#like last night i went to a concert w one of my new friends right and we went back to my dorm after
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♡ Summary: Having Park Jimin as your boyfriend is complicated. A flirt at heart and handsome as hell, a recipe for trouble but this time Y/N knew how to get back at him.
♡ Rating: Explicit (18+)
♡ Genre: Established relationship; Jimin x reader, comedy, angst, romance, smut, and fluff
“Did you see Jimin dancing with her?”
Y/N nodded her head slowly at her friend as her lips formed a straight line, “Of course I did...I was there.”
She watched her friend rewind the video as Y/N picked up her drink. L/N Y/N was dating Jimin for three years and things were complicated. For starters, he was famous and he was the biggest flirt in Bts. This caused many arguments between the couple because sometimes it just felt like Jimin liked pushing her buttons. She was in the same industry and she was more conservative but that wasn’t by choice, it was society that stopped her. There were times that she wanted to dance sexy and make everyone shocked like her how boyfriend did but she knew she would get backlash. So to avoid everything, she just stuck to being conservative. It was an easy life.
“Y/N, you can’t be okay with this. He always does this to you.”
She raised her eyebrow at this and looked at her, “What do you mean?”
“You know...flirting with girls or just flirting in general and now he’s dancing with one.”
“It’s part of the job...”
“But you don’t even do that.”
She got you there. It was true, in the years of being an idol; Y/N barely showed skin. People saw her as a singer and not just an idol, she was well respected but even the well-respected wants to shake their assets at times, “My music isn't like that, you know that. There’s nothing wrong with him doing this.”
“Are you sure? You're crushing your cup.”
Y/N glanced down at the cup and let out a small cough. She put the cup back on the table and crossed her arms over her chest, “Fine, I feel a certain type of way.”
Her friend nodded her head and put down her phone. She gave her a smirk and nodded her head, “You have a concert tomorrow night don’t you?”
“Yeah, it’s my last one in Seoul before going to Japan. Why?”
“You like that new song that Aespa put out, right?”
Y/N glared at her friend and nodded her head, “Yeah, get to the point.”
“Do a dance cover to it. He’s going to be there and get that hot dancer, Jun, to dance with you.”
Y/N rolled her eyes and let out a small laugh, “I can’t just change the setlist. It’s unprofessional.”
“Talk to your manager, you know she would do anything for you. It’s unexpected and all the fans will be gagged. Come on, be spontaneous. Also, show Jimin you can make him feel the same.”
“This just sounds so petty. I thought you liked Jimin.”
“I do but he needs a taste of his own medicine. Pleassseee!!”
Y/N smiled and rolled her eyes, “Fine, I’ll call Sua. She's going to say no though.”
“I doubt it.”
After lunch, Y/N went to the stadium to do her practice and her mind went to Jimin. She loves him so much and she didn’t have any doubt about his love but sometimes it feels like she was a toy. The Bts members loved her and even encouraged Jimin to date her, saying she would be a good influence on him. They always had a problem and it was mostly because of Jimin. He always told her he was teasing her and nothing more but it hurt. Maybe it was her fault that she never voiced her feelings about this but he should see her discomfort.
She dropped her bag in her dressing room and saw Sua already sitting there on her phone. Y/N took a deep breath and rubbed her neck nervously. She turned towards Sua and let out a small cough, “Unnie...”
Sua looked up and put her phone away, giving Y/N her full attention, “Oh, Y/N~. I didn’t even hear you come in, is everything okay? You look nervous.”
“I wouldn’t say nervous...but I was thinking of adding something to the setlist.”
“Oh? Like what? I’m all ears.”
“I-I-I...I want to do a sexy stage?”
Sua tilted her head at this and raised her eyebrow, “Are you asking yourself or me?”
“Both...I was just thinking it would be different for the concert and it would be fun. I’ve been in this industry for almost ten years, it would shake things up. I guess...”
Y/N wished she sounded more confident and she hoped that Sua didn’t see her hands shaking a bit. Sua nodded her head and looked down at her watch, “Let me call Simon and I’m sure he can come up with a quick and easy dance number for you.”
Her eyes widened as she watched Sua already dialing, “Wait, are you seriously letting me do this?”
Sua nodded her head and gave her a thumbs up, “Sometimes you want to be sexy, who am I to stop you? What song?”
“Salty and Sweet...”
“Oh, that’s a good choice. I’m going to be in the hallway but you get ready for the rest of the practice. I’ll be out there as fast as I can.”
She watched her manager walk out of the dressing room leaving a speechless Y/N. Y/N rubbed her forehead roughly and sighed, “What the hell did I get myself into?”
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Last night was rough, practicing the new dance was fun but it was movements that she only did in private. She had to get rid of her embarrassment and pretended that she was doing these actions with Jimin. Body rolling and lip biting, it was so fun to do this.
She woke up and stretched her body in the special hotel room that her company got her. Tonight was nerve-wracking but also so exciting. She pushed her blankets off her body and went straight to her bathroom to do her business. Shower, done. Brushing teeth, done. Giving herself confidence by hyping herself up in the mirror, done.
She walked into her living room with her robe when she heard a knock at the door. She raised her eyebrow not sure who would be at her door, it could’ve been Sua or even her make-up artist but even then it was too early. She looked through the little peephole and saw roses through the glass. She raised her eyebrow and opened the door, “Hello?”
“Good morning, Ms. L/N. I have a special delivery for you.”
Y/N gently took the vase out of the worker's hand and looked at the roses with wide eyes. She looked at the worker and bowed at them. They smiled at her and walked off. She closed the door and took the note out of the flowers with curiosity. Her heart melted at the note, My everything, I’m so proud of you. Everything you do always amazes me and I can’t believe you are mine. I can’t wait to see you tonight. - Jimin
She gently touched the red roses and guilt washed over her. She was doing this dance to get back at Jimin but did she really need to get back at him? Yes, Jimin is a flirt but that's just his personality and she knows this. It’s one of the reasons why she loved Jimin, the way he flirted with her made her knees weak. She rubbed her forehead roughly as she placed the note on the glass table. Would it be worth it? She took her phone out and went on Twitter. All over her Twitter, she saw Jimin dancing with the female dancer or Jimin flirting with Armies. She shut off her phone and tossed it to the cushion next to her, “I’m not regretting this...”
Backstage is wild. Getting ready for the concert is stressful but also it was pure adrenaline. The outfits, the jewelry, and the make-up, it was a child's dream. She sits in her dressing room doing vocal exercises when the door opens. She turned around and saw Jimin with his arms wide open, “Baby~.”
Y/N smiled at him and ran into his arms. Jimin wrapped his arms around her waist as she placed a kiss on his neck, “I missed you so much. I’m so proud of you Jimin and your achievements with your album.”
He let go of her and pushed some hair behind her ear, “Let’s not talk about me, it's about you tonight baby. I’m proud of you.”
“I would kiss you but I have lipstick on.”
He rolled his eyes and leaned down kissing the side of her neck, “No worries, I’ll kiss you when you're done and maybe even more.”
“Oh? More?”
He winked at her and placed another kiss on her forehead, “I’ll see you there, baby. I love you.”
“I love you more, baby.”
She watched him leave the room and she smirked to herself, “Oh, he's going to get more tonight.”
Jimin sat in the VIP section that was hidden away from the eyes of Y/N’s fans. Even though everyone knew about them, he still wanted privacy. He sat next to Taehyung as they watched Y/N hit her high note. Jimin couldn’t stop himself from smiling and he leaned forward to really take her in. She was dressed in a pale pink dress that framed her body perfectly and don’t even get him started on her hair and make-up. She looked like a goddess.
Taehyung glanced at him and smirked, “Awww, you're so in love with her.”
“Shut up, of course, I’m in love with her. She’s literally my everything.”
“Have you thought about it?”
Jimin sighed and nodded his head, “Yeah, I have things planned. Don’t worry.”
Just then the lights in the stadium changed and it caused Jimin to turn his head to the stage. All of sudden the light went on Y/N to show her in an aqua blue asymmetrical wrapped mini dress and black heels. Jimin’s mouth dropped and he stood up from his seat. He walked towards the railing and he couldn’t take his eyes off of her.
Salty and Sweet by Aespa started playing and the fans went crazy. Y/N was doing moves that she would only do with Jimin and the way she whipped her hair around was making everyone go crazy. He watched with a smirk because he was proud that she was showing off her sexy side and didn’t care about what others thought. He did it countless times and it was her turn to do it. He watched her dance with the other dancers and he started clapping his hands when the dancer picked her up. She must’ve worked so hard to do this. When the song ended, Y/N was on the floor with hair around her face. He was proud and turned on at the same time. Conflicting emotions.
Jimin turned towards Taehynug and pointed at the stage with a wide smile, “Did you see that!? That was my girl! She killed it out there. The way she kick her leg like it was the easiest thing-”
“Jimin, shut up. I don’t need to hear you gushing about your girlfriend. It's annoying.”
“You're just jealous because you're single.”
Y/N sat in the dressing room with a towel around her neck and sipped on the cold water. After two hours of singing, she was finally done. Dancing to Salty and Sweet was the most fun she has had during a concert. She kinda wants to do it for the next show too. Sua sat next to her and gently rubbed her shoulders, “You did such a good job. The dancing you did was so good! I didn’t even know you could do that.”
She let out a nervous laugh and put her bottle down, “I didn’t even know I could do that on stage. It was so fun, we need to do that from now on.”
“As long as you're okay with it then okay.”
“Oh, I’m okay. Trust me, it was so fun.”
Sua looked at her phone and then smiled at Y/N, “It looks like Jimin is waiting. Let me go get him.”
She nodded her head and watched Sua leave as the guilt came back. She realized that Jimin watched everything and she wondered how he was going to react. She hated when Jimin danced with other girls and she hated that she just did that to him tonight. She can’t believe that she went so low to do this, to prove a point. She wanted to sigh loudly but stopped when she saw her smiling boyfriend.
“Jimin-ssi-” She stopped mid-sentence when he tightly wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed the side of her neck. As he did this, she could feel his smile against her skin. Not the reaction she was expecting.
When they pulled away, Jimin kissed her cheek, “You did so good! The way you danced on stage, was amazing, Y/N. I’m so proud that you showed off your skills and you weren’t scared to do so.”
She felt her face heat up and she nodded her head slowly, “Yea-Yeah, I was nervous to do it because it was so different for me. I didn’t want to disappoint anyone.”
“You could never disappoint anyone, Y/N. I’m so proud of you.”
She glanced down at her shoes and then back at him with a nervous look, “Were you okay with me dancing with Jun?”
He nodded his head with that smile that she loves so much, “Yeah, it was needed for the dance. I think it added something more to the number, it was really good Y/N.”
“Y-You weren’t jealous?”
He tilted his head in confusion and raised his eyebrow, “Did you want me to be jealous?”
“N-No...okay maybe a little. I just wanted to tease you the way you do with me...”
He let out a small laugh and kissed her forehead, “I’m not jealous because, at the end of the night, you're with me. There’s more to this, isn’t there?”
She gave him a sheepish smile and nodded her head, “I guess...I was a little jealous.”
“About?”
“You were dancing with that girl...and I was jealous because you always flirt and like-”
He leaned down and quickly placed his lips on hers. She went to close her eyes but when he saw that, he leaned away, “You're my everything. Don’t be jealous. Hurry up and change, I’ll show you just how much I love you.”
She let out a sigh as she saw his dark eyes and nodded her head, “O-Okay.”
The drive home was pure silence. She didn’t bother saying anything to him because she saw the look on his face. The face when he’s about to wreck her. At least her next concert is next week so she has enough time to recover. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat when she watched his hand clenching the wheel. The way his tongue poked at his cheek and the glare he had, made her thighs rub together. As soon as he parked the car, he got out of it with a slam of the door. She swallowed spit and rubbed her hands on her shorts. He opened her door and grabbed her wrist, rushing her out of the car. She didn’t have time to react to everything and he dragged her into the house.
“J-Jimin-” Her words were cut short by his lips on hers and she knew what to do. She kissed back with the same amount of passion. With a small pout, they pulled away, “I’m sorry...”
“Oh, are you now? You're going to be sorry after I’m done. Turn around.” She obeyed his order and Jimin made work at taking out his dick as she leaned against the wall. The tip was an angry red shade after seeing her perform and her telling him she was jealous. His girl should never feel jealous. He yanked her shorts down past her ass and Jimin poked her between her legs with his cock. She let out a moan when she felt the hardness and when he finally sank into her, she felt like she was in heaven.
“Fuck, Jimin~.”
“Quiet.” He started thrusting away and she felt the air getting knocked out from his chest at the fat movement. Her mouth fell open and small moans left her mouth. It felt good, it always felt good with Jimin.
“Fuck, Y/N.”
She arched her back leaning her head against his shoulder as the man she loved wrapped his arms around her waist. His hands went all over his body until he figured out the next position. One on her waist for leverage and one taking off her shirt, “I-I love you Jimin~.”
He let a soft smile appear but he quickly whipped it off. His thrusts became harder and sharper as Y/N let out a loud moan. He find her nipple and pinched it, “I fucking love you and only you.”
She turned her head and Jimin leaned forward, capturing a kiss again. He licked into her mouth, allowing him to explore his favorite place, “I’m-” His thrusts picked up speed and he bite his lip, “Fuck, Y/N.” She felt Jimin spill into her and Jimin's chest heaved as he came down. Just two more thrusts and Y/N was leaning against the wall as Jimin leaned forward kissing her neck with him still inside her, “Marry me?”
Her eyes widened at this and gently pushed his body away, “What?”
“Marry me, L/N Y/N. You're everything I want and more.”
“You're just going to fuck me and ask me that?”
He let out a small laugh and kissed her cheek, “I had it planned out but it felt right in the moment. You don’t have-”
“Yes, I’m marrying you but I want a better proposal. Less sweat.”
He quickly kissed her lips and smiled, “Whatever you want my queen.”
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LOCK IT DOWN, Y'ALL
Puppykitties, I do not mean this harshly, but distractions, drama, and sabotage happen with every comeback and never more so than with Jimin.
We are in the fight of our lives for placement on the charts and awards on music programs. We need fewer filtered streams and much higher sales.
WE HAVE MONEY TO SPEND FOR JIMIN AND VERY FEW TO STEP UP AND MAKE AN ACCOUNT TO BUY:
We absolutely cannot focus on trash talk and ship discourse right now.
Yes, I know today there was a lot of excitement. Joon, Yoongi, Tae, JK, and others (many others in the industry) went to Harry Styles' concert today and it very much appears that Jimin and J-Hope did not. How do I know? Because there's photos of the Tannies on their personal time all over my timeline when there should be screenshots of streaming and voting.
It's disappointing because Jungkook just got done saying he was human too and asking us not to stalk him during his private time. I know some folks feel like if you're out in public, you are "fair game." But that's my point: they aren't game, they aren't prey--they are people and they deserve to be able to hang out with their friends and not have it scrutinized and weaponized. So just know it's always best to let THEM be the ones to share such info, like Joon and Tae did on their insta.
You best believe, the more we pressure them like this, the less we'll get of them.
The last time we saw Jikook together off-schedule, just the two of them alone, they got in a car to leave from the airport in April of 2022. A few days later, the gossip rags sabotaged Jimin's first OST With You with a bullshit scandal about missing insurance premium payments and his apartment "seizure" (on paper).
And ever since that day, we have not seen Jikook hang out in any personal capacity, unless you count the arcade in DC with Hobi and Her. Not once have we seen them alone. POINTEDLY.
There's been blurry CCTV photos of two people in a mini mart and whispers from K forums of folks seeing them around the neighborhood, but nothing concrete; they don't even mention each other in TMIs any more.
We KNOW they have hung out, as per inferences from their family, tattoo artist, and boxing coach, but no solid evidence from the primary source, even when directly asked. Again, POINTEDLY.
And yet when they are together for a work thing or online, they get along like a house on fire. They slap butts and tap hands and do cute things for each other's birthdays and get into giggle fits and compliment each other and flirt like crazy on WeVerse. Jungkook has issued several emphatic invitations for Jimin to come to him and told us to look forward to his teaser at midnight.
But they aren't sharing their relationship with us like they used to, so we honestly do not know if they hang out in person much these days.
P.O.I.N.T.E.D.L.Y.
Not because there's any indication of bad blood or a whiff of a breakup. Our little perfectionist is booked and busy, and our golden maknae was taking time to recharge.
You need to remember that since solo era was mentioned, Jimin has been writing, composing, and recording his own songs.
He's traveled abroad multiple times--Chicago, LA, NYC, Paris--to name a few.
He's hosted people who have traveled to Korea to work with him.
The producers admonished him for not taking breaks to eat or shower and in fact sleeping in the studio for many nights.
He's had to rehearse for music shows, concerts, his collab, and his own music videos.
He's been training so hard on new choreo that he was in too much pain to join Jin for his birthday and you KNOW how our boy feels about his members' birthdays.
He's filmed RUN content and commercials and a documentary and all sorts of stuff for his own album.
He's had work as brand ambassador for Dior and Tiffany's beyond just Fashion Week, which was huge.
I've lost count of the number of high-end photoshoots he's done for Vogue, W, Elle, and I don't know what all else.
The man JUST got off a plane the day before from traveling half-way around the world to interview with and perform for Fallon for TWO NIGHTS.
If I were him, I wouldn't dash over to a packed concert less than 24 hours later, either. Doesn't mean I don't love my members, or my partner, or Styles. It means I'm TIRED and I'm protecting my health and energy.
Especially considering there are appearances on television coming up and god knows what else to promote FACE.
AND FACE IS WHAT WE SHOULD BE FOCUSED ON.
I love you all, but I swear to God, if you give your time and energy to the assholes on the timeline attacking Jikook, you are robbing Jimin of the time and energy you should be giving to voting, streaming, buying, and hyping FACE. Which is what they want. They want to siphon that energy from you. Please don't be stupid.
We are grasping for every INCH of space on the charts up against absolute giants this and next week. It would be different if all of ARMY got behind Jimin 24/7 but you know how many little 7s actually behave when push comes to shove. To say nothing of the antis, mantis, multis, and cult working against him with purpose.
Please don't let this kind of crap sabotage Jimin's hard work. Celebrate the fact that some BTS members got to hang out at a concert, and honor the fact that some BTS members had other things to do.
PLEASE snap out of it and stick to our goals. We can debate Jikook all day long after FACE is safely to bed. FOCUS FOCUS FOCUS.
We are in lockdown.
SO LOCK THAT SHIT DOWN.
Love, Roo
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Seeing Kix in concert (PART ONE)
At my normal venue (this was rescheduled from August bc their drummer had covid at the last second) and I was arranged to photograph the event for my portfolio
I had to wait for a table at the venue restaurant so I figured hey I might as well put my chair up bc I BROUGHT A CHAIR THIS TIME so I claimed my spot and doodled a lil before going up for lunch
two other people were in the VIP line at the time so they were watching my seat
everyone in the bar was watching the Phillies game and for once in their lives they were winning so everyone kept randomly shouting in unison and scaring the shit out of me every time without fail
when I came back down to the line after lunch, Cherry was there again with her bf who she doesn't like
she elaborated once he was gone somewhere that she "needs a rockstar" and that the night before at the Skid Row concert someone asked if she was married and she said "no I'm single" with her bf next to her so EEEEEEEETHEYFINNABREAKUP
Cherry also iNSISTED I join them in the VIP line (because she's allowed to bring in guests) so I could come in early
the same box office bitch who let me in 10 minutes early for LA Guns bc of my photo pass told me that the pass doesn't let you get in early so what the fuck were you doing then?
the female gen x-ers with their beer in line calling me special bc of my pass
immediately after I got scanned by security one of these ladies says to the guard "did you see her? she's special :)" in all seriousness
my spot was essentially front and center and the exact same spot i was in exactly a week ago
they were selling patches at the merch stand I got one I'm so happy :DD
so when the show got postponed in August was already AT the venue that afternoon bc it was THAT last minute so I went upstairs and sulked at the bar essentially and my same bartender was downstairs and he remembered me sroginstogintrshrth
it just so happens that the only other photographer in the crowd was standing right next to me LMAOOO
turns out she also follows my insta page???? I was like H O W and she def made me feel like a fraud bc I know nothing about cameras I just wing everything I do and ppl like it i guess
the venue manager calling himself the opening act bc there was no opening act
bro. bro. when Steve McFuckingMcWhiteman came out I knew it was over for me. this mf comes out in a bright red sequin jacket and a bright red waistcoat and a bright red button-up and- and,,, I was like "uh oh" bc I was nOT EXPECTING HIM TO BE SO SHINY
a fellow photographer friend warned me months ago about Steve moving too much and being hard to capture and o h. m y g o d. she was,,, far too right about that.
Steve dances like Luke Spiller yet hE'S 66????????????
Steve is also so SMALL??? LIKE HE'S A VERY SMOL SKINNY PETITE MAN I FEEL LIKE IF I BLEW ON HIM HE'D BLOW AWAY ALSO HE'S GOT THEE TINIEST, CUTEST LITTLE BUTT????? HOLY SHIT I NEVER GOT TIRED OF HIM SHAKING IT OR GYRATING
this whole post is gonna be me ranting about Steve I'm not sorry I've got a thing for old dorky long blonde haired frontmen and I've got it bad
His pants had a zipper that went all the way down his crotch and up his ass
every 3.2 seconds he'd be winking or wiggling his eyebrows at the crowd and I could not take ittttterwftgrlnbt
during No Ring Around Rosie- "she'll shake her hips and make a blind man blush" *shakes hips real fast*
me: 8#| **OH NO HE'S HOTTTTT**
I was right in front of Mark and so was the photographer next to me and I felt like we were both pointing guns at him like 8D "remember us?"
after the opening songs Steve said how he had to fix his belt
Steve: 🎶"Stevie's pants are falling down, falling down, falling down- and now I need to buy a new belt"🎶
THEY WERE PROBABLY FALLING DOWN BC HE'S SO FUCKING S M A L L I WANNA PUT HIM IN MY PURSE AND TAKE HIM HOME WITH ME WINERIOEGNOENGW
he then proceeded to go "I need to fix my pants" and fucking smirked and unzipped his crotch and tried to put the microphone in there I hate him so much
"if I zipped any further you'd just see my buttcrack- which isn't a lot it's about this big" *holds fingers maybe 5 inches apart*
Steve telling the crowd how they had to "reschedule the date because I had the shits." *proceeds to make D I R E C T eye contact with me while standing right in front of me*
in school they don't teach you How To Properly React When The Cute Singer Of The Famous Band You're Seeing Makes Direct Eye Contact With You In The Crowd And Tells You He Had The Shits so I just kinda mouthed "oh no" at him
"That doesn't mix well with rock and roll bc when you're jumping around it just-"
at the end of the show he said "hopefully I don't have the shits next time"
In the parking lot after the show Steve said "I was just kidding about the shits, you know" (yes, I knew that, but way to take the heat for Jimmy, Steve)
Steve was picking on so many people in the crowd I was in tears from laughing so hard
he was picking on the grouchy old lady front and center on her phone and was like "pUt yOUr DaMN pHOne AwAy- pEOpLe ON thEiR GOddAMn phOnes"
he was also picking on people who were wearing band shirts that weren't of Kix- "Guns N Roses, fuck em' they're not here, Tesla, fuck em' they're not here, KISS, fuck em' they're not here-"
he kept trying to get the boyfriend of the girl next to me to smile and again I was fucking crying
there was a guy in another band shirt who he referred to as "the guy in the Dingbat shirt" and this guy was basically a legend during the show
Steve reaching out to someone in the crowd who was reaching out to him saying "what do you want- to shake my hand or touch my balls- if you can't do both you don't get either"
someone in the back of the crowd going "WHERE'S RONNIE" and Steve going-
*drinks water*
*swallows water*
"SHUT UP <3"
ALL THINGS ASIDE THEY SOUNDED SOOOOOOO GOOD like especially Cold Shower bc hrhrggrrgrhhhhhhhh low register at the end
(at the end of every song)
Steve: tHANK YOU
crowd, in unison: YOU'RE WELCOME
Steve coming out in the Girl Money glasses:
Steve and Mark trying to do the whistling at the end of Girl Money and giving up
Steve making the sections of the crowd compete by singing The Itch
Steve's dumb little shuffling of his feet taking him across the stage
he introduced Wheels in Motion by saying it's off the Rock Your Face Off album and when I went WOOO he was standing right in front of me and pointed at me and said "you like that?" and I went YEAH????
I did blow him a kiss at one point and he mouthed something at me but I couldn't tell what it was ughhhhh it was probably thank you or IDK UGHHHHHHHHH
as the show went on another layer would come off of him and HE CAME OUT FOR COLD BLOOD WITH ONLY THE BUTTON UP LEFT ON AND HE HAD IT UNBUTTONED AND PARTY NIPPLE WAS O U T I WAS SCREAMING
Steve making the guys and the girls do harmonies in Cold Blood
"okay now just all the good lookin girls"
"OKAY NOW ALL THE GUYS WITH BIG DICKS-"
"okay now all the guys with the really SMALL DICKS- *they sing* there's always someone, thank you"
before closing with Blow My Fuse, Steve made the announcement that "we don't do encores,,, we think it's stupid to pretend we're walking offstage stand over there with those two guys (tech guys) - who don't really like very much- for a few seconds, and then come back out and play another song- so after this one- that's IT, we're done"
I got in the photo of the band again wheheheheheheh
I got to fist bump Brian and Steve uwu
I got one of the setlists
#concerts#concert log#concert#kix#kix band#terra you'll be happy to know i DID find hot old men at this one
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friend of mine of 16 years is.....really, truly testing my limits.
we’ve been talking more lately which is nice
but the problem is
she lives in france and has this vibrant social life
and hasn’t been wearing masks. anywhere. at all. that i have seen.
meanwhile for the last week or 10 days or so, she’s been sick. like terribly sick. “hacking up a lung” as she put it, and it included a temporary eye infection. she also had bloodwork done that has a. Troubling value on it. that still hasn’t been addressed.
she had covid earlier this year.
and she has, she said, tested negative for covid this time. so it could be an early flu.
but.
regardless.
here’s what she’s done while sick (i didn’t even know she WAS sick until she TOLD me)
gone for runs, gone out to MULTIPLE restaurants with MULTIPLE people, gone to cafes, museums, and gone to a concert.
without a mask.
i literally just told her last night to take care of herself bc esp w the concerning level she got on her bloodwork, covid can have wreaked havoc in her system--and this ~minor virus~ can be anything but minor. any sickness can cause permanent lifelong disability, but ESPECIALLY now that she’s had covid before. i told her she should get some rest and take it easy.
so today she went to a cafe, multiple museums, and a concert, and then also went shopping.
meanwhile she told me “don’t worry, i’ll listen to you!”
and says she’ll have plenty of time to relax.......this week.
i’m exhausted. and seriously losing patience.
i just. am struggling to stomach this kind of behavior.
we literally talked on zoom a few times and i told her--i don’t have a life. I DON’T HAVE A LIFE. I DO NOT LEAVE THE HOUSE.
and she says
“don’t worry abt it, you’re not missing anything”
REALLY?
LIKE THE MUSEUMS, AND WALKS, AND INTERNATIONAL TRIPS (bc oh yeah she went to GREECE with a girl she’s dating!), AND CONCERTS, AND FANCY RESTAURANTS, AND FUN OUTINGS WITH FRIENDS???
I’M NOT MISSING ANYTHING????
fuck off SO HARD.
i’m just.
i’ve literally told her my new diagnoses. i’ve told her i’m struggling w meds. i’ve told her how sick w worry and stress i’ve been abt my mom having had covid (who also tested negative again yesterday w another pcr--which she only took bc now we’re vaguely worried abt the possibility that i have it--my test results still haven’t come back yet bc we had to do walgreens instead of health insurance which i just lost)
i just--when i said i was worried abt my mom and long covid, she tactlessly told me abt a friend of hers who’d had it and was asymptomatic, and now was having scary health problems bc of long covid.
i didn’t ask anything because WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK
and despite ALL OF THAT
she is GOING IN PUBLIC, WITHOUT A MASK, WHILE ACTIVELY SICK
i’m just. i can’t understand or deal with this. and it’s taking all of my patience and ability to disconnect to be able to continue talking with her. like at this point i’m going to ASK if she was masking, if she’s feeling better, if she got any meds, if everyone else has been able to avoid catching whatever she has
i just
HOW CAN YOU BE THIS FUCKING THOUGHTLESS?!
it’s not like she went to WORK sick (which she ALSO did) just bc she HAD to, right? like capitalism, i get it. (except france has better laws around that and better pay so i’m sure she could’ve missed ONE day....)
like she is CHOOSING. to GO OUT. NEEDLESSLY.
WITH FRIENDS
WITHOUT A FUCKING MASK
and i’m worried abt her in addition to being so fucking EXHAUSTED. like do i even emotionally feel anger and fury? no. i’m tired.
i’m exhausted. i’m talking to someone who actively doesn’t care abt me and other people like me. who claims she loves me and is one of my best friends and has been for 16 years.
and that’s just impossible to reconcile.
and idek if it’s worth mentioning.
what’s super fucked up is that her dad just got done w cancer treatment. they caught it early, it sounds like he fared well, and he was declared cancer free last month.
but when she was there in august to visit her parents...
she went to a massive family wedding.
where NO ONE wore a mask.
and i’m like
YOU ARE LITERALLY STAYING WITH YOUR DAD WHO IS STILL IN CHEMO
AND YOU DIDN’T WEAR A *FUCKING* MASK!??!?!?!
how can you say you’re worried abt him and want to protect him and make sure he’s okay AND THEN PUT HIM AT COMPLETELY UNNECESSARY RISK LIKE THAT?!
like THAT could’ve KILLED HIM.
and i just can’t wrap my fucking head around it.
i don’t want to completely cut this off but i’m just. having to put up these walls and barriers.
i’m just. tired and frustrated. i’m just so fucking exhausted.
like.
the last time we talked on zoom she said she wanted me to be more open and honest abt shit that’s hard--bc part of masking and most of my longer friendships is that i don’t share anything. i’m not honest abt that stuff, i don’t like talking abt it.
well. i tried.
and she sucked at responding.
and i don’t mean that she responded in a way i didn’t like.
i mean she just sucked at it.
as in
me trying to talk abt a thing that’s hard and i’m really struggling
her response?
“that sucks. well, i don’t know both sides. but if you need me i’m here!”
....that’s what. i--i’m literally. i need you. i’m talking to you. YOU ARE THERE, SO DO/SAY SOMETHING??? AND STOP INSINUATING THAT I’M WRONG OR MY FEELINGS ARE WRONG????
or the best
“lemme know if you want to talk!”
THAT’S LITERALLY WHAT I’M DOING???? RIGHT NOW???? WHAT THE FUCK???????
meanwhile w her situation w her ex gf (who i hate--met her once, she was overdramatic and fatphobic and honestly i’ve been side-eyeing her abt that, and also turns out she’s extremely emotionally manipulative, so thank god she’s fucking gone) i had been listening and replying in-depth for WEEKS.
listening as she cried. supporting and validating her. asking if she wanted my perspective. offering it couched in distant language and being understanding and offering like, perspective without telling her what to do. supporting and reiterating her own decisions.
we have to talk via instagram dm bc international shit, and i fucking typed all that shit on my phone in IG messages--hundreds of words. each time.
and she’s doing better! she listened and did what she needed to do, and she thanked me, and it didn’t fix anything, but it helped. as far as i can tell. and she sought me out for that.
but i do the same w her and i can’t even get 10% of whatever her version of that would be.
and i’m not saying
“wow i invested all this into your mental health, why can’t you invest in mine?”
i’m not expecting a miracle. i know i haven’t shared w her before. i know she’s having to figure it out.
but when someone reaches out to you. and is struggling. and you ASKED THEM TO DO THIS.
you cannot reply
“lemme know if you need to talk! i’m here for you!”
and then NOTHING ELSE
and expect that to be okay!
i’m just really disappointed in her.
she’s always claimed i’m so important to her, like a sibling, a best friend. and it’s true insofar as--we can go a year without talking and then pick up and it’s like nothing ever changed. which is fine!
but i’m just. now thinking maybe it’s better like that.
bc i can’t emotionally or mentally deal with the kind of person she is when she makes these choices that are directly contributing to a culture that means i literally cannot leave my fucking house.
i was talking to her abt my job difficulties and she gave me this boomer advice
i said the place i wanted to apply wasn’t hiring anymore--she said, send in your application anyway.
i just LOOKED at her. like what fucking universe do you live in??? the 1960s??? what the FUCK?
it was just absolutely bizarre.
idfk man. it’s weird and unpleasant and i don’t appreciate how she’s saying one thing to my face and then she and her friends are going out and playing russian roulette w their lives and ours and they don’t give a fucking shit
it’s exhausting
honestly this is how most ppl i’ve known irl are behaving lately. it just stings more when i’m actively trying to maintain a close relationship w someone i’ve known 16 years and talking abt how the pandemic is affecting me and my life--
and she directly makes choices that make it even harder for me.
it’s just. i’m fucking tired.
like she sent me all these msgs all excited abt the concert, the museum, the cafe date, the new art supplies that she went shopping for.
and i just.
i can’t be excited with you. bc you did all of those things and you might’ve ended up killing someone or disabling them for life. bc you went out while sick and contagious with an unknown virus. in the middle of a mass disabling pandemic. that has lowered everyone’s immunity and damaged countless organs, including the brain.
and i’m just.
tired. i’m fucking tired.
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Found something I filled out in 2010. I think I'd like to do it again with my answers now.
Now:
100 Truths: After you've filled this out, tag 10 people and have them do the same:
1. Last beverage? Hazelnut coffee, cream and sugar
4. Last song you listened to? Angel Olsen - If it's alive, it will (live at Kim's Video and Music NC April 16, 2011)
5. Last time you cried? January or December, I think
SIX HAVE YOU EVER:
1. Dated someone twice? You mean broke up and then came back? Not that I think about it.
2. Been cheated on? Yeah
3. Kissed someone & regretted it? Not usually
4. Lost someone special? Yeah
5. Been depressed? Who hasn't?
6. Been drunk and threw up? a very long time ago. Before 2016, definintely. The last time that I actually felt ill from it was 2016.
LIST FOUR FAVORITE COLORS:
Purple, black, teal, silver, dark blue
THIS PAST YEAR HAVE YOU:
1. Made new friends? Yep, bangface people mostly
3. Laughed until you cried? Unfortunately not
4. Met someone who changed you? Not that I can tell right now. Ask me in a few more years.
5. Found out who your true friends were? Everyone has their place, so I'm not about to put folks in "true" and "false" categories, but it was nice seeing who stepped in to help during some things I went through, yeah.
6. Found out someone was talking about you? Nah
7. Kissed anyone on your friend's list? Yep
8. How many people on your friends list do you know in real life? Most of them
9. How many kids do you want to have? It's kind of out of my hands at this point with age and PCOS, but I don't see kids in my future
10. Do you have any pets? I'd have cats here if it was allowed.
11. Do you want to change your name? I did. I was known as Elizabeth till I graduated high school. Liz since then. Answer to both. Keeps things interesting.
12. What did you do for your last birthday? Dinner and drinks with Bill at Ikebana, Same with my mom at Bramble and Brine in Lewes. Honestly was wonderful
13. What time did you wake up today? 9:10 am, Work has my body on a schedule where this is what feels like sleeping in is
14. What were you doing at midnight last night? Listening to WTJU, organizing files
15. Name something you CANNOT wait for?
Paying off my car. Leaving the continental USA again.
16. Last time you saw your dad? A few weeks ago
17. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life?
I would have been smarter with my money
18. What are you listening to right now? Nothing atm.
19. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom? They're awesome.
23. What's getting on your nerves right now?
Sunday Scaries
24. Most visited webpage?
Youtube. haha.
This is random how it just starts re-numbering here; but oh well...
1. What's your name? If you don't know by now..
4. Zodiac sign? Sagittarius
5. Male or female or transgendered? Cis female, she/they
6. Elementary? These sound like identity theft questions
7. Middle School? If you don't need to know
8. High school? You already do
10. Hair color? Light brown w/ red and blonde pieces
11. Long or short? Long, wish it were longer
16. Height? 6'
17. Do you have a crush on someone? Nope
18: What do you like about yourself? That'd be an essay that I don't have room for
19. Piercings? Just the ears. I'm boring.
20. Tattoos? None
21. Righty or Lefty? Righty
FIRSTS :
22. I'll choose wisdom teeth removal. They did sew those up.
23. First piercing? Ears.
24. First friends? Don't remember. Elementary School
26. First sport you joined? Tennis. I wasn't great at it
27. First pet? Jasmine the cat
28. First vacation? Disney World, Orlando
29. First concert? BB King with my mom
30. First crush? Memory Hazy.
RIGHT NOW:
49. Eating? Had A bagel and leftover bulgogi for breakfast
50. Drinking? Lacroix fizzy water
52. I'm about to? Bathe, antique store, groceries
53. Listening to? nothing atm
55. Waiting for? Tonight. Oh oh oh... when you will be here in my arms (but nothing really)
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stopped here, will finish later
YOUR FUTURE :
58. Want kids? Nah
59. Want to get married? If things align that way
WHICH IS BETTER WITH THE OPPOSITE SEX?
68. Lips or eyes? eyes
69. Hugs or kisses? kisses
70. Shorter or taller? close to my height is nice
71. Older or Younger? either
72. Romantic or spontaneous? I think they're the same thing.
73. Nice stomach or nice arms? arms?? muscles don't matter to me.
74. Sensitive or loud?
75. Hook-up or relationship?
HAVE YOU EVER :
78. Kissed a stranger? within talking to them the first time the same day.
80. Lost glasses/contacts? in all senses of the word, including contacts actually ejecting themselves from my eyes!
81. Cried during a movie? Amelie, without fail. several others.
82. Broken someone's heart? been told I have... ask me this when I was Gina's age and I'd say it was impossible for me to.
83. Had your own heart broken? That's like asking me if I'm alive
85. Been arrested? can't say I have been, or want to be.
86. Turned someone down? Yeah. One actually took it well! I don't want to believe in ladder theory.
87. Cried when someone died? of course.
DO YOU BELIEVE IN:.
89. Yourself? I want to.
90. Miracles? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hBBzrHXu1Fg&feature=related
:D
91. Love at first sight? Never happened to me. Maybe for others. Love requires interaction, not just seeing.
92. Heaven? no. I think I know why people believe in it though (as a concept, not judeo-christian)
93. Santa Claus? I miss people actually SLEEPING on Christmas eve. I believe in the Santa ritual even if gifts are not exchanged in the morning. No gaming all night for one night a year :p
95. Kiss on the first date? depends. *thinks back to how many times it was a mandatory-or-never thing* Let's debate, kids.
96. Angels? They have cool names Ariel, Gardriel, Sharmiel. but no.
ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:
97. Is there one person you want to be with right now?
Definitely. Daily. Wish he knew it. Made a very bad move lately. Feel sick.
98. Had more than one boyfriend/girlfriend at one time? Nevah. I almost combusted from guilt when I went on casual dates with two different guys in the same week once.
2010:
100 Truths: After you've filled this out, tag 10 people and have them do the same.
1. Last beverage? diet coke
4. Last song you listened to? Ayu Trance 3 in the car on the way to the vigil.
if you're listening to music, you're steps ahead of me.
5. Last time you cried? if you can't remember, that's good. me- New years eve.
SIX HAVE YOU EVER:
1. Dated someone twice? what length of time is that
2. Been cheated on? Guy said he broke up with his ex, then slept with her again. found out about it online. :p
3. Kissed someone & regretted it? Only one person is a regret to the point I regret my memories. Their name started with an L
4. Lost someone special? It would have been awesome if they stayed in my life.. I think. not sure. Hurt to lose them though.
5. Been depressed? clinical symptoms, not clinical length
6. Been drunk and threw up? ..... regrettably yes. I don't want to get that drunk ever again. If you do, you'll want to throw up all day the next day. :(
LIST FOUR FAVORITE COLORS:
1. deep blue
2. violet
3. silver
4. marine
THIS PAST YEAR HAVE YOU:
1. Made new friends? o' course
3. Laughed until you cried? Maybe once or twice did my stomach hurt from laughing. No water tho.
4. Met someone who changed you? Change can't be pinned on one person.
5. Found out who your true friends were? There was no weeding out event.
6. Found out someone was talking about you? I wish they were :p~~ I think at this point, I'd see it as amusement.
7. Kissed anyone on your friend's list? If I were kissing someone, it's likely I'd have the courtesy to add them
8. How many people on your friends list do you know in real life? All but a few, and those I've known long enough for it to count.
9. How many kids do you want to have? None of my own, now, thanks. Future: one perhaps?
10. Do you have any pets? LOUD kit-kat
11. Do you want to change your name? I did. I was known as Elizabeth till I graduated high school.
12. What did you do for your last birthday? Went to an art show. My. Just thinking about it cheers me up.
13. What time did you wake up today? 7 yesterday.. I had finally reset myself to diurnal and I messed up last night.
14. What were you doing at midnight last night? waking up from a nap, I think
15. Name something you CANNOT wait for? oooh I love looking forward to things :)
Makes life worth living. Philly next weekend. But seriously, my next pell grant check, then I can do things I need to do.
16. Last time you saw your dad? last Sunday
17. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life? the qualit
18. What are you listening to right now? a cover of poker face done by chris daughtry... needless to say, scarred for life.
19. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom? cannot say I have.
23. What's getting on your nerves right now? Aw Gina, Lady Gaga shouldn't get on your nerves ;) But right now? Worries, arguments.
24. Most visited webpage? It's all moving towards 2.0 and I can see it. This one! ha.
This is random how it just starts re-numbering here; but oh well... (indeed it is)
1. What's your name? gina grace magnesia cilantro zwicky. ( I like your name.! Mine's Elizabeth Anne Peek. very borin)
4. Zodiac sign? Sag with a vag
5. Male or female or transgendered? I used the answer to #4 to make that clear
6. Elementary? glen ave k-3/north salisbury magnet 4-6
7. Middle School? wicomico middle
8. High school? WIHI
10. Hair color? NOT GINGER (Gina, Gingers are awesome)
11. Long or short? mediano.
16. Height? 5'11 Eh meh. Giant lady. used to it by now. Tall ladies of the world: you can still attract men. Have for ages
17. Do you have a crush on someone? Without emotions. without feelings. life is just a clock.. ticking (but seriously, not at the moment)
18: What do you like about yourself? I look at other people and think I'm not so awful.
19. Piercings? Two standard
20. Tattoos? Blanque
21. Righty or Lefty?
FIRSTS :
22. First surgery? not going to talk about that here
23. First piercing? ears- 7. they made one of the holes too low. :p
24. First friends? What the hell kind of question is this??
26. First sport you joined? tennis? Lots of rollerblading..
27. First pet? Praying mantis in a jar
28. First vacation? fraaaance!
29. First concert? BB King with my mom
30. First crush? Christopher Henry in 1st grade. The fact that I remember his name is frightening
RIGHT NOW:
49. Eating? pickle chips (lol what else is new)
50. Drinking? nada.
52. I'm about to? Stay awake all day, go to craft store, finish organizing music @_@
53. Listening to? not my brother's hardstyle anymore, WHY WONT HE LISTEN TO ANYTHING ELSE?
55. Waiting for? the next step
YOUR FUTURE :
58. Want kids? uh, most likely NOT.
59. Want to get married? YES
60. Careers in mind? nature tv show host! (i'm thinking, like, the female version of bear grylls) XD
WHICH IS BETTER WITH THE OPPOSITE SEX?
68. Lips or eyes? eyes
69. Hugs or kisses? kisses
70. Shorter or taller? either
71. Older or Younger?
72. Romantic or spontaneous? I think they're the same thing.
73. Nice stomach or nice arms? arms?? muscles don't matter to me.
74. Sensitive or loud? WHO SAID SENSITIVE WAS THE OPPOSITE OF LOUD
75. Hook-up or relationship? I think I'm done with hook-ups
HAVE YOU EVER :
78. Kissed a stranger? within talking to them the first time the same day.
80. Lost glasses/contacts? in all senses of the word, including contacts actually ejecting themselves from my eyes!
81. Cried during a movie? Amelie, without fail. several others.
82. Broken someone's heart? been told I have... ask me this when I was Gina's age and I'd say it was impossible for me to.
83. Had your own heart broken? That's like asking me if I'm alive
85. Been arrested? can't say I have been, or want to be.
86. Turned someone down? Yeah. One actually took it well! I don't want to believe in ladder theory.
87. Cried when someone died? of course.
DO YOU BELIEVE IN:.
89. Yourself? I want to.
90. Miracles? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hBBzrHXu1Fg&feature=related
:D
91. Love at first sight? Never happened to me. Maybe for others. Love requires interaction, not just seeing.
92. Heaven? no. I think I know why people believe in it though (as a concept, not judeo-christian)
93. Santa Claus? I miss people actually SLEEPING on Christmas eve. I believe in the Santa ritual even if gifts are not exchanged in the morning. No gaming all night for one night a year :p
95. Kiss on the first date? depends. *thinks back to how many times it was a mandatory-or-never thing* Let's debate, kids.
96. Angels? They have cool names Ariel, Gardriel, Sharmiel. but no.
ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:
97. Is there one person you want to be with right now?
Definitely. Daily. Wish he knew it. Made a very bad move lately. Feel sick.
98. Had more than one boyfriend/girlfriend at one time? Nevah. I almost combusted from guilt when I went on casual dates with two different guys in the same week once.
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321.
what is your favorite kind of ice cream?
Our local ice-cream parlour does some great flavours - tiramisu, blueberry and panacotta, Jaffa Cakes and peanut butter.
if people could read your mind, what would they usually find?
A load of jumbled nonsense.
who do you talk to on the phone most often?
I only really talk to my mum on the phone.
what's a song that makes you feel happy?
Summertime by Bon Jovi.
what celebrity would you like to meet?
Johnny Depp.
what's the best concert you've ever been to?
Plain White T’s were really good live. They had good support groups too.
what is your favorite clothing store?
Fat Face.
how did you meet your best friend?
We met via online dating.
do you need money to be happy?
I mean, money doesn’t equal happiness, but I’d much rather have food and shelter than not.
what is something you do well?
Tidy and organise things.
what's a good idea you've had recently?
To take Fridays off over the summer. It’s been lovely to have some three-day weekends for a change.
what is your favorite thing to eat for breakfast?
Pancakes with bacon and maple syrup, smashed avocado on sourdough toast, a proper Full English or fresh croissants.
how far in advance do you prefer to plan?
With work, I like knowing my week by Sunday night, but for personal stuff I generally plan quite last minute as I never know how I’ll feel in advance.
do you like to wear high heels?
Nope.
how many slices of pizza do you usually eat?
I happily eat an entire pizza, lol. But pizzas here aren’t served as slices - you just order a whole one and the expectation is you eat the lot.
Can you remember life without technology? what was it like?
I mean, there’s always been technology, but it was pretty basic when I was young. I didn’t know any different so it was fine, but I’m glad it exists now.
what gift would you like to receive?
Money is always good.
what's the last thing you paid for?
Toiletries.
what's the last movie you watched?
Gosford Park.
do you remember your dreams?
When I first wake up, but not really later on in the day.
do you play any instruments?
Not anymore. I can play some, though.
do you always smile for pictures?
No.
what are you most excited about right now?
Having a long weekend and then having two weeks off at the end of August.
if you had $5 in your pocket what yould you spend it on?
I have no idea, I have nothing I need to buy right now.
how often do you buy things via the internet?
Maybe 2-3 times a week.
would you like to live in a different country? if so which one?
Yeah, Canada or Australia.
what animal would you see first if you went to the zoo?
Penguins or tigers.
if you could switch places with someone for a day, who would it be?
Someone with a beach house and a swimming pool, please.
do you prefer the aisle, middle, or window seat on a plane?
Window or aisle.
what's your favorite song from a movie?
I have no idea, there are loads of amazing soundtracks out there. Lately, We are Not Alone by Karla DeVito.
where would you like to volunteer?
I don’t really like the idea of volunteering as I think people should be paid for the work they do, but maybe an animal sanctuary or something.
would you rather go out for dinner or cook at home?
Have a takeaway or go out.
who sent the last text message you received?
Jane, a client of mine re-arranging a visit as her cat needed to go to the vets.
what's your favorite flower?
Lilys.
what's the last song you listened to?
I don’t remember, whatever was playing in the car on my way home from work.
do you like being alone?
Yep, I need my alone time to function lol.
what was the last thing you ate?
Bacon flavoured crisps.
how do you find new music?
Spotify and YouTube, also the radio occasionally.
what is your dream travel destination?
Iceland, New Zealand, Japan.
if you could play any instrument what would it be?
I have no idea.
what's the last youtube video you watched?
An episode of some policing programme.
where are you going on your next trip?
We’re going to Broughton for a dog walk and lunch on Friday, if that counts?
what are you currently addicted to?
Without a Trace.
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my heart is full of love again where's that post about that writer buying a little girl a replacement doll after she lost her favorite one and telling her that "love comes back to us in different ways"
#guys#folks#how do i even start this#ive been making so many new friends lately#new friends whose presence i actually feel comofrted by rather than initmidated#and its so nice#idek hwere to start like a past friendship of mine felt so suffocating almost#and i felt like ic ouldnt be myself and its taken me so long to get over#that not everyone is going to leave me bc that kinda shit breaks you#but anyways im still like learning and getting over that#but through all that like hardship and pain i meet someone new and they do somthing#that gives me hope in having fulfilling and long lasting and wonderful#new friendhsips again ?#like last night i went to a concert w one of my new friends right and we went back to my dorm after#and before he sat on my bed he was like 'should i spread a blanket?'#because of the ONE TIME he came over before and he rememebred that im insane about germs#and that i dont like when ppl sit on my bed in their outside clothes#and he rmemebered so many little things about me na dits so easy to have#a conversation with him and hes so like understadning and i dont have to overexplain#too much to make him understand things which is so nice#like i forgot what it felt like to be understood so easily and being known l#and people rmemebing the smallest things about you#and hes not the only one like other new friends rmemeber such small things#about me that i wouldnt consdier noteworthy that it just makes me feel so#like loved and understood and seen and at peace and at home and#it gives me hope that there are so many other people and friendhsips out there for me#like its just so nice man :)#and theres ppl whose energy just feels so comforting and peaceful to me and it feels amazing#bc ive only heard that im the one who exudes that kind of energy to new poeple#but to be finally feeling it and experiencing that same thing with other people? so beautiful and peceful dude
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could you do some angsty smut please??
oh hell yeah we can. this is going to be 70srockstar!harry with roadie!y/n eekkkk! okay have fun;
Being the girlfriend of the most famous, golden boy rockstar was the craziest rollercoaster you’d ever ride.
For the past 6 months you’ve been touring with the one and only Harry Styles, living your life between helping on tour, drinking endless amounts of wine and smoking a hell of a lot of weed. The job had come past you at the perfect moment. Your dad happened to be best friends with the tour manager, Jeff Azoff, who’d spoken of their being a job opening for a roadie. You were employed to help set up the musical equipment and test out the instruments before the act went on at night, falling in love for the man you roadied for was just an add on. A beautiful bonus.
It was a lot more pressure being Harry’s girlfriend than people thought though. There was so much pressure to act a certain way and present yourself another way. Harry was so idolised and craved by millions and it put pressure on you to be a certain person for him. You loved him so much and you were so scared that he might one day realise that there was so much better than you - at least in your eyes. Someone extroverted. Someone musically talented. Someone who wasn’t a virgin.
Harry had never pressured you into anything sexual unless you were ready. Of course he was notorious for being an above star rating, when it came fo sex - thanks to all the articles published by the many men and women, sometimes both together, he had slept with. The sex reputation went hand-in-hand with his rock-n-roll aesthetic, so that part of him would never change. You’d only been with Harry for 4 of those 6 months, managing to fall for him very quickly, so you wondered just how he was coping without having had sex for that long. He usually had a different person each night to take backstage after his concert to play with how he wanted, hence how he built his reputation, but since you there had been no one.
Sex was such a big thing for Harry though, so you couldn’t help but feel like you were letting him down.
Currently, you were sat on his bed on the tour bus reading an article that had been published about your boyfriend last week. Your heart strings tugged as you read one section of the interview.
Interviewer: The new album, tell me about it.
Harry: It’s coming on slowly yeah. Just want this one to be perfect so, taking my time.
Interviewer: What would you say your biggest inspiration is for writing?
Harry: Changed on every project, to be honest man. Sometimes it’s about past relationships. Sometimes it’s about issues i’m going through. A lot of the time it’s about sex!
Interviewer: Yeah, dude, I have noticed that like every other song is about sex. Is that something you’re quite open about?
Harry: I think sex can be either something so beautiful or so passionate. Don’t believe in sad sex! But, um, yeah i’m always really honest lyrically when it comes to the songs about sex and I hope others see it as that too.
Interviewer: No it definitely does! Thanks Harry for your time and, um, keep on having sex so that third album breaks even more records!
Harry: Will do man!
It was easy to understand why you were upset. Harry’s biggest inspiration wasn’t possible for this album, because you were too nervous to let him have you. All of you. You felt a burden, as if you were holding him back from living his life and creating something so amazing. His past two albums had been such hits for songs such as ‘She’ and ‘Only Angel’, which were inspired by the intimate times with past lovers. There would only be sad songs if he wrote an album without any spice.
That’s why as soon as Harry came back on the bus, dressed in shorts and a shirt that was unbuttoned to see his toned chest, you jumped him and kissed him like your life depended on him. He was taken back by surprise, but welcomed your lips nevertheless.
Pulling back he mumbled some words against your lips, “Well this is a nice welcome back gift.” He chuckled at the eagerness of your lips and let his hands roam over your body - from your neck to your waist and over your ass. This man knew what he was doing.
“Harry?” You whispered, stopping your kiss and looking at his beautiful swollen red lips. He was a sight for sore eyes.
“Yeah baby?” He kept himself close to you and you could feel the stiffie that he’d developed pressing against your front.
“Can we… I’m.. If you…”
“What baby? Can tell me anything, y’know that.”
“Wanna have sex with you.” You told him the most simple virgin way ever, your face heating up when you saw him smirking down at you. You’d screwed yourself over here and were getting all shy and embarrassed about it.
“Hey, no. Don’t hide from me,” He drew your face back to his and kept his eyes on yours to provide you some familiar comfort, “you sure?”
“Mhm, yes.” You nodded affirmatively.
“It might hurt a little, okay? First time means that your cute little pussy is going to be really tight. Don’t even know whether you’ll be able to take me.” He taunted you, cupping his hands to your cheeks and brushing his thumbs carefully over your skin to ease your tension.
“I w-will.” You moused out, wanting to be this person for him.
“‘Course you can. You’re my best girl and I know you’ll fit perfectly for me, yeah?” He rhetorically asked pushing you back to the bed and letting you flop there. You watched him as he discarded his clothes, following his lead, until you were both naked in front of each other. You’d been this far before, but this time it felt different. It felt more lustful and exposed and nerve-wracking.
Harry bent down and started to kiss you from your belly upwards, leaving kisses everywhere until he reached your jaw where he bit more than he kisses. He loved seeing his marks being left behind on your skin, proving to everyone that you were his and his alone. His hands found comfort ins kneading and squeezing your breasts like dough, loving the way they were so soft and yet so hard beneath his warm hands. As he found your lips and divulged in your sweet tastes, you slunk your hand down and grabbed ahold of his cock, pumping him a few times to get him primed. You felt the trickles of pre-cum drip from his tip and it only excited you even more.
Taking your lead, Harry pushed one of his hands in between your bodies and started playing with your wet cunt, paying extra attention to your needy clit. He knew you loved it when his fingers got rough, so that’s exactly how he played. His tongue was battling against yours, whilst you both stimulated pleasure to one another. The wet and beautiful sounds filled the room, heightening your arousal - Harry could feel it too, his fingers becoming wetter with every circle and pump of his fingers.
“You ready, baby?” He asked carefully, plucking his lips away from yours with a wet sounding smack. You already looked fucked out and he had barely done anything to you yet.
“Y-yes.” You stumbled, so excited yet so nervous. You were finally going to give Harry what he had been missing for so long and you were also going to let yourself go, and divulge in something new and potentially life-changing.
He leant back and rubbed his own cock for a few strokes, before lining the tip of it with your opening. He teased your entrance, making you bite your lip in anticipation. He smiled down at you and mouthed the words ‘I love you’ without any sounds leaving his lips, before you did the same. The head of his cock started to push in, but you didn’t expect it to hurt as much as it did.
“Shit fuck, y’so tight baby. Need you to relax for me, okay?” He asked, pulling away so he could watch your body relax. You closed your eyes and took a deep breathe, reminding yourself that the best way to relax is not to think about the problem itself but oh how you’d feel when the problem’s fixed. You smiled and once Harry could see your shoulders un-tense, he, once again, pushed his cock into your opening. He hissed at the contact, obviously finding it so pleasurable even if it was only minimal contact, but you, you felt so much pain and soreness from absolutely nothing.
You couldn’t do this.
“It should just…” Harry tried a different angle, but your smile had disappeared and your whole range of emotions had resumed to flat and disappointed in yourself. “Maybe if I just..” Harry tried to hold your legs a little wider and guide his cock more firmly into your opening, but each time he couldn’t push past a certain point without your body rejecting him or your facial expressions telling him he should stop.
“St-stop Harry please.” You cried, bringing your hands up to cover your face as you let the tears flow freely. “Please stop.”
“O-okay. Just gonna…” And he slid out as much as he’d managed to get in, which was probably less than an inch. It hurt when he pulled away and your cunt felt like it was on fire. It stung and it didn’t feel right. You felt like a failure and an embarrassment.
You cried into your arms, letting harsh sobs take over your body. You chest felt tight and your eyes stung worse than your cunt did. God, you couldn’t even do one thing for him. You were the reason why he was having a hard time writing at the moment. You were the reason people would be disappointed to hear no sex inspired songs on the album. He might even have to use past experiences as inspiration, which made your heart curl with jealousy. You didn’t feel like you were enough for him, like you would ever be enough for him.
“I’m so sorry Harry,” You sat up from the bed, not wanting to look at him and his disappointed expression as he stay knelt on the bed - cock looking painfully hard still. You scrambled for your t-shirt and your joggers and then walked out of the room, across the bus’ narrow corridor, and into the bathroom.
You looked at yourself in then mirror and were disappointed at what, or who, you saw. Looking back at you was the person who couldn’t even have sex. You couldn’t give Harry what he deserved. You were a failure and it was stamped all over your body. You cried as you looked at yourself, until you couldn’t and you just slid down the wall and onto the floor. You wished for the Earth to just swallow you whole. You couldn’t stand being here when you were clearly broken and useless.
Harry would surely leave you for this. Why would he want to stay with someone who couldn’t even get their boyfriends dick in their pussy? Couldn’t give each other that pleasure? Harry had so many people in the past and surely with you gone he’d have so many people in the future. It would be selfish of you to stay. Harry had needs you completely appreciated that, but it would be just so difficult to let him go when he means so much to you.
There was a quiet knock at the door, which broke you from your cries and self-deprecating. “Y/N? Baby honey? Can I come in, please?”
“S-sorry. Yes of c-course.” You stood up quickly, thinking that he was wanting to be let in to go to the toilet or to have a cold shower go get rid of the hard-on that you’d put there. Too bad you couldn’t have taken it away.
You unlocked the door and shuffled past him, only for him to stop you. He shut the bathroom door behind him, leaving you both infinitely pressed together in the pathway on the bus. He had you pressed you up against the side of the wall and kept his arms at either side of you.
“Sweets—”
“Harry, please don’t say anything. I-I know what you’re thinking and—”
“Yeah? And what am I thinking?” He asked, not moving away from you. You held your cries the best you could and took a deep breathe to continue.
“I’m a disappointment. I-I i’m not good enough. I’m broken.” You choked out, knocking your head back against the wall from frustration.
“Stop it.” Harry ordered firmly, gripping your cheeks in his hands and forcing you to look at him. The look in his eyes was so hard to read, but he looked desperate and worried and hurt. You hated to think that you were the cause of any of those emotions. “Just stop.” Harry’s own eyes were starting to fill with tears too and you brought your own hand up to catch a few of them before they could fall.
“Don’t cry, please.” You begged, keeping your hand pressed to his cheek which he absolutely adored. He loved the feeling of your skin against his. He never wanted to not have it.
“Then don’t say things that hurt me, okay? Hearing you say those things about yourself absolutely breaks m’heart flower. Just because you were a bit too tight to take me today does not mean that you’re a disappointment or you’re a failure or that you’re not good enough. It hurts to think that you’d ever think I would think that, because - fuck -,” Harry pressed his forehead tight against yours and fanned his lips lips over yours. His closeness was everything. “I love you so much it scares me. My feelings for you are so strong and so real. I want your forever and something as trivial as sex is never going to make me want otherwise. Do you get that?”
“B-but the album?” You asked.
“What about the album?”
“I-in the recent magazine interview you said that sex is your biggest i-inspiration. I can’t be that for you.”
“Is that what this is all about? Because you think that my album isn’t coming together because i’m not having sex? Did you miss the part where I said I wanted this one to be perfect and I was taking m’time with it?”
“No.”
“Well I did say that, because it’s for you baby. The whole thing is going to be for you. Every melody. Every lyric. Every song. Just and all for you.” Both of you were silently crying now, absorbed in each others love and adoration for one another.
“I-I didn’t know.”
“Now you do. This album isn’t really for the charts or the awards. It’s for you, m’heart. I love you for a lot more than your body and its’ pleasures.”
“I’m sorry.” You whispered, taking all his words in and realising how irrationally you’d acted out afterwards.
“For what, sweetheart?”
“For even thinking that you’d be so shallow and cold-hearted.”
“You didn’t think that though, baby. I know you and so I know you didn’t. Your thoughts were based around your own insecurities, not to do with your small-thinking over me.” He explained to you, making you nod and kick your lips.
“I don’t deserve you.”
“Well then we don’t deserve each other.”
“But i’ll keep you forever if you’d let me.”
“Looks like we’re together forever then, baby honey.”
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Saeyoung, Yoosung, Jumin and Zen reacting to to “hotel only one bed” trope ? ♥️
a/n: of course you can lovely! <3 *AHEM* Lemme just say this trope is ELITE and I will NEVER not love it // also, i’m writing it like it’s before they’re dating (OF COURSE) because I want it to be spicy (actually that’s the only thing that would make sense for this prompt but you get my point whatever). ALSO also I’m basing the fancy hotel off my stay at the Ritz Carlton (it was like $25,000 a night) because my grandma couldn’t manage money N E WAYSS. Also, if y’all could let me know whether you prefer Y/N to MC pls lmk k thx
TW: drunk old lady w/no filter, gets pretty suggestive because I couldn’t help myself, an overbearing aunt, savage Italians, and loud hotel neighbor
Note: omfg i accidentally made this so long oh well here’s yo present lmao
“There’s only one bed” PT.1 PT.2
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Saeyoung
Getaway missions are mad cool until you can’t sleep
When you finally neared the parking entrance to your hotel you were SO looking forward to taking a nice hot shower before shimming into the covers of your crisp, (clean, you hoped) sheets.
It was past 3AM when Saeyoung finally drove his elegant vehicular device (because what other word is there for it) into a secured parking space
“Because I don’t trust those shady valets, y/n.”
“Whatever you say, Seven”, you replied groggily.
You hauled ass up to the front desk, then to the elevator of the exquisite hotel you were staying at
not that you cared
because S L E E P
but Saeyoung likes to quote Jurassic Park (because of course he does) like “I spare no expense, y/n”
“I’m too tired to laugh”
*gASP*
“Not everyone naturally stays up until the early morning light before going to sleep.”
“It really should become a thing, it’s honestly very iconic of me.” (it’s not)
By the time your conversation ended you were glad to see your hotel number and a little key card slot.
Saeyoung made a show of sticking the key card in like a spy or something
it was funny for normal y/n but not for tired y/n
“Here’s your room, M’lady.”
He held the door open to your room as you looked around the room
a large, lush bed set before a ginormous flat screen TV with complimentary expensive chocolates laid before you as well as complimentary take-home elegant towels and slippers.
suddenly, you heard a knock on the door
blinking in confusion, you opened to see it was Saeyoung
“Um.. hey! What’s up?”
Saeyoung looked a bit bewildered himself before saying,
“Hey, so, I realized my key card was the same room number as yours and I was like ‘That’s weird!’ so I called the front desk who verified that I had placed a reservation for one room, not two, so I hacked into their system to see what went wrong and if I could change it but it looks like they’re completely booked and I think I had made the reservation before I knew that you had to come along and I’m so sorry”
he was breathless after the mouthful he just gave you
As it was 3AM a drunk, old woman was tripping her way to her room and shouted much louder than she should at 3AM, “Kiss her already n’ fuck, ya youngin’s!”
Saeyoung’s hair now matched his face :)
His ears were tipped bright red before coughing awkwardly
“I can sleep on the ground. I’ve done it plenty of times, it’s actually pretty comfy.”
“Um, Sev’ I’m not going to make you just sleep on the floor. If you want--”
“You’re not making me, y/n, I want to do this”
“Actually I think I’ll sleep on the floor, I sleep a lot better on the ground”, you fibbed.
“You’re sleeping on that big ass bed.”
“No you are.”
“If you don’t listen I’ll sleep in the bath tub instead of the floor.”
“Then I’LL sleep outside the room!”
“LIKE HELL YOU WILL!”
“WATCH ME”
the phone rang, a worker politely asking you to quiet a bit down because even with your luxurious privacy walls, guests could still hear you arguing.
Saeyoung began whisper shouting, “Guess that settles it.”
he plopped on the ground, fake snoring with his arm as a pillow
you sighed
“Fine, if neither of us are going to agree to this then we are both going to sleep in this bed.”
Saeyoung blushed lightly at your boldness, a tad worried you’d find him creepy or weird
You started again, beginning to undress a little, causing Seven to yelp in panic and turn around immediately, shielding his eyes,
Now in your tank top and your leggings you’d been wearing under sweatpants and a t-shirt, you said, “I’m gonna go take a quick shower and go to bed. I’m so tired.”
Seven turned around only when he’d heard the bathroom door shut
he sighed, What am I going to do with this girl.
By the time you’d come out of the bathroom, drying your wet hair, Seven was lying on the bed, clad in casual t-shirt and jeans.
“Come on, Saeyoung, you have comfy clothes! It’s okay, change! I’m done in the bathroom now.”
“Nah, this is fine.” This was not fine. Saeyoung was out of his area of expertise of expecting the unexpected because God you were so unpredictable.
“Please” you jutted out your bottom lip in a little pout, being sure to make eye contact with him
Something glowered in his eyes for a split second before he half-smiled saying, “Ah, little Y/n, you know I can’t say no to you when you go all sad on me.”
He stepped into the bathroom to change, but let’s be honest. He was freaking the fuck out.
he covered his flushed face, changing into his soft sweatpants and a cozy sweatshirt. he was scared
the more comfortable he became the more likely he’d accidentally get closer to you and then you’d freak out because you’d hear the sound of his heart beat like it’s a fucking rave concert and then you’d be weirded forever and quite possibly never talk to him again
but on the outside, he stepped out of the bathroom, whipping his phone out with a huge smirk saying, “Smile”
you threw up a peace sign with your tongue sticking out
he laughed before sending it to the RFA chat
707: Sleepover lolol [see attachment]
immediately both your phones blew up with buzzes of notifications from the chat
you laughed lightly, brushing a stray hair from your face to tuck it behind your ear
this was gonna be a long night for Seven.
Zen: UGH get away from her!!!!!!!!!111!!1!!
Jumin: Maybe you should learn to type first.
Zen: shut it cat freak
Zen: seven answer
Zen: hey
Zen: y/n, text “qwerty” if you’re in any kind of danger
Jumin: What a strange code.
You: qwerty :(
707: lololololol
Zen: !!!!!
Zen: ASJDHKJFASHFKJA
Jumin: -_-
Zen: WE NEED A CAR, NO A HELICOPTER im omw!!
You: just kidding <3 i’m fine you guys
707: lololol
Jumin: Have a bit more faith in your subordinates, Zen.
You closed the chat and muted your phone, expecting the incoming argument that was quickly to ensue.
You patted the bed lightly, ushering Saeyoung to lie down next to you.
He obliged, though he politely laid at the far edge of the left side of the bed.
You yawned before shutting the light off and whispering a “good night”.
Saeyoung glanced at the clock. 4AM. Only 15 minutes had passed. You were breathing softly in your sleep within the 10 minutes after you’d said goodnight and here he was still awake.
You suddenly tousled in your sleep, and Saeyoung raised his head, whispering a soft, “Did I wake you up?”
You replied with a soft moan before abruptly turning left onto his corner of the bed and grabbing for the first thing you’d felt -- his torso.
Saeyoung’s breath hitched as he felt you exploring the new found “object”, running your fingers up and down his torso and nearing dangerous areas below
Saeyoung whisper-shouted, “What are you doing?”
He leaned closer to hear your reply, but your only answer was more soft little snores
Saeyoung sighed, trying to lightly grab your wrists without waking you up, and directing toward yourself
no matter how hard he’d try, your arms kept finding his own
your nails would softly ghost over his chest or neck, causing him to shiver and blush profusely
again, he sighed, trying his hardest not to give into your sleepy state
until you broke him with a soft utterance, “Sae....young..”
Saeyoung’s eyes widened to the size of saucers before he dared to look down at you, your hair curling on the bed every which-way.. your mouth slightly agap...
he groaned, his brows furrowed and his eyes shut
at last he slunk his arms around your torso, being sure to respectfully keep them high around your waist
he buried his face in the crook of your neck to subconsciously try to hide his ever growing blush (and erection)
I don’t know how much longer I can keep doing this ‘friend’ thing when you’re driving me this crazy, y/n.
You awoke to a sleeping Saeyoung, his toned arms enveloping your small body in a hug
shamelessly, you laid still for a few moments longer.
Yoosung
this bean is lonely uwu
so when he’d invited to you go with him on a trip his uncle had paid for, you felt bad saying “yes” because it’s a paid trip!!
until he begged you because his cousin Chaewon would be there and he was always really pushy and borderline a huge fuck boi
so you conceded
but hey free trip for the both of you minus shitty family gatherings with no one you know, right?!
you hope there’s at least one dog. and alcohol.
dog + alcohol at a party = an actual fun fucking time
you were glad Yoosung was there with you because he honestly couldn’t agree with you more
You opened your beach-side resort room to find there’s only one bed.
Yoosung blanched and quickly dialed his auntie, who’d made the resort reservations
“Ah...hi auntie! Um, how come there isn’t a separate room for me and y/n?”
his aunt cackled into the phone, “Aren’t you an old fashioned little gentlemen!!! Awe~~~ you’ve grown up to be such a good boy! <3 Well don’t worry, I won’t say a word to my sister or your pops. Enjoy the time you have with your adorable girlfriend and get it on a little!! I’ve got condoms if ya need ‘em honey~~ Remember dearie, when the shlong is not covered, the child support better be.”
Yoosung hurriedly hung up the phone, his face completely red, praying you hadn’t heard the conversation that’d just ensued.
You did
but you smile and say, “So.. what’d they say?”
He cleared his throat before saying, “Well, --err.. Basically there’s been a little mishap. B-but don’t worry!! I can just ask Chaewon if I can spend the night in his room.”
“Didn’t you say he leaves a sock on the door handle every time--”
“YES but I want you to be comfortable, okay! It’s really not a big deal.”
You shyly smiled while looking down before softly saying, “You can sleep with me.”
Yoosung’s eyes widened and you quickly looked up, your face flushing to a deep crimson
“I-I-I meant in the bed!!! With me. We can lie together. In the bed---- I mean we--”
Yoosung could practically see the steam coming out of your ears and the room felt a LOT hotter
“S-sure! Sounds great.” he had a feeling if you didn’t agree you’d end up embarrassing yourself further.. and he didn’t want you to feel bad. And he didn’t want those thoughts circulating his mind again.
“Alright, so I’m going to hop in the shower, y/n... unless you want to go first?”
Gulping down some complimentary water you’d found in the hotel mini fridge, you quickly replied with a shake of your head.
Nodding, Yoosung make quick work of washing his hair and trying to give himself a pep talk before he would be sleeping next to you.
Thankful for the big size of the resort bed, you climbed under the covers, already beginning to feel sleep take you
When Yoosung had at last dried himself off and walked out to the bed area of the resort room, he gazed at how small you looked, hugging a soft pillow in your arms, your eyes fluttered shut
He looked away, feeling like a creep.
He shut off the light after making a call to the resort staff to wake him up at 8AM as directed by his uncle’s itinerary
He slid under the covers, shoving a pillow in between the two of you as a little border to separate the two of you
it wasn’t until further in the night when Yoosung had felt a jolt and he looked up in panic, through the blackness recognizing the pillow-border had been cast onto the ground
and even more noticeably, your leg was swung over his hip, your body flush to his own
your arms were snaked around his neck
he felt like he could feel every inch of you
your soft breath just below his ear
your soft .. er.. chest... against his torso
your stomach and .. the rest of it... against his own
Yoosung could not breathe
like someone actually help this man for he is losing oxygen by the minute
He squeezed his eyes shut and make the executive decision to wait it out til morning
he was terrified that if he’d move you, you’d wake up and see just how much you affect him.
And so, when the phone rang that morning, you’d startled, looking up to see your tangled limbs lying on top of his own
“oH MY GOD I’M SO SORRY YOOSUNG UGH IT’S A HABIT OF MINE AHAHHSAHDAJSHS”
he looked at you with eyes that had noticeable circles under them (darker than even after his LOLOL gaming)
“you look like you didn’t sleep much.... --- Is it because of me!? Oh my god I’m so sorry you should’ve just shoved me off or something seriously I didn’t mean to do it on purpose, honest!!”
“N-no, no it’s really not!! I promise!!” He tried his best to grin, though it probably looked like a grimace, because the next thing you said was, “I’ll make it up to you”
“You don’t need to do that. Really, I liked it.”
It took a moment for him to realize what he just said.
“I-I mean I like you! I mean I liked sleeping with you!!! I mean--!!”
Yoosung was quickly spinning circles in his mind
you couldn’t help the little giggle that came out of your mouth, “I guess we’re pretty similar, huh?”
Yoosung smiled lightly, “Yeah, guess so.”
You walked out together toward the breakfast area of the resort
“Hey”, you started, “Is.. Did you mean what you said? About liking me?”
Yoosung glanced away, taking a deep breath before saying, “Yeah, yeah I did. I really like you.”
You couldn’t hold back the big ol’ smile that took over your face as you proudly declared, “Me too!!”
Right when Yoosung was going to go in for a kiss, he saw his auntie suddenly right next to the both of you
“Oh my GOD when did you get here?!”
She smirked, “My question first, dearie, what did you two like?”
Neither of you answered, your cheeks growing red
“You know, the first time your uncle did it with me I felt the same way. Like, what a man! Must run in the fam--”
“OKAY! THANK YOU FOR THAT AUNTIE BUT BREAKFAST IS CALLING MY NAME MM SMELLS GOOD SEE YOU LATER.”
Your blush didn’t leave you as you smeared strawberry cream cheese on your toasted bagel
This trip was going to be very VERY difficult. Thank God there was alcohol. And Yoosung. And probably dogs. And Yoosung.
Yeah.
Gotta love relatives.
Jumin
You received a call from a stern voice you didn’t recognize
<<“Hello. This is Mr. Han’s chauffeur. I’m approximately 6.3 miles away from your residence. Do not worry about clothes or other necessities. All will be provided for you.”>>
“Uh.. thanks? Where....?”
<<“Mr. Han has invited you to join him on his stay at the Ppalgan Vineyard Estates. Have you not received the notification?”>>
You glanced at your phone, seeing two unread messages on your phone.
You read them, feeling bad you hadn’t seen them before.
“Yes, yes of course. Thank you. Tell him I said thank you. Are you sure it’s okay for me to attend?”
<<“Miss Y/L/N, Mr. Han gave me specific instructions to assure you would be able to come with him. I have been ordered to give 2 minute updates following your being picked up. I can assure you, it is his utmost wish that you join him this weekend. I’d be honored to thank him on your behalf, though I feel it would mean much more to him if you said it to him rather than me.” >>
“You’re right, thank you. And thanks for driving me. And for all the other stuff you said”, you replied nervously.
<<”There is no need to thank me, Miss. I am glad to serve Mr. Han in anyway I can.”>>
The call hung up before you could spout out more thank yous
you phone buzzed, startling you.
you clicked the notification
<<(XXX-XXX-XXXX HAN COMPANIES) I’ve arrived at your residence. Let me know if there is anything I can carry for you. Sent 13:52>>
You quickly texted a reply of gratitude before rushing down the stairs out of your apartment, not wanting to make Jumin’s chauffeur wait.
“Good to see you Miss Y/L/N. Is there anything I can get you? I have been given orders to purchase anything you may want or need on our way to the airport.”
He quickly texted something on his phone, presumably a text to Jumin about your safe arrival to his limo.
“A-airport? You mean, like, flying? Are you sure I don’t need my wallet? It’s not too late for me to go grab it, right? I have my debit card on my phone too, otherwise.”
“Miss Y/L/N you are not to spent a single won on this vacation. All is paid for.”
“But my clothes... I don’t want Jumin to have to pay for all new things!!”
"I assure you, money is not something Mr. Han wishes for you to be concerned with.”
You’d stayed silent at that, feeling bad that you’d already bothered the poor man who’d just been ordered to drive you, not reassure you of Jumin’s financial affairs.
You grew quiet, looking out the window as trees, streets, and cars zoomed past you.
“If you so wish, there are numerous meals options in the compartments below the seats as well as alcohol, carbonated beverages and iced water glasses. You are, of course, welcome to any of these. Please do not hesitate to notify me if there is something you’d like instead. We’d glad to make it a regular option in all of our limousines.”
You flushed, embarrassed at the amount of power Jumin’s words, and effectively, your own seemed to have on the entire Han Conglomerate as a whole. You laughed a little, it was funny thinking to yourself that you had so much power as to decide snack options for Jumin’s cars.
Jumin was extra like that, he always went above and beyond to make you comfortable. You loved that about him. It made you feel a little spoiled, so you instinctively rejected most offers at things that seemed to further complicate his worker’s duties.
You had no idea that when the chauffeur had said airport he meant the Han Private Airway Transportation Zone.
As in... private jet.
It was hard not to feel like you were in a whole different world.
Not that Jumin treated you that way... but it was hard not to notice!
You bowed in thanks to the driver before hastily finding your way to the nearest man standing in another black suit, his hands folded together in front of him.
As soon as you uttered your name, his whole demeanor changed and he instantly had gone from cool and collected to humble and overwhelmingly kind.
He’d quickly made his way to the boarding area, escorting you to the jet before leaving you at a polite distance way from Jumin who’d been looking at you from the moment you’d entered the aircraft.
His eyes searched your own as you’d yet to discover his presence
He couldn’t help but rake his eyes up and down your body, admiring the way you could look just in anything.
He at last saw you searching the spacious cabin, at last laying eyes on him.
His heart pounded faster, as if your noticing him made his heart leap in joy
You looked relieved and smiled, running over to him and sitting down next to him
“Hi Jumin!! Oh, should I be calling you Mr. Han? That’s what your chauffeur called you.. sorry if that’s what I should’ve been addressing you as!!”
His deep voice rumbled in your ear, causing you to shudder, “Jumin is fine.”
You gazed up at him through your lashes, noticing the way his perfectly tailored vest made him look so... well... for lack of better word...hot.
“Wow. You look...” Your eyes moved from his hair, to his face, to his neck, to his torso, slowly to his groin, to his legs... before you realized what you’d been doing and quickly your eyes shot up again.
You bit your lip, “You look nice.”
“Nice?”
You laughed shyly, and slightly (embarrassingly) breathless, “Yeah. Yeah you do. Nice.”
Jumin couldn’t help the sly smile he’d been holding back before replying, “You look beautiful.”
You flushed and looked down, squirming in your seat a little before looking at him once more, offering a small, “..thank you..”
After a few minutes of silence, you’d decided to change the subject, chattering on about how you wondered what this mysterious vacation would hold
Jumin couldn’t help is concentration half on every word you were saying, but also your lips. Slowly licking his own, he nodded along when you’d gotten especially enthusiastic, grinning slightly when you’d gotten so excited you’d leapt out of your luxury seat.
Within a half hour of the trip to your destination in Italy, Jumin had trouble concentrating on much else.
Get it together, Jumin, you’re not some fool like Zen.
It’d gotten worse the more you’d leaned further in your seat, your chest becoming slightly exposed
he covered his mouth with a hand, opting for looking out one of the many windows of the jet.
You’d always caught his attention and made him lose his focus -- something he’d never lost before he met you
He blamed the strawberry sent that you’d always carried with you
He wasn’t much for expensive, faux perfume that so many of his father’s skanks would wear... it was like no other.
After a few hours of grueling torture on your part (though you hadn’t know every single time you’d grabbed his hand or arm it’d sent his heart on a sky dive) Jumin was glad to have arrived in the gorgeous Italian acreage of the countryside.
It was even more beautiful at the dusk of night, you’d decided
Immediately a shiny vehicle pulled up, ready to transport you and Jumin to the estate you were to be residing in for the weekend.
Upon pulling into the culdesac, you almost scoffed at the word “estate” -- it was more of a country in and of itself, land stretched beyond what you could see
The mansion itself stood on pillars and high, Gothic windows.
Inside, flying buttresses decorated the building, giving it an elegant and aged ambiance that you just adored
“It’s so beautiful.”
He smiled at you then, watching you take in the wonders he’d realized he took for granted.
He was then directed to a double-door entrance way, “Your room, Mr. Han, Miss Y/L/N.”
“Separate, correct?”
The man stood in surprise, looking slightly aghast, “T-they never specified such details.”
“Contact them immediately to confirm. I’ll work it out from there.”
“Yes, Mr. Han.” From there, the man scurried away to contact the head of the estate.
After a few moments, he returned, “The Rossi Conglomerate had assumed that you’d brought your fiance with you.”
“Did you mention I don’t have one?”
“Y-yes, of course! But, Mr. Han, your father--”
Jumin sighed, “I’ll take care of it.” with a wave of his hand, the man was gone
You thanked him on his way out.
Jumin looked at you, searching for a reaction of displeasure or worry
When he didn’t find one, he began, “I was notified the Rossi had booked their other estates to their American investors. My being here is a formality, but it is business. It would be a great discourtesy to demand--”
You smiled reassuringly, “Jumin, don’t worry about it.. we’ll share the bed, okay?” You held your hand in his own, rubbing soothing circles on his knuckles.
Jumin looked at you, choking on his spit slightly.
“Y/N you do understand that--”
“It’s fine, Jumin!! It’s late already, I’ll just put up my hair.. and.. do you know where the night clothes would be?”
He watched as you fixed a bobby pin between your teeth before running your fingers through your hair, watching as you arched your back to--
“Jumin? ...you don’t know?”
He cleared his throat, looking away, pink dusting his cheeks
“Bathroom.”
You thanked him, unaware of his watchful eyes
It had been a few seconds since you’d entered the bathroom before he heard a loud and alarmed, “..UM....JUMIN...?!”
He’d quickly made his way into the bathroom
“What’s wro--”
He looked and laying on the long granite island of the large bathroom was a silky set of lingerie as well as a note in Italian you couldn’t read.
Jumin’s words stopped dead on his lips as he stared at you, then the silky underwear set, you, silky underwear, you.......silky underwear.
On the outside, Jumin liked to think he came off as calm and collected, saying, “I can get you something else to wear.”
But when he’d made it two steps out of the bathroom he had a little collision. And by collision, I mean his face.. and the wall.
He looked in every drawer, finding nothing. He presumed clothes would be delivered as specified. But it was late already.. their servants are dismissed, only the protective guards surrounded the inside and outside of the estate.. explaining the situation to them didn’t seem very promising.
Of course you were kicking yourself, before you’d found their little....gift... you’d cast your days clothes into the washer. They were probably soaked by now.
Maybe I could use a hair dryer...? Or I could stuff them in the dryer??
Either way you’d be without clothes for.. too long.
And nothing would be greater punishment then showing all that in front of the man you had completely fallen for...
You heard a knock on the bathroom door. You listened from inside.
“Hey, I, uh, couldn’t find anything. Do you think you could wear your clothes from today?”
You whimpered, on the verge of tears, “I already put it in the washer!”
He knocked again, “Can I hand you something?”, he asked, undoing the buttons of his formal shirt.
“C-close your eyes!”
Jumin chuckled darkly before covering his eyes and handing her his collared shirt
“I’d give you the pants, too, but I don’t think they’d really fit you. Could you look at what they’d provided for me? Maybe slip on something from mine.”
“N-no! That’d be even worse for me!! .. and you!” You blushed again imagining him half naked
You hurriedly shuffled through the drawers, but to no avail.
You gulped, slipping on the lingerie to ensure that maybe something would be covered before buttoning Jumin’s formal shirt on you as well.
it was so big it didn’t leave much for the imagination
but you decided through a 10 minute pep talk that you’d suck it up and try your best to make his shirt into a night gown.
You at last stepped out of the bathroom, Jumin’s head shooting toward the sudden noise before taking you in
He could scarcely breathe, much less come up with a coherent sentence
you were in his shirt...
with barely any clothes on underneath
and you looked up at him shyly, biting your lip a little
drawing even more attention to your lips
Jumin had to stifle a groan, opting to head to the bathroom to change
After splashing some cold water on his face in a poor attempt to get his head out of the gutter, he quickly got on his pjs
after you both were ready for bed, Jumin sat on the bed, opening a small novel he’d been enjoying, Anthem.
His attention was immediately diverted from the dystopian fiction when he saw you were stretching
His shirt rode up high as he took in the way the lingerie perfect accentuated your curves, though it didn’t cover much below the waist
Noticing your folly, your eyes widened in shock before you immediately put your hands down
which, just your luck, made it all worse.
the sudden movement disheveled the shirt, causing it to ride down completely on one side, openly displaying the soft brassiere beneath it
Jumin slammed his book so hard it left an echo in the large room.
Great. He couldn’t even make it look like his book was suddenly unbelievably interesting that he just so happened to not take notice of the obvious sight before him.
You blanched, feeling a breeze along your shoulder, gasping before running to your side of the bed and pretending you don’t exist anymore
Meanwhile Jumin is in a c r i s i s
In the most eloquent of words, his mind said holy fucking motherfucking shit oh my God fuck fuck fuck AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH oh my god shit shit shit fuck shit sdfasodjgiajsidogjosdg MALFUNCTION!! WARNING!!!! RUN BITCH!!!
But Jumin didn’t run
because mama ain’t raise no bitch
but also because if he stood up it would be blatantly obvious that he had--
Stop thinking about it, Jumin.
He tried to redirect his mind to his 5 senses, a grounding technique he’d learned when he got too anxious when he was younger
But sight seemed to dominate it as his mind replayed your facial expressions, the way your hands awkwardly tried to cover yourself up, the way you looked the way he’d take it all off---
Oh God. I’m deep in shit.
He had never been so pissed at himself... and embarrassed.
He looked over at you, a horrible decision, really.
You were still awake, your face was redder than the strawberry sent that adorned you
“s-sorry..” you whispered, willing yourself to try to forget, “pretend that never happened..”
Jumin was practically feral and you were saying it never happened?
Jumin couldn’t just pretend he didn’t just see a fucking goddess
but he would for you
“..........pretend what never happened?”
You sighed, a small smile on your face as you quickly turned to thank him
but he was a LOT closer than you imagined
he was propped up on one elbow, looking down at you, his head slightly angled.
And suddenly your faces weren’t so far apart.
And you couldn’t help but slowly close your eyes
Jumin felt confusion when you’d done this
he can be a bit of a pea brain, so he of course said, “I’m sure you’re very tired.”
He shut off the light, reaching over you
You held back the big frown you’d gotten when you realized he’d rejected you
unbeknownst to you that it took everything in him, from the moment he’d saw you in the jet cabin, not to scoop you up in his arms and make out with you the whole way there.
Zen
Was Zen going to invite you to his own fucking tour?
Of course he was
he liked flexing his connections
and most of all, showing you just how much he cared about you
and loved you
but not the love part because God if you ever found out Zen might jump into the nearest body of water and never return
not that he didn’t have any confidence
he has lots of it
but it all kind of disintegrates when he gets to talking about his real feelings
But come on, it was blatantly obvious to anyone who had heckin eyes
or ears
or just any functioning body
the way he’d try to subtly throw an arm over your shoulder
or he’d lean in whenever you spoke
or the way he’d readjust his posture when you walked into a room
or the way everyone caught him staring
like anytime you weren’t looking
or when you are looking because he is “built different”
So the limo ride to the fancy hotel he was to stay at was something that had him looking forward to the tour, but also dreading it
you’d sat close to him in the limo because his agent and other workers were sitting along with him.
So close that your ass got pushed further and further onto his lap
because damn where the fuck are we and why are there so many goddamn potholes
Zen tried to steady you by firmly grabbing your hips
which was NOT the move
because now that you were firmly set on his lap, every bump felt like a fucking war against his hormones.
Like a gentleman, he quickly opted to seat you next to him, not wanting you to feel embarrassed
still, he could feel you being pulled closer to him with every long turn the limo made or every bump or abrupt stop
and it was torture.
like this man is sweating
but by some miracle you arrive at the hotel in one piece! Yay!
but Zen’s soul has left his body~~
so you get set up
You open the room, “Look, Zen! This bed is HUGE!!”, you ran over to it and plopped your face onto the sheets
He chuckled, watching you act like a little kid excited about a hotel for the first time
his brows furrowed when he realized there was no door separator between your rooms
He immediately called the front desk
all you could over hear was “No, there seems to be some kind of mistake”
and “I reserved two rooms -- conjoined”
“Alright, ok. Thanks.” and then he hung up.
“So..” he sighed, “They can’t get another room because they’re completely booked. Someone must’ve recognized the limo and lots of fans immediately bought up all the rooms in hopes of seeing me.”
“It’s alright Zen! I can ask to switch with your agent or something!!”
“NO!” Zen said a little too loudly. “No. Um, look it would be bad because he’s a man.”
“Your a dude, too, Zen.”
“I-- yeah, but that’s different because I’m a guy you can trust.”
“True..”
“So I’ll sleep on the couch, ‘kay?”
“Zen, no! You need your beauty sleep to be ready for your performance tomorrow!!!”
“It’s alright, really!”
“I’ll sleep on the couch!”
“Like hell you will.”
“Please :(”
“Y/N, seriously--”
“Then how about this! You and I just sleep in the same bed!”
Ever the dramatic soul, Zen gasped with his palm over his heart “How SCANDALOUS!”
“Aren’t you supposed to be Mr. Playboy?”
“Only for you, baby”, he winked.
You stuttered, “T-that’s not funny! Seriously don’t make it weird you horn- dog!”
He threw his head back in laughter, “Horn-dog?! I thought you said you trusted me!”
“Not when you’re obviously thinking about doing this and that to me!!”
“Doing this and tha---Hey! Who do you think I am?!”
There was suddenly a loud bang on the wall and a burly man shouted, “GO TO FUCKIN’ SLEEP YOU OBNOXIOUS, SEXUALLY FRUSTRATED LITTLE SHITS!”
You smirked, holding in a laugh saying, “Sounds like your fans are getting jealous.”
Zen’s mouth dropped and you began laughing hysterically
“T-that was like a 60 year old man!”
“I’M 42 YOU LITTLE SHIT”
You fell back on the bed, laughing louder
Zen shouted back, “WELL EXCUSE ME, SEXY, 42 YEAR OLD MAN”
There was silence before a harsh knock sounded at your door
All Zen’s bravado disintegrated and he made a dash for the bed, whispering loudly for you to “Turn off the fuckin’ lights, turn off the fuckin’ lights!”
You stifled more giggles rising up to your throat as you clicked off the light, making sure the room was locked, and climbed into bed
you breathed out your last laughs, sighing to yourself contentedly before noticing the close proximity you were to Zen
You stared at each other for a long moment
You leaned in closer
Zen placed a palm on your cheek, gently cupping it
he softly whispered, “Can I kiss you?”
You answered by harshly connecting your lips
The two of you feeding off each other’s oxygen as Zen bit your lip, causing you to gasp and open your mouth to make way for his tongue
you whimpered, feeling faint from lack of oxygen
the two of you parted, out of breath
Zen wanted to say something smooth like “I’ve always wanted to do that.”
but instead he said “I’ve always wanted to do you.”
He mentally smacked his head, blaming the lack of oxygen for his stupidity
But you smirked up at him coyly, replying, “Then why don’t you?”
Um yeah rip your hotel neighbor he will literally hate both of you so much
I had honestly SO MUCH FUN writing this!! Let me know if you want, like, a part two to this. I think I’d just be so fun lol
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sensation
w/c: 4.6k
warnings: some swearing, suggestive tings, and a pretty bad ending
summary: it’s the last night of your world tour, and tom has the perfect way to celebrate
a/n: i know y’all have been waiting for this one! everyone really loved when worlds collide but i ran out of ideas for it lol sorry... anyways my solution was to turn it into a oneshot :D based off the au!! i’m honestly nervous about posting this cuz a lot of you asked for it and i don’t wanna disappoint but i tried my absolute hardest to make it special <3 please enjoy
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“thank you so much! we love you!” you shout to the audience, laughing breathlessly when they shout back. one of your dancers pulls you into a side hug, you throwing your arm around his neck. “we’re so fucking lucky you chose us, that you came all the way here. i’ve seen some of you back at night one. wow.” your voice gets wobbly, thinking about how loyal your fans are.
the tour started in new york, and they’ve followed you here to london.
tonight is an emotional night for everyone. you’re about to wrap your last show before you continue again in the summer. touring the u.k. has been a dream, and you’re just as thrilled to travel the rest of the world after your break. it’s bittersweet because you’re going to miss the hell out of your crew and the millions of lovely faces you’ve sang to each week. but, you do get to spend your time off with a special someone.
he’s watching you from the sound booth, sending fond smiles and loud cheers your way. thanks to you, tom has been at every show you’ve played in england. he brought harry along this time because he’s also a fan and wanted to see you. well, tom is more than a fan at this point. you’d say he’s more of a boyfriend. you haven’t discussed labels just yet.
your dates have mainly been over facetime, since you live on opposite sides of the world with insane schedules. a heartthrob actor and international popstar is quite the combination. you’ve only seen each other in person a couple of times, the first being pretty recently.
zendaya brought tom along to hang out with you in los angeles. he happened to be there recording some lines for a movie. she saw your concert earlier that night and invited him to crash the dinner plans you’d made, resulting in the best surprise and most fun you’ve ever had. the other time you enjoyed each other’s company was one weekend in paris. that was... something.
besides those two miracles, everything between you and tom happens through a screen. you’ll down bottles of champagne or keep warm under blankets while talking about your days. it’s nice, having someone on the other end who listens and actually hears you. tom gets it. you both do.
finishing your tour in london is convenient because not only will you have tom to comfort you, but you get to stick around for a while. he’s invited you to stay at his place. you can’t wait to meet the other holland’s, his friends, and obviously tessa.
“fuck, i’m gonna cry. i’m already crying,” you announce to the crowd, though they can tell from the tears streaming down your face. more dancers huddle around you and turn your single hug into a group one. you’re laughing and sobbing and holding on tight to everyone. fans bawl their own eyes out, the fact that this is it starting to settle in. the onstage crew even gets choked up, seeing you like this.
tom pouts from where he’s watching. he wishes he could run up there and squeeze you tight, but he’ll have to save that for when you’re done.
“i love you all so much, literally every single one of you in this room,” you tell everyone for the nth time tonight, swiping a perfectly manicured finger under your eyes. “my lighting crew, sound crew, my band, my fearless fucking dancers-“ a hiccup cuts you off. people burst into fits of giggles, which is a much needed tension breaker. you adjust your headset so the mic doesn’t pick up any other bodily noises.
grinning, you rest your arm on a shorter dancer’s shoulder, then go on. “sorry, sorry. i just wanna say, like, three more thank you’s before i get out of here.” there’s a chorus of no’s and encouraging whistles at the mention of you leaving. you blink back more tears to delay the breakdown you’re going to have. “thank you to my friends who always show up for me.”
with a knowing smile, you glance over at tom. “and, thank you to my more than a friend.” he smiles back, both hands held over his heart. harry elbows him in congratulations. more screaming erupts from the crowd as they realize where you’re looking and who you’re looking at. this will be sure to spark some headlines. whatever, you’re used to trending on every possible social media platform by now.
“this is the big one,” you preface, taking in a breath while everyone quiets down again. “thank you to you guys. for trusting me, for caring about what i have to say in any way. i feel your love. i really do, and i hope you feel mine.” your fans yell that they love you back, dancers gently swaying you side to side, emotions on high. there’s one last song, and it’s over.
“this has been the sensation tour, and i’ve been your host. was i good?” you try to lighten the mood, earning a bunch of what sound like positive shrieks. the earpiece you have in makes it hard to tell. “y’all were even better.” exchanging looks with your dancers, you pull out of the hug so you can get to your mark for the finale. they follow your lead. music comes through the speakers.
“i’ll see you again soon, okay? i promise. here’s sensation,” you introduce the song, immediately bursting into more tears. it’s torture to say goodbye. thankfully, you have the most incredible fans on earth, so they sing along with you at the top of their lungs. that includes tom and harry, your ultimate stans.
when the show is over, you run right off stage and over to tom. he’s waiting on the side with actual heart eyes for you. you practically leap into his arms, a hand cradling the back of his head, both his arms draped low and tight around your body.
“you were so amazing up there! absolutely smashed it, darling,” tom breathes out. his face is smushed between your neck and mostly bare chest. “thanks, tom. seriously, thanks for being here tonight and every other.” you smile a tired smile and wind your other arm around his neck. he presses some light you’re welcome kisses to your skin. “mm, thanks for having me. how’s it feel to be done?”
you sigh, fingers running through his curls. “like the biggest relief, and also really sad.” you’re such a mess that you could cry again on the spot. tom senses it and lifts his head up to see if you’re alright. “super depressing,” you surprisingly reiterate without the waterworks. “i know the feeling. you’ll be back soon, though. you said it,” he murmurs, a grin on his lips as they brush against the corner of yours.
you’re about to kiss him properly, then one of your dancers comes up to you. you’d forgotten that there are still stage managers and security everywhere, too. you get completely lost in tom whenever you’re together.
“you killed, babe,” coco greets you, linking your arm in hers. tom takes the hint and lets go of you. he watches on with a smirk. “nah, you murdered,” you send the compliment back and bite your lower lip. “i dunno, i feel like someone murdered me!” there’s coco with her dramatics. she’s genuinely hilarious, your shared sense of humor playing a huge part in your friendship.
she brings your free hand to her heart. you gasp at how fast it’s going. “that shit is really beating, coco. are you, like, okay?” “probably not. it was the freestyle that got me.” coco went a lot harder than usual tonight, since it was her last big dance break for a while. she puffs air from her cheeks and nods to tom. “this your man?”
“yeah, you could say that. i’m tom,” he answers, holding out a hand for her. “coco.” she pulls it like you would in a handshake. you beam at them, one of your best friends and unofficial boyfriend finally meeting. “sounds promising. i approve,” coco mutters to you. bumping your hip into hers playfully, you take one of tom’s hands in both of yours.
“aw, we have your blessing or something? your permission?” you coo and get a push at your shoulder from coco in return. tom chuckles, his thumb running over the back of your hand. “no! i was gonna say you should bring him out back,” coco clarifies, like it was obvious. you’re not sure what she’s on about. “uh, what’s out back?” you question. “an axe?” tom teases.
coco gestures to the nearest exit. “we’re having a little goodbye party in the parking lot. fire pit, snacks. remember?” nope, you’d completely forgotten. the idea first sounded like the perfect way to end your night, so you agreed to go. that was before you were dripping sweat and mentally exhausted. now, all you want to do is unwind with tom and tom only.
the superstar life is one you’re happy to lead, just not at this exact moment.
“i do now.” you muster up your most apologetic smile for coco, tugging on tom’s hand. “i’m sorry, co. i think we’re gonna pass.” her jaw drops. you’re never one to skip these things. “aw, for real? it’s our last night!” tom threads his fingers through yours while you talk. “bro, we’ve been together for almost a whole year,” you laugh out, nuzzling your cheek into tom’s chest. “get sick of me.”
“never,” coco deadpans. she catches you gazing up at tom, relaxing as his arms hug your middle. she’s known you long enough to tell what’s a fling and what’s real love for you. this is something special, and she can’t get in the way of it. she’ll let you navigate this yourself. “ok, just for tonight. you’ll text me?” coco gives you a real smile, raising an eyebrow at tom. he gathers that’s a good thing. he’s in.
“mhm. maybe we can hang out tomorrow,” you agree and let your eyes flutter shut. all that’s keeping you up are tom’s strong arms. “tell everyone i love them.” “i think they know.” coco shakes her head lightheartedly. tom laughs at her. “be good,” she tells him and means it, rubbing your back on her way to the lot. that leaves you and tom alone at last.
custodians are cleaning up the arena, fans are piling out, and you’re clinging to tom while his steady heartbeat grounds you. this is the only after party you need.
“harry’s got the car when you’re ready,” tom mumbles, tucking a piece of damp hair behind your ear. you loop your arms around his torso with a hum. “i was kinda wondering where he went.” “yeah?” he gives you a small smile. “gotta ask what he thought... of the show.” yawns are creeping past your lips, tonight’s events catching up to you.
“i like feedback from the fans, or stans,” you elaborate in your sleepy state. tom uses his fingertips to tap your temple. “what about me? i’m your biggest.” “i’ll, um, follow up with you later.” your words are slurring. “right now, home.” warmth spreads throughout tom’s entire body, his house becoming yours for a bit. “your chariot awaits,” he affirms before helping you to your dressing room.
after collecting your things, you follow tom out to the car. harry is in the driver’s seat, and you two slip into the back. he exchanges a look with his brother through the mirror while you settle on his shoulder. you’re hugging his bicep, his lips pressing to the side of your head.
“thank you for driving,” you speak softly to harry. he starts to pull out of the spot with a nod. “no problem. get to say i was y/n y/l/n’s chauffeur.” tom clicks his tongue even though harry is joking. you snicker at his remark, joking back. “you want the job? better be a five star ride, then.” your banter brings yet another smile to tom’s face. his family is everything to him, so seeing you get along so well means the most.
“right, right. did you have a good time?” harry wonders, twisting to see behind him while he turns around. he also peeks at you snuggled up to tom before facing forward. “great, actually. did you?” you check, the grin clear in your voice. harry goes into full stan mode. “no shit! you were brilliant, y/n. god, every note was just like how you did it the studio.” he’s raving, which is much appreciated by you.
“good answer.” tom shoots his brother a wink. “‘s that what you wanted to hear?” he asks in reference to your conversation earlier. your response is a kiss to his shoulder. “yay. i’m happy you liked it, harry.” he buzzes with excitement, having his favorite artist care what he thinks.
not much is said for the rest of the drive. tom and harry make some hushed conversation about golfing this weekend while you struggle to stay awake. they’re obsessed with that damn sport. it’s honestly nice to see, that tom has something he likes to do when he isn’t shooting hollywood’s biggest movies. your free time will finally give you the chance to discover other hobbies.
you stumble out of the car upon arriving to the boys’ place, a backpack on your shoulders and tom’s hand held tight in yours. you’ve got only a few essentials with you for tonight. the rest is on the tour bus, so you’ll gather it after your hangout with coco. besides, everything you need at the moment is right here.
“home sweet home,” tom announces as harry unlocks the front door. his words bring a tired smile to your face. “finally,” you exhale, keeping your fingers laced with tom’s and following the two of them inside. “i could show you around a bit, give you the grand tour. or-“ tom stops talking, feeling your weight on him. harry huffs at how oblivious his brother is.
“mate, she’s falling over. save it,” he suggests and kicks the door shut lazily. you’re done in. you’ve been having to lean on tom since the show ended. “another time, then,” tom mumbles, securing his arm around your waist. “there is one thing i wanna see.” your voice is low, body curled into tom’s side. he raises an eyebrow. “and that is?” “your room.”
tom takes that in a suggestive way, like he does most things. “we’re getting right to it, are we?” he questions, harry gagging and you nudging his arm with your head. “not like that, dummy. ‘cuz i’m sleepy.” there’s a beat of silence. “ask me again in-“ “wow, look at the time!” harry interrupts so he doesn’t have to hear the details. he’s sure he’ll witness enough after it happens. “off to bed i go! goodnight.”
he rushes to get to his room, yelling out, “great show, y/n!” on the way. “thank you! night!” you call back, tom letting out a sigh. “div of the century,” he says under his breath. “must run in the family,” you playfully retort. that gets you a firm poke at your side. “where’s everyone else?” you glance up at him. there should be two other idiots and a lovely, furry lady running around.
“tuwaine’s gone to the pub, harrison’s filming late, and tess is at mum and dad’s,” tom fills you in, grabbing your arm and draping it around his middle. doing him one better, you hug him with both. you squint in confusion about the last part. “they watch her when i’m out,” tom answers your unspoken question. “ah,” you nod, then deflate ever so slightly. “i wanted to meet her, though. the other boys, too.”
tom smooths the pad of his thumb over your cheek. “you will, darling. it’s only for tonight.” he kisses the same spot reassuringly. “we’ve got loads of time.” “yeah, we do,” you agree, instantly cheering up and letting your head fall onto his chest. “now, where’s your room?” “just upstairs. you need some help getting in?” he’s only playing around, but you accept, tightening your arms around his neck.
“show me the way,” you beam at him. “happy to.” tom wiggles his eyebrows, you jumping up. your legs wrap around his waist, his arms holding you against him. with a satisfied hum, you squish your face into his insanely soft shirt. “what a diva,” tom sarcastically complains while taking you to the staircase. “doesn’t even say please. no manners from this one.”
“you try dancing in six inch heels for two hours,” you shoot back, patting the side of his neck. he moves one hand down to your thigh for a better grip. you’re nearing the top of the stairs. “think i’ll leave that to you,” he decides and squeezes your thigh. “look at me, carrying the whole music industry.” your face easily gets hot and your words turn to murmurs. “shut up. you should listen to other songs.”
you’re on the second floor now, tom going for the first door. he frowns at his rejected compliment. “no, i like yours. they’re my favorite.” “really?” your muffled laugh sounds from his chest. “what was the first thing i ever said to you?” he asks, a toothy grin on him even though you can’t see it. you recall the faithful night he slid into your dms while he carries you into his room.
he’d tripped over his words somehow, the fangirling fool. before that, he tweeted to the whole world that he wanted to see you in concert. it was a huge thing, and people were freaking out about it, even more so when your online interactions became routine. that’s nothing compared to where you are now.
you’re currently living with him and basically dating. possibly, in love. the base of it all really is your music.
“that you love me.” you pause for the ellipses. the corners of your lips turn up. “but, you really meant to say my work.” “both apply.” tom passes that off like it’s a side comment, carefully laying you down on his bed. you look up at him with a curious glint in your eyes. “what does that mean?” his cheeks flush, and he bites back the smile that’s growing. this was supposed to go... differently.
you sit up, breathing out a laugh at tom’s boyish behavior. he’s precious, truly. “you do love me?” those three words will change everything if he says yes. he takes both your hands in his and holds them between you two. you meet his doe eyes. “yeah, y/n/n. i do.” so, you were right. “i love you... and, that wasn’t how i planned on saying it.” signaling for him to elaborate, you tilt your head to the side.
tom sits down next to and faces you before continuing. “it was supposed to be romantic, right?” he rolls his eyes up to the ceiling, annoyed he ruined this. “candlelit dinner, flowers, that sort of thing. seems more fitting for the occasion.” you shift closer to him until your knees are touching. your face is lit up, voice dropped to almost a whisper.
“since when do we do things the way we’re supposed to?” you point out and set your hands on his shoulders. “we’ve gone straight from online dating to me moving in. that’s usually not how it works.” tom chuckles lowly. his own hands find their place on your hips. you’re so good with words. then again, you are a singer. “guess you could say we’re, um, spontaneous,” he agrees, fingers drawing circles on you.
you and tom have explored some of each other’s most intimate places, yet you’ve never shared a moment quite like this. it’s like meeting him for the first time again. he’s too tongue tied to spit out what he wants. you somehow know, anyway. what you cherish most about your relationship is that you two completely and totally understand one another, on every level.
“tom?” you speak quietly, butterflies filling up your body. “hm?” he hums back. this is one of those moments where it all just clicks. “i love you. i really, really love you.” you giggle out of the pure happiness that consumes you, tom joining in your laughter. “i love you, too.” he sounds like he’s said it a million times and he’ll say it a million more. he leans over so his forehead rests on yours. “really, really love you.”
your warm breath hits his face, eyes darting from his own to his lips. “i want you to be more than...” you trail off, unsure of how to phrase it. “more than... more than a friend?” tom pokes fun at what you said during the show. there’s less and less space between you with every second. “you mean, like, a boyfriend?”
“exactly. be my boyfriend,” you all but demand. you’re half asleep and desperate to be able to call him yours already. “bossy, bossy, bossy,” tom chastises, swiping his thumb across your bottom lip. how he goes from being shy and giddy to the cockiest person alive in minutes, you’ll never know. “please?” you throw in to sway him. your hand locks with his, slowly moving it off your face.
you run your tongue over your teeth. “at least kiss me.” “you don’t have to ask,” tom breathes, lips now ghosting over yours. “i was going to.” true to his words, he closes the microscopic gap between you, you pushing forward against him as you kiss back. your first kiss in love. his lips taste like the chapstick he always uses, and he moves them softly.
he places a hand on your knee, you opening your mouth so he can have access to it. instead, a yawn exits. tom pulls back with a breathy laugh. “you must be exhausted, yeah? let’s get you to bed.” he pecks your lips once more. “my girl needs her beauty rest.” that confirms your relationship. you scrunch your nose and grin wide. “and, she’s gonna get some with her boy.”
you’re reminded of how sweaty you are when you catch a whiff. “oof, wait. do you think i can take a shower first?” you grimace, fanning at the air for emphasis. tom uses the tip of his nose to nudge yours. “absolutely. need help in there, too?” he’s not asking in that way, only so nothing happens. the hospital wouldn’t be the most pleasant place to spend your break. plus, he doesn’t want to be without you too long.
“you know what? yeah.”
that’s how you end up intertwined under the hot water, letting it cascade down your back as tom hugs you close to him. you sigh in content and tangle your fingers in his fluffed over curls. you’ve learned that he’s super into having his hair played with. it’s endearing, how he instinctively leans into your touch, eyes closing as you tug on the roots.
he drops his head down to kiss your shoulder, dragging his lips to your collarbone in a way that tickles. they land on one of your breasts next. there isn’t anything sexual about it, only loving. just in case he gets too excited because it’s not uncommon he does, you gently put a finger to his lips. tom takes the hint and lets up. you continue combing through his wet hair while you step out of the water.
“do you ever sing in the shower?” he questions, drawing your naked body in closer to his. “sometimes, yeah. i honestly feel like i sound better there,” you admit and slide your hand down to the nape of his neck. tom’s tongue darts out to lick his lips. “not true. you sound beautiful everywhere, and don’t fight me on this one.” he smirks in satisfaction, you groaning at your loss.
“i really enjoy hearing your voice when it blares through an arena, though,” tom keeps buttering you up. you shake your head and settle both arms around his neck. “man, i just love you so much.” “i love you, sweetheart,” he murmurs back, you switching places so he can give his hair a final rinse. you watch him and his glowing body, admiring the sight.
“what a sensation you are,” you say mostly to yourself, which doesn’t stop him from hearing. “i see what you did there.” he eyes you while you do the same to him. your arms still around his neck pull him back to you. “tommy? do you sing in the shower?” you meant to ask him before, then he started throwing all those compliments at you.
tom scoffs, walking you back so you’re against the wall. “i don’t sing anywhere.” “what?” you gasp and put a hand on his chest. “you’re lying, you have to be. wasn’t billy elliot a musical?” he narrows his eyes at you as he tries to gage where you’re going with this. “that i did a decade ago, and way before puberty. couldn’t sing a word without cracking after that.”
your mouth is left hanging open in shock and disappointment. you bet he has a nice voice, and he’s downplaying it. “y/n,” tom begins, cupping your jaw with his palm. “since we’re living together now, there’s a lot you’re going the learn about me. good things, weird things.” he shrugs casually. “this is one of the weird things.”
“only because you make it weird! come on, let me hear you,” you request and wrap a leg around his waist. you’re giving him a hopeful smile. “god, no. you’ll hate it,” he almost laughs, a hand on your thigh. “i’m literally a singer. how could i hate something i love?” you refute, batting your lashes at him. “especially when someone i love is doing it.” “i love you, too. but, i’m not.” he’s quick to shut you down.
“drop a bar!” you try to coax him, which he already has a comeback for. “you first.” “i can’t. my throat is all scratchy from earlier,” you lie. tom presses his lips into a line, feigning pity. “aw, you know what’ll make you feel better? tea. i’ll go get you some.” he turns to shut the water off, so you grab his shoulders. “no, the steam is working. you can stay.”
“love,” tom addresses you in a warning tone that you can’t take seriously. he can’t either, a giggle escaping him. “my voice is shit. ask anyone, and they’ll tell you.” “i won’t believe them,” you hum, pushing back curls sticking to his forehead. “sounds like you just have stage fright. we can work on that, though.” “how?” he tightens his arm around your middle.
“i’ll bring you on for my next show. we’ll do a little duet.” you’re joking, though that would definitely be interesting to see unfold. “uh, never. what happened to you being tired?” tom cleverly deflects and digs his fingers into your side. you look down in defeat. “i forgot about that.” “yeah, yeah. no, seriously. we should really get to sleep, y/n/n.” he’s back to his sweet, attentive self. “‘s been a long night.”
giving in with a nod, you capture his lips in yet another kiss. tom never gets tired of them, and neither do you. you break it after a few seconds, lips lingering on his as they detach. “carry me?” you ask again, not caring how whiny you sound. tom presses a quick kiss to your forehead. “oh, you’re adorable. of course.”
well, you’ve found something to keep you occupied until the next leg of tour. you’re going to discover the many layers your intriguingly unusual boyfriend has.
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can you dig it? (m) [kim doyoung & kim jungwoo]
summary: post concert highs can be a real bummer, and tonight, after a particularly intense performance, your boyfriends help you come down.
pairing: kim doyoung x kim jungwoo x fem!reader
genre: poly!au, 70s!au, band!au, smut, fluff
warnings: drug usage (weed specifically), mentions of other substances (lsd and cocaine), shotgunning, established poly relationship, soft dom jungwoo, mentioned switch jungwoo, hard dom doyoung, sub reader, high sex, sex on a water bed!!, unprotected sex, spit kink, they're all so sweaty help, mxm, degradation kink, praise kink, orgasm denial, overstimulation, minor possessiveness
song recs: don’t stop - fleetwood mac // unlock it (feat. kim petras & jay park) - charli xcx // love her madly - the doors // ziggy stardust - david bowie // rhiannon - fleetwood mac // eclipse - kim lip (loona) // flick of the wrist - queen
word count: 5.4k
a/n: this is for my best friend, who i love with all my heart,bc last month we were talking abt the dowoo photoshoot and she said smth about high sex with dowoo. happy birthday queen <3 thank u for listening to me complain abt writing all the time :’)
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Friday, July 22rd, 1977
The concert hall smelled like cocaine and sweat, you noted to yourself as the three of you joined hands to bow. Cheers from the crowd bounced off of the walls as you bid them your final goodbye, wishing them a good night and telling them to drive safe. Still, their chanting persisted. "Seoul Motel! Seoul Motel! Seoul Motel!"
You wondered vaguely if this was what it was like to be a young god.
The curtain lowered, and the three of you were ushered offstage, to take some pictures and then head back to the hotel, to try and get some rest before you were off to Philadelphia, some five or so hours from where you were now: Boston.
Truthfully, everything passed in a blur. It was almost always like this after these concerts. The thrill and euphoria of performing made it difficult to focus on things. That might have also been because Jungwoo had passed you a joint before the concert. You couldn't be completely sure.
Your tambourine and guitar seemingly disappeared, but you knew it would show up tomorrow for soundcheck when you got to the Philadelphia venue, right along with Jungwoo's bass guitar and Doyoung's drum kit.
What you did know was that here, in the car back to the hotel that your manager was driving, lecturing you and Jungwoo about the importance of being sober when talking to reporters, Doyoung had a hand on your thigh, and that was all you could focus on.
Doyoung was high too. You knew this because ten minutes before you were needed on stage he pulled you forward by the hips and told you to take a few hits from the hand rolled joint and blow the smoke into his mouth. Of course, he wasn't as high as you and Jungwoo were, and he knew how to hide it better. But if you were to get close enough you'd notice the redness rimming his eyes, the dilation of his pupils.
The three of you were something, that was for sure. You had been, probably ever since Jungwoo joined the band, some eight years ago, in the fall of '69. You only really defined what you were once you got your first big hit thanks to some disc jockey in LA playing a song you had written, Calabasas, on the radio back in '73.
The song had blown up, and suddenly the three of you were whisked into a whirlwind of celebrities, drugs, paparazzi and producers who thought the three of you were born yesterday. Yes, you were college kids that ran on booze and weed, but you weren’t complete morons. That was when the three of you sat down to properly discuss boundaries, what slid and what didn’t.
You and your boys decided that night that weren’t down with the idea of everyone knowing. Too many prying eyes. The public didn’t really know, because the press would have a damn field day.
Other than that, it was a pretty open secret. In the industry, who was going around with who didn’t really matter—a lot of them were too off their face to even care. You realized that a few years back when David Bowie walked in on you watching Jungwoo and Doyoung get it on in a bathroom at some afterparty in New York City, and closed the door muttering something about how strong the edibles were.
So, what your manager said fell on deaf ears. Too much weed, too much adrenaline, too much energy for someone who needed to head back onto the road in a few hours.
When you finally got back to the hotel, Jungwoo grabbed your hand in the elevator on the way up to your rooms, which were right next to each other. "You said that your bed was really big… can we come up?"
You nodded, leaning against his arm. Doyoung hummed affectionately at the sight, noting how tired you both were.
"You two are about five seconds from passing out," Doyoung mumbled, and you waved your hand in denial.
"Are not," you protested like a child.
"Y/N, don't be a chump. I'm pretty sure if Woo weren't next to you, you'd have fallen over."
You didn't have the energy to counter, and as the elevator slid open, you were the first one to march out, ready to just take a cold shower and die for the next few hours.
Realistically, you knew that wasn't what would happen. What would happen was that you would shower, get into bed and then toss and turn for another hour or so. Only then would the adrenaline truly wear off. The weed didn't help, making you feel sleepy.
You unlocked the door, and Doyoung and Jungwoo gawked at the sight—and size—of your bed. It could probably fit all three of you easily.
Since only one room would spark rumors, the manager usually booked two: one for Doyoung and Jungwoo and one for you. Your room always went unused. Usually, you would have to push Doyoung's and Jungwoo's beds together to make enough room, leaving an awkward and uncomfortable dip for the person in the middle. Whoever got the middle was handed the terrible double edged sword: cuddles galore, but a sore back in the morning.
Immediately Jungwoo jumped onto the bed, gasping and immediately laughed gleefully as the bed sloshed underneath him.
"A water bed!?" He exclaimed, splaying out his limbs. "Oh, far out. You really lucked out, dollface."
He kicked off his shoes and curled up in the middle, eyes fluttering shut. You followed, sitting at the side as you peeled off your white leather go-go boots. Throwing yourself down next to him, you sighed at the sensation of waves beneath you, and nodded. "Oh, this is ace," You murmured, "Feels great."
Peeling one eye open as Jungwoo wrapped his arm around you, your gaze landed on Doyoung, who was still leaning against the wall. You beckoned him over with a hand. "C'mere, princey."
He made sure that the air conditioner was working before sitting down on the other side of Jungwoo, for which you were grateful. The still drying sweat on the back of your neck and on your chest started to cool instantly. You and Jungwoo giggled as Doyoung’s weight sent waves rippling beneath you.
"So, are you guys gonna sleep or what?" Doyoung asked, kicking his shoes off as well and peeling off his denim jacket. His eyes were still wide open and he didn't look tired at all. "I'm probably staying up a little later, I have some ideas for some lyrics I want to get down—"
"I would love to sleep. But I can't," Jungwoo declared before glancing knowingly at the both of you, "and neither can either of you."
You hummed in agreement. "Hmm, you're not wrong. Too much energy left."
You turned to bury your face into his chest. His forest green short-sleeved button up was only buttoned up halfway, easily revealing his collarbones. He smelled like pot, sweat, and designer cologne. His chest rumbled as he continued to speak.
"What about you, bunny boy? You can't tell me you don't still feel it."
"The weed or the concert jitters?" Doyoung's voice was raspy, cautious. He had a feeling he knew where this conversation was going. Once you and Jungwoo ganged up on him, it wouldn't take long to wear him down.
"Both," You and Jungwoo said in unison. You laughed at the sound. Doyoung chuckled as well, and you cracked your eyes open, despite how cozy you felt with Jungwoo stroking the skin of your nape.
"Well, the jitters are still there. That's why I'm staying up. As for the weed… well, yeah. I still feel it."
Jungwoo sighed. "How's the weed hitting you, though?"
"Honestly?" Doyoung's eyes met yours, and you felt something simmer in your chest. He huffed, deciding to take a bite of the apple, and leaned towards the both of you.
"The weed, plus watching you two perform… Safe to say I'm pretty fuckin' horny right now."
You bit your lip, giving him a sleepy grin. "Oh, Woo, we turned him on." The teasing tone wasn't missed despite the sleepiness in your tone.
"And what about it?" Doyoung asked, leaning back on his hands. "You can't say that watching Jungwoo do the thing doesn't get you going."
"I have a thing?"
"We all have a thing, Woo. Princey's over there is at the end of Mr. Jones' Motorcycle. You know, when he finishes the solo? He always throws his head back, because there's sweat and hair in his eyes. You can see his neck and shit..."
Jungwoo blinked. "Shit, that is his thing… What's mine?"
You raised an eyebrow at Doyoung. "His is the thing where he gets so into it that he throws his head back and plays, and still manages to get every bass note right, right?"
Doyoung nodded with a satisfied hum. "Gets you going, right?"
You brought a hand up to Jungwoo's chest, slowly sliding it down his stomach. Your voice lowered to a raspy murmur, and Jungwoo's hand tightened around your waist. "Damn right it does."
"And plus, you both have told me that watching me put together the drum kit is hot."
"'Cause it is!" Again you laughed as Jungwoo said the same thing you did.
"Jungwoo." Doyoung's voice sounded thicker. "You can't tell me that Y/N isn't an absolute vixen on stage."
"You're right," The younger man answered, voice gruff. His hand slid down, gripping your butt and giving it a light squeeze, before directing his words at you. "Oh! Y/N, your thing is when—you know how every time you play the transition from Calabasas to Saturn’s Rings you sway your hips and flip your hair back and forth? Sometimes you’ll look at me or at Doyoung while you do, and you looked at me tonight. You're a little tease up there, dollface."
Your breath hitched at their words. “Oh, yeah?” You goaded, cuddling further into Jungwoo’s chest. You let a coy smile grace your face as your eyes fluttered shut. “What do you want me to do about it?”
“Don’t be a brat,” Doyoung growled.
“No, Doie,” Jungwoo hummed. He suddenly sounded a lot more awake. “...What would you have her do about it?”
Your eyes fluttered open, swallowing despite the sudden dryness in your throat. Doyoung's pupils were still blown wide, but you were pretty sure it wasn't because of the weed. He licked his lips. "Princess, get on your knees."
Jungwoo prompted you up, pulling you up to stand at the side of the bed. Doyoung circled around the bed, before standing next to Jungwoo. Your gaze fluttered between your two boyfriends, one looking stern, the other looking like he was having the time of his life.
Quietly, you lowered yourself to kneel on the plush carpet, fingers gripping the silver fabric of your dress' skirt to hike it up, so that you wouldn't kneel on it. Your hands itched to reach for them but you knew you needed to ask for permission. "Can I touch you?"
Doyoung smiled, reaching for his belt. "There's our good girl," He said. Your mouth was already watering embarrassingly as you helped him undo his belt, pulling him out of his boxers. He was already half hard, and as you lifted your hand to spit in it, someone grabbed you gently by the rest. Jungwoo leaned over, turning your hand to reveal your palm to him. His eyes seemed to burn into yours as he let his spit fall into the palm of your hand. You felt your legs close, thighs trying to rub together at the sight.
"Go on," Jungwoo murmured, using a hand on your jaw to move your head. Your eyes fell on Doyoung's cock again, slowly getting harder and harder. Your hand wrapped around it, stroking slowly as you met his smoldering gaze. You stroked him until he was rock hard in your grip, and his breathing turned heavy. Again, you swallowed, and Doyoung noticed this time.
“What is it, princess? You want it in your mouth?”
“Yes, please,” You whispered, eyes wide. He chuckled breathily, head tipping back as you ran your thumb over the slit. His eyes met Jungwoo’s, who was palming himself through his pants.
“What do you think, baby?” He asked him.
“Don’t be mean, Doyoung,” Jungwoo said softly. “Look at her, she’s desperate. Isn’t that right, Y/N?”
You whined, nodding. The pair chuckled. Jungwoo grinned at the state you were already in. “Go ahead, dollface. Give it a kiss.”
Before Doyoung could say anything else, you took his dick into your mouth, and let out a soft moan at how heavy he felt, hot and pulsing. He let out a guttural groan of your name, a hand burying itself in your hair. His other hand gripped Jungwoo’s shirt, pulling him forward to meet in a tongue-filled kiss.
Slowly, Doyoung’s hips started rocking back and forth, grinding into your mouth. Your hands stroked what you couldn’t fit, as well as his balls. Your eyes fluttered shut, trying to relax so as to not gag on his length. But when he sped up, it became too much to avoid.
A tap on your shoulder, and Doyoung let you off of his cock. You turned your head to look up at a very flushed Jungwoo, who had pulled his dick out of his pants as well. The words, “Me too?” tumbled out of his swollen lips. And with that gentle, breathy tone, who were you to disobey?
You wrapped your lips around Jungwoo, who hissed at the sudden heat of your mouth. From there, something primal inside of you took control, wanting nothing more than to please—you took turns sucking them off and stroking them, the muffled sounds of their moaning spurring you on.
It was always like this—during sex, Doyoung was the meaner one, manhandling you and throwing degrading words in your face that made your stomach curl in sick pleasure. He was the one who could put you in your place when you became too bratty to handle. Jungwoo was gentler, but he was all too content to watch Doyoung toss you around. He would always swoop in after Doyoung took you apart, and piece you back together. He’d tell you how good you were, how good you made the both of them feel, and while he definitely didn’t treat you like fragile porcelain, he definitely didn’t leave as many bruises as Doyoung did.
And then, when they were both done, they’d shower you in kisses, and whisper in your ear how grateful they were to love you, and say some philosophical thing about eternal love and the cosmos that you’d always be too fucked out to comprehend, but that made your heart do a backflip regardless.
“Shit,” Jungwoo groaned, pulling away from Doyoung’s lips. “Y/N, I’m gonna cum.”
You pulled off of Doyoung to look up at Jungwoo. “In my—in my mouth, please, Woo.”
He nodded, licking his lips as his hands fisted themselves in your hair, gripping but not pulling as he allowed you to touch him the way you wanted. His hands gathered the loose strands into a makeshift ponytail, using it to guide your mouth up and down his hot cock. His hips bucked into your willing mouth, the sound of his hissing and his moaning getting louder and louder, until…
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, Y/N… Y/N!" He groaned, as he came into your mouth. His head tipped back, which gave Doyoung access to his neck, pressing sloppy kisses to the skin. This sight was worth the bitter taste that coated your tongue: one of your lovers in ecstasy while the other anchored him to the ground.
He left his dick in your mouth for a moment, before pulling out with a shaky breath. Doyoung pulled away, letting him breathe. As Jungwoo caught his breath, Doyoung pulled you up, and he sat on the bed, bringing you down with him to straddle his lap.
You turned your head to face Jungwoo, who smiled at you, coming closer to the both of you. One of his hands patted the top of your head. "That was wicked," He said.
Doyoung smiled softly, and gripped your chin to get you to face him. His sweet grin didn't disappear as his grip forced your mouth open. He groaned at the sight of your tongue coated in Jungwoo's semen.
"Gorgeous," He mumbled, eyes trained on your lips as it began to spill out.
"Kiss her," Jungwoo told him, "You know you want to."
So he did, his tongue almost immediately slipping past your lips to get a taste of Jungwoo for himself, swallowing it down greedily. Your hands came up to unbutton his black dress shirt, and his hands pushed up the skirt of your dress to get you to rock your hips against his. You gasped against his mouth at the feeling of only your soaked panties separating him and you, before pushing the shirt off of him.
He moved to lie you down on the bed. As he pulled away from you, you caught his tongue slipping out to lick at a dribble of Jungwoo's cum on his lips. To make matters even worse, the bed was rolling beneath you, making your head spin.
Jungwoo pulled his shirt off before he sat down behind you. Meanwhile, Doyoung moved down your body, parting your legs. He prompted you to sit up, resting your back against his chest. He pressed a kiss to your earlobe as Doyoung peeled your underwear off of you, biting his lip at the sight of your drooling pussy.
"You're absolutely drenched, princess. And all from sucking our cocks, huh?"
You nodded, eyes fluttering shut as Jungwoo's lips began kissing along your jaw. When you didn't say anything, Jungwoo pinched your sides gently. "Use your words, doll," He whispered. From behind you, his eyes met Doyoung's. "You're gonna keep being our good little girl, right?"
"Y-yes, Jungwoo." Your hand lifted itself to press against his cheek, a silent plea for more kisses. He smiled against your skin.
"Atta girl," He praised, "On your best behavior for us tonight, huh?"
"The little slut's just being good because she wants to get fucked, Woo. Don't get it twisted."
"Please, Doie," You pleaded at the mention of being fucked, "Need it."
The older man chuckled lowly, pressing the pad of his thumb to your clit.
"Told you."
His tongue pressed itself against your hole, and you immediately cried out. You would have immediately started grinding against Doyoung's face if it weren't for Jungwoo's hands on your hips, holding you down and keeping it still.
"I don't think you wanna do that," He murmured. His hands travelled underneath your skirt, gripping the silvery blue gossamer as he tried to lift it up. You did your best to keep your squirming at a minimum as you tried to help him get you out of it. Finally, the bell sleeves were pulled off, and you were left naked as the day you were born.
Jungwoo’s hands moved to your breasts, playing with them as he watched you whimper at the sensation of Doyoung’s mouth working at your folds. When he slipped his tongue inside, you keened, head falling against Jungwoo’s shoulder.
“You’re so pretty like this,” He whispered.
Your chest heaved, squirming up and down as he began to tug and pinch your nipples, calloused fingertips making you cry out.
Doyoung’s free hand gripped your thigh, and his fingers on the other hand slipped inside when he pulled his tongue out. Immediately, he plunged in two fingers, curling his fingers as he attempted to search for that one special spot.
"Ngh, Doie, faster, pleasepleaseplease." Your legs were trembling slightly now.
"So fucking slutty," Doyoung mumbled, chuckling wickedly, "And all I had to do was stick my fingers inside."
He complied with no protest, and the sensation of Doyoung stroking your walls and Jungwoo continuously pawing at your breasts caused a string of moans to come pouring out of your mouth. Jungwoo had been sucking a bruise into your clavicle, but leaned up to press his lips against yours.
"Don't want anyone hearing what's meant for Doie and I," He said, lips brushing yours.
The idea made you even needier, the double entendre making your head spin. Jungwoo didn't want anyone to hear you because if they did, rumors would spread. And on top of that? He didn't want anyone to hear. You were theirs. They were yours. This was a sacred ritual between bodies meant to be witnessed by only the three of you.
Your head felt like you were floating, even though your limbs felt like they were sinking into the watery mattress. A coil began to tighten in your stomach, and your soft whines, muffled by Jungwoo's plush lips, increased in pitch.
They both knew what this meant, because a second later, Doyoung removed his fingers from your core, and Jungwoo pulled away, his hands moving from your breasts to rest on Doyoung's atop your hips. You were left reeling and breathing heavily, that familiar sensation floating away.
When you looked down at Doyoung, you swallowed at the sight of his lips, chin and fingers, all glistening with your wetness.
He lifted himself up off the mattress, and proceeded to sandwich your chest in between his own chest and Jungwoo’s back. He gripped his dick, rubbing it against your folds, which were now even more soaked than before.
"Tell me how much you want it, princess." He pressed his forehead against yours, hissing when the tip caught your clit. You let out a desperate whine, clinging to his broad shoulders.
"Do—Doyoung, please fuck me," You begged, reeling at the sensation. He was so close, all he had to do was slide in. But he refused.
"Not good enough," He insisted.
"Doyoung, don't be mean," Jungwoo said, but he seemed to be more amused by your desperation than anything.
"No, I wanna hear how much she needs us."
You closed your eyes and took a few deep breaths, trying to gather your words. Jungwoo's hands stroked your sides, trying to calm you down. "You doing alright, doll? You wanna take a breather?"
"We can always stop." Doyoung's voice had turned stable, secure, safe. He started pulling away, until you grabbed him by the forearm and shook your head. You opened your eyes, seeing concern in his eyes
“No,” You mumbled, “Jus’ want some water. Think there’s some in the minibar. ‘M really hot.”
Doyoung nodded, getting up and striding over to the small refrigerator on the other side of the room. He pulled out a water bottle, and popped open the cap before passing it to you. Jungwoo had taken to fanning your face lightly with his hand. You took several long swigs of water, before setting it on the nightstand.
“I’m fine,” You promised. “Can we please keep going? I can take it.”
Doyoung pressed a kiss to your temple. “Are you absolutely sure?”
“Yeah,” You said with a nod.
“Doyoung,” Jungwoo murmured, “Be careful.”
“I know, baby." He lowered his eyes to study your face. "I won’t go that hard on you, Y/N.”
You nodded, even though deep down you wanted to protest. You knew that this was probably the best route to take. You could already feel the high—from the weed and the concert—wearing off. You knew that if Doyoung were too rough you’d probably crash on the way down instead of float.
So, Jungwoo brushed some stray hair out of your sweaty face, and Doyoung grabbed your legs gently, wrapping them around his hips. Slowly, Doyoung eased in, and you sighed in satisfaction of finally being filled. He bit into your shoulder, taking deep heaving breaths as he let you get used to the sensation. Jungwoo took turns pressing kisses to the top of your head and the top of Doyoung’s head.
“I love you both so much,” He whispered, “I’m so grateful the universe brought us together.”
Doyoung looked up at him, pressing a kiss to his lips. “My baby,” He murmured against Jungwoo’s lips. He then turned to you and did the same, “My princess.”
You smiled at their words, but the need in your core was becoming unbearable. "Doie, Woo, I love you both so much," You murmured, "But Doyoung, if you don't move I'll pin you down and do it myself."
"And you were doing so well," Doyoung groaned with a laugh, before beginning to thrust his hips. It was a slow, torturous glide, and the way it caused the bed to rock left you dizzy in the best possible way. Doyoung was panting into your ear like some sort of beast, and you were whining softly with every cant of his hips.
"You must feel so good right now, huh, doll?"
"Jung—woo," You moaned, clawing at his bicep.
"I know, dolly, I know." He sounded sympathetic enough, but the way he was grinding his dick against your ass suggested otherwise. "Bunny boy is just so good with those hips of his, hm?"
"H-he is!" You cried, "Feel so full, ah, Doyoung!"
Doyoung's eyes met yours, and his hips picked up their pace, until your eyes rolled up into your head. Your head thrashed side to side, leaning against Jungwoo's shoulder. His mouth lowered once again to kiss at your neck, and your hand wrapped itself against his nape, while the other gripped Doyoung's shoulders.
Jungwoo's hands slithered down to where you and Doyoung were connected, and started rubbing at your clit. You shrieked, chest arching. Doyoung hissed. "Shit, do that again," He bit out, "Fuck, princess you just got so tight."
"D-Doie, harder!"
Doyoung looked up at Jungwoo, the two having an unspoken conversation. A second later, Jungwoo gave a cautious nod. Doyoung smiled, before he adjusted his legs. Then…
Then. He began pounding into you at a breakneck pace. Your legs tightened around him, wanting him even deeper than before.
"You love this, don't you? Our pretty little slut." His voice was tighter now, panting with exertion. You nodded.
"Yes, yes! I'm your slut!"
Doyoung grinned, before locking lips with you. His tongue dipped into your mouth, before letting you do the same to him. You could tell he was starting to feel something—he always kissed you or Jungwoo as a way of telling you he wouldn't last much longer.
Truthfully, you could feel it coming too—your body felt like it was on fire, and your hips couldn't stop squirming. Whether it was towards Jungwoo's calloused fingers on your clit, Doyoung's cock, or away from both, you couldn't tell. Your moans were getting shriller too.
You clenched down on his length again, and he grit his teeth, grunting as his pace turned sloppy.
"C-c'mon, princey," You pleaded, "Give it to me, give it…"
"Shit, yes…" His head lolled onto your shoulder. "Gonna stuff you so full, princess, you'll be dripping—"
"Please! Oh, please—"
The two of you fell apart almost at the same time, your orgasm triggering Doyoung's a second later. Your mouth fell open, legs trembling and heart pounding as waves crashed over and under you.
When you came down, Doyoung rolled off of you, turning onto his side to watch you and Jungwoo. Jungwoo, who ceased the movements of his hands and slowly laid you down. Your head landed against the pillows, and you let your eyes shut as you caught your breath.
"Can I take care of you one last time, doll?" You heard Jungwoo say. Your eyes opened blearily, and you reached a hand out towards him, legs parting of their own accord.
Both of your lovers groaned at the sight of your pussy, Doyoung's cum brimming from your folds.
"Absolute perfection," Jungwoo murmured, crawling between your legs. He gripped his dick with one hand, the other swiping through your folds, and you immediately whined at the sensitivity there, teetering the fine line between pleasure and pain.
"Please," You whimpered, "Woo, I want it."
"You're insatiable." He sounded so affectionate, so in love. You watched as his eyes studied his index and middle fingers, covered in a mix of Doyoung's cum and yours, before dipping them into his mouth to lick them clean. You sighed, a dopey smile gracing your features. He lowered himself down to brush noses with you, dark eyes blown wide, wide awake despite the dark circles underneath.
"Guess I'll just have to do something about that."
He slid in as if he was coming home, immediately setting a solid pace that had you seeing stars, arms wrapping around his shoulders to lock hands at his nape. The sensitivity left you pliant in his arms, and Jungwoo didn't hesitate in cradling you in his arms.
"So good for us, Y/N. Always Doie and I's sweet girl."
You nodded, tears brimming at your eyes at the heaviness in your chest, the pulsing in your core. His hair was falling into his eyes, and you lifted your hands to his face, doing your best to brush it away. Your hands cupped his cheeks, heavy eyes burning into his. Your hips were rutting against his desperately now, wanting nothing more than to feel that high with him.
Jungwoo pressed a brief kiss to your neck, feeling something simmer in his gut embarrassingly fast.
Doyoung placed his head next to yours, gently lifting Jungwoo's head to kiss him, hand brushing the other man's ass. When he pulled away, he kissed you as well, and Jungwoo's mouth pressed itself to one of your nipples. You keened against Doyoung's mouth, hips losing all semblance of grace.
Here, you were needy, animalistic, running on instincts, and your boys were drinking it up like water from a desert oasis.
Doyoung pulled away, a thin trail of spit connecting his lips to yours. His hands cradled your head.
"Can you feel it yet, princess?"
Your eyebrows furrowed, silent moans falling from your lips. "Ah, yeah, Doie… s-so close…"
"Me too," Jungwoo groaned between your breasts, "So wet, Y/N…"
"That's from all the cum she's filled with, right, princess?"
You nodded. "Mm—ngh! Stuffed me so good, Doie."
"Yeah? You gonna let Jungwoo fill you up even more? Gonna keep it all inside, right?"
Your stomach did a backflip, and you felt your toes curl. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, I want it—"
"I'll give it to you, doll," Jungwoo growled, "It's all—fuck—all yours. S-same way this is all for us, right?"
Those words were what caused you to finally fall over the edge. Your high was so intense that you could have sworn that your ears popped—clawing at Jungwoo’s shoulders, your eyes squeezed shut. Only one side ended up scratched, since you always kept your right hand nails short to properly play guitar. You sobbed against Doyoung’s lips, and he eagerly swallowed up your cries, shushing you gently as you came back down.
You didn't feel Jungwoo come inside, but you felt it immediately afterwards—the satisfying stickiness, the warmth in your stomach.
You looked at Jungwoo, pressing a soft kiss to his sweaty forehead before prompting him to move off. He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you towards him as his little spoon, peppering kisses to your cheek and whispering how good you were. The two of you looked at Doyoung. You reached out, making grabby hands at him. His eyes were drooping, and he was blinking blearily as if he were trying to fight off sleep.
Still, he got up and pulled his pack of cigarettes out of his shirt pocket, as well as his lighter. As he sat back down on the bed, the waves sent you and Jungwoo further and further into the recesses of slumber. As consciousness left you, you caught Doyoung looking down at the two of you as if you were the most precious beings he'd ever encountered. His tone was low and grumbly, but there was a glint of smug satisfaction in his eye.
"I hope you two are happy. I can't remember those goddamn lyrics anymore."
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trashpile: influencer lite
thing i have had in my wip pile but have decided to not work on but i wanted to have it saved somewhere, notes and all.
9k. timothee x reader
you were the former ghost content creator for an influencers team (PR, manager, photographer). now is moving to do assistant PR relations for an auction house in NYC. gets invited to party w influencer (met in college).
T.C is there.
likes going to concerts and finding places to c on tiktok. tries out food recipes and going skating around central park. getting drinks w friends after work and thrifting (be green). fun media (schindler's list made me depressed for like a week yet all the books i want to read r depressing nonfiction). music is a big deal!!! maximalist!!
@ameliababy @pinksidekick @harpyhagnyc (jenny)
-1-----
“We look so fucking hot,” your former roomate and ex-boss as of yesterday smiles as she looks at the both of you in her diy mirror. It was a vestige of yesteryear's pandemic. It had been the influencer thing, but who hadn’t dabbled in do it yourself when there was nowhere to go!
You pout, and immediately stop. It was giving more duck lips than Ashley Olsen. “Yeehaw at the old time road,” you joke. A cow print slip dress had to go with cowboy boots. Your smile looked better, cute instead of hot like Amelia, but it suited you.
You both looked hot.
But realistically, even at your most pampered and dolled up, you were not the girl people approached at bars. So it would be a fun night as her plus one and that would be that.
She laughs. “I’m so glad we can hang out before leaving for Paris! Ah! I’m so fucking excited!”
“I’m excited for you,” you tell her.
“It should be you too! You helped me like, grow my brand,” she burst into laughter, still trying to wrap her head around how Instagram had become her full time job. It was a modern day cinderella story.
You shrug. “I’m taking the old degree out for a spin.” And New York city had always been your dream. Now you were here, done with school, working your first big girl job, you wanted to see how it went.
“You're a PR girlie now,” she threads her hand through your arm and takes a few pics, “Some rich people thing right?”
“For an auction house,” you explain. You started last month. It was something very different from what you imagined while in college. “It’s cool. My coworkers are chill. I mean, its no pawn stars-”
“That show is so freaking binge worthy. Like, it really got me through pulling all nighters.”
“Just me, you,” you laugh, “and some Las Vegas pawn store people.”
“Yeah like, if I had to follow a storyline and keep up with a billion seasons of Grey’s I don’t think I’d have studied. Then again, I did drop out.” She cringes for a second, before shrugging. “Facebook might be destroying the world but at least I didn’t have to finish college.”
You laugh. “There’s a bright side to everything.”
The place is done up to be instagram worthy, with cute plant covered walls and a shark disco ball as Nu plays in the background. The tables all have cute petit fours but everyones too busy taking pictures aka doing their job to eat.
One wall had #nuvision which had to be the brand or tagline for whatever was being promoted.
“Here,” Amelia says, dragging you into the frame with some other girl who had instaface, and someone else takes a picture. “You don’t mind do you?”
“Naw,” you wave it off. “It's for your stories? Right?”
“Yeah, it's more organic that way. What’s your handle,” Amelia asks the other influencer.
“@justagirlmp3,” she explains casually, “yours?”
“@ameliababy.”
“Oh how cute! I keep wanting to do the plant thing but mine always die or just don’t grow.”
“I’ve always taken care of plants,” Amelia explains and you look around, wanting a drink in your hand.
“I’m going to get a drink, want anything?”
“Um. No, later. I’m going to mingle and whatnot,” Amelia smiles. “Our table’s near the back.”
“Okay.” You squeeze her arm before going off. You’d settle for nursing a vodka cranberry.
It’s a bit of a squeeze, trying not to bump into people and surrounded by the people from insta. It was typical: kids from tiktok, the girls from insta, and industry types. Someone walks by in last season's Mugler and you’re not even surprised.
You find the bar, across from the little set up dance floor and even though you know its instagram bait the same way those pop up museums are, having done content for Amelia, the shark disco ball is still making you lose your mind. It’s too good.
Then Jeremy O’Harris walks by you in all his maximalist glory.
Oh!
You do a double take as you settle in at the bar, waiting for your turn.
It was that type of event.
There were actual famous people here.
“Star struck,” the man next to you asks.
“A little,” you turn to look at him while babbling, “his instagram is so funny.” And his style was great.
Your words make him laugh.
He was lanky with chocolate curly hair in sweatpants and a windbreaker. The odd sort of grace in his features, almost ugly but definitely interesting, makes you think he might be a model of some sort. Models, you had learned, were pretty alien from how beautiful they were.
“I would have said his plays,” the man sniggers, tipping his drink at you.
“This is going to make me sound super uncultured,” you wince, mouth dry because you never knew what to say to people out of the blue and this was exactly why you were so awkward, “but I am such a bad reader. But I did watch that internet play he did.” The bar tender spots you.
Thank god.
You needed to shut up and stop embarrassing yourself.
You order a cranberry vodka.
“Didn’t catch that but Slave Play,” his eyes widen, for some reason still talking to you which felt like a joke, “wow.” He deadpans like Owen Wilson, “It was amazing. Got robbed at the Tonys though.”
“I only liked Hamlet,” you admit, “it's like the only play I didn’t sparknote. My teacher was really passionate about it so it actually clicked for me. I think it’s the way she taught it, first having us watch it performed and how plays just don’t hit the same when read off page but I couldn’t exactly go to Broadway las summer,” the summer of the pandemic. You sip at your drink, the tartness cancelling out the burn of the vodka.
“You should try reading it sometime if you're such a fan,” he says lightly. “I’m Timothee.”
You tip your drink at him, introducing yourself. “Nice to meet you. II’ll probably get the book and it’ll sit on my shelves for ages. It’s rare for me to really get into a book and read more than a chapter at a time.” You were a slow reader hence sparknoting most books or else you wouldn't have ever completed the assignments. It took time for you to parse out the meaning, the subtext.
Timothee laughs again. “I like the honesty.”
“Thank you,” you giggle, before glancing around. It seemed like the work part of the night was winding down. People were starting to head to their tables. “It’s like Fran Lebowitz said, life’s too short to watch a boring movie or finish a book you don’t like.”
“Ah,” he points, “but you have to try first.”
“Or it could be my second play.” You shrug. “I mean, shame on me. I’ve lived in the city for nearly five years now and never been to Broadway.”
“No! No,” his expressions are captivating in their openness, “you have to go. Watch anything. But rush the show for the optimal Broadway experience.”
“I did see Mamma Mia at my college’s theater,” you try with a laugh. “It was a good time. Nowhere near as sparkly as the movie.”
“You can’t beat Colin Firth,” he agrees.
“Right! It was like the scene from Pride and Prejudice all over again.” The BBC version was your experience with Jane Austen. “My teacher, same one as Hamlet, was like please don’t sparknote the book just watch the deep dive BBC series from the 90s.”
“I can’t tell if that's amazing or if she should’ve pushed the book.”
“Whatever works,” you shrug, “and it was AP english so I don’t think it was that we didn’t know how to read a book. I just don’t know that high school books are the most. . .interesting though I get that they matter because of their influence. And catching those references.”
Timothee grins, “should’ve tossed in Baldwin or Tennese Williams.”
“I don’t know who they are,” you confess. “I was thinking more My sister the serial killer, not that my sister is a serial killer,” you add lamely.
He throws his head back and laughs with you, “glad we cleared that up.”
“Okay maybe I’m just a bad reader.” You laugh, “The book on my nightstands about to start invading my nightmares.”
“Very Spongebob tries to write an essay,” he brings up, then scrunches his brows, “is Spongebob just as culturally important as Shakespeare?”
“Yes! The Spongebob generation is about to start including some deep cuts in their emmy award winning shows.”
Timothee shakes his head, smiling widely. “I wouldn’t be surprised if that already happened.”
You’re half done with your drink and you still haven’t had anything to eat. The petit fours were right out of Marie Antoinette. “Well, it was nice meeting you,” you smile, wanting to get back to Amelia. “See you around,” you say in the same way you’d tell classmates you’d only talked to in class but hadn’t made the leap to friends with. Guys who looked like that didn’t bother with girls like you.
New York was different in that you had found friends and expanded the definition of who you could be but some things remained as distant as ever.
“Yeah,” he says, biting his lip, “see you around.”
Amelia is uploading a picture of her plate, artfully arranged. “Did you see Hari Nef was here?”
“Yeah, I did see some famous faces,” you note with a quick wink, “what's this event for again?”
“Some new cool camera lens for filming and Nokia,” she explains. “I know, it's like people who actually do stuff instead of being walking billboards.”
“What a self drag,” you snort.
“Gotta keep it light and fun. Be able to laugh at yourself.” She dusts her shoulder off.
“Eh, you're always risking it all for the shot.” And you gas her up about her job, “besides, not everyone can come up with all those fits you’ll change into and haul around.”
“Who would’ve known,” Amelia laughs, “an influencer's secret weapon is my bag from college to haul around outfit changes. Which reminds me! You have to come visit me in Paris. I promise not to make you carry my bag up the Eiffel tower this time.”
It’s bittersweet. You love her. She was your first friend in the city and you too did everything together for a good while. She was still who you texted when you were feeling stuck ina funk and her leaving right as you began the next stage of your life felt like the start of a slippery slope into depression all over again.
You were still happy for her. “It was my workout for the month,” you joke, trying to have a good time instead of spiraling, “Can’t skip leg day.”
-------2-----
You had a gut feeling not to go out tonight. Zara was a friend. Not a close friend, but the friend who had known where all the plots were for the weekend. The fun friend.
Senior year, you buckled down and studied. You guys had grown distant and that was further amplified once you graduated. While you had been wiping down your fruit with clorox wipes, she had uploaded posts of her on vacation in Miami.
Now she was making more money waitressing in Manhattan than you were in your “career” job.”
But she had hit you up and anything seemed better than staying in on a Saturday night like a loser. You were young and living in your dream city. Going out was a no brainer.
There would be plenty of nights in: monday through thursday.
From the get go you had been the odd one out. Zara’s college friend: the others all hung out more.
But oh well. You had done your makeup and felt cute in a dress and sparkly mesh top underneath. You were going to enjoy a few drinks.
It would still be a nice time.
And then the universe decided to shit in your dinner once again as they say in Castlevania.
You had come back from the bathroom and they were gone. You sent Zara a text.
Zara: oh we decided to go to the bar down the street instead 🤪
It was a sign.
You could read the room.
It was only ten pm but you were calling it a night. Time to watch 13 going on 30 again. Not cry. You were a big girl who could deal with set backs. No more depression, none of that. This was fourteen year old you’s dream since the first time you watched the Devil Wears Prada. This was what you worked for all those nights studying.
It would be fine.
You weren’t fifteen and eating lunch alone anymore. You had other people in your life: a halloween murder mystery dinner where you were just dying to go as Marie Anoitnette with a line of blood across your neck.
You head out the door.
“Hey, I didn’t actually think I’d be seeing you again,” Timothee says as he’s entering the bar. He looks good, curls falling into his face.
“Big city,” you nod, it was a chance coincidence to ever see the same person twice in a city of millions.
“Heading out already,” he asks as you both hover by the entrance.
Not wanting to feel like the world’s biggest loser that got ditched, you lie, “yeah, I-my friend had an emergency.” It really wasn’t that big of a deal. Zara could be unreliable.
“You sure you don’t want to stay and grab a drink,” he offers kindly, his eyes taking in your outfit, “I’m meeting up with some friends.”
“Oh-,” you shake your head, “you don’t have to-”
“But I want to,” Timothee shrugs with a grin, tilting his head towards the bar, “come on.”
“I-,” there was no reason not to. But you didn’t want some puty invitation either.
“It’s okay,” he grins, “it's fine if you don’t want to, but the offer’s there. Unless you want to wait until the next press thing to run into each other.”
“I doubt that,” you laugh, “I was my friend’s plus one. She’s a social butterfly but hates going to places alone.”
“So?”
“Okay,” you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “yeah. I could go for a drink.”
Timothee leads you into the bar, winding his way through the crowd easily with his tall lithe frame. The bar isn’t huge, but there’s enough time for anxiety to find its way into the palms of your hands, dampening with sweat as you follow him over to where his friends are.
“Ally cancelled,” a black girl with hair bobbed to her chin greets Timothee with an eye roll, “again.”
“Oh please,” the blonde guy next to her laughs, “I couldn’t even get a text back when you were dating that one girl. At least she let us know!”
“I did not!”
“Did too.”
“You did,” Timothee piles on, “This is the girl from the party I was telling you about.”
You’re surprised, feeling your cheeks flush. He’d talked about you? He’d remembered you to start with? “Hey-,” suddenly feeling nervous all over again about interrupting him and his friends. Maybe you should have just left.
The last guy at the table sits up, that ambiguously brown look that could be Italian, Iranian or some country that would be a question on Jeopardy. “You mean,” he intones meaningfully. “The girl.”
Timothee runs a hand through his head, looking away, “yeah.”
The guy smirks, “2021, it’s your year man!”
Timothee flushes, rolling his eyes.
“We already started. Gotta love garlic cheese fries,” the girl cuts in from whatever that was, “I’m June. That’s Jakob,” she gestures at the blonde next to her, “and he’s Anton.”
“Nice to meet you.”
Before you can start worrying about where to sit, June scoots over, “the zombie here comes with those gummy eyes.”
“First jello shots,” Jakob starts, “a little pregame for them.”
“Jello shots are only fun at house parties,” Anton complains, “or in those halloween syringes.”
“You’re such a snob,” June snaps back.
“I’ll just have a beer,” Timothee states, grabbing a fry off the plate. “And we went to an arts high school, no one’s worse than theater kids! I can admit that about myself.”
“Don’t drag techies into this,” Jakob retorts.
“Sure,” Timothee snorts, “keep telling yourself that.”
Anton raises his own beer.
“Drinks people,” June taps the table, “we are here to drink! Not think about that awful staging of shrek!”
“No way Shrek’s a musical,” you say, “that’s such a cash grab. Shrek is perfect as is.”
In unison, Timothee and Anton go, “shrek is life.”
“Don't be boring,” Jakob says. “Get a gross cocktail or something. A bloody mary.”
“Bloody mary’s are gross. It's soup pretending to be a drink,” you point out. The correct way to soup was warm and on a rainy day at home, preferably with a slice of bread.
“She’s right,” Timothee nods, “Nothing good about a bloody mary. It comes with celery. Another strike against it.”
“Speaking of cocktails,” June winks, “there’s this bar that has dalgona martinis. Perf for squid game.”
“I still haven’t watched it,” Timothee admits, “I’ve been jet lagged like crazy.” He pulls a face, going cross-eyed, head drooping.
You laugh. “Is it that show like? Battle Royale?”
“Kind of,” Jakob tilts his head. “It’s like Battle Royale, American Ninja Warrior and Parasite.”
You cringe. “I didn’t watch that. I could just tell it was going to be one of those serious critically acclaimed movies and I couldn’t do it! II couldn’t spend the next week having a midlife crisis and depressed over a movie. Did enough of that in 2020.”
Timothee nods, “fair point. Sometimes you just need to turn your brain off and watch Zoolander.”
“I love Zoolander!” You were so there for cheesy 2000s movies. They were such a comfort.
“You should! Watch Squid game I mean,” Jane nudges your elbow, “after we get our dalgona martinis.”
“You’re really set on that aren’t you,” Timothee teases. “Don’t you have a dance class to teach.”
“Choreographer now, actually. And I have to do technical work with the company. That’s true,” Jane covers her face with a hand. “But not until Monday! Aye!”
“Just don’t go to Germany,” Anton says as the waitress drops off a round of jello shots and an assortment of drinks. You feel for her arm. You’re in awe of her arm strength. “Especially not if the headmistress is Markos.”
You laugh, having watched Suspiria the first week of October. You had not understood it at all, but the ending scene was pretty good.
It’s nice.
Timothee and his friends.
You drink the zombie and settle in without ceremony. No one bats an eye. It’s easy to make conversation and they include you without thinking.
Not a bad Saturday night.
And Timothee’s smile wasn’t bad either.
anton @antonofff jakob @tech_mech june @juneb0ateng cancelled: @allymarker
-------3----
“Fuck, its here too!” You and your three roommates were running around like chickens with their heads cut off. There had been water on the floor of the bathroom. When you’d looked around the apartment, you’d found water in the kitchen, in the closet you shared with your roommate. The place was flooded.
“Asshole landlord hasn’t answered,” José complains. “Evelyn?”
“It’s spreading to the hall,” she shouts back.
“Let’s just get everything off the floor we can and open the windows,” you try. This had never happened to you before. Calling the landlord was your one and only play here. Rent had been paid.
“Fuck no. I’m not staying here,” Evelyn complains, “what if it's water from the sewer!”
Your toes curl in your shoes from disgust. Gross.
“Dark horse solution,” Connor comes out of his room with a bag, “we bounce.”
“Uh-uh,” Evelyn crosses her arms over her chest. “I paid for the month. They’re not keeping my coins.”
“Well we can’t stay here,” José points out. “Evelyn's right. The wayers probably gross. And like mold, right?” He pauses, “oh-I-I have contact, hi Mr. Patel,” he goes out into the hall.
You scroll through your phone, trying to think of whether to get a hotel for the night or search up who needed a roommate right now. It was so fucked up.
Sure, you lived in a shoebox. The place smelled like tobacco no matter what scent diffuser you plugged in, and you were paying a small fortune for a shared room, but if you stuck your head out the window, there was a view.
Yeah, time to find a new place.
This was a sign.
You scroll through your feed.
@harpyhagnyc love is fake (pic of cutting up ex bfs clothes
You don’t even think, dialing her phone as you toss your meager possessions into the carry on suitcase that had by some miracle been on the top shelf storing a small fortune in textbooks on marketing from college. “Hey, I just saw-”
“He’s such an asshole,” Jenny replies, “I should’ve seen it coming. Bringing up a threesome after I told him I was bi was a major red flag!”
“Jesus christ.” He sounded like an asshole.
“I know!” You hear background noise of what sounds like ripping. “I met his fucking parents! I wore no makeup like a nun and didn’t say shit when they brought up illegal immigration!” More noise and you wonder what exactly she’s destroying. “And he has the audacity to cheat on me with some bitch with no tits!”
You sort of want to laugh even though the situation sounds awful. Jenny was older than you by five years. She'll be thirty soon. This was her relationship. She lived with the guy. They’d bought dishes together.
José starts arguing over the phone and you can just tell you’re not getting the deposit back. Connor was right. Time to bounce. The commute from Washington Heights to your job was a nightmare during rush hour.
“What’s up with you,” Jenny asks.
“Apartments flooded.”
“Fuck,” she replies immedietly. “You have anywhere to crash. That shit takes ages to fix.”
“I was about to go on like airbnb but instagram happened.”
She laughs. “Fuck airbnb, jacking up rent prices. No. Come over, help me be the crazy ex girlfriend that sets the teddy bear on fire! And have pizza. I need something greasy to make it through the night.”
“No-I can’t do that to you.”
“I insist. . .and you do the file on that atrocious pair of earrings. Seriously, my earlobe detached just from looking at them.”
You sigh. Looking behind you as Evelyn decided to give Mr. Patel a piece of her mind, you figure it wasn’t getting solved tonight and finding a new place would take time. “Yeah. Okay. Send me your address.”
Jane snorts, “I sent you to buy me tampons and I haven’t even invited you over.”
“Hey, I was into those bagels you got us. And we braved the thrift store together. Moving clothes down the rack is a workout,” you comment.
“It is. Let me know when you get here.”
“K,” you nod even though she can’t see.
You hang up, googling her address quickly. Without Amelia here, and still annoyed at Zara, there was no one else you felt a strong urge to tell your apartment was flooded other than your timeline. You weren’t about to worry your mom and grandma about this. Not when they lived across the country.
Your thoughts stray to Timothee and June but you barely knew them. The night had ended with taxis home and realizing you never so much as exchanged info. Maybe he realized he didn’t want to hang out again? Maybe you were all too drunk. Either way, you doubted the universe would toss you a third bone.
People didn’t go out of their way for you like they had Amelia even in sweatpants. She just had that magnetic factor: being photogenic was the cherry on top. You had to make the effort to hang out with people and make friends.
And even then, you had a resting bitch face. Probably the reason, after being majorly depressed all of high school, that you had been such a loner.
“So,” Connor asks, unplugging his Nintendo, “what did he say?”
Evelyn looks pissed.
José answers, “it’s wednesday night. He’ll try and get someone in tomorrow but you know, try and deal with it until then.”
“Unbelievable,” Connor huffs.
Evelyn says, “yeah, I’m going to go stay with my parents. Fuck. I managed to go through a pandemic without moving back home, but this!”
“Did you ask him to pay our hotel,” Connor asks more to the point.
“I sent him pictures and he thinks its not that bad.”
“Oh fuck him.”
“It’s our own little private beach,” you deadpan, “might as well charge more for that.”
“I hate how right you are,” José says.
You look at your roommates. It had been about a year. You knew José from a comparative lit class. The amount of bullshitting you had done for those participation points!
Connor was clean.
Evelyn came in at 3 am from clubbing.
Pretty good as far as roommates go.
“I’m going to go crash at a friends.” You tell them.
As if your apartment flooding wasn’t bad enough, the MTA had announced a delay. So it was just you and your suitcase in the subway like a loser. You weren’t about to walk from Washington Heights down to East Harlem. Not with the suitcase.
In your first days in New York, when you only ever looked up, at the buildings, the skyscrapers, not blinking at the thought of taking the subway because being there to take the subway was a dream come true, back when you’d walk from your dorm to Greenwich village and always take selfie near Washington Square Arch, then you’d gotten a job. All the papers and projects had beaten you down. You were busy ghost making Amelia’s content and hating the subway with a passion.
It takes twice the amount of time it should to get to where Jenny lives. It’s a straight shot and the MTA fucks even that up.
(Your mom had called you the moment she’d seen videos of flooded subway stations.)
You're expecting Harlem but she lives on the border of Yorkville. You can’t see it, only hear the highway where cars go to park, but you know that Central Park is nearby.
It’s nice.
You look up at the buildings, brownstones, murals by street artists and storefronts full of mom and pop shops, and remember why you love the city. Like a crazy person, which doesn’t raise any eyebrows here, you do a little twirl on the sidewalk, nearing the edge so no one shoulder checks you for blocking the way.
New York City.
The big apple.
The city that never sleeps.
There was no other place like it. You’d take all the pizza rats in the world over living anywhere else. It was a love hate relationship. You hate the city, but you hate everywhere else more and take the city over fucking Texas. Or worse, a flyover state.
You had done that already.
You breathe in the shitty air, cigarettes and burnt oil from a restaurant nearby and feel content.
Jenny buzzes you up, “I’m packing his shit up. But keeping all that ikea shit.”
You laugh, “sounds about right.”
“Now I’m going to have to pay all the rent. Like half the reason to have a boyfriend is to split rent, right? And sure,” she leads the way through the building. It’s brick and old enough to not have an elevator despite being five stories tall. She’s on the fourth floor. “Kevin pays half, and he’s a dream. Does like, help center stuff from some website and keeps vampire hours,” Jenny did dress in lots of oversized textured black garments that made her vaguely look like a batman outline, or Morticia Addams grandmother. “but still! I’m back to that thousand dollar rent for the weirdest fucking apartment.”
She unlocks the door.
“Oh my god I love your windows.” They let in so much light that it didn’t feel like a shoebox you note. It's a great place. Though the living room is such a wonky shape, practically its own walk-in closet cut off from the rest of the space like it had been an afterthought. There was a cheap ikea desk, but the computer was gone.
“One day I’ll be one of those plant hoes,” she utters. “My pipes broke one winter when I was in college. Nightmare. And the landlord was so shitty, set me up in a roach infested motel.” She does a full body shiver and you fight the urge to check yourself for roaches.
“I hope it's not that bad but I’m sick of sharing a room,” you admit. “I can afford my own room.” It’s cut into your budget, less savings, more rent, but sharing a room was so college.
“Yeah, the auction house is pretty good. I mean, its just rich people’s version like an estate sale. Instead of grandma’s Sear’s dress its like vintage chanel.”
You laugh because it was so accurate. You’d handled diamonds the size of your fist. “That’s a good way to put it. Though so far all my PR work has been doing research and background checks. Is that even PR?”
“Who knows,” Jenny shrugs, “I do the repairs. Or find the specialists. There's like three clock guys in all of New York.”
“I’m surprised a ghost hasn’t followed us home.” You grin.
“Shut up. Just what I need, a freeloading roommate. No, if you haint me you’re paying rent.” She pours you a glass of cheap wine, barefoot brand. “I need to watch Gone Girl before I gone girl Preston.”
“That name’s a red flag,” you utter, “like the villain from Riverdale.”
“Totally. Hindsight is twenty twenty and I’ve always had a thing for finance bros,” she admits.
You look up thoughtfully. It hadn’t been until college when you had started to have romantic experiences of any category, and you always had the lingering doubt it was a joke on you. There wasn’t really a common denominator there. “I had a date in college make me cup noodles.” It had been bad.
Maybe he had just being trying to have sex?
You don’t know.
You just went to the bathroom and never went back.
“Oh god,” she snorts, “even the cafeteria food would’ve been better. Sneak some out in a container.”
It wasn’t a bad idea.
You hadn’t bought the meal plan. “I think I only ate there once. It felt pointless to go there when there’s so many deli’s and pizza joints on every corner.”
“Well, as long as they don’t mansplain bitcoin every time it pops up on the news. I do antique restoration! I don’t care about NFT,” Jenny points out.
You laugh. “Still not sure how that's worth anything? Can’t you just screenshot it?”
“No clue.”
“Fuck I’m not great at math or art,” you pout. Maybe you needed to work on those creative juices, go pick up a cheap set of acrylics at Michaels.
“Are you kidding? The birthday card you made me was so cute. Sure, in a corporate soulless marketing way but cute.”
Your shoulders shake from the laughter, “thanks for that. I guess I need to start my own aesthetically pleasing in a clone of that girl instagram.”
“It’s so boring!” Jenny complains. “Same-y same.”
“Maybe you're just a bitter millennial.” You comment with a wry smile.You agreed with the sentiment to a point. If they weren’t hurting anyone let them have their white walls and artfully arranged açai bowls. You would stick to whatever you found as you rushed out the door.
“Maybe,” she drinks her wine. “That could be it.”
“No. I do think there’s like overarching aesthetics for the moment. I mean, mid 2010s hipsters? 90s heroine chic and early 2000s boho?” You could go back further but you;d made your point.
“Hey, you wanna go get pizza and walk around central park,” she asks. “Before it's too cold to leave my bed.”
“Sure,” you smile brightly. You loved a good walk around a park. And Central Park was the park. Huge, it felt like going camping without the hassle. “I’d love that.”
“Ooh,” she holds up a hand, “let me go get my sketchbook. Oh and toss your things in the living room. It was Preston’s zoom room last year but who knows what it’ll be now. Putting a couch there is kind of pointless. I’ve always had my tinfoil hat theory that it’s supposed to be a bedroom or something.”
“Thanks again.”
“No worries,” she smiles.
------4----
“If weed is legal in new york,” Jenny wonders, “then where the hell do I buy it.” You had both made plans to see some sci-fi movie she was into.
Between sorting your shit out and finding a room divider, Chinatown was a godsend even if it had been really annoying to cart the brown wood divider from Chinatown to East Harlem, you hadn’t really hung out. Not properly. Work didn’t count.
The living room had been partitioned off for you. A cool 600$ instead of 500$ for just a bed. Kevin had set up a chore wheel.
“No clue. Didn’t it just become legal.” You had never bought weed before. Someone would have it at house parties and you’d take a few puffs or eat a firecracker. You had never actually bought weed.
Swiping idly through instagram, you realize you have a message.
@rhinestoneyez (tc finsta) : i nvr got ur n#
@rhinestoneyez: thank gd for insta 🥴i guess
You frown.
With a tap of your finger, you go to their profile but the picture is some blurry landscape and they don’t have their name anywhere. The account is also private. Yours was not. Small as it is.
You had nothing to hide, and rarely posted anything other than funny memes.
But your name was on your insta.
@pinksidekick: who is this🧐
@rhinestoneyez: *pic of TC*
“It did. I think only this year,” Jenny tells you, “I need to watch Dune high! It’ll be so meta.” She holds up her fingers like an Italian chef, “the spice must flow!”
You laugh, happy to see your friend happy. She had been through the wringer, going through a shitty breakup. “Can we get it delivered?”
There had to be some way to get it. People were lazy. You could get anything delivered now.
Your fingers hover over your phone. Timothee had done the work. He had found your instagram. You swallow, not sure how to feel.
He was nice and you liked talking to him. You’d had a good night with him and his friends, but you were lost as to what to do now. What to say? How to go from here.
Looking someone up on insta wasn’t unusual.
Like your therapist had said, you reason that if he dm’d you, it was because he wanted to. You didn’t need to overthink it. Occam's razor.
“Good idea,” Jenny says, leaning against the kitchen bar, “let me figure that out.”
You decide to send a friend request. Easy, low pressure.
Even though he had sent the message, you still feel your stomach churn as you wait.
You close the app and when you open it again, you can see his profile. It’s mostly random pictures and selfies, both flattering and now, a couple shots of some cool graffiti. It checked out. He checked out.
@pinksidekick: ahhh i was hoping it was june
@rhinestoneyez: heY
@pinksidekick: but ur not bad either
@rhinestoneyez: ty ty i will take what i can get
You bite your bottom lip.
Was this flirting? Or were you just being dumb.
“Okay,” Jenny tells you, “there’s a dispensary on the other side of Central park for us which would be faster than getting it delivered apparently. So let’s go! Let’s go nerds! Let’s go!”
You shake your head at her, “says the woman who doesn't know where to buy weed.”
“I took red ribbon week to heart,” she jokes.
You grab a coat but forgo a sweater in the October evening.
@rhinestoneyez: i was thinking we should meet up on purpose
@rhinestoneyez: instead of leaving it up to whether or not mars is in retrograde
@pinksidekick: idk???
@pinksidekick: ill have to see how my crystals r vibing
@rhinestoneyez: lmk
@rhinestoneyez: ill b in the city by the start of november
@pinksidekick: traveling in a panorama🤮
*insert meme*
@rhinestoneyez: put the pitchfork down
@rhinestoneyez: i have moderna
@rhinestoneyez: pfizer
@rhinestoneyez: j&j
@rhinestoneyez: astrazeneca
@pinksidekick: okie hehe 🍾 i dont have plans for november ,, and in free pretty much every weekend
Jenny grabs your elbow, “get off your phone zoomer!”
“Isn’t that why I have you?” You joke and put your phone in your huge coat pocket.
You enter the dispensary and immediately are assaulted with the smell of skunk and patchouli that you could never tell if you liked or hated.
The inside intimidates you the same way a the big Chanel or Louis Vuitton stores with bodyguards do. You felt like a five year old masquerading as an adult (exactly why 13 going on 30 spoke to your soul).
“This is going to sound very galaxy brained of me,” Jenny warns you as you both look at the various displays and apparently having a weed habit was expensive and another reason you didn’t like going clubbing. Guys were not sending you free drinks and 15$ drinks burned a hole in your wallet . “But, should we get edibles because smoking is bad.”
You laugh. “It’s weed not kale.”
“I know, but no form of smoking is great?” She firrows her thick brows, “right?”
“We live in new york. We probably have that second hand smoke thing.”
“You’re not wrong,” she tilts her head in acknowledgement. “I think I’ll get some gummies though.”
“Should I get one too,” you wonder out loud, now that you are here. “Like emergency edibles?”
“Do it! Why not?”
You both buy gummies and pop one as soon as you step out of the store.
They’re a little weird tasting, stale and wrong like those Dots candies no one wanted on Halloween.
“At this rate,” Jenny says, leading the way to the subway station. Her weird indie theater for Dune was not that far from where you lived, but too far to walk when the movie started in an hour. “It should kick in at the end of the 1984 movie and we’ll be perfect for the new one.”
“Wait what?” You ask, having agreed the moment she had explained she had two tickets because she was going to go with Preston before he cheated, so you were fuzzy on the details.
“It’s a double feature.” She explains. “First the old movie from the 80s then the new one. There’s like a break in between so we can go grab food.”
“Okay that actually sounds pretty fun,” you nod, but the best double feature-”
She holds up a hand, “don’t-”
“Is The Mummy and Mad Max Fury Road,” you offer, “They're both orange.”
“Oh so Willy Wonka fits the theme,” she rolls her eyes.
“The Gene Wilder version,” you nod. “It’s so good. The boat cave scene!”
Jenny shakes her head.
You finally arrive at the movie theater and it’s tucked into a skyscraper and again you’re hit with the realization that you live in New York City. There’s malls in skyscrapers.
There’s a giddiness to your step that might be the weed.
Jenny shows the tickets on her phone.
You see the film poster for Dune and Venom 2 still playing and you wonder if you can just sneak into Venom because that was fun. “Did you watch Venom,” you ask Jenny.
“I didn’t,” she wrinkles her nose, “I can’t with all the second hand embarrassment.”
You laugh, “the way I skip through any parts like that at home!”
Jenny grabs popcorn and you see a poster for a new movie by the dude who made The Grand Budapest Hotel which was so cute and funny. You thought you might like his other movies but Moonrise Kingdom was so boring! You smile, tilting your head, one of the actors looks like Timothee.
“Okay,” Jenny asks, nudging your shoulder as you head for the auditorium, “best seats in a movie theater. Go!”
“Middle,” you try, feeling like this was a trick question.
“I would say furthest up top,” she replies, “I just hate the ones right up in front of the screen.”
“Yeah, the first row sucks.” You can almost feel the kink in your neck at the thought.
You’re in a movie theater with two movies starring Timothee Chalamet playing and it’s not until you see his face projected in front of you that it clicks that the actor was the guy you knew: the guy you were planning on meeting.
You have no clue what happens in the movie apart from Oscar Issac being hot as you stare into space trying to digest that bit of information.
@pinksidekick: sends @rhinestoneyez his official insta ?
@rhinestoneyez: oh yea
@rhinestoneyez: so what do u do for work 🥸
----5--------
“I thought you knew,” he cries with a smile, “you just weren’t being weird about it.”
“I-okay. That’s fair,” you agree, “but I didn’t! I thought you were some model or tiktok dude.”
Timothee laughs as you too walk to an arcade
5. u and TC met up on purpose. its kinda awkward. end up going to an arcade and its good and fun and u realize hes like the closest thing to a friend uve had since u were 13.
----6-----
6. TC hits u up after like over a months silence (he was doing press) and ur like idk im busy. “doing what” “work? i have to go down into the archives of nyc main library” hes like “i can spend a day at the library” sneaks food in for u and ur like thats evil but he still feeds you a couple fries. then takes u for a bodega bagels OR dim sum.
7. TC invites u to hang w friends. ur like, my dude im going w roommate to a drag show (zara apologises and u to talk). hes like okay but then u have to compromise and come to our lunch thing tomorrow: cheese board at central park. everyone gets day drunk. TC traces figures into your side and it hits u he might actually like you!
8. for work u go to some gallery opening and look at art that makes u wonder if it even is art. and the its like over a million dollars. its about creating realionships MS PR tells u and then ur rubbing shoulders w wall street ppl who dont care. and u overheard someone saying ur kinda ugly and ugly girls r easy. *cue crying at a painting and the artist is like oh u rlly like it and u lie and say yeah thats the reason and u get invited to her studio to pose. one of TCs friends is there! (pretentious ass anton)
9. art lady’s gf is fashion designer and is like u have an old ancestor face unlike instaface. be in my lookbook and ur like, i guess? and bridges r being built. u r at some house party by collina strada that's like a rave/vendor festival. run into TC who looks ridiculous and hes like yeah i wanted to wear the dress but i ended up w my titties out. june was invited bc she did the choreography for the show.
10. u have to guide some fashion designer (daniel roseberry) through jewelry. hes like maybe i can buy some for inspo and use some for decor in the new store inside berdorfs goodman. (get sent some schiaparelli goodies) PR kinda sucks like only 50k and yr broke but u r meeting cool ppl tho most influencers r vapid. TC is like lets get a very later dinner? italian in some side alley on staten island and it's too late to go home so u end up booking a hotel room (fuck?) and ride a bicycle in the early dawn. (get papped)
11. amelia is like why didnt u tell me u were dating TC! u have a day at work and timothee calls u and is like im not saying anything and they didnt get a clear ID so they shouldnt bother u but can i come over? and he does, u make food to calm down like yeah baby nothing like making pasta ! u watch bobs burgers and u tell him about how u want to paint ur room divider and hes like u think theyll hear us if we fuck? and ur like “get ur head out of the gutter OR we’ll never know if we dont try it out?”
12. timothee makes coffee and breakfast (toast and jelly) and jennys like ??? u look like the guy from dune which he finds funny af and then reclusive roommate (kevin) tells u all to shit up. jenny heads to jersey to visit her parents for the day. u and timothee go roller skating bc its 90s night and u love vengaboys
13. u, june, and josé go to see beach bunny. u guys talk amd josé got a job running the media accounts of something super boring (a chain of family diners like four of them out in staten island and queens). junes like so… and ur all idk we have really DTR and u have feelings of like wow he does all these cool stuff and jetsets and like im from Reno and am like a floundering college grad. and junes like dont stress about it then yet. like just go w it. which josé is like hell yeah we r in our twenties time to make all the stories we will tell our pearl clutching family about next time we see them. june and u make plans to hit up a cute christmas themed bar (u invite zara).
14. u and timothee talk thanksgiving and go look at music records. ur like my taste in music comes from the movie marie antoinette. and hes like oh ud like wes anderson (ur experiences r not relatable) and then u buy takeout and go back to urs and paint ur room divider.
15. u spend xmas w evelyn in queens. text w timothee. he comes over at like midnight bc ur both in the city and u fuck.
16. december. u work from home uploading a bunch of catalogue things on the auction houses website then go ice skating w timothee. this time u get papped and they can see ur face and ppl drag u for looking sloppy but like idk ur a normal person not an influencer.
17. amelia calls u and does a mental health check on u and is like idk do u want a glow up aka getting ur clothes tailors and like ur not sure? ur also in reno watching reno 911 on youtube w ur family. u call timothee. u make nye plans. *pic of lake tahoe*
18. kevin and jenny have brought leftovers from home. kevin is from staten island (i thought staten island was full of mob bosses) “jenny that joke is so old ur mama calls it mama” jenny is doing nyes w a costuming friend (ty, gay asian fashion designer who does theater costuming) and kevin is like i cant go there its just all of u dressing like ur in crimson peak so u take kevin w u and timothee and u go clubbing w him and his friends. u dont arrive together but u r on the list (1 Oak). end up at timothee’s place.
19. u and timothee make breakfast and sleep together again and hes like im so into u its wild. and ur like haha u r sure thats not just ur dick talking and hes like no way. TDR u r dating. u put on youve got mail and hes like wow they and right after tom hanks lost everything to amazon and u two end up going to buy books at an independent store and grab lunch and read but u cant stop sneaking looks at him U R LOVESICK
20. ppl keep commenting asking about him on ur insta as u r just a working girl. it is now february. timothee brings u lunch to ur work bc he will b gone for a moment doing work and is trying to spend time w u. u have a spring trip to paris planned to c Amelia.
21. u and josé and evelyn go rush phantom of the opera and catch up. u text timothee. catch like 1 person side eying u and like ugh u dont like that at all
22. paris trip in march. use ur three words u kno in french bc u love stromae. u and amelia do cute girl shit (cafes in the day and u read and do art and then go catch parties and clubs and see maneskin and all the museums w music and go to versailles in marie antoinette inspired dresses. it hails on u and amelia who tells u about the two french guys shes seeing and her roommate melanie who works in the dior atelier.
23. timothee surprises u in paris and u spend the two days 2 have together having sex in the hotel room and only coming out for food. hes like we should go to a knicks game together and ur okay yeah. and he reads to u in bed.
POTENTIAL END
24. u and jenny do afternoon tea w her costuming friend (Ty and Hitomi) and hitomi is looking for a place to stay. jenny mentions kevin might move to SF. ur like um i would like a door ? get in line.
25. u meet timothees parents at a off broadway production. then grab dinner at gag and tollner. theyre nice nut unrelatable to u who grew up working class. like ur 99% sure ur mom has no clue who shakespeare is let alone tom stoppard or anna akhmatova. they r the type of family to go do a pottery class together and ur a latchkey kid. again, u feel the distance between the worlds u inhabit.
26. u stay at his and hes like u r melancholy whats up? and ur like i cant rn i have to rush to work. u end up seeing each other a few days later when u go to a coffee shop and do work together. he reads scripts and u copywrite. then u finally r like ugh idk ur unrelatable and its all in my head but like, im the first person in my family to go to college! i feel weird idk and theres nothing timothee can really do to fix it but as soon as u say it out loud u feel silly and hes like open to listening and all and it ends up being a fuss over nothing
27. u grab dinner w timothee and ally and her bf (some computer sci rich guy) they all talk about travelling and meanwhile u only have a week of vacation time left so like u cant really and u just sort of sit there 🤡
28. timothee goes to do work in la and invites u out but u cant rlly afford it and like ur not broke but student loan debt and rent and ur retirement fund. u talk to jenny about it and shes like idk if he offers accept? and also how u need to talk about it if u two move in together
29. u, june and amelia do fashion week and amelia complains about nepo babies and june’s like yeah my parents r rich but like low end rich and u all talk about class and privilege and amelia’s like its just annoying when i spend hours pouring over 1000s pics to find the one good shot and these rich girls post whatever just bc theyre socialites my problem isnt w ppl w talent or that the door is opened for them but they still have to do the work to actually succeed after that initial door. you feel better and then u hit an after party for a brand.
30. u get called a fame whore bc u popped up in fashion week feed and decide to put ur account on private after reading the second comment calling u ugly and how u need to shave that mustache. u and timothee and his sister grab lunch then go bowling.
31. zara invites u to go kayaking. she brings two of her friends and u get soaked we and gross but its fun and free.
32. kevin moves out. Hitomi moves in. you and timothee spend the week together before he leaves to go film dune 2 and hes like u have to visit me.
33. u interview for other jobs (madewell marketing, spotify marketing) u see one for goldman sachs but it seems soul sucking. manager positions seem too professional for your meager year of experience. u end up at lifebowl (dumb salad chain for office workers) doing digital marketing.
34. before new job starts, u go visit timothee on set. havent seen him in over two months, fuck. meet zendaya and all these stars and u tease him (ur lucky oscar issac isnt here) and he shows u around a bit but u two cant keep ur hands off each other. timothees like i want to spend every moment together and u laugh and ur like im such a dick when i wake up tho. hes like well im an early riser. and u complain about how he leaves clothes all over the floor and dishes in the sink at night and hes like move in w me and i wont leave any dishes in the sink. u laugh and hes like no im serious. or we can find a place u like he looks away nervous even tho ur naked together (his cum is on ur tits) and ur like when u get back and i get settled into my new job we can figure out but yeah id loved to move in w u
35. new job. jenny goes to work at christies ny. u go to get trini food and she admits shes looking for a new place that doesnt have memories of her ex. u and her rent a place in the hamptons from airbnb w evelyn and Ty.
someone takes pics of u guys at the beach and evelyns like yeah ur on pinterest under boho chic ?? ur like wtf thats just me in sweats
amelias texts u and is like lol at my gremlin friend unwittingly becoming a girl on the moodboards
36. u zara, june, anton and jakob hang out. u go bar hopping and end the night doing karaoke.
37. u, jenny and Ty go apple picking. jenny found a new place. shes moving in w Evelyn. u make apple pie and watch over the garden wall while drinking hard cider. (early september)
38. timothee comes back and hes like here for two weeks before doing another project and u two try and find a place together. u fail bc of the small window of time and hes like okay new plan face time me and u figure it out?
39. ur soul hurts bc all the places he likes r like 5k. and hes like okay lets do the math. break down our contribution in percentage. and u finally find a place.
40. u go visit him in LA where preproduction is happening. u two take a day to go visit ur family which leaves u Sick of airports.
41. u and timothee hang out in ur new place. c all the boxes and immedietly decide having sex is better than unpacking.
END
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Baekhyun Doms You: Ending Up Laughing
↳⎡NOTE.⎦thought this’d be an interesting concept & a different side to smut: what if you try things out and it’s both not your thing? w/ a humorous twist and subby bf moments sprinkled in 😄
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+ tags ⚠️ pwp hc, bondage, throatfucking, graphic, cum play, unsafe/clumsy practice: do not recreate, degradation, biting, masochist bbh, domme!reader switches unsuccessfully, whips, hair-pulling
imagine that. a wide-eyed baekhyun pacing and tiptoeing in front of your toy shelf, trying to pick a riding crop he fancies. it takes five minutes and several ‘uhh, ohh’ confused puppy noises until he’s able to decide which one he’s taking.
...literally even if he knows exactly which one does what. you’ve used all of them on him.
meanwhile, you take three seconds flat to pull out one that fits your mood and proceed to edge the living shit out of him. yes, without literal further ado. teasing his dick and marking his thighs and doing all kinds of delicious things.
he’s still going back and forth in his head without having even started out. cutely tapping and swaying from one foot to the other.
it’s like he’s back to school. priceless.
what’s even more hilarious: baekhyun practices random mean facial expressions while trying to decide. he doesn’t seem to be sure what character he’s going for. it feels like he’s rehearsing for a concert or photoshoot, even. absolutely fascinating to watch.
i mean he’s absolutely photogenic no doubt about that but
you’re sitting on the bed waiting naked like okay is this gonna be william shakespeare deluxe or what is kyoong channelling over there
“um... i think i got it! this one, okay? i’m ready!”
finally he walks over, strutting with his nose in the air and his eyes glaring, muscles tense, a mysterious bad boy charm about him, whip ready to sting, lips tight and punitive...
....and hits his pinky toe on the bed
oh the pain
great master baekhyun flops headfirst into the sheets processing the existential cruelty of bedpost pinewood and needs head pats to recover
lots of head pats
at least twenty of them
so many head pats
more time passes until kyoong is back in character i guess
you probably could have listened to exo’s whole discography in the meantime
and knitted a rug for taemin’s new flat
anyway
baekhyun tries to act very confidently finally getting into it
adopting a sharp ‘hmph’ kind of tone
endlessly teasing your back and thighs with the riding crop
so far so good sir pinky toe
but he just goes on and on
you could actually crochet a pair of socks for chen’s daughter now that you think about it
it’s you who has to tell him to get to the point and it’s clear he’s more nervous than he pretends to show
to be fair he’s not the only one
you try to get yourself mentally ready but you find yourself giving him actual orders and even correcting his stance five times cuz he’s so wobbly on the mattress like a pupper indeed
baekhyun mumbles to himself and has a hard time fully implementing the advice on posture but tries to aim well regardless. it seems to work at first
but tragically
he ends up with a miss, hitting his own thigh rather than your ass and moans out loud
now you’re the one confused because you were waiting for the whip to come down
but nope it went elsewhere did it
you wonder how he managed to do all that furious fencing in the obsession mv with an aim like that
looks like he’s so submissive, he straight up whips himself
taking matters into his own hands is he. subs these days.
baekhyun keeps on being wobbly on the bed and looks like he ran a marathon already
may i remind you that this guy does 3-hour long concerts and can practice throughout an entire night
... you both agree to immediately scratch that completely after his next flailing strike sends the riding crop flying into his unsuspecting, non-consenting plushie collection
animal cruelty
moving on
you figure that a change of location might be a good idea
baekhyun sits you down on a chair and bashfully stores away the yeeted whip
he vows to never use a riding crop again already and his teddy bears are thankful for it
now the whole plushie village and whole china knows how you don’t do it
next up is rope
what could possibly go wrong
he practiced wrist bondage on his own ankles for five days straight, you really prepared a lot of things to test out together today
and he’s seen you tie him up over and over and over
but whatever it is that he manages to install on your arms
looks like a piece of very experimental modern art that just sold for half a million at sotheby’s
what’s supposed to be a column tie is nothing but a mere... ball
chaotic like baekhyun’s personality. not surprising at all
wait that rhymed
anyhow
even alexander the great couldn’t have cut this gordian knot of a tangly masterpiece
ironically: while baekhyun’s roughly grabbing your chin for an intense kiss... the rope casually falls apart harder than the soviet union in 1991 my loves, you ain’t ready
baekhyun takes ages to notice while he’s teasing and kissing you and ends up sweating bullets when he realizes that the sublime art fell to pieces.
sorry comrade
the fantasy knots and artistic freedom increases even more when it comes to putting a collar and leash on you
and his guy is supposed to be a dog owner? mongryong, instruct your man
baekhyun is a flustered mess trying to fasten it on you even if he tries very hard to be concentrated
maybe it’s because you’re watching him with literal hawk eyes checking every move (...hoping he learned something from you oh my). you’re not really melting into your role either, huh. the only thing melting is your pussy because baekhyun is acting so embarrassed which is the actual turn-on
if that doesn’t give you away
the leash comes off in two minutes time after baekhyun miraculously ties his own hands together with it
how the fuck did that happen
how do you even manage to do that
eager are we
after whipping his own thigh, self-domination 2.0 i guess
so whipping and bondage are off the programme
this has been the most chaotic and hazardous attempt at topping in the history of sm entertainment
and they’re literally called s and m
...humiliation is next
when you planned your session you both figured hey he’s tested and tried by exo’s lively debate culture and he might be able to pull that off
and there are no props involved so he’ll have an easy time right
life is an illusion
you find out he can’t pronounce degrading names clearly because he keeps on stuttering them. which in return makes baekhyun crack up.
carrying on the joke, you correct him every time.
“i want you to repeat after me: stupid, slutty, bitch.”
it ends up as you doing what you always do
teaching and training him while baekhyun either shyly or brattily obliges. you don’t even notice how you’re doing it but from the outside, it’s blatantly obvious.
because your brain is still feeling in domme mode, you also find yourself saying the usual things to him without thinking, even when he grabs you and gives orders. “now bend over! i’m gonna fuck your brains out.” — “okay, cutie!”
which causes baekhyun’s mean face to collapse and he snap out of his command tone immediately, snorting because it’s the last thing he expected
he tries to carry on by punishing you with an actual mouth gag and a harness he can hold onto while fucking you from behind, i mean your pussy is already wet why not
guess what’s gonna ensue
wearing a harness feels kind of strange and new so you wiggle back and forth and all over the place. like what is this, what’s happening. baekhyun’s dick is going into all kinds of directions my friends, the amusement park carousel surely inspired this fucking style right here.
and wearing a gag — there’s a way different person who needs to have this in his chatty mouth.
kai and kyungsoo’s dream would come true and yet you’re the one gagged
something ain’t right
if you’re honest. you’re feeling so weird being on the other end of punishment tonight and not being able to give him any directions. your dom brain is worrying he’s all left to his own devices trying to drive that confused dick home left and right and above and below and diagonal and crosswise.
the fuck
your poor guts my god
what’s worse: his stamina is gonna sneak up behind him and tap on his shoulder like... bro that’s enough pounding for a whole month please spare these balls from deflating please do not break this device
to which your pussy agrees in unison
how are you gonna love your bub day in day out if you’re that sore
there’s nothing more frustrating than being sore and horny with byun baekhyun at your disposal
or a knocked out boyfriend trying to generate at least a sprinkle of semen after getting completely emptied in one go
probably sleeping for three days straight
alright so the harness and gag come off fast oh dear baekhyun clears those away in a heartbeat
that’s another point off the list
the more you know
carousel cringe dicking down type of dominance... bizarre, disorderly, totally erratic, not on the agenda, worst rated on bing
comrade baekhyun keeps on apologizing for making things so messy even if he tries and tries
you’re both so puzzled because you’re used to something so different and need a water chugging pause
baekhyun hasn’t sweated this hard since doing the MAMA choreography
and your pussy has never had to provide this much lubrication at once
where on earth is both of your usual stamina what happened
if a type of sex exhausts you fast and even baekhyun’s balls are suddenly moody you just know you’re wired in the opposite way
safe to say you’re better at giving and baekhyun is better at taking
leave the multidirectional powerfucking to kai or something
and being orderly to xiumin
another rug could have been knitted my friends
moving on dot org
so, you both figure to take it easier and try to go with something he usually does in passing. you know, turning a typical baekhyun habit into something you can try out casually in bed so he can tease you.
that one should work out right?
proceed: teeth action. you seated, him positioning himself above you. after your approval baekhyun pulls your hair back to expose your neck — so he can deliciously bite into it (or so was the plan).
reality: his hand gets tangled up completely.
while he’s busy nibbling and giggling about like a lil’ bunny chomping at a carrot that turns out to be extremely ticklish herself.
in fact, you start squeaking out a wonky high pitch, startling baekhyun’s fine musical ear to the bone by the obvious atonality. did she just try to outsing my vocal range with a creaking whistle note?
mariah carey would cancel you on twitter over this one
that’s how you turn a vicious, possessive bite into an eternal meme
every time either of you go for a neck kiss, you end up imitating each other. baekhyun has immortalized himself as a nervous chomping bunny and you as the vocalist anti-christ
lord have mercy
you miss your old sex life already and it’s only been two hours
cause you see... if baekhyun gives you the chance to bite him? he needs a set of long sleeves, scarves, and an extra soft pillow to sit down on for the next two days
like, no mercy bitch
you get right down to business and ravage him and do it properly until he cums in his pants
sure, the way he uses his tongue now is definitely kinda hot mind you
baekhyun is always good with his singing equipment that doesn’t suddenly change aye
and you keep your eyes closed
but with time you notice that he starts drooling and whimpering. baekhyun’s wet mouth is out there betraying him, huh.
same with your body. your reactions give you away, body language just won’t lie. you have a damn hard time staying still. you wanna do something, you wanna touch and guide baekhyun all over.
and vice versa baekhyun keeps on glitching and doing the same thing he really became a living tumblr gif now
this whole session is just so confusing and laced with all these moments of awkwardness it’s really telling you something about yourself and mister pinky toe’s ideal dynamic
baekhyun can’t even get himself to even lightly slap you properly. and when he does, his delicate hands are just so cute. it’s as if legolas came along, scented in jasmine, elegant and fabulous like it’s a l’oreal commercial
he immediately looks concerned after he manages to do it cleanly and you admit it wasn’t really that exciting a feeling yourself. it felt more like, “um ouch, and?”
needless to say, you’re weirded out if anything, baekhyun smacking and dragging you around as a cold-as-ice dom is just a strange thing to do for both of you
like even exo’s wolf era fashion was more coherent than this carrot fuckery
and those were some of the most intense turtlenecks ever
is there really nothing dominant baekhyun can pull off. come on he’s the genius idol
actually
there’s something that does work out for once
because no rule without exceptions indeed
because hey, you can learn something anyway, it’s the whole point of you going through a list of things to try as a couple
baekhyun is good at doing the more hardcore, faster kind of fingering. who would have thought, totally surprising, revolutionary i know. but that’s where you’re both agreeing hey, there’s some untapped potential you can use for the steamier evenings you have going.
cuz wow, he can get you off with flying colors.
...only to succumb to a malfunctioning bobohu wrist
even baekhyun’s boner for your legs in latex isn’t that stiff
it’s another pause until his hand loosens up again
this poor man just can’t win
and if you’re asking oi hard domming isn’t the only thing you can do
baekhyun trying to summon his inner soft dom: surprise, same old tale. here we go again.
your boyfriend thinks he generally looks way too puppy-like to be your big ole buff daddy taking care of you. oversized sweater, fluffy hair and all.
you say to him well, it’s not that doms can’t wear casual things. but it’s true that you have to feel your role and find yourself believable. regardless of your looks, in fact.
unless your partner really enjoys you dressing up as some kind of dominant hyper-archetype? looking the part is relatively unimportant if you’re absolutely made for dominance you say
pretty eye-opening moment for him
in your roleplay, he caresses and kisses you to the point, he can approach and lead you to do this or that position, don’t be mistaken. and he’s good at making presents, he’s indulging you perfectly well and actually likes doing it. but... it still ends up being more vanilla than not a few hours in. the d/s is out the door almost automatically the longer you do it.
at the end, it leaves you with a feeling of “but err, what now? give the maid outfit to charity?”
baekhyun rubs his neck in search for something else to do, both of you staring at each other with expressions blanker than kyungsoo when a prancing chanyeol is acting up.
how did the quote go again. if you scramble for inspiration, let it be?
it’s exactly that situation when baekhyun soft doms. he can hold you tight and do his thing for a while, but the chemistry of your roles is dwindling into a question mark.
in fact. there’s an uneasy silence as if great mother suho was sitting right beside you critiquing baekhyun’s sugar daddy skills
baekhyun is rich like a motherfucker and can’t even call you ‘my innocent lil’ baby girl’ without looking like he just learned a first grade tonguetwister by heart
you did play your parts with less cracking up, but you clearly tell him that there’s still something strangely clueless and “ah, awkward” (baekhyun’s verdict in response, verbatim) in between the two of you.
when you take care of baekhyun and tuck him in, you hardly run out of ideas. it just goes on and on. even when you played through an entire scene, you both come up with things to extend the scenario because it’s so much fun. you make him a hot chocolate, massage his feet, brush his hair, do some extra light bondage with a silk ribbon around his ankles to make him feel pretty, feed him pizza, have him cuddle up in your lap, pinch his ass, and do some rimming if he’s feeling a bit hornier.
the spoiling is nice at the start, but there’s something missing. you want to lead his hands and really treat him, and do it all the time, and baekhyun really finds himself craving it as well.
baekhyun soft domming quickly turns into — well just normal loving makeouts and gestures. you kiss and touch, there’s nothing hierarchical about it, nothing mega juicy or exciting.
you just don’t get into the groove, you know. there’s nothing particular happening if you try to get into those roles. it doesn’t titillate both of you for an extended period of time, it doesn’t make you curious for more. it’s like... shrug. what about it.
when you usually dominate, you know something hits home when you think about it all day. baekhyun screaming and crying with his legs twitching pops up whenever you close your freaking eyes goddamn.
you make a note to observe whether you’re going about your daily business thinking about how you could be his innocent good girl. following his every whim, making big eyes at him or something.
result: more shaky, ruined baekhyun moaning his soul out in the highest of notes and leaking cum everywhere from getting choked and his face sat on.
daddy baekhyun has simply not crossed your mind. in fact, poor guy no chance to fit in there from the get-go. his particularly whorish, extra subby counterpart is all over your brain cells with his tongue out. and you’re very tempted to grab it between your thumb and index and spit in his mouth for some very good measure. maybe cum in it as well.
um. so there’s that. the more you know.
baekhyun figures as much himself and you try the other side of the equation. oh, oh. here comes hard dom baekhyun.
who gets you on your knees and starts a wild deepthroat session while calling you names. that’s all well and good... nope. your gag reflex decides to yeet some weird coughing facial expressions and reflex cock bites at poor baekhyun who doesn’t know what’s happening. to finish him off completely, you sneeze while having a hiccup and his dick slips out.
... you both safeword at the same time.
that cleanup has scarred you both for life. what the everloving fuck. no more impulse throatfucking in this pure christian household, then.
you’ll stick to lazy, twirling, indulgent blowjobs and the usual ruined orgasms for him — the actually planned ones, jesus christ.
like seriously. you invented a whole new language with those confused gargling noises and that wasn’t french, it was advanced level klingon. baekhyun repeats asking if you’re okay and you’re still stuck realizing oh hell, that was not pretty. off the bucket list, you like sucking him off but this style just doesn’t come natural to you.
the popsicles you could train yourself with are usually gone from the freezer within a day after getting the groceries. baekhyun is wholeheartedly addicted to them.
he loves cheating on his diet since you told him his fully cheeks are your emotional support squish and kiss pillows, so.
baekhyun rightfully insists he’s better at eating pussy the wild way in the first place — and that you have no business choking on his dick like you’re on hot ones eating the world’s spiciest whatever is trending now.
or actually... baekhyun’s dick can’t be compared to a chili pepper if we’re doing a choking analogy alright. that just doesn’t fit his promotion concept. cinnamon stick is more like it.
ever saw one of these terrible cinnamon spoon videos where reckless people try to defeat god by— anyway, you’ve seen them. that’s how you looked like trying to get your mouth fucked. i think god would actually be defeated by how far away from divine elegance that was and you’re so sorry for subjecting baekhyun to this artless display.
cinnamon is still best used in small doses. say, for garnishing a creamy cake or pie y’know.
anyway. you dished up the most butchered attempt at sexy gagging in history and so, baekhyun will preach for days how he’s the one chosen by fate to push down seven big fat inches of your strap still half asleep without even blinking.
... and that his world-class operatic breath control would probably enable him to bury his face in your pussy on mount everest. baekhyun knows that every domme would sell her soul to get a sub as skilled with breathing as him.
...and that he has the official copyright for giving quality slobbery oral with quality smudged tears. as he will demonstrate to you almost daily from then on. king of messy head and going stupid with the tongue acrobatics. ugh, the noises are amazing, too. give him a grammy for his oral sounds.
gotta leave the heavy-duty work to the experts innit.
at dinner, he also poutingly brags how he can make his spit run out of his nose while he’s sucking himself through your entire dildo collection. and blow spit bubbles. and snort his own semen off his thighs and let it drop off his tongue if he’s in a particularly slutty mood. or a creampie. jeez, baekhyun, the wolf of wallstreet is strong in him. you literally have to stop him from showing off because “hey boy, i already know! i’ve seen it last week bro it was good!”
needless to say he’s talking in essays all day because he wants things go back to normal and he doesn’t have to ask twice.
for real, your candy man with the cinnamon stick has been suffering from the love bites and has to retire his cock for two days from the bruising.
mind you. the pain he can deal with. that ain’t the problem. by all means, man. he’s a fucking masochist.
it’s actually more like... submissive you has deactivated his boner and he can’t help it. it’s not you that makes him limp, it’s more like, the klingon choking and the ton of mishaps that just don’t sit right.
baekhyun feels bad about not doing well enough to make both of you have a good time as well which is lowkey heartbreaking. you have to cheer him up with ‘now repeat after me: stupid, slutty bitch’ jokes to make him chuckle at least a bit.
cuz you gotta understand, baekhyun is very ambitious to develop his talents in all areas of life. if there’s a skill he gets stuck with and he can’t work with his potential, that’s so unusual to him.
and you say man, imagine if you were some kind of uber-talented dom. that’d still not make me sneeze any less.
if you dominate him, it feels easy to do. nothing can really ruin the mood, not even when the lube runs out (baekhyun drools enough to make anything slippery okay).
except maybe when xiumin rings on landline because he left his favorite fluffy sweater in the subway and needs to vent about it. my god that’s such a tear-jerking story i’m close to sobbing. this shit could kill literally any boner.
or when your hand cramps up after shoving your fingers down his throat and in his ass for like half an hour which should be ranked first as the saddest anime betrayal of all time but it’s justifiable and you had a lot of fun beforehand.
in other words. only the things outside of your control tend to mess with your femdom business. in and of itself, nothing can kill your vibe except a dying battery obviously.
whereas you trying submission oddly spoils the atmosphere from the inside out and provides a free cringe compilation. like without even doing much, it happens automatically.
baekhyun relishes in dramatically recounting how you both looked like true clowns attempting a rendition of overexpensive, extra tangly contemporary art bondage. hell, not even employed clowns, completely retired ones, struggling to regain their tightrope tricks from summer 1912 when harry houdini was still hot shit in town.
you say oh god, that wasn’t even worth a retired clown’s skillset, clowns work damn hard man. you’d be hardpressed to find any circus artist capable of cracking a whip onto themselves baekhyun-style and moaning out loud because it was this good. seriously. that was one for the books.
if baekhyun tried to set foot in some willy-nilly maledom porn, he’d be capable of firing himself on the first day.
at the end, you just have a good laugh, man. you agree — hey, this ain’t it, but it’s good to know at least. tried and tested, been there, done that. self-whipping and carrot-nibbling and blowjob hiccups.
if you’re both so hopeless and living up to the challenge managed to upset poor mariah carey instead of giving you a hot and steamy time, you very well know where you belong. that’s a good feeling. assuring and a confidence boost for your skills. it makes up for all the clumsiness actually.
exactly because the try-out part was an entire disaster, domming baekhyun will be even more fun, you can’t see it becoming anywhere near boring. it never really was, but now you know where your strong suits are even more so. and — what to avoid, anyway.
no more unsafe practice and teddy whipping under this roof my friend
and something to incorporate more often which is baekhyun unleashing his very creative, pianoesque fingering skills on you.
you have lots of anecdotes to rile each other up as well. or, at least, tease another a bit. your high note was too legendary not to be remembered.
baekhyun will use all of these things against you in a positive way if you get what i mean. he’ll say how you being so strangely vocal made him realize just how commanding and compelling your sexy time voice is when you tell him how to kneel, how to kiss, how to revere.
and you teasing him how clumsy a dom he is makes baekhyun more self-assured in his subbing abilities. he knows for a fact you’ve not once roasted him about how well he can use his pretty mouth. cuz it’s the real deal. sloppy, skilled, and eager to please. he’s damn right about that.
hitting his toes has ruined baekhyun’s whole career as a dom and he was mad at first but he did realize that beside the clumsiness, subbing just suits him well as a principle
your experience gives you even more anticipation for all the sex you will have in the future.
you already knew what you both liked. you know it even more now, it’s underlined, it’s a big relieved yes. no more cringey “daddy, daddy, choke me please!” worship. time to make his day and sit on baekhyun’s perfect face to fuck the shit out of it.
or you know, actually land a whip on his juicy boyfriend thighs and listen to those heavenly loud reactions in a dead-on pitch (he usually moans in C minor).
long story short and cinnamon sticks aside. it’s even more fun now. you just love your cute subby boy just as he is. he doesn’t have to try to be anything else or step up his game. he’s so ideal just doing what he does like a real angel.
more subby stuff: m.list + ao3
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High school Sunny enthusiast here! Would you mind sharing a couple more headcanons about it? I’m so glad you’ll be able to teach again this fall, you totally deserve to develop your passion at full potential 👏🏻
Am I showing up after forever of being gone? Yeahhhhh Sorry y’all got the brain sads lol but!! I’m back w one of my favorite little universes! I actually had a meeting for our teacher prep program on Thursday which is so exciting!! We’re being assigned our working teachers sometime this month which is insane to me.....Anyway today I’m gonna clean and write!! Take some headcanons nonnie you helped to make me feel inspired again!
This ended up being more Sunny and his Mom than Sunny and high school, but it gets there!! So Sunny’s mom used to make him and Mari bag lunches almost every day. The only day she didn’t was on Fridays, because those were pizza days, and she knew pizza was Sunny’s favorite
She made their lunches the night before and they sat on the back right corner of the fridge. She liked to keep it pretty standard- usually a sandwich (or leftovers from their dinner), a snack, a piece of fruit, and some sort of dessert. Sunny used to sit at the kitchen counter and watch her make their lunches right before he went to bed.
It was one of the special things that was him and his mom. He got to choose what they had for a snack, what piece of fruit the two of them had, even what went in their sandwiches. He was the one that chose Caprisun or water bottle. He got to help his mom write a little note for Mari to read on a sticky note when she ate her food the next day at school.
It started as a practical thing (Sunny was such a picky eater, it was best that he decided what they ate so he would actually eat his food) but then it was just their tradition
Sunny was never talkative per say, but during this routine of theirs Sunny’s mom could ask him about his day or his friends, and Sunny would do more than nod or shake his head.
After Mari died, after her husband left, they didn’t need bag lunches anymore. Sunny didn’t go to school, and Mari couldn’t. Sunny wouldn’t speak, not even his infuriatingly endearing head nods and shakes. He just slept. All day long.
But after they move, after those last three days where she left him alone, something changes. At first his mother is furious with herself. She left him alone and he ended up in the hospital, how could she do that? How could she do that to her last living baby? But Sunny is changed, and not in the bad way. He’s getting up, he’s going out, he’s even seeing his friends.
She had been treating him like her baby again. She had thought that’s what he needed. He needed someone to cuddle him close and tell him he was loved. He had needed someone to make excuses, to let him sleep and process. He had needed to be in the house where he was safe and not out in the world where he could get hurt. He needed his mommy
But....maybe that had been what she needed.
Admitting you got it wrong as a parent is not easy. It gets swallowed down like medicine and lemon rinds. It bubbles in the stomach and leaves you nauseous and unsettled. But seeing her son growing in front of her, seeing the shell she had left him in beginning to crumble shows her that yes. She did get it wrong. She had let them both stagnate.
When he tells her he wants to go back to school, she cries. She cries a lot. He is clearly very uncomfortable, but Sunny’s mother holds him tightly and cries. She calls the local high school that day and tries to explain their situation. Sunny had been doing some online classes over the last four years, but his grades were abysmal, and his mother is pretty sure he hadn’t learned a thing.
The school agrees to take on Sunny, but they put him in a grade below his own. He will graduate a year late, but he will for sure graduate. That they promise her. His last school just let him fall by the wayside. This school is already planning out special practices just for him. Sunny’s mother settles the fear in her. Her boy will be looked after this time.
They are worried about his socialization and ask if there’s any hobbies he has. She can only think of blank stares and sleeping, but she tries to remember the quiet sweet boy her son used to be. She remembers endless sketchbooks and colored pencils, and the oh so perfect melody of her children together. On a whim she enrolls him in Orchestra and Art with assurances that if he doesn’t like them he can switch them out.
The night before his first day of school, she walks into the kitchen and beckons him to follow her. They don’t have a bar counter space for him to sit at anymore, but Sunny hops up next to the fridge. Normally she would scold him for doing this, but she just asks what kind of fruit he wants.
He tells her peaches, and she carefully carves them into perfect slices the way her mother used to do for her. She and Sunny begin their traditions once more.
Sunny goes back to school and it is not easy. She doesn’t make it easy. Not on him, not on his teachers, and not on the administration. She calls at least three times a week, telling them that it’s too much. They tell her to back off, to let him stumble. It’s terrifying to do that. It’s worse than any fear to let her child fall and hurt himself. But she does. She does because she’s seen the changes since she left him alone those days in the beginning of the summer.
One full semester is what the administration asks of her. Just two quarters for him to find his footing without her influence. They will reconvene over winter break to make adjustments, but she needs to let him fail if that’s what’s going to happen. He needs a mother, not a mommy. They don’t know the knife they’ve twisted when they say those words, but that knife is exactly what she needed. She agrees.
Sunny struggles to adjust but he does. His failed tests and missed classes slowly disappear one by one. He brings home a practice violin she did not buy from him, and he plays when he thinks she’s asleep. It’s quiet and unsure, but the music is there.
He invites her to his concert. She does not hug him and cry again, even though she wants to. He isn’t a baby, he doesn’t need her to fawn over him. She agrees to come, and secretly begins to covert with Kel’s mother.
She waits outside Sunny’s school for them all to arrive. Hero has come home from college for a long weekend for this. She greets each of them with a firm hug, something she hasn’t done in years. Even Basil, although he seems slightly terrified of her. They sit together in the audience and watch Sunny perform.
She cries as she watches him. She doesn’t recognize this boy. This is not her baby, not the same child she loved and then lost alongside his sister. He’s changed, someone new is on that stage performing, someone for her to discover and love.
She had been so afraid of this, so scared for that change, so sure it would only end in another dead child. Now there’s a teenager, not a child in front of her. He’s not so tall and not so strong, but he is alive and real right in front of her, and she is growing.
She can finally start to let herself be his mother.
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GRYLES!!!
Rebuilding the Gryles Timeline expertly crafted here because I’m always afraid of broken links and people going private and losing data.
Not only is there a ton of great evidence that these guys were dating such as Harry leaving Nick’s place in the morning wearing the same clothes as he’d worn the night before, I’ve also got a friend who works in the UK music industry and she did tell me these guys did date. Nick is 100% out as gay so it really does all add up.
Gryles very obviously takes place during Haylor, debunking Harry as the 1989 muse, and if it’s not Harry you do have to wonder... who with green eyes and an obsession with Alice and Wonderland was heavily featured in Taylor’s life and then disappeared before 1989 - a breakup album about someone with green eyes who seems to relate to Alice in Wonderland drops?
You get it.
Anyway here’s Gryles:
This is a little game I like to call "let's talk about Nick/Harry dates and how they line up with Harry leaving and entering the country".
06. February 5th 2012 - Harry and Nick go to a Super Bowl party together.
One Direction in Sweden February 12th - 14th. (Came home by train on the 14th.)
07. February 14, 2012 - VALENTINE'S DAY!
08. February 18, 2012 - Stella McCartney Fashion show with Nick's mom.
09. February 21, 2012 - Brit Awards!
10. February 22, 2012 - They attend a party together. (Nick might have been DJing?)
11. February 23, 2012 - Harry spotted leaving Nick Grimshaw's flat in the same outfit he was wearing the night before.
The morning of February 23rd One Direction flies to the US for their tour and doesn't return to the UK until April 24th, 2012.
This trip is supposedly where Haylor 1.0 happens. Harry supposedly meets Taylor at the KCA’s on March 31 and they fall for one another. Taylor supposedly goes to NYC to be with Harry (even though she spends the whole time with Dianna) during the first week of April. Then they supposedly enter into a long distance relationship that is broken up because Harry was seen out with another girl.
All the while the last thing Harry does before he leaves the UK is spend the night with Nick and then the first thing he does is goes back to him.
Yeah, I’m not buying Haylor 1.0 it seems pretty clear to me that Taylor wanted to pin I Knew You Were Trouble on Harry as a big pop anthem to support her transition to pop. I think it’s even possible they faked Harry being spotted out with that girl or perhaps he and Nick had some kind of agreement. I’m not saying Gryles was always exclusive (they may have been), but regardless I don’t see Red era Taylor being cool enough to share her boyfriend with a man.
12. April 25, 2012 - Nick and Harry out together the morning after he returned.
Harry also calls into Nick's radio show on the 25th and confirms that the first thing he did upon returning on the 24th was meet up with Nick and Matt Fincham for drinks so one can theorize he probably crashed w/ Nick that night.
Harry goes to LA by himself on May 1st and returns to the UK on the 5th.
May 5th, 2012 - Harry out with Annie Mac and Nick. (Thanks to my anon for clueing me into this little gem of information.)
13. May 7th, 2012 - Harry and Nick out with friends
One Direction goes to Sweden from May 10th to May 16th.
14. May 17, 2012 - The Sun reports Harry driving Nick to work.
Also out shopping together
15. May 19, 2012 - Nick posts a picture to his instragram from the Kanye West/Jay Z show at the O2.
Who cares right? So he went to see a show. But then.
Hey guess what happened the very next day? One Direction flew to Boston on May 20th, 2012 to start their summer tour in the U.S. They're gone from the 20th to July 3rd.
16. July 5, 2012 - Nick and Harry attend the launch of Tinie Tempah's shoes line.
There's some downtime and vacation time here where Harry disappears for a week while Louis is France w/ Eleanor, Niall goes to Spain, Liam and Danielle are on vacation, etc and then One Direction goes back to work July 11th recording and doing photo shoots.
17. July 19, 2012 - Harry goes out with Nick and Aimee and tweets this.
18. August 10, 2012 - Harry attends Nick's 28th birthday party at La Bodega Negra.
Pregaming before the party!
Outside La Bodega Negra
19. August 11, 2012 - Primrose Hill picnic
20. August 20, 2012 - One Direction visit Nick at BBCR1 to announce their headlining of the BBC Radio 1 Teen Choice Awards.
21. August 25, 2012 -
Nick and Harry go to lunch. (Would also like to point out that they are switching places and that Harry is going to the driver's side of Nick's car :333)
and then to Reading Festival
then Nick accompanies Harry to Liam's party at Funky Buddha
and then they leave together and go see Rita Ora at G.A.Y.
22. August 26, 2012 - The morning after, Nick tweets a shot of his hangover breakfast from Harry's Range Rover (Nick owns a Mercedes).
then a lunch date with several people
They spend this entire day together and this is the day the pics of them in the grocery store are taken where Nick buys Harry a banana, etc
and then Harry drops Nick off for his nighttime show and picks him up again to take him to/stay with him while Nick DJs at Wonderland nightclub.
(Although, lbr. Given what we learn from Nick's final nighttime show about how often Harry hung around the studio, he probably never left.)
Wonderland! (the only time that fucking song has any bearing on Harry and he’s off being a MLM king)
23. August 28, 2012 - Leaving Nick's flat
spotted in the studio w/ Nick at BBCR1
24. August 30, 2012 - Harry films the Breakfast Show advert for Nick's #Team Grimmy commercial and then they go to Mahiki Club that night.
25. August 31, 2012 - Harry goes with Nick to his DJ gig at Paradise
and then to karaoke afterward
The lo and behold One Direction flies to Florida the very next day to film their Pepsi commercial. They're gone until September 11th.
on September 6, 2012 Taylor has Sushi with Ed and Harry in LA supposedly signaling the start of Haylor 2.0 as if Harry is not fully boyfriends with Nick.
26. September 12, 2012 - Nick's final nighttime show. (this was a gif of them being cute and playing around but I was too lazy to bring it over, you get it they’re touchy, flirty, and playful):
Nick and Aimee go on vacation together from the 14th to the 18th.
27. September 18, 2012 - This dude says he spotted Harry Styles waiting in arrivals at the airport while waiting for his sister's flight to arrive insinuating perhaps Harry was traveling with Nick and Aimee:
28. September 20, 2012 - iTunes Festival where One Direction was interviewed by Nick and Annie Mac
29. Harry calls into Nick's first Breakfast Show on September 25, 2012. Then they meet up after to see Perks of Being a Wallflower together. I can't find the tweets from the ladies who saw them there, but Nick and Emma Watson confirm later that Harry was indeed there.
30. September 29, 2012 - Spotted at Waitrose together and then the following morning Nick regales his listeners with the tale of a Spinach pie he made for a ~friend~.
31. October 5th (or 6th?), 2012 - Preparation for Ladz FM
But also on October 5th, Taylor is on Nick’s show:
32. October 6, 2012 - Ladz FM
Supposedly on this show Nick gives Harry hell for Taylor, the Haylor timeline I like puts it this way:
“One Direction and Harry make an appearance on Nick’s show the following day, and they talk about Taylor on-air for 4 minutes straight. Nick teases Harry by saying “Ol’ Swiftyyyy” over and over again when she is brought up in the conversation.”
Yup that’s right, Nick was giving his own boyfriend shit about his fake girlfriend 😭😭😭 this is why I fuck w Nick’s energy.
then they went for lunch in notting hill (no Taylor? why not Harry aren’t you so happy to be back with her and in love w her?)
33. October 7, 2012 - BBC Teen Choice Awards
One Direction doing promotion for the new album.
Paris - October 11, 2012
Ireland - October 12, 2012
Manchester - October 16, 2012
Leeds - October 17, 2012
34. October 19, 2012 - Lunch in London
October 31 - One Direction in Spain
Early November One Direction goes to the US for Ellen, X Factor USA, and The Today Show. After The Today Show Harry flies to LA while the rest of One Direction goes back to London. Harry writes a song with the lead singer of Snow Patrol and rumors start flying about him hooking up with Taylor Swift.
Harry arrives back in London on November 16, 2012.
35. November 16, 2012 - Children in Need benefit concert
November 30th One Direction goes back to the U.S. for one off shows and MSG show. Haylor happens.
Harry returns to London on December 8th via Taylor's private jet and plays the Jingle Ball with the rest of One Direction. Harry and Taylor tour the UK together until December 15th when Taylor leaves for France. Meanwhile Dianna heads out on a mystery 14 hour long flight on December 14th.
36. December 16, 2012 - Roast Dinner!
One Direction returns to the U.S. for the X Factor USA finale. Harry stays in the U.S. and goes on a ski vacation with Taylor Swift, Justin Bieber, and Selena Gomez.
He returns to the UK on December 24th.
37. December 25, 2012 - Late night Christmas leftovers. (Yes they’re spending Christmas together, that’s boyfriend behavior!)
Harry and Nick both leave London on the 29th (Nick for Puerto Rico and Harry for NYC) Harry spends New Years with Taylor and Nick spends New Years with Pixie, Aimee, and the rest of the hipster crew. Harry and Taylor then fly to Gorda British Virgin Islands where they are supposed to vacation until the 7th. Taylor leaves on the 4th and Harry goes to Necker Island alone. Tabloids say Harry and Taylor have broken up.
And that’s it for Haylor!
Harry arrives back in the UK on January 8th
38. January 8, 2013 - Sushi lunch date! (tweet confirming nick was also there.)
and harry with the girl who tweeted it.
39. January 10, 2013 - Tinie Tempah's GQ dinner.
The party was for people on the British GQ best dressed list (Nick was on it. Harry was not.)
Jessie J puts a picture of the table cards from her table on instagram. Harry doesn't have one which, you know. I'll just be here imagining him as Nick's + 1.
One Direction fly to Ghana on the 12th or 13th and return on the 15th. On the 16th Harry calls into Grimmy’s show to talk about how Fincham DOES NOT LOOK LIKE A MEMBER OF ONE DIRECTION. Finchy asks Harry when he’s back and Harry says “in a couple of days”. (Small side note here that I don’t think Finchy and Harry are at the level of friends where they keep track of one another’s schedules so the only way Finchy could have known that Harry was heading back out of town to Japan that very day is if Nick told him.)
One Direction in Japan from January 16th to the 20th.
I'm not going to count this as a time they were together because I have no hard evidence, but the night of January 20th Harry was spotted in a grocery store buying wine and Annie Mac mentions on her show that Nick ditched coming over for dinner that evening to have a friend round to his house instead. We assume it was Harry, but w/o actual proof I don't want to say it concretely.
40. January 21, 2013 - Baking for Radio 1! (Tweet confirming the friend was Harry.)
Nick tells this story the morning of the 22nd about how he forgot he had to bake, so he got up from bed, went to the store for supplies, and forgot eggs. So, he texted his friend who was coming over to bring eggs and then Nick baked while his friend yelled at him to add more butter.
41. January 22, 2013 - Watching Great British Bake Off
Do what you will with this one. Obviously there is not definite way to tell if this is Harry or not, but given the evidence of the amount of time they spend together that has been laid forth thus far, I feel comfortable saying those are indeed Harry's legs.
42. January 31, 2013 - Out for Harry's birthday at La Bodega Negra (the same place they celebrated Nick's birthday.)
Nick also went to Groucho Club afterward with Harry and mentioned on his show this morning that he hadn't slept at all. (He was still wearing the same outfit.)
43. February 1, 2013 - Aimee tweets about being in the car with Nick en route to play Laser Quest. (Can't imagine who they might be playing with.)
Nick tweeted this :)
Never
Getting
Over
This
February 19, 2013 - PreBrit Awards Dinner Hosted by Nick!
THEIR SMILEY LITTLE FACES. :3
Legit SHARING A TAXI ON THE WAY HOME
2/20/13 - At the Brit Awards together!
Leaving an after party!
taking a cab to Nick's house so Nick can change for work
hands hands hands
At Nick's flat
2/21/13 - On The Breakfast show the morning after the Brits!
Harry on The Breakfast Show!
2/23/2013 - Nick attends One Direction's first show at the O2 in London
THE DROUGHT IS OVER!!!
8/21/2013 - Nick interviews Harry, Zayn, and Liam for TBS
Then Nick and Harry hook up later for dinner.
September 12, 2013
Harry gets off the plane from LAX, gets on the tube and meets Nick at an Elton John concert
Harry and Nick's dad at the concert, posted to Nick's instagram.
September 13, 2013
This person says they saw nick and Harry at Apartment 58 (members only club) together
https://twitter.com/LightbownL/status/378610145271771136
But, Sadie Frost also posted a picture of her and Nick getting ready to go out for LFW with no mention of Harry, so the tweet could be false facts.
But then! September 14, 2013
Sadie posts this picture of Nick sleeping on her sofa
Followed by this picture of Harry posing with her daughter
And then Nick and Harry went to Henry Hollands show at LFW together
Then to a pub with Gemma, Kelly Osborn and others
Then to dinner with James Corden and his wife
September 15, 2013
September 17, 2013 - Fashion Show East in London
November 9, 2013 - Breakfast with Anne and Robin at the Wolseley.
So Anne tweeted this in the morning. You can see the Wolseley logo at the top of the plate.
Then this girl got a pic with Harry at the Wolseley during his breakfast with Anne and Robin.
and she confirmed that Nick was eating with them https://twitter.com/alexandra_imper/status/400204985222193152
Then off to Selfridges to shop!
At Alexa Chung's birthday party!
November 10, 2013 - Ladz instagram and Aimee Phillips birthday party!
LADZ VIDEO!
November 30, 2013
Harry playing with Puppy at Nick's house.
Poppy Delevingne's hen party!
Leaving Groucho club.
December 1, 2013
Primrose Hill lighting ceremony!
Nick with Daisy Lowe and his dad!
Then this girl met Nick
https://twitter.com/rpcheald/status/407224559687852032/photo/1
and saw Harry
https://twitter.com/rpcheald/status/407209332858552320
Class of '92 movie premiere
Nick and his dad on the red carpet
Harry meeting Beckham!
December 4, 2013 - London Fashion Awards
February 17, 2014 - Taking a random taxi ride?????
and leaving Nick's flat
March 29, 2014
Sleepover at Harry's house!
Nick posted this on instagram
http://instagram.com/p/mHpTBdPJyt/
At the time we weren't sure it was Harry's drive but...
https://twitter.com/cuppanarryx/status/481310537817399296/photo/1
Hiya, doggie.
Also Nick's tweet from the morning after just because.
https://twitter.com/grimmers/status/449814322399940609
May 24, 2014 - Radio 1's Big Weekend
May 28, 2014 - Barry's BC London
And link to post about the other tweets x
June 8, 2014
Nick attends One Directions show at Wembley Stadium.
June 12, 2014
Harry at Nick driving around London in a Ferrari.
and another tweet about the Ferarri sighting.
https://twitter.com/ItsJustMikey/status/477133631602065408
Then later that evening Harry went to Nick's for his World Cup barbecue and fans took pics with Harry outside Nick's house.
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What if…
What if a girl try to mess with you.
Childe x reader
Warning:
Some reader and Childe being yandere stuff below.
"Good morning baby".
A raspy voice comes from beside you, the voice belongs to your boyfriend, Childe.
"Good morning honeyyy<3".
You smile back and greet back. You both are still in bed, basking in each other's presence and warmth while looking at each other's eyes, the light illuminating Childe's face, even though he just woke up there's no mistake that this man is like a friend of god himself.
You can feel his hand muscles moving around your stomach, reminding you of last night, a night full of pleasure.
Your face instantly turns red at the thought and Childe notices it, he laughs and kisses your cheek and then your mouth as you whine against his mouth.
"Stop being so cute, i will ravage you here again baby".
He said as he rested his big hand on your ass cheeks. You put your hand against his chest, trying to get him to stop as he laughs at your embarrassment.
"Noo.. i can barely feel my leg, Childe...".
You whine out as he slowly gets up from the bed and pulls you to his chest, picking you up princess style and walking towards the bathroom.
He put you in the empty bathtub as he opened the faucet and let the warm water flow to the bathtub with you inside it. He walked towards a shelf filled with essence, soaps and shampoos.
"Which one do you want to use baby?".
He asked, you look at the shelf and point to your favourite one, he nods and takes them, putting them beside the bathtub.
Childe slid inside the bathtub and pulled you so now you're on top of his lap, he sniffled your neck as you slowly poured the soap in and let it bubble.
"What are we gonna do today??".
You asked while playing with the bubble, putting them on top of each other to make a mountain like shape, Childe watches your childish cute act as he thought about the plans for today.
"Well.. let's go out and get some fresh air, what about that?".
He suggested, you nod your head and lean back to him more, the bath was fun, mainly Childe praising you being a good girl and teasing you at times but mostly he shows love and care for you throughout your relationship.
After the both of you are done, you both went to take different routes to do your necessities. You look into the wardrobe to decide what to wear.
"Does this look good, Childe?".
You asked him, wearing one of your new bought favourite clothes with your favourite colour.
"You look good in anything baby".
Childe said while walking towards you and pulling your waist and peppering your face with kisses.
"Mmhnp! S-stap! Wait!".
You said, laughing and giggling, he kissed your lips one last time and then cupped your cheek.
"You're pretty already baby! Let's go out fast! I wanna show my pretty girlfriend off to everyone".
You laugh alongside him, all the way from your home to the park to get some fresh air. Childe has always been a popular guy he sure does catch a lot of girls attention and you can't deny that, but you know he will stay with you until death comes.
Most girls know how to stop and get the hint to stop flirting with your boyfriend but… unfortunately some don't get the hint and shamelessly try to get between you and your boyfriend.
“Hello childeeeee~”.
A girl said, she's pretty but sadly.. Her act makes her really ugly. She goes beside him and hold his wrist, walking beside him and you, being the sweet girlfriend you are tries to stay sweet to her but as times goes on she's really starting to getting on your nerves, since you are shorter than childe and the girl is taller than you, some people would look at the three of you and said.
“Ahw the big brother is letting the (h/c) hair sister join on their dates”.
Or something that's related to them being a cute couple and how you're just his little sister. It irritates you so much and seeing her rubs herself all over him. Childe’s face is downwards and people doesn't really get the hint when he is angry or pissed but for you, it's clear as day that he is pissed.
“Baby, would you like to get ice cream?”.
Childe ask, looking at you, pulling your waist towards him, making you closer than...her
“Sure!”
“Yes!”
You both say at the same time, you look at her, not bothering to hide your hatred that's burning in your eye. Childe glares at her too he slips his hand away from her grip as he holds your hand and starts to walk towards a nearby ice cream truck, pushing his body closer to you.
You smile triumply towards the girl as she growls, her face slowly getting red, she starts to jog and catch up with the both of you. Once the both of you are at the ice cream truck Childe started to order yours and his favorite ice cream and let the girl order her own.
Childe paid the both of your ice cream as the girl looked at him kind of expectantly. The ice cream man looks at the both of you and then looks at her, gazing at Childe expectantly.
“Hahhahahahaha won't pay for your girlfriend kiddo?”.
The man asked, half joking and half serious, Childe glared at the man and the man felt chills running down his spine.
“SHE is NOT my girlfriend. This is MY girlfriend”.
Childe explains, his glare becoming unseen as he forces a smile towards the man. Childe kissed your lips for a while and then led you towards a nearby seat, leaving the girl with the man, not caring for her anymore.
“I can't do this Childe! I want her gone!”.
You whine against hima s he shushes you and kisses you here and there, stroking your head and playing with your hand.
“Its okay baby, calm down, I will find something to do with her okay”.
He said, trying to calm you down but you dont wanna listen, you want her gone. NOW.
From afar you can see that she's walking towards you both, with a sickening smile on her face, this time she sat beside you, surprising you while Childe glared at her, slowly becoming suspicious as to why she sat beside you. All intention was clear once she ‘drops’ her ice cream on your skirt.
“Whoops.. Sorry.. My hand slips”’
She said, smiling and visibly trying to hide her laugh. You growl and stand up as childe stands with you, he opens his sweater that's big enough to cover your skirt. You smile gratefully at him, forgetting about her for a while until she walks beside him again as you eat the ice cream while glaring at her as she walks with the both of you home.
In order to go to your shared home, you and Childe need to pass an alleyway near a convenient store. You smile at childe and hold his hand, kissing his lips, making you both stop walking.
“Childeeeeee can you buy me a bread pleaseee im hungry”.
Childe is hesitant to leave you alone but he can't say no to your cute little pouty face, also if you're gone, he can always pin the blame on her. Childe always knows where you are, he is not a god but he is experienced with people being lost he always seems to have a tracker for you so whenever you're gone, he is never worried. He can always find you in a matter of minutes or seconds like some sort of magician.
“Okay baby, but stay here and be a good girl okay”.
He stated as you smile and nod, he started to walk towards the store. You looked at her, seeing her making goo goo eyes at YOUR boyfriend is making you sick. You pull her and smile sweetly at her, as she follows you to the alleyway so easily.
“Ewwww why are we here.. This alleyway is disgusting- oh wait this is where you belong right? Near the trash”.
She said as she laugh, too busy laughing she didn't notice that you has already pickles up a block of brick, she then stopped laughing because hearing your lack of respond, she saw you holding a brick, in a stance ready to throw it to her, before she could even shout you throw it as hard as you can, sadly it lands on her cheek so now she's laying on the cold dirty floor, trying to reach out her hand for help.
Childe looks around the place where he told you to wait, seeing you're not there he just smiles and walks towards the alleyway, seeing you standing still and her on the floor, reaching her hand out for help. Childe runs towards you and hold your cheek, kissing your lips.
“You okay baby? You're not hurt are you?”.
He asked, concerts about you more than she does, seeing him your lips curled upward and kiss him back, you nod, not feeling to talk because you just committed a crime, childe laughs and pick you up princess style, not even bothering to relief the girl from her pain, instead choosing to bring you home as she bleeds to death.
“Good girl baby, next time don't do that okay, if you want to kill someone just ask me baby yeah?”.
He asked and tried to explain as if you're a baby, you just nod and kiss him again as you both walk home.
“I love you”.
“I love love love you too baby”.
What if…
A girl try to mess with you.
Childe x reader
"Good morning baby".
A raspy voice comes from beside you, the voice belongs to your boyfriend, Childe.
"Good morning honeyyy<3".
You smile back and greet back. You both are still in bed, basking in each other's presence and warmth while looking at each other's eyes, the light illuminating Childe's face, even though he just woke up there's no mistake that this man is like a friend of god himself.
You can feel his hand muscles moving around your stomach, reminding you of last night, a night full of pleasure.
Your face instantly turns red at the thought and Childe notices it, he laughs and kisses your cheek and then your mouth as you whine against his mouth.
"Stop being so cute, i will ravage you here again baby".
He said as he rested his big hand on your ass cheeks. You put your hand against his chest, trying to get him to stop as he laughs at your embarrassment.
"Noo.. i can barely feel my leg, Childe...".
You whine out as he slowly gets up from the bed and pulls you to his chest, picking you up princess style and walking towards the bathroom.
He put you in the empty bathtub as he opened the faucet and let the warm water flow to the bathtub with you inside it. He walked towards a shelf filled with essence, soaps and shampoos.
"Which one do you want to use baby?".
He asked, you look at the shelf and point to your favourite one, he nods and takes them, putting them beside the bathtub.
Childe slid inside the bathtub and pulled you so now you're on top of his lap, he sniffled your neck as you slowly poured the soap in and let it bubble.
"What are we gonna do today??".
You asked while playing with the bubble, putting them on top of each other to make a mountain like shape, Childe watches your childish cute act as he thought about the plans for today.
"Well.. let's go out and get some fresh air, what about that?".
He suggested, you nod your head and lean back to him more, the bath was fun, mainly Childe praising you being a good girl and teasing you at times but mostly he shows love and care for you throughout your relationship.
After the both of you are done, you both went to take different routes to do your necessities. You look into the wardrobe to decide what to wear.
"Does this look good, Childe?".
You asked him, wearing one of your new bought favourite clothes with your favourite colour.
"You look good in anything baby".
Childe said while walking towards you and pulling your waist and peppering your face with kisses.
"Mmhnp! S-stap! Wait!".
You said, laughing and giggling, he kissed your lips one last time and then cupped your cheek.
"You're pretty already baby! Let's go out fast! I wanna show my pretty girlfriend off to everyone".
You laugh alongside him, all the way from your home to the park to get some fresh air. Childe has always been a popular guy he sure does catch a lot of girls attention and you can't deny that, but you know he will stay with you until death comes.
Most girls know how to stop and get the hint to stop flirting with your boyfriend but… unfortunately some don't get the hint and shamelessly try to get between you and your boyfriend.
“Hello childeeeee~”.
A girl said, she's pretty but sadly.. Her act makes her really ugly. She goes beside him and hold his wrist, walking beside him and you, being the sweet girlfriend you are tries to stay sweet to her but as times goes on she's really starting to getting on your nerves, since you are shorter than childe and the girl is taller than you, some people would look at the three of you and said.
“Ahw the big brother is letting the (h/c) hair sister join on their dates”.
Or something that's related to them being a cute couple and how you're just his little sister. It irritates you so much and seeing her rubs herself all over him. Childe’s face is downwards and people doesn't really get the hint when he is angry or pissed but for you, it's clear as day that he is pissed.
“Baby, would you like to get ice cream?”.
Childe ask, looking at you, pulling your waist towards him, making you closer than...her
“Sure!”
“Yes!”
You both say at the same time, you look at her, not bothering to hide your hatred that's burning in your eye. Childe glares at her too he slips his hand away from her grip as he holds your hand and starts to walk towards a nearby ice cream truck, pushing his body closer to you.
You smile triumply towards the girl as she growls, her face slowly getting red, she starts to jog and catch up with the both of you. Once the both of you are at the ice cream truck Childe started to order yours and his favorite ice cream and let the girl order her own.
Childe paid the both of your ice cream as the girl looked at him kind of expectantly. The ice cream man looks at the both of you and then looks at her, gazing at Childe expectantly.
“Hahhahahahaha won't pay for your girlfriend kiddo?”.
The man asked, half joking and half serious, Childe glared at the man and the man felt chills running down his spine.
“SHE is NOT my girlfriend. This is MY girlfriend”.
Childe explains, his glare becoming unseen as he forces a smile towards the man. Childe kissed your lips for a while and then led you towards a nearby seat, leaving the girl with the man, not caring for her anymore.
“I can't do this Childe! I want her gone!”.
You whine against hima s he shushes you and kisses you here and there, stroking your head and playing with your hand.
“Its okay baby, calm down, I will find something to do with her okay”.
He said, trying to calm you down but you dont wanna listen, you want her gone. NOW.
From afar you can see that she's walking towards you both, with a sickening smile on her face, this time she sat beside you, surprising you while Childe glared at her, slowly becoming suspicious as to why she sat beside you. All intention was clear once she ‘drops’ her ice cream on your skirt.
“Whoops.. Sorry.. My hand slips”’
She said, smiling and visibly trying to hide her laugh. You growl and stand up as childe stands with you, he opens his sweater that's big enough to cover your skirt. You smile gratefully at him, forgetting about her for a while until she walks beside him again as you eat the ice cream while glaring at her as she walks with the both of you home.
In order to go to your shared home, you and Childe need to pass an alleyway near a convenient store. You smile at childe and hold his hand, kissing his lips, making you both stop walking.
“Childeeeeee can you buy me a bread pleaseee im hungry”.
Childe is hesitant to leave you alone but he can't say no to your cute little pouty face, also if you're gone, he can always pin the blame on her. Childe always knows where you are, he is not a god but he is experienced with people being lost he always seems to have a tracker for you so whenever you're gone, he is never worried. He can always find you in a matter of minutes or seconds like some sort of magician.
“Okay baby, but stay here and be a good girl okay”.
He stated as you smile and nod, he started to walk towards the store. You looked at her, seeing her making goo goo eyes at YOUR boyfriend is making you sick. You pull her and smile sweetly at her, as she follows you to the alleyway so easily.
“Ewwww why are we here.. This alleyway is disgusting- oh wait this is where you belong right? Near the trash”.
She said as she laugh, too busy laughing she didn't notice that you has already pickles up a block of brick, she then stopped laughing because hearing your lack of respond, she saw you holding a brick, in a stance ready to throw it to her, before she could even shout you throw it as hard as you can, sadly it lands on her cheek so now she's laying on the cold dirty floor, trying to reach out her hand for help.
Childe looks around the place where he told you to wait, seeing you're not there he just smiles and walks towards the alleyway, seeing you standing still and her on the floor, reaching her hand out for help. Childe runs towards you and hold your cheek, kissing your lips.
“You okay baby? You're not hurt are you?”.
He asked, concerts about you more than she does, seeing him your lips curled upward and kiss him back, you nod, not feeling to talk because you just committed a crime, childe laughs and pick you up princess style, not even bothering to relief the girl from her pain, instead choosing to bring you home as she bleeds to death.
“Good girl baby, next time don't do that okay, if you want to kill someone just ask me baby yeah?”.
He asked and tried to explain as if you're a baby, you just nod and kiss him again as you both walk home.
“I love you”.
“I love love love you too baby”.
#genshin fanfic#genshin childe#childe x reader#childe x you#childe x y/n#genshin x you#genshin x reader
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