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I'm Sure I Can Pretend to Be a Gentleman - also on AO3

Matt decides he wants to try the roleplay thing, and Adam's willing to give it a shot.

Title from Inside of You by Hoobastank. Note: The roleplay concept in this fic is that they are two wrestlers trying to get the same new position in the company. Everything is consensual and there are no power dynamics at play.

“I think it’s time for the role play idea,” Matt says, putting the dishes away. They’re in the wrong place, but Adam will let that slide because he’s got a decent view of Matt’s butt like this.

“What role play?” Adam asks. He hangs up the mop. “Also, I like how putting away dishes is what reminds you of that. Are you ever not thinking of sex?”

“Occasionally,” Matt says. He slides the mixing bowl into the shelf on his tiptoes, and, truly, it’s an even better view. “But we have that Dynamite coming up in a new venue, and I think we’ll have to find an empty, unused conference room.” He turns around an blows hair out of his eyes. “What?”

“You’re out of your mind,” Adam sighs. “Get over here. I love you so much.”

Matt grins into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Adam’s waist. “But,” he pulls back, like they haven’t stopped talking, “the idea is, basically, we’re two wrestlers who both want the job and we’re waiting in the conference room to get the interview.” He wiggles his eyebrows. “We’re competition. We’re not supposed to like each other, but we do.”

“Isn’t that just how, like, half of how wrestling relationships start?”

Matt shrugs. “Maybe. Hey, can you help me with that box of plates?” He nods over to the living room, which is still doubling as storage for an obscene amount of kitchenware shipped from Matt’s. The new couch looks nice in the living room, but Matt’s been antsy about the extra clutter. “Maybe bend over a little and wiggle your butt while you do it?”

“You,” Adam says, sure to yank his shirt up a little before leaning over and making a show of it, “are fucking shameless.”

“Sorry,” Matt calls, “can’t hear you over the sound of your butt looking great in those jeans.”

“Thank you again for going early to the venue.” Adam can hear Tony on the phone from where he’s pulling on his street clothes. It’s still sunrise orange outside as they get ready, hours before they usually dress to go to the venue, but the anticipation is better than caffeine. “All you have to do is scope it out, guide the staff to set up the locker rooms. Maybe mingle with some of the venue-specific crew to see if there’s anything we can do to make things go more smoothly, since it’s a new place.”

“Of course, Tony,” Matt says, his annoying professional voice turned up to eleven, “you can always count on us to make good use of our extra time at the venue.” He winks at Adam, and Adam thinks there has never been anyone less subtle.

“You’re lucky that was a call and not a FaceTime,” Adam says once Matt’s hung up. He slings his gym bag over his shoulder, heavier than usual. “You were so obvious.”

“Was not!” Matt says. “I was professional. A dedicated EVP, you could say.”

“Dedicated to getting railed, maybe.”

Matt rolls his eyes and leans in to kiss Adam, his hair still damp. “Let’s get coffee and then head over. They’ll let us in when we get there, if we ask for Maritza, and then we have the whole place to ourselves.”

“And we have to make sure we do what Tony asked us to do,” Adam says. He adjusts his bag on his shoulder. Hopefully the suit doesn’t get to wrinkled in there.

Matt rolls his eyes. “Yeah, well, we have plenty of time to do everything we want to do.” He looks Adam up and down. “It’s so annoying you look that good with a mustache.”

“I could say the same about your dumb goatee,” Adam says. “And yet here I am, still planning to fuck you stupid.” Sighing, he wraps an arm around Matt’s waist and hauls him in to kiss him, blazing and fierce.

The venue is unique, smaller than others but a maze of rooms to navigate. Maritza is a delightful woman with the personality of a lightning bolt, speaking at speeds Adam can hardly keep up with. Matt’s firing back with equal pace though as they sip their identical coffees, and Adam wonders if they’ll stop talking long enough for Adam and Matt to pull off the reason they’re actually here.

He’s mid yawn, halfway through his coffee, when Maritza sighs. “Well, I’ll have to be at the box office the rest of the morning.” She claps her hands together and sends her electric smile to both of them. “You two call me if you need anything.”

“We will,” Matt says, and he’s so sugar-sweet it’s ridiculous. “Thank you so much for the opportunity to come in early, Maritza. We really appreciate it.”

She beams. “We appreciate the help.” She waves as she walks away, and Matt’s excitement is hard to place.

“Are you all pink because you’re excited to do corporate stuff, or because of our plan?”

Matt shrugs and glances up and down the hallway, then pulls Adam in for the kind of kiss that makes him understand poetry a little better. When Matt leans back, Adam’s brain has flown south for the winter along with all the blood in his body.

“I’m good to start,” Adam says. “If, uh, you still want to.”

Matt scoffs. “If. Sure. Like there’s ever anything but a yes in that.” He raises an eyebrow. “But, also, because, like, that whole thing where you get to –”

“Focus on one new thing at a time, baby,” Adam murmurs. He pulls Matt in and kisses his forehead. “Looks like the rest of the place is empty. We start now, we got, like, hours before anybody else gets here.”

Matt nods, burying his face in Adam’s chest. “Okay,” he mumbles. “I start in the room.”

Adam nods. “But first we have to get all dressed up.”

He’d gotten a brand new suit for this whole thing, dark grey and bespoke, and he can feel Matt’s eyes on him the whole time.

“You like it?” Adam asks, spinning. “Got it new and tailored for this.”

Matt nods, looking delectable in his own navy suit. “I – okay. Go wait outside and count to four.”

“To four?”

“Ten. Five. Whatever. My brain isn’t working right now.” Matt shakes his head and Adam wants to do nothing more but pull him in and screw the roleplay, but he knows Matt really wants it.

He steps out the door and counts to four, then to ten, then to five, and knocks. “This where we go to wait for the interviews?” he asks. He nods to Matt. “I think I know you. You’re Matt Jackson, right?”

Matt nods. “And you are?”

Adam grins. “Adam Page.” He sticks out his hand. “Nice to meet you.”

Matt shakes his hand. “Likewise.” His eyes flicker down to Adam’s mouth, and what happens next cannot be considered Adam’s fault. He pulls Matt in by the hand and kisses him, slow and soft, hands on his hips. Matt sighs into it, hands on Adam’s lapel, before he pushes back rather suddenly.

Adam smiles at him, feeling kind of dopey. “Hi.”

“No, no,” Matt says, shaking his head furiously. “No being cute. Get out. We’re starting over. You can’t kiss me at the beginning of the whole thing. You’re supposed to wait until I say I’m unfamiliar with your talent, and then you say you’ll show me your talent.”

“That’s still the cheesiest line,” Adam says, letting Matt shove him out the door. “You know that, right?”

“It doesn’t have to be poetry, Adam,” Matt says, and Adam’s honestly impressed with how snippy he looks. “It’s a means to an end.”

“It’s a means to get into your end,” Adam quips.

“Watch it or I won’t let you eff me,” Matt says, deadpan. And he slams the door in Adam’s face.

With a glance up and down the hallway, still kind of expecting somebody to walk into this wing and make this incredibly awkward, Adam adjusts.

“Okay,” he mutters. “I can do this. Acting. I’m trying to get the job and Matt’s the competition for the position.” He bounces a little, like right before he gets in the ring.

And he knocks.

The door pulls open, and Matt’s back in character. “Hi. Are you here for the job opening too?”

"Mr. Jackson,” Adam says, trying to get back into the character. He can start over. He can do this. “Fancy meeting you here.”

Matt adjusts his jacket and, fuck, that mustache really is unforgivable. “Mr. Page, is it?”

Adam fights his grin as Matt steps aside to let him into the room. “Yeah man,” he confirms. “Seen your work before. Heard you’re going for the opening in the company.”

He can see the second Matt snaps out of the persona. “Opening?” Matt giggles. “You’re making a sex joke during this?”

“You are completely ruining the moment,” Adam says. “I’m trying to be the hot young upstart trying to throw you off your game for your interview, and you're talking about openings!”

“You’re the one who made the sex joke!” Matt says. His pout looks even more ridiculous with the mustache. “You’re terrible at roleplay.”

“I am not!” Adam says. “You can’t hold it together when you make a sex joke in your head. That’s not my fault.”

Matt grins at him. “It sort of is,” he says. “You’re the one who made the sex joke.”

“I did not make a sex joke!”

“Get in here,” Matt says, wrapping one hand around Adam’s tie and the other around his collar.

“Okay, Mr. Jackson,” Adam murmurs. “How do you know you’d be better for the position than I would be?”

“Oh, now you get it,” Matt grumbles, but he still lets Adam shove the jacket off his shoulders.

“Maybe from now on leave the experiments to me,” Adam suggests. He bites at Matt’s neck, earning a sweet little mewl.

“You – oh – you seem to have liked my other experiments.” Matt bares his throat a little more, letting Adam work a bruise or two into his skin. When Adam pulls away, Matt hops up on the conference table. It’s the exact right height. Adam’s brain short circuits for a second before snapping back into it. “You didn’t complain when you and Mox were fucking me at the same time.”

“Fuck, baby,” Adam murmurs. He gets his hands on Matt’s belt, one of the fancy ones Nick had gotten him for Christmas a few years back, and yanks it out. He grins as he tosses it across the room, Matt’s eyes wide. “I didn’t complain. And I sure as hell won’t complain now.” He cups Matt’s hard dick through the dress pants. “You gonna complain?”

Matt shakes his head rapidly. “No,” he says, breathy. “No, I – please?”

“Please what?” Adam asks. Matt’s eyes follow every movement of his fingers, and Adam decides to tease a little. He doesn’t go for his own belt, instead slides his hands into his pockets. “I’m sure you got everything you could want.”

Matt’s eyes go dark. “Not everything,” he breathes.

“You gotta tell me.” He gets it now. This part of the roleplay is kind of fun. “I’m new to this, you know. I need help getting the lay of the land.” He winks at lay.

Matt’s breathing is shaky. “You need – you’re acting like you did when we first met.” He presses his lips together and looks at Adam with blown-black eyes. “Back when you were all shy and scruffy and were scared around me.”

“Yeah,” Adam chuckles, “because I thought all y’all were hot and I got nervous about it.”

Matt nods, licking his lips. “Remember when we first got together.”

“I do,” Adam says. He steps closer, in between Matt’s legs. His hands go to the waistband of Matt’s pants, slowly tapping toward the zipper. “Couldn’t help but embarrass myself, could I? Curse of being in my mid-twenties.”

“Curse?” Matt laughs. “You had the biggest dick on the roster and none of us knew because you’d always change by yourself!”

“Yeah, because I was, like, constantly horny around you.” Adam slides his hands up Matt’s shirt, starts unbuttoning slowly. “That one night, after the pay per view – I can’t remember which one.”

Matt’s cheeks are pink as his shirt flutters open. “Neither can I,” he murmurs. He links his legs around the small of Adam’s back and yanks him in closer. “All I remember is walking into the showers and seeing – seeing you with…” Matt trails off as he watches Adam shove his pants down his hips. Adam wraps his hand around his dick. “Well, seeing you like that.”

“You remember what I said?” Adam asks. He couldn’t forget. It was the beginning of the best part of his life: being with Matt.

Matt nods, eyes locked. “You said,” he says, breathy, “You asked, ‘You trying to get in on this, baby?’ with this voice…” He trails off. “Okay, you need to get inside me. I’m done. Screw the roleplay, it’s hotter to remember how long we’ve been together.”

“Yeah?” Adam pauses before he grabs the lube. “You thinking about us when we were younger?” He grabs Matt’s legs and hauls him close, grinning at his yelp. “Remembering how we used to pull off quickies in the shitty bathrooms.” He leans down, kissing the life out of Matt for just long enough to get him whimpering. “How you used to beg me to fuck you when both of us knew we didn’t have the time or the privacy?”

“Now you’re doing it on purpose.” Matt flops back on the conference table. “The whole point of this is for you to rail me in a suit. This is purely for my own benefit and you’re making me think.”

“You made me come up with a whole character!” Adam yanks down Matt’s dress pants and throws them somewhere in the room. Adam pulls Matt’s legs around his waist so he’s at the right angle to dribble lube down from the tip of his dick, down his balls, down into his crease. Matt shivers so hard the table wobbles.

“Okay,” Matt says. “I – don’t care. Just like when we were younger. I’m begging now.”

“Except,” Adam says, and he leans down to kiss Matt slowly, languidly, unrelentingly. Matt squirms against his face. “Except this time, we have plenty of time for me to wreck you.”

Matt whines. “I really – Adam, I hate that mustache.”

“Sucks for you,” Adam murmurs. "Also, I think you're lying."

Adam opens Matt up as quickly as he can, with how whimpery and insistent he is.

“I love you,” Matt says. “I – I don’t think I like role plays. I like you. I want you. But I like it when you call me Mr. Jackson, if that makes any sense.”

“I don’t think anything we do makes sense, but if it gets you going I'm about it,” Adam says, and with the way Matt is gripping at the edge of the conference table, it tells Adam he’s ready. “You good?”

Matt nods, eyes screwed shut. “I just really want to get laid on a conference room table.”

“You are so weird,” Adam sighs, and he gets himself situated. “I ever tell you I’m madly in love with you?”

Matt props himself up on his elbows so he can watch Adam, eyes dark. “You do,” he whispers. He pulls his eyes up to meet Adam’s. “Have I ever told you?”

“Always,” Adam says. “God, I – are you ready? Is it –”

“Yes,” Matt hisses. “Please. I want – please.”

Adam guides his dick into Matt, carefully as he can. The wood on Matt’s lower back can’t be comfortable, so he adjusts so Matt is laying down, hair fanned out. “Jesus,” he whispers.

It’s slower than usual. Adam is gentle, and careful, and soft. Part of him worries that the wooden table won't hold, that it'll be too stiff for Matt's bad back, that he'll get overenthusiastic and slam his hips into the edge of the table. Matt’s eyes are locked in on him, a little smile on his face, as he rolls to meet Adam’s thrusts. It feels perfect. It feels like Adam doesn’t deserve to have this forever. He takes a shaky breath.

“Hey,” Matt says. “Come back. I don’t know where you went, but come back here.”

Adam shakes his head and snaps back into the moment. “Sorry, baby,” he murmurs. “Got a little stuck in my head.”

“I know,” Matt says, and he digs his heels into the small of Adam’s back to draw him in. His soft smile and warm eyes anchor him to the present and Adam feels so goddamned lucky to be here he almost falls over. He leans in and kisses Matt, trying to say with his lips what he can’t with words. Matt kisses him back and slides a hand between the two of them to touch himself. It's the best thing Adam's ever seen. Adam adjusts his grip on Matt’s thighs and his angle so Matt is making high pitched, desperate little noises.

“I know,” Adam murmurs, “I know, baby, you’re close. Come whenever you want, okay?” He pulls back to kiss Matt’s forehead. “We fucked up this role play thing so hard, didn’t we.”

Matt laughs, music. “We did, but I’m okay with it. I – please don’t stop.”

“I won’t,” Adam promises. “I won’t. Never.”

The world dissolves until it’s just the two of them, pretense and worry and reality gone, until Adam’s whispering Matt’s name and they come just about at the same time. Adam feels changed with it, shifted, and he wonders how many times he can fuck Matt before it stops rearranging his atoms.

“Matty,” Adam murmurs, peppering kisses across his face. “I don’t think I like roleplay. I think – I think I only like it when it’s you.”

Matt sighs and smiles up at Adam. “I think I know that now.” He tucks a curl behind Adam’s ear. “I always knew you were a big softie."

Adam laughs. “Yeah, fair.” He pulls out of Matt gently and grabs a towel from the bag they’d dropped in the corner. “You okay?”

“It’s weird you ask me that every time you get all gooey and romantic about me,” Matt says. He takes the towel and cleans himself. “What, like you expect me to be stressed or freaked out because you’re in love with me and get all sappy?” He shoots Adam a grin. “I’m always feeling great after.”

Adam shrugs. “I like to check.”

“We didn’t even do anything that merits checking,” Matt says. He wrinkles his nose as he wraps the towel up tightly and shoves it in a plastic bag.

Adam resists the urge to tell Matt, once again, anything could merit checking which is why he does it. “Still gonna do it.” Adam leans in and kisses Matt’s forehead. “Let’s go find the EVP locker room and showers. My boxers are all sticky.”

“Oh, your boxers,” Matt says, rolling his eyes with a smile. “What a shame for you.”

Adam licks his lips. “What,” he says, “you want me to mention you’re gonna feel my come leaking out of you all night?”

Matt flames red. “Effing – oh my god, Adam.” He pulls the jacket on. “You can’t just say things like that without warning.”

“Sure I can,” Adam says. He grabs the pack of Clorox wipes they’d picked up at Target and wipes down the conference table as best he can. “I can say it all night, if you want me to.”

“Now you’re understanding the whole any-time-you-want-me thing,” Matt says. “I like it.” He leans in and kisses Adam on the cheek. “Let’s go get the place ready for everybody else so maybe we get extra time and I can blow you behind the commentary table.”

“Yeah, if nobody gets thrown on it tonight.” Adam tosses Matt his bag. “Would hate for, like, Joe to chuck Trent or somebody on top of the desk and have you squished underneath it.”

“Okay, fair. That would suck.”

They check each other’s hair and clothes to make sure nothing is out of place and make their way out of the conference room. They run into a kind looking woman frowning at signs.

“Oh, hello!” she says, smile bright. “You must be Mr. Jackson and Mr. Page.”

It takes everything in Adam’s body to keep from laughing.

Mini Playlist: Ms. Jackson - Panic! at the Disco Inside of You - Hoobastank Whatever You Like - Anya Marina Numbers - The Cab

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nicknellie · 3 years

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Anonymous requested: Can I request a one bed trope for willex?

Oh, you absolutely can request that! I’m a sucker for this trope and I think this is my second time ever writing it (first for this fandom) so this was a lot of fun to get into. Thank you for the request, anon!

Champagne and Roses

Alex was never trusting Luke to book a hotel again. There was a reason Flynn handled admin for the band despite not being in it, and that reason was that all the actual bandmates were useless at it. Still, Luke had found a hotel that he had described as “super insane, like bro, it’ll be awesome, I promise” and had insisted on being the one to book it so nobody had the surprise of what was so good about it ruined for them. But it looked like Alex was set to reap the consequences.

Technically, Julie and the Phantoms were on tour, but what they were really using the opportunity for was something more akin to a road trip with just their nearest and dearest. Alex, Luke, Julie, and Reggie were there to attend their shows and meet-and-greets, Flynn had come along as their manager, but Carrie and Willie were also tagging along for the fun of it. So far they had stopped off at six different venues around North America, and they were on their way to the seventh, namely the hotel Luke was so pumped about.

He hadn’t stopped talking about it since they’d got in the tour bus the previous night, and it was starting to drive Alex a little insane. He was sat on one of the bus’s plush sofas with a cushion clamped over his ears as he tried to drown Luke’s voice out, but it wasn’t working all too well. Sat next to him, Willie was clearly trying not to laugh at him.

“I know I said I wouldn’t tell you guys anything about the hotel,” Luke was saying, the biggest grin plastered across his face, “but just wait until you see the pool. It’s gigantic, and there’s like a thousand slides. And Reggie, bro, you’re gonna love the breakfast buffet they set out, from the photos on their website it looks like they’ve got literally everything.”

“It sounds expensive,” Flynn called from the front seat, sat between Julie (who was taking her turn at driving the bus) and Carrie, who was somehow managing to paint her nails immaculately in a moving vehicle on the highway. “If you’ve blown the band’s budget on a hotel, Luke Patterson, I’m going to hop back there and murder you.”

“It wasn’t that expensive,” Luke said, looking sheepish. Still, Flynn’s threat shut him up a little – Alex decided it was probably better not to ask how much Luke had spent on the booking. “Besides, I saved money by booking shared rooms instead of individual ones.”

That grabbed Alex’s attention. If ever they were away as a band they shared rooms – Alex would buddy up with Luke and Reggie, and Julie and Flynn would be together – but this time there were two extra people in the mix, and Alex didn’t really see how it would work having Willie and Carrie share a room when they hardly spoke to each other outside of this kind of setting.

“Who’s with who?” Alex asked, removing the cushion from his ears and setting it down next to him. A moment later, Willie reached across Alex’s midriff, plucked the pillow from the sofa, and put it behind his own head, laying back comfortably. Alex’s pretended that he wasn’t blushing profusely at the brief touch.

“Well, we can probably change it if we want to once we get there, but I’m with Julie, Flynn and Carrie are together, Reggie’s got a room to himself, and you’re with Willie.”

Alex had no idea how to react. The moment Luke had spoken, his mind had imploded. At every other hotel they’d stayed at so far, everyone had got their own room, purely to give themselves some alone time because they were spending every minute of every day together on the tour and it could get a little suffocating. To go from that to sharing a room with Willie of all people?

Luke had to have known what he was doing. He knew how Alex felt about Willie, so this plan had to have been formed in the deep dark corner of his brain that was designated for doomed matchmaking. It wasn’t like Alex had never shared a room with Willie before, but they had always chosen to, it had never been forced upon them like this. He couldn’t help but wonder what Willie made of it, if his heart was hammering the same way Alex’s was, if the thought of sharing a room made him giddy and nauseous all at the same time too.

He cast a quick, careful glance in Willie’s direction, only to see that his expression had remained completely unchanged, which was unhelpful. Complete neutrality could mean anything. Still, Alex supposed it was better than Willie looking annoyed or disgusted or downright angry at the thought of sharing a room together.

This was silly, Alex told himself. He had shared a room with Willie before, they’d had the occasional sleepover and it had always been lovely. There was no reason that this time should be any different. He tried to calm himself, school his features into something resembling nonchalance.

“Alex,” Reggie said, sounding concerned, “are you feeling travel-sick again? You look like you’re about to vomit all over Willie.”

Apparently nonchalance hadn’t worked.

Alex seized the opportunity. “A little bit of fresh air might be nice,” he said.

Julie pulled over a minute or so later and Alex hopped out of the tour bus. They had pulled off the highway a while back and were now on a much smaller road lined with tall hedges and completely deserted except for their bus. Alex let a gentle wind wash over his flushed face, closed his eyes, and let himself calm down a bit.

It would be fine.

“Hey,” came a voice behind him, startling him. Alex jumped and looked to see Willie stood beside him, his hair blowing elegantly behind him. Not for the first time, Alex wondered how he managed to look like an angel constantly. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” Alex replied, trying to smile. “The roads were getting a little twisty. I’ll just take a minute to cool off. I’m fine, though.”

He leaned back against the cool metal of the tour bus and felt Willie do the same. He could feel Willie’s side pressed against his and his heart starting beating faster at the slight contact. Their fingers brushed gently together and Alex felt a smile tugging at his lips.

“If you don’t want to share a room with me, that’s fine,” Willie said. He rushed the words out as if he didn’t really want to say them, avoiding eye contact until he’d finished speaking. Then he turned to look at Alex – Alex was bad at reading expressions at the best of times, and all he could make out of Willie’s right then was something close to nervousness. He just couldn’t pinpoint why.

“No,” he assured Willie quickly, “I don’t mind. I do. I do want to share with you, I mean. It’s cool. We’re cool.”

“You sure?” Willie asked, sounding unconvinced. “Because the moment Luke mentioned it you freaked.”

Alex felt himself blush faintly. “No, I told you, it was just the roads getting too twisty. I’m not worried about sharing with you, if that’s what you think.”

“So we’re okay?”

“Of course.”

“Great,” Willie said. He beamed, and Alex couldn’t help but smile back. It was impossible not to smile when Willie did. “I’m going to head back onto the bus. Take as long as you need – I don’t think any of us want to clean up after you again.”

“That was one time and it was four years ago,” Alex protested, though he couldn’t help but smile at Willie’s teasing. At that, any nerves he’d had were gone; how could he be worried about being with Willie when doing just that was so easy? “I’ll come back in a minute.”

As Willie disappeared back onto the bus, Alex closed his eyes and leaned his head back again. His panic was replaced with butterflies in his stomach, silly with excitement at the thought of what the night might hold. Not much, he reminded himself, it was just sharing a room with a friend. Still, he suddenly couldn’t wait.

To Luke’s credit, the hotel was amazing. They arrived there in the late afternoon, checked in, and had their luggage taken up to their rooms for them, leaving them free to explore the hotel. The pool looked bigger than the actual building, with six different slides, people zooming out of them gleefully every few moments. They found the restaurant, which was currently preparing for dinner, and the smells wafting from the kitchen were to die for. There were bikes to hire (Julie suggested a group bike ride which led to mixed responses from the others, ranging from Reggie’s immediate enthusiasm to Carrie stating monotonously that she’d rather do literally anything else), an enormous duck pond nearby, and a small cinema which that night was showing some generic action film Alex had never heard of. Overall, Luke had really outdone himself with the booking.

They busied themselves for the rest of the evening, splashing about in the pool (or, in the case of Alex, Willie, and Carrie, relaxing by the side of the pool on the sun-loungers) and spending far too long in the mini arcade that Reggie had stumbled across. Luke hadn’t been wrong about the food either – the staff set out an enormous buffet that had every food Alex could think of. Alex tried to stick to a regular meal because mixing so many different foods felt strange, but Luke’s plate was piled with pizza, curry, and a slab of chocolate cake.

The evening had been so hectic and jam-packed that by the time Alex and Willie bade farewell to the others, he had almost forgotten all his whirring thoughts surrounding the shared room. But by then he was too full and tired to be too bothered anyway. It was just sharing a room with Willie – what could go wrong?

Willie pushed open the door to room seventy-three and entered ahead of Alex, flicking the lights on as he went. Alex was exhausted and his vision slightly blurred as his eyes kept closing, but he could still make out that this room was nothing short of luxurious. There were chocolates on the pillow, complementary tea and biscuits, a bottle of champagne cooling in a bucket of ice, a vase of roses, a flat-screen TV so big it looked as if it would fall off the wall, and a gorgeous king-size bed with rich red satin sheets.

It took Alex far too long to realise that there was something a little off.

He looked around again. Chocolate pillows, tea, biscuits – that was fine, that was normal. Flat-screen TV – expensive, but every hotel room he’d ever stayed at had a television. But champagne, roses, only one bed… Alex felt the pieces click in his mind.

“This is a couples room,” he said.

He was never letting Luke book a hotel ever again.

Willie looked just as bewildered as Alex felt. They had both frozen in the doorway when they saw the room, but now Willie headed in cautiously, picking up the champagne and one rose as if trying to work out whether they were real. He smoothed down the bedsheets, not that they were rumpled, and then turned back to Alex. His expression was infuriatingly neutral and hard to read again.

“Yep,” he agreed, “definitely.”

Alex carefully followed him into the room and looked around. Those old nerves about sharing a room with Willie came back – if they had to share this space then surely it was going to be incredibly awkward. Especially since they weren’t even dating.

“Do you think there’s been some sort of mix-up?” he asked, eyeing the singular bed. It looked invitingly comfortable, and Alex was knackered. He wanted nothing more than to just crawl in and sleep beside Willie as the room was clearly telling them to do. But he couldn’t do that, not if Willie wasn’t comfortable with it, not if there had been a mistake.

“I don’t know,” Willie said, shrugging. “It’s definitely the right room, otherwise the key wouldn’t have worked. I could go and ask at reception if there’s a different room, if you like? With two beds?”

There was something in the way Willie said it that caught Alex’s attention, but he couldn’t identify what it was. But he could see that Willie was watching him carefully, looking for all the world like all he wanted was to make sure the night went well. He thought, Alex realised with a start, that Alex wouldn’t want to share a bed with him. It nearly made Alex laugh, but his nerves stopped him.

He did want to share the bed, but the idea terrified him.

He shrugged, trying to seem indifferent. “If you want. It’s up to you, I don’t mind.”

“You sound like you mind,” Willie countered.

“I don’t.”

They stared at each other for a minute or two, sizing one another up. Alex didn’t want to seem like the idea of sharing a bed with Willie made him uncomfortable, but equally he didn’t want to seem too eager. He wasn’t sure what the middle ground was – indifference maybe? But if he seemed like he didn’t care at all then it could look like he simply didn’t feel one way or the other about Willie.

He decided he was reading too much into it, worrying about it too much. So he was the one to break the silence.

“I don’t mind sharing a bed with you, Willie,” he said. “It’s late and I’m exhausted, I could sleep anywhere right now. And I’m sure you don’t really want to go all the way back downstairs just to ask if they have another room. It won’t make any difference. We can share a bed – we’ll be fine.”

Willie blinked, seeming surprised, but then he smiled lightly. Alex felt his heart flutter despite his exhaustion – it was incredible how Willie could have that effect on him no matter what.

“Okay, hotdog,” Willie agreed, nodding resolutely. Just with the use of the nickname, any tension in the room dissipated. Suddenly they were just two guys about to share a bed and it was completely fine. “You’re right. Let’s get some sleep.”

They took turns getting ready for bed in the bathroom (which was far bigger than a bathroom had any business being, Alex thought) and eventually settled down into the bed, side by side, plenty of room between the two of them. Though the day had been hot, the night had turned cold, and the satin sheets were doing very little to keep them warm. Alex burrowed further into the covers, pulling them up to his chin and trying to settle himself. He was still a little nervous, it would have been impossible to be completely chilled out about the whole situation, but he was too tired to really notice.

There was total silence for a few minutes before Willie quietly said, “You talk in your sleep sometimes.”

Alex turned to his right to face him. Willie was laying on his side, facing Alex, one hand under his head on the pillow and the other hidden by the duvet. The top he wore was oversized and revealed most of his collarbone, his hair was mussed as it spilled out over the pillow, and he had the sweetest little smile on his tired face. Alex, heart hammering, mirrored his position without realising he was doing it, but he did register that his movement brought them much closer together.

“Do I?” he asked, voice low and hushed.

Willie giggled gently, nodding. “Yeah. I’ve heard you on some of our sleepovers.”

“What do I say?”

“Nonsense, mainly,” Willie told him. “But sometimes you talk about the band, that’s always sweet. It’s a change from you calling Luke and Reggie annoying so often. And it’s nice to know you love them really.”

Alex grinned. “Of course I love them. They’re my brothers and Julie’s my sister. Although I am still annoyed at Luke for this whole thing.”

Willie’s expression changed abruptly, from amused to… what was that? Hurt? Had Alex said something wrong without realising it? Oh god, had he just changed the tone of the situation back to awkward?

“I thought you were okay with this,” Willie said. His voice was a different kind of quiet. Small now in a way it hadn’t been before.

“I am,” Alex said quickly. “I’m more than okay with this.”

“Then why are you still angry at Luke?”

“Because he knows how I–”

He stopped himself abruptly. He knows how I feel about you. That had been what he was about to say. The late hour had loosened his tongue and he had almost ruined everything. He stopped, changed course, started again.

“He knows how I get nervous about this kind of thing. If I’d been sharing a room with him and Reg like normal then there wouldn’t have been this whole problem.”

“Why is sharing with me a problem?” Willie asked, brow furrowed in confusion. “Would you have been like this if we were just sharing a room, not a bed?”

Alex opened his mouth but couldn’t think of anything to reply with that wouldn’t prompt further questions. He couldn’t see this night ending well for him at all. It was barely midnight and already he had offended Willie by saying the wrong thing. How was he meant to carry on from this?

“I wouldn’t have been so worried if there were two beds,” he admitted slowly. Willie deflated, nodded, curled into himself slightly. It broke Alex’s heart. “But it’s not because I don’t want to share a bed with you.”

“Then what is it?” Willie asked pleadingly. “Just tell me, Alex – whatever the reason is, it won’t change anything between us. I won’t hate you or anything like that. Just tell me what’s on your mind.”

Alex couldn’t help wondering from that if Willie had already guessed. And if he had then there was no point in pretending anymore. Perhaps he wouldn’t have done it if he hadn’t been so tired, his brain working so slowly, but he made his decision then and didn’t back down.

Willie’s hand had come out from beneath the covers and was now resting in the space between them on the mattress. Alex placed his hand over it and linked their fingers. He heard Willie gasp quietly and didn’t stop to think whether that was a good or bad sign.

“Luke knows how I feel about you,” Alex said. His voice wavered nervously and he couldn’t look Willie in the eye, but he still felt a thrill knowing that he was finally saying this, taking an enormous weight off his shoulders. “He knows that I’ve liked you for as long as I’ve known you. He knows how much this could mean to me, but also how nervous I’d be. I don’t know if you feel the same way, Willie. If this is weird or I’m out of order or anything like that then you can tell me to stop talking. I was just nervous because Luke did this, got me this close, without telling me about it and it threw me off. You threw me off. I’m sorry if I’ve upset you or made you uncomfortable. But that’s what’s on my mind.”

Alex finally took his eyes of his and Willie’s interlinked fingers to look Willie in the eye. Willie’s eyes were sparkling, an incredulous half-smile on his face. Alex took that as a good sign.

“Really?” Willie asked.

Alex swallowed heavily and nodded once. “Really.”

Willie said nothing. He just used their intertwined hands to pull himself closer to Alex and rest his head on his chest. Alex was glad his heart was on the other side of his chest, otherwise Willie would have been able to hear how fast it was beating. Willie had thrown an arm over Alex’s waist, holding him close, so Alex’s wrapped his around Willie’s back. He felt Willie sigh contentedly, and on a burst of confidence he pressed the lightest kiss possible to the top of Willie’s head.

“Does this mean you like me too?” Alex asked. He was fairly certain, but it was always good to double check.

Willie chuckled and Alex felt his heart swell with love. “Yeah. I like you too, hotdog.”

“So the couples room worked out after all, I guess,” he joked.

Willie tilted his head to look up at Alex, looking for all the world like an angel on Earth.

“Definitely,” he agreed. “But I think we finally use this bed for its real purpose and get some sleep.”

“Goodnight, Willie.” Alex reached over and flicked off the little bedside lamp, plunging them into total darkness.

“Goodnight, Alex.”

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kyotakumrau · 3 years

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2021.03.09 USEN STUDIO COAST '目黒鹿鳴館GIG' 1st session with Die and Shinya.

As usual the staff prepared two tables and chairs for the talk event (this time high tables). Fujieda started with greetings, introductions and asked for the applause for the band members.

Shinya and Die came on stage! 💗❤️

Shinya wore brown coat, he sat next to Takabayashi. His pinkish hair looks nice!

Die had very majestic look, starting with his crazy hair, sunglasses and a suit/jacket. He sat at the right table next to F.

S: I'm Shinya, hello.

D: I'm Die. It's been a while.

To start with F asked them how they feel about being in Coast again. S said it's been 2 years since the last time, he even took a picture of the venue board. D said it really brings him back, he feels it's like coming home for them, they play at Coast so often, he wants to play there again soon.

F: usually the audience area is packed, so this feels quite unusual.

D: it's probably the 1st time I see it like that.

Next F asked them about playing at Rock-May-Kan. S said it didn't feel like it's been long time as he went there few times in private. F asked him about the songs he had to practice with Toshiya, but S had remembered them soon. D said he didn't feel the same excitement as when playing normal show, but he was really happy to rehearse and play together with the rest of members, and also to see all staff members again. He could feel things are finally moving forward.

Next they looked at the new leaflet with the Oboro promo photo published today.

S: there's one extra person.

😂

D: when you just look quickly it's like 'did Kyo got long hair?'. Normally you wouldn't expect this, to have someone lying down. Quite a challenge.

F: for someone looking the first time, I wonder what did they think.

D: this image is connected to the PV.

F: Kyo said earlier it's refreshing

D: which part of it???!

They chuckle at the Taiyou no Ao remix comparison.

D: it was more like filming the PV for Zan way back, with all the blood and being dirty.

F: what do you think S, same idea as before?

S: the world in the video also comes from the にくづきに龍 (月+龍=朧) combination.

D asked what they mean about it and F told him about S earlier talking about the kanji parts.

D: ...はい。・...okay?!

F: Like Taiyou no Ao.

D: ...はい。・...okay?!

F: How do you feel about first show in a year and 3 months?

D: ...how to say... we can't do normal concerts yet, last year we plated wothout audience, but doing nothing in this period didn't feel good, we wanted to try something. Like entering the ring (踏切??)

S then said he was informed about the new SOGAI concert by the official LINE announcement😂

S: I've never been to Tokyo Garden Theater, neither to perform or see someone, so it will be first time for me.

T: it's a new venue.

F: it's quite big.

D: Anything after that show?

T: Like?

D: Like a tour? No other announcements?

😂we want that too!!!!

Next, F moved the talk to the merchandise topic.

F: how's the bag, S?

S: I've used it for the first time today, everything fit perfectly.

T showed us the hoodie as he was wearing it - he said it was perfect because he's cold.

D: If he's cold we should give him the thingy!

(the thingy aka rechargeable heat pack/kairo)

F: ah I have it here somewhere... (searches in the bag)

D: didn't bring it?!

F: got it!💦

D: let's give it to T, he's cold!

They talked about the safe 40℃ level, then S said his recommendation is usb power strip.

F said it's perfect when fans travel as they can charge various devices at once when staying in a hotel. Talking about travel - he also recommended travel pouch, there's a hook so you can hang it, even in shower.

T (carefully): even in shower?

F: maybe not shower, but in the room.

D: with key holders, Shinya looks exactly alike.

S (counters quickly): everyone does

😂

S: but why is everyone doing this pose? (He mimics the head being very low)

D: true😆 you should try, it's like a magic trick, can you do it?

S: I won't.

D: let's try backstage.

😂

F also recommended the pass case, that it's good to hold your commuter pass and D started to joke about the commuter pass and going to Tokyo show😆

After that they moved to the questions from fans.

F: hayfever is a very popular topuc this time.

D said he doest have it and he also asked bout what symptoms people have, when they start etc. He said he's good but he's aware that for Kyo it's quite severe, they have to be careful planning recording in spring, nasal congestion can affect singing a lot.

F: Kaoru also has it, gets runny nose etc

S: For me not even a drop (he said 1 milliliter

)

D: you should really get it once.

D: "to S, happy birthday! Each year you're becoming cooler and cooler!"

S: ...you're just making that up.

D: "You're the best, lav ya. From Die from DIR EN GREY."

😆

S is the only one without an event on his birthday.

D: why wasn't there one?

F: we couldn't book a venue.

D: not even in Okinawa or something?

T: Okinawa...

D: it could work?

S: how is it possible that for 23 years there was never available venue for my birthday?

next they talked a bit about past events.

D brought a memory from the time when they went to play in Australia, they had teouble with their return flight to Japan. They were supposed to leave and arrive in Japan in the evening and start rehearsal for Budokan, but the flight got cancelled. They arrived in Japan in the morning and started rehearsal the same day.

F: it's good that you made it.

D: there are cancellations and delays when traveling abroad. And lost luggage.

F: the story from Mexico.

D: yeah, never put valuable items in the suitcase. And we have to be careful when planning flights.

F: We were in Mexico for your birthday.

D: I remember there was an interesting cake, like a ring, it didn't have a strong taste...

F: so it was bad?

D: you're so rude.

F: and there was S birthday when we were in Australia.

S: I don't remember which city.

F: a solo concert?

D: I think it was a festival.

S: I don't remember anything.

Next they talked about the age of one staff there.

They also talked about Eva, S watched just a bit, D is not interested.

D: do you watch movies?

S: no

D: are 2h too long for you?

S: yeah, I prefer dramas.

D: so 3h gonna be out of question?

S: impossible.

D: 90mins?

S: eh... maybe somehow.

D: I'm gonna look for a good suspense under 90 mins, you definitely raise the bar high!

D: ...ah this q is for/about Toshiya. about the seat arrangement when we travel.

They talked about their seating preferences, S clearly favors window side. They usually don't check the seats carefully, besides S, and once D just sat at window in the row they reserved. S then: you're in my seat (そこ、俺の...), D: sorry(ごめん)💦

😂

S also said he's not bothered by window because he doesn't really stand up that much (even on 6h flights) and he thinks it's harder for the aisle person to let window person out.

D: so it's okay if I put lots of stuff there, an open bento on the table, a drink in a cup, stretch my legs etc, no problem?

S: it's fine.

D: よし・got it！😆

D: "what do you want to do after the state of emergency is lifted?"

S: I don't go out much so nothing will change for me.

D: right. There are not many restrictions.

F said the most troublesome part is that most shops close at 8pm so going shopping is difficult.

F: "who in the band hates to lose the most?"

D (pointing at S): of course S. He even said that he doesn't get a drop of runny nose never getting sick (S just nods it's true). Like catching a cold is a big deal. So you never get a fever? Even low one like 37℃？

S: I don't.

D: you're lying right?

S:I don't.

D: you should really get one once.

But then S also nominated D as someone who hates losing, describing D's reactions when playing bowling or darts, F and T agreed with him😆

F: we have time for one more last q.

S: "I like the old logo on the badge"

(F picked it up to show it on the screen)

S: "do you have any memories related to the old logo?"

D talked about the indies bands priting stickers like that treating it like business cards.

S: Do you remember the first B&W logo?

D nods

S: do you really or you just nod?

D: I talked about it a lot before (previous event).

S: Really? I didn't know.

F: about this and your make up spot.

D: in Heartland (in Nagoya).

S: I remember that.

Then F talked about the announcements again and then asked them for a comment to fans.

Shinya: Thank you for coming. There is also the 2nd session, I don't know if I'm coming to it, but people who are coming please enjoy the event, you will have to leave the venue and enter again after waiting an hour.

Die: Thank you for coming this afternoon. Every time when I stand on a stage in Shinkiba I see the view of fans full of energy and excitement, I want to play again soon and see such view. For now we will do our best for the concert in Tokyo Garden Theater. I hope to see you there. Thank you so much for today.

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wtf-yoongi · 4 years

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Stage lights. ‹‹part I of III››

pairing | jungkook x reader

summary | you visit jungkook on tour for the first time

genre/warnings | high levels of fluff + relatively new relationship + warning: features jk being extremely tired in between sets + but it’s ok because you look after him afterwards and now my heart is clenching

words | about 7k total (part I is 2,034)

note | kinda belongs in the same universe as this one, but can be read separately. i got carried away and wrote this huge thing, so i decided to separate it into three parts. i hope you like it 🖤 p.s.: the other two will be posted in the next few days. also: have i mentioned i love jk and want him to have the whole world?

Your phone vibrates repeatedly inside of your pocket, but you can’t really reach for it while trying to get your luggage out of the conveyor belt, can you? You run towards your red, small-sized suitcase, thankful that you were fast enough to reach it before you had to wait it go around again.

When the tiny wheels are finally on the ground, you retrieve your phone to check the texts.

Hae is there to pick you up, ok? She has expert level English like me lol

She’s also wearing a bright orange jacket so you recognize her

Let me know when you’re with her?

You don’t really feel like replying now, choosing to look in the direction of the exit to see if you could already locate a bright orange spot somewhere instead.

It’s not that you are trying to ignore him – quite the opposite. To be completely honest, your nerves are killing you.

It all feels even more real now that your feet are on the ground and your brain keeps telling yourself oh my god he’s somewhere in this city breathing this air while at the same time trying to calm down. It has been months since you last saw each other, work and classes getting in the way, but the day has finally come.

And you couldn’t be more thankful – or nervous. There’s something about seeing him after such a long time that, deep down, worries you. Yeah, you talk every day, but texting and video calls only go so far. They’re not the real deal. And even though 99% of the time all that comes to mind is how badly you want to hold him close and hug him for hours, there’s 1% of doubt there for some reason.

Seeing someone after a very long time just gets awkward sometimes. And you don’t want things to be awkward, not even a second. You only have a few days together before you have to go back home, there’s no time for that – no time to lose.

You finally start moving again, holding onto your phone a little bit too tightly and dragging your suitcase behind you. The exit doors are not far from carousel number twelve and you can see there are a number of people waiting for arriving passengers: family members, friends, nicely-dressed people holding up iPads with fancy last names… And a young woman wearing the most absurd orange jacket.

Jungkook must have shown Hae a picture of you before – she’s quick and doesn’t think twice before waving shyly in your direction as soon as you’re through the automatic doors. You smile at her kindly and notice she’s immediately reaching for her phone to text someone. It wouldn’t surprise you if it is Jungkook himself or another staff member that could let him know the news.

“Hi,” she greets with an excited smile. “I’m Hae, it’s a pleasure to meet you! How was your flight?”

It intimidates you a little seeing such a sweet-looking person your age be so formal and polite around you. She looks like she could be your friend – a friend that insists on carrying your small suitcase even though you have no problem at all doing it yourself.

When you’re inside the black SUV, you text Jungkook back.

I’m on my way now, please tell Hae to relax and treat me as a friend

It’s kinda freaky how diplomatic she is

A few seconds pass before you get an answer.

Let her be, she’s nice haha

She’s an assistant to the head of PR. Literally her job description includes being as diplomatic as possible

You smile at your phone and then raise your eyes to Hae, who’s sitting on the passenger seat next to the driver. They exchange a few words in Korean, but remain quiet for most of the long ride to the venue.

There’s a little bit of traffic when you’re near the stadium, the influx of cars coming and going more intense the closer it gets. It’s great to see people lining up, singing and dancing in anticipation. The line itself isn’t as long now and you assume most people are already inside. With that, you also realize this is, in fact, your first BTS concert. How weird is that?

“I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to ask you to put this on,” Hae interrupts your thoughts and you turn to her to see a simple black baseball cap in her hands. “I’m really sorry about this, no one’s going to see you, this is just extra precaution. If you could hold onto this and wear it every time you’re outside, that would be ideal.”

You don’t say anything, settling for just nodding in agreement and taking the cap from her hand. As you put it over your head, you wonder if these are going to be some curious few days, filled with first timers. But even if the thought of hiding a relationship is foreign to you, you know, in this case, the price is totally worth it.

The closer you get to the stadium, the louder the cheering seems to get. When Hae opens the door, you find yourself parked next to many other cars and vans, and you can finally hear the sounds clearly – thousands upon thousands of people filling up every seat. She moves to get your luggage from the trunk and you just want to yank it out of her hands to carry it with your own, but stop yourself from doing so at the last second with pursed lips and a let her be in the back of your mind.

With a “follow me, please”, Hae leads the way through a maze of corridors, doors and temporary structures built solely for the single show that’s going to take place in this stadium. It surprises you just how big everything seems to be, the scale of it all, and Jungkook’s pressures kind of seem more real now. Putting yourself in his shoes becomes just a little easier as you can feel the buzz from the fans building some sort of anxiety inside of you.

“They’re inside this room,” she finally speaks again and points to a door with a sign that says ARTIST in big, bold letters. “I’ll see you again when the show starts, ok? Oh, and I’ll take care of your luggage, you don’t have to worry about that.”

You nod and let out a small “thanks” just when she turns the knob and opens the door, moving her hand to signal you can go in. You can hear many people talking before even seeing anything, but you’re not ready for the sheer amount of people working in a single room when you finally peak inside.

Everything looks like the most organized mess ever. There are black labeled boxes and bags everywhere and people moving up and down with Canon cameras, freshly-ironed shirts, makeup brushes and everything in between. They all seem to be speaking or laughing quietly and in a rush, their Korean rolling out of their tongues so easily it startles you when you hear something you can actually understand.

“Hey, you’re here!”

You suddenly stop scanning the room to turn to your immediate left, where a familiar face is smiling at you. Namjoon has a water bottle in his hands, which he promptly leaves on top of a table to greet you properly.

“It’s so nice to see you! How are you doing?” He asks and leans in for a quick hug. When you separate, he’s once again speaking, but this time you don’t understand a word except for Jungkook-ah in the beginning of the sentence.

All of a sudden, you feel like all eyes are on you. People working all around stop for a second to see you for the first time and you start to wonder what exactly Namjoon said after calling Jungkook’s name.

It all lasts less than a second, though, as the staff at least looks like they have more important things to do than looking at a stranger – and you’re deeply thankful for that. To your right, you see both Jimin and Hoseok waving hello from their seats where they're having their hair done. You wave back at them with a smile and it isn’t until you turn your head to face forward again that you see him quickly moving towards you.

Jungkook has the most absurd smile on his face, dimples in full display – and, somewhere inside, you melt completely. There’s something different in him and you can finally see it now that he’s in front of you. His jaw looks more defined, his hair texture is healthier than the last time you saw him and there’s something about the way his eyes glimmer that certainly can’t be captured on camera. You have to be face to face to see it.

He takes longer strides the closer he gets to you and you feel like he’s fighting the urge to run altogether. It all happens so fast – you can’t even extend your arms in his direction before he’s crashing into you, the air leaving your lungs in a low humpf. Jungkook surrounds you with his body, his arms tightly holding on, while you do your best to press a hand to his back at the same time you’re trying to hold the cap on top of your head so it doesn’t fall to the ground.

It is overwhelming, but in a good way. Suddenly, that 1% of doubt is a thing of the past.

Jungkook lets go all of a sudden and looks into your eyes, soon grabbing your hand to lead you out of the room again without saying a word. He’s taking long steps and you have to be quick on your feet to follow.

“Where are we going?” You ask and you have to adjust the strap of your backpack before it falls from all the moving around.

Jungkook doesn’t answer, though, and swiftly pulls you into another room nearby. This one is much smaller, you notice, and there’s no one inside. When he closes the door behind you, it gets quiet and, somehow, familiar.

“My God, I’ve missed you,” he says under his breath, pulling you close again. He’s calmer now, taking his time to bury his face in your neck and take a deep breath. “I’ve missed you so much, I can’t believe you’re actually here.”

“I’ve missed you, too, you know? A lot,” you reply, running your hands up and down his covered back to comfort him. “A whole lot.”

“I’m sorry I had to drag you out of the room like that,” he speaks quietly before taking a deep breath – and you can feel the air he exhales soon after. “Too many people watching.”

“It’s ok, I understand.”

Everything feels so still you can swear, for a moment, that the whole world has stopped. Jungkook is slowly rocking both of your bodies from side to side, humming a song you can’t recognize, and it seems impossible to fall more in love with him than right now. You close your eyes, taking everything in, and you can smell the slight scent of fresh laundry in his clothes.

“And I wanted to kiss you,” he admits out of nowhere. “Can’t do that in front of everybody.”

Jungkook gently disconnects his body from yours, taking his time to look at you now. He softly places a hand on your face as if he’s struggling to believe you’re there and you’re real. When he smiles, your heart melts further – and you don’t know how that’s even possible.

“Can I?”

You smile back, nodding at the same time you reach for the back of his neck. “You can kiss me a hundred times.”

“Just a hundred?” Jungkook asks with a disappointed voice, leaning in closer now. “What happens if I want more than that?”

“You get… Refills,” you say and laugh at your own choice of word. “Endless kiss refills. Does that sound good?”

“Hmm,” he hums, kissing you and tasting your lips for the first time in what seems like forever. “Sounds great.”

He laughs and leans in again.

☁️ read part II here ☁️

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eschergirls · 4 years

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Originally posted at: https://eschergirls.com/photo/2020/04/22/guaranteed-get-female-your-bag

Another gem from Jess Morrissette on Twitter:

"What if we simply played to our strengths? What if we're so good at gaming, it somehow triggers an 'I want the alpha male' response in females?" A Game Geek's Guide to Getting Girls (PC Accelerator, February 2000).

I know PC Accelerator was trying to be a Maxim for gamers thing but holy crumbs. Even as comedy this comes up short. I almost would say you could make a drinking game out of reading this article but you'd probably die taking shots whenever "a female" showed up. Also extra points for the advice to hide your gaming interest from a woman until you "bag" her because not letting your partner know about an important hobby in your life is a great way to make sure she's interested in it. >_>

Transcription for screenreaders (thanks again to Bella (@MoviePosters00) for the transcription):

A GAME GEEK’S GUIDE TO GETTING GIRLS

Okay palm-shavers, listen up! Reaction time is a factor. Say the first word that comes into your mind when we say "flying fat baby with a bow and arrow." No — not Messiah! Dammit, your answer is the reason we're writing this article. When you see that pint-sized chubby cherub whizzing around plinking people, it means Valentine's Day is breathing down your neck ... and baby, with this much love magic in the air, even you might be able to get a date.

As a service to you, our reader and — dare we say it — our friend, PCXL has sought an answer to the mystery that plagues so many gamers, "how do I get a girl?" We've searched high and low, discussed this conundrum over beer, subjected ourselves to countless seconds of daytime talk shows, drank more beer, picked up (and hastily put down) many women are from Venus-type books, slurped down more brew ... and, amazingly, reached an answer.

COMMUNICATION

To get chicks, a guy needs to communicate — often by talking. Realizing this Herculean task would prove impossible for almost any gamer worth his gaming spurs, and tougher for those even more worthless, we beat our heads against this barrier for days (and sucked down more beer) until a glimmer of hope laser-burned its way through the hangover.

What if we simply played to our strengths? What if we're so good at gaming, it somehow triggers an "I want the alpha male" response in females? Heavy stuff. Before we could commit our theory to print, we knew it needed rigorous testing, experimentation, quantifiable results. Unfortunately, we have no scientific credibility whatsoever. But we've never let a lack of credibility stop us before.

TERMINOLOGY

Here's a quick primer of terminology used in our experiments ...

Chick = Girl = Babe = Woman = Lady = Female = The ones with the bumps who constantly perplex us

Game Guy = You = Horny = Geek-like = Perplexed = Everyone needs a little help sometimes

Game =Game

Theory = An unproven idea that's more than likely wrong

Hypothesis = An unproven idea that's more than likely wrong. Also, the side of a right-angled triangle opposite the right angle.

Postulate = Something you assume from the outset to be true, unproven and wrong pretty much by definition

PCXL = Horny = Geek-like = Perplexed = Everyone needs a little help — and we're here to give it

EXPERIMENT ONE: THE "INTERACTIVE ROMANCE"

SUMMARY

In an ongoing effort to bring males and females together via the arena of computer gaming, a number of new companies are creating "gender-friendly'" titles. DreamCatcher Interactive (http://www.dream-catchergames.com) has developed an interactive romantic adventure based on a true story. The Legend of Lotus Spring (set to release February 2000) has players of most major sexes participating in the story of a young emperor and the woman that he is forbidden to love. Described as a "whimsical, non-violent game," TLLS takes you to the Far East over 100 years ago, touching on cultural, as well as romantic and adventure elements. As a date-locating technique, the TLLS experiment was an abject failure, as evidenced by this Session Excerpt from a co-ed focus group:

SUBJECT ONE (female)

They should've gotten Fabio to be in this thing!

SUBJECT TWO (female)

I'd like to help with the "motion capture" for that!

SUBJECT ONE (female)

It's so whimsical and non-violent!

SUBJECT THREE (female)

Awwwww, look at that! There's a "virtual serenade."

SUBJECT FOUR (male)

Sweet Jesus, please let me die.

PLUSES

Subjects 1-3 enjoyed whimsical, non-violent gameplay; Subject 4 also experienced Culture and Sensitivity-Broadening elements, as per his previous plea bargain with the City and County of San Francisco, California. (His original offense involved animal shelter felines and "Black Cat" brand firecrackers, but we shan't elaborate on that story.)

MINUSES

Despite a sincere effort on Subject Four's part to share the cultural and romantic elements of the game, considerable friction erupted. Subjects 1-3 suggested a "Fore-Player HunkMatch" mode while Subject Four insisted the experience remain a "Single-Player Shooter." Alas, Subject Four did not survive the triple-strength Silent Treatment that ensued.

OVERALL SUCCESS RATING (OUT OF FIVE)

Minus One. Not only did the male subject fail to score, but he was repeatedly and needlessly reminded of his utter lack of resemblance to Fabio.

EXPERIMENT TWO: PLAYING HOUSE

THE SIMS

Frankly, everyone believes that The Sims, from software-as-living-toy masters Maxis, is going to be an absolutely cool game. If you didn't read last month's exposé (crawl out from under your rock), it's the "game of life" made real.

You develop characters, Sims as they're called, and guide, coddle, force, etc. them through various phases in life, searching for financial and marital success. You can end up a lazy, jobless, criminal (much like the PCXL editorial staff) or you can develop a thriving career, gain the respect of your peers and co-workers, and generally lead the sort of enviable life we'll never quite achieve.

Lightbulb flashin' over your noggin yet? That's right — this should be perfect for connecting with chicks! We had the same thought ... not surprisingly, we once again demonstrated our total lack of experience and knowledge of the female thought process.

We were deep into the experiment when we realized that playing The Sims with a cute lass is like eating the broccoli and skipping dessert. How so? The Sims is just so real when you play it with a chick. They actually try to do well with their characters and they want you to succeed too. By the time you're done, you're married, employed, saddled with children ... and you haven't even gotten a kiss off the girl (in real life).

PLUSES

If you're really hard up, The Sims is sort of like practice for relating to real flesh and blood females.

MINUSES

The Sims presents all the work with none of the perks. Perhaps the most telling test-result was this ... babes don't get weak-kneed around men who play house!

OVERALL SUCCESS RATING (OUT OF FIVE)

2.5 dollies — While the game initially got the attention of the female subjects and painted the male subject in a sensitive light, it eventually rendered the male subject more hard up than ever in "real life."

EXPERIMENT THREE: GIRLS THINK THEY CAN DRIVE

NASCAR LEGENDS & TEST DRIVE 6

Why did man invent the wheel? So he could invent cars. Why did he invent cars? So he could impress chicks, of course. The attempt to translate the theory that "chicks are impressed by car-savvy guys" into "chicks are impressed by car-GAME-savvy guys" began with Test Drive 6 from Infogrames —and an utter failure to "get her motor running." The following audio was recorded during a race through Rome:

GUY

Hey! Watch the curve coming up!

CHICK

Is there a map? I don't think this is the best route, we should stop and ask for directions. Isn't Father of the Bride on Channel 4 tonight?

CAR

[CRASHES]

The session was immediately scrubbed and re-started the next day using Nascar Legends. In addition to bitchin' graphics, the incredibly realistic races in Nascar Legends are on tracks — eliminating the whole map thing. Our male test subject was able to expound on the muscular virtues of a 1970 Plymouth and get veeeery groovy in his lingo.

GUY

This is so groovy.

CHICK

Did you just say the word "groovy"?

As the race intensified, Nascar Legends and the general grooviness seemed to be having the desired effect.

CHICK

Mmmmm, wish I could drive this with a joystick ...

Unfortunately, this test case proved inconclusive, because the friggin' puss — ahem — guy, made the fatal mistake of paying too much attention to the game and ignoring the girl. He allowed a full 37 seconds to elapse before responding to the joystick statement, sending several possible messages to the test chick:

A) He was not interested in any way whatsoever in helping her get her hands on a joystick.

B) He cared more about the game than he did about her.

C) He is a total lame-ass and is wasting oxygen that a real man could use to deliver a clever joy-stick retort.

Despite the excellence of Nascar Legends, this experiment resulted in the death-knell response:

CHICK

Isn't Father of the Bride on Channel 4 tonight?

OVERALL SUCCESS RATING (OUT OF FIVE)

Five joysticks for the game, three joysticks for the experience of actually playing this with a female, and an obvious and complete lack of a joystick on the part of the male test subject.

EXPERIMENT FOUR: CHANGING TACK

NOCTURNE

When G.O.D. opened the Spook-House doors and unleashed their deliciously ghastly Nocturne, little did they imagine the power they were placing in the hands of the would-be non-virginal male. A combination of "X-Files" chic and classic survival horror action, Nocturne will give you the tools to awaken your "little zombie" from the dead, but you can't expect G.O.D. to do all the work. Take a cue from the game's incredible atmosphere and transform your grotty little hovel into an environment suitable for jitters-induced romance. Lower the lighting ... candles would be a nice touch. Make sure your friend/room-mate/mom (oh, you sad little boy) won't pop in and burst your love-bubble at the climactic moment. Steal some grave stones and casually lay them about:

GIRL

Are those real grave stones?

YOU

Oh, these? They sure are.

GIRL

You're so cool, after we play a little bit of Nocturne, let's do some ... rubbings.

Don't talk during the game play if you can help it. Let the silence and tension build so that when a shambling horror suddenly lunges at her onscreen persona, she'll shriek. The effect is totally ruined, however, if you're the one who lets loose an effeminate shriek.

PLUSES

With proper set-up and execution, a "Nocturne Date" will deliver more sizzle than a dozen oysters. Even if you don't score, a night of blasting werewolves and zombies is a night well spent.

MINUSES

There's a definite gross out factor at work here. When ghouls overwhelm your date and feast on her twitching on-screen corpse, she may be more inclined to vomit than make out with you. On the other hand, you can turn this negative to your advantage by slapping a hand over the offending image and intoning in your best movie hero voice, "This isn't something you want to see."

OVERALL SUCCESS RATING (OUT OF FIVE)

Four Severed Zombie arms. Good for you!

EXPERIMENT FIVE: SAVE ME HERO!

THE BLAIR WITCH PROJECT

Admittedly an unlikely candidate for Date Movie of the Year, The Blair Witch Project — the overhyped no-budget, shake-cam, low-grade-video epitaph for three missing-and-presumed-screwed filmmakers — yielded the highest results in terms of female subjects exposed versus female subjects, ah, exposed. Throughout the course of the film, the three actors lose their bearings. hurl profanities at each other, and eventually meet an enigmatic but doubtless unpleasant end.

Of course, the game version of this, utilizing the Nocturne engine, is in the works and will be published by G.O.D. A clingy female, the DVD, followed by the game… what kind of loser would you have to be screw up this opportunity for a terror induced tryst? Now where the f —k is the map?

PLUSES

The overwhelming majority of female subjects tested responded positively. often sporadically clinging to the males next to them during, and in most cases after, the film. At least two left the theater with the stated intention of staying with the males that evening. Of course, at least a quarter of the male subjects also clutched the males next to them at least once during the film. There are, ah, other magazines that will deal with those test results.

MINUSES

A very. very slim but noteworthy percentage (about 8%) of otherwise-sensitive female subjects found the film's terror element utterly ineffective —thereby degrading the relative status of the participating males (who thought the film was scary) to that of instant, shriveled Weenie. “This is so not cool, Josh!”

OVERALL SUCCESS RATING (OUT OF FIVE)

Five wood-stick-figure-thingies. Heh, heh, heh — we said "wood."

WHAT WE LEARNED

Of course, much of our experimentation assumed the herculean task of getting the girl into your "love nest” in the first place. If you can manage that, then it's best to keep your passion for gaming a secret (until you've bagged her).

Going the route of using horror to terrify a “victim”' to your arms is more fraught with problems (not to mention issues of legality). So get them in to your life in whatever way you can, then you can use the tips and game styles we've investigated to ensure that you can still spend time at your PC and keep the girlfriend happy (a tough mix — trust us).

What could possibly be better than a lovely co-operative Diablo adventure, a Worms: Armageddon face-off, or living out your virtual lives together in Everquest or Asheron's Call?

Remember though, that the real fun and frolics needs to be done in the real world, not online. There are probably laws against that kind of thing.

EXPERIMENT SIX: LET’S GET LITERARY

SALEM'S LOT

This technique was developed outside our offices but captured on videotape. It's so diabolical, so shameless, that we hesitate to even report it. But we will anyway.

The Diabolical Test Subject (DTS for short) had candles lit, Courvoisier at the ready, and was seated with a girl (GIRL for short) on a couch. Further still, he was, brace yourselves, talking to her. In the midst of our shock we realized that he was reading.

It took us two minutes to determine what tome of romantic lore he was reciting ... it was Salem's Lot, by Stephen King.

You may be saying "So what? I'm a gamer, not a librarian.” Or perhaps you've seen the 1970s made-for-TV movie “Salem's Lot" starring Starsky (or was it Hutch?) Well, pay attention Love Master ... by borrowing someone else's words you'll seem smart. By displaying no fear (even during the graveyard scene with little Danny Glick) you'll seem more manly. But above all else, by reading, you will appear to be communicating.

At press time we hadn't managed to work out whether Blue Byte's new Stephen King-based release F13 will induce the same terror effect as Salem's Lot. It does feature a new story from the currently rehabilitating horror-meister and desktop themes and screensavers, etc. for fan boys. Fan-girls are fewer, but never turn to their touchy-feely drivel as a substitute.

TIFFANYSDOMAIN.COM

Do you know why we love Tiffany so much? (If you've seen her pictures here and you don't know, you've got bigger problems than we thought). We love her because she's on Playboy's new video "Wildwebgirls.com"

And we love her because she's on the Playboy Channel's "Night Calls." She also has her very own website that we've been spending an inordinate amount of time “researching” for this feature ... tiffanysdomain.com.

If, after reading this little bit of prose, you still remain chickless, you can see a whole lot more of Tiffany (and a wagon-load of other babes who have problems staying dressed) on "Wildwebgirls.com”... or checkout www.playboy.com for all the steamy details.

Thanks Tiffany!

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k-llama-llama · 4 years

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SuperM/WayV AU: 8th member

YinYin x SuperM/WayV/NCT

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“This stage is insane.” YinYin gaped, taking in the size of the venue. “Look at all of the set pieces.”

“I didn’t expect anything less for BTS.” Hendery laughed. “But this is crazy.”

The stage at the award show was set up for BTS’s rehearsal, with a massive jungle gym rig, along with couches and tables and other props for what was the most highly anticipated performance of the night.

“Someday we’ll get all of this, right?” She stared out at the thousands of empty seats.

“Yeah, someday.” He sighed. “We should probably go so they can rehearse.”

“I guess so.” She grabbed his hand and started walking off of the stage.

There was a big commotion as BTS came out, flanked by their dancers and managers, and what seemed like hundreds of other staff. They all began taking their place on the jungle gym, most of them sitting at the bottom.

“We have to walk right by that to get back stage.” She whispered. “Should we wait?”

“It’ll be fine.” Hendery counselled. “They haven’t started yet.”

As little comfort as that ways, they tried to be nonchalant as they walked towards the commotion.

“Sumi, we’ll get you at the top, so the intro shot can be on you.” A manager directed.

“Aye, Aye, Captain!”

YinYin glanced up, watching as Sumi began the climb to the top. She’d never had the chance to meet BTS, but everyone in the world knew who they were. Still, seeing Sumi when she wasn’t set up for a performance was something else.

She was in sneakers, joggers and what looked like a pyjama shirt as she cautiously stepped from bar to bar and climbed up. She was sporting a full face of makeup, but it looked more like she’d done it herself than a stage makeup artist.

“Stop staring.” She elbowed Hendery.

“What?” He hissed. “She’s pretty.”

He wasn’t wrong. Though not classically pretty, there was something captivating about her. She wasn’t looking to graceful at the moment, however, as she struggled to climb up the bars.

“Are you good, Soo?” Taehyung shouted.

“Yeah, I’m fine!” She shouted back as she reached the highest point on the jungle gym.

YinYin saw it a split second before it happened. The bar that Sumi stepped onto sunk differently with her weight than the others head, and dropped out from under her foot. Sumi, who’d let go to reach for another bar, was left dangling from one hand. She screamed as she dropped, barely managing to catch her own weight.

“GET SOMETHING TO CATCH HER!” The staff went running.

“Noona, just hang on!” Jungkook started climbing towards her.

“”I’m...I’m trying.” Sumi flailed, managing to grab the bar with her other hand. But there was no where close enough for her to put her feet.

“They’re getting something to catch you, Soo. Just hold on!” RM was standing underneath.

Jungkook stood even with Sumi’s feet, reaching for her while trying to hold himself onto the bars.

“Is he stupid?” YinYin mumbled. “They’ll both fall.”

“The staff were getting something.” Hendery said, his breathing tense. “They’ll catch them.”

YinYin glanced at Sumi’s grip. “They won’t make it.”

“What do you - YINNIE!”

She ignored him as she sprinted for the structure, kicking off her shoes and jumping onto it easily. With no difficulty, she scaled it, slipping between the bars and pulling herself up to where Jungkook was standing.

He leaned out, reaching for Sumi’s leg. “I’ve got you I-”

His foot slipped.

YinYin grabbed the back of his shirt and yanked him back, practically tossing him into the inside of the rig.

“Yah, who are -”

“Just...stay there!” YinYin gave a nod that she hoped was somewhat polite as she climbed the rest of the way.

She jumped up onto the bar above where Sumi was hanging.

“You okay?” She asked.

“Kind of...kind of struggling here.” Sumi had looped her elbow over the bar, but was unable to move anywhere.

YinYin did a quick survey of what was around them.

“Jungkook?”

“Yeah?”

“Get ready!”

“Ready? Ready for wh-Woah!”

YinYin hooked her legs over the bar and hung herself upside down.

“YinYin! What are you doing?” She heard Hendery shouting.

“Can you grab my hand?” She stretched out her arm to Sumi.

“I’ll pull you down!”

“No, it’s fine.” YinYin promised. “Just grab on, I’ll swing you over.”

“Are you sure, I-” Sumi’s grip slipped. “Okay!”

She reached up as much as she could, trying to find YinYin’s hand.

The second their fingers touched, YinYin stretched the extra inch and grabbed Sumi’s wrist with both of her hands.

“Okay, let go!”

She was pretty sure that Sumi didn’t trust her, because honestly she was doubting her plan herself. But with no other option, Sumi let go with her other arm, leaving herself hanging entirely from YinYin’s arms, fifteen feet above the ground.

“Hang on.” YinYin warned.

She’d never actually done this move while holding onto another person, but she forced herself to remain calm. She curled with her abs enough to give her some leverage, and then swung her arms forward.

Sumi swung sideways with them, and would’ve smashed into the bars if Jungkook hadn’t been there.

He grabbed her waist, holding her tightly when YinYin let go.

Sumi found her footing on the bars. “Oh my god.”

“You okay?” YinYin smiled, easily pulling herself up so she was sitting on the bar.

“How did you do that?” Sumi gasped.

YinYin shrugged, scooting over to the main structure and lowering herself onto the bars. “I did some gymnastics as a kid?”

“Some gymnastics? That was-”

“We have a net!”

“Too late!” Sumi shouted down with a laugh. “Spiderwoman here got to me first.”

“YAH! Liu Guanyin!”

YinYin winced, looking down at Hendery. “Yes?”

“Get down here you freak!”

YinYin gave the two BTS members a shrug. “I think I’m in trouble, so I’m going to go.”

“You literally just saved my life and you’re just leaving?” Sumi gasped.

YinYin nodded. “Have fun with your rehearsal. Oh-” She suddenly remembered something. “Hold you weight in your arms. It’s easier to slip if everything is in your legs.”

She smoothly lifted herself past them and scurried down the structure, leaving the two gaping at her, and dropped down right in front of Hendery. “Sorry?”

He smacked the back of her head. “You’re an idiot, you know that?”

She rubbed her head. “It seemed like a good idea at the time?”

“Whatever, let’s go.” He grabbed her elbow. “Don’t you dare tell Kun about this, he’ll kill me.”

“Pinky promise.” She said, letting him lead her off of the stage.

“Hey! Hey, wait!”

They both turned, seeing Jungkook running after them.

YinYin rubbed her elbow and looked sheepishly at Hendery.

He groaned. “Don’t embarrass us.” And then he was gone.

She turned around to face Jungkook as he ran up to her.

“I’m really sorry.” She began, giving a bow.

“You’re...you’re sorry?” He blinked.

“Yeah, so-rry.” She tried to enunciate. “Sorry, I’m still working on my Korean and I-”

“No, I understood you.” He cut her off. “But why are you sorry?”

“I...I grabbed you. And I shouted at you informally.” She was confused.

He laughed. “You saved me from falling, and Sumi too. I just came over to thank you.”

“Oh, well...no problem.” She gave a tiny smile. “I should be-”

“You know my name, but I don’t actually know yours.” He looked at her expectantly, holding out a hand. “I’m Jungkook.”

YinYin cautiously shook his hand. It was covered in tattoos, and dwarfed hers, and she was suddenly very self-conscious of the calluses all over her palm.

“I’m YinYin.”

“YinYin? Is that...Chinese?” He looked worried, as if by getting it wrong he would offend her.

She nodded. “Liu Guanyin. Or Kwon Yerim, if that’s easier. Or Yinnie. Honestly I answer to everything.”

“Guanyin.” He tried out the name. “That’s a really pretty name.”

“Thanks. Ah...Jungkook’s a nice name too?”

She could’ve been crazy, but she thought he might’ve blushed a little bit. Honestly, being crazy sounded more plausible than this entire situation. Why was a member of BTS talking to her?

“Guanyin?”

“What?” She blinked, coming back to her senses. Her name sounded very strange coming from someone speaking Korean.

“I was just wondering how you knew what to do back there.” He pointed back towards the stage. “You didn’t seem worried at all.”

YinYin shrugged. “I didn’t, really. But...ah...you guys didn’t look very good at the climbing.”

“And you are?”

She bit her lip. “I used to do bars a lot in gymnastics. And, I’m very bendy, so it made sense.”

“Strong too.” He nodded. “You pulled me back and held up Sumi.”

“You’re not that heavy.” She said quietly.

“You guys are performing later, right?”

She nodded in confirmation.

Jungkook laughed. “Any chance we’ll see any more of that crazy gymnastics stuff?”

YinYin nodded again. “I have a couple of flips so I-”

“Wait, really?” He grinned. “I was kidding, but that’s awesome. You must be really good.”

She shook her head, looking behind him where a staff member was walking over. “I’m not that good. And I think you need to go rehearse now.”

“Oh, probably.” He sighed. “Can I...do you have Kakao talk?”

“Do I...YES.” YinYin felt for her phone, finally locating it in the zipped pocket of her sweater. “Here.”

In her stupidity, she just handed him the phone.

He didn’t seem bothered, and just opened the Kakao app and quickly scanned his ID.

“Is it okay if I message you sometime?” He asked. “Or if not, that’s okay too. I just...you seem cool so I...Sorry, this is probably really weird and I-”

“It’s okay.” YinYin gave him a tiny smile. “But you should really go.”

“Right.” He sighed, handing her phone back. “See you around, Liu Guanyin?”

She forced herself not to wince at his pronunciation. “See you around.” She agreed.

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yournewapartment · 4 years

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Wedding Planning

It is impossible to write an entire post on all of the intricacies of wedding planning, because it would just be too long and frankly exhausting. But here are some of the highlights that I think will help people in need! There are also extensive sources on the internet that are way more in-depth, but here’s an overview for you…

The Venue

The first thing you should do when planning a wedding is to pick your venue. Picking your venue will likely inform what date you set to be your wedding date. Most venues have limited availability, and if you want a specific venue for your dream wedding, best get that locked down ASAP. You may already have something in mind! If you don’t, my recommendation is to look for venues that host weddings year-round.

Choosing your venue will determine how “hands on” you’ll have to be in regards to planning your wedding. Venues that specialize in weddings and similar events will come with an entire staff of vendors ready to go for your wedding. If you’re doing a DIY wedding (like I did) you’ll have to find your own vendors. On that note- choosing a reliable and trustworthy vendor is SUPER important. There are so many options, it can be overwhelming to choose which will be right for your wedding.

If you choose a venue that is specifically used for weddings throughout the year, you will have the EASIEST time planning the resources part of your wedding. The venue will provide contact information for trusted vendors including (but not limited to): caterers they trust (or they may even have an in-house chef), photographers, make up artists, flower arrangers, DJs or musicians, etc. Simply choose which vendors you would like at your wedding, and of course, if you find a different vendor you like better, you’ll be able to use them. The venue will also assign you a key person who will manage all of the comings and goings of vendors and employees at your wedding itself. This is different than a wedding planner who you hire, this is just specifically a point person for you to go to with any issues during the wedding planning process.

If you choose a venue that may not specifically be made for weddings but is allowing you to get married there, they may or may not have contact numbers of trusted vendors. You may or may not have a point person, and I recommend that you at least consult with a wedding planner to make sure that you have everything under control.

If you’re creating your own venue (that’s what I did) you’re completely on your own and will have to find vendors your own way! See “DIY Vendors”.

Wedding Planning

Setting the right deadlines and expectations for your wedding will help the process be as smooth as possible. The easiest way to do this is to use an app specifically made for wedding planning. There are many good options out there, but I personally used The Knot.

These apps will create timelines for you based on when your wedding needs. They’re easy to personalize and disregard tasks and plans that are not relevant to your wedding. For example, I didn’t have bridesmaids, so I removed all the bridesmaid-related notifications from my timeline so I wouldn’t get notifications about those tasks.

You’ll receive notifications on your phone, reminding you to accomplish specific tasks. You’ll know which tasks are overdue and the order of which you should accomplish specific things. You’ll also learn how much contact you’ll have with specific vendors before locking them down.

My favorite part of using The Knot was the fact that it gave me a realistic expectation of when I should accomplish specific tasks. Which things would take more time, how many meetings I would need to set with specific vendors, etc. As a newbie, having all of these deadlines already created for me was wonderful.

The Knot doesn’t just stop there. It helps you set up your honeymoon, rehearsals dinner, as well as writing thank-you cards.

DIY Vendors

Because my husband manages a restaurant that also does catering, he had lots of networking connections he used to secure reputable vendors for us. While you may not have that direct of a connection, someone you know does have that connection! I recommend reaching out to friends, families, co-workers for recommendations. People LOVE giving recommendations.

If you went to a friend or family member’s wedding that was local, ask them for any recommendations. Ask them what worked and what didn’t work.

If a friend or family member has a wedding-related side hustle, consider working out a deal with them. For example, my parents own a garden, and one of their workers moonlights as a wedding photographer. We hired her, and she turned out to be AMAZING. Of course, always verify someone is legit before hiring them by checking their references and/or website.

If you find a trustworthy vendor, ask them for recommendations on other vendors. For example, our caterer recommended an ice cream truck company that we ended up using.

Use your network! You can always make a post on social media if no one in your immediate circle can help.

Creating “Save the Dates”, “RSVPs”, announcements … etc

We used Vistaprint for all of our paper goods. But there are SO many websites out there to explore! These websites have many different formatting options and always allow you to create your own formats. Make sure you have high quality photos saved on your computer that you can use to create cute mailings.

If you use a website like Vistaprint to create your mailings, they’ll have templates specifically labeled for weddings.

Also simply searching “wedding RSVP” on Google will give you millions of ideas.

Shop around on all the sites and create a dummy program and or mailing to see which site is the cheapest.

Search online for discount codes! A lot of websites will give you a discount for signing up for their email list

ALWAYS order more copies than you think you need. You’ll find yourself adding people to the guest list last minute and will be glad you’ll have extra. You also want to have extra copies of everything for your wedding scrapbook.

RSVPs

Shocking thing that I learned about weddings- most people DO NOT RSVP! If they’re coming, they’ll assume that you know that they’re coming. Even if you haven’t talked to them in two years. They may even be insulted that you’re asking them to RSVP. It’s bananas. I invited just under two hundred people to my wedding, and only fifty five RSVP’d. I’m not kidding.

There are lots of ways to track the mail you send to your guests, but from my experience, none are foolproof. In all likelihood you’ll find yourself contacting friends and family and asking them outright. This wasn’t an issue for me, because I didn’t have a formal dinner. If you do have a formal dinner planned and need people to make reservations for food, you may have to send out multiple reminders to RSVP and set a firm deadline.

There are ways to track the mail you send using an app, such as The Knot. But they only work if you have every single person’s email address. That may work if you have a smaller wedding, but asking two hundred people for their email is a time waste and not something I was willing to do. However, my friend got married, and communicated with people exclusively using Knot emails. The Knot even offers to bug people who haven’t RSVP’d for you, which is a nice feature. The Knot also allows you to go on and RSVP for people, which they can later go back in and edit, which is what I used.

There’s always the old fashioned way of tracking RSVPs… track of who responds via a spreadsheet or written document. Utter madness.

Registries

Online registries are so common, that most major retailors or stores have their own. For example- Amazon, Target, Etsy, all have their own registries. You can set these registries up so that the items are shipped directly to an address of your choosing. There are also apps that allow you to make “wedding fund” registries where people can send you money that is then deposited directly into your bank account.

If you don’t want to use The Knot for anything else, consider using them for your registry. The Knot registry is easy to use and connects to literally every website. You can literally find something obscure on some weird corner of the internet, and link it to your registry on The Knot for people to buy for you.

ALL of these registries keep track of who bought what for you, which is super helpful for after the wedding when you’re feverishly trying to complete your hundreds of thank you notes.

“Wedding fund” registries are great. Usually you’re asked to set a goaled monetary amount and to explain what you’re using the money for. People who donate are charged a small amount for sending you money, but that is something they pay on top of what they’re sending you.

Make sure to include items from a variety of different price points!

Don’t put an overwhelming amount of things on your registry. I don’t recommend putting more than forty things. You can always replenish if needed (I did that once).

Many people won’t buy anything from your registry until the week before your wedding. It sucks.

People with either buy you exactly what you want from your registry, will give you cash or a check at your wedding (make sure you have a box for these), or will just give you something random that you don’t want. We had a beautiful set of bowls and dinner ware on Etsy requested on our registry, most of which was purchased for us. And my husband’s one aunt went on to the artist’s profile on Etsy, and ordered us something random that did not fit our color scheme AT ALL. So now everything matches, except these random ugly bowls that she bought us.

General Tips/Tricks

The “wedding surcharge” is real fam! Vendors will charge you more for your wedding then they will for a regular party. Avoid using wedding terminology when speaking to specific vendors, if you can.

Some people will simply not give you anything for your wedding. It’s mind boggling and never who you would expect. Try not to take it personally.

If you do not grant every single guest a “plus one”, it’s likely that at least a few people will text you angrily and demand that you give them a plus one. So may even just show up with a “plus one” without talking to you.

Your family WILL get super offended that you didn’t invite an obscure person you haven’t spoken to in over a decade. Deal with it in the way you feel is best.

Speaking of your family, wedding guests will likely reach out to your parents before reaching out to you. So make sure to keep your close family updated on all of the wedding details.

People are OPINIONATED and it SUCKS. Bless her heart, but my Bubbie spent the months leading up to my wedding predicting every choice we made would blow up in our faces. She helped bankroll the wedding, so we had to sit there and take it. Nothing blew up in our faces, the wedding literally went off without a single hitch, and Bubbie even apologized afterwards and said it was the best wedding she ever went to. That hoe was trying to tell us that an ice cream truck instead of a cake was a bad idea! What nonsense.

In conclusion- You do YOU! Weddings are super stressful and EVERYBODY is judgmental and has an opinion, even if they aren’t married. Even if they have no direct relation to you and haven’t spoken to you since you were a child. Be willing to hear other suggestions, but stick to your guns. LIE LIE LIE if you have to. It’s your wedding! Your friends and family may seem upset in the moment, even though that’s dumb because it isn’t their wedding, but in the end they will love your wedding for what it is, and will forget they ever complained.

#wedding #wedding planning #how to plan a wedding

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Do you take headcanon requests? If so, could I pls ask for headcanons where Midoriya's dad is a pro hero known as Flame Hunter and Midoriya interns under him (not knowing that's his father) and as time goes by Izuku starts seeing him as another father figure and accidentally calls him dad while Hisashi just cries in the corner with his best dad mug? You don't have to if ya don't want to ^^

Oh. Um.

I ... don’t ... usually? Usually people ask about my already existing AUs but I guess I could try?

-Midoriya is surprised when he gets any internship offers. He didn’t exactly make a good showing during the festival (though he refuses to regret that, not when his actions helped Shouto). He’s definitely surprised that there’s TWO. One is for Gran Torino, who he’s never heard of, but the other...

-The other is Flame Hunter, and Midoriya knows that name.

-Flame Hunter isn’t big name hero, as quirks go his is kinda small. He can breathe concentrated streams of fire up to twenty feet away or inhale fire from up to ten, but compared to say, Endeavor’s EVERYTHING that’s not very impressive. But Midoriya has always loved studying heroes and that includes the small ones and Flame Hunter...

-Maybe it’s because Flame Hunter has a similar quirk to the dad he’s never met, but Midoriya has always been extra fond of the pro hero. It helps that Flame Hunter is actually a really nice guy. He isn’t famous, but he’s GOOD, he specializes in helping police with hard cases, especially ones involving children. He’s done everything from help take down trafficking rings to volunteering to guard the temporary homes of abused kids while they wait for the court case. He makes sure no one bothers the kids, helps them feel safe enough to tell the truth and then guards them to make sure no one comes after them in retribution. He’s also the only pro hero Izuku has EVER heard of that intentionally seeks out and hires staff with “bad” quirks or who are quirkless (his secretary has a ghoul quirk that requires special dietary supplements to manage and his lawyer is quirkless- QUIRKLESS). The rest of the world might not know much about Flame Hunter since he doesn’t advertise his agency a lot, but in the former abuse victim circles and the quirkless circles, Flame Hunter might be more popular than All Might.

-Deku doesn’t ask All Might who he should pick, doesn’t think to, he signs off on Flame Hunter’s offer with shaking hands and a huge grin and only thinks later to ask All Might if it’s okay. All Might just smiles and says it’s fine, unaware of who the other offer was from because Deku forgot to tell him.

-Deku goes to Flame Hunter’s agency and maybe babbles when he meets the sidekicks (Nightbird who is basically a quirkless sidekick because all he can do is change his eye color at will and specializes in infiltration and investigation, Floragora who has Venus Flytraps for hair and works in villain capture, and Alucara who is Basically a Vampire without the sunlight weakness or undead complication and flaunts it gleefully). They and the rest of the staff are super welcoming, and Flame Hunter shakes Deku’s hand easily and smiles behind his vaguely dragon themed mask. Flame Hunter asks Deku about his quirk, how it functions, what control exercises he knows, and then sets him to training with the agency’s personal gym trainer, a tiny man who has a quirk that lets him bench press buildings if he wanted to.

-Hosu still happens, but this time it’s because Flame Hunter takes Deku with him to Hosu to walk a beat around the house of a kid who’s uncle is abusive and going to court for it. Deku sees the Nomus and maybe sorta kinda runs off to help people before Flame Hunter can call him back. Flame Hunter is not best pleased and leaves Floragora to guard the house while chasing after his son new sidekick and so Stain’s power trip is interrupted by 90+ pounds of Smol Fite Me bby hero and one severely unimpressed Dragon Dad who has Lots of Experience dealing with people who use knives (aka Nightbird) and blood quirks (aka Alucara).

-With an Actual Hero on the scene to give them permission to defend themselves there is ... less drama? Sorta? Iida is still in trouble but Deku gets to keep interning with Flame Hunter at least and it’s EPIC. He enjoys every minute of it.

-So kinda assuming Flame Hunter gets in on the Eri hunt thing because Rescuing Abused Child is literally his ballpark and so Deku now has a second invested mentor figure teaching him stuff and encouraging his outlook on helping people over fame and maybe it’s the flame quirk maybe it’s just that Flame Hunter is so NICE for all he’s intensely private and Deku has never seen him without his mask but like-

-He calls him dad.

-By accident.

-Deku was tired and Flame Hunter had just ruffled his hair and said “Good job today” okay? Things happen.

-While Deku internally dies inside, Flame Hunter just smiles and laughs and tells Deku to go home for the day. No negative reaction. It’s fine. Maybe he didn’t even hear the “dad” part.

-Far away in Hisashi’s apartment, things are Not Fine and he Definitely Heard the Dad Comment and is currently sobbing into the Best Dad mug his sidekicks got him years ago while his secretary/best friend pats his back and tells him to “man up and tell the kid your his dad HONESTLY Hisashi, Inko never said you couldn’t TALK TO YOUR OWN SON you’re the one who went undercover to bust up a trafficking ring for five years after the amiable divorce and then felt too guilty to come say hi.”

#SE asks #anon asks #Secret Engima Rambles #bnha #Flame Hunter Dad verse #oh dear #hope this is what you wanted anon!

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BTBY Chapter 3

Series Summary: For Namjoon, the moment he set his sights on being the #1 rapper, he pushed the symbol to the side and hated it. Love should be chosen, not forced on you. He didn’t believe in fate and this mark on his wrist was a big “fuck you” to all that.

Chapter Summary: Practice, Day one

Previous chapter found here

Robert’s studio had been fully cleared out for you guys. The three of you walked in and were greeted by the owner, Robert Mayes. “[Y/N] good to see you again, Xavier, always a pleasure, and you must be with the band,”

“Yes, it’s nice to meet you sir. I’m RM. Thank you so much for letting us use your space,”

“Ah it’s my pleasure. Really. You should thank [Y/N]. She coordinated all of our classes to be at their studio and my daughter is a huge fan.” he hands [Y/N] a set of keys. “I'll leave you to it. When is a good time for me to bring Ella by?”

You do some mental math. “Around 5 will be good. We’ll probably break for dinner at 6. Thanks again Robert,” you wave as he leaves the studio. Ok, time to do your job even with the grumpy jerk soulmate in tow.

“Alright guys, this way please. Restrooms are in this hallway along with showers if anyone needs one after practice. This room right here is where the back up dancers can get ready. They won’t be here again until tomorrow. The kitchen is also on this floor. Catering is arriving with snacks and drinks in half an hour, dinner arrives at 5:30 with a 6 pm dinner time. The main rehearsal area and your guys green room is upstairs,” you review the location with them as you arrive at the stairs.

“Xavier would you mind waiting at the reception desk until Melinda gets here? She should be here in about ten minutes. I don’t want any studio clients accidentally showing up and not having anyone to talk to.” you rummage through your workbag as best you can with your bandaged hand, “here are some flyers with the alternate classes in case they are old school and don’t use the app.”

“Yep, you got it.” Xavier takes the flyers and heads back to the front door area.

You start walking up the stairs, “Come on, I have the main space blocked out already let’s go check it out.” you yell behind you. You reach the top of the stairs and continue the brief tour. “There are more bathrooms over there. The room over there is where you guys and your staff can get ready. And this space,” you walk ahead to the large studio, “is the main dance room. I know it’s not even close to being the same as the venue, which I’m honestly still really pissed off about, but we are going to make it work.” you turn back and look at Namjoon taking the space in.

“Sorry about your arm,” he says, avoiding looking at you. “Do you actually want me to pay for it?”

For a moment you forget how to speak because you are so surprised he is being normal to you. “No thanks, I was joking. I mean it is $900 but it’s fine. I’ll just steal food from the catering service later,” you smirk at him. “I can teach some standing classes for a while or fill in at the front desk. It will be fine. Ok, check the tape marks against where you guys normally are and see what you think. I can do minimal light and sound but that’s definitely Rafael’s strong suit. I’m going to get the mic pacs set up.” You walk over to the boxes you had set out earlier in the day and sit down next to them.

Namjoon works through the choreography lightly of the two songs they will be performing. You try not to look but you can’t help it. You really like watching people dance. And he’s a really good dancer even though he’s just lightly moving through the steps. You fight with the mic packs. They are very difficult to get tuned with one hand. Ugh. This is so frustrating.

To your pleasant surprise, Xavier, Rafael, and the rest of the group enter the silent room. Rafael heads straight for the console and starts setting things up. Xavier was trying to communicate with the guy you had learned was JHope. The bits of broken English are adorable. RM walks over and catches the band up on where they could take their things and get set up. Xavier comes over and starts helping you get the lav mics set up. “Thanks dude, this is really hard one handed.”

“It’s no problem. Oh my goodness, these guys are hilarious. I don’t speak Korean, clearly, but their energy is amazing.”

You smile as you are not having the same experience at all but you don’t want to be rude.

Once the lav mics are set up you grab your label maker. “Ok, go see if Rafael is ready and we’ll do just the choreography a few times through. I’ll go see if the guys are set up.” You get up and go downstairs to check in with Melinda about who to let in and when they should arrive and then head on up to the makeshift green room. You knock on the door and don’t hear any objections so you go in and see the guys finishing up a makeshift team meeting. “Alright? Ready?” you say, trying to keep the wording minimal.

“Let’s go!” JHope yells excitedly. You can see why Xavier was having fun talking to him, his smile is infectious.

“Yeah ok, you know. Let’s go dancing,” the tall one who your research has told you is “Jin” joins in. You laugh and turn to lead the way over to the practice area.

Xavier and Rafael get the lighting and sound set up once the guys are on their marks. They look so fucking cool. Having them in the studio makes it almost look like a stage. The music starts and they start the choreography. The first round is just to test the set marks, so it’s not the full moves. It looks like they are using it as a warm up but honestly it still looks amazing! Once the marks are all confirmed they run the full version. You sit there trying not to stare at RM but you can’t help it. He looks so good. They all do, but you can’t take your eyes off of him. Damnit. Stupid rude soulmate. You sigh. Today was shit. Your wrist was throbbing, you had zero sleep, and your soulmate hated you.

“Alright that’s a wrap on that part guys. It looks amazing!” you give them a big thumbs up. “Let’s get the lav mics on you guys and we’ll run with audio.”

You hand the labeled mics to each band member and help them get it adjusted as best you can. When you get to RM he takes the lav mic and becomes determined to place it himself. “Oh my goodness. You are ridiculous.” you say under your breath to him. “You better make sure that thing stays on,” you chide him.

“It’s not my first performance sweetheart, I think I can manage.” he responds arrogantly.

You roll your eyes and head on over to JHope who is much friendlier. “Thanks so much,” he says.

“You’re welcome,” you say smiling. Why are literally all of them nicer than your soulmate? You look over at him to see him giving JHope a death stare, which JHope returns by shrugging his shoulders confused. You move on to Yoongi who politely lets you place the mic.

“Alright, we are all set. Mic check please,”

“Ok let’s go,” you hear RM through the speakers. The other guys take turns speaking into the mics.

“Check check, Rafael?” he gives you a thumbs ok, “Ok. Let’s run it.” The music starts and this time it’s full choreography and singing. The sound is really stable and they look great. About halfway through the second song, RM accidentally rips off his lav mic and yeets it to the floor.

“Stop.” you shout.

“Sorry guys. I’m sorry.” He immediately stops and picks up the broken mic.

The guys are all breathing heavily and don’t seem too shocked by this turn of events, half of them wander off to grab some water.

You walk over and take the mic from RM’s hands. “I'm sorry.” he says to you and for a second you forget what a dick he’s been to you. You sigh examining the pac. “It’s fine. I have an extra one. This one is beyond my repair skills.” you walk over to the side of the studio and grab another one. You walk back over and look up at RM, “I’ll give you another. The deal is you have to let me put this one on, ok?”

For a few seconds he drops his “too cool” act “Yeah ok.” You reach around his back to reposition the lav mic and hand him the earpiece.

“Don’t worry, I won’t bite you.” you say as you readjust it along his back. You feel him relax a bit. “Unless you ask me to.” you wink awkwardly at him. He rolls his eyes at you.

“Thanks again for getting us this practice space. ” he says, surprising you,

You finish the adjustment. “Just doing my job. Of course, the rest of my job is really hard with a splint on my wrist,” you give him a dirty look.

“I am sorry about that,” he says quietly.

You look around make sure no one else can hear you, “Look, it’s been a fucked up day for me too.” you look into his eyes, “ And I don’t want this either. I have a boyfriend actually and I like my job here a lot. You don’t have to worry about me chasing you down or anything.”

“Oh,” Namjoon is taken aback by this. He had always assumed if he ever met his soulmate and delivered the news he wasn’t interested, they would be heartbroken. Apparently not.

“Oh. Ok. Good.” is all he was able to get out.

You sigh as you walk back a few feet to make sure it looks ok with the lighting and everything. “You should be all set now.” you turn to the sound crew, “Mic check! Take 3.” Namjoon does his mic check and it sounds great. “Ok everyone let’s run it from the top.”

You walk over to the front of the room to watch and listen to the full production. This day has been exhausting.

Xavier sits down next to you and hands you a water. “Thanks dude,”

“These guys are fucking sick. They are favored to win their categories.”

“Really? That’s awesome. Do you have your outfit picked out?” You ask, embracing a moment of normalcy in your life.

“No, Joe and I are going tonight to look at rentals. Do you want to come?”

“No thanks, I haven’t seen Ben all week and I’m just going to wear something from my closet. I’m thinking my New Year’s Eve dress from last year.”

“Ooo that’s a good One. I’ll get a coordinating tie.” Xavier smiles at you. “Do you have a bias?”

“Uh what?”

“Haven’t you read upon this group? You pick a favorite and that’s your bias.” Xavier sips his iced coffee.

“That is ridiculous. They’re just people. Like every other group we’ve worked with,” you roll your eyes.

“I don’t make the fandom rules honey. My bias is Jimin. Look at that dancing.” Xavier proceeds to stare at Jimin for the remainder of the first song. “Ooooo but if there’s another one they’re your bias wrecker.”

“Please start speaking English again.” you playfully shove him.

“What were you and RM chatting about?” He arches his eyebrows up and down.

“Lav mics. And more specifically why I am the one who is supposed to place them and not overconfident performers,” you huff.

“I’m gonna put down Jhope as your bias and RM as your wrecker.”

You roll your eyes and stand up for the second song. Xavier continues to eyefuck Jimin.

You once again find your eyes drawn to RM. He’s not the best dancer but he’s taller than the rest of the guys and has a certain swagger when he raps that commands the room. It’s sexy as fuck and you get annoyed at yourself for thinking that. The second song ends. You, Xavier, and Rafael burst into applause.

“Great job guys! That looked and sounded Amazing. How did you feel about it?” you direct your question to RM so he can translate. He and JHope discuss a few things. You walk over to them to gather any feedback. Suga has wandered over to Rafael and is looking at the console with him. You giggle as you watch Xavier try and think of something to say to Jimin and you almost get secondhand embarrassed for him.

“Ok guys, any changes or anything?” you ask as RM and JHope grow quiet.

“No. We just need to run it again a few times. When our filming crew arrives they will record it for us to share online with ARMY so we want to make sure it’s good before then.”

“Ok. sounds good.” you take out your phone and rescan the schedule. “You have an hour and a half before they arrive so you just let Rafael know when you’re ready to go again for practice” your phone chimes, “I have to go meet with catering and I will be right back.”

The rest of the practice session runs smoothly. Their BTS production team arrives to film content for their fans and you and Xavier feel like a bunch of perverts watching them stretch but it doesn’t stop either of you from doing it.

“Oh my god you guys,” Rafael laughs at you two. “Stop.”

“Stop what?” you ask, trying to sound innocent.

Rafael rolls his eyes. “Y’all thirsty. Don’t you guys have boyfriends?”

“Our boyfriends do not look like that,” Xavier gestures to the group. You just grow red and try not to laugh and distract them.

“Stop it you guys. You’re being really unprofessional.” you say through suppressed laughter

“Yeah, stop it guys,” Rafael mocks you and the three of you laugh as their song wraps up.

“Great job!” you yell. “We have time for one more run through. Grab some water and we’ll do one more set before dinner.” You walk over to RM. “Hey, the studio owner’s daughter is here and I told her she could watch as long as she doesn’t take pictures or anything. Is that still ok? Did you check with everyone?”

“Yeah, that shouldn’t be a problem.” he says, his voice huskier than normal from the exertion of practicing for hours.

“Here,” you hand him a bottle of water and head down to the first floor.

Robert’s daughter, Clara, is a super excited ten year old who is trying to play it cool but she keeps making adorable squeaking sounds. “Hey! Are you super excited?” you greet her and Robert. She just smiles more, unable to form coherent words “I just need you to either give me your phones or put them in a locker.”

“Sure thing,” Robert hands you their phones. “Thanks again. I’d say this would make her day but it’s probably more like her year or her life,” he smiles.

“Of course. Happy to do it.” you start walking up the stairs with them, “I know we can watch them and they might have time to chat afterwards but they have also had a really long day, so don’t be upset if they seem tired or anything, ok?” you prep Clara.

She nods enthusiastically and then starts crying when she enters the room. “Oh God,” you say and you gesture at chairs you had set out for them.

“Ah youth,” Xavier remarks as you walk over to the console. As you turn around you are surprised to see that one of the members, Taehyung has walked over to Clara and is trying to get her to stop crying and it is the sweetest thing ever.

“I don’t even have ovaries and they’re aching,” Xavier whispers in your ear. You suppress the urge to laugh and agree with him and walk over to make the introduction.

“This is Clara, and her father Robert. This,” you gesture” is Robert’s studio.

“Oh. Thank you Robert. And Thank you Clara for being ARMY,” he smiles at both of them. “We dance now, ok?”

Clara enthusiastically nods her head.

“Thank you so much,” you say to Taehyung as he turns to go back to the stage area.

“No, thank you.” he smiles an adorable smile at you and holy shit is this how they lure all these fans?! With their dancing and adorable smiles?! You make a mental note to watch some Youtube videos later tonight and walk back to your position in the front of the room. The guys are all back in their spaces.

“Mic check 1 2.” you go through the pre-check again.

The last performance of the night is perfect. Clara sings along to all the words and you even see a tear or two fall down Robert’s face as he is so happy to see his little girl’s dream come true. Wow this has been a day. You are thankful you ordered coffee to be delivered with dinner. The band members are all kind enough to walk over and say hi to Clara and thank Robert one more time.

“Thanks again [y/n] it really means a lot to us,” Robert shakes your hand.

“Of course. Thanks again for the space. I’ll see you around the studio.” you hand them their phones back as you escort them to the front door. You poke your head into the kitchen and confirm food counts with the caterer and grab yourself a coffee.

“Alright guys. Dinner is in the kitchen and ready when you are. There is also a stocked shower if anyone wants to take one here. Great work today.” Everyone on the BTS production unit makes their way to the dining area. Some of the guys stop and change clothes before dinner, some don’t. It’s been a long day. You, Rafael, and Xavier clean up the dance room so it will be ready for tomorrow.

“What are you guys doing tonight?” Rafael asks as he covers the console.

“I’m going suit shopping with Joe for the awards show. Do you want to join?” Xavier responds.

“Nah, I’m going to wear my funeral suit like usual.”

“Boooo!!!!” you and Xavier both yell at him, like usual. He loves that boring ass suit and it’s the only one he owns.

“There’s nothing wrong with it.” he laughs as he defends himself.

“It’s boooorrrrriiiinnnngggg. This is a fun awards show. Plus me and Joe and [Y/N] are going to look so pretty. Don’t you want to also?” Xavier finishes helping you gather the recycling.

“No. I’ll stay boring and scruffy to help make you three look better.” he smiles. “I’m grabbing dinner here. Anyone else?”

“Me.” you raise your working arm.

“I thought you were meeting Ben tonight?” Xavier interrupts.

“Change of plans. I spaced that I have to be the one to lock up tonight so I have to be the last one out. I don’t want to rush anybody so I’ll just stay here and work until everyone else is finished.” you sigh. “But, I am getting free dinner.”

“Always the optimist.” Rafael pats your shoulder, “that’s why we love you.”

You smile and grab the bag of recycling to carry downstairs. As you round the corner you once again slam into RM. “Jesus,” you yell, forgetting professionalism for a second.

“Sorry.” he takes the recycling bag from you, “Do you guys need help with anything else?” He asks cooly.

“No, we are all finished,” Xavier responds, turning off the lights. “Thanks dude.” he starts down the stairs oblivious to what’s going on. “See you all tomorrow!” he happily yells as he leaves.

“So in love.” Rafael comments. “Gross.” he jokes as he begins down the stairs.

“Agreed,” you follow him, “Are you coming?” you turn and ask RM.

“Yep.”

You slow down a bit so Rafael is all the way down the stairs, “Back to being an asshole?” you ask him, your voice lilting in a joking way.

“Absolutely.”

“Fantastic. Thanks for carrying the recycling, Asshole.”

“Sure thing. Is Rafael your boyfriend?”

Did he really just ask you that? Before you can form words you just start laughing. “Ahahahahahahaha. No. Hard Pass. No. We have worked together for 5 years. We are very good friends. Ahahaha. I can’t even. Wow. No. My boyfriend does not work with me. Otherwise we would probably kill each other. Why? Are you interested in Rafael? I can get you his number?” you laugh again.

“Oh my God. No.”

“Why do you care who my boyfriend is?” you ask, nearing the bottom of the stairs, “Jealous?" You tease.

If you would have been looking you would have seen the moment of hesitation on his face before he responded, “Don’t flatter yourself.” NEXT CHAPTER

#bts fanfction #bts rm fanfic #bts rm x you #bts au fanfic #rm x reader #rm x y/n #bts fics #namjoon x you

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atricksterproblem · 4 years

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Everybody should go read @ask-the-clergy-bc’s post on the topic because it’s great. It gave me the idea to post a little about my own headcanons for stuff Terzo appreciates from a partner taking care of him, not that ANYBODY asked. Without further ado:

Some Date Ideas For Terzo if you want to spoil him for a change

With him, as with most of the Bloodline boys, it’s not so much a question of doing anything expensive or “fancy”. They grew up with wealth and power.

In Terzo’s case in particular, it’s really about personal, intimate time spent together. He likes to get away from his usual haunts, both because he craves novelty and because nobody expects him to be “on” in a particular way. If he can manage not to be recognized, or at least to be treated as if he wasn’t, he’s thrilled.

If you want to take him out to eat, rather than going to the famous fancy place everybody takes their dates, you want to choose an “I know a place”. One of those restaurants that’s really good and is somehow located in a hole in a wall on a side street in an unfashionable neighborhood. You know what I’m talking about. If you’re lucky enough to know of one of these or are good at finding them, that’s where you take him. If you start your date idea with “Let’s go out. There’s this little place-- it’s off the beaten path and the owner’s kind of grumpy but they have the BEST pizza in the city” he’s yours.

Another thing he loves to do on dates is go to goth clubs. Spending a night dancing is a good outlet for his energy, and those particular venues give him a chance to take the stuff out of the back of his closet that he doesn’t wear around the Abbey. Expect him to turn up in something that was the height of dark fashion from around 1983.

A really important thing you can do for him that will make him feel loved? Humor his need for spontaneity. If he gets one of his urges to go find a Slurpee or something at 3am and he wants company, go along for the ride. Or, if you’re the one planning the date, don’t overplan. Just find a place that might be interesting to poke around that neither of you know much about and spend a while exploring it. The little discoveries made during these kinds of outings are just the thing for him.

For more traditional date ideas, he loves the theatre and obviously music as well, so plays, operas and concerts are always a good idea. The Abbey in my AU is in England so we like to go see the Royal Shakespeare Company when we can don’t judge me. If you can find a troupe performing them, Commedia Dell’Arte shows are perfect if you’re looking for something a bit unusual.

Last but not least? A night in. I’m not even kidding. If you can get his staff to hold all his calls, triple-lock the door and put a sign on it that says “Beware of the leopard”, you’ve bought him that extreme rarity in the life of a Satanic Pope: Some uninterrupted free time. This can also be done by staying in a hotel for a night or a weekend if you’re feeling extra--just anything that gets him the hell away from the Emergency Of The Day. Open a nice bottle of wine, put on some music, and forget about the outside world for a while.The man is frequently antsy and high-energy, but that only means that sometimes he forgets that he really DOES need to relax now and again.

#Unpopular Headcanons

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Don’t Tell A Soul

You and Roger don’t exactly see eye-to-eye, but he’s made a few adjustments to his solo that get you hot and bothered.

Warnings: STRICTLY 18+, smut, lots of dirty talk! Notes: this was a request for an ‘enemies to lovers’ oneshot from the lovely @jennyggggrrr and @a19103! Please note, I’m not taking any more requests until after November.

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A merch girl with a lot of opinions and a knack for pissing Roger off.

That summed you up perfectly.

He didn’t care for you. You didn’t care for him.

That much was plain.

But you couldn’t resist riling him up at afterparties when you had both drunk too much; the worst came when you dared to question why on earth Queen would allow Roger to have a self-indulgent drum solo slap-bang in the middle of their set.

It was a joke. Delivered as a joke. With a cheeky wink in Roger’s direction.

It even won a few laughs from Brian and Deacy; Freddie thought it was rather droll, too. But not Roger.

Roger’s face fizzed, flushed scarlet as he slammed his glass down on the table. As great as he was at uniting everyone, he could also reduce an entire party of forty to stunned silence. He stood up, every eye in the room fixed on him, then he jabbed his finger in your direction. “I don’t know who the fuck you are, but it’d serve you well to know when to shut up,” he seethed. Then, he turned and scuppered out of the room, leaving you all dumbfounded.

“What on earth was that?” Freddie remarked, shaking his head.

“You’ve really done it now,” Deacy followed. “He’s going to hate you forever for that.”

Brian pondered, scratching his chin. “He’s very sensitive about his drumming.”

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Loading everything into the venue was a pain in the arse. You always aimed to have all your stands set up before Queen sound checked - usually before the venue’s own merch staff showed up.

The day after your bust-up with Roger was particularly brutal. The muggy summer heat meant that after multiple trips between the truck and the venue, lugging god knows how many boxes of t-shirts, the only way to cool down was to dump a bottle of water over yourself right there in the foyer. Dripping with sweat and water, and doubled over a merch stand, you tried hopelessly to wheeze some breath into your lungs.

It slipped your mind that you were standing in the thick of a hectic foyer with road crew and musicians bustling all around. They could see you. But one voice caught your attention, mortifying you even more.

It was Roger.

“Hi,” he said, hovering over your shoulder. “About last night - can we talk about it?”

Your breathing finally gave out; your body apparently didn’t have the energy to fight him.

“I’m not going to argue with you. I promise,” he continued. “I just had a couple of ideas on how to make my solo a bit more interesting. Thought you’d be a good guinea pig since… you’re very outspoken.”

How diplomatic of him.

“We’re sound checking in an hour. I’ll play it for you.”

You turned to Roger to find him looking pathetically hopeful. He donned the sort of expression you had a difficult time saying no to, so you did the unthinkable; you gave a small nod.

His lips split into a bashful grin. He seemed utterly endearing today. “Great! I’ll see you then.”

You returned to your work-in-progress display while your brain spun, wondering why the fuck Roger was suddenly so nice to you; it eventually arrived at it being a cruel joke.

Nevertheless, that didn’t hinder you from loitering at the side of the stage an hour later, waiting to see what Roger had in store.

He passed you, glimpsing back as he strolled towards his kit.

You found your teeth boring into your knuckles when you fully took in how effortlessly handsome he looked in his skintight blue jeans and his oversized white shirt, buttoned up to his chest, sleeves pushed up to the elbow. A cigarette dangled from his lips, trailing shimmering smoke into the air around him as he played.

He started slow. Easygoing. Nothing to write home to your mum about. But about midway through, his pace hastened, gathering blistering momentum. Sweat beaded down his temples from the exertion and the heat; his entire body thrashed wildly while he thumped out a solo that thundered through your own.

Only when he had finished and smugly set down his sticks did you realise that you’d forgotten to breathe for two whole minutes. That’s how it felt, at least.

Your heart pounded in your chest when Roger came back to you. Even though his shirt was drenched in sweat, he smelled so intoxicating that you just wanted to bury your head against his chest. So fixated on the delicate curls of hair peeking out of his shirt, you didn’t even notice him talking. You just heard noises. Peering up in a trance, you managed to mumble a disoriented: “what was that?”

“The solo - was that an improvement?”

“I - I think they’re going to love it,” you bumbled.

Roger narrowed his eyes and folded his arms, jutting out his hip like a petty teenage girl. “You bitch! You weren’t even listening, were you?”

Dragged away from Roger’s chest a second time, your eyes met his. “I was!”

“I don’t think you were. Did you get distracted?”

“No!”

You did. But to be fair, he was undeniably distracting. Just the sight of him in front of you had you tensing your thighs together. It was just a shame you didn’t have much time for him as a person.

“You’ve very distracting,” you blurted. The ache between your legs had taken the wheel, and your brain had temporarily shut down.

But it worked. Roger raised his eyebrows, staring you up and down. “And you’re not?”

Fuck. He was going there. And it made your heart pound.

“Coming in here in a soaking wet t-shirt and those shorts. It’s a wonder the crew get any work done with you around.”

“Well, they’re certainly too nice to make a move.”

Roger smirked at you, assessing the situation for a moment, then he grabbed your arm to lead you through into the backstage area and a myriad of deserted hallways. Both of you were too wracked with anticipation to say anything, but you knew where this was heading. You wanted this.

Finally, Roger stopped, shoving you into the wall. His body pressed so firmly into you that no matter how much you twisted with need, those efforts were futile. His mouth lingered just out of reach, taunting you as you tried to catch your breath for the second time that day.

He edged closer, towards your throat. “Just so you know,” he hummed, “I’m only doing this because I haven’t seen anything better.”

“You’re disgusting,” you gasped, relishing the sensation of Roger’s tongue and his teeth gliding over your skin. A delighted whimper gave you away.

“Then why do you like it so much?” Roger asked. He lost no time in pawing between your legs like he knew exactly what he did to you; he knew what he’d find beneath those shorts of yours. “Tell me why you’re doing this?” he purred.

“Because you looked so fucking good up there. And because I can.”

Roger snickered, gently guiding your head up to suck heavy, urgent kisses on to your jaw, en route to your lips.

“Stop fucking around, Roger,” you scolded. “If you’re going to fuck me, fuck me.”

Roger took a step back from you, glancing around for any sign that you’d be interrupted, then he came back to you, tugging at the zipper on your shorts. He slid his hand in and immediately realised just how much his new and improved solo stirred you. “Well, these knickers of yours are fucking ruined, aren’t they? Bet you were thinking about this when you were watching me,” he remarked, removing his hand from your shorts. “Take these off.”

No sooner had you shimmied your shorts and your underwear down your legs, but Roger had seized you by your hips, hoisting you up and forcing you to cling to his neck, locked on to his hips. “Don’t fucking tell anyone,” you seethed, freeing his cock. He was thick; your fingers barely met around his girth as you drew your hand around it, eventually lining it up against your pussy.

Roger rammed into you in one brisk motion, taking your breath away. His face was buried in your neck. “Wouldn’t dream of it. Don’t want the rest of the crew taking turns on you,” he hissed as he gained pace. “I want this tight little cunt all to myself. Any time I like.” He removed himself from your neck to look at you with wide eyes. “Understand?”

Roger fucked you so ferociously that words escaped you. All you could muster was an enthusiastic nod and incoherent babbling as he impaled you on his cock. Anyone could hear you, anyone could walk by. But that was part of the appeal.

“Touch yourself for me,” Roger ordered. “Amuse me.”

You hastily reached between your legs, doing precisely as Roger told you, frantically rubbing away at your clit while he pounded you into the wall.

The slapping sound of him thrusting into you reverberated through the corridor, merging with Roger’s animalistic growls and your fraught moans. You were shocked no one heard and came to see if everything was okay with the racket the two of you made.

The way Roger studied you, his forehead pressed to yours, his eyes darkened and swimming with passion, flitting between your cunt and your eyes. It was enough to fire a shudder through your body, offering you a taste of what was to come. The grip your cunt had on him tightened.

“That’s it, milk my fucking cock. Be a good girl for me,” Roger purred. “You’re close, aren’t you, darling?”

The surges of ecstasy that coursed through you grew evermore frequent the harder Roger fucked you until you writhed and trembled involuntarily, at a loss even just to moan for him.

When your orgasm waned, you lacked the strength to cling to him any longer, easing yourself down on to your feet. Your legs felt like jelly as Roger whirled you around to face the wall and bent you over at the waist. He tugged at your hair for extra leverage.

Your fingers clawed at the cold, hard concrete to steady yourself while Roger resumed his onslaught. But his advances were growing increasingly jagged. He hunched over you; the hand once tangled through your hair was now firmly planted on the wall beside your face. You could feel every grunt from him coming right from his chest, growling through you. And the warmth; the warmth of one final push into you as he filled you with rope after rope of thick, hot cum. It only made you want to go for another round with him. But he was on a strict schedule.

No sooner had Roger finished inside you, leaving the evidence to ooze down your legs, but he was yanking up the zipper on his jeans, ready to rejoin his bandmates in their dressing room.

“Same time tomorrow?” he asked, his tone unceremonious and almost clinical.

You clambered to pull up your shorts and your underwear. “Yes.”

Of course, he hadn’t waited for your answer. He knew you weren’t about to refuse; he knew your type and had fucked plenty of them.

“Hey, Roger?”

He was already a few metres away from you, but he turned back.

“Remember not to tell anyone about this. I’d hate for it to hurt my chances with anyone else on the crew.”

“You fucking wish.”

#roger taylor x reader #roger taylor #queen #queen fic #roger taylor smut

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A Meeting of the Minds pt. 3: The Collector x Reader x ChromeSkull

I’m having waaaaayyyy too much fun writing these assholes. I know this is a large amount of content for them in a very short amount of time but eh, it’s my day off. :3

Part 1 & Part 2

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The university gala was in full swing.

The ‘grand’ campus ballroom had been entirely converted from an unofficial storage room for the robotics department into a fair approximation of a black-tie venue.

This event was significant for several other, more personal reasons – and you could’t help but peer nervously at the broad man who’s arm you held. At first glance, Asa seemed completely cool and at ease in his dark, well-cut suit.

He’d left his glasses in his jacket pocket, and you enjoyed watching his unique eyes flash with curiosity around the bustling crowd. His only tell as to how uncomfortable he really was was how his hands kept flexing and fluttering – from his tie, to your hand, and even several aborted movements to adjust the dark plastic frames that usually sat perched on his nose.

The real reason you were both feeling anxious about tonight was that despite the fact that you and Asa had been publicly together for quite some time, what was unknown to most was that your relationship included a third party… and tonight you intended to be at this event together.

Asa was probably more nervous than you. His issues with having an… unusual relationship, let alone the fact that the third member of your triad was another man… were deep-seated. It had been a long and trying road to get to where you all were today. But you were happy, and as far as you could tell your men were happy; and oh god, here’s Jesse…

The black custom Bentley roared loudly into the parking lot of the university – you could see the valets the school had hired for the evening look at each other with raised eyebrows. This was quite different from the fifty-odd Subarus and Priuses that had come before – and even more brows rose as the huge form of your 6’7” boyfriend towered over the hood as he tossed one of the men his keys.

Jesse’s assistant Spann stepped out of the passengers side, looking as put-together as ever in a smart black dress and heels.

The pair were at your side before you knew it. Spann playing her part as the face of Jesse’s organization – greeting board members, shaking hands… maybe kissing babies… who knew – giving the tall, scarred man a chance to sidle up to Asa and yourself with a deep kiss for you and a sly smirk for Asa.

‘Well don’t you two clean up nicely’

You giggled and shook your head at Jesse’s flirtation.

Asa scowled, still fussing with his tie.

“I don’t know why you had to make such a scene. We could have given you the highlights back at home.”

Jesse affected a hurt look, pouting with a wide-eye gaze.

‘You don’t want me here sweet-cheeks? I’m wounded!’

Rolling his eyes, Asa looked away quickly, trying to hide the light blush Jesse’s nickname brought on.

Taking the opportunity, you threaded your hand around Jesse’s elbow, gently leading the two men inside, away from the chattering crowds.

“Let’s go find our seats, I think they’re about ready to start.”

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The metal spoon clinked quietly against your coffee cup as you stirred in a packet of sugar. Not so much because you needed the caffeine; but more to give yourself something to do.

You were seated at the staff table near the front, making it extra important for you to stay awake during the speeches. Plus, you didn’t even want to think about the rumors that would start up if you started snoring during your boyfriends talk.

Wishing for the hundredth time that Jesse and Spann hadn’t been seated so far away at the donors table, you sighed, sipped the lukewarm coffee, and tried to look interested.

Asa stood at the podium giving his own two cents on the department, the school, the future for the study of Entomology… You loved that giant nerd, you really did, but a particularly engaging speaker he was not…

Your phone vibrated.

NEW MESSAGE IN METAL SPIDER GROUPCHAT

J: I’m bored.

Y: I know, but we can’t leave

J: Why not???

Y: Because our boyfriend is presenting rn

J: He’s droning. I can see why he didn’t become a prof.

Y: You’re terrible

J: Hacking into Rate My Professor right now, gonna send him a love note

Y: Don’t you dare, Jesse!

J: *dear doctor Emory, you ass looks amazing in those slacks; but oooohhh baby your lectures put me to sleep*

Y: Literally the worst. I’m telling him as soon as he’s offstage

J: As if he doesn’t know that already

J:.....

J: Let’s sneak away and make out in the janitors closet

Y: NO

NEW CONVERSATION STARTED WITH SPANN

Y: Spann, please take Mr. Cromeans phone away from him

S: May I ask why?

Y: Because he’s too far away for me to do it, and he’s supposed to be paying attention right now

S:…..

S: He politely declines your request that he put his phone away.

NEW MESSAGE IN METAL SPIDER GROUPCHAT

J: CRUEL

Y: You just donated a frankly obscene amount of money to the Entomology department are you really not going to listen to what your money is going towards???

J: I donate the money so I don’t HAVE TO listen to Asa talk about bugs

Y: well he’s done now anyway. Please clap.

Y: NOT SNAP. Idiot.

J: <3

Asa moved off the stage and rejoined you at the staff table. He looked curiously at his vibrating phone, and despite your subtle head shaking and mouthing ‘don’t!’ at him, he reached out to flip the phone over, scanning the screen with an unreadable expression.

His lips thinned in annoyance.

NEW MESSAGE IN METAL SPIDER GROUPCHAT

A: What the fuck

J: Come on Asa, your department head is speaking now, pay attention.

A:…..

J: Oh, how nice, he just thanked me by name. You’re so welcome. I love bugs and all bug related things.

A: I will murder you.

J: You talk so sweet, lover

Y: Guys, please

A: Don’t be surprised if you find a nest of cockroaches in your closet very soon.

Y: Asa please, I don’t want to be the only adult here

Asa glanced at you and huffed, placing his phone back on the table. You nodded in thanks and placed yours next to his, determined to ignore Jesse until the speeches were over.

NEW MESSAGE IN METAL SPIDER GROUPCHAT

J: Asa, want to go make out in the janitors closet??? 👌👈🍆🍑

God dammit.

#chromeskull #the collector #the collector (2009)#the collection (2012)#laid to rest #chromeskull: laid to rest 2 #jesse cromeans x reader x asa emory #jesse cromeans x reader #jesse cromeans #asa emory x reader #asa emory #spann #horror movies #slasher fiction #jessica writes

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Valentine's Day ~ A Radiodust Story

A/N: This story is largely based on the canon of my RP blog, which I'm posting this on now, and the things that have developed here over time, rather than actual character canon. Having said that, each individual should be in character, and I hope you're all able to enjoy nonetheless. Cheers, everyone

Ao3 Link (since SOME people found it early-)

TW: Brief mentions of alcohol and believing love is unrequited

Baking and cooking are often time consuming activities that can take a toll on anyone's health. Doing so for twelve hours straight three days in a row only makes matters worse, and would cause any normal person to pass out. Of course, the radio demon was far from being a normal person, rarely ever needing sleep. But without a moment's rest, exhaustion was bound to take over at some point. Alastor nearly failed to arrive to the venue on time.

But not quite.

The room in question was something that had previously been old and abandoned; a ballroom in the back of the hotel, complete with a stage up front and a floor made for dancing. It took Niffty nearly a full day to clean up the cobwebs, dust, and creatures that had made it their home, but with the light shining in that space by the end, it was more than worth it. The empty room wasn't enough, though, of course. Decorations had to be put around as well, and with Alastor busy with the food preparations, that task was assigned to none other than...

"Charlie, you've done splendid! Absolutely marvelous!" It was more than a relief when she heard that her decorations were up to Alastor's standards. During the hour of him inspecting each individual piece, only a few tweaks were made. Moving a banner two inches to the left, tightening the knot that held a balloon to the ground, going so far as to change the color of the tablecloth where the food was meant to be placed. Charlie hadn't been nearly as busy lately, but she still worked hard as hell on that. With her work in place and finished, Alastor dismissed her to go get ready for the evening's events.

"So are you gonna fuckin' tell me why you're doing this to begin with?"

Ah, the telltale voice of a drunk man. Not that Alastor was surprised, of course. Without hesitation, he simply made his way over to the barman's table, upon which laid a dozen different drink types. Coffee, hot chocolate, lemonade (pink and regular), tea, juice, and even the soda Alastor had hazardously taken from the upper world's. Under the table, just barely hidden by the cloth, was a large bottle of fine wine: Husk's motivation to be here.

"Well I believe I've said it before, my dear! I've never celebrated an event such as this, and a dance is the perfect method to encourage camaraderie and building relationships among staff!"

Husk was not the least bit impressed. "Right, so that's your canned response you've been givin' to everyone for the past two weeks. In case you don't remember, I've known you longer than these assholes, and you're not like that. So spill."

Alastor didn't respond immediately to the… Question? It was more like an order. Either he had to think of a convincing enough lie, or tell the truth. And since the latter was not an option, and Husk had already broken through several of the excuses Alastor had given, there weren't many options left.

"If you're just gonna give me more bullshit, then don't even bother saying anything." Ding.

"Very well then! I won't! Make sure you're on time this evening, six o' clock sharp!" With that, Alastor simply walked away, with Husk facepalming in the background.

Only ten in the morning! There's so much left to prepare! Hot chocolate couldn't be made more than an hour early, and many of the foods had to be fresh and warm to ensure they were at top quality. At least the cookies, cake, and appetizers had been finished the night before; things would be slightly easier today.

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Alastor was never grateful to have an extra pair of hands assisting him. Or, well… three pairs.

"So? You got it figured out yet?" While Arakniss worked on following the recipes that had been laid out for him, Alastor was gathering ingredients for the ones yet to come. Many of which, he promptly dropped after hearing that question. That gave Niss a much needed chuckle; no matter how many times they talked about this, it never failed to send Alastor short circuiting.

“Yes, well… I believe so? Things have been… Written out, and… Well the decorations are gorgeous, you should see them!”

Niss only rolled his eyes at the nervous deflection. “You’re gonna do fine, dance lessons will come in handy soon. Be dancin’ with my fratello before the night’s over, easy.”

Somehow, the thought of that wasn’t as comforting as it should have been. For that to happen, Alastor would actually have to go through with his confession, and Angel would have to actually accept it. Even with that low likelihood, if it managed to happen, Alastor’s online lessons in tango may not have been near enough to actually perform it well. In front of everyone else that was invited.

"There's a very good chance I could step on his feet. Hooves are a bit more rough than normal shoes."

Niss gave a half laugh, half scoff at that. "Look, you're gonna do just fine. I know it pretty decent, you need some last minute practice?"

Alastor glanced up to the clock. Three hours left, and most things only took a few minutes to prepare…

"That would be quite nice."

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So far, things had run smoothly. Husk wasn't offering anyone alcohol, Niffty was cleaning up the little spills and crumbs, and the dessert table was quite the success. Almost all the savory and sweet things had been eaten, with Angel seeming to take a particular favor to the strawberry cookies. Though, if Alastor had been honest, he wasn't paying much attention to everyone else. With Angel's plus one being Cherri, they'd had enough fun with all the energetic songs to make time fly past. Alastor had tried choosing the playlist for the evening, but Vaggie took over that quickly once she saw the old things he was choosing.

Thirty minutes left until everyone's curfew. Thirty minutes left until the end of the event. And Alastor hadn't said a single word to anyone besides Husk, about refilling the drinks when things ran low, and Charlie, assuring her he was keeping an eye out for any damages while she enjoyed the night with her girlfriend.

It was now. Or it was never. Alastor gave a gesture to some stranger that had been volunteered to run the music, and it was cut off as the radio demon made his way onto the center of the small stage.

"I hope you're all having an enjoyable time here. I simply wish to say a few words, a toast, if you will, without the drinks. To our honorable staff members, that worked hard to make this event what it was." Only Charlie was the one aware that was bullshit, that Alastor had planned everything out himself and only allowed the others to help if absolutely necessary. He'd done a very good job of hiding the bags under his eyes, she noticed.

“As you all know, I have given many speeches throughout both life and death. Though many have been broadcast, many a time has it been an intimate gathering among those I… used to consider my friends. As one might predict, never in those speeches have I been at a loss for words or needing to plan things out. Until of course… Now. Perhaps it is because you are no longer strangers, and yet you are far from friends either.”

“I told you we couldn’t trust him.” As quiet as Vaggie’s words were, Alastor’s ears picked them up easily. His smile faltered for only a second, unnoticeable to anyone besides his newfound friend Arakniss, standing in the doorway out of sight.

“You see, in the many months since I joined this staff, I have grown to consider you all as…”

...of course. Alastor knew this was going to happen. Each time he tried to show any kind of gratitude, his throat closed up and he was unable to say the dreaded, emotional words. At least, this time, he had prepared.

“Family.”

To say that everyone was shocked, not only at the appearance of Alastor’s shadow clone standing proud next to him, but at the words it said, would be a terrible understatement.

“It is no secret to most of you that I have… unusual levels of difficulty expressing certain emotions, whereas my “friends” here have no trouble at all.” The last part of that phrase was said with slight menace, though not towards any of the members of the hotel; he was quick to learn how his shadows had been finishing his thoughts recently, filling everyone in on the feelings he would rather have kept hidden. There was a reason most of them, all except Al’s own, were banned from the event.

“As such, I am placing my trust in my other half,” accented with a bow while Alastor gestured towards it, “to help me today, and to ensure my meaning is not changed due to my own inability to speak my mind. Beginning with Charlie…”

As soon as the name was spoken, the shadow was no longer by his side, now standing in front of Charlie with a smile. Naturally, Vaggie reached for her concealed knife, but the shadow simply reached out a hand to take Charlie’s own, placing a small kiss on the top of it.

“When I first arrived here, I did not hesitate to let you know exactly what I thought of this idea of yours. Though I still do not believe the end to your means is possible, you have still managed great success, in your own way. Just look around!” Alastor twirled in a circle, using his microphone to gesture to the crowd in front of him. “More and more people are smiling like they never have before! Whether your ultimate goal ends in complete failure, or minor success…”

Silence. And then another gesture with his microphone, this time to the shadow, who spoke in his characteristic deeper, distorted version of the radio demon’s own voice.

“Your kind heart has made a great influence on many people. Hell is lucky to have someone such as yourself to be next in line for power.”

Ignoring the shocked expression on each face, the shadow moved on before anyone was able to comment on the uncharacteristic compliment, stepping to stand in front of Vaggie and perform the same gesture. Or at least, attempting to do so before she pulled her hand away. In response, the shadow simply crossed its hands behind its back.

"My dear, I'm well aware that I have done very little in an attempt to impress you, or not rebut the many tales you've heard of my name. In truth, I'm gar more used to having enemies than friends. If anything, you had the most expected reaction!" With that came a chorus of laughter, all background noises created by Alastor himself. Surprisingly, she didn't consider this situation funny.

"But, regardless of your views on me, allow me to share my opinion of you. Rather abrasive, tough, and perhaps too defensive." Vaggie looked as though she was ready to run upstage and punch him, only held back by Charlie's hand on her arm. "Yet undoubtedly, you are strong-willed and protective. Indeed, an admirable quality, one that I self proclaim to share." A quick bow and gesture of the microphone, a humble gesture though it contradicted the previous phrase. "It is for this reason that I greatly… respect and admire you. Perhaps one day, I can earn your favor, as you have mine."

The shadow moved with obvious intention past Angel Dust, but if anyone in the crowd noticed, they didn't comment. Rather, it made its way straight to the bar, quickly summoning a bottle of fine wine rather than attempting any sort of contact.

"Husk! My old friend! I trust that you've warmed up to me more since your arrival, my part in recent events having /nothing/ to do with that, I'm sure."

The resulting middle finger gave Alastor all the hint he needed; keep it short, the relationship was Arakniss wasn't public knowledge yet. "But regardless of that, or the intoxicating reasons you've chosen to say, you've done each individual here- a great service by staying, and we are lucky to have you."

The shadow didn't need to approach Niffty; she had been following it around since the beginning, and now its eyes were on her.

"My darling, you're quite the hard worker at this establishment. Enjoy it or not, you've likely done more work in a day than I ever have as co-owner! Though your job isn't what I'd like to mention." If anything, she was more confused than anyone else. "You're rather invasive, you like to listen in on my private conversations, and you are very persistent in matters that are, frankly, none of your business.” Niffty looked almost heartbroken. “However, in doing so, you are never critical or judgemental. Rather, you are kind, encouraging, understanding. For each of these reasons combined, you are the obnoxious, lovable little sister I never had.” The shadow dissipated as she tried to hug the incorporeal being, but a hand ruffled her hair to reduce the disappointment regardless.

“As for the final member of our staff-” The shadow quietly approached Angel before Al held out a hand to stop it. “We will speak another time.” The quiet whispers in certain patches showed that he wasn’t the only one who knew precisely what that phrase meant, but of course the shadow couldn’t simply leave things up to fate. Rather, he told a hold of angel’s face once the crowd’s attention was redirected, whispering “mon cher” in his ear, so quietly no one but Angel could hear. He may not have spoken a word of french, but with the odd seductive tone, he at least hoped he could figure out the meaning.

“But, enough of the sappy things. It’s a wonderful night! Célébrer, my friends, celebrate!”

Angel was quick to run as the peaceful buzz started and anyone could ask questions, as was Arakniss, but to stop Alastor from collapsing as soon as he was out of sight. His knees buckled and Niss was the only thing stopping him from hitting the floor.

“...what have I just done?”

Arakniss didn't have a fast enough answer before Angel came in through the back door, looking unusually pissed off. "Al, what the fuck was that about!?" Immediately, Alastor stood up and pushed away the guiding arm that was intended to steady him.

"I- My apologies, but-"

"You're really gonna go and say nice shit to everyone but me? And make it fuckin' obvious? Geez, if you really hated me that bad you shoulda just said so." Angel had a lot more to say, but with Niss standing behind Alastor motioned for him to shut the fuck up, he kept quiet for only a second.

"I… did not wish to… say certain things in front of the staff, is all."

"Well go on and spit it out then, I'm listening-"

"This is quite difficult enough without your argument, if you would please allow me to speak."

Something about the sincerity, and unusual level of fear, in Alastor's voice made Angel fall silent as Arakniss excused himself out the back door. A quick memory came of the phrase the shadow had said to him, though it didn't last long once it showed up again, taking Angel's hand as it had Charlie's.

"You're very… irritating. You're overly lewd, and brash, and there's many things about you that spark my wrath easier than anything." Alastor couldn't get any further than that, and an awkward silence followed. Angel staring with a mix of anger and confusion, while Alastor felt his face growing brighter red with each passing second. They had a script to follow. Just like the ones he had written for everyone else. Yet he couldn't remember a single word of it. Part of him just wanted to run, allow Angel to finish enjoying his night, and never speak of this moment again. Part of him also knew he'd never forgive himself if he did that.

"You're enchanting." No going back now. His shadow had full control, and all Alastor could do was stand there and watch. "I can't express how much I care for you. My eyes have been on you since the first day we met. Your eyes, your voice, your personality… All beautiful. I'd give you the world should you ask for it. I've been enamoured with you since the day we met, and I'd be honored if I could call you mine."

There was silence for about a minute, and no one moved. Angel held an unreadable expression, and Alastor's heart broke when he eventually pulled the hand away. Here comes the rejection he knew would happen. At least now, he could be able to move on.

"Look, Al… you're… really amazing, like… Holy shit, I…" Angel laughed and shook his head, pushing back his hair with one hand. "If I had any kinda common sense I'd shove ya against the wall now and kiss ya, but…" He nervously glanced at the shadow, and Alastor's heart rose into his throat as he realized what might need to be done.

"It's… Weird. Not havin' you say it. I mean it's you, but… Not really. And it's kinda hard to believe it's real if I'm not hearing it from you."

Alastor wasn't sure what exactly Angel expected him to do. But what he actually did was nod silently as his smile began to fade, and walk out the door, leaving the distraught shadow behind with a shocked expression.

"Don't look at me like that! It's fuckin weird, like if my brother had just gone and told him all the stuff I think about him. You can't blame me for that!" It didn't respond, fading out into the darkness. Angel didn't have much choice but to head out back to the party, where the final song was playing. A tango. Hand-picked, for the dance that Alastor had spent over a month learning, not that Angel would ever learn that now.

For the first time, Alastor allowed himself to cry in front of someone else as soon as he met Arakniss outside.

He cared. He really did. Angel cared for him.

But that meant nothing if Alastor couldn't learn to say the words out loud for himself. Such a bittersweet feeling. Besides the occasional choked sobs, not a sound left his mouth. If he couldn't learn to say the words, all his work will have been for nothing. Somehow, knowing that was worse than if he had just been turned down.

It had been over two weeks since Alastor had attempted to sleep, and four days since he had any rest at all. Too busy.

"When you allow your heart to lead you, it drives you off a cliff."

#hazbin hotel #alastor #angel dust #radiodust #radio demon #the radio demon #fluff #angst #pining #valentines day #im legitimately proud of this #3000 words is a lot considering i normally cap around 500 nowadays #original post

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izzy-b-hands · 4 years

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You Send Me: Chapter Seven

Tag List: @xmxisxforxmaybe

A little bit of sweet sleepy Freddie, one great Detroit show, and one not so much, and a new job for the reader (unofficially, but still, a new job title is a new additional job title!)

Drunken antics coming up after this, because of course they’re going to have a bit of fun trying to lighten up after a shit show. Look out for that in the next chapter, and for now, enjoy this slightly calmer one!

My love to all who read/like/reblog!

A finished 10 hour drive and one successful show later, and Freddie was peacefully snoring in your arms in the latest hotel. They would play another show at the same venue tomorrow night, and for now they all needed rest.

Freddie, especially. You had slept on and off during the drive to Detroit, but each time you’d woken up he was always somehow still awake, talking with one of the guys or the crew, or playing with your short hair, running his fingers through it slowly. You had no idea how he’d managed to stay awake like that, but he was certainly paying the price now.

He didn’t move an inch as you left the bed to turn on the TV, and only made the lightest of sounds at the loudness of the show playing before you could turn down the volume.

You could almost pretend it was normal. That you weren’t on tour, just in a poorly decorated room in a house together, resting after a night out. There was a coffee maker that made terrible coffee, but you made enough for both of you regardless, watching him sleep while it brewed. The TV droned some random local news network, and it was wonderfully comfortable.

There was a knock at the door a few hours later, too delicate to have been Roger.

Sure enough, there stood Brian instead, with John behind him. “We were going out for a bit, before heading over to the venue to rehearse. Thought we’d see if the two lovebirds want to come with.”

You gestured to the bed. “Someone’s still sleeping, so probably not. But I can make sure he’s up and ready and to the venue for rehearsal.”

They nodded.

“Three hours from now,” John said. “Not a long rehearsal either, only a quick run and then he can come back and sleep more if he wants, make sure he knows.”

“I’ll let him know,” you replied, and shut the door as they walked away.

You thought maybe that would have roused him, but he had only rolled over and promptly knocked out again.

You were tempted to wake him, for a moment, to let him know, but it was hard to when he looked so peaceful. Instead, you rubbed his back and waited until his eyes fluttered open on their own.

“What time is it?”

“You have rehearsal in-” you checked your watch. “About two hours now. John said it’ll be quick. But I’m to make sure you make it there.”

He dropped his face into the pillow and sighed. “But it’s the same thing we did last night.”

“I know, but they requested...”

“I’m requesting another day off,” he grumbled.

“There’s one scheduled after Kalamazoo,” you reminded him.

“That we don’t have to spend traveling,” he continued.

“Ah. Well...maybe there’ll be another stage full of rats and water damage?”

He sighed and flopped onto his back, gesturing for you to come close.

“I don’t think this is helping you get ready for rehearsal,” you said as you snuggled up against him.

“It is, very much so,” he protested, and you looked up only to find his eyes closed again.

“In fact, I think you’re just trying to pull me down for a shared nap.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” he smiled, bringing his other hand to cover your eyes. “But let’s pretend that was it, and maybe just pretend we both fell asleep and so you couldn’t wake me, hm?”

“Are you okay?”

He nodded. “It wears on a person fast, this routine. I’m not one to layabout constantly or anything, but Christ. There’s never a chance to breathe, not for long, at least. When I’m old, we’ll have to slow this down. Or do less dates, or have more breaks, or something.”

“And what will ‘old’ be for you?”

“Thirty-five,” he mused. “Think the boys will go for that?”

“That’s not old,” you laughed. “I think you could convince them of that by sixty, maybe, but even then, you guys don’t seem the type to slow down for much of anything.”

He nodded. “That’s true. And just watch, I say that I want it slowed down, and then I’d be miserable that way. It’s just the nature of the beast, of touring. Never quite comfortable, never quite happy, never quite enough time to stop and relax.”

He paused. “Well, except for the happy bit, this time. I’m plenty happy, with you, though I do wish we could actually go out and see these cities more.”

“Could always come back, off tour,” you replied. “Take our time, only go to the cities we’re really interested in, rather than what’s on the roster.”

“That would be nice,” he said. “I still have to get up, don’t I?”

“I’m so sorry, but yeah. Otherwise I’ll have Brian and John after me,” you answered.

“We can’t have that. One or the other maybe, but not both,” Freddie murmured as he struggled out of the bed, yawning the entire time, stretching like a cat after a good nap, enough that you could hear his back crack. “You stay here and rest, if you can. I doubt there’s anything you’ll need to do until show time.”

“I don’t mind coming with. Besides, Crystal and the guys keep bugging me to sort of practice the routines back stage, getting more used to where certain supplies are kept.”

He turned and frowned. “In what world are you doing so badly, exactly? I mean, have we been going to different shows, or something? Because I can tell when the crew is off, and nothing has seemed off at all.”

You shrugged. “They want to put me through the paces, and that’s fair.”

His frown didn’t disappear, and strengthened as he walked to the coffee pot. “What is this?”

“Supposed to be coffee, but having drank it, I don’t think that’s what it is,” you said. “Sludge from a long gone era? Might be fossils in it somewhere, could be worth something.”

“If that’s the case, they must surely be irradiated,” Freddie sniffed. “I’ll forgo this, I think.”

“That is probably the best decision to make about it,” you agreed. “I’m sort of afraid I may have poisoned myself drinking it, quite frankly. If I drop dead tomorrow-”

“Sue the hotel, the coffee maker company, and the company that produced the coffee beans,” Freddie interrupted. “Got it.”

“I was going to say make sure I have a decent funeral and a cremation, but sure, that too,” you giggled.

He shook his head and laughed as he got ready, wrangling random bits of clothing from his bag and doing what all of you had been doing (sniffing each article, trying desperately to remember the last day you’d hit a laundromat, and finally giving up and just putting it on and hoping for the best.)

“You could look excited,” you teased as you locked the room and followed Freddie down the hall.

“I am excited,” he said. “I don’t look it?”

“You look tired,” you said softly, resisting the urge to wrap an arm around his waist. “John did say you could come back and sleep some more, after the run through.”

He waved away the idea. “If I’m up, I’m up. May as well just stay at the venue at that point.”

“True,” you agreed, as you knew you would likely do the same yourself.

“You’ve got to be faster!” the tech scolded you. “At least a little bit. What if Brian was onstage now, and needed that string replaced?”

“I’m going as quick as I can without making a bunch of noise,” you protested. You’d been copying the quick but quiet walk that the rest of the crew seemed to have mastered, and you didn’t think you were going any slower than any of them.

The tech threw up his hands. “Fine. Just try and be faster, if you can, alright?”

“Of course,” you replied, and walked back towards the edge of the backstage area as he waved you off.

Rehearsal had quickly devolved into the boys hanging out together, and it was one of the sweetest things you’d seen. Aside from sleeping on the van, you weren’t sure you’d seen them more relaxed before.

“I know you probably know nothing about drums,” Crystal said, suddenly behind you, and you jumped a foot.

He chuckled. “Sorry. Anyway, I know you probably need some training on that, actually, I can tell-”

You were getting more than a bit sick of the presumptions. As it happened, you had been one of the go-to staff for assisting drum techs at the venue back home, but apparently none of that mattered here, and all your previous knowledge was erased.

“Oh, no,” you said sarcastically. “I’ll just be stopping at KFC to get Roger his drumsticks for the night.”

There was a beat, and you couldn’t tell what Crystal would do next.

He broke out laughing, and the tension thankfully fell.

“Fucking hell. Fine then, maybe we aren’t training you from the ground up. But we’ve had some issues the last few nights and I need an extra pair of hands right by me. Can I count on you?”

“You can,” you said confidently. “I’ll even still go get everyone KFC if you want.”

He smiled, and shook his head. “I should warn the rest. Hanging out with Fred is sharpening you up, making you snappy. Soon we won’t be able to tease you at all.”

You smiled, but inside you were grimacing. If all they saw you as was the office punching bag, then you weren’t having it, at least not anymore. You were trying to pull your weight, what more could they ask of you?

“Y/N!” Roger came dodging behind the curtain. “We’re going out exploring a bit more, and the crew is invited. Are you all ready?”

“Rog,” Crystal scolded. “We really ought to stay here, finish up.”

“Everything basically is finished, they haven’t had any shows in between us,” Roger protested.

But Crystal laid a hand on your shoulder, pulling you his direction. “Come on, Y/N. Let’s get to work. I’ll show you what the latest trouble spots are, so you’re ready to help me fix them during the show.”

“You’re no fun!” Roger called, but he smiled as he said it, before dashing back out onstage.

“Fun we may not be, but we help keep it all running,” Crystal said. “Don’t forget that, Y/N. There’s plenty of fun and games to be had, but the job comes first, fun and stories to tell later second.”

You nodded, having a feeling he wasn’t pleased at how you’d been attached to Freddie whenever you weren’t working. But Freddie was, essentially, one of your bosses, and he hadn’t expressed any issue with it. Nor had the rest of the band, for that matter. Just the crew seemed to take issue with it, and it made you wonder why Crystal had defended you at all before.

“Don’t look so glum,” Crystal smiled. “Tonight is going to be a good one, I can just tell. Maybe we’ll get by with less problems and more smooth running.”

“I didn’t even notice that the last few nights had any problems,” you admitted. “Everything seemed just fine.”

“Ah,” Crystal said. “That’s because you’re green yet. You’re used to one venue, one sound system, one same everything. And you haven’t gotten your ears pessimistic enough; once you do you can hear any teeny tiny mistake from a mile away. And half the time, hearing it makes you want to be a mile away. But you’ve got to own the fuck ups, and try and fix them as best you can.”

“Is that advice only for concerts, or for life?”

“Yes,” Crystal replied. “Now, let’s go over where everything is, just once more for safety’s sake...”

“Y/N!” Crystal sounded desperate, and you could barely hear him from where he was hidden underneath Roger’s seat, trying to replace something, you weren’t entirely sure what at this point, since there wasn’t much that hadn’t been replaced already.

That was because it seemed like Roger’s entire kit was working actively to fall apart and off itself, and it was starting to drive all of you mad. From the first song in, there had been one thing or another, and now, as you saw when you ran up to them, a cymbal had somehow come tumbling off.

“How in the fuck?” you muttered as you tried to get it back on, fumbling on the floor for the rivet that was supposed to help hold it in place.

“I don’t know,” Roger sighed. “Thank you, though.”

They’d cut his mic, and thankfully moved the lights off of him while you worked, but you were sure the crowd was noticing the change in sound. Even working as fast as you could wasn’t enough.

Finally, it seemed held together, and you and Crystal dipped backstage. You watched carefully as Roger smacked the cymbal that had gone rogue, and let yourself breathe as it held on.

“I jinxed us, apparently,” Crystal murmured as he gestured you to follow him. “Should never have said it would be a good night, I guess.”

“No, sometimes things just go wrong,” you said. “As long as Roger doesn’t start falling apart next, we’ll be fine. Unless you have hidden replacement parts for him somewhere too.”

Crystal bit back a laugh. “Good point, and no, I don’t. But plenty is gonna be falling apart once they get backstage.”

He wasn’t wrong either. The band made it backstage before you did, and the green room was...well.

It was destroyed.

You’d heard tales of what Queen and really any band could do after a rough show, but this was a lot. Mirrors were busted, there was somehow a tear in the couch against the wall, chairs flung across the room, a few makeup palettes had been tossed and broken against the wall, the food table had its contents shoved down it (to the end with a trash can sitting there, at least), and they were all sat in the wreckage, fuming.

You didn’t say a word as you started to clean up the bits and pieces of the room, making note of each broken item as you had been trained, so you could figure out how much the band would have to payout to the venue to replace things.

Not one of them said a word, but Freddie was suddenly by you, and grabbed you by the wrist.

He was gentle as he led you to the hall by the green room, but he flopped into your arms hard enough you had to actively catch him.

“Hey,” you said softly. “It’s okay.”

“It isn’t,” he muttered. “That was horrid. If I had my way, we’d never play here again, what an absolute embarrassment.”

“Can I tell you a secret?”

He leaned off of you and nodded, still holding onto your hands, thumbs rubbing at the palms.

“Before I worked at the venue, and even now, there’s still so much I don’t know about a rock show. So I can’t hear the mistakes, or catch them. You guys can, because you’re professionals, this is all you do, all day, every day, most days. Crystal said eventually I’ll get that way too,” you said. “But for now? I can guarantee that most, if not all, of that crowd are the same as me. They couldn’t hear it, and if they could? Hell, they might have thought you were just doing something experimental. It’s easy to beat yourself up over a bad show, but don’t be too hard on yourselves, okay?”

He sighed. “Can we hire you as band therapist?”

“I’m not accredited, I’ve got a Bachelors in the Arts for Christ’s sake,” you joked. “But sure, if you want.”

“I mean it,” he mumbled as he let his head rest again on your shoulder. It was slightly ridiculous, tall as he was compared to you, but it was sweet all the same. It was wonderful to see that he apparently felt that safe with you. “You get another title, Band Therapist. You can come talk sense into us after bad shows.”

“Is that your way of saying we’re getting drinks again, and you want me to soothe everyone else too?”

He nodded, and brought himself back up off of you. “I should go change.”

You patted his back, and made sure he made it into the green room before searching for Crystal to give him the list of damages.

You might have been band therapist, but you certainly weren’t an accountant for the band, and for that you were grateful, especially now.

#text post #LeeH writes #Queen band fic #freddie mercury x reader #freddie mercury x male reader

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chaoticneutralwriter · 5 years

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15; Dark Chocolate

In which you recall satisfying your hunger with expensive chocolate but Jimin satisfied his in a very... different way.

idol!Jimin x staff!reader

genre: fluff, comedy, romance, things get a little spicy/steamy, slow-burn

word count: 6.3k (ooof)

A/N: So I decided to jump ahead in the timeline for this AU bc OOOF you know that look has birthed how many AUs and got me feelin’ all kinds of ways the power of Park Jimin. And whoo okay first stab at writing something a little more intimate and i suuucckkk so ;w; keep your expectations low.

You breathe in deeply, trying to regulate your palpitating heart because you cannot afford to be sweating in this dress right now. Funny and ironic because the dress is precisely the reason why you’re very close to breaking out into a nervous sweat. It’s a fancy award show in Japan, one of which you had to be part of the ‘escort’ team for the boys which you had no problem with (hey, it’s free access to a full award show), only part of the job was also having to adhere to the dress code.

Your coworker had more of a field day than you when she heard the news, and aggressively insists that she helped you pick out your dress. In part of her insistence, she had talked you into wearing a rather daring number because, ‘you can’t have those idol girls show you up in front of your man! You need to work it girl!’

And you can’t say her hype-woman ways didn’t get to you because here you are, about to step out of your hotel room to meet up with the rest of the team in that very same dress. The deep crimson colour is nice, it’s definitely something you’d wear but the cut of it is a whole other story. It had a plunging neckline that you can’t say you were use to but as if that wasn’t enough of being out of your comfort zone, the dress had a dual split-front right up each leg that allows for double the Angelina Jolie stance. The only thing saving you from chickening out completely in changing into your ‘backup’ is the long sleeve of the dress; it makes you feel a little…less exposed. Red strapped heels, a little smokey eye, loose waves that was side swept completed your ensemble that had you practically holding up a sign that screams, ‘Lady in Red.'

You reach up to tuck the loose strand of hair back behind your ear, scowling a little at how shaky your hand had become. You huff once; trying to settle yourself once again by giving a pep talk that you can do this. You can totally march out of here and sashay your way like you own this place. Girl, you. Look. Good.

Satisfied, you grab your small clutch, checking over if you forgot anything and then fling the door open before the surge of confidence goes away. Your heels are muted against the carpeted flooring of the hotel, but you put an extra stomp to your step to also keep yourself from tripping (heels and carpet are not a good combination). You round the corner just in time to the designated meeting spot, only finding a couple of people already there, dressed up to standard for the occasion.

You greet them with a bow though you modestly kept a hand close to your chest to avoid unnecessary flashing and smile shyly when compliments were given your way. It boosts your confidence a little, however it fans at your nerves just a little more as slowly but surely, the members start making their appearances.

“Ohh wow, noona.” Hoseok smiles widely, giving an approving nod your way that makes your cheeks heat up involuntarily. “You’re like a true ‘Lady in Red’. Ah, they’re done for now.”

You laugh breathlessly; waving off his comment as if he could really say anything about you when he looks about ready to kill half the nation with just his looks alone (the stylists has unleashed the forehead after all, your prayers to the fandom). You say so as much and he laughs boisterously in return, clearly embarrassed by the way his face flushes pink even under the foundation. As more of the boys trickle in, looking red carpet ready in a variety of black suits, the cycle is repeated; greetings were exchanged along with compliments and whoever threw it out first was given one in return and soon everyone is reduced to a bashful, awkward shy mess (even Seokjin, who held out the longest, had his ears turning redder than a tomato by the end of it).

It makes you feel a little at ease, the way these six arguably most sought out men are still not used to being dressed up and complimented for their good looks. However, your ease was short-lived when the last of the member, Jimin, strolls up, still in the process of shrugging on his jacket with the help of stylists trailing behind him; this man who you thought couldn’t steal your breath away any more than he did on a regular basis, is doing so to the point you don’t even know what breathing is anymore now.

He’s dressed in a classic black suit to match with the rest of his member’s look; no shine, no sparkles, just plain and simple but the clean look of it along with his coiffed, neatly styled hair had him looking like the heir to an insanely large business mogul, or better yet, an actual CEO of one. The moment he looks up from straightening and buttoning his jacket, eyes meeting yours….

Hoseok’s right; they’re done for, and by them he actually should’ve meant you because holy hell.

Jimin looks surprised for a moment as his gaze moves over you, feeling him taking you in and you resist the urge to swallow loudly but by the time his eyes trail back up to yours, it’s taken on a darken look that you can’t help but immediately break eye contact. Thankfully, the managers has taken to getting everyone moving once all was accounted for so the exchange had gone unnoticed, save for the ever watchful and attentive members who only share knowing smiles at one another.

Your focus is immediately drawn on the rundown of your duties and what’s expected of everyone who’s supporting that’s being given. As much as it’s nice to get dolled up, you still had a job to do. So in a whirlwind that you’re still not quite used to, you’re rushed into separate vans and transported to the venue.

As soon as you’ve arrived, you go your separate ways to be able to meet and escort the boys ahead of time, touch up their makeup and straighten their suits and direct them to the right staff members to be shown their seats.

You find yourself trying to catch your breath for the second time that night from all the rushing you had to do.

Right on time, the boys walk through after being interviewed on the red carpet, greeting the camera before disappearing down the hall to enter the auditorium through another set of doors meant for artists.

“Y/N-ssi, can you straighten Jimin-ssi’s tie? It looks like it’s bunching a little.” A makeup artist asks, glancing up only briefly from blotting Yoongi’s face. You gulp but nod regardless, tucking the makeup bag under your arm before you move to where the blonde is standing. He just got his makeup retouched, the makeup artist moving on quickly to the next member, which allowed for you to take her place in front of him. You firmly keep your eyes on his tie; gaze barely traveling up beyond his chin but the close proximity still has your heart beating faster than it should. You could practically feel his breath fanning against your forehead.

“You look beautiful tonight, noona.” He speaks lowly, keeping the conversation between just the two of you. It makes your breath hitch a little as you look up from beneath your lashes, straightening his tie as best you can.

“I look like a potatoe beside you.” You say in an attempt to brush off the compliment from burning your cheeks off; it doesn’t work thanks to Jimin’s breathless chuckle.

“Don’t say that. If anything, you’ll be a sweet potatoe; my favourite.”

You snort a little before covering it up by clearing your throat. You can only smack him lightly against his chest for giving such a greasy line. He doesn’t seem to care if the wide grin on his face is anything to go by. Your hands travel up to fix his collar and it’s then that you feel him leaning closer; much too close to having one’s collar be fixed. You subtly begin to lean back, but all he does is follow and that’s when you know; he’s teasing you.

The little shit.

You give one last pat before stepping away completely, his cologne lingering in your senses. He sends you a smirk before he’s rushed off with the rest to get to their seats. You let out a sigh, giving your own pat on the face to get a hold of yourself as you’re being called away.

“Since you’ll be seated in a VIP section, can you film some footage for Bangtan Bombs?” A VJ asks, handing you a handy cam. You’ve only been given permission to film a couple of times but it’s enough for you to get the gist of working the camera and what sorts of footage they want.

Flashing your staff badge around your neck, you’re lead to your own seating section, placed at the very edge of the artist seating area up top. If you strained your neck a bit, you spot the backs of the boys’ heads and though you had to also angle yourself to get a view of the stage, you were satisfied with your seating (and you get your own modesty blanket too, sweet). Settling in, you brace yourself for the long ride.

Halfway through the show and about three awards won by the boys later, you set your camera down to give your arm a rest during a commercial break. You roll your shoulders, trying to work out the kinks and contemplate on going to the restroom to freshen up and stretch your legs.

One bathroom trip later, all the water is gone from your stomach, which makes you realize how hungry you actually are. Is there a secret snack table for artists somewhere that you can mooch off from? Damn it, that’s what you forgot: snacks in your clutch, you should’ve snuck some.

Pouting, you make your way back to your seat only to be stopped by none other than Jimin. He smiles before waving you over from his seat next to Namjoon’s (who’s missing, probably a bathroom break like you) and curiously, you make your way over.

“Is there something you need?” You ask, grabbing the larger fabric of your dress to make a makeshift modesty blanket to kneel down without flashing anyone and lean a little closer to him to talk over the noise. Jimin, in turn, leans in and you had to hold yourself back from shivering when his voice comes close to your ear.

“When we go perform, you can take my seat to film; it has a better view of the stage.”

You blink perplexedly but all he does is shoot you a charming smile that has you blushing almost immediately. You avert your gaze, clearing your throat and hurriedly agree to slink back to your seat, already feeling the heat of the cameras, no doubt from Jimin’s fan sites. You’d rather not have a field day in doing damage control if anything gets blown out of proportion. However, Jimin seems to have other ideas.

“How are you enjoying the show? Are you doing okay?” His hand subtly grazes the wrist of your hand that’s hidden from prying eyes, stopping you from your retreat. You nearly keen over at the genuinely sweet concern he has but also very well nearly combust at the same time.

“I’m doing okay, I’m also really enjoying the show and performances. Also,” You beam, can’t help the widening smile that stretches across your painted lips. “Congratulations, to you and Bangtan; looks like you’ll each be getting a trophy before the end of the night.”

Jimin’s own smile takes up his face, eyes crinkling to crescents as he bashfully tilts his head to the side as if trying to hide the pink tinge taking up his cheeks. “Ah, noona, don’t say that…”

You let out a little laugh but compose yourself as you catch sight of the broadcasting camera getting into position and the big screen showing their last advertisement, signaling the start of the show again.

“I should get going.” You say, making show of fixing your staff badge around your neck.

“Ah, yeah.” Jimin makes a move to run his hand through his hair but stops himself midway, realizing he shouldn’t ruin it and instead places it on the back of his neck to rub shyly, averting his gaze. You hold back a giggle at how cute he looks. Before you straighten up fully, he speaks up again. “I hope you look forward to our stage.”

You smile back at him, not hiding your enthusiasm. “Of course I will.”

And you were definitely not disappointed. Their stage has never failed to amaze you and the audience alike; always so pumped with energy, precision, and showmanship that have the auditorium shaking (literally! You swore you felt your seat vibrate to the beat of the song). As well as per Jimin’s suggestion, you got quite the view and you swear more than once you’ve caught Jimin purposefully going towards your side of the stage just to show off.

Cheeky.

But as fast as the excitement came, it’s over in a flash and before you know it, you’re preparing to leave for the hotel. Everyone is rightfully exhausted and you don’t blame them; the entire night you didn’t think the boys were in their seats for more than fifteen minutes at a time. However, there’s still a slight buzz in the air that conveyed their good mood as everyone piled into the vans. Even so, a shower and warm bed (and maybe some room service) is something everyone is looking forward to now.

You all pile into the elevator, the boys chattering amiably with each other about their performances, the awards and how thankful they are that everything went smoothly and no one got hurt, as well as the awards they were blessed with.

“I told Jimin you guys would probably be getting an award each to carry home by the end of the night. I should’ve turned it into a bet.” You playfully say, causing most of the boys to laugh.

“Wow, you would’ve made a fortune!” Seokjin exclaims while still laughing. The blonde in question giggles before you feel his arm wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to him until you feel the heat of his body. He’s changed out of the suit and tie like the rest of the boys, wearing a comfy sweatshirt and dark pants. His hair is still styled and he’s yet to wipe off his makeup too, but the dressed down appearance makes him radiate boyfriend vibes.

“I’ll buy you something nice then as a way to congratulate you on your prediction.” And if you weren’t already flustered enough, he places a chaste kiss on the top of your head. It elicits a series of whoops and hollers that practically shake the lift.

“I—That’s not what I mean, you don’t have to do that Jimin-ah.” You mutter bashfully.

“What if I want to spoil you?” is his confident reply.

“Oohhh!! Manly Park Jimin-ssi!!” Hoseok whoops, joined in by Jungkook who’s contorting his expression into something between hardcore cringing and wholesome hyping.

You try to seem appalled by the renewed ruckus but can only muster a half-hearted smack to Jimin’s chest before burying your face in it when the catcalls from the other boys don’t stop.

“Hey, stop guys you’re making her shy.” You hear Jimin reprimand lightly, hearing the slight laughter reverberate from his chest as he rubs your back in comfort. “Don’t mind them noona.”

“Okay, okay, leave the two lovebirds alone guys.” Namjoon chimes in just as the lift reaches the right floor. You had to hold back a laugh on that as you remove your face from your makeshift hiding space by the way Jimin whines at his other members to stop teasing him. You all shuffle out and the boys start going their separate ways to their rooms except for Jimin, who’s seems very adamant on keeping you glued to his side as he leads you in the direction of your room.

With the shouts of goodnights (and more teases) dying down behind you, you’re finally left alone in the quiet hotel hallway with the handsome blonde.

“Are you hungry? Should we have dinner together before sleeping?” Jimin asks, voice taking on a low timbre. As if by the mention of food, you feel and hear your stomach rumble and growl as if agreeing for you. It pulls a tinkling laugh from Jimin, one that makes you duck your head in embarrassment, even though you had no intentions of turning down his suggestion, so you could only mumble a yes.

You think you hear a ‘cute’ amongst his giggling as you fish out your room card and unlock your door. As you both head inside, he gives your waist a squeeze before breaking off to head over to the phone.

“What do you want to eat noona?” He calls from over his shoulder as you awkwardly try to unstrap your heels and walk at the same time, eager to flop onto your bed.

“A salmon fillet? Maybe miso ramen…?” You trail off, not really sure because you just need sustenance so Jimin’s affirmation noise of hearing your initial answer doesn’t bother you. You finally get your heels off with a huff of relief, flinging them to where you think your luggage is and as you’re about to swan dive into your downy duvets, you’re stopped by the sight of a dark brown box, tied with a nice golden bow, situated perfectly in between two lumps of towels folded expertly to look like swans.

Chocolates.

More specifically; Godiva chocolates.

Bless.

You like to thank God but also Jesus for allowing you to have this bougie job to be able to get these bougie chocolates in your time of need, you think as you nearly mangle the perfect bow of the ribbon in getting the lid open to the cocoa goodness inside.

Each piece looks delectable and mouth watering, so you didn’t give it much thought as you pluck one out and pop it into your mouth. You moan to yourself in satisfaction as the first rich taste of chocolate hits your taste buds, your stomach approving as well. You get through the first piece in no time, eager to pick out a second one. As you work through your second piece, you actually take a look at the back of the lid to see what flavours you’re currently eating and which are left (though to be honest, it’s not like it’ll change your mind on not eating them since they all sound as delicious as they look).

“What’re you up to pretty girl?”

You’re startled by a deep Busan drawl and you’re quick to realize that it’s Jimin who snuck up behind you while you were so immersed with your chocolate studying. You swallow the piece in your mouth loudly (you rather not risk choking on it instead), eyes wide from his close proximity. He only smirks mischievously at you, eyes hooded and dark like you had seen just briefly when you first walked out of your room, making your breath hitch a little before his eyes drift to your point of interest.

“Oh, chocolates! Were they complimentary?” And like that, sweet, angelic Jimin is switched back and it takes you a moment to reorient yourself.

“Y-Yeah; found them on the bed and…got kinda hungry…” You answer lamely. Jimin hums noncommittally, wrapping his arms around your middle and resting his chin on your shoulder so naturally that you’re a little envious at how easily he initiates skinship.

“Looks good, can I have one?” His breath tickles your cheek and you have to fight off a shudder to hold up the box and offer it to him. He doesn’t make any movement to reach for one and as you throw him a questioning look, he shoots you a grin before opening his mouth with an ‘ah’ in response.

Ah, this little—

“I don’t know which one you want.” Your voice comes out strained, trying to keep cool. Jimin takes the time to laugh.

“I think anything you give me will be good.”

“But you have hands….”

“But I like being fed. Especially if it’s you.”

Wow…. You’re about to ascend soon.

You can only blink at him, having been rendered speechless with a gradually heating face and all he does is smile back innocently. It goes on for what seems like minutes before he nudges you and throws in his finishing move; a pout. You give in.

Taking a glance at the chocolate box, you scan it briefly before picking a piece out and bring it up to Jimin, who eagerly leans forward to capture it with his mouth. Least to say, nothing could've prepared you for the feeling of warm, plush lips brushing against your fingertips. You’re lucky that the chocolate piece was in his mouth or else you would’ve definitely dropped it by how fast you take back your hand in surprise, heart racing a mile a minute.

Jimin doesn’t seem to mind, chewing cheerfully and letting out an exaggerated hum of satisfaction. “Mmm… These really are Godiva chocolate huh?”

You nod, trying to calm yourself by choosing another piece of chocolate to devour. You take one blindly and pop it into your mouth without thought, letting the sweet taste wash over you and it seems to do the trick.

“Noona.”

You turn on instinct and are met with a familiar feeling: warm, plush lips. Only this time, they graze the corner of your mouth. It’s so feather-light that for a moment you weren’t sure if you actually felt them but he lingers, waiting and watching you. For a moment, you forget how to breathe (for the nth time).

“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself. Was that okay?” He asks carefully, voice a little above a whisper as if he doesn’t want to scare you. You feel his breath fan against your cheeks, the sweet smell of the chocolate faint but you find that his words were sweeter. It makes you smile.

“It’s fine…. You just surprised me.”

“Then…. Can I kiss you?”

The question never fails to make butterflies flutter in your stomach and you find that every time, your answer doesn’t change; you nod. You can see the way he lights up, holding a smile back before leaning in to press his lips fully on yours. You meet him halfway. The kiss is slow and tender, wherein Jimin takes his time in molding his lips to perfectly fit yours, enjoying the taste and feel. Though this isn’t the first time he’s kissed you, he still acts like it does, committing every moment to memory. You’re absolutely lost in the feeling, eyes shut and just letting your senses and him guide you that you almost miss the way he pulls you closer, shifting you so that you’re practically on his lap and facing more towards him.

You feel his hand cup the underside of your jaw, caressing lightly with his thumb and the rings on his fingers feel much cooler against your rapidly heating skin. There are moments that you two break away briefly, but as if like magnets, you draw back to each other for more. As the kiss drags on into a full blown make-out, Jimin gets more confident.

You feel the first brush of tongue against your bottom lip; it’s light and almost cautious, like he’s testing the waters. It takes you by surprise that your brain stutters to process it. Now this is definitely a first. It’s a first but you find yourself not wanting to shy away and though your heart is racing with anticipation and nerves, you still felt a sense of trust and security. So tentatively, you part your lips.

For a moment you think you’re doing it wrong but then you feel Jimin shift and then you feel a brush of his tongue again, this time against the roof of your mouth. You shiver involuntarily then, floundering but with Jimin’s coaxing, he draws you deeper into the kiss. You can practically taste the chocolate he just had: the sweet and bitter taste intermingling with the velvet feel of his lips and tongue. The new sensation has you sighing against his mouth, feeling like putty.

He pulls away slowly, lips swollen and you swear a little pinker thanks to your faded lip tint; you wonder if yours is in the same state. The bedside lamp casts dark shadows across his face, highlighting the sheen his lips have taken and not hiding how blown out his pupils have become. You’re both out of breath, panting as you take the other in but Jimin is evidently less in a daze than you are because he’s moving again with a mind made up.

He reaches for the forgotten chocolate box that you still have clutched in your hand, letting him take it from you to place on the nightstand.

“I think that’s enough chocolate; don’t want to spoil dinner.” Jimin’s voice has taken on a deep rasp that has your breath hitching in your throat, eyes smoldering in a way you’ve never seen before. You lick your lips out of nervous habit but the action seems to catch Jimin’s attention, dark eyes flitting to them before they come back up to lock on you again. And as if like a trigger, he leans forward, capturing your lips with a kiss that belies ferocity. You’re absolutely flustered that for a moment you have a hard time keeping up with the way he molds his lips to yours and suddenly you think you might be dinner.

Your hands find his shoulders as a brace and he seems to lean more into your touch eagerly. As he shifts to put more of his weight into you, you naturally let your hands travel to accommodate, leaving no resistance and soon, as if wanting to eliminate any space, he’s got you both falling back against the bed with your arms around his neck and him pulling you closer by your hips.

“I haven’t kissed you at all tonight.” He says breathlessly between kissing you senseless. “I thought I was going to go crazy.”

You let out a quiet laugh, not really understanding his dramatics but it’s hard to think properly when his lips are doing such a good job at distracting you. Jimin eventually lets his lips wander, pressing kisses to your jawline and moving downwards, keen on covering every surface of skin he can find.

“And you had to go looking like this too. Ah really, are you trying to kill me noona…” He sucks a kiss into your neck, just below your ear and like a knee-jerk reaction, your back arches and the first sounds of a soft moan is pulled from your lips. It comes out before you realize it and immediately you feel your face become redder than a tomato, eyes widening because holy shit….

Jimin freezes at the sound too, his ministrations halting though you can still feel his warm breath tickling against your damp skin. And then, you feel a twitch of his lips that you belatedly register as a smirk before they’re moving again on your neck. His newfound knowledge of the sensitive patch of skin lets him easily pull more breathy moans and soft whimpers from you. You’re starting to wonder who’s really trying to kill who at this point.

Evidently, his lips were not the only thing that’s wandering. You feel the weight of the hand on your hip begin to shift, trailing down until you feel deft fingers brush your bare thighs. Your leg twitch as you freeze, startled; you completely forgot your dress had those revealing slits. Jimin stills his hand, hovering just out of reach at your reaction and he lifts his head up from kissing your collarbones to meet your gaze, worry washing away the cardinal hunger.

“Sorry, I startled you. Do you want me to stop?”

You take the time to gather yourself, blinking away the haze. “Ah…” You’re not sure what to say, your clearing mind giving way for self-conscious thoughts to invade. It’s not that you didn’t like it, just that you’re still testing the waters yourself with being intimate with someone after so long. But despite your obvious fumbling, Jimin is patient and considerate, always making sure you’re comfortable above everything else.

You can’t contain a smile at the thought.

“What?” Jimin chuckles as he rests his hand on the mattress, the piercing grey-blue contacts he has on muted by the adoring gleam his eyes radiate; they practically drip honey.

“Nothing…. Thank you for being so concerned, Jimin.” You say sincerely, voice quiet from not wanting to break the intimate moment that’s still lingering in the air.

He shoots you a beaming smile, bringing up a hand to brush your hair back from your face.

“What are you saying? What kind of boyfriend would I be if I wasn’t?”

Boyfriend….

The word makes a warmth blossom in your chest, which is ironic enough because months before, the word had no meaning to you nor did you really want there to be. You remained indifferent to it. That is, until you met Jimin who’s managed to worm his way into your heart and you’ve never been more thankful.

“Mmm you’re right…” You grin back.

“Of course,” He says smugly, leaning forward to rest his forehead against yours, not before sneaking in a quick peck to the tip of your nose that has you giggling. “You could say you have the best boyfriend in the world.”

You hum, biting your lip to keep another fit of giggles from coming in an attempt to play coy. But what can you say; Park Jimin is a man with his words.

You sigh, feigning reluctance, “I guess I have no choice but to acknowledge it.”

Jimin smiles widely to the point his eyes disappear and he has to contain his own bout of giggles. “And you’re the best girlfriend in the world.” He says, voice full of affection before kissing you. Soon though, the soft, short kisses gradually turn deeper and longer.

“I don’t mind…” You get out huskily before you’re completely lost in the heat of it all again. Jimin pauses, a mere breadth away to register what your words meant but when he does, his breath hitches a little. His eyes search yours as if making absolute sure, to which you offer a small smile, not looking away from him as you raise a reassuring hand to rest on his cheek.

That’s all he needs to dive back in with renewed enthusiasm. Your senses were filled with nothing but Jimin; the feel of plush lips kissing yours swollen, the smell of his cologne, the softness of his hair as your fingers run through them and the sounds of his pants and muffled moans, all blending together into an intoxicating drug that has you wanting more.

Like a scene repeating itself, you feel the first brush of fingers along your thigh once again, only this time; they daringly progress further until you feel the whole warmth of his palm resting on it.

“So soft….” Jimin breathes out, more to himself than to you, letting his hand glide slowly over the smooth skin reverently. Before you can let out a laugh, endeared by his unconscious slip of thought, he’s back to sucking kisses on your neck and down your throat and all you could do is shut your eyes and lean your head back, the sensation overwhelming.

It only allows more access of skin for Jimin and he’s all too pleased as he brings you as close as you can, dragging your leg to wrap around his hips with a firm hand, kneading so delectably into the aching muscles. It’s getting hot, you’re getting hot, and this dress you’re wearing is starting to stick to you like a second skin uncomfortably. And on top of that, Jimin’s sweatshirt is not helping in elevating the heat; it’s just making it worse.

But just as your hands start to tug at the fabric of Jimin’s shirt, a loud melodic chime cuts through the air.

You let out a loud gasp like you had been shocked, nails seizing into Jimin’s shoulder and he chokes out a groan as his attention whips to the direction of the door, body taut from the sudden interruption. After a moment though, he breathes out through his nose, deflating and then dropping his head to rest on your shoulder, blond strands of hair tickling your cheek as you let out your own breath to calm your racing heart.

“Aish, really…. this timing…” You hear him grumbling and you had to hold back a laugh. The doorbell rings again, the incessant noise a signal that you would have to put this steamy session on hold for another time. You pat Jimin’s arm lightly and he reluctantly lets up his weight.

“We can tell them to come back….” Jimin tries, blinking wide, puppy-dog eyes at you but you shake your head, smiling widely at him.

“Jimin-ah I’m hungry, we need to eat.”

“But I already had my dinner.”

“Yah Park Jimin—!” You gasp, giving his shoulder a nudge, scandalized. He only doubles over laughing, tossing himself to rest beside you on the bed all squeaks and giggles. You roll your eyes playfully, getting up to make your way to the door but Jimin stops you by standing as well and grabbing your wrist.

“It’s okay noona, I’ll get it for you.”

“I can go get it, I’m already—“

“No, no I’ll do it.” Jimin insists, spinning you so that you trade places before forcing you to plop back onto the bed. “A princess shouldn’t have to get up.”

“Princess…” You wheeze incredulously as Jimin just laughs again. You shake your head in disbelief though your lips twitch in holding back another smile. He rushes off to get the door and before long, he’s wheeling in a white-clothed table with silver serving covers. He pushes it over to where you’re sitting before he dramatically makes a show of presenting the dish like he’s a butler.

What a goof.

The rest of the night is pretty much spent enjoying each other’s company; Jimin talking about episodes that happened before getting on stage and meeting his other idol friends (while occasionally asking to be fed and sampling your food). The atmosphere is relaxing and you can’t help but find it a little amazing that you’re sitting here; with Jimin who’s become someone you deeply care and love. And crazier is that he’s willing to stick by you and help break out of your shell, even when you don’t know what you’re doing half the time.

Well, you suppose neither of you do really.

But you guess that’s the comfort of it all.

It’s a little past midnight by the time Jimin decided he should let you rest of the night. Ever the gentleman, he makes sure to take care of the table, rolling back outside to leave by your door before coming back in to say goodnight.

“Make sure you don’t stay up too late, even though it’s not good to go to sleep right after you just ate.” Jimin says, stopping right in front of the door to face you.

“I know, I gotta take off all this make-up anyways so…it’ll be a while.” You reply back nonchalantly. He makes a noise of disapproval, grasping your hand and swinging them gently between you two.

“You’re beautiful with or without make-up, it doesn’t matter how much you got on.”

The statement makes you laugh shyly, head tilting down in an attempts to hide the blush creeping onto your face. A hand brings it back up however and you find yourself staring up at twinkling grey-blue eyes. He smiles, tilting his head to place a chaste kiss on your lips.

When he pulls back, he takes a moment to just stare as if he’s taking in every feature of your face, one hand cupping your cheek. You see the way his eyes wander languidly, from the tops of your head before trailing down and lingering down to your chin and neck. You see the beginnings of a smirk itching to make itself known on those full lips of his but he smoothly transitions it to be a sweet smile.

“Goodnight, noona.” He says.

“Sleep well, Jimin.” You reply, giving the hand you’re holding a squeeze. With one last gentle caress, Jimin reluctantly opens the door and steps out, turning back briefly to send a small wave over his shoulder. You send one back and you as slowly as you could you shut the door.

You let out a whoosh of air, placing a hand to your pounding heart in an attempt to prevent it from actually bursting out of your chest. Your cheeks are burning, they also hurt from the wide grin on your face but you feel as giddy as a schoolgirl.

“Gosh, relax.” You mutter to yourself, patting your cheek as you make your way to the bathroom. Stepping inside, you search for your makeup wipes, pulling one out of the packet and as you turn to face the mirror….“Holy shit—!”

Along one side of your neck down to the edge of your collarbone were reddish-purple bruises. You double take to make sure you’re not just seeing things but they were there all right.

You huff out a sigh of resignation; this is gonna be a pain in the ass to cover and only thing Jimin is gonna do is probably giggle himself to sleep tonight.

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