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gummi-stories · 5 years

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Day Five: Gunpoint

Being rich and famous doesn't always live up to what people say

Someone breaks into the Lightwood-Bane household and takes Alec hostage, demanding money from Magnus

@whumptober2019 ‘s prompt list!!!

PS: This is a human AU

“Honey I left as soon as I got your text. What’s the matter with-” Magnus’ voice died in his throat and his phone slid from hand clattering to the ground as his eyes landed on the living room.

An unfamiliar masked man was standing in the living room with Alec pressed firmly against his chest, a gun pressed underneath his husband’s chin forcing Alec’s head up slightly. Alec eyes’ were trained on Magnus as he came in the door, he was bound and gagged and it seemed like his cheekbone was bruising.

“Magnus Bane, thanks for responding to my text so quickly” The masked man seemed to smile mockingly at Magnus as he stood in the doorway, heart pounding in panic.

“Who are you? How did you get in here” Magnus said lowly with a glare.

“Does it really matter? All that matters is I get what I want or your sweet little husband here gets a bullet in his brain” To emphasize his point the man shoved the gun further into Alec’s chin making him scrunch up his nose and eyes in discomfort; even from the other side of the room Magnus could hear Alec’s heavy breathing through his nose as his husband attempt to remain stoic, not wanting to give the attacker any satisfaction of his fear.

Magnus did a quick scan of the loft’s lounge room and saw that the coffee table was broken, one of the couches overturned and a lamp in pieces obviously from the undeniable struggle the man would have had attempting to restrain Alec.

Fear like ice hit his heart when he also noticed the lack of Max and Rafael in the room

“What have you done to-”

“Your little pipsqueaks are safely in their room; now down to business. Money, Bane. Now”

Pursing his lips and not removing his glare from the man, Magnus slowly raised his hands in surrender.

“The safe is down the hallway, I’ll need to go down there to get the money,” Magnus said calmly. The man frowned at him before flicking his eyes down the hallway with a grumble.

“Make one wrong move or wrong noise and he gets it” The man spat before kicking in the back of Alec’s leg, causing him to fall to his knees with a thud as the man placed the gun against the back of his skull; Magnus felt his heart jump in fear.

“I won’t be a moment” With that Magnus slowly turned and walked down the hall towards their emergency money safe, heart pounding with each step he took in fear that the man might snap at any point.

Walking past the boys’ room, Magnus’ heart pinched as he could hear the two crying on the other side of the door which had the handle removed.

“They’re safe in there, as soon as he’s gone I can attend to them” Magnus told himself as steeled himself and walked up to his and Alec’s bedroom, into the closet and down to the bottom shelf which had the safe in it. After putting the pin in to open the safe, Magnus grabbed a bag from the bottom of the closet and began loading it up.

“What’s taking so long in there Bane? My trigger finger is getting itchy!” Magnus inhaled sharply moving as quickly as he could to get the money into the bag.

“I’m going as fast as I can!” He shouted back as the final wad of cash was loaded into the bag. Without zipping it up Magnus quickly hurried back into the lounge room, his heart calming just slightly to see Alec still kneeling there.

“Here, the money. Now let him go” Magnus all but threw the money at the guys’ feet.

“Wonderful, wonderful, I appreciate your cooperation, Bane. So here’s what’s gonna happen now” The man smiled as he grabbed Alec’s arm with the hand that wasn’t holding the gun and roughly pulled him up to his feet back against his chest.

“Your lovely husband is going to walk with me to the door, once I am outside and the door is closed behind me, then and only then are you allowed to move, got it?” The man said firmly, Magnus nodded and swallowed.

“Move it” The man growled at Alec and they began to awkwardly shuffle towards the front door, the man walking backwards with Alec still pinned to his chest and the gun under his chin meant they had to shuffle backwards towards the door.

The man opened the door and positioned himself on the outside with one hand still pressing the gun to Alec’s back.

“Pleasure doing business with you” He smirked before he gave Alec a hard shove, sending him toppling over and colliding shoulder first into the ground, hard

The man slammed the door giving Magnus the okay to move quickly rushing to Alec’s side on the floor in a panic.

“Oh my god baby are you okay?! He didn’t hurt you much did he?!” Magnus panicked as he peeled the duct tape off Alec’s face only to have his husband spit out a wad of cloth and gasp in the fresh air. Magnus hushed Alec and rubbed his back with one hand as he fiddled with the tape binding Alec’s hands with the other.

After Alec’s irritated throat finally calmed down and he could breathe easier, Magnus helped him sit up and rested his husband’s head against his shoulder as he cradled Alec’s body.

“I’m okay… I’m okay, just a little shaken” Alec mumbled looking up at Magnus

“Your cheek” Magnus gently touched the bruising flesh making Alec wince at the contact

“It’s nothing, he just got annoyed that he couldn’t keep me still” Alec gave a half-smile as Magnus huffed out a laugh.

“Nothing can keep you still my darling, but I’m glad you’re alright” Magnus kissed Alec’s forehead.

“The boys, we need to get them” Magnus nodded and together they got off the ground quickly heading towards were Max and Rafael were still trapped.

“Stand back” Alec said before he backed up and rammed his good shoulder into the door, breaking it down with a large crash. Magnus’ heart broke as he took in the faces of his two sons huddled together on Rafael’s bed, both crying their hearts out and looking at the door in fear.

“Daddy! Papa!” Max cried out and quickly rushed out of his brothers embrace and to Alec’s awaiting arms, Rafael following suite to Magnus.

“Oh my darling boys, are you alright?” Magnus questioned holding onto Rafael tightly as he shook in his arms

“Yeah, we’re okay… that man was scary” Max sniffled pulling back slightly to wipe at one of his puffy eyes.

“We thought you got hurt, Daddy!” Rafael sobbed making Alec and Magnus give each other a sad look.

“Now Rafael, you now that your daddy is big and strong! He’s just fine” Magnus kissed Rafael’s cheek gently hoping to calm him down as much as possible. Rafael sniffled once more and nodded, still not letting go of Magnus which didn’t surprise him. The boy had a traumatic past and anything that reminded him of that tended to scare him a lot, his go-to comfort was holding onto one of his parents until he calmed down, craving the safety they could give him.

The family huddled together on the floor of the boy’s room for a while, just holding each other and basking in the knowledge of knowing that they were all safe, they were okay, they were alive.

“I have an idea” Both Max and Rafael’s heads turned to Alec’s “How about for dinner we have pancakes and then we can watch movies with ice cream” Magnus smiled as both of his son’s eyes lit up and seemed to grow in size.

“Past bedtime?” Max asked making Alec laugh a little.

“Yes baby, past bedtime” Both the boys cheered in agreement, the mood quickly changing thanks to Alec’s brilliant idea.

“You boys go and wash up and we’ll get everything ready” Magnus instructed the two. Rafael and Max all but bolted out of the room leaving Magnus and Alec for a few minutes of calm.

“I’m glad you’re okay sweetheart, when I walked in and saw he had that gun under your chin I-” Magnus’ words faltered as his throat closed up slightly, the thoughts of what could have happened racing through his mind. Without a word, Alec pulled Magnus into his arms and held him tightly feeling his husband shaking in his hold.

“I’m alright Magnus. Don’t think about what could have been, everything is alright. The boys are safe, I’m safe, you’re safe and that’s all that matters” Alec said gently, pressing a few kisses to the side of Magnus’ head. Magnus nodded and sighed, relaxing into his husband’s embrace.

“We should really start on those pancakes”

I'm so far behind lmao, oh well I'll get it done! This one was a bit longer which is nice, still not feeling my grammar/ the way I've worded it but it's getting there

#malec #whumptober2019 #whump #angst #shadowhunters #no.5 #tw:guns #tw:injury #tw:hostage situation

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indelible-colouring-markers · 5 years

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Obligatory Post A Voice in the Dark fic

I started actually developing my Runner Five after this mission and wrote this out after so let's just post this sucker. (Theoretically this is part of a larger fic but I havent written much of it yet so we'll see lmao.)

I blinked back awake to the feeling of something hitting my legs. Before I was a heavy sleeper but the end of the world had a way of changing you.

The head of dark hair nestled against her knee seemed vaguely familiar. The orange hoodie even more so.

I curled up more to rub Sam's shoulder. He stirred and groaned. "Whazzit?"

"Snuggle. Now?" My brain was too tired to make my mouth coherent.

He groaned. "Alright, if you insist."

I shifted in the hospital cot and tugged his upper body up. "C'mere."

He went along with my pulling, slowly getting more aware. "Runner five, what-"

Clumsily, I patted his mouth shut. "Shh, sleep." I spooned him, ignoring his slight smell. We all were a little smelly, these days.

He grumbled, but relaxed, hands coming up to tangle his fingers in the hand I had supporting his neck.

He actually smelled good, now that I focused on it. Lord, even my hair felt exhausted.

I fell back asleep.

When I woke up again, it was to Dr Myers amusedly asking, "-ust what is going on here?"

"Cuddle," I said, burying my face further into the pillow and Sam's hair. "'s good."

He grumbled and shifted away. I tightened my arms, pulling him back towards me.

She sighed. "You both are lucky Five didn't have any lacerations. Otherwise you'd both be quarantined."

I hummed. "Good Doc."

She chuckled. "I'm not sure you'll keep that opinion. It's time to get up."

"Food?"

"Yes, there will be food." I could hear her smile.

Reluctantly, I let go of Sam, extracting my now numb arm from under his head. He lifted it and pushed off the blanket.

Wait, he had a hoodie, why did he hog the blanket too? That just wasn't fair.

I frowned at himself but decided to focus on standing up. My legs were a bit wobbly from the mad dash last night to beat the horde back home. I still felt good enough though. Like after a long workout.

My stomach rumbled. I'd missed lunch and dinner yesterday, running or holed up in a tree to avoid New Canton's search groups. It had only been safe to get down near sundown and by then I was half sure I was a goner. But I was home now.

I yawned and stretched my arms, shaking out the numb one. "Food now?" I asked the doctor.

"You have enough time to do your stretches and head over. I know you like your morning warmup."

It wasn't really a warmup, more of a wakeup. But semantics weren't worth wasting valuable words on. "Thanks Doc."

I started my five minute yoga wakeup as Sam grumbled and shifted off the cot. "Well, why'd you wake me up too?"

"Sam, you and I both know you hardly ate at dinner last night," she said sternly.

Sam stammered his way to try and explain. But we all knew that he had been worried.

"Good radio man," I told him from a downward facing dog. "Proud."

He blinked. "... just how much did you hear last night?"

"Scream roll. Never eat one."

He forgot to be embarrassed in his dismay. "You've seriously never had an ice cream roll?"

"Never." I walked forward to fold my chest to my thighs.

"They're not very common on our side of the Atlantic," Dr Myers added.

I grunted and pointed at her.

"But never?"

"You eat poutine? Fry bread? Beaver tail?"

Slowly he frowned at me. "That's not actually made with beaver meat, is it?" he asked warily.

"Nah, flat doughnut with-" I blinked. "Tree spice?"

"Cinnamon?" Dr Myers guessed.

"Yes!" I beamed and rolled up. "Sin-ah-man and sugar. 'S good." I bounded for the door, the thought of breakfast giving me extra energy.

Sam shuffled over and used my shoulder as an armrest. I had tall friends who did the same in high school, so it wasn't unfamiliar.

I smiled at him. "Hi."

He grinned. "C'mon Five, let's get breakfast."

"Kay. Doc, come too?"

"I'll be right behind you Five." She grabbed a clipboard. "I just need to finish your chart."

I grabbed the door and opened it with a galant bow. Sam chuckled and walked through.

It was nice to see Abel again in the light. Last night, Sam had called it my home. He was almost right.

I had quickly fallen in love with Abel, especially compared to how impersonal Mullins was. But if I had one blind spot, it was being unable to tell when that love was returned.

Last night though. It had proven it to me. Sure, I may be loved because I was a Runner, not because I was me. But that would come in time. And I planned to stick around as long as they wanted me.

I hummed happily, practically skipping next to Sam as we headed to the Mess Hall.

There was a few people already sitting down when we arrived. I ditched Sam to greet a familiar face. Or two. "Molly! Ed!"

"Morning Five," he greeted.

I wiggled my fingers at Molly, who gurgled. "Hi.” I vocalessly sung a few bars from ‘Good Morning.’

A few people shot me looks but I blithely ignored them. I felt too good to be dragged down by judgement. "Sleep good?" I asked him.

"Well enough." He shrugged. "Heard you caused quite the commotion last night."

That was one way to put it. "Drama queen," I said, pointing at myself.

"One with impeccable timing," Sam said. He bumped me with his hip. "Budge over, I got yours as well."

I side stepped so he could put our breakfast on the table and smiled again. "Thanks! Good friend." I patted his head.

"Flatterer."

"True," I said, scrunching my nose. I sat next to him and grabbed my serving. Molly was across from me, making it easier to pull faces and make her laugh.

I still scarfed down the food as fast as I could comfortably. So, at a normal person's rate.

Ed had to leave, taking my entertainment with him.

When no one else took his spot, I decided to say what was on my mind. "Sam, you right."

"Of course I am," he said automatically. "Err, about what exactly?"

"Life hard. Future hard."

He slowed his chewing to stare at me.

"Worth it," I reminded him, patting his arm. "Living hard, unfair. But be-you-ti-full."

He looked back to his food. "You're not wrong," he said.

My smile shrank slowly. I offered something else on my mind. "Had sis-er. And brother. Stepsis-er, stepbrother, stepbrother, half-sister. Lots of loves."

He stopped completely, giving me his full attention.

Now I couldn't bear to look at him. "Was on trip. Heard news on zombs. Called home. Lied."

"What did you lie to them about?" he asked, quietly.

"Said got bit and they move on. ‘N’ I loved em. Not know, 's bad." I shoved another forkful of breakfast into my mouth.

"Yeah, I- I think I know what you mean."

We sat in the quiet for a minute.

Then, I nudged his leg. "Thanks. Good radio. Good man."

"I'm just doing what needs to be done, is all."

I did my high-pitched 'Are you sure?' hum and gave him a look. He rolled his eyes so I repeated, “Good man. Good friend.”

“Alright, alright, if you insist,” he muttered.

“Do.”

Dr Myers sat down across from up. “Five, since you’re doing well enough to walk on your own, how do you feel about another run today?”

“Umm.” I sipped water to buy time. “Long?”

“No, just a quick pick up for food and med supplies.”

“Kay. Warm walk, then run?”

“You should do some of those knee-lifts I saw you bust out the other day,” Sam nudged me with his elbow, laughing.

I nudged him back and stuck out my tongue at him. “Bad.”

“Those knee lifts are helping Five with her muscle tone, Sam. If she keeps it up, she’ll be able to go on longer runs in a nearby city.”

I nodded my head at her, smiling smugly.

“Gang up on poor ol’ Sam, why don’t you,” he grumbled playfully.

“Yup." I grinned.

"And you call me bad."

"Takes one to know one." That was surprisingly coherent of me. Maybe I could start trying simple sentences, as long as the words aren't too long. I missed being able to speak.

He tweaked my nose playfully. I went cross eyed following his hand and giggled.

"Alright you two," Dr Myers chided. "If you have time to goof off, you have time to bring your dishes back."

I laughed again. "Kay Doc." I stood up and swiped Sam's dishes, making him squawk. My messy bun bounced as I brought them back to Francesca.

I gave her a smile. "Hi!"

"Have a good day Five."

"You too." I bounced over to the exit and waggled my fingers at Sam and Maxine, who were talking while watching me. They waved back.

And so the day started.

#long post #my fic #zombies run #my runner five #runner five #runner 5 #sam yao #maxine myers #posting on mobile

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brianmayswifey · 5 years

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Quick- Brian May x Reader

Summary: It’s been weeks since Brian and you had fun together due to being busy. This is how he spends time with you while shooting a music video.

Warnings: SMUT, small amounts of fluffy fluff, cursing, bad writing skills probably

Word count: 2292

A/N: This is my first fic here so please bear with me lmao. If you want to get tagged, message me. If you have requests, please do hit me up! English isn’t my first language so I hope you understand if I have some mistakes in grammar. Again, this is a work of fiction only and I don’t mean disrespect to those who are in the story. I hope you’ll like this! I’m new at writing stories and those who had inspired me are @gwilymz and @justasupersonicwoman 💖

-Kathryn💜

“Come on, love! It’s just for fun! I love the idea. Stop being a little bitch!”, you were trying to make your boyfriend, Brian laugh after he complained about that girly music video Roger has thought of. He didn’t want to get dressed like an aunt who would always gossip or an aunt you’d always see sweeping the front yard or watering the plants. You just can’t see why Brian wasn’t a fan of the idea when the other three got weird roles.

He frowned. “Look, babe. Roger and Freddie get to wear short skirts and Deaky would be ugly in his role.” You chuckle as you picture and predict what John would look like as an angry-looking grandma. “You get to wear a long dress, what are you so pissed about?” Brian didn’t respond. He stayed right on the corner of your neck while his arms were wrapped around your waist.

“Is it the time of the month, Mister May?”, you joked, which made him laugh softly. Brian lifted his chin up and cupped your cheeks in his warm hands. You placed your arms on his shoulders as you were facing each other while you were seated on his lap. “I love you, Y/N.”, he whispered and quickly planted soft kisses on your collar bone. “I love you more, Bri.”

You’ve been together for two years and a few months but you don’t know what’s with him but you were thinking maybe it was not because of the concept of the music video but because you two haven’t bonded in weeks due to him being busy in recording sessions. He’s been acting like this for days but you never give up trying to make him smile. He really misses you. You miss him so much more.

You got his extra clothes, hygiene kit, and everything else he needs ready and we went to the car. The whole ride was silent until you spoke. “Love, everything’s gonna be alright, okay?” You rubbed your hands on his thighs to try to comfort him. His body kind of jerked as you did, which startled you and made you stop. You kissed his temple instead.

As you got there, he helped you bring the things he needs and held your hand with his left one and kissed you on the forehead. He was really tall that you were just on the same level as his chest. You both came into the set seeing Deaky and Freddie getting their makeup and hair fixed, still not in their costumes, Roger still not preparing, the crew, and a lot of people wearing cow-printed clothes. Roger waved at you and Brian and smirked.

“Are you ready, Brian?”, Brian nodded, which surprised you. “Go change now, I’ll change into my costume too.”, Roger continued. You looked up at Bri and gave him a sweet smile. You accompanied him to his dressing room. You locked the door behind you and placed your hands on your hips. “I’m shocked that you’re ready.”

“Love, you don’t understand. It’s not what I was upset about.”, you squinted your eyes, gesturing that you don’t know what he meant. “Then what is it?”, you walked towards him.

“I’m just tired of doing these! I need time with you. I miss you. I miss everything we do. I’ve got no time to spend with you because of— of these stupid—“, you spoke before he was even finished. “I know, my love. I feel that too. But just finish this and then we can spend time together, okay?” He nodded and wrapped you in his warm and tight hug. “Just stop teasing me.”

You freed yourself from his embrace out of shock. “I never teased you the whole time you were busy! I- I mean I wanted to but I don’t want to cause distractions.” Brian crossed his arms. “Then what was that when you bumped your ass on my dick while you were cooking dinner and— and..FUCK I’m getting hard just by thinking about it.” You chuckled. “Plus you were touching me in the car on our way here!”, you crossed your arms as he said that. “I DIDN’T! I touched you on the thigh to comfort you because you seem so mad!”

He laughed. “Well I wasn’t comforted! You almost touched me on the crotch, Ms. L/N!”, he hugged you before you can even speak. You felt his hard cock pressing against your stomach. “Let’s get you dressed, Brian.” He let go of your hug and kissed you on the forehead.

You unbuttoned his shirt which was already unbuttoned on the top half. Brian was staring at you as he slid his arms between yours and your waist. You looked up to him and suddenly your faces were just centimeters apart. Brian closed his eyes as he brought physical connection between him and you by pressing his lips against yours. He began rubbing his left hand on your ass and squeezing it gently while his right hand was cupping your neck. You opened your mouth slightly, inviting his tongue in. He responded quickly, making his cock harder. You felt a pool of wetness between your thighs as your kiss brought heat to your bodies. You buried your left hand through his curls and you were about to touch his huge and hard manhood when you heard a knock, which broke the kiss. It was that annoying “watcher” of your boyfriend’s band, Queen, named Paul Prenter. “Hurry up! Set that aside, whatever you’re doing!”

Brian rolled his eyes. “That fucki— annoying bitch.” You cracked up by his words. “Wear your costume now, babe so that I can apply your makeup.”, you hugged him once more while he ran his fingers through your soft hair. He gave you a gentle kiss on your forehead. “I love you so much, Y/N. I couldn’t ask for more.” You smiled and whispered as your face was pressed on his chest, “I love you too, Bri.”

You were fixing his used clothes in his bag when he called your name. “Love, I’m done.”, he said like a child calling his mum’s name after taking a poo. You turned around to see him in a pink coloured silk dress with white laces on each end of the holes. It was long and below the knee. He gave you an uncomfortable smile as your lips started to form a huge smile and making you laugh. Your laughter was so loud that the boys heard it outside and giggled as they were excited to see Brian. Though he was embarrassed, he can’t help but smile and turn his face as red as a tomato for he fell more in love with your smile and laughter. He loved it when you’re happy, he didn’t care if he looked funny as long as it makes you happy. As your stomach started to hurt and as you began to shed tears, Brian rubbed your back and your head, helping you to stop.

Your laughter ended and you said weakly, “sorry, babe. It- it’s just that you’re too cute!” Brian pouted. “Go wear your socks and I’ll put your makeup on.”

After applying makeup on him, you went out of the room and the five of you immediately laughed at each other. It was funny seeing Roger in short skirts, Deaky in a grandma look, and Fred in a sexy woman costume, with his mustache still there. They all laughed at Brian and they made fun of each other until the hairstylist called Brian to get his hair fixed.

They shot the other parts and the director told everyone to take their lunch. Some of the people in cow printed clothes went out to buy food while Deaky, Freddie, and Roger took their lunch together. “We’ll just take a look at what’s upstairs.” Brian told the guys with your hand in his. “Oh yeah sure.”, Roger smiled at us. Brian immediately pulled you by the hand and we went upstairs.

You were astonished by the design of the rooms upstairs. “Brian, looked out how beau—“, you stopped as Brian pulled you into a room— not that clean but it had complete furnitures, the bed, cabinets, and everything. Brian pushed the door behind him and pinned you against the wall. “We gotta do this fast or they’ll notice we’re gone for too long.”, he said with a breathy voice. You were so confused. But before you could even speak, he kissed you passionately. You quickly responded to his kiss and he lifted your shirt above your head. He undid the hooks of your bra and massaged your tits.

“Brian...”

He didn’t respond but he took one of your nipples into his mouth while he used the other one to pinch on the other nipple gently. Brian wanted to finish it quickly so that they won’t doubt you so he asked, “Love, do you want me inside of you know?” You moaned into his neck. “Yes please!”

He dropped you on the bed gently before taking off the long dress he was wearing. His cock was so hard that it has reached its full size. It was already out of his underwear. He pulled your skirt and panties down, revealing your wet pussy. Brian pulled his underwear down and threw it on his right side of the bedroom. His huge cock hit his stomach. He ran his hands on your lower legs up to your thighs before spreading them to make more space for his cock to enter. He pulled you to the edge of the bed for easier access. Gently, he rubbed circles on your already aching pussy especially on your clit, which made soft moans escape from your mouth. “So fucking wet for me already...”. “Fuck Brian... I love it”. He smirked as he heard your moans of satisfaction. He held you by your hips and asked, “You ready beautiful angel?” You smiled and nodded. “I wanna hear it, babe.” “Yes, my love!”

He held his shaft to guide his dick on it’s way to your slit. He went all the way inside already, making him groan and you wanted to scream from how good it feels but Brian covered your mouth. “Babe, it feels good— ugh..fuck!”, you moaned. “I know, my star. But you have to control your volume, baby.” You nodded,

Brian continued but now his thrusts were done in a fast pace, making you grip on the sheets. You reached your clit and rubbed it as he was fucking you hard. “You’re so tight, babe. I love it...” he doesn’t know if he can last any longer but he wants you to reach your climax before he can cum. “Cum inside me, love!” You moaned. “Are you on birth control right now?” He asked as he deepened his cock inside you, causing you to whimper. “Yes, love.”

“You’re so hot— you’re perfect.”, he groaned. His face was pink and covered in a sheen of sweat, some strands of his hair were sticking on his forehead. His mouth was slightly agape, trying to catch some breath. You were looking at him, feeling flustered for he looks so hot in your eyes but you were trying to hold back your loud moans by screaming silent moans. Suddenly, you felt tightening in your core. He felt your pussy gripping on his cock, making him moan loud and causing him to move in and out of you faster. “I’m cumming, Brian!”, you moaned.

“Say my name, baby and we’ll cum together!”, Brian groaned. “Cum inside me Brian!”, you can’t hold more moans now that you’re near to reaching your climax. Brian held your neck, choking you a bit as he was trying to cum inside you. More moans filled the small room until both of you came at the same time. Hot white ropes filled you and while his cock was still inside you, Brian gave you a long passionate kiss.

“How about the design of this roo— Oh my gosh I’m sorry!”, Deaky opened the door while Brian’s dick was still inside you while you were kissing. Freddie and Roger were behind him. “Oh fucking— you decided to get horny while shooting?”, Roger asked as Brian pulled out and tried to cover you with the pillows on the bed and he was struggling to cover his body. “I understand that we’ve been busy for lots of weeks, darling but you should have told us or just locked the door so that we won’t blast in! But, it’s okay, Y/N looks so happy! Go clean up, lovies!”, Freddie laughed.

“I’m sorry, guys!”, you apologized. “No darling, it’s totally fine!”, Freddie and Deaky giggled. They closed the door and left. “I can’t believe I fucked you while you’re looking like a woman, Brian.”, you laughed. He reacted as if he forgot that he was still wearing makeup and curlers were still on his hair. He kissed you once more and said, “I couldn’t ask for more. I don’t need anybody else in my life, except after marriage, we’ll make a family, yeah?”, you smiled and nodded. He picked up your clothes and got his handkerchief to wipe off extra cum still coming out of your hole and the sweat covering your bodies because he forgot to get tissues from his bag. He kissed your temple and whispered, “Thanks for this, love. You’re amazing...as always. I love you more than everything else in this world.” You smiled and replied “I love you too, Brian.”

He helped you fix your hair and clothed you before he clothed himself and both of you returned downstairs to have the second part of shooting the music video.

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urfavepisces · 6 years

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it was all fake right?/peter kavinsky one shot pt. II

a/n: i honestly can’t believe all of the love you’ve all shown me on ‘this is fake right?’! thank you so much for reading it and i hope this next part is equally entertaining. also the line breaks and italicized words indicate that it happened in the past. once again i hope you all enjoy this one (:

part I (this is fake right?)

word count: 2,540 (yikes, sorry i got carried away)

warnings: a few cuss words lmao

“The limit does not exist if-if the value of x is zero?” You turned the note card around to reveal if you had gotten it right and seeing the answer made you shout out, “YES!” Immediately making the other kids look up at you glaring in your direction.

You hunched back into your seat, “My bad.” You offered a sheepish smile but were met with a few of them rolling their eyes at you and went back to their own text books and laptops.

You’d been studying nonstop for your Calculus midterm coming up in a couple of weeks and you needed an A especially if you were going to pass the class. Currently, you barely had a B and you were freaking out. The universities you were going to be applying to in a year and a half needed to see that you took school serious and your future depended on it.

Usually you were on top of your shit. When projects were assigned you usually planned them out the next day and had them done at least a week before they were due. Tests were a toss up to be honest, when it came to English and History either you knew it or you didn’t. So studying for those two subjects rarely happened. However, when it came to Calculus and Spanish you were always making sure you got the material down before a quiz, midterm and especially a final.

But ever since you and Peter decided to start this fake relationship your priorities had shuffled and school became second when it came to him. You two were halfway through the second month of it and you were falling behind on your classes that you knew you needed to put in extra effort to comprehend the material.

Mrs. McBride and Mr. Barrios were disappointed in your lack of care for their class. You hung your head in shame when they confronted you on your poor performance in their class, they even said they’d wanted to contact your Dad but you let them know that you would definitely be trying a lot harder from now on.

He had more on his plate than he could handle at times and he didn’t need to worry about how you were doing in school. You couldn’t stand to disappointed the sweet man.

You shook your head and focused back on the flash cards before you. You went through them three more times before you switched over to finishing an assignment for Spanish that was due the next day. As you started to write your name on top of the worksheet, your name was being yelled.

Your had snapped up almost causing you whiplash before your vision settled on your best friend, Angelina Thompson. You narrowed your eyes and gave her the look you always did when she was doing too much but of course she couldn’t take a hint and waltzed up to the table you were sitting at and sat herself right on top of it.

“Girl, where have you been?” I texted your ass like five times and you know I don’t do that for just anybody.” She raised her eyebrows at you and flicked her locs over her shoulder.

You could feel the other students’ eyes on you again and this time they looked like they were going to cuss you out. Angie noticed their stares, “Excuse me. Mind your business.” She waved them away with her hand.

Before one of them could be bold enough to say anything you hurriedly gathered your things and stuffed them into your back pack before grabbing onto her arm and dragging you both outside of the school library.

“You know you do too much sometimes. We’re literally in a library, you can’t just be loud like that.” You looked at her pointedly.

She shrugged, “Yea well I wouldn’t have to if Peter ‘puppy dog eyes’ Kavinsky wasn’t talking my ear off, asking where you were.” She jabbed her finger into your shoulder making you slap her hand away.

You scratched your scalp before walking down the hallway, “Sorry I had to study. I’m not doing well in some of my classes and I’m not trying to have my Dad find out.”

She nodded understanding where you were coming from, “Ok well it still doesn’t explain why your boyfriend is bugging me about it. Y’all don’t text each other or talk?”

You didn’t respond immediately because you didn't know how to word your explanation. Ever since the movie night, you had started to actually fall for Peter and you couldn’t help but do it. Peter Kavinsky was a sweet person who constantly looked after you and all the little things he did were starting to get to you.

The Monday after the movie night, you two were the talk of the school more than ever before.

During third period, you got a hall pass and went to the bathroom. As you flushed and pulled your pants up, the door opened and your name was being mentioned.

“So looks like Peter is over you, him and Y/N look like they’re getting serious.” A voice you made out to be Jackie Lawson which meant the only other person she could be talking to was Jessica Meyers, Peter’s ex girlfriend.

You heard Jess scoff, “Please we both know that whatever they have is nothing compared to my and Peter’s relationship. You know we still text.”

If it was actually plausible that your heart could stop beating, you’re sure that that’s what it just did. Anytime you thought that maybe, just maybe this thing between Peter and you was morphing into something real you were thrust back into reality.

You went closer to the door of the stall you were currently in. You thanked the heavens that you were in the last one so they couldn't tell someone else was in the bathroom with them.

“I’m just saying Jess, the way he looks at her is special. Plus I heard he’s taking her on the annual ski trip and we all know what happens on the ski trip.” You could hear Jess sigh loudly before saying, “Yea I guess we’ll just see.”

They left a few minutes after that and you finally felt like you could breathe. Even though you’d agreed to the trip when you two came up with the terms of the contract, now you weren’t so sure anymore that you could go through with it.

The very next day, you went along with the usual routine you two had. You sat with him at lunch and tried to engage with his friends who were slowly becoming your friends as well but you were mentally checked out. Your mind was a chaotic mess going through all the moments you and Peter shared and whether they were real or just part of the pact you two took.

Peter had noticed how quiet you were and the hand he had on your thigh, lightly squeezed the smooth skin. You blinked a few times before turning your head towards him.

“You good?” His pretty brown eyes scanned over your features before settling on your eyes gauging them for how you were feeling.

You simply nodded and brought your hand to your ear, lightly squeezing the lobe. It was a tall tale sign that you were lying and he figured it out three weeks into the fake relationship.

“Yea Peter. Actually, Angie wanted me to meet her before lunch ended.” You grabbed onto your back pack and stood up, “So I’m going to head out.”

Peter stared up at you and desperately wanted to say something about you lying to him but he decided against it and let you go reluctantly.

“Sure, we’re still hanging out after school right?” He smiled hopefully.

You nodded, “Yea sure, maybe. I don’t know actually because of homework and stuff but I’ll let you know.” You gave him a half-assed smile and scurried out of the cafeteria, if you had turned around you would’ve seen the confused and hurt look on Peter Kavinsky’s pretty face.

After school that day you avoided Peter and ended up walking home from school. You were lucky that your Dad had picked your sister up early from school for an orthodontist appointment so you didn’t have to deal with that awkward ordeal.

When you walked home your phone had been buzzing nonstop and you knew it was Peter. Your heart sank feeling bad for ignoring him but you had no choice you had to protect yourself. Your feelings were starting to become too much and you weren’t ready to deal with them or Peter.

Angie’s face remained emotionless and you were freaking out about how she was going to react. You just wanted to her say something.

You nudged her arm, “Angie I can’t take this, I need your help.” You cried.

She blinked a couple of times coming out of her stupor, “Girl I can’t believe y’all agreed to a fake relationship only for y’all to actually develop feelings.” Angie couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of her best friend’s situation.

“I didn’t mean to-wait you said both of us caught feelings. How?” You held on tightly to your black binder.

She rolled her eyes, “How do you not see the way homeboy looks at you. Lowkey makes me gag sometimes but I love you so I think it’s kind of cute. For real Y/N think about it. Think of the things he’s done and does for you just to make life easier on you plus I don’t think anyone could listen to your little sister sing for more than five minutes but he did it with no hesitation.”

All you could do was shrug. You really had no idea and it didn't matter that she told you all these things because a huge part of you thought that there was absolutely no way Peter Kavinsky liked you like that. Especially after what you’d heard in the bathroom a couple days ago. This was merely business and you needed to get your shit together if you were going to fulfill your side of the deal.

“Come on girl, Peter doesn’t like me. It’s all fake.” You started to walk towards your locker with her in tow.

She swung her arm around your shoulders, “Yea okay.” Angie gave you her infamous side eye and left it at that.

“Y/N!” You two turned at the sound of your name being called and your crush the one that had also gotten that forsaken letter came into view.

Danny Luna was also one of the popular guys in school but Peter was a couple notches above him.

You looked to your best friend for help but she just smirked and left you two by yourselves. You narrowed your eyes at her retreating form before turning back towards your locker.

“Hey Danny.” You settled on rearranging your textbooks not trying to really acknowledge him.

He leaned against your locker looking at you expectantly before speaking, “So you and Peter Kavinsky?”

You nodded, praying that that would be enough of an explanation.

He pulled on one of his back pack straps and scratched the back of his neck, “I’m just surprised because that letter you wrote it-.” The sound of your locker slamming shut cut him off, “Sorry Danny, I just don’t feel that way anymore plus you and my sister had a thing.” He shook his head, “No yea of course. It’s just I was thinking that we could talk about it.”

Before you could respond, you caught sight of Peter heading down the hall towards you two. “I-uh gotta go Danny.” You walked away, your feet hurriedly getting you away from the uneasy situation.

As you rounded the corner, you heard his voice, “Whoa, whoa, whoa Y/N hold on.”

You’d miss the sleepy drawl of his voice even though it’d only been a day since you two actually talked. You looked up at him but decided to fix your gaze somewhere else, Peter always had a way of making you melt just by him simply looking at you.

“What’s going on? We were supposed to hang out yesterday and you bailed, Never even texted me back or answered my calls. You’ve been avoiding me and now I see you talking to Danny Luna.” He was irritated, you could tell just by how fast he was speaking.

While he’s talking, all you could really do was focus on the campaign poster behind him.

Hmm…you didn’t know Melanie Gibson was running for junior class president, good for her. Your eyes read over her campaign promises and agreed with most of them.

“Hey, are you even listening to me?” You closed and opened your eyes and it took a couple seconds before your vision focused on Peter.

You hadn’t and you didn’t even try.

You coughed, covering your mouth with the inside of your elbow and looked to him while you pulled on your earlobe, “Mhmm.”

He reeled back as if he had been slapped, “Really?” Peter narrowed his eyes at you and the look you could only make out was that he was hurt.

Peter crossed his arms and tilted his head towards you, “You’re lying to me. I thought we didn’t keep secrets from each other.” He motioned the space between you two.

The way his mouth curved through those words made you do double take at Peter. You raised an eyebrow and tilted your chin up, “No I’m not. How would you even know I was lying?”

Peter couldn’t take your stubbornness anymore, he had reached his limit, “How can I not know?! Anytime you grab your ear, you’re lying, I’ve seen you do it so much Y/N. Just tell me what’s really going on with you? And look the ski trip is coming up and we need to be on good terms before that so you-“ You shaking your had made him stop talking.

“Honestly Peter it’s time we just called it yea? This whole fake relationship has gone on for a lot longer than we both thought it would. You can take Jess on the ski trip and we can finally end it.” The words you’d spoken surprised both you and Peter for the same reason but neither you still didn’t know what the other was thinking.

With your head hanging low, you had the perfect view to see Peter’s sneakers take two steps towards you. “I want you to come on the ski trip with me Y/N.” With every inch he stepped in your direction, your nerves started to bubble up and you didn’t know how to deal with these feelings.

The only way you knew how to was your greatest defense mechanism which was to deflect and hurt the only person who had made you truly happy in these past few weeks. “Peter, this was all fake right? So let’s not make a big deal of it. I want you have to fun with Jess.” And before he could even utter a word, you hastily walked away from him.

It was all fake right? So why did the tears rolling down your cheeks make you feel otherwise?

#peter kavinsky #noah centineo #peter kavinsky imagine #noah centineo imagine #ahh i hope y'all like this one as well!

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( CHARLIE HUNNAM, MALE, HE/HIM ) —— [ BENJAMIN KENSINGTON ] is a [ THIRTY-FIVE ] year old that has been part of the [ HEATHENS ] for [ FIVE ] years. They have been working as a [ GUARD ]. The people in Boulder say that [ HE ] is [ CUNNING ] but also [ RECKLESS ]. Lets see what this wasteland has in store for them.

*uberhaxornova voice* alright helLO ( watch, no one else knows who that is ) its me, ur new resident trash queen & angst n pain lover, caitlyn. i’m 23 and i live in cst so like ?? yeah hi hello how are ya’ll ?? this is my baby benjamin that’s actually ?? a hot ass mess lmao ?? under this is a basic af bullet point bio, personality traits n stats & the three headcanons!! i’m so ridiculously excited to be here as well so that made my rambling worse ?? just like it is right now jfc okay i’ll stop. anywHO i’ve got a basic af list of wanted connections for him right HERE & i'll be working on making an actual bio for him over the next few days!! if you wanna plot w this hot ass mess, just like this or hop into my IMs bc i cannot wait to plot with all ya’ll!!

( TW: mentions of death, cancer, alcohol & weapons. )

BIOGRAPHY

was born and raised in denver, which means he’s always had a love for colorado.

ben’s the oldest of two siblings, his sister being ten years younger than him.

raised by two v loving parents who gave the pair everything they could have every wanted.

however, his mother did from breast cancer when he was 12 and that heavily impacted his father.

causing the older male to teach ben that having feelings wasn’t a good thing and that ben should bottle up everything because he wouldn’t get hurt that way.

something that ben took to heart and kept with him all throughout school.

speaking of, ben did really well in school, graduated at the top of his class and decided he wanted to go into the medical field.

so he did, went to medical school and started learning how to become a surgeon & to his surprise, he was really frickin good at it.

& along the way, he happened to fall head over heels for another student who was there to be a registered nurse. something his father frowned upon due to what’d happened to ben’s mother, but it was something his father quickly began to accept because he saw just how good the two were for each other.

ben ended up proposing to her about a year after they started dating & she said yes so they had a small courthouse wedding surrounded by loved ones... and a few months later they found out that she was pregnant.

this drove ben to be even more dedicated to his job because he wanted to be able to raise his son like his parents had raised him.

nine months later, along came his son and ben’s world quickly started revolving around that baby.

but all of that came to a screeching halt the second the virus hit.

benjamin knew that they had to get out of a populated city, so he packed his wife, his son, his father and his sister up and they were gone by sunlight.

however, his father and sister ended up getting separated from them and he didn’t know where they could have gone, even though he searched for days to find them.

things were okay for the first few month or so, they’d taken enough food to last from their home and the store but with an infant, keeping those supplies in stock wasn’t the easiest thin in the world and soon enough, ben found himself having to go out and search for formula and things like that.

those trips usually went pretty smooth, making sure his wife and son were safe before leaving them for a few hours. however, the one time he happened to be gone longer than a few hours was the one time they weren’t safe at all.

he came back to find both of them gone, something that hit him in the chest so hard that he sat in that buildings for nearly two days just waiting and hoping they’d just moved to somewhere more safe.

but all the hoping and waiting wouldn’t make up for the fact that they’d been taken from him.

this caused him to start being reckless, to go down this dangerous path that he figured would get him killed.

but not only did he do that, he started to have to figure out how to survive on his own. he didn’t have anyone, which meant he’d have to figure out how to shoot a gun, how to hold a knife, how to protect and fend for himself.

so he did, finding guns and ammo that’d been left behind by people, practicing by lining up the numerous alcohol bottles he’d killed off days before and firing into them.

sure enough, he seemed to be a natural with that and with knives.. or a natural for violence in general. he liked the feeling, and it wasn’t something he was going to deny anymore.

& he didn’t deny it one bit. if he met people, he’d resort to violence and threats faster then he could blink an eye because he didn’t trust them, didn’t trust anyone but himself with the feelings he now kept bottled up.

fast forward to about five years later, ben runs into a group that calls themselves the heathens and they instantly catch his interest.

offering him food, water, anything that was needed and gave him purpose.. something he hadn’t had in years. not since he lost his wife and son.

he took the offer almost instantly and has been a guard for them ever since.

PERSONALITY.

hides behind a wall of sarcasm, cockiness, anger and lust.

doesn’t really care to get to know people and had a tendency to push people away before they get too close to him.

is …. stubborn as hell and refuses to ask for help with anything.

has a motorcycle and it’s his baby..

a hot mess

fluent in a lot of languages, picked them up so that he didn’t need translators at meetings with patients.

lowkey worried that people will figure out that he’s not the complete asshole role that he plays on a daily basis and is actually a very hurt person bc if people started realizing that, he’d have to start feeling again and tbh, he don’t wanna do that.

is the biggest flirt you will ever meet??

will try to either get u to drink w him or take ur alcohol.. there's a v thin line between the two options tbh.

super, super intelligent but keeps that on the dl ?

he cares… god he cares so much about people and the world but he pretends to hate everything because it’s easier than letting people in.

is a highkey hoe but he also keeps it on the dl

super into keeping fit as it’s a way to keep his mind from wandering onto subjects such as his wife and son. so he’ll like ?? find random shit to use as a homemade gym ??

still wears his wedding ring but wears it on his middle finger so that know one knows the real story behind it.

also keeps a photo of his wife at baby boy in his leather jacket.

actually super loyal and caring once you’re able to see get past his wall??which is really hard to do due to his job but if u do it he’ll cherish u.

has a bad habit of smoking so he looks for packs of cigs like ?? everywhere he goes.

is actually super open to teaching other people how to fight / use weapons because it's fun for him but acts like it'll kill him to do so.

is a burnt cupcake who has really good intentions but has horrible execution skills.

HEADCANONS

Benjamin was raised solely by his father, who taught him that most emotions were bad things to feel or to talk about. Meaning that he usually hides all other emotions other than anger and lust. Which means that most people see him as an asshole, something that Benjamin is actually fully okay with because in his mind, having people view him in that light is far easier than having to address and/or deal with his feelings. But that doesn’t mean that Benjamin is unable to feel any other emotions other than anger or lust, but he does keep a wall up around him that not a lot of people can break down. If you can break past that wall, though, you’ll find that Ben is far from the ‘asshole’ character he likes to play.

( TW: mentions of death ) Before the virus broke out, Benjamin was actually going to medical school, hoping to be one of the best surgeons in Colorado, maybe even the United States. However, the virus took his wife and son from him and it caused him to break, causing him to give up on the little bit of hope he had left and away from the 'helper’ path he’d be heading down. Instead he found himself becoming extremely reckless, loving everything about violence and danger. He started doing things that his old self would have hated and not caring about the fact that it was risky, that he could easily get hurt or lose his own life in the process. But in all honesty? He doesn’t care about his own well-being, letting the grief that still sits deep in his soul cause him to drift towards dangerous things.

( TW: mentions of weapons. ) Due to him being on his own for a few years before he found The Heathens, Benjamin had to learn how to survive in the toughest ways possible. Meaning that whenever he ran into other survivors, he rarely trusted any of them and if it came to it, he’d resort to violence to get what he needed to survive, food, weapons, whatever it was. Not to mention the fact that he had to teach himself how to use knives, guns and anything else that could have been considered a weapon, how to hunt for the food needed to survive and how to deal with the infected anytime he happened to stumble upon them. After a few years of that, though, he started figuring out that maybe the life of survival and violence was something that he was rather good at, and something he really enjoyed as well. Which was the beginning of him turning from the 'helper’ he wanted to be before the virus hit to someone who’s actually rather selfish.

STATISTICS.

full name: benjamin rhys kensington.

nickname(s): ben, benji (used by his wife mostly).

age: thirty-five.

date of birth: october 31st.

zodiac sign: scorpio.

place of birth: denver, colorado.

gender: cis-male.

sexual orientation: bisexual.

religion: n/a.

occupation: guard for the heathens.

language(s) spoken: english, french, spanish, welsh, russian, korean, japanese, italian, romanian, greek, gaelic and bulgarian.

accent: american.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE.

face claim: charlie hunnam.

hair color: blonde.

eye color: blue.

height: 6′ 1″.

weight: 225 lbs.

build: athletic.

PERSONALITY / TRAITS.

label: the cataclysmic.

positive traits: cunning, adventurous, intelligent, charming, loyal & brave.

negative traits: reckless, hedonistic, cocky, impulsive, flirtatious & closed off.

FAMILY

father: gideon james kensington. ( undetermined. )

mother: marie ann williams-kensington. ( deceased. )

siblings: a younger sister ( undetermined. )

TESTS.

myers-briggs: estp-a

enneagram: type 8 ( the challenger. )

moral alignment: lawful evil. ( the dominator. )

temperament: choleric.

hogwarts house: slytherin.

#lb.intro #( master of puppets — ooc. )#when will i ever not ramble in intro posts???#come plot w me tho pls

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The Deadliest (Part One - Chapter Five)

Watching the city of Seoul pass by in a blur, Lacey quietly rode in the back of the sleek black limo, observing the atmosphere outside the window. The CEO personally provided Lacey with the transportation, stating that she “must look as high-end as possible in the eyes of this idol in order to get a good interview out of Rap Monster.”

Lacey felt ridiculous riding around in the luxury vehicle being no more than a journalist.

She had declined the coffee offered to her by the driver, feeling too jittery to even think about consuming any caffeine. Instead, she opted for texting her friends, who were currently lounging in her apartment.

Monday 8:10 a.m.

Lacey 8:10 a.m. I’m on my way to the interview now… feel like I’m about to hurl.

Linzy 8:11 a.m. AH! Don’t do that! You’ll do great dude! I promise! Madi and I support you 100% no matter if this goes good or bad, so don’t worry about a thing

Madi 8:11 a.m. ye man!!! dont worry one bit youre gonna do so great youre gonna be so happy cause this is totally your journaling break!!!

Linzy 8:12 a.m. TOTALLY MAN! also… I just wanna point out that Madi and I made you look 10/10 so dat boi gon be askin fo yo digits just sayin

Lacey 8:15 a.m. Awe guys, you’re the best :) but Linzy omg no that isn’t gonna happen so don’t even put the idea of that in my head. I’m already dying as is. Don’t need more stress DX

Madi 8:16 a.m. lmao why would you be stressed about a hot idol askin for yo num??

Lacey 8:17 a.m. Idk man! I’m just freakin out. Ughhhhh

Lacey 8:17 a.m. Guys… I just got to BigHit… wish me luck. Tell my cat I love him. I’ll probs die

Madi 8:19 a.m. youre so dramatic omg XD but good luck bruh. you’ll do great. call us as soon as you get done!

Linzy 8:20 a.m. Yea! You’re gonna do fine!!! But I’ll tell fat bob that you love him dearly hahaha

Swallowing hard, Lacey’s mouth was dry and her feet were beginning to sweat in her shoes. Her legs felt weak, and she scrambled to get her phone into her bag again. Running her fingers through her hair, she fluffed it and closed her eyes, breathing in.

‘You can do this. You were specifically assigned out of every other journalist at Lorem to do this job. That’s all this is. It’s just a job. Just be your quirky self and forget that it’s Namjoon. Forget it’s Namjoon. Just forget. Forget.’

Climbing out of the back of the vehicle, Lacey was thankful for the lack of wind. One leg sturdy on concrete, hauling huge tote with interview-things, she slipped the other out behind her, shutting the door carefully after she was completely out. She was met by a squat little man, smiling warmly at the entrance to BigHit Entertainment HQ.

“Hello, Miss Cobb! You’re right on time!” The man waved for her to come closer.

“I try to be as punctual as possible,” she laughed, giggly with nerves.

Leading her into the building, the man went on to introduce himself as whom she spoke with on the phone—BTS’ manager, Jigaemae. Nodding to the man as he gave a mini-tour on the way to their destination, Lacey really couldn’t pay much attention.

“Right in here,” Jigaemae opened a door on the second floor.

The room was painted white, two chairs in the center of the carpeted room for the interview. A small table was placed beside one chair for Lacey to write on, the room set up completely for her convenience.

Walking to the seat on the other side of the room, Lacey turned around to the manager and bowed deeply, thanking him very much for showing her the way.

“It’s no problem at all,” he smiled. “I’ll bring Namjoon down now that you’re here.”

Shutting the frosted-glass door, Lacey watched his blurred silhouette walk away.

Breathing deeply, she opened her black tote and took out a trapper keeper with notepad and questions ready. Digging for a pen, she found her favorite—red—and clicked it.

A minute passed turning to two, only adding to Lacey’s anxieties. She began to read over her questions again to ready herself, putting the tip of the pen in between her teeth as she concentrated.

The ‘click’ of the door opening broke her gaze from the cards.

Tall and blonde, Kim Namjoon slid around the door, turning around to quietly close it.

Drinking him in, Lacey looked the man up and down, and back up again as he faced her and made his way toward his chair in the center of the room.

Pen still in mouth, Lacey’s eyes never left his face, memorizing every feature that she possibly could. Only did she snap out of her daze when he stopped two feet in front of her.

“Oh, hi!” Lacey slid the pen out of her mouth and placed it on the table beside her. Standing up, she pulled down the back of her skirt and smiled.

“I apologize, I zoned out for a moment. Was just going through questions,” Lacey extended her hand and smiled widely, internally punching herself in the face for mentioning her nervous habit of over-preparedness.

Absorbing her appearance, the idol smugly shook Lacey’s hand and chuckled.

Taking a seat, she gestured for him to join her.

The two held eye contact for a moment too long, causing Lacey to bite her lip and blush, looking down at her notepad again.

Clearing her throat, she crossed her legs and looked up at him.

“Before we start the interview, I thought we could talk and become a bit more comfortable with each other so the questions come a little easier for you. Is that alright?” Lacey cocked her head as she tried to hide a smile.

“I think,” Namjoon spoke, his voice layered with a rasp, “I would be more than happy to become a little more comfortable with you before this interview,” he smirked leaning forward, his arms resting on his knees, hands clasped together.

Swallowing, Lacey’s smile faltered a bit, her mind racing to comprehend the double entendre.

“Quit overthinking. He’s just being nice.”

“Uhm, r-right,” she stuttered, only causing Namjoon to smirk more. “Well, what can I call you in the interview?”

“You can call me anything you want, babygirl,” he replied with a wink.

Sitting up straight, Lacey uncrossed and crossed her legs again, hot under Namjoon’s gaze.

“W-well, how does ‘Namjoon’ work? Is that too informal?” she tried playing it smooth, mind the few stutters here and there.

Sitting back in his chair, he crossed his arms and made himself comfortable, resting his foot on his other leg and licking his bottom lip. “Babe, be as informal as you want with me. Please.”

Lacey’s jaw clenched as she fought back a wave of anger. “Okay, I understand that you get interviewed quite a lot. I really do. But I’d really appreciate it if you’d take me seriously.”

“Baby, I’m taking you more seriously than you know…” his gaze traveled from her eyes to her mouth, to her chest to her legs.

“Mr. Kim, you are being extremely inappropriate right n—“

“You’re the one breathing like you just ran a mile,” Namjoon leaned forward. “Your pupils are blown, you keep crossing and uncrossing your legs, which mind you, we both know what that means. If anyone here is being inappropriate, I believe it’s you, Miss Cobb.”

Standing up, Lacey snatched her things and stomped over to the door.

“Just because I’m a woman does not mean I will sit here and take that crap. You don’t know a thing about me, so don’t pretend that you do. Thank you for your time, and I’ll see myself out.” She opened the door and slammed it behind her, already making her way down the stairs to the main level before Namjoon had an opportunity to respond.

Biting his lip, Namjoon chuckled at the journalist’s reaction. Eyes catching red on the table, he saw that she had left her pen.

Picking it up, he examined it further and spotted a deep shade of wine smudged on the end. Remembering Lacey sticking the pen between her lips when he first walked in, he smiled. Slowly, he sat back in his chair again and stuck the pen between his own.

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