#HIS DAY. cannot wait to watch this tomorrow YES girl

[leclercsainzz]

ILLICIT AFFAIRS PART 2

PAIRINGS: lando norris x gf!reader / tom blyth x fem!reader

TYPE: social media au

WARNING: // cheating implied

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5

yourusername

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yourusername: the film is out! ❤️

tagged: @tomblyth

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user: seeing it tonight!!!

user: ya’ll see that kiss or??? 👀

oscarpiastri: do i still get those free tickets? 🤔

↳ yourusername: of course!

↳ landonorris: and me?

↳ oscarpiastri: you’re rich, shut up

user: wonder how @landonorris felt seeing his girlfriend kissing another guy like that

user: watched the movie last night and OMG

user: yn, do you prefer buzz cut or long hair on coriolanus?

↳ yourusername: buzz cut all the way!!!!!

↳ user: mother knows what’s up 😌

user: LOVED the movie!!

tomblyth: you’re truly phenomenal! ❤️

↳ yourusername: right back at you, my love ❤️

↳ user: STFU NSPAKSNDBFD

↳ user: @landonorris WHERE U AT, BRO???

user: “love” 😭😭😭😭

↳ user: not just “love” but “MY love” like?? 😭😭

user: watching it tomorrow, cannot wait!

user: her bf is stronger than me bc i would’ve been crying

user: DID YA’LL SEE THE KISS SCENE??? 🫣🫣🫣

↳ user: i was like 😮‍💨

↳ user: he kissed her like she was air 🫠 like the air he needs

user: the way tom’s looking at her in that third slide 😩😩

user: you both killed it, omg!!

↳ user: pov coryo took that personal 🤪

user: SNOW LANDS ON TOP, MF!

↳ user: on top of me, yes!

landonorris: you killed it, pretty girl ❤️

↳ yourusername: 😊

user: the difference between her responds to tom vs lando

↳ user: she’s over here calling tom “my love” while lando just gets some bs of emoji, i CANNOT 💀

user: lando be fighting for his girl’s affection, i swear

user: yn with tom 😩🥰🥰❤️😊😍😌😍😘🥵🥵😍🥰

↳ user: vs yn with lando 😊😊😊😊😊😊😊

↳ user: i feel like she’s definitely in love with tom

↳ user: he’s also in love with her, its so obvious

user: tom NEEDED that kiss in order to breathe, i swear

↳ user: dude he kissed her with so much hunger and desperation had me giggling the whole time

↳ user: convinced that was just tom and yn

user: HAPPY RELEASE DAY YA’LL!!! ❤️❤️🐍

user: you and tom were truly phenomenal as snow and lucy

↳ yourusername: ❤️❤️

landonorris

liked by carlossainz55, yourusername and 698,974 others

landonorris: fun times with MY girl! 😘

tagged: @yourusername

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user: he really said, “my girl”

user: is she attending next race??

user: he saw all the yntom shippers so he had to shut them up real quick, honestly as he should!

user: PARENTS ARE BETTER THAN EVER ❤️❤️❤️❤️

user: what about tom? 😭😭 @yourusername

↳ user: girl, bffr

user: idc i’m still shipping yn and tom

user: lando said, “everyone can sit tf down bc she’s my girl”

yourusername: love yaa 😘

↳ landonorris: i love you too ❤️

↳ user: yntom shippers how we feeling??? 😭😭

user: idk why but her comments/replies to lando seem so dry??? like before she’d say the cutest shit ever and now it’s like she just comments bc she has no other choice

↳ user: seems like she’s falling out of love to me

user: @tomblyth GET YOUR GIRL, DONT GIVE UP

user: everyone who is constantly shipping yn and tom need to move on!! she’s literally happy in her relationship with lando

user: are they officially back together??

user: @tomblyth

user: @tomblyth

user: she’s soo beautiful!!! 😍😍

user: lando really said, “if she’s anybody’s girl she’s MINE”

user: ynlando nation rise!!!!!

user: i know she’s clearly happy with lando but her and tom are honestly just the cutest

user: @ everyone who still ships tom and yn

user: not “my” but “MY” 👀

user: he got tired of ppl shipping his girl with someone else

user: mate, you’re stronger than bc the way yn talks about tom is just INSANE! she’s in love with him .. open your eyes

carlossainz55: 🤩🤩

user: the emphasis on the “my” 🤭🤭

oscarpiastri: this is cute or whatever

↳ user: my fav boy

user: wait!! does that mean we will be seeing yn in the paddock again???

↳ user: i hope so!!! 😩😩

user: idk about you all but i feel like her smile/face glows more whenever she’s with tom …….

↳ user: definitely, i agree!

↳ user: that’s bc tom’s her ✨daylight✨

↳ user: shUT uP OMG OMG, YESSS

↳ user: i foUnd my people

user: i missed her, omg ❤️❤️😭😭😭

user: will she be at the next race???

user: i feel like if she’s in love with tom, she should dump him

↳ user: that’s harsh, damn 😭😭

yourusername

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yourusername: a small bts photo dump:) 💗

tagged: @hunterschafer @tomblyth @joshandresrivera @the.sofia.sanchez

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user: hunter’s soo gorggg 😍😍😍

user: “a small bts” but it’s just tom

↳ user: it’s her excuse to post tom 🤣

user: the 6th photo was so unnecessary napaksns

hunterschafer: 😘😘😘😘❤️

user: wovey 🥺

user: yn’s down bad for tom, huh???

user: the chemistry they have on and off the screen is just unbelievably insane, omgg

user: 6th SLIDE??? HELLO??!!? MA’AM??!!?

user: I SHIP I SHIP I SHIP I SHIP

user: lando 💔💔💔💔💔💔

user: her and tom are DEFINITELY more than just friends and ya’ll CANNOT convince me otherwise

↳ yourusername: we’re just friends

↳ user: yeah and i’m jlaw’s daughter, but good try babe

tomblyth: my favorite girl!! ❤️

↳ user: SIR???

↳ user: bitCh what???!? 😳

↳ user: your what????

user: not him calling her his girl, BYE 😭😭😭😭

user: THIS LANDO MF BLIND ASF OMG 😭 iTs cLEAR THAT THERE’S MORE TO THIS WHOLE “friendship” BS

user: tHe 6th slide napaldndnfnc

user: not her posting the lake scene

user: wAit- are they about to kiss in the 6th slide??? bc i don’t remember no kiss in that scene

user: everyone is freaking over the 6th slide but the last one??? HELLO????? the hand on the chin?? 😩😩😩😩

↳ user: i thoUght i was the only one laswowhrbd

user: wovey, my love ❤️❤️❤️

joshandresrivera: love you, loser ❤️

user: their chemistry bro 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

user: its the way he’s looking at her in the last pic

user: tom and yn took their “relationship” to the next level

user: patiently waiting for lando’s comment

↳ user: i don’t think he knows what to comment 😭

user: she looks so much happier with tom, i swear

user: yn, be honest, are you in love with tom??!?

user: nah i feel bad for lando, bro 😭😭😭😭

↳ user: bro is clueless

user: lando losing on and off the track

↳ user: 💀💀💀💀💀

user: i genuinely want to know what type of relationship her and tom have cause???? it’s def more than friendly

user: @landonorris

user: i feel like she’s cheating on lando 😬

↳ user: 100%

user: they weren’t acting in the movie 😭 they were just being themselves, i swear

user: lando is one of the strongest soldiers i know!!!

user: i feel so bad for lando 😕😕😕😕

↳ user: he deserves better (me)

user: if you don’t want lando, i’ll happily take him

user: genuine question are they dating?? tom and yn, that is??

↳ user: no, but they might as well be dating atp

user: ya’ll gotta understand that a male and female can be close friends without having to be involved in a romantic way

↳ user: PREACH!

↳ user: there’s a thing called cheating, yk????

↳ user: with the way these two act there’s definitely more going on than just a friendly relationship

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yourusername

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yourusername: NUMBER ONE?!!?!!?????!!!!!??

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user: gagged the hater with this one!!

user: your singing had me captivated

thehungergames: ❤️❤️❤️❤️

user: CORIOLANUS >>

user: you were amazing

user: proud of you!!!

tomblyth: you did that!! 🤩

↳ yourusername: no, babe, WE did that!! 👏🏼

↳ user: “babe” 😭😭😭😭

↳ user: ma’am just say yall together atp

user: well deserved

user: singing was phenomenal, omggg

user: that’s what happens when snow lands on top!! 🤩

📌 pinned

user: number one in the world and in my heart ❤️

user: you and tom were absolutely phenomenal

↳ yourusername: 💗💗💗💗

landonorris: you deserve it!! ❤️

↳ yourusername: ❤️❤️❤️

user: lucy gray is stronger than me bc personally i would’ve sat down with coriolanus and talked it out

↳ user: no bc same!!!! 😩 like i can fix him

↳ user: i would’ve ran away with him, idc

↳ yourusername: babes, are we just forgetting that he’s the reason finnick’s dead???? or the fact that he’s crazy???

user: SNOW LANDS ON WHAT EVERYONE??!!?

user: proud of you, my love!!! ❤️❤️

user: not her holding a grudge against snow for killing finnick she’s so real for that LMAOOOO

↳ tomblyth: 😩😩😩

user: the real question is did snow ever love lucy gray??

↳ yourusername: i like to believe so, yes! but he definitely loved power more:(

↳ tomblyth: lies 😑 (i agree)

↳ user: please 😭😭 he’s so unintentionally funny

user: you guys all deserve it, each one of you was amazing!!

user: my snowbaird heart ❤️❤️

user: best movie this year, i don’t make the rules

songbirdsandsnakes: thanks to our favorite coriolanus snow and lucy gray!!!! 🤩🤩🤩🤩

user: the movie was amazing, well done!!

user: I NEED MORE OF SNOW AND LUCY GRAY 😩😩

↳ user: i think we all do!!!

user: well deserved, pretty girl!!!!

carlossainz55: proud of you, yn! ❤️❤️❤️

↳ yourusername: ❤️ thank you, carlos

↳ user: missing this duo 🥺

user: ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

user: you and tom smashed it

↳ user: they took the “smashing” part too serious 🫢

↳ user: you did not 💀

user: my lucy gray 🤩

user: I NEED A PIC WITH THIS CAST AND THE OG’S

↳ user: yn met jennifer, i believe .. but same!!! 😩😩

user: your singing was phenomenal, babe!!!

user: why’d you leave snow at the end??? 😭😭😭😭

↳ yourusername: cause he’s crazy??????

↳ user: he just wanted to talk tho????!!? 😩 all you had to do was sit and talk with him and apologize to him????

↳ yourusername: so he can kill me after????

↳ user: he would do NO such thing

tomblyth

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tomblyth: it’s crazy to think tbosas is currently number one at the moment! this was such an unforgettable experience and i’m grateful i got to experience it with @yourusername ❤️

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user: I CANT, OMG

user: THE FIRST POST 😭😭😭

user: lando being in the likes??? 👀

yourusername: wouldn’t have wanted it any other way

yourusername: ❤️❤️❤️

songbirdandsnakes: snowbaird lives with you both ❤️

user: you both deserve it!!!

user: you killed it, mate! ❤️

user: they were both phenomenal, i cannot

user: both were incredible leads

user: it’s hard to tell if they’re just affectionate with each other or there’s simply more

user: if they aren’t dating, i NEED them to date 😭😭

user: they’re in love and nobody can convince me otherwise

↳ user: it’s so obvious

user: amazing leads!!!! 🤩🤩🤩

user: not lando liking 😭😭

user: SNOW LANDS ON TOP

user: you were amazing as snow! 👏🏼

user: does lucy gray haunt your dreams, be honest

↳ tomblyth: always

user: phenomenal actor

user: lucy gray or lucy gray??

↳ tomblyth: mhm .. none, i think i prefer lucy gray

↳ user: AS YOU SHOULD!

user: MY CORIOLANUS SNOW!! ❤️❤️ you were AMAZING

user: ya’ll cannot tell me snow didn’t love lucy bc he did

↳ user: he did love her in his own twisted way but he loved power more:((

user: i watched the move like 4 times already

user: if evil why so hot??

user: you and yn were phenomenal as snow and lucy gray

↳ tomblyth: ❤️ appreciate it, mate

user: why’d you betray my boy sejanus like that? 😭😭

user: LANDO IN THE LIKES 👀

↳ user: hes crying in a corner after seeing the first pic

user: they messed with our feelings 😩😩

↳ user: noo frr cause tell me why i was rooting for them knowing damn well how it would all end up 💔

user: i NEED them together

user: they look so good together 😩

user: you can definitely tell they love each other and not just as “friends”

user: well deserved!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

user: in my world snowbaird ended up together and are living happily ever after

↳ user: same!!!

↳ user: snowbaird and yntom

user: i know she’s dating someone but they look so good together, it’s like they are meant to be

imessage

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[rubyreduji]

of boobs and basses — ljh

summary: jihoon gets to meet his favorite rockstar, things only go up from there

tags: smut (minors dni!), fluff, idol!woozi, rockstar!reader warnings: smoking, explicit sex, multiple smut scenes, multiple orgasms, praise, fingering, biting and marking, oral, cum swallowing, finger sucking, spanking, hair pulling, creampie, crying, choking, squirting, over stimulation wc: 13.3k an: yes the reader and her band are based off of maneskin and vic de angelis. yes there is plot (but also a fair amount of smut ok). yes i love the banner thank you for noticing. here’s the playlist for this fic

Jihoon hates flying. Not because he hates traveling or because he’s afraid of heights, no he just finds it boring. Luckily he has WiFi and he can put his headphones on and sleep through the flight.

He’s sitting next to Seokmin who seems just as restless as Jihoon is, though Jihoon is a bit better at covering it up.

“Hyung, what are you listening to?” Seokmin leans over to try and look at Jihoon’s phone. His phone displays that he’s listening to Backseat Sex by LADYKILLER. “Oh, that’s the band with that girl you’re obsessed with. The one with the boobs.”

The words out of Seokmin’s mouth make Jihoon blush and he snatches his phone away. Seokmin isn't exactly wrong though.

Y/N L/N. Bassist for the rock band LADYKILLER. Jihoon may have a giant crush on you.

You and your band are well known for your ‘edgy’ image and your sexual stage presence. It’s not uncommon to see you on stage sporting nothing but pasties and a fishnet top. Sometimes no pasties at all. It seems these days he can’t even go on Twitter without seeing clips of you performing on stage topless, not that Jihoon minds.

That’s not why Jihoon has a crush on you though. You write most of your band’s songs, and to Jihoon nothing is more attractive than someone who understands music. You also just seem like a cool person, based off of interviews you’ve done and your fan interaction Jihoon has seen on social media. The way you handle fame is very different from how idols do, he likes seeing how free you are with your self expression.

Your music isn’t normally something Jihoon would like, but he saw one of your guys’ performances on Twitter and has been hooked since. Your stage presence is incredible and the chemistry of your group adds to that.

“Hyung this music is really…intense,” Seokmin says to Jihoon. Jihoon isn’t sure how much time has passed since Seokmin last spoke to him but when Jihoon looks over he can see that Seokmin has his earbuds in, listening to one of your songs.

Ex-Fling, off of your Razor Sharp Rampage album. It’s one of Jihoon’s favorite albums. 

“You really enjoy this stuff?” Seokmin asks.

Jihoon flushes a bit, “Yeah. Their lyrics are good.”

Seokmin gives him a skeptical look. “If you say so, hyung.”

As soon as the plane lands in New York, the boys are swept away to the Radio City Music Hall. The VMAs aren’t until tomorrow, but Seventeen is scheduled to do their rehearsals today.

“You guys are a bit early, so you can just wait around and we’ll call you when we’re ready,” one of the stage managers tells the group before running off.

The boys break off to go kill some time but Jihoon stays backstage, watching the way everyone runs around getting things ready. Jihoon’s eyes scan the area around him, looking to see who else is performing tomorrow night. He sees mostly backstage hands until his eyes land on one certain person and Jihoon feels his jaw drop a bit.

This cannot be real.

Jihoon feels like he can’t breathe. This has to be some kind of hallucination or something because there is no way this is actually happening to him.

Y/N L/N. Twenty feet away from him. Dressed in cut off shorts and a tank top. Jihoon’s mouth goes dry.

He’s not sure why he’s so surprised. This is one of the biggest music events in America, and you are a popular American musician. Still, even if he was expecting you to be here, he didn’t expect you to be here. In the same vicinity as him. Even thinking about it makes Jihoon’s ears turn red. He feels like a flustered school boy again.

He was just talking about you to Seokmin and now here you are, right in front of him, looking like a dream. Jihoon gets embarrassed just thinking about how many times he’s stared at photos and videos of you. 

You turn in the direction Jihoon is standing and your eyes light up when you see him. You start to walk towards him and Jihoon can feel his heart thumping in his skull. Surely you’re not walking over to him.

“Oh my god, you’re Woozi!”

You know who he is. Jihoon wants to pass out.

“I’m a fan of your work. I’m not usually a big K-Pop fan, but I like your stuff. Especially the solo you put out. Ruby? That was sick,” you tell him. “Sorry, I’m Y/N. Bassist for LADYKILLER.”

“I-I know,” Jihoon says. He’s thankful Vernon has been helping him brush up on his English. Too bad Vernon can’t help him with how shaky his voice sounds. “I’m also a fan.”

This seems to shock you a bit and an intrigued look crosses your face. “Oh yeah? That’s cool to hear.”

“Y/N! Come on, we’ve got soundchecks!” Jihoon looks over to see one of your bandmates (Tommy, the drummer) calling for you. A bit of dejection fills Jihoon. He wanted to talk with you more.

“Ah, sorry Woozi. It was nice meeting you. I’ll see you later!” You wave goodbye to the idol before running off towards Tommy. It isn’t until you’re out of sight that Jihoon realizes he didn’t say bye back.

“Jihoon-ah! Where have you been?” His members bombard him when he finds them waiting in a green room.

“I-I think I just met the love of my life,” Jihoon mutters.

Everyone looks at him a bit incredulously. It’s Seungcheol who finally speaks up. “What do you mean Jihoon?”

“She’s here, and I talked to her. Y/N.” Jihoon feels like he’s in a trance.

“Yo, from LADYKILLER? I love that band!” It’s Vernon who says this. Of course Vernon likes the rock band with the hot bassist who’s boobs are always on display. That’s so Vernon.

“The girl who’s always showing off her tits?” Soonyoung asks. They’d get canceled so fast if the Carats heard them talking like this.

“Stop saying that about her!” Jihoon’s face is probably red as a tomato right now.

“Is it…not the truth?”

“What girl is showing off her boobs?”

Jihoon wants to curl up in a ball and die.

“Jihoon-hyung has a crush on the bassist from the rock band LADYKILLER. Y/N L/N. Her band does a lot of nude stuff,” Vernon finally explains. “Their music is sick as fuck, but probably not in any of your guys’ taste.” 

“She’s so pretty,” Jihoon mumbles.

“I hope I get to meet them too,” Vernon says. “James is so cool.” James. The guitarist. Jihoon thinks that he would get along well with Vernon.

The other members are all still staring at Jihoon and he wishes they would stop. Yes, he has a crush on a girl who is always topless. Can they please move on.

As if saved by the bell, a voice comes on one of the speakers.

“Seventeen please report to the stage. Seventeen please report to the stage.”

The boys all move to get to the stage, right as your band is finishing up. You wave at Jihoon when you see them approaching and shoot him a wink before following your band off the stage. And yeah, that definitely does things to Jihoon.

For the rest of the day and into the next Jihoon can’t stop thinking about you. He spends his whole night rewatching every one of your music videos, every interview you’ve done, and all the videos Jihoon has saved of your performances from when you were on tour last year. He might have an obsession.

Jihoon would probably have spent the whole morning doing the same too if he wasn’t taken to get ready for the award show. When the group gets to the venue they’re bombarded with cameras but once they get past those they are able to take their seats. Jihoon’s eyes scan the area quickly to see if he can spot your band, but he comes up short.

Soon the actual award show is starting and Jihoon doesn’t pay much attention to most of the awards, other than clapping when he should and noticing a few of his favorite artists when they come up in nominations or when they do their acceptance speeches.

When the time comes Jihoon gets up and goes backstage before their performance. He gets mic'd and then they’re being lined up to go out on stage. As much as Jihoon loves performing, he always finds it a bit strange to perform for people who aren’t Carats.

Jihoon does know that there is one Carat in the audience, so he dedicates his performance to you. The song goes too quickly for Jihoon’s liking and he thinks about how he can’t wait to be on stage with Carats again as soon as he can.

After their performance a few more awards are given, and Seventeen wins the award for the Best K-Pop and Joshua does all of the taking, as per usual.

Jihoon’s focus is lost again, until the announcer says a band name catches his attention.

“Next up to the stage with their hit single ‘Bruised Knees’: LADYKILLER!” The lights on the stage come up to reveal your band standing there.

Jihoon feels like a bit of a pervert from the way his cock twitches in his pants the second he lays eyes on you. You’re dressed in shiny black thigh high boots, a pleated mini skirt with a few chains and belts over it, and a button up shirt that only covers your shoulders and arms. Necklaces adorn your neck and dip down between your breasts that are out in the open. The only thing conserving any of your modesty is the silver star-shaped covers on your nipples. 

Attached to your body is your iconic bass guitar. It’s sleek in a dark blue color. The rest of your band gifted it to you right before your first tour. You look good with it. If Jihoon is being honest you look like sex on a stick and he’s doing everything in his power not to pop a boner right now.

You have a smirk on your face and Jihoon swears you’re staring directly at him. You continue to stare at Jihoon throughout the whole song, which is about rough sex and giving head, like most of LADYKILLER’s songs are about. The songs that you write.

The special thing about your song ‘Bruised Knees’ is that it’s sung by your lead singer, Luka, but also you, with you singing the second verse and the bridge and sharing the chorus with Luka. The rasp in your voice goes straight to Jihoon’s cock and he really hopes that you (or anyone else) can’t notice. 

You usually do backing vocals on the songs, but it’s rare for you to get your own part of the song and maybe Jihoon is biased but he definitely thinks you should sing more. Or maybe not because it’s really turning Jihoon on and he is in public and has a reputation to upkeep. 

When you’re done with your song you wink at Jihoon again and yeah, Jihoon really is screwed because how is it possible someone can look so good. 

By the end of the night your band wins both Best Alternative and Group of the Year. During both of your acceptance speeches Jihoon can’t pull his eyes away from you or the grin you have on your face.

When the award ceremony finally ends everyone is left to mingle. Most of Seventeen goes to greet some of the other K-Pop groups in attendance, but before Jihoon can join them, you’re approaching him with James in tow.

“Hey Woozi! Congrats on your award. This is my bandmate, James, he was wondering if he could meet Vernon?”

Before Jihoon can even respond, Vernon pipes up from behind him. “Yo! You’re James from LADYKILLER! Huge fan of your work man!” Vernon and James quickly engage in a conversation and Jihoon thinks it’s a little funny how similar the two are.

“Your performance was very good,” Jihoon tells you.

“Oh, wow, thanks! You guys too! I’ve seen videos of you guys performing, but seeing it live is a whole new experience. You guys are amazing.”

“Says the winner of Group of the Year.”

You scoff a bit embarrassed. You decide to change the topic. “Are you guys going to the after party?”

“After party?”

“Yeah. It’s basically an excuse for a bunch of musicians to get drunk together and do stupid shit. I’m only going because Tommy wanted to, but it would be cool to see you there. Your whole group too. No big deal if you don’t, but it would be nice to talk more.”

“Ah, yeah, maybe,” Jihoon says. He says maybe but he has already made up his mind that he is going to be there, even if he has to drag Vernon to go with him. There is no way he’s going to miss out on a chance to talk to you.

Vernon doesn’t take any dragging as he happily accepts to join, as it’s more chance for him to talk to the rest of your band. Joshua also decides to tag along with the promise to Seungcheol that no one’s going to get into any trouble.

Once inside the building, it’s clear this is a full on party. The air smells like alcohol and a wide variety of celebrities stand around talking to each other or dancing to the music. It doesn’t take long for James to find Jihoon, Vernon, and Joshua.

He shoots a smirk at Jihoon before telling him, “Y/N’s out on the balcony if you want to find her.” With that he leaves with Vernon and Joshua in tow. 

Jihoon isn’t sure how to take the interaction and if James is giving him a hint or not. Either way Jihoon slips through all of the bodies in the room before finding his way to the balcony. There are a few people milling around but it isn’t hard to find you.

You’re still in your outfit from earlier and you’re standing talking to another guy who’s very close to you. A cigarette is placed between your fingers and Jihoon stares as you wrap your lips around it to take a drag. The way the smoke leaves your lips and blows into the guy’s face is…quite sexy to Jihoon.

Your eyes flit away from the guy for a second and land on Jihoon. Your face lights up as soon as you see him and you quickly leave the guy to approach Jihoon. 

“Woozi! You came!” You smell like cigarette smoke and perfume and Jihoon has never been super into smoking, but the smell is intoxicating coming off of you.

“Jihoon,” Jihoon blurts out.

“What?”

“Call me Jihoon, please.”

You grin. “Okay Jihoon. Are you here alone?”

“Vernon and Joshua are here, but they’re talking to your band.”

“Ah, I see. Well then I guess you’re stuck here with me.” You send him a teasing smirk before taking another drag of your cigarette. The guy you were talking to earlier seems to realize you’re done with him and he shoots a glare at Jihoon before walking back into the building. 

You lean against the railing of the balcony and look at Jihoon with a sultry look. You look so damn good right now in your stage outfit with your cigarette placed between your fingers and the moonlight shining down on you. Jihoon is glad he’s outside because he’s already having trouble breathing and he’s sure it would be worse inside.

“So Jihoon,” you reach to grab his wrist and pull him closer, “what’s a big time K-Pop idol like you doing liking a nasty band like mine?” His skin tingles under the touch of your warm hand against his wrist and he wants to remember this feeling forever.

“I uhm…” Jihoon’s face is hot as he tries to figure out what to say to you. “I saw a video of you guys performing and I enjoyed it. I enjoy how you write all of your songs.”

“Oh? What video was it?” There’s a teasing tone to your voice and Jihoon knows what you’re insinuating. Yes, the video he watched did include you topless. But he swears that wasn’t what interested him. Before he can sputter out an answer, you laugh. “I’m teasing you. I’m well aware of the…allure of my band.” 

Jihoon wants to tell you that he thinks you’re more than just all of the sex appeal but before he can form the words he gets distracted. You’re staring at him intently, your eyes focused on his face. 

“Y/N?”

“Can I tell you a secret?” Jihoon nods. “It’s a little embarrassing to admit, but I kind of have a crush on you.”

Jihoon freezes. Did he hear that right? You, Y/N L/N, have a crush on Jihoon? 

“Ah, I knew that was weird to admit,” you mumble after Jihoon doesn’t respond. 

“No, no, I have a crush on you too!” Jihoon blurts out. 

“O-oh!”

“I’ve been so nervous every time you’ve talked to me,” Jihoon tells you. He’s still nervous. His heart feels like it’s about to burst out of his chest. 

“That’s…so flattering, oh my god. You’re just so talented and cool and pretty. You’re so pretty,” you say. 

Jihoon grins. “I think you’re prettier.” 

“I- I like that,” you whisper. “I’m really only called hot or sexy, so pretty is nice.” 

“You’re beautiful to me Y/N.” Jihoon reaches out to tuck a piece of your hair behind your ear. “I think I’m going to die if I don’t kiss you right now.” 

You quickly stub out your cigarette before grabbing Jihoon’s hand. “Not here.” 

You pull him back inside and you two weave between people before going deeper into the building, away from the crowd. You and Jihoon find an empty hallway and you stop and face Jihoon. His hand is still clamped together with yours as you two stare at each other.

“You can uh, you can kiss me now,” you tell him in a soft voice.

“Okay.”

Jihoon hesitates, just for a second, before leaning in and capturing your lips with his. Jihoon swears that sparks fly the second your lips touch. The kiss starts out gentle but quickly becomes heated and Jihoon pushes you up against the wall, making you let out a low moan into Jihoon’s mouth.

Your fingers bury into the hair at the nape of Jihoon’s neck and you pull him closer. Your bodies are warm as they’re pressed together and Jihoon’s hands run all over your stomach, relishing in the feeling of your warm skin under his fingertips.

Jihoon swipes his tongue against your lips and you open up, letting Jihoon lick into your mouth. Your fingers tighten around Jihoon’s hair, pulling a bit, as you let out small whines from the back of your throat.

Jihoon isn’t usually one for hook-ups, but that doesn’t mean he’s completely inexperienced. He slots his knee between your legs and you automatically grind down against him. Jihoon can already feel the heat of your cunt against his leg and his cock stirs in his pants.

You two break away the kiss. You’re panting but Jihoon doesn’t take a break, leaning in to kiss at your neck. He sucks at the skin, trailing down your neck until your barrage of necklaces stops him. His hands slide up your torso to your exposed chest and he cups your tits. Jihoon kneads at your chest and you let out a soft sigh.

“How many times have you gotten off to pictures of my tits?”

Jihoon takes a shaky breath, “Too many times to count.”

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” you mumble. Your hips are still grinding down against his leg and Jihoon is sure his pant leg is wet by now. “Jihoon, I need you.”

Jihoon's cock is hard in his pants and he doesn't think he's ever been so needy before. Just as Jihoon is about to pull his cock out, his phone rings. Jihoon grabs his phone to dismiss the call, but then he sees it's from Joshua, along with about two dozen texts.

Jihoon groans and picks up the call. "What?"

"Where are you? Seungcheol says our manager is looking for us, we gotta get back right now."

"Right now?"

"Yes. Meet us at the front and if you're not there in three minutes I'm hunting you down."

The phone call ends and Jihoon sighs.

"Ah, you have to leave, don't you?" You ask.

"Yeah."

You look sad for a moment before you perk up. "How long are you guys in town?"

"A few more days. This is kind of a vacation for us."

"Great! Here." You grab Jihoon's phone out of his hand and quickly type something. "That's my number. Maybe we can meet up later in the week. Since you're blue balling me right now," you tease.

"Y-yeah, okay."

"See you later Jihoon." You press a quick kiss to his cheek. Jihoon bids you goodbye and makes his way to the front of the building, hoping Joshua and Vernon don’t notice the straining bulge in his pants.

The next day the rest of Seventeen are planning what they want to do, but Jihoon is texting you. He worries that it might be too soon to ask to see you today, since you just saw him yesterday, but you tell Jihoon you’d be more than happy to see him today.

You send Jihoon a text with an address and when Jihoon pulls it up in maps, it comes up with an apartment complex. Your apartment complex. Jihoon suddenly remembers that your band is New York City based. 

Jihoon is glad that you two will be out of the public eye, but the idea of being alone with you in your apartment drives Jihoon crazy. He really hopes you two can finish what you started last night. After all, you’re not the only one who got blue balled.

Jihoon ignores the rest of his member’s questions as he slips a cap and a mask on and leaves in one of the SUVs, giving the driver your address. Your apartment is closer to the outskirts of the city, but it’s a nicer building. Jihoon is sure that only people who have a lot of money can afford to live here, which makes Jihoon feel better about privacy concerns.

Jihoon puts in the code you gave him to get into the building and he makes his way to your apartment. When he knocks on the door you open it within a few seconds.

“Jihoon!” You grin wide at him. “Come in!”

Your apartment is nice. It’s large with lots of windows and modern interior design. 

“I feel underdressed,” Jihoon mutters. He’s in just sweats and a t-shirt.

“Don’t worry about that. I’m pretty underdressed as well.” You’re in a soft looking skirt and a tank top. You look really good. Jihoon has to look away when he notices you’re not wearing a bra, your nipples pebbling under the cloth of your shirt.

Jihoon knows why he asked you to hang out, but he feels too awkward to jump right into it. You seem to share the same sentiment as you move into the kitchen and grab two cans of coke out of your fridge, handing one to Jihoon. You two move into your living room area to the couch.

You have a few things scattered around and there’s pieces of sheet music all over your coffee table and couch.

“Sorry about that,” you tell him as you pick the papers up before sitting down. “Those are just songs I’m failing to write.”

“Failing?”

“Yeah. I can’t seem to finish them. I get ideas and then get caught up on stupid things,” you say with a shrug.

“I could look at them for you, if you want.” The words leave Jihoon’s mouth before he realizes what he’s saying. “Only if you want me to! I don’t want to overstep or-”

“No, that would be perfect! Could you? Let me get my bass!” You jump up and run into a room before emerging with your signature bass guitar. 

It’s even prettier up close and it looks loved but well taken care of. Jihoon’s gaze doesn’t falter as he watches you play. You yourself are lost in the music, focusing on playing and singing the parts of your song you have finished. Your fingers glide up and down the next of your guitar as you tap your foot against the ground to keep beat. With the sun shining through your open windows, you look beautiful like this. Completely in your element.

Jihoon has to remind himself of the task at hand and when he starts to really listen, he realizes it’s very different from the normal stuff your band does. It’s still just as explicit as your normal work, but it feels more raw and visceral. He brings it up when you’re done.

“Oh yeah, this is actually music for a solo project I’m working on,” you tell him. “I’m really not supposed to tell anyone, but I trust you Jihoon.” Yeah, his stomach does flutter a bit. “When I write I can usually just focus on all of the sexual stuff, but I’m trying to add in more emotions with it, but I’m kind of struggling a lot.” 

“What you have is good. Let me hear some of the other stuff you’re working on and we can go from there.”

That’s how you and Jihoon end up spending a good part of the day working on music together. Jihoon doesn’t mind though, he loves music and something about writing and composing with you feels right. Both of your minds work in different ways, but combined you are able to piece together the songs until they’re perfect.

It’s comfortable, being in your apartment with you, doing the thing he loves. It feels like you two have known each other a lot longer than two days. You two just…click and it makes Jihoon feel warm when he thinks about it.

“Jihoon, thank you so much for doing this for me,” you tell him after you two finish another song. “I know this probably isn’t what you expected to do today.”

“It’s okay, really. I’m really enjoying myself. I think I’d enjoy doing anything with you.”

“Jihoon,” you say softly. You’re staring at him again, with your alluring eyes that just draw Jihoon in. “Can I kiss you?”

“Yes,” Jihoon breathes out and before he can even finish his breath, you’re leaning in. 

You cup Jihoon’s face, kissing him fiercely as you do. Jihoon nearly topples off the couch, but he grabs on to you, kissing you back. Your lips clash together as you do your best to taste each other as much as you can. As much as Jihoon loves song writing, he can’t deny that your songs are very sexually charged, and it’s definitely gotten him worked up in the hours he’s been here.

You two pull away panting, and you rest your forehead against Jihoon’s. “Do you want to…”

“Yes,” Jihoon nods, jostling your head as well. You grin and stand up, grabbing Jihoon’s hand to drag him behind you as you make your way to your bedroom, just like how you dragged him into the empty hallway last night. Hopefully today there won’t be any interruptions.

Once in the bedroom Jihoon grabs your waist and pulls you back into him, your lips crashing together. Your lips are so soft and Jihoon wants to kiss you forever. He reaches up to paw at your chest, feeling your pebbled nipple under his palm. He squeezes a bit too hard at one point and you gasp into Jihoon’s mouth and he decides he wants to get you to do that again.

Jihoon pushes you back until you fall onto the bed and he can crawl over you. He helps you tug off your tank top before leaning down to take one of your tits right into his mouth, his tongue and teeth gently playing with your nipple.

You squirm under his ministrations and Jihoon slots his thigh between your legs so you can grind against him like last time. You seem appreciative of the rough feeling of his knee against you as you roll your hips against him.

“J-Jihoon,” you moan. 

Your tits are slick with his saliva now and he tugs at your nipple with his teeth before releasing it. When he looks down at you he lets out a soft groan, his heavy cock stirring in his boxers. Your hair is already mussed a bit and your face looks warm as you stare up at him with soft eyes. Your bare chest is littered in forming purple and red marks and Jihoon watches as it rises and falls with your breaths. Jihoon can’t help but revel in the fact this is for him only. No fans or cameras or anything else to see you like this, bare and vulnerable.

Jihoon pulls his shirt over his head, tossing it to the side, and he watches the way your eyes trail down his pale, chiseled torso. Your hands reach up for him and you pull him back down on top of you, his weight settling on your body. Your fingers trail up and down his bare skin, your mouth pressed hot and firm against his.

Your leg is thrown around Jihoon’s waist and he rolls his hips into yours, his hard cock brushing up against your wet core. You mewl into Jihoon’s mouth, your fingers digging into the muscles on his back.

“F-fuck Jihoon, please. Please touch me,” you beg, your voice high pitched and desperate, making it impossible to say no (not that Jihoon would).

Jihoon peels his body away from yours once more before hooking his fingers into your skirt and pulling it down your legs, leaving you in just your underwear. Jihoon nearly starts drooling when he sees the lacy, red panties hugging your hips. His fingers trail up your leg and he rubs a thumb over your hip bone against the rough fabric.

“I thought you said you were underdressed. You wore these just for me?”

You nod. “Thought you’d like them.”

“I do. Though, I think I’d like them better off.” With that he tugs the fabric down your legs as well, discarding them on your floor.

You gasp when Jihoon pushes your legs apart so he can get a better look at what’s between them. Your pussy is already shiny and slick with your arousal, begging to be filled by something. Jihoon reaches out and trails his fingertips against your puffy folds, prodding and rubbing in a way that’s nothing but teasing.

You squirm under Jihoon’s touch, but Jihoon just ignores you, too busy admiring how pretty your pussy looks right now. His fingers slip between your folds and dip down into your opening, only to pull back a second later. When his fingers emerge they’re covered in your arousal and he uses the slick to slide his fingers up your slit, catching on your clit. You intake a sharp breath as your body stiffens.

Jihoon grins and starts to rub your clit in gentle circles. Slow and almost lazily, his fingers go around and around with no real vigor. Jihoon can see the way your pussy is leaking, dripping down onto your bed. You’ve been letting out soft whines as Jihoon touches you, impatient for him to do more. 

After what probably feels like an eternity to you, Jihoon finally slips his fingers lower before pushing two right into you. Your cunt is well slicked up and greedily accepts the digits being slipped inside. Your walls are warm and soft around Jihoon’s fingers and he slowly drags his fingers out of you before slamming them back in. He juts his fingers in and out of you as he strokes your walls with his fingertips. 

To Jihoon it’s not much different than playing the piano the way his fingers move skillfully in precise ways to hit all the right places. In a way this is also like making music; the sound of your soft moans and pants filling the air, mixing with the slight squeak of your bed frame and the wet slap of his fingers sliding in and out of your cunt. It’s erotic and intimate and beautiful.

Below him, your body is shaking on the bed. Your fingers grasp at the sheets below you as your hips rut up into Jihoon’s palm. Jihoon’s whole hand is drenched now and his wrist is starting to ache, but he doesn’t dare stop.

“Fuck, fuck, Ji,” you mumble as your legs start to buck into the air. Jihoon pushes your hips down with his free hand and you let out a long moan as your walls clench down on Jihoon’s fingers as this thumb rapidly rubs at your clit.

Your hips roll against Jihoon’s hand for a few more seconds before your body relaxes into the bed. Jihoon stares down at you in awe. You grin up at him.

“That was…so good,” you say, still a bit breathless. “But…I think I need more. Fuck me, please?”

There is no way Jihoon is going to say no to a proposal like that. You direct him in the direction of your condom stash and Jihoon quickly shucks off his pants and boxers. He’s about to start rolling on the condom when he hears you gasp.

“You’re huge,” you say. When Jihoon looks up, you’re staring directly at his crotch. Jihoon’s aware is he…well endowed. His cock is about six inches long, but wide in girth. “Shit Jihoon, get in me right now.”

Jihoon chuckles and continues to roll on the condom before climbing back into the bed. He pushes you back against the mattress and leans down to kiss you. While your lips are still locked together he hikes one of your legs around his waist before lining himself up to your entrance. He rubs his head against your folds before finally pushing the tip in. 

Jihoon’s mouth breaks off of yours and he trails wet kisses down your neck to your chest where he latches onto one of your breasts. His hips rut into you, slowly shoving his fat cock into your desperate cunt as you dig your fingers into his triceps. 

Your walls hug him tightly and it makes his mind a bit fuzzy, his only focus being on you under him. Your scent floods Jihoon’s nose as he buries his face into your tits and he wants nothing more than to eat you whole. He mouths at your peaked nipples, nipping and licking everywhere he can, marking you with his love bites.

Jihoon swears he’s the luckiest man in the world, being able to lay here in your bed, marking up your tits. How many photos has he seen of them? How many people has he seen thirsting over you because of them? And here he is, being able to devour them all for himself.

Inside of you, his cock pounds at your walls, stretching you open. The rhythm Jihoon set is quick, but not brutal, and the drag of his cock in and out of you leaves both of you with a pleasured feeling coursing through your bodies.

“God, you’re so hot,” you moan out. “Used to dream about moments like this. I would watch compilations of you grinding on the floor to the Good to Me choreo.”

The words send a flush to Jihoon’s already warm face. He’s not sure if he should be embarrassed or find that incredibly hot. Maybe a bit of both. All he knows is that he’ll never be able to think of that song the same anymore.

Everything about you is intoxicating to the idol. Particularly in this moment though, the way you keep whimpering his name is driving him mad. Jihoon’s grip on your hips tightens as he rocks into you harder, his cock slamming into your sweet spot, making you cry out even harder.

Jihoon can feel his balls get heavier, ready to cum. He latches his mouth onto your neck and sucks hard as his fingers flit down to rapidly play with your clit. He’s hoping to get you to finish before him, but his orgasm hits him by surprise and his hips are stuttering as he releases his load into the condom. He doesn’t dare stop fucking into you though, even after he’s milked himself dry with your pussy. Jihoon doesn’t let himself rest until your body is shaking under him, your cunt clenching down as your nails dig into Jihoon’s skin. 

When you’re finally coming down from your high, Jihoon gently pulls out of you before tying off the condom and throwing it in the trash. He flops down on the bed next to you and you cuddle right into his side, pressing a kiss right to his pec.

He reaches up to rub his hand up and down your back as you two lay there in silence, pressing kisses to each other’s bare skin.

Jihoon isn’t sure how long you two stay like that, until your kisses get a bit more meaningful and suddenly Jihoon is pinning you against the bed. His cock is already half hard again and it doesn’t take much to get it to full mast.

Your second round is softer, but just as intense. There’s a more romantic passion behind Jihoon’s motions as he takes his time getting you both off. Sensual kisses are traded as you and Jihoon whisper praises back and forth.

Halfway through fucking you Jihoon has the fleeting thought that he doesn’t want this to end. You both end up cumming together, your names falling off of each other’s lips with your foreheads pressed together. It’s oddly adorable and it takes Jihoon longer to pull out of you, completely content to keep his cock in you as you two lay cuddled in your bed.

When Jihoon finally does get up to discard the used condom and get something to clean you up, the sun is starting to set and Jihoon curses. When he checks his phone, his predictions are proved right at the sight of the numerous texts from their manager and Seungcheol.

You seem to realize this as well when Jihoon walks back to the bed and starts to get dressed.

“Do you really have to leave?” You look up at Jihoon. You look so cozy, cuddled up in bed, still naked. It really makes Jihoon want to stay and jump back in bed and tangle himself up with you again.

“Yeah, they need me back at the hotel,” he says instead, a bit discouraged as well.

“You’re in town for a few more days right?”

“Yeah, until Sunday.”

You reach out and grab Jihoon’s hand, pulling him to sit on the bed. You sit up as well, curling your bare body around his clothed form. You press a kiss to his ear.

“If you find the time, you should come to my concert on Friday.” Sleep laces your voice as you talk to Jihoon. Your body is warm pressed against him and Jihoon has never been more tempted to ignore his manager in his life. “We’re having a pop up concert to celebrate our fifth anniversary. I can get you seats in our VIP sections so no one would see you. I’ll text you the details but don’t feel pressured to come. Just, if you and your band want to do something fun, I can get the tickets.”

Jihoon nods. “Yeah, okay. I’ll be there.”

“Good.” Jihoon turns to face you and you press a quick kiss to his lips. “I’ll see you then. I’d walk you out but…” You gesture to your undressed form and Jihoon laughs.

“See you Friday. Sleep well Y/N.” Jihoon presses one final kiss to your lips before leaving your apartment, already missing you by the time he walks out the door.

The rest of the week Jihoon can’t do anything but wait for Friday, excited for your concert. He can’t wait to hear your band play live again, but mostly he can’t wait to see you again. You’ve been plaguing his mind since he last saw you, and it’s not just the sex. Jihoon can’t deny the pure, unbridled chemistry between you two and it makes his heart thump in his chest.

When Jihoon brings up the idea to his members about going to see your concert they all say it could be fun and Jihoon sends you a text affirming their attendance. Jihoon thinks it’s a little silly, his group of K-Pop idols going to go see your very explicit rock band perform.

When Friday comes Jihoon takes his time dressing up and he tries not to hit Soonyoung when he points it out. 

The concert starts at around 8:00pm and doors open an hour earlier than that, but you told Jihoon to arrive a bit earlier so it would be less obvious to spot them going in. When the boys get there a quarter after 6:00, they are ushered in through the back doors.

Backstage hands are bustling around and there are a few people shouting at each other. The venue space is nice, but not too big. From what Jihoon saw online, it’s a pretty exclusive concert to see live, but tickets were sold for online streaming as well.

The boys are shown to their seats in a balcony room with glass covering one of the walls so they can see the stage. It seems to have some kind of film on the other side so they can see out, but nobody can see in.

“Wah, this is nice,” Seokmin says as he looks around the room.

“And for free too, Jihoonie hooked us up well,” Seungcheol adds. “This Y/N girl must like you a lot.”

Jihoon can feel his ears heating up. “Yah, all of you shut up.”

He turns away from his members, too embarrassed to continue the conversation. Jihoon does have to admit, you really are doing a lot giving free tickets to the thirteen men on such a short notice, and to get them into such a nice room.

When the doors open, Jihoon watches as your fans flood into the room. He can hear the chatter of everyone and he smiles at how excited all of your fans are to see you. The whole place packs up soon as everyone waits impatiently for the show to start.

Then the time hits and everyone is screaming as your band walks onto the stage. Jihoon’s eyes automatically fall to your figure and his heart beats against his ribcage. You’ve got a wide smile on your face as you strap your bass onto your body and walk up to your mic.

“Let’s make some noise!” Luka shouts into the mic and everyone erupts into applause. “Welcome to our 5th anniversary pop up concert, we are LADYKILLER, and tonight, we’re gonna have a good time. We’ll be keeping this casual tonight so get comfortable, get hype, and enjoy this first song.” 

Jihoon’s eyes trail up and down your figure as your fingers fly over the strings of your bass. You’re dressed in a black leather boots, a short black denim skirt, and a silky white tank top lined with black lace. Your top looks closer to lingerie than an actual shirt and Jihoon can tell once again you’re not wearing a bra underneath.

You didn’t bother covering the hickies Jihoon left all over your chest and Jihoon feels his face heat up. The dark purple marks are scattered all over your bare skin and even though he’s a bit mortified, he’s also a bit proud.

Jihoon’s not the only one who notices the hickeys and he can feel his members send him suggestive looks as they watch the performance. Jihoon does his best to ignore them and focus on the band playing.

Jihoon admires how good you look up on stage. You really know how to work the crowd and you’re nothing short of mesmerizing to Jihoon. Every video he’s seen of you on stage doesn’t nearly do the real thing justice. After the first four songs your band stops the setlist to do some fan interaction.

“Y/N!” Someone calls from the audience. “Who gave you those hickeys!” 

Jihoon wants to die as his members start to howl in their booth and Jihoon hopes that it’s sound proof. You just laugh along.

“Ah, these? They’re pretty aren’t they?” You run your fingers over your clavicle. “Now for who gave them to me…it’s not very nice of me to kiss and tell is it? But who knows? Maybe the perpetrator is sitting in this very room right now.” You wink at the audience and everyone goes crazy, screaming at your words.

The concert is fun, with lots of crowd interactions as you guys answer questions and give your own anecdotes from the past five years. You guys even tease your next album, sending the crowd into a frenzy when they see the teaser for one of the music videos.

It isn’t until closer to the end of the concert that Jihoon starts to have a real problem. In one of your most popular songs there’s a wicked bass solo that consists of you playing for two minutes straight and it’s one of the reasons why you are one of the more popular members of your group (on top of well…you know). Normally Jihoon would be entranced by the skillful way you play your instrument, putting your whole heart and soul into your solo, but today he can’t focus on anything other than the way you look.

You look sultry as you smirk out at the audience. At one point your eyes flit up to where Jihoon is sitting and you wink and Jihoon thinks he might pass out from how sexy you look right now. You put your whole body into playing and when you bend over, Jihoon can see your bare tits hanging freely in the air and he has to shift around to adjust his growing hard on. He doesn’t know if he should worship or despise whoever your stylist is.

Behind him, he can hear Jeonghan and Joshua snickering. Jihoon does his best to think about anything that will get his semi-hard cock to go down, but unfortunately for him the last song in your set list is hands down the most sexually charged. 

As soon as the opening notes are heard, the whole atmosphere of the room changes. The lights dim as red accent lights bask the stage. Jihoon can’t peel his eyes away from you as you move with the music, your hips swaying along in a hypnotizing way.

He gasps a bit when Luka comes up behind you and grabs your hips, practically grinding on you as he sways with you. His hands travel up your sides and he brushes his fingertips over the upper part of your chest. When his hands move back down, this time they’re pressed to your front, dragging over your tits and down your stomach before he finally pulls away.

The whole time the crowd is hooked, and so is Jihoon. He’s a bit jealous that someone else is touching you in such an intimate way, but he knows it’s nothing but fan service, so he instead focused on how incredibly erotic he finds the moment, imagining he’s the one touching you instead.

After the song is finished your band thanks the audience before exiting the stage. The whole room is still buzzing with energy as they start to exit and Jihoon’s members seem to be hyped up as well.

“I see why you like them Jihoon,” Mingyu says and Jeonghan snorts.

“I can too.”

Jihoon groans but thankfully he’s saved when someone comes to retrieve them and guide them to the backstage area where your band is standing. You’re leaning against an audio case, drinking a bottle of water. Your body is shining with the post concert glow Jihoon is so familiar with. Jihoon is lost staring at you when a voice grabs his attention.

“Hey Y/N, isn’t that your boyfriend?” It’s Tommy who says this as he glances over to where Jihoon and the rest of Seventeen stands. Jihoon tries not to get flustered over his choice of words.

When you look over to where Tommy is motioning, your face instantly lights up at the sight of Jihoon. You stand up and cross the stage quickly before drawing Jihoon into a hug. “Jihoon!”

Jihoon snakes his arms around you and hugs you back. Your body is still warm from performing on stage and you feel nice pressed up against him. “Hi Y/N.”

“I missed you,” you whisper in his ear, just soft enough that only he can hear. His heart flutters at the words.

“Yo!” At the loud shouting you and Jihoon pull apart, just in time to see Vernon and James engage in a bro hug. You giggle at the two boys and Jihoon realizes that your hand has moved to hold onto his tightly.

The rest of your band is walking over and Tommy and Luka greet Vernon and Joshua. While everyone makes conversation you squeeze Jihoon’s hand and pull him away. He follows after, figuring his boys will be occupied with your boys for a while.

You pull Jihoon away from the backstage area and into your dressing room. It’s nice and large with a plush looking couch pushed against one wall. As soon as you close the door of your room you’re pushing Jihoon onto the couch and climbing on top of him, placing a leg on either side of his thick thighs. Automatically Jihoon’s hands fly up to hold your waist.

Your own hands cup Jihoon’s face as you kiss him softly. He kisses you back, soft and sweet. When you pull away from him, you wrap your arms around his neck, cuddling into his body.

“I’m so happy to see you.”

Jihoon is almost relieved to hear those words. The whole week he questioned if he was weird to miss you so much after only meeting twice. He likes knowing you feel the same.

“I’m happy to see you too. You looked great up there.” As he talks to you his hands rub up and down your sides, enjoying the silky feeling of your shirt under his palms.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Really great.” Jihoon shifts under you a bit, hoping you get the message. You obviously do when you giggle and lean down, pressing your mouth to his ear.

“You know Ji, I’m always so horny after performing. Help a girl out?”

Jihoon nods frantically and then before he can even blink your mouth is pressed up against his in a hot, wet kiss. Your fingers grasp the back of his neck, pulling him towards you and he wraps his arms around your waist, hugging you close to him. Jihoon can’t help but love the feeling of being able to have you like this again. You two fit together nicely and Jihoon wants to keep you in his lap forever.

Your thighs are tightly locked around his waist as you grind down on his crotch. Jihoon’s arms tighten around you even more as he bucks up into you. He’s been trying to keep his boner at bay but now that he has you all alone, he can stop caring. He rubs himself up against your warm core, already wet through your panties.

Something about the way you so easily fall apart in Jihoon’s arms drives him particularly mad. The soft whimpers that leave the back of your throat as you grasp at him more and more desperately. When Jihoon pulls away to catch his breath your lips are trailing after his, not quite wanting to let him go soon. Maybe Jihoon likes it because he’s just as obsessed with you as you are with him. He leans down to press open mouthed kisses to your throat and you giggle as he does.

“Didn’t even bother hiding them,” Jihoon mutters, his fingers trailing across the old bruises splayed across your chest.

“I wanted to show them off! You did such a pretty job.” You shake your chest a bit to show them off more, but Jihoon can only focus on the jiggle of your tits in his face. Jihoon dives down, his tongue laving right over them.

He can taste the salt of your sweat on your skin and it’s oddly intoxicating mixed with the scent of your expensive perfume and your weight pressing down on him. His cock is aching in his pants now, begging to find release.

You seem to realize this as you pull away from Jihoon and slip off his lap and onto the floor. The sight of you on your knees in front of Jihoon is nearly enough to make him cum on the spot. You look up at him with big pleading eyes and Jihoon forces himself to burn the image into his memory.

“Ji,” you whine, “lemme suck you. Please. You look so good tonight, I need your cock between my lips.”

Jihoon’s in a pair of blue jeans, a white t-shirt, and a leather jacket. It’s not much but he’s aware he looks good in the get up. He’s glad you’ve noticed as well. Jihoon internally gloats that while Soonyoung might of made fun of him, he’s the one getting his dick wet right now.

Jihoon shifts his hips a bit to signal you to go ahead and you dive right in, unzipping his pants and taking his cock out. It springs out of its constraints, heavy and hard as you hold it in your grasp. Without breaking eye contact with Jihoon you lean down and wrap your lips around the tip, sucking gently.

Jihoon takes an unsteady breath, not sure how long he’ll be able to hold out. He’s never wanted to cum as badly as he does now, watching the sight of your warm, soft lips on his thick, red cock head. Jihoon feels your tongue press up against his sensitive tip, lapping at where his precum has started to pearl, and he shudders.

He has to stop himself from grabbing your head and shoving it down his length. Instead he digs his fingers into the couch cushions next to him and goes his best not to thrust up into your mouth. You must sense Jihoon’s eagerness though, as you stop your coy act and widen your jaw, taking more of him in you. You bob your head up and down, your lips and tongue dragging against his cock, shooting pleasure through Jihoon’s body.

The sounds your mouth makes are the lewdest noises Jihoon has ever heard and he gets a picture to match it as he stares down at you. Your hands are wrapped around his length where your mouth can’t reach and your eyes are closed, focused on getting Jihoon off.

Your mouth and hands are skilled as you quickly work Jihoon to his high. You suck particularly hard at his tip and without much warning he’s bucking up into your throat, spilling his seed into you. Jihoon almost cums a second time just from watching you swallow down the load he gave you.

When you’re done swallowing, you open your mouth for Jihoon to see you took all of it and Jihoon can’t help himself from grabbing your jaw and running his thumb across your bottom lip before pushing it into your mouth. You automatically wrap your lips around it, sucking on it just like you did with his cock a few seconds ago. When you finally pop the digit out of your mouth, Jihoon’s cock is already starting to stir again.

Jihoon is aware you’ve probably done a lot of hooks up before. You’re a rockstar who writes songs about sex, of course you have to get your inspiration from somewhere. Still, the thought makes Jihoon a bit jealous and he has to push it down in turn to watch you start to strip for him.

You start with your top, easily tugging it over your head and tossing it to the side. Your tits are just as perfect as Jihoon remembers them. Jihoon stands up from the couch, his dick still hanging out of his jeans, as he crosses to where you’re standing. Without saying a word he reaches out and gropes your tits in his palms. As his fingers knead at your breasts, he leans in, connecting your lips together.

You let out a hiss that turns into a moan as Jihoon pinches your left nipple hard. Your hands scramble to push Jihoon’s jacket off his shoulders, the article of clothing falling to the ground with your discarded shirt.

His shirt is the next to go and Jihoon lets out a dissatisfied grunt when he has to pull his mouth away from yours. He’s not too upset by it though, because now he gets to feel your tits press up against his own chest. Both of your bodies are on fire and the actual heat of your dressing room isn’t helping either, suffocating his thoughts so the only thing on his mind is you and your pretty little cunt.

Speaking of your pretty little cunt, Jihoon’s fingers work frantically at the buttons of your skirt so he can have better access to it. He pushes your skirt down your hips and grabs one of your thighs, wrapping it around his waist so he can grind his dripping cock against your drenched panties. He groans against your shoulder when he feels the rough fabric of the lace against his tip.

Jihoon steps back from you to take off the rest of his clothes and he gets a good look at you then. Your lips are dark and swollen from how aggressively you two have been kissing and your chest is already starting to sprout new bruises from Jihoon’s relentless attacks on the soft skin. You’ve also shed your last layer and Jihoon gets a good look at your needy pussy.

Jihoon lets out a long exhale, his body screaming at him to fuck you.

He’s about to when he comes to a realization, causing him to curse softly. He doesn’t have a condom. He tells you that.

“Doesn't matter,” you tell him. “I’m on the pill and I’m 100% clean. Condoms were just a secondary precaution, but I need you in me now. Please Jihoon, just fuck me.” 

The thought sends Jihoon off. You just gave him permission to fuck you raw. The thought of your warm, wet walls wrapped around Jihoon’s cock without any barriers has Jihoon grabbing you and bending you over right there. You yelp a bit at being thrown around, but it quickly turns into a moan when you feel Jihoon grind up against your exposed folds.

“Ah~ Jihoon, please,” you beg. You sound so needy that Jihoon has no choice but to shove his cock into you. Your walls wrap around him desperately as he pushes into you. The fit is tight and Jihoon has to take a shaky breath before he starts to ram into you.

He can tell his cock is still just a bit too girthy for you from the way you whine every time he re-enters you. He slides his hand up your spine to between your shoulder blades and he presses down, pushing you into the couch cushions. 

Jihoon feels like he’s in a porno with the way he’s fucking you. When he glances to where your bodies are connected, a creamy ring has started to form around his base from your pussy. The recoil of your ass as he thrusts into you is hypnotizing and he has to pull his eyes away not to get too distracted. He slides his hand up further and into your hair, pulling back to lift your head off the couch.

Jihoon can’t believe he gets to be here with you like this again, his cock digging deep into your sweet cunt. His fingers tug at your hair a bit harder and your walls clench down around him, sending Jihoon’s brain and dick into a frenzy. 

“You like that jagiya?”

“Yes, yes, fuck Jihoon. I love it. Love your big fat cock and your strong hands and your sexy voice,” you ramble on, your voice tense and labored, taking breaks between your words just to catch your breath. 

Jihoon’s free hand lifts up off your hip, only to go flying back down against your ass, resounding in a loud slap echoing through the room mixed with your moan. Your ass is red when he pulls his hand back and Jihoon does it twice more before smiling, satisfied with the way it seemed to turn your brain off even more.

You look so pretty under him, sharing your pleasure with Jihoon as he uses your body to get himself off. When Jihoon glances at your face, your eyes are closed shut, tears spilling down your cheeks as a line of drool connects from your mouth to the couch. Jihoon’s stomach tightens as he watches you and he knows he’s close.

“Shit, Y/N,” Jihoon growls out as a warning before he’s pressing his hips flush against your, releasing his load straight into your pussy. At the feeling of his cum shooting into you, you cry out, your walls clenching down on him, pulsating.

Jihoon is panting as he pulls out of you, him cum spilling out along with it. His cum slides to the floor in thick globs and you groan at the feeling of it exiting your pussy. With shaky legs you stand up, clinging to Jihoon for support as you pull him into a kiss. Your mouths and teeth clash together, but it doesn’t matter because your lips are tangling together and Jihoon can taste you against his tongue and for now that subdues the urge to devour you.

Despite both of you just cumming, neither of you give yourselves time to rest. You push Jihoon back onto the couch before climbing into his lap again. Only this time, you line yourself back up with his cock before sinking down on him. His cock is still hard and he’s still terribly turned on so he’s not complaining. He’s grateful for his idol stamina or else he’s not sure he would be able to keep up with your insatiable desires.

“Shit, you’re still so tight,” Jihoon grunts. “Your cunt is perfect for my cock. So good for me.”

His grip on your hips is tight, probably too tight, but he can’t be bothered to care when your head is thrown back and the nastiest sounds are leaving your lips. Your tits bounce freely in his face as you fuck yourself on his lap and Jihoon can’t do anything other than stare in awe at them, enjoying the show.

“God Jihoon, you feel so good in me,” you cry out. Your fingers are perched on his shoulders, your fingers digging into the muscle so you can anchor yourself better.

As you bounce up and down on Jihoon’s cock, more of his cum pushes out of your cunt and drips onto Jihoon’s lap along with all of the slick your pussy is producing. Jihoon wants to cum in you again, already obsessed with filling up your tight cunt with his seed. 

His hands travel up your body and he gropes your tits harshly, pinch the nipples and scraping his teeth over your sensitive buds. You look like you’re about to ascend to heaven as you roll your eyes back into your head, moaning like your life depends on it.

It’s enough to get Jihoon desperate to go over the edge and he wraps his arms around your hips before pulling your body against his. You press your weight against his body, your legs giving out on you, as Jihoon starts to buck up into your sweet cunt. He’s sure the pressure is brutal inside of you, leaving you with a bruised cervix for later, but Jihoon only has one focus right now so he can’t bother being nice. He buries his face in your neck, doing everything to reach his high.

You seem to reach yours first, your body trembling in his grip as you trap his cock in a vice grip. This is enough to finally get Jihoon to cum for a third time tonight, spilling it all into your pussy again.

Jihoon’s body is sweaty and hot and he’s exhausted as he slumps back against the couch, out of breath with no thoughts in his mind. You don’t look much better as you drop your body on top of his, your eyes closing as you nuzzle your head against his chest.

Neither of you say anything for a while, just doing your best to regain your bearings and enjoy the feeling of your bodies sandwiched together. At some point Jihoon’s now flaccid cock slips out of you, but you don’t get off his lap yet. 

When you two do finally pull apart Jihoon is still feeling a bit light headed but he’s at least back down on Earth as he kisses your tear stained cheeks, rubbing your back.

“How are you feeling?”

“Good, very good,” you tell him. “Just…very tired now.”

Jihoon chuckles and stands up to grab a water bottle from the mini fridge sitting to the side of the room. You take it and chug the whole thing down. While you do that Jihoon looks around the room for something to clean you both up with. There’s a box of tissues sitting on your vanity and he grabs that and starts to wipe himself down before doing the same to you. It’s not the best clean up he’s ever done, but it’s the best he can do for now.

Jihoon finds his clothes and puts his boxers back on before crawling back onto the couch next to you. You lean against him, resting your head on his shoulder.

“You’re cute, you know that?” You mumble into Jihoon’s collarbone. “Right before you were gonna cum, you started mumbling in Korean.”

Jihoon flushes. He didn’t even know he was talking, let alone in Korean.

He settles on saying, “Your moans are cuter though.”

You stay silent for a moment before speaking up again, your voice more somber this time. “You’re leaving soon right?”

“Yeah, Sunday morning, so in two days.”

You snuggle a bit closer into Jihoon. “Would it be ridiculous to say I think I’ve gotten attached to you.”

Jihoon huffs out a laugh. “Not ridiculous, I think I feel the same.”

The truth is, Jihoon has gotten attached to you, even after only two days of interaction. There’s something so alluring about you that draws Jihoon in. Just like a siren calling a fisherman, you’ve drawn him in and it’s only due time before he crashes.

Your presence is comfortable and everything feels natural with you, it feels right. Jihoon doesn’t want it to end. He wants to store you away in his suitcase and bring you back to Korea with him. Everyday he’d get to wake up next to you, your pretty smile being the first thing he sees when he opens his eyes. You two would spend your days making music and cuddling on the couch. Then at the end of the day Jihoon would be able to press you into the mattress and have his way with you, enjoying the taste of you lingering in his mouth and soaking up every pretty sound he pulls from your lips.

But, he can’t. He has to leave you here, thousands of miles away from him, with a thirteen hour time difference from New York to Seoul. Not to mention you have your own careers and Jihoon is well aware of the time and effort his own takes. The Carats absolutely wouldn’t have it if it was revealed he has a girlfriend, who he was living with. Especially one with your public image. They would rip you to shred.

But god does Jihoon wish it would work out.

“Hey,” you say softly. Your finger is tracing patterns against his chest. “Would you maybe…want to spend the night at my place?”

Jihoon looks down at you and nods. He doesn’t care if his managers are going to kill him, he’s going to spend as much time with you as he can before he leaves. He shoots a quick message to his members who promise they’ll cover for him and then before he knows it he’s being driven to your apartment.

When you two get into your unit you order food for the two of you and then you fall asleep in Jihoon’s arms when you’re done eating. It’s painfully domestic and Jihoon holds you the whole night, afraid to let you go.

In the morning, when you wake up, Jihoon bombards you with a barrage of kisses and you giggle as you pull Jihoon’s body even closer to yours. It doesn’t take long to get both of you riled up, leading to your clothes strewn on the floor as Jihoon sinks himself into you once more.

That’s how you two spend the rest of your day, limbs tangled together, making love as Jihoon does his best to burn the feeling of your bare body pressing against him into his memory.

His head is currently shoved between your thighs, suffocating in your drenched pussy. You’ve had his thigh, fingers, and cock once but Jihoon is determined to get you off at least five times today. For now he’s taking his time though. His mouth moves slowly, teasing you so you get unbearably needy for Jihoon to give you more.

His tongue drags through your folds, collecting your slick and swallowing it down. Between the taste of your arousal, the sweet smell of your cunt, and the feel of your pussy on his tongue, Jihoon’s mind is muddled with a lust induced haze and Jihoon wonders if this is what it feels like to get high.

Jihoon’s plump lips wrap around your clit and he sucks on it gently, just enough to stimulate you but not enough to actually do anything. You squirm and whine and tug at Jihoon’s hair, but he ignores your attempts to get him to do more, content with driving you crazy for now.

Your legs squeeze tight around Jihoon’s neck, pulling him even further into your cunt. Your thighs are like earmuffs over his ears, cutting off his last sense so there’s nothing but you. Jihoon ruts his hips into the mattress under him, his own cock leaking and hard. He has a bit more resolve than you though, and he clamps his thick hands on your thighs, prying them apart once more.

“Please Jihoon,” you beg. “I need more.”

Jihoon pretends he can’t hear you as drags his lips to kiss over your folds like he’s making out with your pussy. He does this a few more times before moving his mouth off your core completely, turning his head so he can suck marks into your thighs. 

“Jihoon,” your voice sounds genuinely desperate, like if Jihoon doesn’t do anything you’ll actually combust. This is what Jihoon has been waiting for and he tightens his grip on you before diving straight into your cunt.

His motions have purpose behind them now as he licks at your sopping cunt. His nose bumps against your clit as his tongue flick back and forth over your hole. Your body is now trembling under him as you cry out in pleasure.

“Fuck, fuck, Jihoon, shit.” The words tumble out of your mouth as your legs shake around his head. He keeps eating your pussy out until your body goes limp.

He’s a bit surprised you came so fast, but he guesses you were pretty worked up from all of the teasing. And the previous orgasms.

Jihoon’s only cum once though, compared to the four times you have, and he’s not going to let you rest until he gets his second in. He picks himself up from between your legs and climbs over your body. He kisses up your torso, stopping at your tits for a moment, before finally making his way to your lips.

He kisses you hard and fierce, too impatient to be soft at the moment. You moan at the taste of yourself on his tongue. Your hips buck up into him when you feel his cock drag over your slit, his precum spreading against your folds. Jihoon is sure he could get off just like this, rubbing your pussy on his cock, and if he was just a tad bit more desperate he would, but he’s still slightly level headed enough to make the decision he wants to cum inside of you.

Jihoon spreads your legs wide before sheathing himself right into you. Your cunt allows him in easily, slick and stretched out from all of Jihoon’s previous efforts. His pubes brush up against your clit as he bottoms out in one go.

You let out a weak moan as Jihoon lets out his own deep sigh. Your walls are warm and soft around his aching dick and Jihoon imagines this is exactly what heaven feels like. As much as Jihoon would like to take his time with you, he’s already done that earlier and while teasing you, he got himself a bit too worked up as well. 

Jihoon doesn’t waste time, plunging his cock in and out of your cunt. His cock hits deeper and harder into you each time, slamming into your plush walls. The noises you make make Jihoon want to fuck you even harder and he grabs your legs and pushes them up against your chest, exposing your cunt to him even more. The change in angle has his tip digging into a new place, making you moan even louder.

“Ji, Ji, Ji,” you chant as the man in question continues to slam his hips into yours. Jihoon groans as he looks down at you, his hands pushing down against your legs to keep them in place, folding you in half. 

“So pretty,” Jihoon grunts. “My pretty baby feels good from my cock?”

“Yes, yes, so much. Feels soooo good Jihoon.” You’re babbling at this point, barely coherent from the pleasure you feel. The thought makes Jihoon smirk, gaining the urge to drive you completely for the edge. 

One of his hands releases your legs and moves up to your neck, clamping around it. His fingers squeeze firmly and you gasp a bit. He feels your cunt tighten around him, causing him to squeeze even harder. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as you throw your head back against your pillow.

Your skin is burning under Jihoon’s palm and he can feel the way your neck muscles move under his fingertips from the way you’re doing your best to let out strangled moans. Your body is already spent from the past four orgasms he’s given you, but he’s still not going to go easy on you. 

He wants you crying from his cock. Coming undone again and again and again until you can’t remember anything other than Jihoon. Nobody will ever be able to be as good as him and every time you go to write a new song, you think of him and this moment.

Your pussy keeps clenching down around him and Jihoon closes his eyes, trying to drag this out even more. He knows he won’t last much longer though. The warmth of the room combined with the warmth of your body has his own skin heating up, fogging up his brain. 

Jihoon feels your hand wrap around his wrist, pulling his fingers off your neck and moving them so they slip into your mouth. You suck on the digits, swirling your tongue around them, your taste buds pressing against his pads and that’s all it takes to send Jihoon over the edge. He cums deep into you, his cum shooting against your cervix.

Jihoon’s hips don’t stop though, pounding brutally into you, milking himself with your cunt. He pulls his fingers out of your mouth and slips them between your bodies, flicking and rubbing at your clit furiously. It isn’t until he feels you tense up under him, that he finally pulls his dick out of you. As soon as he does, the flood gates are broken and your cunt is spraying your juices all over the bed and Jihoon. 

The idol watches the way your pussy pulsates when you’re done squirting. You look completely wrecked and ready to pass out and Jihoon sees that as a job well done. Your leg keeps twitching every so often and Jihoon reaches over and massages it.

You whine a bit at his touch but don’t pull away. “‘M so sensitive.”

“You did so good for me,” Jihoon coos. 

When Jihoon is sure that you’re not going to pass out he gets up and pads into the kitchen to get you a glass of water. When he gets back to the room he finds that you’ve rolled out of the wet spot you made and are now sitting up.

You take the water from him and chug it down before making a feeble attempt to stand up. Your legs shake a bit and Jihoon has to steady you. He helps you to the bathroom where he draws you a bath and moves back to your room to change out the sheets.

When you get out of your bath you crawl back into the freshly changed bed where Jihoon is laying waiting. You don’t hesitate to snuggle down into his arms.

“I don’t want you to leave,” you admit in a small voice.

Jihoon sighs. He doesn’t want to leave either.

“I know that it’s unreasonable to do long distance,” you continue, “and that we both have busy schedules but, I’d really like it if we kept in touch. Then maybe the next time you’re in America, or if I go to Korea, we could meet up again.”

Jihoon kisses the top of your head. “I’d really like that too.”

In reality, Jihoon isn’t sure what’s going to happen. He’d like to think that you guys will keep in touch because he really hopes you do and for once he’s letting himself be an optimist. It’s not exactly like he’ll be able to forget about you anyway, so it’s better to keep a place open for you in his heart.

Jihoon holds you tight until he no longer can and he leaves you once more with nothing but a kiss and a promise to text you. His heart aches in a way he didn’t know was possible as he boards the plane to fly back home to Korea. Just another reason for Jihoon to hate flying.

This time Vernon sits next to him and the younger holds an earbud out to him. Jihoon slips it into his ear and the sound of a familiar bass solo floods his mind. Jihoon sends a grateful look at his dongsaeng, letting your playing soothe his heart. 

By the time the song ends Jihoon’s head is filled with ideas for songs about you and his heart is warm with a feeling that everything is going to work out in the end.

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"Did you hear who's going to be featured on LADYKILLER's new track?"

"No, who?"

"Woozi and Vernon from Seventeen."

"Damn, I already know it's gonna be good. I mean, Y/N and Woozi? Sounds like a match made in heaven."

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HAZBIN HOTEL EP 7 AND 8 QUICKK REVIEW

contains major spoilers, let's start!

how about we start with episode 7, hmm?

i must say, before the episode were released I had a theory, that alastor could make a deal with charlie and try to get her soul to(following the theory about lilith having alastor on a leash) try to exchange charlie's soul for his own BUT it did not happen, and I cannot say it's disappointing for me

as hannibal fun and an expirienced cannibalistic-joke maker it feels like a personal win to have cannibal town being one the most comfortable places in hell with cannibals being really wholesome and polite guys

and of course the diamond of the crown - rosie

she was amazing in this episode. she definitely has the vibe of this rich auntie who visits you once a year and gives the best gifts and advices. she actually gives amazing advices, that's for sure. and i love her friendship with alastor, i bet they meet every weekend and share gossips

all of us should be proud of charlie and the way she becomes leader and takes responsibility for her people. this is THE character development

here we are slowly coming to episode 8 also known as the finale of season 1!!

it was a bright culmination of all of the season 1 and it turned out amazing

but dear readers, i'm sure all of you have already watched it (maybe even 2 or 3 times, right?), so why don't i just say a few words about my favorite moments

the scene before big battle, where everybody is just spending time with other is exactly what shows how much are this lost souls now bonded. they realise they have no idea what is there, waiting for them in tomorrow and that's what make this scene

and let me just say it: huskerdust

it is a big joy to know this actually happened

i also might say that the victory wasn't easy nor unreasonable. think about the fact that nobody knew how to defeat angels is the exact reason hazbin's crew won. indeed the more power you got the less carelessness you should have.

and i'd really enjoy to share some of my highlights of this battle if I do say so

here wee goooo:

sir pentious kissing the girl he loves than heroically dies and goes to heaven. absolutely nailed it

charlie's demon form. and shall we not forget ruzzle and duzzle in their dragon form.

that absolutely iconic show up from lucifer and him in the whole battle

niffty killing adam. i'd say this is hilarious

alastor being beaten, afraid and panicked. yes, i WAS talking about it. it was important to show he can feel real emotions and fear and loss are one of them

three vees watching battle for hotel and living their best lives(i still hate val, just to be clear)

what is really natural about the battle that they don't just celebrate victory. they mourn pentious, and charlie feels guilty, but they still go on, rebuild hotel singing one of the best songs for the whole show

i am intrigued by what the season 2 has to offer for us, my dear friends and I surely will be waiting for it

now i'm just about to thank you for reading this and wish you a pleasant day!

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[hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds]

hiii!! Could i get a simple one shot where its specer reid x daughter(6) who had woken up with the flu in the middle of the night, and reid is just the best dad ever, if you can throw in a bed wetting scene as well, Lots of comfort i love your writting so much🤍

Request: hiii!! Could i get a simple one shot where its specer reid x daughter(6) who had woken up with the flu in the middle of the night, and reid is just the best dad ever, if you can throw in a bed wetting scene as well, Lots of comfort i love your writting so much🤍

This idea is adorable thank you for requesting!

Third person pov...

Spencer Reid was tired, the last case had been a hard one, in Las Vagas an unsub was kidnapping little children aged 4 to 8 and pretending that they were their parents, if the kid misbehaved or did something the unsub didn't want she would kill them.

She got through 8 children both boys and girls before the last victim little 6 year old esme, she had been kidnapped from the park near the unsubs hunting ground.

She was knocked out and kept the longest, a week later she managed to escape from the house, she had told the team she escaped when the unsub was taking a nap and forgot to lock one of the windows, covered in bruises and blood the little girl was saved and the unsub captured.

On the plane ride home Spencer was anxious to see his daughter, little Esme had remind him of his 6 year old safe home Virginia, the doctor was currently on the phone with the babysitter.

He sat drumming his left hand on the table waiting for the call to go through finally when the called connected he felt less anxious. "Hello Mr Reid" she said, Spencer relaxes slightly.

"Y-yes he-hello Mrs thorn, I'm calling to let you know I will be home by 1am, we have just left Las vagas" he explains to the babysitter, Mrs Thorn had been Y/Ns babysitter ever since she was a baby.

Spencer of course has a very demanding job and it always away on case from 2 days to almost 2 weeks, depending on the Unsub, he doesn't get to see existing daughter must when he does he spends every minute with her.

Only being 6 years old the little girl is very smart like her Daddy, she understood why he left her with Mrs Thorn alot, but I didn't mean he didn't love her just that he was busy saving other people from bad guys.

"Ooh that's great news Mr Reid, little Y/N has been missing you, she will be very happy to have you home" Exclaimed Mrs Thorn, Spencer grinned.

"I've missed her too, can you put her on for me ?" He askes hope in his voice, Mrs Thorn laughed slightly. "Of course I can, here she is- N/N its Daddy" Spencer can hear Mrs thorn say.

Then the unmistakable squeal of his daughter. "Daddy!! Daddy it's you" Exclaimed Y/N the little 6 year old had been given the phone to talk to her Dad.

Spencers smile widened at the sound of his daughters voice. "Hi sweetie, it's Daddy, I'm coming home" he says hearing Y/N squeal loudly in excitement at the news.

"Yayy! Daddy's coming home, you hear that Mrs Thorn!- yes I hear N/N- oh Daddy! I got a new book from the library" Little Y/N then spent the next hour telling her Father what she did the time he was away.

Hours later the plane finally lands, Y/N had fallen asleep telling her Dad what, she did almost two hours ago, throughout the time Spencer had noticed the team watching him with smiles on their faces as he talked tk his daughter.

Soon the group of 6 were walking to the bullpen to grab their stuff. "I cannot wait to get home and sleep I'm my bed" groaned Emily, JJ and Morgan agreeing with her.

Spencer grabbed bus go bag and normal bag and was making his way to the exit. "See you guys tomorrow, late start at 9 so relax a little before coming in" called Hotch from his office.

Soon Spencer was home, Mrs Thorn had left an hour ago after Y/N fell asleep, Spencer quickly opened and locked the door behind him as he walks in.

He tiptoes as silently as possible, taking of his shoes abd walking through the apartment, he puts down his bag, he pulls out the book he bought home for Y/N.

He goes to sit on to sofa but is stopped by crying, tensing Spencer looks to his daughters room. "N/N" he runs to her room and slams open the door. "N/N? Are you okay? It's daddy" he says to the dark room, the only light source being the night light.

"Daddy!" Sobs the little H/C haired girl, the 6 year old was currently kneeling on her bed, hair sticking up, rubbing her teary eyes as she cries.

Spencer walks over to her quickly, he shush the crying girl, picking her up and hugging her rocking back and forth trying to comfort. "Shh Shh it'd okay Baby, daddy's here daddy's right here " he whispers calmly in her ear.

After a while she stops, her sobs turning into sniffles, Spencer child feel his shirt soaked with tears but he didn't care, only comforting hid daughter mattered.

"Daddy" cries Y/N, Spencer shushes her again. "It's okay Baby" as he continues rocking thr 6 year old he finally notices the wet patch on her sheets where she was laying.

He then gently pulled the red eyed girl of his shoulder and infront of him, he then looked at the wet patch on her pj's. 'Oh no' he thinks.

"It'd okay N/N, you didn't mean to" he mutters, holding his daughter in one hand he pulled all the sheets of the bed, and started to run a warm bath for Y/N.

Rubbing her back thr Agent sat on the toilet to watch thr bath, bouncing Y/N as he did. "Daddy hurt" whispers Y/N her voice horse from crying.

Spencer then turned her around. "Where does it hurt N/N?" He asks, Y/N then point to her throat and head. Spencer the checks her forehead she does feel a little warm.

"Guess you got the Flu sweetie, don't worry after a nice warm bath I'll give you some medicine okay" he says to her, Y/N jsut nods as he turns the water off and puts her in it.

15 minutes later, Y/N is dressed in clean pj's and back in her Daddy's arms, idly sucking on her thumb as she waits for her Daddy to change her bed sheets and to get her some medicine.

Soon Spencer comes back, he had some kids medicine to her to take and he had changed thr bed sheets into new ones. "Here you go sweetie" he says and gives the medicine for her to take, once she did he picked her back up again rocking back and forth.

"Feeling better baby?" He asks the sleepy 6 year old, it was almost 3am at this point. Y/N doesn't answer only nods her head falling onto her Dad shoulder thumb still in her mouth.

The man sighs quietly. "She's falling asleep again" he whispers to himself, checking the time he goes to his bedroom knowing she won't be letting go of his now, the two get under the covers.

Y/N tucked securely under his arm, Spencer kisses her forehead. "Good night baby" he mutters against her still warm head though not as warm as before. "Night Daddy" comes the sluggish voice of thr 6 year old.

Soen soon finds himself following his daughter into the land of dreams.

The end!

Hope you liked this oneshot, I definitely enjoyed writing this, as usual sorry for spelling and grammar mistakes.

Request are open!

Word count: 1308

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[meshlasolus]

House Of Memories (36/?)

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Padawan!reader

Warnings: angst, darth maul (again, a warning in himself)

Summary: After the death of Satine, it is up to the rebelled team of rogue Death Watch members to help Obi-Wan escape, but there's just one problem... you're with Darth Maul.

A/n: i don't like this, like, at all... it is 5 am and i have so much to do tomorrow and i hate myself for staying up but i gotta stay on the HoM grind bc it makes me feel like I have at least the smallest bit of control over my life... anyways enjoy this disaster of an episode i'm gonna go sleep through Independence Day

also y'all if you like the story, maybe consider buying me a coffee :)

Words: 1.8k (yes, i'm disappointed in myself)

Obi-Wan never made it to a cell, his transfer was vastly interrupted by a group of rouge Mandalorians. They wore blue and white armor, and though he did not understand the significance of those colors, he was able to identify them as the cult called death watch. He'd had several run ins with them before, although now they seemed to be running to his aid. It was a stark contrast from his usual interactions with the group. Last time, if he remembers correctly, he was being shot at by three members, dodging the blasts and trying to get Satine to cover. She was always a stubborn one, Satine. He supposed now she was gone he may find himself missing it.

Over anyone else, he felt the most guilt, as a heavy weight on his shoulders. It tried to crush him, along with his anxiousness over your current situation. Satine had been killed, and you'd been left, alone nonetheless, with his arch nemesis, Darth Maul. He thought he was headed straight for a cell, but this coincidental clash of Mandalorians was perhaps in his favor after all.

A girl wearing the Convor markings on her helmet flew over, and when she landed on the platform, taking out a guard and ripping Obi-Wan's lightsaber, it became clear to him they this was not just a brush of the death watch, but a ploy to get him out.

She ripped her helmet away, revealing short, flaming red hair. She held a certain confidence about her that reminded him of you. You were always very sure of yourself in battle. She looked vaguely familiar, like someone he'd met before, but couldn't place.

She approached him with a sway in her hips, her smirk appearing as she inspected the lightsaber.

"I don't believe we've met; you are?" he questioned, watching as she ignited the lightsaber and helped him out of the restraints that he'd been placed in.

"I am Bo-Katan, I'm here to rescue you," she told him, taking a jetpack from her ally and holding in up to him. "That's all you need to know."

"As long as I can get out of here."

Obi-Wan turned and allowed for her to attach it to the armor he was wearing, tilting over upon receiving the weight.

"Do you know how to use this?" She inquired, raising a brow. He seemed like he was going to fall out of the sky, although he would try his hardest.

"In this case, I'll be a fast learner."

They all moved to leave, but there was a detail he was still not quite clear on. He held his hand up to grab their attention, accompanied by his words.

"Wait, we cannot leave yet," he explained, and all helmets turned to face him. Bo-Katan was confused, obviously, but stopped to listen to his reasoning. She had wanted to be in and out, close to boarding a ship by now, but Kenobi had other plans.

"Why not?" She asked, annoyed at yet another stint in her original plan. Her hands mounted her hips, as she stood by for his answer. He knew he probably wouldn't receive any help, but he wasn't leaving this planet without the thing that mattered most to him in the whole galaxy.

"My Padawan is still being held hostage in the palace. I need to find her."

He heard several modulated sounding sighs of exasperation, and he could practically feel the eyes being rolled beneath the hiding space of the helmets around him. This was a very unpopular idea, but he wasn't going to budge on it, and he doubted they would just leave him to fend for himself, since they'd risked their own lives to save him only moments ago.

"If she's in the palace, then she's with Maul."

She was contemplating it, that was evident, but her decision was made slower than anticipated. She knew about some Jedi traditions. A Padawan learner to their Jedi Master was the complete priority. She could see just by the look in his eyes that this learner of his meant even more to him than most would.

"I will not leave without her," he said firmly, and it was now she understood the extent of his devoutness. This learner of his was the only thing that mattered to him, this she could clearly see.

"Then you must find her. We can only take you so far, and though we can have an escape prepared, but the rest is up to you."

He sighed in relief, nodding his head and readying a plan in the battlefield on his mind.

"I will do what I must."

-

"You're a consular," Maul seemed intrigued, by igniting the saber that had been plucked from you upon capture. "The force made living, the wisest among the Jedi."

You had not spoken a word to him since you'd been separated from your Master. You knew that the more you spoke, the more you fed him to feast on. Your mind would not be manipulated again, and you were convinced that he wouldn't be taking any sensitive or otherwise private information pertaining to you, or Obi-Wan.

"You were wiser when the darkness filled you," he paused, and upon seeing a quick flash of fear in your eyes he chuckled darkly, realizing he had hit a nerve, but he wouldn't stop until he had severed it. "Oh yes, I can sense it... buried inside of you like you are its tomb."

You moved your eyes to the ground, refusing to show him any emotion henceforth, because as most force sensitive beings could, he saw more than most people did in even the slightest expression you wore.

"You keep it in a grave as if it is dead, but you know it is not. It waits for you to let it arise, to let it take control. It desires to give you all you've ever wanted and more, if you should only choose to accept its power. I know you've let it consume you before, don't think I missed the lovely streak in your saber blade. The markings of a healed crystal... it means that before it was there, you bled it."

He held his hand up in a fist, pulling you towards him in one swift motion. Now you stood, inches away from the Zabrak Sith, awaiting his next move. You needed to find a way out of here, this had gone on far enough and you only wished to be in the presence of one being this instant.

"Such a pretty face," he said, tracing a finger over the bridge of your nose and down to your bottom lip. He parted your mouth while watching with a narrow-eyed grin. "I can feel that the mind sitting behind it is far more interesting."

His hand moved to the side of your head, and he closed his eyes.

This was it; this was your escape. It was a half thought out plan, with very little confidence that it could actually work, but like most things you did, you refused to hesitate, not even once, before enacting it.

You opened your mind to him, giving him everything, or at least, everything you wanted him to see. Everything about Obi-Wan and the relationship you had with him, all the small details and memories you could fit into your thoughts at once.

You let him focus and dwell on those things, being so deep inside your mind that he'd forgotten all about the saber that was now only loosely clenched in his other hand. You pulled it to your hand in a moment of confidence, tearing yourself from his hold, and leaping back into a battle-ready stance. You knew you were foolish for this, and having figured out he'd been fooled, he seemed indifferent. Perhaps you'd let him see too much, things that were supposed to be for your mind only.

"I suppose I killed the wrong woman today," he reasoned, not even reaching for his saber, or the dark saber for that matter. "It seems you are the one his affections lie with..."

"How do you know those thoughts weren't just my diversion?" you were certain you could perhaps fool him again, but he was not a child, nor was he as brainless as your normal enemies. He laughed darkly, and did not even consider your suggestion, for he knew it was false.

"Oh, what a shame... Kenobi's young love shall be my dark apprentice, it will be my greatest revenge," he announced, sitting back in his throne with a shake of his head. "I've seen in your mind, he watched you cross paths with the darkness before. The pain, and the fear in his eyes was undeniable. When he sees you standing by my side, enraptured by the darkness, it will obliterate him."

"As long as he lives, my path is set. Nothing can derail me from his teachings," you stood strong, hoping to make him realize there was absolutely nothing he could do to persuade you. You didn't realize the real horror of what you had done until it was too late.

You gave Maul the most precious outlet for his vengeance, without even meaning to. You gave him yours and Obi-Wan's relationship. Now, he knew what Kenobi held dearest to him, he knew what would cause him the most pain and suffering. You were the key to it all. Even if you'd managed to escape today, he would never quit, never stop until he's satisfied himself on account of the man he hated so much.

He would have given a reply, had the glass of the roof not broken above him, falling on the ground around him as the Death Watch rebels flew in. You were thankful for the distraction and started running away to let the scene play out. They shot at him in a random pattern, giving him no time to think as he did his best to deflect the shots. You had almost reached the doors when you were grabbed from behind and lifted into the air.

You weren't afraid of heights, more so of falling, and it made you cling to your master as he took you out of the palace a moment after.

"You're late," you remarked, trying to avoid looking at the ground. It seemed irrational, considering you'd flown so many times before, however you entertained the fact that this was far different, as one sudden move could send you hurdling towards the planet's surface.

"You'll have to forgive me; I was a bit tied up."

As you saw the other members of the Death Watch follow behind you, you realized this was a set intention. They were there to help rescue you.

"I'm not very fond of this planet," you commented, turning to see the ship that could lead you off of it. This was a planned escape, and you thanked the Maker that there would be no more bumps in the road. You could not wait to be drifting in the abyss of space once again, as long as it meant you would be out of harm's way.

Obi-Wan cracked a smile at your statement, for he had just been thinking something along the lines of it.

"Trust me, I know."

-

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[magicbystarlight]

Venomous - Part Seven

Masterlist, Part One

Summary: A wife. A mother. A witch with someone else's name. That’s the life you didn’t want. So Tom offered you more.

Word Count: 2,897

Warnings: 18+, arranged marriage, assault, choking (not the fun kind), age gap, fear, Tom Riddle being Tom Riddle, sexual feelings, conflicting feelings, Pureblood politics, classism. Minors DNI.

A/N: Wow this only took, what, 10 & 1/2 months for me to write? I don’t know what it is about @pearlsofme and bringing me inspiration, but you can thank her for this update!

You stared at Abraxas, uncomprehending. He asked for your hand? 

"And she accepted."

"But you're with that Parkinson girl," you stated lamely. Mother made sure you knew all the gossip you could from the events you refused to attend while you were avoiding Tom all summer. Their photos had been plastered all over Witches Weekly. 

"She and I ended up being incompatible."

"But you're a Malfoy. The Malfoy." The Wizarding World's most eligible bachelor. There had to be a line of women willing to throw themselves at him for a chance to be the next Mrs. Malfoy. "You don't need an arranged marriage."

His head tilted, a small smile on his face. "Neither do you." 

The longer you looked at him, the less sense it made. "I don't—I don't understand."

His chest heaved as he released a heavy sigh. “When my mother informed me of the announcement your's had sent out this morning, I felt nauseous. The thought of men twice my age taking you as their wife—I couldn't let that happen."

The world swayed and it was you who felt nauseous now. You had not expected your mother to stoop that low, marrying you off to a man old enough to have been your father would raise too much backlash, but perhaps she would have. Or worse. But it felt wrong to have Abraxas bear the brunt of your mother's punishments.

"Thank you for looking out for me, really, but you don't need to protect me from this. This is my burden, not yours."

"Little Bird," his voice was soft and comforting, like it had been on Boxing Day when you were seven and had fallen off the broom Rick gifted you and scraped your knees. It didn’t cease the unsteadiness of your knees now. "You could never be a burden."

You attempted a chuckle as you said, "Except at a World Cup." There was no humor in your voice. 

His hand reached forward to cradle your cheek. "I understand that this is not an ideal circumstance, but I cannot find it unfavorable. I care for you and cannot imagine a better wife than the woman I already consider a dear friend."

Liar.

You shook your head, not at the man confessing his affections, but at your own sudden and intrusive thoughts. Abraxas had always been a protector of sorts, never complaining when your brother dragged you along with them so you wouldn't have to suffer your parents alone. You had even had a silly little crush on him when you were younger that took longer than you cared to admit to fade away. 

Abraxas was the best match you could have ever hoped for. You may not have gotten a choice, but at least you would be married to a man who loved you in some fashion.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you forced a smile at him. "You've always been too sweet to me.”

“Expect even more of that now that you are the future Mrs. Malfoy,” he teased. You barely managed to suppress the shudder that threatened to roll through you. A witch of someone else’s name. “Would you join me for dinner tomorrow? There’s still much to discuss and a letter doesn’t offer me such a lovely view.”

“Of course, I’ll speak with Professor Merrythought in the morning about it.”

“No need,” he assured, patting the hand that still rested on his arm. “Dippet owes me a favor. I’ll have a Portkey waiting for you in his office at seven.”

"Perfect,” you said, trying not to break your smile. "You should return to Slughorn. The Common Room is close and he must be watching the clock." Please go.

"Yes, he probably is, isn't he? That man never runs out of stories to tell." He leaned down, pressing his lips against your cheeks in a way that made you nearly flinch. "I'll see you tomorrow, Mrs. Malfoy."

“Tomorrow,” you promised, slipping from his grasp and headed down the corridor alone.

Sleep did not come. Both Abigail and Larissa had been in the Common Room when you returned, but only Larissa followed you up to check on you. You didn't tell her about Abraxas. It felt too new and too raw to share. You had thought you would have more time before being officially engaged, but time had never been something you had. It always belonged to others. Your parents, your peers, society, Tom. They had taken it, wasted it, left you with scraps. Now that time belonged to Abraxas.

The sun rose and you with it. You were gone before either of your friends woke. Expectations would be higher now that you were engaged to a Malfoy. Today there would be rumors to deal with after the stunt you pulled with the forest. There was a chance some of the Pureblood students had already heard of your mother's offer of an arranged marriage. Damage control would be needed.

You found cousins in Hufflepuff—ones you'd always kept in touch with and hung around for whatever family events you were dragged too—and let the day pass. They got help with homework and in turn you had eyes and ears for gossip as it evolved throughout the day.

It was early evening as you sat with a group in the stands of the Quidditch Pitch. Gryffindor was meant to be practicing today, but it had been called off at the last minute so Hufflepuff had jumped at the chance to use the field before their match against Slytherin next week. Arabella, a Fourth Year who was the daughter of your father's youngest sister, came scurrying up the stands. 

"Apparently, your mother discovered your affair with Professor Slughorn and is trying to marry you off to save the family from complete disgrace," she wheezed out as she plopped down.

You had a suspicion where that rumor had evolved from. It was a blessing, however. The more extravagant a rumor, the less believable it became. "How tragic," you said with a dramatic sigh. "Our love was one for the ages."

A fit of giggles erupted from the girls in the stands causing glances to be thrown your way from the others who had come to watch the team. Including a group of Slytherins—several members of their team and, of course, Tom—that sat only a few yards away.

In the midst of the giggles, Elphaba, a cousin of a cousin, asked, "So what did actually happen yesterday?"

"Yeah," piped up Eloise, some kind of distant aunt. "Are you actually getting an arranged marriage?"

You had that this was coming all day, patiently waiting for one of them to work up the courage to ask what they were all curious about. "I am," you admitted. "I know they're old fashioned, but it worked out so well for my parents. I couldn't imagine a better love story."

The girls stared at you in disbelief. "You want one?"

"I think it's romantic." They were right to question your lie, but you shrugged shyly.

They exchanged glances. "But, you seemed very upset yesterday?"

"I was, but it's a little bit embarrassing why."

Like Doxies to nesting Billwigs, they took the bait. Begging to be told what could possibly have left you so upset about getting exactly what you wanted. “We were supposed to wait until Christmas Break. I wanted a party for it, you know? A beautiful gown, all my cousins and friends there to support me. Rick too. It was a hard potion to swallow.”

Sympathy flooded in. Of course they understood. You deserved that celebration. How terrible of my mother to not wait.

"It's alright now. It all turned out for the best. I suspect I'll be happier spending time with my fiance over break rather than having a silly little party." You smiled coyly at them, dropping your voice so they had to lean in. "Wiltshire is gorgeous during winter."

The squeals that followed and the excited gasps of “Abraxas Malfoy?” had voided your whisper. You jokingly shushed them, pointedly avoiding the dark stare you knew had turned back to you. 

“It’s not concrete yet. We’re having dinner tonight to talk about it.”

It turned out better than you had anticipated. By the time you left them behind, there was little doubt in your mind that the news of your engagement would have swept across the entire school by the first class tomorrow. You were proud of yourself. It seemed that mother’s lessons had been worth the hours of your childhood they’d stolen. You’d have to remember to owl her your story. Perhaps she might actually be proud of you for it. 

Lost in your thoughts, you failed to hear the fast approaching footsteps. It wasn’t until your body was jerked back, scream muffled by a hand wrapping over your mouth, and dragged behind a mirror on the Fourth Floor that you recognized that you had been followed.

“What is wrong with you?” you demanded as your back hit the wall of a poorly lit tunnel. Another part of the castle you’d never seen before. How many of these places did Tom know about? 

He towered over you “I want to hear you admit it.” he said, hand coming to your throat.

“I have nothing to admit to,” you hissed back, trying to push him off. He was stronger. Your wand was in your sock, out of reach.

His body pressed against you. “These games are growing tiresome. I am not a patient man.” His lips brushed over your ear. “Admit that you want me. That you want us.”

You pushed harder against his chest to no avail. “Green may be your color, but jealousy does not suit you Tom.”

“You misunderstand.” His voice was like honey. “I am not jealous. Jealousy implies that someone else has something I want.” His hand slid up to cup your chin, thumb brushing across your lips. “I am possessive, darling. I don’t like others trying to take what is mine.” 

You weren't a possession and you most certainly didn’t belong to him, but your knickers had still grown damp at his words. 

“I am not yours, Tom," you said in a voice that was surprisingly steady. "And I would appreciate it if you removed your hand."

His hand slid back down your neck, pausing just above the neckline of your dress. Where a necklace would rest. "I am growing tired of the chase, darling. We both know this business with Malfoy isn’t what you want."

Tired of the chase. As if you had been the one who asked him to pursue you. As if you hadn't told him to leave you alone. "You know nothing, Tom. Whatever you think you understand about me you don’t. Abraxas is a perfectly good match, better than I could have ever hoped." 

"But I do know you," he insisted," I know what you want." His hand returned to your neck, thumb rubbing soothing circles against your skin. “And it’s not the life of some child bride pushing out heirs for a man who will never understand you. You want more than that. You want the freedom to sate those questions that burn through your mind. You want to know how I feel, how I can make you feel. You want the life I can offer."

Your breath hitched under his touch and you hesitated under the weight of his words. You could accept. Throw out everything you had been raised to be, embrace the side of you that craved a life dedicated to more. Tom had a bright future ahead of him. He could go anywhere, be anything. And you could do so with him, fight against the tyranny of the system that would turn against you once you no longer bent to their expectations. It wouldn't be easy, but wouldn't it be worth it?

No.

There was no guarantee that anything with him would last long enough for any of that to happen. He was a teenage boy whose interest could fade in an instant. You were not willing to throw your entire life away for a whim. 

“The life of a Pureblood’s wife is better than that of a Half-Blood’s whore.”

It wasn’t necessarily a shot in the dark to call him a Half-Blood. It was almost certainly impossible for him to have been Pureblood and you were fairly certain a Muggleborn wouldn’t have been sorted into Slytherin even if they embodied Salazar himself. And from his reaction, you were right.

"You will watch the way you speak to me." Your airway constricted under the pressure of his hand, leaving you clawing at it as you tried to find air. "I may be fond of you, but I will not suffer such an insult."

White spots speckled your vision, his voice sounding further away. He was going to kill you. He was going to kill you.

Your knees buckled beneath you as he pulled back. Air burned as you swallowed it down greedily, the stone floor cold against your legs.

“I have exercised an excessive amount of patience with you,” he said in a voice so low you could barely hear him, “but that patience is wearing thin.”

The words shredded against your throat as you spoke. “And you have just exhausted mine, Riddle.” You glowered, rising to your feet once again with wand in hand. “Stay away from me. From Abraxas. You will never touch me again. If you try anything, and I mean fucking anything, I will destroy you.”

“Empty threats don’t frighten me.”

"Better to be underestimated," your grip on your wand tightened as you backed away, "Gives me an upperhand."

Whatever conflicting feelings you’d had left for him had vanished by time you arrived in your dorm. He was going to kill you. Maybe not then, not on school grounds where suspects were limited and alibis too easy to disprove. But he could have easily done it. There had been no remorse on his face, no hesitation in his actions.

The water burned as you slide into the tub, Silenced sobs racking your body.

Tom Riddle had never cared for you. He had never wanted you. You had been a chess piece, a mouse, an amusement. You meant nothing to him beyond the entertainment you brought.

You had always known this to some extent. It was why you had hidden away. He was a predator, a snake, and you were his prey. A little bird with clipped wings lured in by the promise of flight. You were stupid. So stupid. Tom Riddle had made life hell for well over half a year, but in only two weeks he had completely decimated it. He’d pilfered your chastity, prompted your betrothal, and left you a tattered remnant of the woman you could have been before he ruined everything.

–

Malfoy Manor was the same as it always was. Grand, foreboding, lifeless. Abraxas had greeted you fondly, his embrace lingering. You were both relieved and anxious at being alone with him as you had expected his parents to join you. You expected them to lay out their expectations for you now that you were to carry their name and legacies. It is what yours would have done.

Dinner passed without the topic of your engagement arising. Abraxas had always had a way with getting you through difficult meals with his charms and this time was no different. Conversation was natural with him, discussing magical theory and the complexities of Potioneering and the latest gossip within your circles. It felt right. 

When the dessert plates had been swept away, he suggested a stroll through the gardens. 

“You have been absolutely wonderful tonight. I don't think I've enjoyed myself this much since, well, since that last dinner we had with Rick," you said as you walked arm-in-arm through the moonlit hedges. You wanted to relish in the easiness of the night after all that had happened. But easy was not something your life ever got to stay. "You’ll make a wonderful husband."

"And you a wife, Little Bird." The old nickname brought heat to your cheeks. He brought you to an old stone bench that sat nestled in an alcove. “We should discuss our plans for the future,” he said as you sat.

You glanced up at him with apologetic caution. “I hope you don’t mind a long engagement. I was hoping to finish school.”

"I would never rob you of your education." He sounded offended. Not angry, but hurt almost. "I don't think that curious little mind of yours could ever handle such a thing."

Your heart clenched. Abraxas cared for you. He understood you. And he would never try to kill you.

"What's wrong?" His voice was coated in concern as he shifted to face you. His hands came up to stroke away the tears that had begun to slide down your face. The silver of his eyes was more pronounced in the moonlit night. With furrowed brows he asked, "Did I upset you?"

"No," you sniffed, "no, Brax. I'm just incredibly grateful for you.”

He pulled you against him, letting your face rest against his chest. You clung to his robes, his arms wrapping around you, and tried to calm yourself. How could you have ever been anything but ecstatic with him?

"I was so scared, Brax."

You could feel the kiss he pressed against your hair. "I'll protect you, Little Bird. Always."

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[pridepurgatorium]

— It’s a horror movie!?!

@ombrotherlylove2023 , Levithan and Mammon

Day 3: Movie watching & hugs

Mention of Asmo having sex, very brief I would still consider it teen but if there is an issue I can easily change the line. I would like to note that I’m aware the story behind Mammon was traumatizing, as such consider this an AU where that didn’t happen, Levi did not make his brother watch a horror movie knowing what happened to him. The scene that triggers him is similar to his trauma and that's just because I'm uncreative.

Here, I made up for yesterday not being centered around Mammon. This one gave me the most trouble, I believe it was the 2nd to last one I wrote? You’ll see tomorrow’s work also features Levi and that’s because I originally wrote that for him… so…

Horror anime. Horror manga. Slasher gore-fests. You name it and there was probably something in Levi’s collection to suit your fancy. He’s read it all from the deceptively pink magical girl ones to Junji Ito himself; he thoroughly enjoys the genre (not all the time though, he has to be in the mood for it). 

One of his favorites, The Author Of My Favorite Book Asked For My Help To Write Her Next Hit But Anything I Write Turns Into Prophecies And So When I Plagiarized Chainsaw Man The Devils Started Attacking, recently got greenlight for a film that Levi patiently waited for (it’s been a decade! he deserves to complain!) and finally it’s here.

However,

This one is…

Scary. It’s terrifying. He can barely watch the anime with breaks in between so he’s sure he needs one of his brothers to watch it with him.

The question is who? Who will be his willing participant? Lucifer is a no. Satan might’ve said yes but aforementioned Lucifer has pissed him off bad recently and Levi would rather not deal with that. He can hear the fuckfest Asmo is having through the walls (why didn’t he cast a noise canceling spell???) and Beel and Belphie are for once, actually out of the house (Belphie is the surprising one), so that leaves him with one unfortunate brother.

Well Mammon would have to agree, after all how could you say no to Levi’s puppy eyes (and a couple thousand grim)? 

So just like that, it was movie night! Popcorn in hand, blankets grabbed, (one of his) DVD(s) popped in, and an already nervous Mammon on his couch, they were ready to go!

The movie started and for the most part Mammon was ok, maybe a shout here and there but other than that he was doing exceptionally well for his track record!… until he wasn’t…

There was a part in the movie where a ghost took control of one of the MC’s bodies and this shook Mammon to his core.

“Mammon? Are you ok?” Levi asked, starting to get genuinely worried when Mammon didn’t even yelp at that scene.

“I uhm- Yeah could we just take a break please?” Mammon asked after a little bit of working up the courage to ask.

Was it really scaring him that much? Levi was having conflicting feelings but of course he would pause it.

After a little while Mammon still didn’t look any better and that’s when it happened. In typical “just watched a horror movie” fashion, there was a loud noise from somewhere and Mammon screamed. 

Levi couldn’t think of anything better to do so he did the only thing he could think of and grabbed his headphones, put them on Mammon's head and hugged him as hard as he could, hoping to ground him like his older brother would often do for him. 

The noise was of course nothing, and they were some of the most powerful demons in the Devildom so logically, nothing could’ve harmed them.

But fear isn’t logical. 

But nobody is stronger than Mammon.

If anyone can work through his fears and better himself, it’s Mammon.

I keep changing my formatting I’m so sorry lmao. I’m not sure if I’m happy with this but it’s ok. Also I keep telling myself I like all horror but I cannot watch horror movies they scare me too much, I like psychological horror (spare reccs?) and I read some horror manga here and there but I don’t like it as much as I think I do lol.

#ombrotherlylove2023 #obey me shall we date #obey me #omswd #obey me mammon #omswd mammon #mammon angst #with some question marks after angst #obey me leviathan #omswd leviathan #leviathan fluff #i cannot spell demon names #purgatory’s fanfics

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gonna share this because joel's making me sad again and your blog makes me comfortable enough to tell my anxiety to shut up while i send this

i'm a big big delulu girl, i know denial isn't the solution to all issues but actually it is and I don't care what anybody thinks. this comes in handy when i watch depressing shows *ahem* the last of us *ahem* and need to 'fix' it. i do it all the time, it's pretty much an automatism at this point but here goes:

i want to believe that for joel and sarah , yes outbreak happen but not as an actual event. instead of completely erasing outbreak day, i just tell myself that joel came back from bailing tommy out and he saw his sweet little girl asleep, all alone in the house. she was so happy about spending the evening with him, doing something fun because he was always working and he let her down—again. but he'll do better tomorrow, it will be the weekend which means he gets to be home with her. so anyways joel goes to bed very late after dropping tommy off and that's when outbreak ‘happens’: a terrible, horrific vision, everything we've witnessed in the show and just as he's clutching sarah, crying for her to wake up...he wakes up. he's confused and panicked and it takes him a while to realize he's in his bed, in his house. 

but it was such a vivid nightmare he can't shake the feeling of it so he goes to the bedroom right next to his and you can't imagine the relief he feels when he sees sarah, one leg dangling off the bed, her blanket kicked away to the other side. he covers her again because he knows she’ll get cold and then kneels next to her, brushing the hair framing her face. he’d probably stay for some time, longer than necessary but in that moment, he cannot find the strength to leave her. 

she stirs and starts waking up, all confused and groggy to see her dad leaning over her. she mumbles something that sounds like “what are you doing here, dad?” 

part of him wants to be honest, tell her just lived his worst fear, that it was so real he needed to be near her. instead he just says he was up to get water and decided to check on her. 

she doesn’t question it—she fell asleep before he managed to finish his sentence. joel kisses her forehead, inhales the strawberry shampoo clinging to her hair and finally leaves.

he can’t go back to sleep so he makes himself a cup of coffee and watches the sun rise. 

before he can think about it, joel’s leaving a small note on the kitchen counter.

went to the grocery store, i’ll be right back.

and when sarah wakes up and finds the note, she’s slightly curious as to why her dad needed to buy food at the crack of dawn…couldn’t it just wait?

but the answer to her question comes quickly enough: joel pushes the door open, one hand holding a box of pancake mix and the other, a birthday cake

and they lived a happily after where joel’s biggest obstacle was to not cry in front of sarah when she gave him her handmade card (with the lyrics of the best day by taylor swift written inside) 😌

This isn't delulu at all babe, this is just what happened okay? This is the show. Joel goes and gets cake and pancake mix (with absolutely no mushroom whatever in it) and they have pancakes and cake and Tommy comes over and still eats gross fridge food, and they don't have to go to work or school.

Joel plays soccer with Sarah in the backyard in the afternoon, then they all go out to dinner in the evening and even though its a day late they get the staff to sing happy birthday to Joel and he hates it but he smiles. And when they go home, he and Tommy stay up watching football and Sarah falls asleep on the couch again, and, of course, Joel will always carry her back to bed.

#bec talks #the last of us #joel and sarah

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ꗟ𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓹𝓲𝓽𝔂 one; Who are you?

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x Sharma! reader

Words: 1.3k

Summary: your arrival at Aubrey Hall.

Warnings: Anthony is a jerk at first, talks of death (a new mini story!)

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The Manor was silent and cold, without any sign of life, just as it has been since that horrible day 2 years ago. The day Kate Bridgerton, nee Sharma, died along with the heir to be the next viscount during childbirth.

He loved Kate very much, he thought she was the love of his life. After everything they had went through in 1814, all the scandals, he was lucky she decided to marry him at the end, what Anthony had with her was a real love, not a marriage of convenience. That’s why her death hit him hard, taking with her a piece of Anthony Bridgerton when she died. He felt as if a part of him died that fateful night. He completely shut himself off from everyone, he closed down the Manor and set away all but the minimal staff possible, he wasn’t able to look at them, watch them mourn his wife as he did, she was loved by all of them.

He did not spend time with his family anymore, he hid inside the Manor, inside his study all day, never came out except to sleep, eat and go to the bathroom.

Just as he was once again, buried in his study, working endlessly on some papers, a cold cup of tea next to him when banging on the front door brought him out of his work. He ignored it and went back to his work, thinking some of the few staff he still had will open it soon enough. That was not the case as a few minutes later the banging started once again.

“Mrs. Wilson will you get the door!” Anthony yelled to the butler that was somewhere around the house. The banging still continued “Mrs. Wilson! –“ he groaned annoyed, stood up from his chair and headed down to the door.

He opened the door and came face to face with a young lady shivering, wet head to toe from the rain pouring outside furiously. He raised an eyebrow questioningly.

“Lord Bridgerton?” You questioned, when he nodded you spoke once again “I was told you could help me, I came all the way from India and need some place to rest –“

He rolled his eyes “I think you are confused, My house is not some charity that helps the needed” He went to close the door, once again annoyed that his work was interrupted by some girl that was asking for housing.

“ Wait! I am Kate’s cousin!” You spoke desperately before he closed the door. He stopped and took another look at you, now that he looked closely, you looked a lot like Kate “I am Kate’s cousin, Y/n Sharma” ah so this is the famous Y/n Kate always spoke to him about.

He sighed and opened the door again, gesturing for you to enter, he closed the door and led you to the drawing room “Mrs. Wilson!” he called our before he heard feet approaching to the drawing room quickly

“I am so sorry, my lord, I was helping Thomas in the Kitchen and then I went to the scullery to wash some pots and –“ the housekeeper spoke

“Just get the girl a towel, she is dripping water all over the room” he waved her off gesturing to you

“Of course, my lord, in a moment” the lady scurried off somewhere before Anthony turned back to you, looking you up and down before narrowing his eyes

“How did you know where I lived?” Anthony asked you

“Kate sent me a letter before she… she told me if I ever needed any help, to come to this location and she would help me” You answered looking down at the mention of her. She was practically your sister, that is why you were devastated when Aunt Mary sent you a letter informing you of what happened, of Kate’s death. “There were some complications back in India, some things happened and I could not live there any longer. Kate told me if I ever needed any place to live, she would gladly house me here in Aubrey Hall”

“Yes, well, she is not here, is she?” Anthony grumbled, clenching his jaw “I am afraid I cannot help you, you can stay here for the night since it is late, and it is pouring outside, but tomorrow I am afraid you will have to go somewhere else, as I said before, my house is not a charity that helps the needed ”

You furrowed your eyebrows, taken aback by his cold attitude, way different from the way Kate told you Anthony was in her letters “Why are you such an asshole? You are very rude, way different from how she said you were, she would be disappointed to see the way you are acting with a member from her family, with me, her and I were very close” you scoffed, he glared at you angrily, opening his mouth to speak when the housekeeper entered the room once again

“Here it is dear,” Mrs. Wilson said putting the towel around your shoulders

“Mrs. Wilsom, please show our guest to a bed chamber, she will be staying the night” Anthony announced

“Yes, of course” She nodded and led you to a room “Oh, we must make you a warm bath, otherwise you will get ill from the cold rain”

You walked down the stairs, holding the few belongings you came with. You were crossing the dining room when you saw the viscount sitting down, eating his breakfast. You stopped and entered the room making him look up from his plate, raising an eyebrow at you.

“I am leaving now, I thank you for your hospitality and am sorry for any disturbances I may have caused, Farewell viscount Bridgerton” You bowed your head respectfully and walked away.

You were not sure where you would go now, you did not even know where your Aunt Mary resided now since it has been a long time since you have received any letter from the Sharma family, since Kate’s death more precisely.

“Miss Sharma” the viscount called out, you stopped as you heard him approach you behind you “May I know where you are headed now?”

You turned around to look at him “ Well… I… was going to my Aunt’s home, she would be more than happy to have me, I am sure” you nodded

“Oh really?” He raises an eyebrow “I was certain you would have known that Lady Mary was visiting Miss Edwina in Prussia, were you not told?” he stated, you looked at him shocked.

Prussia? What on earth would Edwina be doing in Prussia?

“I…” You looked down at the ground before looking up at him again “ Truth be told, I have not received a letter from them ever since….. Kate’s death…” you saw him clench his jaw at your comment “But worry not, I will find somewhere to reside in, I have been told Lady Danbury is a great friend of my family and they have told me she has offered to also take me in”

“Listen, Lady Danbury is visiting my sister Daphne and her husband at Clyvedown and she will not be back anytime soon, your aunt said she will be back in 2 months” he sighed rubbing his forehead in frustration “I cannot let you out in the streets, you are Kate’s family after all and she would have never forgiven me if I let you leave so…. You can stay while your aunt comes back”

“Really?” You exclaimed “Oh thank you so much!” you squealed when he nodded and brought him into a hug, when you felt him turn rigid you let him go quickly “Sorry, but thank you so much, I promise I will not disturb you”

Anthony nodded pursuing his lips “ I will tell Mrs. Wilson to prepare you a room” and left without another word

Well he certainly was not someone of many words

#anthony bridgerton x reader #anthony bridgerton x y/n #anthony bridgerton x you #bridgerton imagine #bridgerton x reader #anthony bridgerton #bridgerton x you #benedict bridgerton #eloise bridgerton #hyacinth bridgerton #violet bridgerton #gregory bridgerton #edmund bridgerton #francesca bridgerton #lady mary sharma #lady danbury #edwina sharma #kate sharma

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PLEASE WRITE FLUFF ABOUT CHRIS PONTIUS PLEASE I CANNOT FIND ANY FICS ABOUT HIM !

i’m glad you asked bc i’ve been thinking about something all day, kinda like this

hospital visits w/ chris

maybe during the filming of jackass 3D

one week, you already caught a cold

runny nose, nasally voice, painful coughs

chris is the one who stops by your trailer the most, not scared to catch it from you unlike the other guys

he’d bring you soup and tea (he knows you don’t like coffee, and that lemon balm tea with ginger is your favorite)

extra blankets left in his trailer that he insists he’s not using (even though it’s insanely freezing in north dakota), and kleenex

sometimes he grabs your head and shoves a tissue up your nose, telling you to blow in a very bizarre old lady voice

“c’mon dear, you can’t expect to get better if you don’t blow it out!”

“ouch, chris, you’re pushing it too deep” “no woman i’ve ever been with has ever discouraged that before”

a couple of days go by and you’re feeling much better, the last of your sore throat being taken care of by crystallized ginger candy pontius kept in his pocket for you

you are in bad luck, however

it’s not even your stunt, bam and dunn are stalling the filming of ‘winter fat fucks’ bc the former has to pee

you’re distracted reading something on your phone when jeff tells one of the snowboarders in the fat suit to surprise tackle you

your phone flies from your hand onto the snow, and you wish you could trade places with it

instead of just dropping to the ground, you end up rolling downhill fast and a snow-covered rock is what stops your descent

the first thing you feel is a shooting pain in your back, the guy’s real body weight along with the suit’s weight pressing you against the rock

then, your head bounces off the thick snow and you don’t feel anything anymore

you’re out for just a few seconds, but when you come to everyone is surrounding you with a ‘wtf just happened’ expression on their faces

chris tells you not to move, crouching down next to you after jeff calls for medics

“how do you feel?” “is it too late to confess i never thought fat suits were funny?”

he rides in the ambulance with you, of course, busy drying your phone

“chris, leave it” “no, i don’t have mine on me and i really want to take a picture of how cute you look immobilized” “that’s a red flag if i’ve ever heard one”

at the hospital, you have to run through a battery of exams, including the x ray that confirms you have a fractured rib

chris waits outside of all exam rooms he’s not allowed in, bouncing his legs and crossing his arms

turns out, they are keeping you there for the night due to your concussion, but there seems to be no danger

at this, chris says he’ll be right back

when he does, you’re eating flavorless hospital food in your room, scrolling through your phone which is about to run out of battery

what you see makes your heart swell

he begins pulling out things from a backpack

first, toothbrush and toothpaste

then, a change of clothes for tomorrow since yours are still pretty humid

some chocolates, a phone charger, deodorant

and lastly, his laptop

“why didn’t you just get my toothbrush if you stopped by the set?” “i can’t treat my favorite girl? you know you love hannah montana”

yes he bought you an electric brush and a toothpaste tube with miley cyrus’ face plastered all over it

“and your laptop? i didn’t know i was interrupting your incessant grind, mr. all business” “we’re watching a movie, and i don’t care that you’re in pain, i’m picking”

maybe he really doesn’t care, because he forces you to move on the hospital bed so he can join you, having a really tough time fitting in comfortably

laughing is incredibly uncomfortable even after all the pills, surely not helping the soreness you’re feeling, but it’s inevitable with chris around

he takes a safe bet and presses play on the breakfast club

“first disney channel and now john hughes? are you sure you’re not a teenage girl stuck in a grown man’s body?” “ok, A, stop undermining my inner sensitivity. B, that’s not a joke, it’s the plot of The Hot Chick” “i think you would’ve done a lot better than rob schneider, for the record”

(truth is, he remembers when you told him years ago that it was a comfort movie)

midway through the film, he has to lift the computer from his lap and get another blanket because you’re shaking uncontrollably

he looks very worried, insisting on calling a nurse to check on you

it’s not like you can put up a fight, but apparently you have a fever, so he was right for that

the nurse gives you medication to lower your temperature and you go right back into watching the film

when he lays back, you pull the blankets up to your nose and cling to his side, hands around his bicep and cheek flush against his shoulder

it feels more right than anything in your lives

the meds do their job and you fall asleep before judd nelson can put his fist in the air

trying to leave and take his place on the armchair, your grip grounds him

you’re still shaking a little, and he feels like he could probably watch you better if he was in the bed with you, just in case

so he sets the laptop haphazardly on the small bedside table, hoping no disasters happen, and snuggles closer to you

he does not sleep, not really

constantly checking if your skin feels too warm or too cold, if your breathing is normal, if your heart is beating

in the middle of the night, you finally turn the other way, groaning with the movement

he jolts up, ready to run through the hallways screaming for a doctor if anything seemed out of place

instead, you search for his hand unconsciously, snaking it around your waist

he freezes, unsure of whether doing this when you’re asleep means it’s more or less genuine

your fingers intertwine loosely around his, tugging him forwards like a cartoon character floating in the air with heart eyes, following a pretty woman

now laying on his side, he uses his other hand to rub your back up and down, hoping it could somehow ease your tiny shakes/spasms to a stop

the repetitive movements lull him to sleep, finally

in the morning, you wake up to a nurse reprimanding chris for taking space in the bed when you’re the injured one

it gets worse when he breaks out of the layers of blankets and has to apologize for his ‘morning wood’, as he calls it

the look on the older woman’s face is that of dejection, excusing herself to get the doctor who was taking care of you

still curled in the bed, you look at his blushing cheeks and laugh so hard you feel nauseous

after being discharged and showering, chris helps you change

he nearly suffocates you with the spray of deodorant

(his deodorant by the way, claiming he smells better than you, which is a complete lie)

a coughing fit is very painful for someone with a broken rib, so you have to steady yourself by holding onto his shoulders

his hands are on your bare hips, clad only in low rise jeans and your bra

there’s a moment, when he asks if you’re good, looking so intently into your eyes

it’s just a moment, your chests moving in synch, your hands feel feathery-light

you nod, feeling your mouth is dry, asking for the hoodie instead of the extra blouse he brought

chris helps you lift your arms and pull the comfy fabric over them, promising to be more gentle than he has been

you chuckle, and your exposed chest vibrates with you, and he has to really focus on the task at hand unless he wants to be outed as a creep for staring too long

in his car, you thank him sincerely for being there

“how could i ever repay you?”

your joke is met with a surprisingly shy laugh

“how about breakfast?”

grinning, you agree, “sounds good to me”

he speeds off, toying with your nerves

(whether your stomach is twisting because of the dangerous driving or the crazy dude behind the wheel is unclear)

#chris pontius #hc #i guess #chris pontius x reader #jackass #jackass fanfic

[specialagentlokitty]

Mr Evershed x teen!reader - weight of the world

Part 7:

You spent the day with Mr Evershed and his family, watching movies and listening as his children explained everything about their toys and what they liked and didn’t like.

The curfew wasn’t going into place for another few hours, and Mr Evershed asked if you wanted to stay with them for dinner.

“No thank you, I’m fine.”

“You haven’t been eating properly (Y/N), that’s not fine.” He sighed.

You shrugged a little bit from where you were sat on the wall in front of his house.

“I have things I need to do anyhow.”

“And you need to take better care of yourself, now come on before it gets cold.”

You looked up at him and he smiled at you, gesturing towards the open front door.

With a sigh, you got up and followed after him, back into the house and you sat on the floor in front of coffee table with him.

You looked at the plate of food that was placed in front of you.

“I mean no disrespect but I’m not sure I can eat this. I grew up eating all home grown foods, I cannot process the things added into ready made food.” You explained.

“That’s why Martin got you this.”

Gaynor walked over, pushing the first plate aside, setting another one down in front of you.

You noticed it as the strew you could buy from the village near yours, and you looked up at her.

“You didn’t have to go all of that way.”

“It’s fine, we’re just glad you can stay for dinner. Do you always eat naturally sourced things?” Gaynor asked.

“Yes. I grew up learning to farm as part of my education, non of our crops are treated with chemicals or pesticides, everything is made with a collection of herbs and plants that your supermarkets do not have.”

“That’s why you grow them, isn’t it?” Mr Evershed asked.

You nodded your head, picking up your spoon so you could eat your food.

“We follow very old recipes from days long gone. Modern foods can be make us sick. Aside from some things of course, Milk if consumed in small quantities, that’s fine.”

She nodded her head.

“(Y/N) here also bakes, they’re the one that made the loaf of bread for you girls.”

The girls gasped, whipping their heads to you.

“Really?! Can you make another?!”

“If you want, yes.”

They cheered, Gaynor and Mr Evershed smiled at them.

You heard the sound of your phone, and you pulled it from your pocket, looking at the message you had just been sent.

Markus: dragon burial site empty. There’s another about to be released.

You sighed, typing a quick response.

You: send me the location. Lure them away if you can.

Putting your phone in your pocket, you quickly stood up.

“I’m sorry, I have to go. Thank you for having me, I will see you tomorrow.”

With that you rushed to the door, not even bothering to wait for a reply.

Violet was waiting outside on her motorbike, holding out your bag for you which you took, letting her race away before anybody could see the pair of your

“We’re working on keeping them both away from each other!” She shouted.

“Take me to the closest one! Keep the other busy!”

“Got it!”

It wasn’t far until she arrived at the first site, the bike screeched to a halt, and you pulled your mask and cloak on.

You’d prefer to have some armour if you were facing two dragons in one nights, but you just didn’t have the time.

“Get them out of here!”

Violet urged the soldiers away, you summoned your sword charging straight into battle, drawing the dragons attention away from them so they could get away.

This wasn’t just any normal dragon, this was a blood dragon, next on the ranking of dragons, harder to deal with, cunning.

You had to be carefully when fighting it, so you were quick to find any places you could use to hide just in case you needed too.

You had to swap to your bow, unable to get to close to the dragon.

Most of the night was spent just trying to fight the blood dragon, but eventually you managed to bring it down, and you sat next to her, running your hand over her side as she died.

You grabbed you phone to look at the coordinates for the next dragon, and you sighed, stuffing it back in your pockets.

“Od Ah Viing!”

Your voice boomed, creating a loud bang and you waited, hands stuffed in your pockets as you looked around.

It was only a few minutes when you heard the roar of a dragon, and you looked up, taking a couple of steps aside so he could land.

“Why do you summon me?”

“I need your help with a dragon, it’s somewhere on the other side of the city.”

He lowered his head, tilting it to the side just a little hit so you could climb on, hold in on to the horns on his head.

He took off with a powerful beat of his wings.

“I was wondering when you would call upon me.”

“Do you kiss the calls of war?”

“No. However I have been awaiting the call of the dovahkiin once more. I have seen all your ancestors, I have yet to meet you.”

You hummed a little bit, looking down at the town below you.

“I had no interest in this.”

“Many are aware, this makes you an easy target.”

You sighed a little bit.

“I know…”

“You are Dovah. Heart and soul of a dragon. You must be strong.”

You didn’t reply to the dragon, but you did pat his neck a couple of times, letting him know that you had heard him.

You got closer to where you could see the dragon just over the school, a giant hole in the ground.

It must have been a burial ground, but it wasn’t registered on the map that you had.

“Get me closer!”

Odahviing surged upwards, and you crouched down on his back, hanging on to the side of his head.

When you were right above the dragon you used the shout you had been building up.

“Joor Zah Frul!”

It hit the dragon in the back and it roared, blasting fire directly at you.

Odahviing took a sharp turn to the left, and you jumped from him, on to the dragon below you and you summoned your sword, stabbing it through its wing.

It wasn’t going to be able to bring the elder dragon down straight away, but it was enough to distract it enough for you to get on its back.

You grabbed the dragons spins as it tried to through you off, stabbing your sword through through a small gap in the scales.

It screeched, turning itself upside down.

“Odahviing!” You yelled.

Summoning another sword, you did the same thing as the dragon went surging towards the ground.

“Let go!”

You did as you dragon friend said, and he swept forward, grabbing you between taloned feet.

He used his thu’um against the elder dragon, slamming it back down into the ground it hand come from.

“Hold steady!”

Summoning your bow, you notched an arrow, holding it steady and you let the arrow fly as the elder dragon tried standing.

“Fus Ro Dah!”

Your shout surged the arrow even further, and you released your bow, holding a purple orb between your hands you tossed it straight down, watching as it turned into multiple arrows.

The elder dragon tried to counter these by attacking you and Odahviing, Odahviing couldn’t escape the attack quick enough.

He was thrown aside by a blast of fire, and you were barrelling towards the ground.

Thinning quickly, you tried to use another shout but you couldn’t use the whole thing.

“Mul Qah Diiv!”

You rolled over, letting your gaze go straight to the sky before the impact came.

And it did, it hurt, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as what it could have been.

Pushing yourself up, you stumbled a few steps, gold orb healing yourself in one hand, the other summoning your sword as you stumbled over to the elder dragon.

Sliding down the pit, you dropped to your knees next to her, taking off your mask, coughing up some blood into the dirt.

“You are weak…”

You looked at the elder dragon, laid on her side in pain.

“So are you… you’re dying..”

Putting your mask back on, and you sat on your knees.

“I can still kill you…”

“You can’t. You can’t move.”

You pulled your mask halfway up your face so you could spit some more blood onto the dirt, wrapping an arm around your ribs.

You placed the tip of your sword against the dragons scales, right above her heart and forced it past the scales, right into her heart.

Just as you did this you felt something pierce your chest, just next to your heart, and you screamed in pain.

Spinning around, you drove your sword through the mage that was behind you.

You let go of your sword, holding the gold orb in your hand so you could try to heal what you could before you magic ran out.

You managed to heal most of the internal damage, but you were still bleeding, still coughing up blood as you dropped to your knees.

Taking your mask off, you set it aside, resting your head on the ground, taking a few deep breaths.

“Hey!”

Grabbing your mask, you put it back on, looking up at Ebony who was grinning from ear to ear, being hung upside down by Markus and Violet.

“Grab on!”

You reached up, clasping your hands into hers, letting them all pull you back up and you dropped on to the grass.

“Stay still.” Violet whispered.

She placed a hand on your back, helping you heal your wounds and you smacked her hand away.

“Don’t touch me.” You spat.

“You’re hurt!”

“Then I’ll fix it!”

“Don’t be so stubborn, just let her help.” Markus huffed.

You looked up at him, placing your hand on the wound, feeling some blood still running through it.

“No. Because I’m pissed off you three.”

“What did we do?!”

You placed your hand on the ground, pushing yourself up, looking at them all.

“Why the fuck did you three not tell me about this burial ground?”

“We didn’t know.” Violet said.

“Bullshit! You have a map that tells you exactly where they are! I know you do! You won’t tell me where the fuck they are so I can beat Alduin to them!”

Markus put his hands in his pockets.

“It’s not going to change anything, you can’t hurt him he doesn’t have a physical form yet.”

“I should still fucking know!”

“Stop acting like a child!” He yelled.

You growled a little at him, and you walked forward, making your way away from them.

“Take me home.”

You spun around to face the three of them.

“You’re going to meet me there, you’re going to give me everything you have then leave me the fuck alone.”

The dragon above you screeched a little bit.

“Very well.”

Odahviing dropped in front of you, and you climbed on his back, letting him drop you back at your home, and you pat his head a few times.

Making your way back inside, you dropped your mask as cloak on the work table. You ripped your shirt a little more, looking at your wound and you grabbed one of the red bottles on a shelf, pouring it over the wound before drinking some of it.

Setting the bottle down, you made your way back upstairs, changing into a clean shirt and you went back downstairs to wait for the others

#ackley bridge #ackley bridge imagine #ackley bridge x reader #ackley bridge x you #mr evershed #mr evershed x reader #mr evershed imagine #mr evershed x you

[austinsgirl]

Rather Die | Chapter 3

word count: 1852

rating: mild nsfw

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"Hey it's Austin. It was super nice meeting you & I can't wait to start working with you! Also, you're a great kisser by the way ☺️" A message from Austin pings to Victoria's phone.

Reading the message makes Victoria smile all giddy.

"Um, earth to Vic?" Eliana says.

"Oh sorry. Austin texted me. I'll text him back later, but he said Im a good kisser." Vic blushes.

"Oh shit. Alright, I see you Austin. Starting the flirting."

"I can't believe this is my life now. I'm going to work with that tall, sexy, blonde haired, blue eyed man & now he's kinda starting to flirting with me?"

"You're winning."

"So true. Love that for me."

"Do you know who else is in the cast for the movie?"

"I think Molly Ringwald is going to be in it, which is super exciting, as you know I love the John Hughes movies."

"Right, right. Seems like a cool story line. Are you hoping to hang out with Austin before hand?"

"I'm hoping so. Id really like to get to know him before filming."

"Well, seems like it's a possibility."

"Yeah. I can't wait to text him back."

The girls finish up at dinner, then head back home. Victoria goes upstairs & changes into comfy clothes and heads back downstairs to watch some TV before bed.

She pulls out her phone, and texts Austin back.

"Hey! It was nice meeting you too, and I can't wait either! And thank you. You weren't too bad yourself 😉"

Austin replies, "Oh really? Well, thank you. Id love to sit down and chat with you, get to know one another. Want to do drinks tomorrow night?"

"Sure, I'd love too! Where would you want to go?"

"There's this place I like called Lounge 86. We could go there?"

"Oh yeah, I've heard of that place! That works (:"

"Alright, so I'll pick you up tomorrow around 8:30?"

"Sounds great. I'll send you my address (:"

"Cool, I'll see you tomorrow. Have a good night (:"

"You too (:"

Victoria is silently screaming to herself, not wanting to wake up Eliana if she's sleeping. She

cannot believe she's going out with Austin for drinks. Who would have ever thought?

The next day, Victoria's nerves were eating her alive.

"Babe, relax. It's not even a date. It's just drinks as friends." Eliana says to Vic, while she's making lunch for the two of them.

Vic paces back & forth. "I know, I know. But like, it basically is a date. We'll be alone, there's obviously chemistry between us. I feel like something is bound to happen."

"Maybe. Guess we'll see, but don't be nervous."

"Eli, this Austin Fucking Butler. The hottest guy on earth. I'm fucking nervous."

"You'll be fine. Here, eat your salad that I made just for you, then we can go pick out your outfit."

"Okay, okay."

The girls have their lunch, then go upstairs to Victoria's bedroom.

"Alright, so, what kind of vibe are we going for?" Eliana asks.

"I don't know. I guess hot, but classy?"

"Hm, okay. We could do a pant suit with a bralette underneath? A nice dress? Oo, how about this one? It's tight fitting, shows off the tits but not too much, with thick straps. Then pair it with a simple necklace & black pumps." Eliana holds up a black dress. Sexy but not too sexy. Classy, but not being super modest.

"Oh my god, yes. That's perfect. I wouldn't have even thought of that."

"You're welcome." Eliana winks.

Some time passes and Victoria gets ready for her night out.

She styles her golden brown locks up into twist, securing it with a clip. Her makeup is more on the natural side with some foundation, blush, mascara and a bit of eyeliner.

Once's she's beautified, she slips on her dress & pairs it with a simple plain heart necklace in silver.

There's a knock at the door. Must be Austin.

"I'll get it!!" Victoria yells from her room, slipping on her heels.

She scurries downstairs & answers the door.

Austin stands there in a striped navy suit with a plain black button down shirt underneath, of course the first few buttons being popped as usual, with a silver chain around his neck & heeled black boots.

"Hi." Victoria smiles.

"Hey." Austin smiles back. "You look great!"

"Oh, thanks. I just threw this on." she says jokingly.

"Ready to go?"

"Yeah, let's go."

They both walk out of the apartment building with smiles on their faces. Victoria can feel her stomach being in knots from being so nervous.

After getting into Austin's car, he drives them to the lounge where they'll exchange stories over drinks.

They immediately get seated at a table once they arrive, as Austin had made them a reservation.

They order their drinks and start the conversations.

"So, Victoria." Austin says.

"Mhm?"

"Tell me about you. Where are you from & all that."

"I'm from Auckland, New Zealand. I grew up with three older brothers, so I was the only girl plus the baby of the family. I've been acting for a few years now. Started off doing local stuff in New Zealand, then came here to LA. Wasn't super long after my ex & I broke up. You may have heard of him, Stephen James. He plays for the New York Rangers."

"Oh, yeah. I've heard of him. He's a good player. Crazy you both ended up in the US."

"Yeah, I feel like he followed me at first. He would hit me up every single time when he had a game here. Even though I would tell him no, or just not respond, he'd persist. It was annoying, but he's over it."

"How's New Zealand? I spent two years in Australia filming 'Elvis'. I can only assume they're pretty similar?"

"Yeah, they have their similarities. It's great there though. I miss it a lot. Im hoping once filming is done I can go back home to visit for a bit."

"I'll have to visit there someday. Maybe with you." Austin winks.

"Hmm, maybe. We'll see how things are in a few months." Vic smirks. "So how about you? Tell me some fun facts about 'Austin Butler'."

"Alright, uh, I was born in Anaheim, California. I have one older sister. My parents split when I was 7. I went to public school up to seventh grade then I was homeschooled to be more flexible with my acting gigs. Umm, my mom died when I was twenty three."

"Oh right, I remember you saying that in an interview. You were the same age as Elvis when he lost his mom. Im so sorry."

"Thanks. But yeah, we were the same age. It's one of the things that brought me close to him & made me really connect."

"I guess if we're getting that deep, I lost my dad when I was fifteen to heart failure. It'll be ten years this October, which is crazy."

"Oh my god. Victoria, I'm so sorry."

"Thanks. Crazy we both lost a parent so young."

"Yeah."

"How was it for you? Did it hit you really hard?"

"Yeah, it did. My mom was my best friend. I felt so lost. It's gotten easier of course, but that was the most difficult time in my life."

"I'm so sorry, Austin. I know that feeling. I was really close with my dad too. It was so sudden too. Like, even though he was in the ICU for a week & knew it was coming, it was still unexpected. I think I took almost a week off school because of how hurt I was."

"I guess I could say the same about my mom. Like, she had cancer. We knew it was a possibility of losing her, but when it happened, we weren't expecting it to be then."

"Right. Life's fucking crazy. You never know when you can have someone so important taken away from you."

"Yeah, it, uh, sucks to say the least."

"So is this movie your first project after Elvis?"

"No, this is my second. I did a mini series right after I finished Elvis, called Masters of the Air. It'll be out sometime next year."

"That sounds interesting. I still can't believe you played such an iconic person. I feel like I watched almost every interview you did. The dedication you put into it is astounding."

"Haha, thank you. Yeah, I'm really proud of it."

"Did you & Tom continue to write letters to each other in character after quarantine?"

"We did actually! It really helped to keep us in the mindsets of our characters."

"I think it's so cool that he got you a typewriter to do that. What a cool method."

"Yeah, it was great. I still have that typewriter too. I keep it in my office at home. I love it."

Austin & Victoria continue talking about their lives for another hour or so before heading out.

He drives back to her apartment building, thinking he was just going to drop her off.

"Want to come in?" Victoria asks.

"Sure." Austin smiles.

They make their way upstairs to the penthouse.

Quietly, they walk inside.

"Welcome to my humble abode." Vic says to Austin.

"Wow, this is a really nice place."

"Thanks." she smiles. "I love it here. Want anything to drink?"

"Just water is good. Thanks."

Victoria grabs a glass from the cupboard & fills it with ice and water. She goes over to meet Austin on the couch & hands the glass to him.

After taking a sip, "Tonight was really nice. Thanks for coming out with me." Austin says, setting the glass on the table in front of him.

"Thanks for inviting me. I had fun."

"Me too."

Austin looks deeply into Victoria's eyes, then to her lips. He leans in, pressing his lips to hers.

Victoria responds and kisses back. She wraps his arms around his neck, while deepening the kiss.

Austin runs his hands up her thighs, taking the hem of her dress into his hands, working her dress up her thighs to give himself access.

He starts to rub on her center, over her panties. Vic breaks the kiss for air, letting out a moan from his touch. Austin moves his lips to her neck.

He then decides to move her panties over, slipping in two fingers as his thumb plays with her clit.

"Austin, oh my god. That feels so good." Victoria moans out, before quickly realizing, even though she wants this, she doesn't. "Wait, wait. I dont think we should do this."

Austin keeps going, "Why not?"

"This is too quick. And I don't want our chemistry to run out so soon. I don't want this effecting our work."

Austin stops. "You're right. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done anything."

"No, no. It's okay. It was fun, really. But I think work wise, it'd be for the best."

"Alright. I, uh, I think I'll head out. Thanks for the fun night."

"Same to you."

Austin kisses her on the cheek before leaving.

Once he's gone, Vic lays back on the couch in disbelief.

She says to herself, "What the hell just happened...."

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Chapter 4

#austin butler #austin butler fanfiction #austin butler imagine #austin butler one shot #austin butler smut #austin imagine #rather die #austin butler rather die

[invisibleraven]

19. reassuring touches for whatever self-indulgent rare-pair you're vibing today

Carrie and Julie clutched their hands together as they waited for the doctor to come out of the operating room. It had been hours already, and they were anxious for news. Any news, though they lived in hope that the procedure was going well.

"Do you want to chance the awful coffee?" Carrie asked, shifting in the unwielding plastic chair. Julie shook her head, but stretched out her neck, sighing when the joint gave a satisfying pop.

"I literally cannot drink any more of that swill. They will have to admit me to get my stomach pumped, and I don not want to spend any more time here than we need to," Julie replied, sending Carrie a weak smile.

"No more hospitals," Carrie agreed, pressing a kiss to Julie's temple. She glanced back down the hall, blowing out a breath. "Do you think it's going okay?"

"I hope so," Julie said. "I know so."

The door at the end of the hall opened, and a doctor stepped out, two pairs of brown eyes flying up to meet his steady gaze. His expression betrayed nothing, and they rushed to stand, hands still clinging together. "Is he okay?" Carrie asked, her voice shaking.

The doctor smiled, and it felt like the weight of the world lifted from their shoulders. "The procedure went very well," the doctor said. "You got Reggie here just in time. He'll have a nasty scar, and we had to remove the gall bladder as well as the appendix. Too much damage you see. I'll get a nurse to go over his care instructions once he's in recovery."

"How long until he's awake?" Julie asked.

"Probably an hour or two. We'll wheel him up now, and you can sit with him until then. We'll monitor him overnight, and tomorrow he should be able to go home."

The girls watched as Reggie was rolled into his recovery room, sitting on either side of his bed. His skin was paler than usual, and it was weird to see him so still and lifeless. It had been a terrifying day, with him collapsing in pain that morning, tears streaming down his face. Carrie had jumped to call an ambulance while Julie cradled his head, running her fingers through his hair, whispering that he would be okay.

All the while, she had of course, been panicking, this was how it all started with her mom, Rose fainting, rushed to the hospital only to find cancer ravaging her internal organs. Reggie had been lucky, a burst appendix and damaged gallbladder was nothing in the long run. But still, Julie's heart had been racing the entire time.

Now she was still on edge, hating hospitals, hating that Reggie had ended up here. But Carrie had been with her the whole time, the two of them never letting go of each other. Letting themselves cry as Reggie was taken in for surgery, collapsing on the floor as the worry compounded. But now, they were there, just waiting for him to wake up.

Reggie's eyes shifted, his lashes blinked open and he turned to see his angels on either side of him. "We're here carino," Julie assured him, squeezing his hand in hers.

"You scared the shit out of us," Carrie said, clutching at his shoulder. "Never do that again."

"Wasn't planning on it," Reggie replied, his voice weak and raspy, an ice chip immediately moistening his lips and he relished the cools sensation sliding down his parched throat. "Do I have a wicked scar?"

Julie and Carrie shared a laugh. "Of course that's what you want to know first," Carrie said. "But yes, you do."

"You're also missing some organs," Julie piped up. "The nurse said you have to limit your salt intake and spicy foods for a while. Which means no pizza for a bit, sorry."

"Well that sucks," Reggie said. "But I suppose I can live without pizza as long as I get to keep living."

"And you will follow doctor's orders for ages and keep doing so for as long as possible," Julie said dryly.

"Yes ma'am," Reggie replied. "Do I at least get Jell-O?"

"I'll see if I can trck some down for you," Carrie said, pressing down on the nurse call button and squeezing his shoulder once more.

Reggie grinned as he wolfed down his treat, but as soon as he was done, he reached for their hands once more, reassuring him that he was still there, and planned to stay that way for years to come.

#filled prompts #ficlet #regal jewelry #julie and the phantoms

[rage-across-insubria]

"Hey dad, so... everything good?"

Maira picked up the phone as they walked into Alex mini-car.

The car battery was dangerously low, but they could keep going for a day or two.

"What do you mean with you can't help us?!" Maira was fuming "we know he is involved, we cannot let it slide!"

"I don't care that we don't have the permission from the preccint to protest in front of his house! Damn!" she throwed the phone on the dashboard. "Shit, my dad can't help us"

"Someone is following us" Alex was turning for the fourth time around the block and the black Skoda Fabia kept tailing them.

"This isn't good." said Maira, looking into the mirror.

"I can shake them off. Watch me" Alex pressed the gas pedal, turning a sharp left in a small alley. The Skoda was behind them, but the next alley they entered next was too narrow for a real car.

"Wait!" Maira was fuming "go around the corner. I want to know who this fucker is"

WIthout decelerating, Alex took three sharp turns. The black car was in front of the narrow alley, stopped.

With palpable Rage, Maira jumped out of the car slamming the door. Alex wasn't out of the car yet and she was already thumping on the window of the stranger.

"Open this window, idiot! What do you want from us?!"

A slim figure, with a sparse beard, in his late twenties was reconsidering everything that led him to this moment inside the car.

"He-hey! You will break this!" he said, slowly rolling down the window.

"What do you want? Why you kept following us?"

"No, I... Listen, girl, what you are doing is very dangerous and illegal and..."

"You don't want to know how much dangerous and illegal I can get"

A shiver ran down the back of the man. Something about this girl was very off.

"Who the fuck are you?" said Maira.

"I... fuck, I work for the mayor, you are on his list and he hired me to keep an eye on you"

"A private investigator?! Are you kidding me?" she rolled her eyes, then with all her strenght she dragged the man through the window

"You will get some time off, at least until after tomorrow, are we clear?"

"Y-yes" this girl scared him, he didn't know why, but he was terrified.

"Are. We. Clear??"

"Yes, ma'am, i was going home anyways"

"You can't keep doing like this" said Alex once they both entered in the car.

"What? He is on the mayor payroll, he deserve to be a little scared. Wait, my house is on the left"

"I know, we need to get into the woods first. I need to talk with Longpaw."

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Ottolini didn't just stayed idle while our pack was deciding what to do next, and sent a PI to follow Maira, daughter of one of his political enemies. He's Vincenzo Conti and this won't be the last time our gang will meet him.

Now they are going to search for Longpaw in the forest, a wolf saved by Alex, living in his former burrow. He will surely need to be informed of the news.

This was the half of the first session, i can't believe how much stuff we did while we drowned in chips and sugary drinks!

Btw, this is the previous part!

Throat says hello <3

#world of darkness #werewolf #actual play #oc #short story #ttrpg #werewolf: the apocalypse #varese

[sza-lvr]

Script Writing

It’s the week before Spring Break and everyone is getting ready to end classes. Astrid and Aziel are sitting outside trying to get some homework done before their exams and Sprng Break tomorrow. 

Astrid: The day is so fun when all of my classes are cancelled! (I canceled them)

Aziel: I know! You can study for accounting though.

Astrid: Oh my god I hate accounting! I have my midterm later today, let’s see how it goes. 

Aziel: You’ll be fine. You’ve studied a lot and all you need to do is pass. 

Astrid: Yea I don’t care, I’m just so excited to watch a rom com while sipping peach wine tomorrow. I cannot wait to be in Cape Cod. 

Aziel: I know! We are going to watch so many rom coms and just relax. 

Astrid: Crazy Rich Asians? 

Aziel: Oh my god, YES! Crazy Rich Asians has the most dreamiest wedding ever imagined.

Astrid: I cannot wait until my life is like that. 

Aziel: You wish your life will end up as rich as them, there is no way. It’s literally a fantasy has dreamy that wedding is. 

Astrid: I couldn’t even have thought about that wedding in my wildest imaginations, and they made is on film. 

Aziel: Exactly! When we go to Cape Cod maybe Aurora will have a house like theirs.

Astrid: Yea, we wish!

The day goes on and Astrid finishes her accounting midterm.

Astrid and Aziel through texts:

Astrid: LMAOOO I GOT A 49%!

Aziel: Well its 4% more than me! 

Astrid: I still have a B- and I can bring it up. 

Aziel: Yea, you’ll be good to bring it up. 

Astrid and Aziel meet up at their apartment after classes and pack for their vacation.

Aziel: Canada bae is this boy named Will Smith and his brothers name is Jayden Smith.

Astrid: Aziel be so for real right now, you’re lying.

Aziel: No! I actually really like him too!!!

Aurora walks out of her room.

Aurora: Astrid you did not tell your professor you are going to Cape Cod for Spring Break because your friend’s dad is rich. 

Astrid: I thought it was funny! I love white lying! Aziel: OOTD, but its jeans and a black top. 

Aurora: STOP! I DON’T HAVE ANYTHING ELSE TO WEAR!

All 3 girls on the way to Cape Cod in the car.

Astrid: I think I am going to get a tattoo while we’re there. 

Aziel: Yes! That is such a fun idea!  

Aurora: What are you going to get? Astrid: I was thinking “everything happens for a reason” in cursive

Aziel and Aurora together: YESSS!!! So cute!

Astrid: I know! I love to follow that quote and I think it’ll be a good reminder. 

Aziel: I love that and it’ll go perfect with what you were looking for! 

Astrid: Yes, exactly! 

[mysteriouslysporadicbasement]

He appeared from his room, freshly showered, towel round his neck. It took him 247 seconds more than usual to finish washing up. Was something the matter? Walked up straight to the sofa where I was sitting and took up the other end. He was not thinking straight. Where was the bottle of water he usually has?  The scent of citrus from his shampoo got on my nerves. He's using a new one. I needed to change mine too, then.

'What about dinner?'

The casualness of my tone was an irony. I'd serve him the meat off my back on a plate if he ever joked that he wanted it. I fix my eyes on the bags under his eyes. He's tired. Men had a way of appearing unscathed in front of the world. The moment he stepped inside the house, all the exhaustion would show up on his features, like invisible ink surfacing under heat. I liked watching him like that. That meant he was comfortable in here. Even though we're just roommates. He didn't mind, me seeing him like this. Or maybe he couldn't care less. Either way, I'd take it. I'd take in his existence anyway I could. 'I ate.' That's all he said. I wished he would elaborate. What did he eat, who did he eat with, was it good enough? I wanted to know more, from his mouth anyway. His still form on the other side of the couch made him appear like a statue. He's looking at the TV screen. He was here yet he felt miles away from me. I wished to feel his gaze in my bones. His shoulders are tense. I read the distress off him like my favorite riddles. This time of the semester are always hell. What could be bothering him today? Was it that professor who refused his submission for a 2-minute delay? Was it that exchange student that won't leave him alone? Was it his mother that never knew when to shut up over the phone? All he had to do was give me a hint. A zist, just a crumb maybe. The things I’d do for him could not be limited by anything humane or inhumane. Who knows, maybe I already have crossed those limits before. Nothing fazed me when it came to him. His unawareness of this fact only fueled my devotion. "Whatever it is," I thought, "I'll find out myself. And I'll make it go away. I will take care of you, in ways you cannot imagine." Love, it was not. Mere love could never explain this. I wouldn't know what to do with him if this, whatever this is, was ever returned. The thought turned sour in my head. 'God, I hope not.' 'Today was your day off?' He was still distant. His eyes not moving once from the screen. 'Yes, I watched Netflix all day.' The lies rolled out of my tongue smoother than recited poetry. I didn't watch Netflix all day. I watched him. Off days meant my favorite entertainment. I watched him in the cafeteria, having dinner. I saw him buying an apple juice from the vending machine instead of Gatorade, because his insufferable mother told him to. I watched some girl bump into him because the she was on her phone. He almost fell on his face. I did not like that. So, I had to take care of that too. I hope she'll learn not to glue her eyes on the phone all the time, if she ever gets a new one. 'You don't look well.' I voice out, feigning concern. Whatever he looked like, it always seemed fine to me. 'It's nothing.' His eyes finally tore away from the screen. He smiled at me or tried to. His phone vibrated in his pocket. He checked the screen.

He sighed. His frown deepened.

One, two, three- deep lines appeared on his forehead.

He ran his hand through his hair in exasperation.

‘You wish you could do that, don’t you?’  I immediately cringed at the thought. No, I didn't wish that. I wished I could keep him in a glass box in my room, so I could stare at him all day. Untouched and Clean, all mine to admire. 'I'm...going to go to bed, my classes start early tomorrow.' He stood up and left without waiting for a reply. I knew who that was. He owed money to someone. The calls were getting frequent. He had enough time to sort it out himself, I decided then. I stood up.

I had errands to run. I walked out into the chilly night, wrapping my coat tighter around me. It was dark out, shielding my surgical gloves from the questioning eyes of any passerby. The taser in my pocket never felt lighter. Turns out, I was also in need of some money that I needed to borrow. I patted the inside of my coat, feeling the thin blade in place. My second most prized possession. Very handy for keeping things discreet. I had tested it on myself, and it passed with flying colors. Knives only made things messy. One stroke of this, on a spot vulnerable enough, and it would bleed anyone’s lights out in 15 seconds, give or take. 'Maybe you could keep something of his, for your collection.' My heart picked up at the thought. The blood pumping in my ear got louder. The pulse near my throat sped up. Maybe I'll go for the hands, to make it a suicide. That was safer.

‘But the sound out of his throat when the trachea is punctured deep enough, the cascading of the blood to the lungs; cutting off oxygen supply, the mouthwatering rich crimson painting the snow, and the eyes…oh, the eyes that’s going to give away his will to live a second longer and the fear, the regret, the pain-’, I breathed and stopped in my tracks to calm down. 'Haven't smiled this big in a while', the voice inside my head sneered. I haven't, have I? Looks like Christmas came early this year.

#short story #idk man #it sounded cooler in my head