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I wish I were Beth | Vivianne Miedema

Vivianne Miedema x reader

Vivianne Miedema x Beth Mead

Summary: You've always liked Viv, but for her you are just a friend.

Based on: Heather by Conan Gray

English is not my first language

Warning: heavy angst

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I still remember the third of December, me in your sweater

You said it looked better on me than it did you

Only if you knew how much I liked you

"You shivering. Here, take my swaeter." Vivianne said and took off her sweater. Her shirt also lift up a bit and expossed her abs a little. With a blush you looked away. You took of your thin excuse of a jacket in the winter and pulled her sweater over your head.

She took your jacket in hand. "Better?" Viv asked with a smile, when she saw that you stopped to shiver.

"Yes, thank you, Viv" You nodded. With a smile in Vivs face she led you to your apartment. Today was Team-bonding. Y'all went, to Jen and her girlfriends request, bowling. You had a great time. And like everytime Vivianne made sure you gonna end up safe home in the dark.

After a few minutes you reached your apartment. The walk and your alone time with Vivianne was sadly over.

"Thank you Viv, for taking me home." You thanked her.

"No need to apologize. It's always a pleasure with you." She smiled at you.

You were about to take off her sweater, when she wouldn't have stopped you. "No take it. It looks better on you then on me."

"You're sure. It's your favourite." You asked her shyly.

"Of course or I wouldn't have said that. Now sleep well, Y/n/n. See you tomorrow" With that she left, but not before she leant down and kissed your cheek. You were left as a frusterated mess. It was something Vivianne never does. And it gave you hope that she maybe likes you too.

But I watch your eyes as she

Walks by

What a sight for sore eyes

Brighter than the blue sky

She's got you mesmerized while I die

Like she said you were meeting the next day. Well mostly because it was training, but you didn't care. You only cared that Viv was waiting outside for you. Or so you thought. Actually was Vivianne waiting for Beth, but Beth texted her that she was already there. But as she saw you, she waited until you reached the entry.

She greeted you and walked with you to the locker room in silent. Her focus was clued on her phone. You wanted to ask her something, but as Beth came into Vivs side, she waked up to her and greeted her with a long huge. A little to long for your liking. After they broke apart both looked into each others eyes. You looked in Vivs eyes, they were shining. You wished she would have looked like that at you by your grreeting. Vivs focus was completely on Beth as they both walked together to the locker room, smilling. You stood there still, with pain in your heart as you watched them.

Why would you ever kiss me?

I'm not even half as pretty

The reality hit you like a fist as Vivianne and Beth came out as a couple. All the hints you have seen as you watched the loveable Vivianne Miedema are facing you now. All the hints you tried to push away. All the hints you claimed to be platonic were right.

So here you are on a teambonding night at Leahs and Jordans, feeling your heart breaks into a thousand pieces. You zoned out as all your teammates asks them question about their realationship. You couldn't listen, it (would have) broke your heart more. One question or better request broke you out of the zoned. And god did you hated Caitlin in this moment.

"Alright then kiss" Caitlin giggled mischievous like a little kid. Katie, also not being better, agreed with Caitlin. Wich causes Caitlin to get a slap on the shoulder from her girlfriend, Lia.

You watched both of them with a smile. But unfortunately the rest also agreed with Caitlin. Wich made Viv blush. It was cute. But the good mood from the blush went away quickly as Beth gave Vivs lips a short speck. Vivs blush got redder as everyone cheered on them, the new it-couple of Arsenal. Exept for one, you. You couldn't. It was too hard and you hoped no one saw it and was too busy cheering.

After this day you tried to find out what was wrong with you. Why weren't you enough for Vivianne? You started to envy Beth. Not only that she had Viv, but you also envied how she looks. You watched her in training and in the locker romm (of course not like a creep, but you sent her a few glances). You saw good trained she was. You saw her biceps, her toned legs or her abs on her stomach. You weren't this much into training at the gym. So you tried to skip it as often as you could. But maybe you should have been going more to the gym. Maybe you would be more pretty and attraktive.

Watch as she stands with her, holding your hand

Put your arm 'round her shoulder

Another thing that broke your heart and makes it ache is their physical contact. Beth always had her hands on Viv. You got the feeling beth knows about your feeling towards Viv and tries to torture you. She always holds Vivs hand. Wherever they go, they always hold hands.

But not only Beth has her hands on Viv, then Viv would often put her arm around Beth shoulder. She would whisper things in Beths ear. Things that made both smile. Looks like you can and another thing to your envy list.

"Aren't they cute together?" Katie asked you as she caught you starring at them.

There it was again. The pain in the chest. The pain of a broken heart.

"Yeah they are" You answered, trying to smile. You were happy Katie didn't paid much attention to your face as you answered.

The truth is they were cute, so fucking cute. But also so painful. So painful to watch at, but you can't stop watching. It was like your brain wanted you to extra hurt. And when you finally stop looking, a teammate comes and ruin everything.

"Aww look at them" or "they're so cute it's disgusting" are things your teammates say. Not to you in paticular, but your hear them and it's enough for you to look at the couple again.

But how could I hate her? She's such an angel

But then again, kinda wish she were dead

There was this one thing you tried to do, while watching them: you tried to hate Beth. You thought it would be easy hating the woman who's girlfriend is the woman you have feelings. You thought it would be easy to hate someone. Spioler it wasn't.

You really tried, but you started to see what Viv sees in Beth. Beth was a kind, loveable woman, impossible to hate. And no one did in the team. She was like the walking angel. Even though you can't hate her, sometimes you still wish she was dead. It wasn't because you are a cruel person ir anything. You could never hurt a fly, neither wishing someone dead. But you did it to Beth. You couldn't explain why, well maybe you could. But wishing Beths death is something you know is really fucked up.

And now you don't know who you can blame for your broken. It would never been Vivianne, she's perfect in your eyes. You tried to blame Beth, you tried to hate. But you realized, it isn't her fault either. She was inlove with someone. She made the move, you didn't do. So you got it. It was you to blame. And only you in your eyes.

But you like her better

Wish I were Beth

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sissylittlefeather · 6 months

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This is the Story

Chapter 10

A/N: Merry Christmas, baby! This chapter is loooooong, but lots happens and I hope its entertaining for you all. Let me know your thoughts in the comments!

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Warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut, kidding, cussing, oral sex (f receiving), p in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, teasing, light restraint during sex, I think that's everything

Word count: 4kish

Song, still

She lays next to him and nuzzles into his shoulder, as he leans over and kisses her forehead, both of them determined to never let anything come between them again.

******

When Elvis returns to Stax the next day, he's in a much better mood. Recording goes well and he's able to finish quickly and go back to spending time with Grace and Wendy in the evenings.

Despite the fact that Richard is gone, they don't move out. Instead, Grace moves into Elvis's bedroom and he buys bunk beds to put in Lisa's room so that Wendy has her own space.

In December, Lisa Marie comes to stay and Elvis is excited for their first weekend together as a family. On Friday night, they settle in for a movie night with the girls on the floor talking and laughing. Elvis has his arm around Grace as she lays her head on his shoulder. He's reveling in the normalcy of the evening when he has an idea.

"Hey, honey, what would you think about going horseback riding with the girls tomorrow?"

Grace sits up and looks at him with a strange look on her face.

"What?" He asks when he sees her.

"I'm... I'm deathly afraid of horses..." He turns and looks at her incredulously.

"Why?"

"I don't know. They're big. And smart. I'm just scared of them."

"Aw, honey, no. I'm gettin' you on a horse tomorrow." She laughs.

"We'll see." He puts his hand on her cheek and leans in and kisses her gently.

On the floor, Wendy turns to Lisa.

"See, I told you they've been kissing a lot!" Lisa Marie throws her arms around Wendy.

"We're gonna be sisters!"

Elvis and Grace hear this and laugh, going back to their position with her head on his shoulder. He knows it's early to think about it, but right now, in this moment, he wants nothing more than to make Grace his wife.

The Colonel be damned.

******

The next day, Grace reluctantly dresses to spend the day outside in the cold. When she gets to her shoes, she stands in her socks and stares at the line of them not sure what to pick. Just then, Elvis comes through the door with a box.

"Hey, hon, I had Jerry run out and grab these for you. Come look." She walks over to where he sets the box on the bed. He opens the box, too excited to wait for her to do it herself. He reaches in and lifts out a pair of beautiful black boots. They have turquoise detailing and white stitching.

"Oh, Elvis, they're perfect. But they look expensive."

"Honey, your boyfriend is Elvis Presley. You need to get used to expensive things." That's the first time he's referred to himself as her boyfriend, and her heart swells knowing that's how he sees himself. He pats on the bed for her to sit down. She does and he slides the boots onto her feet. They fit just right and she suddenly knows what Cinderella felt like, transformed into a princess in one move. He stands up, leaning in to kiss her deeply. She's so happy that for a second she forgets that she's about to be dragged outside and plopped on a horse.

"Come on, the girls are ready."

When they get downstairs, Wendy is showing off new boots too. Hers are brown with pink detailing, just like Lisa Marie's.

They make their way down to the barn together, where they spend the next few hours with Elvis helping Wendy and Lisa ride and Grace keeping a nice distance from the horses. Eventually, the girls get tired and go play. Just when Grace thinks she's successfully avoided riding a horse, she hears Elvis's voice.

"Hey, come here, honey." Her heart jumps into her throat and she walks over to him cautiously. He takes her hand and guides her over to the side of one of the horse's necks, speaking softly to the horse as they approach. He stands close behind her and for a second she gets lost in the intoxicating scent and feel of him. Then, he slowly and deliberately moves her hand for the horse to smell. She's shaking slightly, so he switches to speaking softly to her.

"You're alright, honey, I'm here." She nods gently and he moves her hand back to the horse's neck. He continues to guide her as they stroke the horse together.

"See, now that's not too bad, is it?" His voice is low and soothing and the fear slowly melts away to be replaced by a feeling of calm warmth. After a few minutes of this, he wraps both arms around her from behind and sets his chin on her shoulder while she continues petting the horse.

"You ready to try riding?"

"Are you talking to me or the horse?" She asks with a small smile. She feels him smile in return.

"You, hon."

"Well, if you're here with me, I guess I can try it."

Somehow, he manages to get her onto the horse without incident. She's in awe of his ability to make her feel safe, even in situations where she would be otherwise terrified. He walks the horse around for a bit to let her get used to the sensation. Finally, he walks over and gets on his own horse, riding next to her to keep her relaxed. They spend the rest of the day riding and Grace gets more and more comfortable as the time passes. By the end of the afternoon, she agrees to go riding with him again another time.

As they walk back up to the house, Wendy and Lisa walking in front of them, Elvis sighs deeply.

"I wish we could always be the four of us together." Grace takes his hand.

"I know. I do too. But we'll all be together again soon for Christmas." He stops walking and looks at her.

"We'll be in California for Christmas."

"Wait, what?"

"It's the only way Priscilla will let me see Lisa for the holiday. I have to come to her." Grace looks down at her feet. She's not sure what she expected, but it wasn't that.

"I thought we would be together for Christmas."

"No, honey, I'm sorry. I should've told you sooner." He wraps his arm around her and pulls her close. The idea of being away from him makes her feel a little sick, especially knowing he'll be with his ex-wife.

"How long will you be gone?"

"I leave on the 23rd and I'll be back on the 30th."

"A week?!" Grace feels like a child. Why is she so upset about being away from him? She's never had a problem being on her own before. What will she do when he's in Vegas or on tour?

"I'm sorry, Grace. I'd stay here if I could."

"Mama, Daddy, come on!" Wendy hollers as the girls reach the front door. Elvis and Grace go back to walking, not saying another word about the upcoming holiday.

******

The time before Elvis leaves passes quickly and uneventfully. Lisa Marie goes home after a tearful goodbye with Wendy and Grace makes plans to go to Tulsa for the holiday. Elvis volunteers to make an extra stop on his way to California in his plane, so that they don't have to pay for plane tickets. Wendy is ecstatic, but Grace is reluctant to accept his offer. Is she becoming too reliant on him? The old fears start to creep back in and she wonders if she needs to put some space between them again. Still, he's been nothing but trustworthy so far.

And there's the matter of Frank and the book. How long can they continue like this before he finds out and pulls the plug on her assignment? She's not sure she's ready to depend on Elvis completely, even though they're living together at this point. All these things are running through her mind as he waits for an answer about the plane.

"Grace, honey?" When she looks into his eyes it's like everything else melts away.

"Okay, we'll fly with you. Will you pick us up on your way back?"

"Of course. I won't leave you stranded in Tulsa." He laughs and she relaxes a bit. Maybe she can let go a little and trust him.

******

Once they get on the plane and Wendy is settled into a seat with a stack of coloring books and a box of crayons in front of one of the many televisions, Elvis and Grace sit next to each other on the couch behind her. Several of the Memphis mafia guys and their wives are also sprinkled throughout this front part of the plane. Grace pulls her feet up under her and leans over onto Elvis. He kisses the top of her head and everyone else purposefully ignores them. Then, he gets a devilish glint in his eyes and whispers in her ear.

"You know there's a bed on this plane." He wiggles his eyebrows at her and for a second she considers it. But then she remembers Wendy and gestures to her with her thumb.

"Did you forget we have other passengers?"

"Dammit, Wendy." Elvis says under his breath, but she hears her name.

"What?" She hollers from her stack of coloring books.

"Nothing, baby. Daddy is just being silly." Grace says as she smacks Elvis in the chest with the back of her hand playfully.

"You called me Daddy again. Are we making this a habit?" She laughs and he leans in and whispers. "Because I'm not complainin'." Her heart skips a beat as his lips graze her ear and she feels her core get warmer.

"I think I need the bathroom. Can you show me where it is?" She says loudly, cocking her head and turning to Elvis.

"Oh, of course, honey." He takes her to the bedroom at the back of the plane and then looks back to make sure they're out of sight. Once he's confident they have some privacy, he closes the door and pushes her up against it, kissing her hard with his lips parted, sliding his tongue into her mouth passionately. He runs his hands up her front and rolls his hips into hers.

"I need you, baby." He moans against her lips.

"Fuck, Elvis, you know we can't."

"Oh, come on, I'll be quick." He kisses down her neck as he presses his erection into her. She moans softly and bites her lower lip. Her panties are getting wetter by the second and she knows she needs him too. She's just about to give in when she hears from the other side of the plane, "Mama!"

Elvis jumps back like Wendy can see them, but thankfully she can't. Grace smooths her hair and takes a deep breath, giving Elvis an I told you so look. He clears his throat and adjusts himself so that his erection is up under his belt. Before she opens the door, Grace runs her hand up his shaft and squeezes him gently.

"What was that?" He asks breathily.

"Don't forget me in California." He groans as she starts to walk away and grabs her from behind, kissing the back of her neck and rubbing her clit over her pants.

"Two can play at this game, honey." She giggles, turning to face him and is about to kiss him when Wendy calls out again.

"MAMA!"

"I'm coming!" She hollers, still wrapped in his arms.

"Not yet, you're not." He says under his breath, nipping at her neck softly, and Grace erupts into laughter again.

"I need to go check on my child." He grunts and lets go of her reluctantly. Finally, she opens the door and walks back to the part of the plane where Wendy is. He takes a deep breath and follows her, settling on the couch again. Just then, the captain comes over the intercom and tells them they need to be seated for landing. Both Elvis and Grace know this means they're about to be separated for a week. She sits on the couch next to him and he holds her hand in his. Then, he picks it up and brings it to his lips.

"I love you, honey. You know I'll miss you."

"I know. I love you too."

They brace themselves for the landing and the goodbye that's coming.

******

In Tulsa, Grace is greeted warmly by her family. Maryann looks around suspiciously.

"No Elvis this time?"

"No, he's in California with his daughter."

"Oh, darn. I was hoping we could trick him into some Christmas songs." Grace laughs and they settle into the family holiday time together. Still, she can't help but miss his presence. She's gotten so used to having him there that being without him comes with a feeling of emptiness that she really doesn't like. It's going to be a long week.

******

Elvis knocks on the door of Priscilla's house, his arms loaded with some of the gifts he has for Lisa Marie. He shipped more of them earlier, but he has a few he bought since sending the others. Priscilla answers and he walks in, setting the gifts by the tree. Lisa Marie runs and jumps into his arms.

"Daddy, where's Wendy and Grace?" He looks at Priscilla awkwardly.

"Oh, I didn't bring them, baby." Priscilla looks at the ground.

"Why not? I thought me and Wendy were sisters now?" Lisa Marie asks, pouting. Priscilla chimes in.

"She hasn't shut up about Wendy since September. Who is Grace, Elvis?" Elvis blushes. He hadn't thought about the fact that he would have to tell Priscilla about her.

"She's... she's my... Grace... she's my girlfriend."

"I guess I shouldn't be surprised. You had girlfriends while we were married. Why wouldn't you have one now?"

"Cilla, can we not do this?" She sighs and walks out of the room, leaving him with Lisa Marie. He pulls her into a big hug before setting her back on the ground where she goes to the pile of presents. There's a dull ache in his chest where Grace's absence settles. He misses her so much that it hurts. He sighs deeply, not sure how he's going to make it a full week without her.

******

On Christmas Eve, a box arrives at Grace's mom's house addressed to Grace and Wendy. Inside, there's a note from Elvis and two wrapped gifts.

"G,

The big one is for Wendy. The smaller one is for you. Don't open them until Christmas. See you soon.

I love you,

Grace has a strong desire to kiss the letter, but Maryann is watching, so she doesn't. Instead, she walks over to the tree and sets down the gifts.

"You miss him, don't you?" Grace looks up at Maryann, praying she can't tell that her eyes are glassy with tears. She swallows the lump in her throat and nods.

"Why do I miss him this much? It's pathetic."

"Sweetie. You're not pathetic; you're in love. This is how it's supposed to be." She pulls Grace into a hug. "Just when I thought my big sister would be a spinster forever, she goes and falls in love with the most famous man on the planet." Grace laughs.

"I might still be a spinster."

"Nah. I've got a feeling about this one."

******

After Lisa and Priscilla go to bed, Elvis sits in the guest room staring at the phone. He has a note with a phone number on it in his hand. Should he call her? She's probably asleep since it's almost midnight in Tulsa.

The longer he's away from her, the more it solidifies how he feels about her. He just wants to hear her voice, so he picks up the receiver. But then he hangs up again quickly. He should let her sleep. So instead he changes into pajamas and lays down with a book, trying desperately to think of anything but Grace.

******

Christmas morning comes in Tulsa and there's a flurry around the living room as everyone opens their gifts. The kids are especially having fun opening their toys. When Wendy gets to the gift from Elvis, she's thrilled to find a pair of roller skates and a delicate gold necklace with a "W" on it.

"Oh, Mama, look at this!" She brings the gift over to Grace excitedly.

"That's beautiful, baby! And skates too!"

"What did Daddy get you?" The adults in the room get quiet and look at her. They're all curious what's in the package as well. She looks around the room awkwardly and picks up the box. Her hands tremble slightly as she tears at the wrapping, but she's not sure why.

When she finally gets the box open, she lets out a small gasp. It's a first edition of her favorite book, Wuthering Heights. How did he remember that from their conversation by the pool months ago? She delicately lifts it out and notices something else under it. She sets the book on the table next to her and pulls out what's underneath. It's a jewelry box. She opens it and there are two necklaces, one with an "EP" and the other with a "GD". The one with her initials has a card under it that says "this one is mine" in Elvis's handwriting. Her hand goes to her mouth and she can't find any words to say. With this gift, he's making her truly his. But not just that. He's saying that he's hers as well.

"You know what they say. You should never accept jewelry from a man you don't intend to marry." Ruth states boldly. Grace gives her a defiant look and takes the necklace out of the box.

"Maryann, will you help me put this on?"

"Gladly." Maryann smiles widely and assists her in putting the necklace on. Ruth watches wide-eyed. Grace holds the book to her chest and touches the gold letters where they sit at her collarbone. One of the kids jumps in to break the silence and the chaos begins again, but Grace barely notices. All she wants is to call Elvis and thank him for the gifts. She doesn't have a number for him, though, and he's probably busy. She sighs, lost in a haze of love. Then she realizes that she doesn't have a gift for him. In a panic, she decides to make a phone call to her best friend from home.

"I'll be back."

She goes back to her old bedroom and grabs the phone. She dials quickly, praying she'll pick up the phone.

"Cindy! This is Grace."

"I was starting to wonder if you were still alive. Last I heard you were headed to Vegas. Was the picture real?"

"Wow, I need to catch you up a lot."

"Is that why you called?"

"Well, not exactly. I need a huge favor. I know you're a photographer..."

******

It's after 10pm again and Elvis sits in the guest room staring at the phone. He picks up the receiver and puts it back three times. Then, he hears a soft knock on his door. Priscilla enters in her pajamas.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"You miss her, don't you?" He looks at her with his eyes wide, not quite sure how to answer. "It's okay if you do."

"I really do."

"Do you love her?" He hesitates for a second before answering.

"I do." Priscilla sighs.

"Then don't mess it up this time. You have a chance to do this right. So do it right." She pats his knee and then stands up.

"Thank you, Cilla."

"I'm happy. You should be too." He nods.

"I really am." She smiles sadly and makes her way out of the guest room.

"Goodnight, Elvis." She says it quietly as she closes the door behind her. Something about having Cilla's blessing makes the whole thing more real. Still, he's ready to get back to Grace as soon as possible.

******

The rest of the Christmas holiday goes by relatively uneventfully. Elvis calls a few times to talk to Grace, to which she blushes and takes the call in the bedroom. She also meets up with Cindy for an afternoon to secure Elvis's gift. Cindy is excited to hear the details of Grace's new love and cheers when she shows her the necklace.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity, Grace and Wendy wait on the tarmac for the Lisa Marie to land. Grace is anxious to see Elvis and Wendy is just ready to go to sleep. The sun has already gone down and she's exhausted from a week with her cousins. When the plane lands and they roll the staircase over to the entrance, Grace's heart skips a beat and she fondles the "EP" necklace around her neck. He comes down the stairs eagerly and immediately pulls Grace into him.

"I missed you, honey." She leans back and then kisses him fully on the mouth.

"I missed you too, E." It's the first time she's called him by anything other than his name and he loves it.

"Can we get on the plane?" Wendy whines and pulls on Elvis's coat. They make their way onto the plane and settle in among the rest of the Memphis mafia. Elvis and Grace are wrapped around each other on the couch. It takes less than 20 minutes for Wendy to pass out in one of the lush chairs.

Grace digs in her bag and hands Elvis an envelope.

"Merry Christmas."

"What is this?"

"My gift for you." She smiles playfully as he opens the envelope. Inside, he finds a collection of photographs of Grace wearing the "EP" necklace... and not much else. He inhales sharply and looks around to make sure no one else can see what he's looking at.

"Honey... this is... wow." He adjusts his belt to hide his hardening cock.

"Do you like them?" Grace asks with a nervous look.

"Do I like them? Honey." He smiles devilishly. After a few more seconds of looking through the photos, he leans in to Grace's ear and whispers.

"There's a bed on here, remember? Wendy is asleep." She pulls back and looks into his eyes as they sparkle with a devious shine. She knows she should say no with all the people on the plane, but it's been 7 days since she's seen him and her logical brain isn't making the decisions. He stands up and she takes his hand. As they walk to the back of the plane, Elvis leans over to Jerry and his wife.

"Keep an eye on her." He gestures to Wendy and Jerry nods.

The second they're out of view from the rest of the passengers, Elvis pulls Grace into a deep kiss, his hands moving to her ass to pull his hips into hers.

"God, I missed you." He moans into her mouth as she presses her body against him.

"I missed you too. I love my gifts. I can't believe you found a first edition. And the necklace." He looks down as she shows him that she's still wearing the necklace. He kisses her fingers as she holds the golden "EP".

"You're still wearing it." A smile spreads across his face.

"Of course I'm wearing it."

"You're mine."

"I am. I have yours in my bag."

"Good." He leans in and kisses her deeply again. He keeps walking her backwards through the plane until they reach the bedroom. When they get there, they start pulling off each other's clothes, his jacket and shirt hitting the floor and her top and skirt falling to the ground. He lays her down on the bed and kisses down her body as he continues to undress her. Once they're both naked, she climbs on top of him and he things she's going to sink onto his dick, but she doesn't. Instead, she situates herself over his face and he moans into her.

"Yes, honey, come here." As she's settling onto his face, they hit a bump of turbulence and she yelps.

"Don't worry. There's a seatbelt on this bed." He looks at her mischievously. But she does him one better and grabs the seatbelt, buckling it across his chest and arms. Then, she crawls back onto his face and he whimpers, unable to reach up and touch her. Still, he goes to work with his tongue, licking and sucking her clit fervently. She presses her hands against the wall above his head and moans loudly. He laughs and whispers into her.

"Baby, there's a lot of people on this plane."

"They're way at the front. I don't care if they can hear us. Do you think they don't know what we're doing?" He chuckles and nods.

"Good point." He goes back to licking and tongue-fucking her and she slams her hand on the wall.

"Fuck. E, I'm gonna come." She says it through gritted teeth as she grinds onto his face. He smiles and picks up the pace with his tongue, dying to reach up with his hands and grab her hips. When she finally does come, pulsating and shuddering on top of him, he reaches up and undoes the seatbelt, grabbing her hips and lapping at her pussy desperately. Then, he flips her over onto her back and fastens the seatbelt over her.

"My turn, baby." She laughs as he lines himself up with her entrance and pushes into her.

"Oh, fuck, Elvis." He fucks into her rhythmically, slamming his hips against hers as her arms are pinned to her sides with the seatbelt. He leans over and kisses her deeply as he pounds into her.

"Are you mine, baby?" He whispers in her ear, nibbling on her earlobe.

"I'm all yours. And whose are you?" He undoes the seatbelt so she can wrap her arms around him as he gets closer and closer to his climax.

"Oh god, Grace, I am yours. Forever." The last word makes the tears gather in her eyes again as he pushes into her over and over. Forever? This is all she wants for as long as she lives. As he pumps in and out of her deeply, she pulls his shoulders down to her and nips him softly as he continues to fuck her, hitting all of the sensitive parts of her. He groans and moves his hips faster and faster.

Finally, he slams into her, shuddering and moaning.

"Fuck, yes, honey, I love you so much. God, I missed you." He comes hard into her and she wraps herself around him. She smiles and kisses his shoulder, pulling him down on top of her until he's laying with his head on her chest. He pulls his head up and looks at her intensely.

"I don't ever want to spend another night away from you. Tell me you'll come with me to Vegas and on tour and anywhere else I might go." She pushes his hair back off of his forehead and looks into his eyes.

"I'm yours, E. You can have me anywhere you want me." She's not sure how it'll work out with Wendy, but in this moment she doesn't care. They'll figure it out.

He kisses up her neck to her ear.

"I want you wherever I am."

"Then I will go with you wherever you go." He kisses her mouth again deeply. "I love you, E."

"I love you, honey."

He lays on his back next to her and pulls her close to him. They have a few more minutes to spend in this haven of bliss before they have to get dressed for landing. He's not going to waste a second of it.

******

Until Chapter 11! I love you all!

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Hi, I saw your background with studying medicine and being an artist and I wanted to ask something!! hope it isn't uncomfy. so the school system by itself is killing my creativity and Im afraid I'll completely lose myself if I get into college... Even if I choose to study something art related. College is really absorbing and I don't want to graduate and have killed the only talent I have, thats scary!!! So, how did you "go" back? did drawing help with the stress of college or make it worse? Sometimes my studies define me so so much I cant do anything else, its so frustrating :(

hey there ! i really don't know if i can bring sth to the plate that's positive or uplifting in the matter because i've been in a struggle with art myself for almost 2 years now. i'm really trying to come back but the pace has changed drastically. it's still a constant mood crusher everytime i look back and see how my output has declined. nevertheless i'm drawing again in the smallest babysteps so hopefully i'm gonna pick up the pace again at some point.

as for school and art. yeah. i kind of opened with my current situation because altho (med) school was A Meatgrinder technically speaking i still found time to draw here and there. which was mostly thanks to my higher energy lvl back then and my BIG motivation to draw and to share. so i'd say drawing absolutely helped with the stresses of studying and med school. it was my happy place and escapism. and because of that there was hardly any doubt in my head that i'll ever lose that. so i think it is safe to say that as long as you want to draw you will always be drawing.

second thought here which is also important is that you won't be stuck in an eternal grind, even if it feels like it sometimes. there will be times in which everything sucks. and there will be times in which everything could be worse. and if you wanna draw then, you're going to draw. that's at least how i experienced it. even the longer periods of not drawing because of exhaustion/loss of motivation/exam periods etc eventually pass. and sometimes it's ok to remind yourself that drawing is not everything, altho we like to think that way sometimes. it's absolutely ok not to draw for a while.

another breaking point for me was when i actually started to study for art (anatomy as in for drawing etc) because it helped me at a point at which i felt stuck and it made me understand that i will never be done learning in regards of drawing. which is a good reminder whenever you feel like you are losing your "talent", which is not a talent but a work in progess for years and years to come. so in the end, even if you have to step back from drawing for the time being, you have the ability to always come back to it and get better again. like we have to treat making art like learning a language, there is never an end to it and we have to practice to be back in shape. i know this sounds like work but idk for me it made sth click in my head that i'm not losing sth here. i just have to warm up and get back on the track again.

i hope this helped in some way, i'm really sorry that you feel like you are about to experience a great loss (i absolutely get you, it sucks to deal with this, esp. when outer circumstances force you to push your hobbies in the background) but i think that if you really want to engage with drawing again, you won't lose this. you may have to put work into it, and it may not be today or tomorrow, but if you really want to do it, you keep at it.

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— Fahrenheit ( bangchan x reader )

rated - mature | minors dni

parts - one, two (explicit)

warnings - idol universe, name changed idols, mature themes, drug use, alcohol use, sexual themes, mentions of mental illness, slight angst

x x x

“It’s not rocket science, Chris."

My annoyance hits the roof. What the hell is his problem? Why's he turning this into a damn soap opera?

"You're back in LA. New York—yes or no?"

Chris tiptoes the line ever since last year's scandal close shave. I get playing it safe, but I'm alone in a six-bedroom Jersey fortress. In the U.S. media game, I'm golden. No cancel threats, not yet in my rising career.

But the spotlight got hotter after the last single went viral. Chris, in the crosshairs of relentless management, dances a careful routine.

He's the big shot, leader of the world's hottest K-pop group. His company would shoot themselves in the foot by axing him. Yet, Mr. Libra doesn't dig rocking the boat.

"-I want to, babe, but it's too risky right now."

I sigh. Twisting my computer chair, neon lights bathe me in purples and reds. I'm in the studio, bullshitting on songs for the third album.

I've had it. "Catch you later, Chris." The call drops, facedown on the desk, anger swirling.

"Seriously, fuck you." I spit out, taking it personally.

Being a foreigner feels like the snag. His industry would call me a disgrace tagging along.

I don't need that energy.

Am I settling as his 'little secret'? I'm 29, he's 27 – grown folks. Pings remind me of him, but I silence the noise. Facetime interrupts, Jake, the friend with benefits. Games or busy, no time for emotional plays.

Warner signed my band, deep in commitments, mind racing. A shrink's gift? Adderall for my ADHD.

Now, even less time for the BS.

"Hey, daddy." I purr, thickening my accent.

Jake’s smile fades as he eyes me. "What?" I giggle,

"Stop playing with me like that, y/n."

"How am I playing with you?"

"You're gonna end up with your legs cocked back like last time, girl, cool it."

Laughter ensues. I glimpse his background – a parking garage stairwell. We catch up every couple of weeks via Facetime.

"Where are you at?" I squint.

"Recognize it?" Jake turns his phone, revealing the New York City skyline.

"You're out here? Aw, shit." I lean back in my chair, a half-cocked grin, tongue behind my lower lip.

"Aw, shit is right! What's up? What are you up to tonight?"

I chuckle, rolling my eyes. "Nah, uh, Jake. We gotta play nice. I got a good thing going on right now."

He sighs, exasperation audible. "You two still a thing? Thought you were photographed over there, outside the JYPE building?"

"I was."

"They ain't letting that fly, you serious, y/n?"

"I mean, they're being hard on him, but we're still trying to make it work." I express more hope than Chris does. Jake’s viewpoint is valid – he's been through the K-pop circuit, burned out, went solo, and found massive international success.

Which is why he bitches about it.

It's unfair.

"I do wanna see you, though," I admit, the need for an adventure kicking in.

"That's my girl. Hey, I'm about to hop in the car. Should be able to make it over in twenty. You at your spot in Jersey?"

"Yes, I am, Jake, but don't come in on no bullshit."

"I'm always on bullshit. See you in twenty."

Jake hangs up before I can fight back.

Why is my grin so wide? I roll my eyes at my own excitement, surprised at how genuinely thrilled I am to be around someone who wants to be with me. Scanning Chris's messages puts me in a better mood.

babydaddy: there’s no way you just hung up like that -_-

babydaddy: this is my life…my career…

babydaddy: why can't you be more patient?? this is hard for me too…

babydaddy: we need to talk tomorrow…

babydaddy: about us, and where this is going.

The last message triggers something in me. My stomach twists like it always does before bad news. It doesn't change, whether in poverty in my hometown or a small Jersey mansion. The same sunken gut reaction. We've been going back and forth, but this sounds... final. At some point, he'll grow sick of it. I know I have.

Yet, there's so much I love about Chris. Selfishly, I don't want him with anyone else. He's the man of my dreams, flawed as he is, he’s human. My human. I panic, feeling like my boat has sprung a leak, desperate to plug it somehow.

Knowing myself, I turn my phone upside down, placing it on my desk and stand up, distancing myself from the setting. Something else would trap me; all I want is not to reply to him with charged emotion. It wouldn't help anything.

Jake’s on his way over.

I take a deep breath, letting my anxiety settle. I'll talk to him; he always has good insight and wisdom beyond his years. I look at myself in the mirror. I'm in comfy mode, barefoot, walking across hardwood floors.

Entering the dimly lit kitchen, I brew hot chocolate, curling my toes against the balls of my feet, cracking knuckles as I chew my lower lip, mind drifting to Chris. Resistance is weaker now; the reasons to text back sound more convincing. I shake my head, trying to clear my mind, grab my cup, and sip as I walk past my bearded dragon's tank. It's late; he's asleep, tucked into his pink bed. I stare at each plant, trying to keep my thoughts in check.

My outdoor motion detection buzzes the smartwatch on my wrist, signaling someone's arrival. I glimpse headlights through my foyer. My grin widens; I bite my lip, urging myself to behave.

"Alexa, shuffle my evening playlist on Spotify, downstairs."

The nearest speaker obeys, filling the space with music. My dog scurries around my feet as the doorbell rings, and my bigger dog's deep barks echo throughout the house.

“Hey, cool it!" I shout at them, stepping over the little one weaving through my legs, nipping my ankles for some ungodly reason. I open the door, visibly exasperated, while my larger dog bellows from the top of the stairs.

Jake points to her behind me, furrowing his brows dramatically. "I thought we were friends!"

My dog hurls another final, loud bark before slowly making her way down the stairs. I let Jake in, lock the door, and he takes off his shoes, grabbing a disposable guest pair from the basket by the front door. I turn, starting down the hall, and Jake’s full body weight slams into me from behind, arms wrapping around my body, causing me to stumble. Seemingly unpredictably, he stops us from falling while laughing. I catch my footing, give him a firm shove, swipe stray hair behind my ear, and correct the other side, giving him a side-eye.

"Now, you know damn well I'm too clumsy for some stupid shit like that," I scoff, turning into the living room. I walk over to the glass coffee table near the sofa, grab the nearby gold electric candle lighter, tip it into the wide, three-wick candle, and light each of their blackened tips. The scents of apple-cinnamon, cedar, sandalwood, and vanilla fill the room, complemented by the warm orange glow of well-placed LED lights. I sit on the edge of the sofa, and Jake takes his favorite spot on the oversized black beanbag chair nearby. He pulls his hood off, followed by his knitted beanie, ruffling his dark brown hair.

I've got to say, Jake is a handsome guy, no doubt about it.

But I've got problems, and I've caught heavy feelings for one of my biggest headaches lately—Christopher Bang.

We're in this so deep, at least on my end.

I start to think a little harder, trying to see beyond the rose colored glasses for a moment. His text plays through my head as I scroll on my phone, my excuse being searching for another song to skip to on Spotify. But, of course, I get back to the messages Chris sent earlier.

"About us, and where this is going…"

We'd never had an official conversation about being exclusive. We met by chance, fell for each other, and started sneaking around together. I consider Chris my boyfriend, and I’m saved in his phone under ‘baby.' That's got to mean something, right?

The horror begins to set in—has this been a situationship this whole time? Is that why he never went public?

Anxiety creeps in.

"Yo," Jake snaps his fingers, waving his fingers. Damn, I must've been really distracted, crinkled brows as I stare into my phone, thumb tapping against the glass but not doing anything. I look up at him, raising my brows as if I had just briefly missed something he recently said.

"Hm?" I ask.

He's sitting up more, his left hand stroking one of my cats. "Talk to me, girl," he gestures to the marble ashtray with half of a joint, "And pass it."

I lean forward, grabbing the pink joint and placing it between my lips. I use the lighter nearby, sparking it, blowing a few times, the smoke thick and pungent, rising into the air. I tap it into the ashtray and lean over, passing it his way. Jake takes it graciously, placing it between the center of his pink lips and taking a big inhale. He holds it in, nodding, looking down at it as he blows the smoke out the side of his mouth.

"Chris and I got into it again. He told me they were coming to LA for a show over at KCON, and he was like 'maybe I can fly over to see you,' trying to fit it in, delaying his trip to Korea by like three days, which didn’t seem like a big deal. But then after everything ended, he was just hyper-aware of the attention on them and changed his mind," I begin to explain. Jake has taken a few hits during my story; he's leaning forward, passing me the joint again. I take it, hitting it.

"Did he say why?" he asks. Jake’s voice is low, even-toned. He’s invested in my story and the way I’m feeling, I can tell by the way his laser focus is on me as I speak. His eye contact is intense, fiery, the Aries in him.

"No, he didn’t, and that’s what frustrated me, so we got on a call tonight. He like—called me and was dancing around it, and I was like 'look, it’s not hard, are you coming to New York or not.' I was just... over it," I reply, pausing to take another hit before passing it to Jake once more. "He was all 'I want to, baby, but it's too risky.'” I mock his Aussie accent, and Jake can’t help the cough of smoke that comes out from trying to repress a laugh. He turns his head, full-on coughing a couple of times before he catches his breath again.

"Do you need water?" I ask, successfully holding back my own laugh. I don’t wait for his reply, instead, standing up and taking a few steps over to the mini-fridge and grabbing a bottle of spring water, handing it to him.

Plopping back down on the couch, I sigh. "So I didn’t even let him get the rest of it out. I was like 'ok, I’ll talk to you later' and like, hung up."

Jake places the burnt-out joint tip into the tray, effectively ending our puff-puff-pass session, making us both more relaxed and a little spacey. "Oof, y/n, this is... such a unique situation that very few people go through, and even fewer non-K-idols. I mean, I don’t agree with any of it, right? But it’s not me, and Chan, he’s in like–the peak of their career as a boy group, dude." Jake shakes his head, sitting back, my cat jumping from his lap, considering him having moved too much for his comfort.

"I don’t—care," I blurt.

Jake’s head drops back with a sigh before he picks it up again. "That’s probably part of the problem. Chan’s risking his career; Korea is no joke when it comes to this shit. I promise you, unless you’re physically in the industry as an idol over there, you have no idea. It’s so obsessive, and these companies, the management, they will not let you breathe, and the bigger you are—the tighter they hold onto you because there’s so much more to lose at that point."

He only leaves a half second of pause before he says, "I don’t think you’re compatible with—nor do you deserve, that kind of relationship with anyone."

Ouch.

It hurts that much more because—he’s right

"Now that doesn’t make Chan a bad person, or you a weak person. He’s got a right to this life he’s worked super hard to get to, and you’ve got a right to someone to love you the way you want to be loved, especially while you’re in the beginning stage of becoming great yourself. It’s a huge distraction—maybe not a relationship, but like, that kind of relationship."

I can do nothing but sigh, throwing my hands up and sitting back onto the couch, feeling, well, defeated. Can you blame me? It fucking sucks, the reality of it all that I was trying to avoid.

"Fuck," I finally say aloud.

Jake’s looking at me; I know he feels bad for breaking it down so plain, but he does it because he cares about me and wants the best for me, and I know that. “You still do what you want; it’s your life. Whatever you two decide is what you two decide, but that’s just—my limited experience.”

I scoff with a roll of my eyes, “Limited experience. Yeah ok.”

He laughs.

We both understand the subtext of the brief exchange.

“He says we need to talk tomorrow, about us and ‘where this is going’,” I say with air quotes.

“I mean, hey, it’s an opportunity to get your concerns out there, listen to his, and decide what’s best for you. He’ll decide what’s best for him. If that’s being together, great, if not, great. Either way, you’ll be ok. That’s how I like to see these kinds of things.” Jake says, his words profound and his perspective valuable to me. He leans forward, “We’ve known each other like what? Almost a year now?” I nod to confirm, and he continues, “In that short period of time, I can just—tell that you’re a strong person; you wouldn’t have gotten this far if you weren’t. If you ever need someone to talk to, my line is always open.”

I let another long breath go before laying across the sofa on my stomach, bringing myself closer to Jake as I lazily hug a pillow, resting my chin atop it. His advice is logged in my thoughts. I really don’t want to talk about it anymore—the way he phrased it did something to lower my anxiety so I was going to let sleeping dogs lie. “What about you, huh? What’s got you on the East Coast? You’re never over here, rarely in America anymore for real.”

“Yeah, I’ve been—busy, but it’s a blessing, you know? I’m so grateful that so many people support me, as a solo artist, doing my own thing, my way.” Jake never fails to acknowledge those around him that have supported him, and keeps himself grounded and humble somehow through being an international celebrity. “But I was at the Versace show over in Soho. I’ve got a couple of other shows to see for New York Fashion Week, but I touched down and had to come see you.”

I lift a brow. “I’m not gonna fuck you, Jake.”

Without hesitation, he fires back, “I’m not asking you to, y/n.”

It’s enough to drag a snort from me.

He laughs, “The hotels get lonely, and most places I go, I don’t know anyone. I like it here; you’ve done a lot since the last time I was here.” Jake looks around at the decor. He points to a painting of a cat skeleton on a black canvas. “That’s new, I like it.” He says.

“Yeah? I do too; it’s simple but it matches the vibe of the space, I found it by accident one day.”

When Jake says the hotels are lonely, I believe him. He often confides in me about how lonely his lifestyle can be and how it can drive him so crazy that he’ll call everyone through his phone until someone answers, and when that person hangs up, he’ll keep going. More often than not, he doesn’t have anyone to call, despite my insisting that I was an option. Some nights, when it gets really bad, he’ll have a tendency towards drinking, which is something I don’t like, and we’ve talked about ad nauseam. Of course, he’s always welcome in my safe spaces.

“So what’s new with the band? When you texted me the other day, you had like, tons of shit going on that you were freaking out about.” Jake cracks open the bottle of water, taking a gulp.

“I’m flying out to LA next week for a couple of events, but we’re like focused on album three right now; I’ve been locked in the studio just writing.”

“Ok, ok, you got anything for me to hear yet?” He seems to perk up to ask this question.

“Eh, nothing I’m ready to show or anything, just fragments of songs right now. The label is really pushing the work we did with album two to build the hype up for album three, and that’s the one they funded.” I kick my feet slowly in the air behind me as I talk.

“We should do a song together.” Jake says, quite suddenly. He can tell I’m taken aback. I mean, creatively, Jake and I get along great, but we had never discussed merging on a record before. “An official song, I think it could sound incredible.”

I immediately want to agree, of course, but I have a couple of hurdles I know I need to jump now that I’ve gotten to this point in my career. I hated that. I used to be able to agree to a collaboration immediately. But Jake had even more hoops to jump through; he couldn’t commit to something official now either.

So why was he proposing it?

“I gotta ask the label—”

“Fuck the label, dude.” Jake waves his hand, “They don’t have to know anything, not yet. We’ll just work together and see what happens. Whaddya say?”

It takes no thought for me to reply,

“Let’s do it.”

—

Jake wore me down enough to bring him down into the studio, insisting he didn't have anything important to do until tomorrow evening. I don't want to encourage his drinking, but when he spots the whiskey decanter, he gestures to it as I sit down in the main chair in front of the soundboard.

"What’s in there? Hennessy?" He answers his own question as I spin around in the chair to see what he’s talking about. He’s already over at the mini bar, opening it up and whiffing.

"Yeah, but I rarely drink it. I got it for guests." I turn towards my soundboard again, powering it up and waiting for the two large screens to load. I add another thought to the end of my sentence, albeit, to myself. Not like I have guests anyway.

Jake comes over with a glass, the brown liquor sloshing around as he tilts it in my direction. I roll my eyes, taking it, and he’s already got his glass, which he holds out for a toast.

"To the music," Jake says.

"The music." I oblige, clinking his glass and taking my gulp down a lot less gracefully than he does his, before he pours up another for himself. "Don’t overdo it; you’re gonna have a nasty hangover, and I won’t be the one to blame for it." I press a few buttons, and the house lights lower, back to the blue and purple hue I was sitting in earlier.

"I am a grown man that knows my limits." Jake states, matter-of-factly. He sits in the rolling chair at the table alongside me, pulling himself up to the soundboard and sitting back in his chair, sipping his drink as his eyes dance across the screens while I click around, pulling up my digital audio workstation of choice.

I point to the keyboard nearest to him, "Press a key for me?" He does, confirming it's connected and functional, the note ringing out through the monitors.

"Aw yeah." Jake sits up, setting his glass down on the designated cupholder space on the edge of the mixing table as he places both hands on the keys, beginning to fiddle with the limited random keys and chords he had learned how to play while being forced to learn as a trainee. "Damn, it’s been so long." He says, a half smile on his face. I can tell he’s reminiscing, I just can’t tell if it’s good or bad. "You’re so lucky to have control over your music, you know that?" He says, looking over at me before focusing back on the instrument again, slender fingers of his right hand climbing up the keys.

"I don’t really have total control, not anymore. Not sure I ever did." I say with a sigh. "It’s always been like—an Eli and me thing, not just a ‘me’ thing. I just get a little more attention because I’m the one out front, singing." I continue to explain. Jake’s stopped playing, instead choosing to lean in his chair and eye me over the top of his glass as he sips, listening to me with an empathetic nod. "Now with a major label involved, there are so many other factors now."

"You get the final say though, right?"

"Well, yeah, I guess I do." I say with uncertainty, not because it isn’t true, but because it still feels like the decisions I make have to be based on what everyone else thinks is best for us. If I vehemently object, I’m persuaded down to the decisions of others. Sometimes, it feels like I’m being gaslit. But I don’t have much time to ruminate on that, since everything is moving forward at top speed.

"Guess it’s complicated?" Jake concedes.

I nod.

"Girl, you got it," Jake croons in his gruff voice, eyes closed, fingers snapping to start a rhythm. "And I know it, baby, why don’t you?”

I nod, sliding him away from the keys as I hit some chords to match his singing. Unsure if it's a freestyle or something pre-written, I catch the composition unfolding. Music flows through me effortlessly—my natural talent that's brought me this far. It didn't happen overnight, but creating is the part of music that feels like pure joy, a distraction from all the BS.

Soon, we're vibing out a hook, laughing for hours, blending funk with '90s groove, a nostalgic fusion. My phone rings, freezing me in place. The weight of unresolved problems crashes over me. Jake senses it; I bolt before he protests. His eyes speak understanding; he knows when to let me deal with my demons. I answer the phone, attempting to steady my voice.

“Hello?”

“You answered.”

It’s Chris.

His voice is tired, ironic, as if he couldn’t believe it himself but didn’t care.

It irritates me. Why call back so soon if compromise isn't on the table?

“I just called to say, that I’ll be there in about four hours.”

A lump forms in my throat; I glance around for a clock. Holed up in the studio with Jake, time escaped me.

“But you said—“

‘First class, you are now welcome to pre-board flight 917 to Newark, First class, you are now welcome to pre-board flight 917 to Newark.’

“I gotta go, but I’ll see you in a few, yeah?”

“Y-yeah.”

The phone beeps, leaving me in stunned silence. The studio's muted song hums in the background. I'm not ready to face it yet, still figuring out what this sudden visit means.

“Said I wouldn’t do this.” I mutter, pressing my fists against my forehead, heaving a frustrated sigh. I vowed not to let another man stir my emotions, yet here I am—almost having a meltdown. But my feelings are valid. No explanation after a heated argument, and suddenly he's on his way here?

Maybe he got another perspective from the members or his friends. Maybe he thought about it. Either way, he'll be here in four hours. We can hash it out then.

I muster the calm to return to the studio. Jake sits back, his chair turning towards me. “Well?”

I plop onto the nearby sofa. “He’s boarding a flight here now, said he’ll be here in four hours.”

Jake’s brows lift in surprise. “See? I told you…this was going to push you two in some direction it needed to go. Four hours? My man, okay BangChan!” Jake laughs, toasting with his glass. “So I added some drums, check it out.” He plays the track; the groove multiplies.

“You added that part too?” I notice another musical flair, and he nods proudly. After a few seconds, he turns it off, a slow fade of the volume knob.

“I think that’s enough for me to work with for now, what do you think?”

"The skeleton is definitely there, but what about more instruments?" I question. Jake pushes his chair back, picks up his hoodie, slipping it on as he stands up.

“It’s enough to write to; we can come back to it; if Chan’s on his way here, the last thing he needs is to see another guy here late night.” He slips on his shades, his phone reflected in them as he orders an Uber Black. I didn't think he cared like this, feeling closer to him; he did what he felt was best. I was freaking out about how to get him out in time, and Jake took the initiative.

A relieved sigh escapes me. “I owe you.”

“Absolutely nothing. You don’t owe me anything, sweetheart. I had a good time here tonight.” He tucks his phone in his jacket pocket. “Twelve minutes.”

I nod. “Follow me upstairs, I made some cookies yesterday; you can take some with you.”

“Ooh what kind?”

“Chocolate chip.”

“A classic.”

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gunwookies · 1 year

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Hey :)) I've read your work and I really like it, the taerae one was really cute I just 😭😭❤️❤️

Could I ask you for a fluff fic with ricky?? Like cuddles or something cute. I'm starting exams tomorrow so my head can't take it any more, I need something cute to relax myself 😭❤️

Have a nice day :))

Hey!! I'm really glad you like my work! I hope you ace your exams! Here's a little Ricky drabble:

pairing: ricky x gn! reader

genre: fluff

word count: 0.5k

You ruffled your feet softly against the cotton of your cream-colored sheets as the gentle rays of the warm morning beamed against your sensitive eyes. A heavy warmth weighed across your waist, warm breaths comforting the skin behind your neck. You smiled at the soft snores that serenaded your ears, almost imperceptible if not for his close proximity. You reached a hand towards the fingers that rested limp over your belly, carefully intertwining them in yours. Your thumb softly ran circles against the soft back of his hand. Suddenly, a low groan echoed in your ear and his fingers gave yours a gentle squeeze.

“Good morning,” your boyfriend whispered against your ear. Your cheeks warmed at his deep morning voice.

“G’morning,” you whispered, turning over to face him. You could now see his fluffy blond hair messily falling over his face, and slightly covering his eyes. You pushed the soft strands back, in order to get a better view of his face, as he pulled you closer, his nose grazing yours. He rubbed his nose against yours, eyes scrunched and cheeks rosy. Light giggles left your lips as you turned your head in efforts to avoid his tickling.

“Ricky, stop!” you yelled between giggles. But it was no use. Instead he took this as a sign to keep going. His blunt fingers grazed up and down your body, tickling you all over. You could hardly breathe from how much you were laughing, your belly cramping. But it was worth it when you heard his low chuckles and got a glimpse of his crescent-shaped eyes.

When he finally stopped, you rested your head in the crook of his neck, catching your breath.

“Ricky…” you whined.

“I’m sorry! It’s too easy!” he countered, grinning. He stroked your hair with his palm, leaving small kisses on your temple. You turned your view upwards, looking at him through your eyebrows. He looked beautiful to you from that angle; the soft glow of the sun bouncing off his skin, the sharp line of his nose, the languid flutter of his eyelashes, the dark corners of his mouth turned slightly upwards.

“You’re in a good mood this morning,” you mutter. He looks down at you, fingers tracing your jaw.

“How could I not be, when I get to wake up next to this beauty?” He reached down and pressed a warm kiss to your lips. It was a soft kiss, your lips moving at a slow rhythm. But your heart, on the other hand, was racing. You could taste the sweetness and love on his lips. After so much time together, he was still able to make you feel like the most loved person in the world. You parted from the kiss, leaving one more peck on his lips.

“We should get up. We’re gonna be late,” you said, propping yourself up on your elbow. Ricky pulled you back into him, this time holding you tighter, closer.

“Can we just stay here a little longer? I just wanna love you for as long as I can.” You blushed, keeping a beat of silence as you tried to hide your fluttering heart.

“Of course we can.”

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sunsetloverrsss · 11 months

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Party's and New People

Summary: Daniel and Evies first time meeting.

Warnings: fluff, alcohol consumption, smut (p in v and oral)

It was one of the colder Fridays in April in New York and Evie really wasn't feeling all too well. She had just gotten back from the gym which had been exhausting. Evie was a sweaty mess as she entered her small apartment and hung her jacket up. She was hoping a hot shower would help make her feel better because at this moment she was not in the mood for attending her friends birthday party tomorrow. That's when there was a knock on the door. She was hoping she could just have a shower and eat dinner then go to sleep and not have to deal with anyone else that day though it looks like that was not going to happen.

Evie opened the door the see her close friend chloe behind it. "Hey chloe what's up i didn't expect to see you today" evie asked as she walked further into the small apartment and sat down. Though chloe stayed standing across from her. She didn't look all to happy either. "Whats up I'll tell you what's up this text u sent me oh hey chloe I'm not sure I'm gonna make your party not feeling the best. What the hell Evie" she shouted at her. Sensing the tension Evies dog oreo got up and placed himself next to her. She found comfort in being able to scratch his ears while talking.

"Chloe it's just I really don't feel to good and I don't want to put a downer on your party either" evie said back "Are you okay can you feel a flare up coming on" chloe said suddenly feeling a sense of guilt for shouting at her friend. "No i don't think so it shouldn't be my period isn't due till the end of the month and it usually is at its worst then I'm just not in the mood after the breakup and everything" Evie replied sadly "Oh Evie that's the reason this party will be good there will be loads of singles at it" Chloe said while giving Evie a hug. "But I understand if you don't go" she added "How about this you go home and enjoy your night with scotty and I eill think about going tomorrow" Evie said.

After saying goodbye to chloe Evie heated up some leftovers she had in the fridge and headed to bed. As she lay there in bed with oreo cuddled into her side she taught about going tomorrow maybe it would be good for her maybe she would meet someone new.

That Saturday morning Evie woke up feeling refreshed she had finished her breakfast and headed for a run. She believed seeing the views of New York this early in the morning were truly something she'd never get over she loved it. She got home had a shower and realised that she would go to chloe's party.

That night Evie was glad she had gone to the party she does enjoy a good night out and on the rooftop of the restaurant the hustle and bustle was actually taking her mind off how she had been feeling. She walked up to the bar to order drink number she could not remember although she knew she wasn't that drunk.

"Hi" came from the guy next to her at first she didn't think he was talking to her but has he continued to smile at her she replied. "Hi" she said smiling. "I'm Evelyn but everyone calls me Evie" she said to him. "I'm Daniel it's nice to meet you Evelyn or should I say Evie" he replied laughing.

As the night got colder and the two continued to talk they moved over to the little couch and daniel wrapped a blanket around the both of them to keep them warm. Evie wasn't usually someone who would warm up to a person this quickly she was more of a shy person. She doesn't know if it was the alcohol or what but she just felt safe around daniel even after just meeting him.

"This is my favourite part of the day watching the sunset" Evie says while looking at the sky. "Its so beautiful isn't it" daniel answered. "So what is that you do" he asked. "I'm a kindergarten teacher what about you" she said. Daniel looked at her a little shocked. "What" she asked suprisngly. "No nothing your just the first person to actually ask me what I do in a long time. I'm an f1 driver" he replied. "Ohh your scotty's friend. I'm sorry I don't really watch f1" she started to laugh. "Its ok finally someone who doesn't want to hang out ieth me just because of what i do" he replied

The two of them sat there for awhile enjoying each others company. Chatting away there really did forget they were in a room full of people. They both just sat there gazing into each others eyes. "Is it ok if I kiss you" Daniel asks. Evie starts to giggle. "Yes yes it is" she replies. Evie swears they are the softest lips she's ever kissed. "You know my apartment is just down the road from here" she says breaking away from the kiss. "You know if that's an invite back to your place I'd happily accept" Daniel replied. As they both took off running out of the party and down to her apartment Chloe had notice her friend leave and was happy she was looking better.

They arrived at Evies apartment and could barely make it in the front door and they couldn't keep their hands off of each other. Evie lead Daniel down to her bedroom. This time it was Daniel who broke away from the kiss. "Are you sure you want to do this" he asked her. "Yes" she replied breathlessly as they both joined lips again. Daniel reached around to the back of her dress and unzipped it as Evie messed with his trousers to get them off of him. He broke away for a moment to toss away his shirt and to lay himself and Evie onto the bed.

His mouth roamed to her neck just behind her ear she could feel it already she needed him badly. All she could do was moan back. Daniel moved further down her body leaving kisses all along her. Evie continued to moan. "I need you to tell me what you want darling" "I need you to touch me daniel". He didn't hesitate as he made his way down to Evies clit attaching his lips to it and swirling hist tongue around. She was already so wet. Evie arched are back and trusted her hips into nothing.

"I need more danny" she said as the pleasure overcmse her. He inserted one digit at first moving it slowly at first and then adding a second and upping the pace. "How does that feel Evie" all she could do was arch her back and moan loudly back. As Daniel could feel Evie tighten around his fingers he removed them and took his cock in his hands. Giving it a rub up and down her slit she was so wet already its was enough lubrication though before he went any further he asked again "Evelyn are you sure you want this" this time looking her straight in the eyes. "Yes ohh God danny I really want this" she replied

Daniel inserted his cock into her slit slowly giving her time to adjust and feel him. "How does that feel" "amazing but I need you to move danny" with that go ahead Daniel started to thrust in and out of Evie slowly at first but then he picked up his pace. "Ughhh Daniel I'm so close" she screamed. She was sure she had probably woken up the neighbours. "Come on darling cum for me" he replied thrusting even harder as she tightened around his cock. Shortly after Evie's orgasm came over her and she cummed causing Daniel to cum too. He pulled out of her and lay next to her as they both lay there catching their breath. That was the best sex experience Evie could say she ever had Daniel made her feel so good the entire way through and she admired his constant checking for consent before he did something.

Daniel got up off the bed and walked over to the adjoining bathroom. "Where are you going" she asked him her legs still felt to much like jelly to move. "I'll be back in a second just what there" he replied as he closed the door. Daniel cleaned himself up and went to the toilet before he grabbed a towel from the press and wetted it. He came back out with in his hands and walked over next to Evie on the bed. "Hey how are you feeling this might be a little cold but I'm just going to clean you up ok" Evie was shocked at first she never had a man who was so intune with her aftercare before. She just nodded at him. " hey I need to hear some words to make sure your okay and that you don't mind me doing this" Daniel said again. "Yes I'm good sorry no ones ever really done anything like this for me after sex. But go ahead" she said back to him calmly now that she got her breath back. " oh I'm sorry to hear that darling everyone should be treated with the same respect after sex that their given before and during it" he replied to her. Daniel couldn't believe that men could forget about aftercare it was so important. Once he was done wiping up the mess between Evies legs he put his boxers back on. "Hey of your feeling ok why don't you go the bathroom and change into your pj's and ill go get us some water" he says to her. Evie nodded her head and agreed with him.

Once both of them returned they settled back into Evies bed. She fitted perfectly under Daniel's arm. "You know Evie I'd like to see you again maybe we could go for dinner or lunch sometime" he said to her sleepily. "I'd like thst very much Daniel" she replied. "Please it's Danny now" he said to her. They both just started to giggle.

Drifting off to sleep that night Evie was so glad she decided to go to the party she got to meet Daniel and although she'd vowed to herself only a couple of days ago that she'd never fall in love with another guy after her last relationship. She thinks it's to late because she's already fallen in love with Daniel and she could see herself walking down the aisle to this man.

A/n: Hiiii so here's the first oneshot In my story it's also how the two of them met I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it. (First time writing smut so please keep thst in mind) As always my ask box is always open so send them my way if you have any questions on the story 🌸🥰

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bangchanbabygurl · 4 months

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08: Corporation { In The Eyes Of Love }

Genre: Dark Romance/Smut/Angsty/Thriller/Enemies to lovers

Warnings: Explicit language/mention of domestic violence/mention of violence/alcohol abuse/mention of death/stalker/mentions of blood/drug abuse/smut scenes/dark mature themes/triggering scenes/traumatic experiences

╚» Now playing —» Cardigan by Taylor Swift

I had only been living in Seoul for four months, and it had gone over my head that some boxes were still lying around the apartment. Joshua sighs as he cleans the couch, “You could’ve called me, you know, none of these boxes would be here.” He said, helping out of the wheelchair. I proclaimed to the doctors that I didn't need a wheelchair, knowing that my legs work perfectly fine, but Joshua, being the annoyingly protective person he is, had forced it upon me.

I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms, “She’s being sulky because of the wheelchair, Shua; maybe you are being a bit too protective about this.” Suzy implies as she closes the wheelchair, placing it next to the couch. Joshua ruffles my hair, “Nonsense; she’s in the hospital for five days, so her legs will take a little time to adjust how they were.” He said, picking up one of the boxes. Suzy shakes her head and walks into the kitchen; I let a sigh escape my lips. My mind wouldn’t stop thinking about Seungcheol and his stupid favor; what would I wear? What if I stick out like a sore thumb? I'm not meant to be in a high-status class; I bit my lip as my nerves were bouncing around.

The doorbell had snapped me into reality, “I’ll get it!” Suzy called out as she rushed out of the kitchen. I look at my phone and see I had a couple of missed calls from my mom; Joshua came out of the hall. “Y/N, mom called; she wants you to cal-” He paused; I furrowed my brows, seeing his eyes throwing daggers. I turned around, and my heart flipped at the sight, “Seungcheol?” His name fell out of my lips as if it were honey. “How did you kn—” Joshua sighs in frustration, “Why are you here, Seungcheol? Y/N isn't in the mood to deal with you.” Joshua said, crossing his arms. I look at him, “Shua…” I hissed. Joshua gave me a bewildered look.

“Whatever it is, make it quick; she needs to rest,” Suzy said, keeping her composure. Seungcheol rolled his eyes. “I need to speak with Y/N in private…” he said. Joshua snickers. “As if that's gonna happen.” He said. Suzy looks at me worriedly, “Joshua, it’s okay, Suzy; it will only take a moment.” I said, looking at them. Joshua looked like he couldn't believe what he had just heard; Seungcheol stepped into the living room. Joshua walks to the kitchen with Suzy; I got up from the couch. “You said in private…follow me,” I said, walking into the hall. It felt strange as I led the way to the bedroom; I opened the door, letting him step inside.

Seungcheol’s eyes wandered around the room; it wasn't decorated. I couldn't find myself adjusting it to my liking; I closed the door behind me. Seungcheol turns around; the blonde is long gone. His hair was a dark brown color, a color that made his features look soft yet intimidating; maybe it‘s his brows that make him look scary. “How are you feeling?” His voice sent chills down my spine; I sat by the desk and gave him my full attention. “Better, thanks for asking…so what brings you here?” I asked, Seungcheol placed his hands behind his back. “Well, the family party is on Friday, and I want to go over a couple of things before that day comes.” He said.

I felt my breath hitch as he tilted his head lightly, raising a brow, “Are you free tomorrow morning?” His question made my mind go wild. I clear my throat lightly, “I am given that Joshua is monitoring my every move. So I hope that his behavior doesn't affect your mood,” I said. Seungcheol laughs softly, a genuine laugh, not the cocky chuckles he knows to give me. My heart flutters, “Joshua doesn't bother me; it's understandable, given that he is your older brother.” Seungcheol said. I smile and nod, “Well then, I'm sure Chan has already given you my contact information—” Seungcheol sighs. “On the contrary darling, Chan knows his boundaries regarding you. That man hasn't shared your contact information with me nor any other information that I need.” Seungcheol’s mannerisms is quite attractive.

His mannerisms are just like Wonwoo’s except, for one thing, Wonwoo wasn't a jerk upon first encounter or any encounter. “That’s surprising to me,” I said, turning to grab a pen and notepad from the drawer; I wrote down my contact information and added a small note stating that pink roses were preferred. “To make it more believable to your family,” I said, ripping the note from the pad. I hand him the note, and Seungcheol grasps it lightly. “Oh darling I have my ways to show it, but if you want roses then you’ll receive them.” He said, his voice made my heart skip a beat. That devilish smirk grew on his lips, a scoff escapes my lips.

He ruined the mood with that cocky smirk, “Was there anything else you need?” I asked. Seungcheol crosses his arms, his index finger resting on his lips. “There is one thing…” He said, I got up from the chair and head to the door. I looked at him as he got closer, “What size are you?” He asked, his brow raised and that smirk dancing even more. I furrowed my brows, but his dark eyes dragged swiftly down at my chest; I gulped and opened the door. “Time’s up,” I said to Seungcheol as he chuckles, “Men…” I muttered. “I would have my driver pick you up, but I’ll need to see the options myself, so I’ll be here around 10,” Seungcheol said, licking his lips and lets the smirk reappear. I gave him a subtle nod, I rested my head against the door frame as I heard Suzy and Joshua biding their byes and closing the door.

I felt flustered as his question lingered in my mind, ‘what size are you?’. Damn that man and his devil ways, Joshua steps into the hall. “You okay?” He asked. I sighed and nodded, “Yeah, Seungcheol only wanted to exchange contact information, nothing else.” I said. Joshua crossed his arms, “Is he bugging you? Y/N, if he’s not leaving you alone, you can always tell me,” He said. I chuckle and shake my head, “Shua, it's okay; really, I'm only having breakfast with him tomorrow morning. Trust me, it's the only way to get Chan off my back.” I lied. Lying to Joshua was painful, but of course, I didn't want to tell him about the favor I was doing for Seungcheol.

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broz0neglitters · 24 days

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Can we get stuff for branch and a female reader pls?

Yes, Of course I got u bestie! I don’t know if you want Smut/NSFW But I'm doing it anyways if you want a non smut/nsfw version maybe like dating just let me know :^) anyways hope you enjoyed!

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Branch x female reader Smut/NSFW ˙ ✩°˖🫐 ⋆｡˚꩜

Warning: Smut & P*rn mention

-Branch is a p*rn addict he watches it 24/7

-He will jerk off to every single picture that he has of you when you're not around

-He's likes it rough so be ready to not feel your legs afterwards

-He would ask you to watch P*rn w him so you can rub his cock for him he likes its when you do when he cums all over your hands he would want you to lick it

-He could be gentle at first but then he will go to town on you

-His cock is average not to big or too small

-Branch is a Lady part and breast type of guy so when ever you're cooking or doing something he would grab either your breast or your lady parts

-He's a private person do he'll definitely keep his hands to himself in public but once you both are in his bunker he will be all over you

-He will dominate you during sex he will sometimes let you take the lead if he's very tried

-He wants you to ride on his dick like there's no tomorrow

-he likes it when you choke on his cock

-He's like cockwarming he would ask you to do it 24/7 even when you both aren’t in the mood to fuck

-He's a netflix and chill typa person you two would watch only 25 min of the movie then you guys would be fucking during the whole movie

-He likes to cum on your body,face and mouth and he would never cum inside you because he knows you’re not ready for a baby unless you are or ask him too

-he'll even finger fuck you when you're sleeping cus he wants to hear your moans

-He loves it when you moan and cry/beg for him he wants you to be as loud as you can no one can hear you

-he isn't loud but he'll grunt when you suck on his cock/rubs it

"If anyone gonna fuck you good it's gonna be me baby girl so you better moan out my name." Branch said while going to town on you once he hits your sweet spot you can't help but moan so loudly that you thought people could hear you

Y/N: Branch, please go faster it's feels sooo good! you said moaning

-when he fingers you he likes to see the faces that you make "dose that feel good baby girl you like it when I get to your sweet spot huh baby girl." he said

-he's rough at fingering you so there’s no telling him to slow down at this point you can't even say anything because you were moaning on how good it feels

-He will lick your cunt like a hungry horny dog

-he'll leave hickeys almost everywhere of your body

-Just like clay cum is super thick but milky

-Your legs won't be as numb despite branch being a rough fucker but he'll still carry you if you needed too

-his after sex care are the best he'll give you tea and any snacks/food you want to eat

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Anyways, I hoped you enjoyed it anyways fill free to request me at anytime :^) *it might take a while to get back to you as I mentioned before I would just write it on my own without any requests plus I've school and real life stuff so be patient with your request your requested are heard loud and clear <3 ---------------- Like and Follow are very much appreciated 🦋☁️🩵

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madhatterbri · 3 months

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Talk Dirty To Me | Hangman A.P.

Summary: Prompt 8: You and your love end up having phone sex because they’re away for Valentine’s Day.

Author's Note: If you know me in real life, I was just in a silly, goofy mood. 🤪🤪 Gonna take a small break writing smut for him for a while.

Requested by @coleskingdom ( I hope you have fun at Dynamite tonight!)

ImPure fiction.

"You there, baby? You know I love to hear you like this," the Hangman's raspy voice played in your ear. Your phone was held next to your ear by your left hand. You could have sworn you heard the zipper of his jeans coming undone. "When you need me,"

You whined in frustration, wishing that he could have been home instead of at work. "Adam..."

"I know, I wish I was there too," he revealed loving your soft whines.

"I need you," you confessed. Your right hand was between your legs as two fingers are pushed inside of you. It felt good, but it wasn't him. You wanted Adam with you tonight more than anything, but this was his dream. You would never want to take that away from him.

"I need you too. Go ahead and keep playing with yourself, baby. I want to hear you," he spoke, but it sounded more like a plead. You shoved your index finger slowly inside of you. Within moments, your slick covered the new finger.

"Oh God, Adam," you whimpered. Your fingers pumped inside of you. Calls for his name filled the bedroom. Your hips slightly off the bed as they thrusted your fingers.

"I know, baby, me too," he grunted. He sounded farther away from his phone. You could hear him rustling with his jeans and boxers now. "Keep going. I want to hear you,"

You scooted up and leaned against the headboard. Your legs are bent and spread wide. Your fingers find the same spot Adam would hit if he was here with you. You placed the phone in speaker mode on your leg. He was going to hear every sound from you.

"Is that? Oh," he couldn't bring himself to say it. He moaned in his pillow, not wanting to disturb those sleeping in the rooms next to him. "God, I can't wait to see you tomorrow. Better get a good night's sleep tonight. I'm going to give my needy girl everything she wants,"

The promise of tomorrow made you clench your fingers. You told him that you were close. The pressure in your lower abdomen was too heavy to ignore.

"You touching your clit, love? Go ahead,"

His question was answered with the loudest moan of the night. You could feel him smiling through the phone. He panted as his mind imagined you playing with yourself. The idea of phone sex seemed farfetched at the beginning, but it proved good for both of you.

"I'm so close," you confessed in a long whine. The way he was egging you on with his words and noises was almost too much to handle. All you ever wanted to do was please him.

"Me too, darling. I need you to let it all out. Imagine I'm between your legs licking you and fucking you with my fingers," he demanded. It sounded like when he was getting to business in the ring. You loved it when he was in control. The image he painted was too hard to ignore. Your mind went blank, and your mouth dropped open. The pressure in your stomach suddenly blew.

"Adam!" You called out as your legs twitched. He called out your name as well. You leaned forward and panted, trying to catch your breath. The mess on the sheets under you made you blush. Adam had so much control over you.

Your fingers slipped out of you. Your body and mind slowly coming back from your high. You leaned against the headboard with a satisfied smile. This all started from you teasing him that you were touching yourself to his voice. You never imagined that it would lead to the two of you completely undone.

"That was amazing, baby," you paused. "Can we talk until we fall asleep?"

"Anything for you,"

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gallavichsreddie1128 · 1 month

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Baltimore Part Two (Will Graham)

Description: Will has an interesting therapy session with Hannibal and he invites the couple to dinner to try not work things out.

Warning: Some smut

Word Count: 1,573k

This is the second part of the Baltimore series and it's in a different POV. The next part will be so much better.

Will walked into Hannibal’s office and sat down. He watched Hannibal grab the notebook and a pen. He thought of what he would say. He knew Y/N was going to start seeing him soon and wanted to make it as real as possible. He even took off his wedding ring. That was one of the first things Hannibal noticed. “Where’s your ring?” He asked Will. “Y/N and I aren’t getting along right now.” He said with sadness in his voice. “What’s going on?” Will sighed and looked at him. “She’s getting mad at me over the stupidest things. I breathe and she’s mad, I open my eyes and she’s mad.” Hannibal nods and writes that down. “Have you talked to her about this?” Will shook his head yes. “She just gets mad at me. I don’t know what’s going on.” Hannibal’s mind went to the fact that she was pregnant. “Will mood swings are a sign of depression or pregnancy.” He said. Will looked at him confused. “Are you saying she might be pregnant?” “Or depressed.” Will wanted to laugh. Y/N wasn’t acting like a bitch at all. She definitely wasn’t pregnant either. Though Hannibal only thought that because the two have talked about having kids before.

He returned home after the session and his wife was in the shower. He decided to surprise her. He undressed right outside the door and softly opened the bathroom door hoping she wouldn’t notice. She was too into her thoughts and feeling the hot water that she didn’t even hear him until he pulled back the shower curtain and got in with her. The water was really hot which he had gotten used to. “Hey baby how was your session?” She asked as he wrapped his arms around her waist. “I got him thinking that we aren’t happy.” “That’s good. I have to think of something to tell him tomorrow.” She said and sighed. “Tell him the biggest lie you’ve ever told.” That gave her an idea. “I think I will. But I think I'm gonna make a move on him also. If you’re okay with it.” “Damn baby that quick?” He asked. “I wanna get on with it. No time to waste.” He smiled and kissed her in the water. The water made him all wet and it felt good. She dropped to her knees and he threw his head back as she took him in her mouth.

The two went to every session and bitched about each other. Hannibal hadn’t had a clue that this was all an act. He loved the attention they both gave him and even when they flirted with him. Even Will. “I know she doesn’t care that I'm into guys.” Will said. Hannibal’s eyes widened “You’re into guys?” He asked. Will nodded. “Yes but barely there’s like a select few guys I’d give the time a day too.” Hannibal being one of them. “Select few?” Will nodded and smirked. “Select few, meaning you Doctor.” Will winked and Hannibal hid his shockness. Y/N had also made a move on him weeks ago. Truth be told, Y/N and Hannibal had been fucking for weeks. Though he knew Will didn’t know or at least he thought given the problems they’ve been having. Having them both all over him was great. For them and for him.

That’s how he had Will on his knees with his dick in his mouth. Will looked so pretty with a mouthful of cock. He was really good at giving head for being his first guy he sucked off. Hannibal’s hand gripped the table hard and the other had a hold of Will’s hair. Will remembered what Y/N told him about sucking a dick and Y/N doing it to him all the time. He picked up a few things.

“Okay so you wanna use your lips not teeth.” Y/N said to him. “I would hope so.” She rolled her eyes and continued. “If he pushes himself to the back of your throat, start swallowing around him. He will lose it.” “So what you do to me?” He asked and she nodded. He loved when she did that. It felt really good. “And try not to gag.” She tells him. He nods and makes a mental note of what she said. “Honestly baby I'm not sure I get the picture. You might have to show me.” He smirks. She giggles and walks over to him and unbuttons his jeans. He felt himself get hard. She pulls them down with his boxers. She dropped to her knees and started jerking him off. He sighs out in pleasure as her hand speeds up. He was gonna try to remember all she was doing.

Which is how he got to where he was right now. Sucking off Hannibal Lecter. He looked up at the older man and saw him in a world of pleasure. It was honestly kind of hot. He couldn’t lie. Though he had to remember the real reason he was doing this. For him and Y/N to have the house.

They were shocked to get the invitation to Hannibal’s house for dinner. He requested them to come together. “Should we go?” She asked him. “I mean we have to if we want this to work.” He tells her and she nods. Now they actually have to act together. It was easier alone but they knew together it could be a little tricky. “We got this.” She says. The look of nervousness on his face gave away what he was thinking. “I know but I hate acting like this.” He says. “I know baby, me too. But I have to go out and buy a dress for tonight.” She says and kisses him. “Remember baby it’ll all be worth it in the end.” She whispers. Oh he hoped.

The dress she found was a beautiful navy blue dress that went to her feet. It fit her perfectly and made her look like a goddess. Will almost ripped it off her when he first saw her with it on. “How am I supposed to hate you when you look this good?” He growled in her ear. She gasps as his lips attack her neck. “Will we have to go.” She says. He sighs and pulls away. “Fine but tonight i’m tearing it off you.” He promises her.

Hannibal couldn’t stop staring at the couple as they walked into his kitchen. They both looked so good and like a power couple despite them not being happy. His dick was in both of their mouths at a point and he thought the other didn’t know. He got hard just thinking about it.

“So I called you guys here together because I believe you guys need couples therapy.” He tells them. “You guys aren’t happy but I wanna fix that.” He says and takes a bite of his food. “You would do that for us?” Y/N asked, acting like that was the sweetest thing in the world. Will smiled at him. “Now have you guys talked about the problems you’ve been having?” He asked them. “Well I try but he doesn’t like hearing that he’s bad in bed.” Will looks over at her in fake shock. “I am not.” He exclaims. “Yes you are baby. You just don’t wanna listen.” She exclaims back. Hannibal watches the two argue. “Why is he bad in bed?” They both look at the woman wanting for her to speak. “I haven’t cum in months.” She sighed and looked down at the table. “So you’ve been faking it?” Will asked. She nodded and looked at Hannibal. “But when I bring it up he gets mad.” Hannibal nods and takes a sip of the wine he had. “Well now you have a chance to talk about it.” Will looked mad at the confession she had. Though they both knew it was fake. “Well if I can’t fuck you right maybe somebody else will.” He said. Y/N and Hannibal looked at him.

“Will there are other ways to handle this.” She says and he shakes his head. “Hannibal I want you to fuck Y/N.” Hannibal almost choked on his food. “You want me to what?” “You want him to what?” They asked Will. “Oh come on quit the act. I know you guys have been sleeping together. That’s probably the whole reason you wanted to see him in the first place.” Will said. Hannibal’s face went red and he stayed quiet. “Me and Hannibal haven’t had sex.” She told him. “Y/N I know you have been. You can stop lying to me.” “Will No we-” “Have you fucked my wife Hannibal?” Will asked the man. Hannibal cleared his throat. “I don’t think this is okay-” “So you did.” Y/N looked at Will. “Will it’s not what you think.” “IT’S EXACTLY WHAT I THINK. YOU’RE CHEATING ON ME WITH OUR THERAPIST.” He yelled. Wow he was a good actor. “Well maybe if you weren’t selfish in bed I wouldn’t have.” She whispered. Hannibal thought of ways to get out this but wasn’t sure how without killing them. “Well Hannibal I want you to fuck her infront of me. Show me how to make my wife cum since you obviously can.” Hannibal looked at him for any signs of unsureness but saw none. Did Will really want him to fuck her right in front of him? Was Hannibal really about to do this?

#hannibal #hannibal lecter #hannibal nbc #hugh dancy #mads mikkelsen #will graham x reader #hannibal imagine #will graham #will graham smut #will graham x you #hannibal x will #hannibal smut #hannigram

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slashingdisneypasta · 1 year

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Doll!Chucky x Drunk!Fem!Reader x Freddy Krueger || Headcanons

*Set in the Horror House

Topic: Its a classic- you get drunk because you've had a sucky, sucky day. And you're just wondering by the house, barefoot and probably cold, when Chucky and Freddy see you and get you inside. (And... boy, does that sound threatening 😅 To be clear- this is mostly fluff XD )

(This can be read as romantic or platonic! Readers choice.)

Warnings: Characters who have no business ever being characterised as nice, being nice (In a way that I hope is still them 😅), Reader is sad and uses alcohol to numb themselves. (You're not depressed or an alcoholic though), and also the word 'bitch' is used quite a bit, I'm sorry 😅😅

Look if no one else is gonna write mindless, non-canonical fluff for these two shits then I WILL-

🍺 You're sitting on the porch swing with a blanket over your shoulders and Chucky in your lap, playing with his bright orange hair while Freddy lectures you- how did you get here??? This explanation is seemingly very simple.

🍺 Today was the first day of your life... it started out good, texting with Jennifer while you got ready for the day, but then you had a fight. Sure, you would both get over it tomorrow and you knew that, but it felt awful. Then your bus was late and so you were late to work, it was a busy busy day, your mood deteriorated... and finally you left early because you just felt that upset- which just made you feel worse, for missing work!

🍺 So you decided to go have a drink at a bar. That turned into 2... 3... then you were in a guy's lap and you lost your shoes. He was an ass, turns out, of course, and so the next thing you know--

🍺 You're strolling drunkenly, barefoot, down Jennifer's street sniffling and sipping a cheap wine straight out of the bottle. You just wanna see her- you think if she sees you so fucked up and sad then she'll stop being mad at you and... *sniffle*... give you some cuddles, and make you feel better after this hell day...

🍺 Oh, you hope she will. You need your best *hick* friend... *hick* please...

🍺 You're just wandering down the footpath, almost tripping a couple of times, when you hear fast footfalls behind you (Like boots) and a hand lands on your shoulder. You whip around, wide eyed, but relax immediately when you recognise Freddy's familiar form in your tipsy, dazed state. He's looking amused at you, and vaguely you think he must know that you're drunk, must have figured it out (He's clever ^^), because he waits for you to fully focus on him. Then with one blade he points downwards to your feet, letting you follow his gesture before talking.

🍺 "Princess I don't think you're supposed to leave the prince both shoes. If he cant findya with just one, I don't think you even want a dumbass prince like that."

🍺 "Hm?-... oh... I- I... it was hot... "

🍺 "Too hot for your shoes?" He looks bemused, but in your drunken state you think he's just concerned for you.

🍺 "Mhm... "

🍺 "... where are you going to, anyway?"

🍺 "Um, I- I-... " You start sniffling again, remembering where you were going and why you feel so so crappy- eyes immediately filling up with tears. "Oh. I, I was looking for- for Jen... We had a fi-ight, and I... I really needa see 'er... "

🍺 Freddy stares at you for a few moments- as much as he loves to see someone - anyone. especially something so fucking cute, like you, - crying like little bitch in front of him, something about this... doesn't sit right with him. After a moment of thought, he grows annoyed at his own lack amusement and twists you around and guides you back down the footpath again. "Well you're goin the wrong way. You go in this house, you'll find a bitch but she's asian, and she's gonna be real confused why you broke into her house late at night- c'mon. Lemme tell ya, jail aint for you."

🍺 He leads you to the right house - they all look the same in the dark!! you didn't know you were going to the wrong one... - and as soon as you step up onto the porch you hear another harsh voice yell in a way that makes you jump right out of your skin.

🍺 "Where the hell are that girls shoes, fuckface!?"

🍺 "Fuck, everything's my fault around here, huh kid?... I don't know, bitch. She said she was too hot wearing them, gimmie a break."

🍺 "We all know she's hot Freddy, that wasn't my question." Chucky sniggers, sat up on the porch swing with a wicked grin on his face. When he looks at your properly, sniffling and blowing your nose into a tissue from your pocket, and he makes an ewwwww sort of face, instead. "... and you made her cry. That's a little kinky even for you."

🍺 "... Uh, not its not."

🍺 "You're right, its not. Aaanyway- what the hell did you do to her??"

🍺 Here you finished wiping your nose and, tiredly now, turned to shake your head at Chucky. "No, its... *sniff* I was- was looking for Jen... a guy at the bar... he- he was an ass, and I just- "

🍺 Immediately they exchange an uncomfortable look. "Uhhh- what kinda ass?" Chucky asks, while Freddy gives you a quick once over.

🍺 You shrug, not truly thinking about what you're saying. "I- I thought he w-wanted t' cheer me up... but he didn't... she will, th- though, I hope,.. do you- do either of you know where she is maybe?... "

🍺 "Ehh... sorry kid, hate ta break it you ya but she left for the night... " As soon as those words leave Chucky's mouth your eyes fill up with tears all over again and you almost start crying immediately- before he fast tracks to stop it. "But hey!- y' share that bottle with me and y'can hang here. I betcha I'm better company then that millennial whore."

🍺 ... really? Immediately your heart soars, getting special treatment from one the meanest and scariest assholes in this house. The nicest thing you had ever heard him say before this moment!, you think!, was 'Get the fuck out of my way, please'! When you turn to Freddy, silently asking if that would be okay, he flashes you a smirk.

🍺 "Well, I am."

🍺 "Shut the fuck up, you pair of cauterized ass cheeks."

🍺 "That's a new one." "Yeah, pretty good, eh?" "Not bad, plastic breath."

🍺 As you sit down on the porch swing beside Chucky, taking some deep breaths of fresh, cool nighttime air to try and sober yourself, Chucky takes the cheap wine and he looks ridiculous with it but he takes a big gulp of it. Then turns to you, and asks promptly- so why're you so fucked up tonight, huh? Somethin' bad happen?

🍺 You stop, think about it... and immediately start crying into your hands.

🍺 Freddy pulls his hat down roughly over his eyes, and groans "no class... "- as if he's got any, either. Then turns and waltzes into the house again saying he's going to get the fucking box.

🍺 (He actually just goes to pee and comes back with a blanket for you)

🍺 A good while later, and you're getting quite sleepy just sitting there listening to Chucky and Freddy go back and forth from either side of you (You're not really contributing to the conversation, just sitting there with a blanket around you nodding or letting out little 'mhm's or 'uhuh's if they look at you to agree with them) and your gaze slips over to Chucky.

🍺 He stops mid-sentence to look at you, like, whadaya want?

🍺 Quickly he deadpans, recognising the look in your eye that he's become very familiar with since... you know... living as a good guy doll. "... you wanna fucken hold me, don't you?"

🍺 ... "Mhm... " You nod.

🍺 "Fuck, no. Get it outta your head. Do you think I enjoy that shit?? I'm the goddam Lakeshore Strangler, bitch, not a fucken Cabbage Patch kid. I'm feared. I'm infamous- no, do not fucken cry again. I swear, I'll stab you if you cry. Don't test me. Don't- aghhh!" After a few moments, he gives up, letting you gather him in your lap; One arm wrapping around his middle and the other hand slipping into his soft, messy hair. "If you tell anyone in there about this shit, you're gonna wake up with a new hole. I don't know where it'll be yet, I think I'll be spontaneous about it, but it will hurt."

🍺 "And you- " When Chucky turns to Freddy, who looks like he's about to explode seeing this, he stops. ... Slowly, he grins. "You know what?... Freddy buddy, why don't you tell us again how you lost so fucken bad to the momma's boy?" ... oh dear, you think, eyes going wide and round.

🍺 Like a light switch, all amusement is gone from Freddy's face, replaced by a furious glare, and he takes a deep, deep, deeeeeep breath; Getting up from the swing to stand in front of the two of you. "... you move your asses outta that chair before I finish and you die."

🍺 So yeah... explanation is seemingly very simple... but who would really believe you if you tried to tell them this all happened and Chucky and Freddy Krueger were actually nice to you??

#this had no right to be so cute i'm sorry XDDDD #but you know what? i love it #Chucky #Charles Lee Ray #Chucky x Reader #Freddy Krueger #Freddy Krueger x Reader #Horror House! AU #Horror House!AU #Horror House AU

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 9 months

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If we're gonna do this we gonna do it right!.... Song fic (or headcanon; whatever fits your mood) of Silver & Deuce trying to set Lilia & Mama Spade up for a date; cameo of "Kiss the Girl" moment from the OG Little Mermaid >:3c

[Referencing this unofficial blog event!]

*makes a banner that looks like a little kid bashing two of their dolls’ heads together* I decided to use Lilia’s Clubwear look for the banner since that’s the closest thing to “casual clothes” he has. I also threw in some… guest stars, shall we say, to spice up the situation! Kronk voice) Oh yeah, it’s all coming together 😎

I wrote headcanons again since I'm already working on quite a few longer pieces in the background. I went wild with this one, so I hope you enjoy!

Curiouser and Curiouser...

Deuce regularly spoke with his mom over the phone about the recent happenings in their lives. What he didn't expect was for her to announce that she was visiting the town on Sage's Island tomorrow. "I've been improving my computer skills, Deuce!" Dylla told him proudly. "I've been doing that instant messaging thing that's all the rage with you kiddos. I even made myself an online friend! I'm going to meet him in town. I'll come see you afterwards, okay?"

Well, that just sent Deuce into an existential crisis. Sure, his mom was a tough, independent woman that could fend for herself, but he had a tendency to fret for her wellbeing, especially knowing what he put her through in his delinquent phase. What if the "online friend" was a total creep or even someone dangerous? She deserved nothing less than the best company (and anyone that so much as looked at her the wrong way would soon find Deuce coming at them full throttle to slug them in the face).

He can't focus during lectures or on his homework at all. Deuce just keeps fidgeting and pacing back and forth, his thoughts wracked with worry. At some point, he can't contain himself and blurts everything out to Ace (first mistake).

Ace decides to pounce on this opportunity to tease his roomie. "Dude, she's definitely meeting a secret boyfriend for a date. You'd better start preparing lines to kiss ass to your soon-to-be-stepdad."

"MY MOM WOULDN'T DO THAT!! N-Not without telling me about it at least..." Deuce insists--but as irritating as Ace is, his immature jokes only feed the paranoia. Was it possibly true? Was his mom seeing an unknown man, considering bringing him into their family?! Those thoughts swirl in his head and cloud his better judgment when he turns in for the night.

The very next day, Deuce makes a beeline to the town to put his nerves to rest. I'm just going to watch them to make sure nothing weird's going on and that mom stays safe!! He's in such a hurry that he barely registers Ace shouting after him, "It was just a prank, bro! I didn't think you'd actually take it this seriously!", nor the startled Silver (+ a bird friend resting on his shoulder) and angry Sebek that he crashes into.

Right as Sebek starts on a fresh tirade (“Watch where you’re going, human!! Have you no regards for your seniors?!”), Deuce shoves right by him with an, “Aaah, I don’t have time for this! Mom’s in a pinch!!”

"What NERVE, running off while you're being berated for your negligence?! GET BACK HERE, I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU YET!!" (And so Sebek gives chase after him)

"Sebek, wait..." (But he's already long gone, and too frenzied in his pursuit, that he doesn't pay his fellow knight any mind.) "... I wonder what all that was about," Silver sighs. I should follow them to make sure things don't get out of hand.

He's a few steps down the road when he hears someone fast approaching from behind. Who should appear but an out-of-breath Ace. "Hey, Silver-senpai! Did you see Deuce going this way?! Sheesh, can that guy run! Took off so fast, I couldn't keep up..."

"I did. He ran into town, and Sebek after him."

"Great! That's all I needed to know, thanks!" And then Ace, too, is gone. (Silver, pure soul that he is, incorrectly assumes the best of him. If Deuce and Sebek both leave campus without getting the right permissions for it, they could both get in trouble. Ace is so considerate to go and help his friend. He's really living up to the Heartslabyul spirit and creed.)

The four boys eventually find each other again in town (Silver trailing after Ace, Ace tracking down Sebek by his loud voice, and Sebek locating Deuce, who is shadily staring daggers at a pair window shopping).

Sebek’s back to shouting at Deuce, Ace is telling Sebek to can it, and Deuce is ignoring them both. "Who's that guy mom's with?! I can't see too well from this far away, but I can't get any closer in case I'm spotted..." Deuce grumbles to himself.

“Hold up, lemme see!!” Ace nosily butts in, squinting at the duo in the distance. “Huh, it kinda looks like Lilia-senpai from this angle, but I must be wrong... right?”

Silver looks where Deuce and Ace are, and his heart nearly stops. "F-Father?!" The word is out of his mouth before he can reel it back in—Sebek’s face is affixed in horror at the slip, and the Heartslabyul boys absolutely lose it.

“Whaaaat?! I-If your dad is my mom’s date… then… th-then… Silver-senpai and I will become stepbrothers?!”

“Forget that!! What I wanna know is, why does Silver-senpai’s dad look like a carbon copy of Lilia-senpai in a different hairstyle and punkier clothes?!”

“WHAT NONSENSE ARE YOU BLATHERING ON ABOUT NOW?! Hold your tongue, cur! You know not of what you speak!! C-Clearly Silver’s father does NOT resemble our esteemed Lilia-sama in any way, shape, or form!!” Sebek bellowed angrily. “TELL THEM, SILVER!!”

“Er… yes, that’s right. I’m afraid I don’t see the resemblance at all. They are nothing alike."

(The Diasomnia duo had been totally blindsided by this turn of events; when Lilia had told them earlier that he was going to meet up with an online friend, they hadn't expected it, in actuality, to have been a date. Silver had thought Lilia was going to meet his long-time gaming buddy, Gloomy Samurai, in person, not a classmate's MOTHER.)

“Are you both sleeping with your eyes open or something?! That SO totally looks like Lilia-senpai,” Ace protests—but Deuce (bless him) is somehow 100% convinced. In fact, this realization just fuels him even more!!

"We should leave. It would be rude of us to intrude on their private time together," Silver tries to suggest--but no, Deuce won't back down at this point.

"Silver-senpai! ... No, future stepbrother Silver-senpai!!" Deuce says very, VERY seriously, "Don't stop me now! I have to do this....!! I have to make sure your dad's the right man for my mom."

Sebek begins to raise his voice again, but (shockingly) Silver puts an arm in front of him, silencing the first year. Silver's expression turns very fierce, matching the hardness in Deuce's eyes. "I can assure you, my father is a good man. He would never bring harm to, nor disrespect, anyone. I apologize, but I won't allow you to remain suspicious of my father. If he wishes to court another, then that should be his prerogative, and I fully support him."

But like a boulder, Deuce's determination is difficult to shift. "Even if it's you asking me to step down, I won't!! This is important to me. My mom is important to me!!"

Those words seem to strike a chord with Silver, whose features soften. "... I understand. If that's the case, then prove your resolve to me, man to man--and I will demonstrate mine." ("Ohoh!! Silver has thrown down the gauntlet!! What do you say, human?! Do you accept his challenge?!" Sebek cries in the background. Ace eyes the situation warily--how quickly his teasing had spiraled into something serious.)

"I gotchu." Deuce slams a fist into an open palm, grin wicked--his delinquent side coming out. "We'll throw down, get our parents to show off their best attributes to each other."

"It's settled then."

"We'll make their date go smoothly!! That way, we'll see just how much of their good points' come out and if they're suited for each other or not."

"Agreed. It is simple."

"It's so obvious!"

"How did you guys even come to THAT conclusion?! You totally skipped some steps there,” Ace groaned (amidst Sebek's way-too-interested chanting). "You guys rubbed your collective two brain cells and that's the best thing you could come up with?!"

The boys shadow Lilia and Dylla for a few hours, but nothing that interesting happens. It’s mostly them talking and sightseeing (plus the occasional bad pun, which sets Deuce's mom into hysterics), not really doing anything inherently romantic. Ace starts to sweat, realizing the hole he’s dug himself into. If they figure out this was all based on a bad joke, then he’d have an upset Deuce and maybe even Silver and Sebek wailing on him. If he doesn’t turn the tables soon, he might be in a world of hurt.

“Wow, would you look at that! They must be really shy!” Ace hurriedly comments.

“That’s strange. Father isn’t normally like this. He’s very free-spirited. I wonder if something is wrong…”

“Maybe Deuce’s mom is such a bombshell that he’s all tongue-tied!!” Ace elbows Deuce in the ribs, only to earn a slight glare back. “We should try to do something to move things along.”

“… I got nothin’,” Deuce confessed.

“Seriously? Alright, I guess it’s up to me then.”

“JUST A MINUTE,” Sebek thunders. “Who died and made YOU the love expert?! How do we even know we can trust your advice?!”

“Uh, news flash numbskull: I’ve actually had a girlfriend before so I’d know the kind of junk chicks are into! Besides, what would you know? All you ever kiss is Malleus-senpai’s—”

“Do NOT use the Young Master’s name in vain!! It is this exact kind of brash behavior that explains why you’re without a partner now!!” Sebek smirked as he folded his arms. “I, on the other hand, am well-versed in matters of love thanks to Lilia-sama’s mentoring and the romance materials I’ve absorbed in my spare time.”

“Like hell you are! Hearing about it and reading it is totally different from experiencing it in real life!!”

While Ace an Sebek squabble, poor Deuce is trying so hard to brainstorm and Silver’s starting to doze of again. That’s when his head bolts upright from a peck on the cheek. His bird friend peers right into Silver’s eyes as if to say, “Watch this!”

The bird flies off and snatches the cap from Dylla's head. There’s a big commotion as both she and Lilia try to retrieve the hat, but the bird easily avoids them and retreats with them closely following. Silver automatically recognizes where the bird is leading them and urges his classmates to come along.

As he suspects, the love guru bird guides them all to a lagoon far off from the town and teeming with wildlife. It drops Dylla's hat into a small abandoned rowboat by the shore, which Lilia scoops up and replaces on her head. He’s not bothered by the chase—his eyes sparkle with wanderlust, and he mouths something to her, waving at the boat. It’s an invitation to ride out with him, which she agrees to.

Lilia bows like a faithful attendant and gestures for her to step on. She does—wobbles at the instability of the water that the boat is upon, and Lilia swoops in, steadying her and leading her by the hand on.

He goes afterwards, nestling between the oars and startling to propel them to the center of the lake. They grow smaller and smaller, until… “Crap, they’re going to go way too far into the water for us to keep up with them,” Deuce curses. “How are we supposed to give them support like this?”

That's when Sebek gets surprisingly smug and declares that at times like these, one should create the right mood with music! "In the old days, the nobility of Briar Valley would sing sweet serenades to win hearts!! This lake is the perfect location for it, as the still waters will carry voices well." ("Oh yeah? And how are we gonna get them to serenade each other in this day and age, dumbass?" Ace asks cheekily.)

"Simple!" Sebek straightens the lapels on his jacket. "I SHALL BE THE ONE TO PROVIDE THE ROMANTIC AMBIENCE!!" This sends Ace into a laughing fit that hits so hard he doubles over, clutching onto his stomach as Sebek clears his throat, preparing for his performance. Silver quietly slips his hands over his bird friend's ears.

Out on the lake, Lilia's pointing to various constellations in the sky and telling the tales associated with each. Dylla's eyes sparkle as he regales her with the heroic exploits of the demigod Hercules, the firefly that fell in love with a star called Evangeline, the star that brought a puppet to life, the great kings of the past, the second star to the right--named for the boy who never wanted to grow up...

Deuce isn't ready for it when Sebek belts out the first note. It's ear-splittingly loud and scratchy, like a poor animal on its deathbed croaking its last word. The boys collapse to the ground, shielding their poor ears and shouting for Sebek to stop.

Dylla grimaces at the sound. "Did you hear something?" she asks Lilia. He simply claims, "No, nothing."

"You're screwing this up!" Ace hisses at Sebek. "There's gotta be some other way for us to make music."

"Wait, I've got it!!" Deuce says--and with the wave of his magical pen... "Come forth, cauldron!" It lands in front of him with a colossal THUNK, and while the rest of the boys stare, Deuce looks pleased with himself. "It can work as drums!"

"I won't be bested by the likes of a human!! If you're going to play the drums, then... then... THEN I WILL PLAY THE VIOLIN!" Sebek summons the instrument with his own magic, only to be stopped by Ace.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! I heard from Epel that you suck at the violin! Can't you pick something else?!"

"THE YOUNG MASTER IS SKILLED AT PLAYING THE STRINGS, SO THAT IS WHAT I, TOO, SHALL PLAY!! I REFUSE TO COMPROMISE ON THIS MATTER!!"

"Tch. You never listen to anyone, do you..." Ace heaves a sigh. "Well, whatever. I'm not about to waste more energy arguing. Just playing the instruments from here won't do much, so I'll use my wind magic to amplify the sound."

“We have percussion, strings, and winds then. All that’s left for a romantic song is… words.” Silver looks at each of his classmates in turn. “I will accept this task, since I’ve yet to be assigned a role. There is one love song I know of from father, so I hope it will suffice.”

The bird on his shoulder tweets, letting the boys know he, too, will lend his help. With the flap of his wings, he takes flight once more, spreading word of their cause to the animals in the surrounding area. They rally like a performance troop, fanning out through the lake and readying for a musical number.

As their discordant song swells up, propelled by Ace's winds, the lake comes to life with sweet birdsong and humming fish. Silver gathers his breath and releases it, singing the words to a song once performed by the friends of a mermaid princess. "There you see her, sitting there across the way..."

"I'm sure I hear something this time," Dylla says, craning her head to look around the lake. "Someone's playing music and... singing?"

"Really? I don't hear it," Lilia says, giving the oars another row. As they pull up from the water, Dylla startles at the frogs that stand upon the oars in a neat line. They look like they've assembled for choir, ribbiting in harmony until Lilia dips the oars back into the lake water.

"Something strange is definitely going on here! How can you not hear it now?" (He shrugs.)

The boat drifts along to an area blanketed by willow trees. Two storks swoop down, parting the leaves for them to enter. When the leaves fall down, they're curtained away from the rest of the world, secluded with one another. There's only each other, and the soft glow of fireflies warming them.

Lilia stops rowing the boat. He checks to make sure the coast is clear, then leans closer to Dylla, a knowing grin at his lips. "Sorry! I didn't want to ruin the boys' fun so I went along with it and pretended to be none the wiser. We should be safe now though--they can't see us thanks to this shroud." He gestures to the willows draped around them.

"My hearing is quite sharp." Lilia cups an ear, as if to demonstrate. "It sounds like Silver, Deuce, and... Ace and Sebek, two of their classmates! Sebek in particular is difficult to not notice--his voice is very loud."

"What are they doing all the way out here?"

Lilia laughs softly. "It seems there's been a bit of a misunderstanding on their part. Someone has convinced them that this--" He waves at the space between them. "--what we have here, is something more."

Dylla face settles into a solemn expression. “Oh no, I’m sorry that Deuce is causing you trouble. He’s probably got it in his head that I'd be happier if I found a new husband and jumped at the first other single parent he knew... Deuce gets overexcited sometimes and doesn’t know when to stop once he’s started. My boy can be as stubborn as a mule, but he shouldn't be putting pressure on you to feel a certain way."

"Don't worry! Silver's doing the very same." Lilia lets his head rest on a shoulder as he looks out at the lake. “I haven’t given much thought to finding a significant other myself. Happiness isn’t inherently tied to marriage after all. It’s something we all seek out and discover for ourselves.”

Dylla finds herself smiling a little at Lilia's words. In all the time she has spoken with him, he's mostly been silly--but he also knows when to pull back and to speak seriously. There's a sense of comfort and security to Lilia.

"It's funny, isn't it? Our children are nearly adults now, yet they're still as innocent as they ever were. They wish for our happiness so much that they've taken it upon themselves to make it a reality. There is a simplicity and a selflessness to that. They mean well, they're just going about it in their own way. We can give them stern talking-tos when we return, no need to get to it now."

"... You're exactly the kind of role model Deuce needs in his life."

"Be careful what you wish for, dear," Lilia says with a wink. "I just might sweep you off your feet. I can't help it if you fall for me, you know? I'm too cute to resist."

"Hahaha, now you're just getting smart with me!" Dylla playfully shoves him in the chest--a little too hard, not recognizing her own strength. Lilia wobbles, the boat wobbling with him. He grips it to steady them both, but they're already teetering, and... SPLOOSH!!

The boat tips over, dumping both Lilia and Dylla in the icy waters. Luckily for them, the lake isn't that deep so while they're sopping wet and shivering, they're still safe.

“Are you okay?” Dylla calls out to Lilia. He responds with a laugh, splashing her with water. It’s a direct hit on her face!! Wiping off the water dripping from her features, she growls, “Alright, I get your game! You wanna play? Then let’s play.”

Back across the lake, the boys’ song had finished. Deuce shades his eyes and gazes at the willow trees. “… How do you think they’re doing in there?” Deuce nervously wonders.

“OBVIOUSLY LIL… Er, I mean, SILVER’S FATHER THAT IS DEFINITELY NOT LILIA-SAMA MUST BE THE CAUSE FOR HER SWOONING!!”

“Man, just say that you think the date’s going well. That’s way too many words for what you actually want to say.”

Silver strains his ears and listens. The soft sounds of nature are punctuated with laughter and squealing beyond the weeping willows. His father, and Mrs. Spade, and the joy they experienced in each other’s company. “I think… we don’t need to worry.”

And so the hectic day ended happily ever after.

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