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moremaybank · 1 year

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EXTRAVAGANT — r.c

pairing rafe cameron x fem!reader

summary lusty moments of passion between you and your boyfriend rafe. (based on the song “extravagant” by lil durk feat. nicki minaj)

warnings 18+, semi-public sex, anal play, spanking, oral sex (fem. receiving), fingering, reader's hands are tied up at one point, hickies, creampies, breeding kink, overstimulation, slight daddy kink, let me know if i missed anything

author’s note literally had to post this ten damn times, so i'm sorry for the delay. hopefully, this one goes through and yes, the jj smut is still coming today as well :)

rafe masterlist ;; valentine’s event ‘23 𓆩 ♡ 𓆪

bend you over, scratch your back up

lick your chest, pullin’ your tracks out

lick on your neck, spit in your mouth

thumb in your ass

make you cum (same time, same time) [x4]

don’t go out with your friends, post me on instagram

tell the world that i’m your man, tell the world that i’m your friend

“oh my god, rafe. fuck, i’m so close.”

you and rafe had snuck off during the bonfire in a fit of lust. never being able to keep your hands off of each other, you let rafe lead you a little ways from the party and into the trees. in a flash, your skirt was pushed up from your hips, panties tugged to the side, and your back was up against the tree with your legs wrapped around rafe’s waist as he slammed into your pussy.

“yeah? you gonna cum for me, baby?” he questioned, fingers digging into your thighs as he thrust into you faster. “c’mon, want you to cream on my cock and lick me clean afterward. don’t you wanna feel me slide down your throat?”

you salivated at the thought of tasting yourself all over his cock, kissing and lapping at it like it was your last meal. your teeth sunk into your bottom lip, and you gave him a nod as you tried to keep yourself from screaming. rafe was making you feel fucking electric, the sparks igniting inside you.

“don’t bite that fucking lip. tell me how you feel, mama. tell daddy how good he’s fucking this perfect little pussy.”

“feels so good, baby,” you begged him. you felt your release coming, and all you wanted to feel was that immense wave of pleasure wash over you. “fuck me harder, make me cry.”

rafe slid out and put you down, but before you could even register what he was doing, you were turned around, legs spread, and your hands braced against the tree while rafe slammed into you from behind. his hands tugged you backward to meet his thrusts, one occasionally landing spanks on your ass.

“rafe, oh god. please. please,” you mewled, aching your spine and jutting your ass out more for him.

rafe’s right hand smoothed over your sore ass cheek and stopped right above your ass. he spat, watching the dribble flow down to your puckered hole. he spread it with his thumb before slowly sinking it inside and starting to penetrate you.

“yes! right fucking there, baby. shit!” you called out when your orgasm started to crash into you, no longer being able to hold back.

“louder, princess. let the whole fucking world know you’re mine.”

lick on you (yeah, yeah, yeah)

wanna suck on you (yeah, yeah, yeah)

wanna touch on you (yeah, yeah, yeah)

i wanna love on you (yeah, yeah, yeah)

i wanna kiss on you (yeah, yeah, yeah)

i wanna grab on you (yeah, yeah, yeah)

spend life with you (yeah, yeah, yeah)

spend time with you

“you’re so fucking beautiful, you know that? especially when you’re all tied up for me,” rafe murmured against your ear before sucking on your ear lobe. he had your wrists bound with one of his ties, keeping them fastened to the headboard above you. your back was against his plush pillows, your legs spread wide as he lay in between them.

his teeth raked against your jaw as his lips made their way down your body. he caught your skin between his teeth as he continued his path, sucking harshly as he left behind a trail of love bites on your soft skin. they ranged from your neck to your breasts, down your stomach and stopping right above your aching core. once his face was levelled with your pussy, he spat onto it, watching his spit dribble down your folds and dip toward your entrance. he blew cold air onto you, the wetness causing your body to shiver under the cool breeze.

“i fucking love this pussy. so pretty and wet and tight. i could just bury my face in it and never come up for air.” he licked a stripe from your heated entrance up to your clit, giving the sensitive bud a flick with the tip of his tongue. he smirked when you let out a shaky moan, and darted his tongue out again so he could nudge it from any angle he wished.

rafe’s palms get your legs spread open as he lapped at your pussy like it would be his last meal. each gasp and cry you let out gave him the incentive he needed to work you even harder. he let his lips focus on your clit while he shoved three fingers inside of your entrance, massaging your walls with his thick digits.

“just like that, rafe,” you whimpered. he was hitting every spot you needed him to deliciously, including your sweet spot. the attention caused your thighs to squeeze around rafe’s head tightly. your fingers slipped into his hair and pulled at the strands as you fell apart for him.

you let your knees drop, and rafe drew back from your clit as he continued to finger you. he began to suck even more hickies onto the insides of your thighs. he focused on your left one further, sucking red and purple hues into the shape of a heart. when he pulled back, he admired the bruises that were beginning to form.

“i love you, love how you sound when i make you cum. gonna marry you so i can hear those pretty cries forever.”

oh, you’re usually up to no good

but i get you ‘cause you’re so hood

when it go in, it feel so good

oh, baby

don’t go out with your friends

start switchin’ up your plans

don’t be on instagram

don’t disappear again

oh, boy, you got this pussy jumpin’

oh, damn, we really fuckin’ fuckin’, baby

oh, baby

keep cummin’ in it ‘cause i want your baby

you were sore, feeling the ache from taking rafe’s cock over and over again. the two of you hadn’t left the bed for hours, your animalistic tendencies taking control of the two of you. once was never enough for you, you had to devote your entire days and nights to being greedy with each other.

you took the lead in the beginning, begging rafe to let you ride his cock. he could never deny any of your wishes, so of course, he agreed.

you guided his cock into your entrance and sank down on him, your legs on either side of his lap. you rolled or hips, letting his cock knead against the most tender parts inside you.

“christ, your cock feels amazing, baby. feel you so fucking deep,” you praised, pressing wet kisses to his neck as you continued to ride him. your hand stroked down his chest as your lips found his ear, “promise me you’ll fill me up?”

“shit,” rafe groaned, “‘course i will.”

you rose onto your feet, beginning to bounce up and down on him. you felt his cock slam into you each time you took him inside. he rubbed against your g-spot, causing you to tremble as you tried to reach your high. rafe helped you out, letting his fingers play with your clit.

“yes. that’s it. i’m close, baby. you close?” you asked, feeling him begin to twitch.

“‘m right there with you. fuck, keep going,” rafe encouraged. he threw his head back as you both continued toward your releases. you both came, your walls tightening around him as his cum rushed out. you left the warmth of his cum fill you up as your movements slowed.

“fuck,” you heaved, hands leaning down on his chest as you came down.

“my turn to top now,” rafe breathed, a tired smirk taking over his face.

and ever since then, you’ve been on your back with rafe towering over your body. he’d decided it was his turn to act on the hunger he felt for you.

“fuck, princess. you’re soaking.” rafe hooked your legs over his shoulders, hands finding leverage on your waist as he gave you eager thrusts.

“want your cum, rafe. want more of it. want all of it.”

rafe caressed your face gently, “look at you, baby. such a fucking cum slut that you want me to breed you, right? want everyone to know i’m fucking this pussy raw?”

you nodded in response, and he continued to thrust into you, fucking his past release deeper inside of your cunt. there was already so much of his seed inside of you that it was leaking from you, but that didn’t deter you from wanting even more. you wanted to be so full of his cum that it would drip down your thighs as you went about your day.

“so cum-hungry for me. it’s pathetic,” he mocked, his hand wrapping around your throat and squeezing as his pounding became harsher. “tell me you want it.”

“breed me, rafe. put your fucking baby in me,” you whined, giving him your best pleading look.

“then take this cock, baby,” he growled while slamming into your creamy walls. he exerted all his force, the headboard smacking against the wall behind it. you throbbed around him, clamping down tightly as he felt your high taking you over.

“yes. shit.”

“that’s right, sweetheart. drain me. be selfish and take all my cum for yourself,” rafe gruffed. “fuck, i’m right there. fucking take this shit.” he let go with a loud groan, shooting his cum into your overflowing walls, filling you up even further.

once you both relaxed, your hands ran up his chest. “wanna go again?”

i want you suckin’ on my toes

fuck you better than them hoes

‘cause it’s tighter and it’s wetter and i suck it like a pro, oh

bend me over, then hit it from the side

let me ride you, then ride it from behind

i ain’t sharin’, bitch, ‘cause it’s mine

hit the deep-throat, then the bix-nine

he killin’ for this pussy, he said, “nick’s mine”

thick and long, damn, the dick’s bomb

best i ever had, not a diss line

and the best part, kiss the whole time (kiss the whole time)

the best part about your sex lives was that you both loved each other so much, that passion bled into every exchange between you. the electricity buzzed through you every time you kissed, grazed over each other’s skin and gave into the fire between you.

“you’re mine, you got that? you’re all fucking mine,” rafe murmured against your lips as he thrust into you. you were in the backseat of his car, perched up on his lap as he bucked his hips into you. his arms were wrapped around your back, keeping you in place as he fucked up into you. your nails dug into the flesh of his shoulders as you held on, panting against rafe’s mouth.

“you’re mine too,” you whispered.

“yeah?” rafe asked, eyes locking on yours.

“yeah,” you replied. “this cock belongs to me, baby. i don’t share.”

you felt the possessiveness he had over you flow through his harsh thrusts as he fucked you harder. the fact that you were just as possessive over him drove him wild. you were gorgeous, so perfect and special to him that he was in awe of you every day and felt lucky as hell that you’d chosen him. he showed you off whenever he could, catching the dirty looks the other men of the island flashed his way in jealousy and envy. you were the one everyone wanted but nobody could have.

because you were his.

“tell me who fucks this pussy the best,” rafe demanded.

“you do, rafe.”

“tell me who you want to make you feel good.”

“want you, rafe.”

“tell me who you love.”

“i love you, rafe. i’m yours, only yours,” you spoke through your moans. his actions becoming rougher as you spurred him on with your words, making cries escape your lips. you knew he was close, and you were too, as both of your growing coils tightened. your arms wrapped around the back of his neck, leaning your forehead against his. “kiss me while we cum, baby.”

rafe closed the gap, his grunts being swallowed by you as your tongues danced together. you squealed into his mouth as you came, your arms tightening around his neck as you clutched onto him. your orgasm kickstarted his, and his teeth clamped down on your bottom lip as he let himself fall over the edge. his thrusts grew choppy as his hips stuttered, and eventually, he stopped moving.

the air was thick inside the vehicle, and the windows were fogged up. rafe’s hand left your back, extending his pointer finger and drawing the first letters of your name and his, surrounded by a heart on the steamy window.

“i love you too, by the way."

bend you over, touch your toes, doggystyle

this the quickest i done came, it’s been a while

what you scratchin’ my back for, and i’m going’ faster

my phone don’t matter, so don’t disturb

miss durkio, female me

you got a man, bitch, email me

pussy on ooh-wee, ooh-wee, ooh-ee

it smell like ooh-wee, ooh-wee, ooh-ee

it taste like ooh-wee, ooh-wee, ooh-ee

it look like ooh-wee, ooh-wee, ooh-ee

relation goals

it’s how far i came

it’s how far i go

we, we, we keep going, kay, okay, okay

it’s worth it, okay, okay, okay

it’s working, okay, okay, okay

you were always able to match rafe’s energy, and he adored you for doing so. you were adventurous and wanted to make every one of rafe’s fantasies a reality.

on one day in particular, he’d told you that he wanted to bend you over the washing machine and fuck you against it while it was on.

“that’s oddly specific,” you smirked up at him, your hands resting on each side of his neck.

“just think about it, baby. the vibrations pressed up against your clit, making you feel good while i fuck that little pussy from behind? don’t you think it’d feel good, princess?”

and that was all it took to be convinced.

you moaned as you felt the washing machine buzzing against your sensitive bud. rafe pummelled into you from behind, teeth gritted due to your heat wrapped around him. he had your wrists in your hand, keeping your arms restrained as the other braced itself on your hips.

“how’s that feel, mama?”

“so fucking good, rafe. so, so good,” you whined, the stimulation on your clit combined with rafe’s thick cock inside of you, stretching you out had your brain malfunctioning. pleasure overtook your senses, as did rafe with his scorching actions.

rafe’s hips collided with yours, the loud smacking noises echoing around the room and filling your ears. you were so aroused, your slick was dripping from your entrance, coating rafe’s entire cock and thighs. “you’re so wet for me, princess. you’re soaking me.”

you arched your spine more, wanting to take him as deep as you could. it worked, the new angle allowing rafe to push into you further.

“harder, baby, fuck me harder,” you begged. “wanna be your good girl and cum for you.”

rafe obeyed your pleading commands, letting your wrists go and gripping both of your hips harshly. he grunted with each hard thrust, and they sent flutters straight to your core. his groans had always been music to your ears, and this time was no different.

“shit. you’re squeezing my dick so fucking tight. you gonna cum for me already, princess?” rafe teased, a smug grin plastering itself on his lips.

“fuck, i can’t help it. feels so good,” you cried.

“oh, don’t worry, baby. i love being the only one who can make you cum this quick,” rafe replied. “go ahead and cum for me. make me proud.”

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fiapartridge · 2 months

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hii 💌 with macklin celebrini and his celebrity crush! reader ?? teehee 🤭🤭

macklin celebrini x hughes!sister

summary: when a video on the bu hockey instagram blows up, you finally match the name to the most perfect face.

fia's notes: i love mack so much. he's my fave bu boy 💌 also! happy valentine's day! 💌⭐️🍓 OH! and i made this a hughes!sister because...i wanted to... enjoy!!! <3333

Who is your celebrity crush? the whiteboard read as the boys piled off the ice and down the hall towards the locker room. Monday questions were the guys’ favorite or least favorite day depending on which guy you were asking.

Case bounded off the ice, catching the question in the corner of his eye. “Mm, Margot Robbie. One hundred percent,” he pointed at the camera, winking.

Lane Hutson was next as he stumbled down the hall, smiling once he saw the board. He hummed, standing in front of the question as he thought deeply about his answer. “Can I have multiple answers? Yes? Okay, um, I like Meghan Fox sometimes, Alex Morgan is pretty cool, Livvy Dunne definitely, Taylor Swift is a favorite, maybe Ariana Grande but she’s been iffy lately—”

Pushing him off camera, Doug laughed as he read the board. “Jesus, Lane. How many crushes do you have?”

“Hey! There’s a lot of beautiful women out there,” he smiled at the camera as Doug made a gagging noise in the background.

“Aiden!” Doug called for the boy as Aiden laid his stick on the wall and threw his hands to his hips.

“Huh?” he replied.

“Celebrity crush, go.”

Aiden chuckled before shaking his head and pointing to Macklin who was trailing behind him, oblivious to the question. “Why don't we ask Mack over here,” he beamed, grabbing his brother’s shoulders and throwing him in front of the camera. “Macky definitely has someone in mind, don’t you Mack?”

Macklin would have punched his brother square in the face if he hadn’t been standing directly in front of the camera. A light tinge of pink dusted the boy’s features as Aiden teased him for his sudden shyness.

“C’mon Mack, maybe she’ll see it!”

“Yeah, that’s what I’m afraid of,” Macklin laughed awkwardly as he raked his hand through his hair.

“Yeah, well, if you don’t say it, somebody else will.”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” he pointed as Aiden grinned at the camera.

“Macky’s in love with Y/N Hughes!” he shouted before Macklin shoved him off camera, the video cutting off as you gaped at your screen.

The video was being sent to you by everyone you knew and every single person you didn’t know, too. Your entire feed was flooded with the boy’s reddened cheeks and awkward smile. The first few times of watching it, you felt bad that the boy was getting blasted on social media for liking you, but after a couple more rounds of watching, you went down a Macklin Celebrini rabbit hole. Your search engine was consumed with his interviews and game highlights. You researched his stats, age, birthplace, which school he was currently attending, everything.

And it didn’t hurt that he was hot and your age. I mean, you weren’t new to the hockey scene being that you grew up in a house full of stars: your dad was an assistant coach for the Boston Bruins, your mom played for the US National Team at the Women’s World Championship, your brother was the captain of the Canucks, and your remaining brothers were playing on the same team in the NHL, breaking records and setting new ones. Your entire life was hockey even though you had nothing to do with the sport in the slightest. No, you were more of a figure skater—an Olympic gold figure skater, to be exact. You were on the ice in a different, less violent way. But you still supported your family and all of their endeavors, and gratefully, they supported yours, too.

So Macklin wasn’t a total stranger. You had heard talks of the projected #1 first pick at the 2024 NHL draft, but you never cared enough to match the face to the name. It’s funny that this is how you found out—sitting on your living room couch surrounded by your protective older brothers who knew his stats like the back of their hand. And they all held a bit of resentment for him.

“He was on Team Canada,” Jack scoffed. “You should not be associating with him.”

“So was Mercer!” you retorted. “And he’s still one of your best friends!”

“He’s also my teammate, Y/N/N. I can’t really not like the guy.”

You rolled your eyes, turning to the oldest who sat on the other side of you. “Quinny?”

He shrugged. “He’s a good kid, good stats, from Vancouver so you already know he’s a Canucks fan,” he smirked. “Let it go, Jack.”

Jack turned towards Luke who sat on the coffee table directly in front of you as he held your laptop on his lap, rewatching the video. “Luke? Thoughts?”

Luke looked up, watching as the three of them stared right back at him. “He’s in college, so at least you know he’s getting an education.”

Jack chuckled. “You were in college and you still have the brain of a monkey.”

Luke stood up, throwing the laptop on the couch as you and Quinn gave each other knowing looks. “And if you went to college, you would know that monkeys are actually really smart!”

You rolled your eyes, huffing as they burned glares into each other’s souls. “Can you guys just shut up!” you shouted. “I’m going to DM him and then I am going to never ask for your guys’ opinions ever again,” you smiled, standing up from the couch and walking towards your bedroom.

“I still don’t like him!” Jack yelled from the living room.

You groaned, not even making a move to turn around and talk to him. You simply shouted from the stairs, “I don’t care!”

You started a conversation with "Macklin Celebrini"!

You: Hii!

Macklin: You saw it, didn’t you?

You: What gave it away?

Macklin: The fact that you probably didn’t know I existed until that video came out.

You: Okayy, true. BUT I enjoyed it!

Macklin: Which part? The part where I was trying not to kill my brother, or the part that became a meme of my face getting so red everyone put tomatoes all over my Instagram comments?

You: Both? To be fair, I thought your blushing was cute.

Macklin: You’re kidding.

You: Not in the slightest. :) So, when are you in Michigan next? Heard there was this super fun lake house there in the summer.

Macklin: I can’t believe this is happening.

You: You would think you would be a bit more enthusiastic.

Macklin: Believe me, my face is crazier than in the video right now, and that’s saying something.

You: I believe it. And actually, that’s just all of my burner accounts commenting on your post.

Macklin: Knew something was suspicious.

You: Oh, definitely. Also…

Macklin: Bad news? I knew this was going too well.

You: No. Just thank your brother for me.

Macklin: For what?

You: For leading me to you.

Macklin: Oh, God, I’ve gone full-on tomato.

You: 🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅!

Macklin: IT WAS YOU

#> fias 600 celly! ★#macklin celebrini blurb #macklin celebrini #macklin celebrini imagine #macklin celebrini x reader #boston university hockey #boston university #bu hockey

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red-writes · 11 months

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warnings//possessive ex-boyfriend gojo, pussy inspection.

The moment you heard the knock on your apartment door, you knew it was him. You looked through the small peephole in the door and you could see him staring directly back into it and you sighed. Ignoring him would either force the police to be called and your concerned neighbors to peek their heads out and whisper about you so instead you unlocked the door without much fuss.

He whistled as he entered, “Wow this place still looks as shitty as it did since I left” his eyes roaming around your apartment.

You roll your eyes and slam your door shut, “Why the fuck are you here gojo?”

He holds his hands up in a defensive manner, “Whoa whoa sugar, what's got you so agitated? On your period?” he says with a smug smirk and you can feel the anger simmering in your gut.

“Why are you in my apartment?” you say again, not giving into the purposeful taunt.

He shrugs, walking into your kitchen area and opening your fridge. As he rummaged through your stuff you rubbed your temples in frustration. The headache you medicated fifteen minuets ago hadn't planned on going away anytime soon and the man drinking your favorite soda was only making it worse.

“What? I can’t come see my favorite person” he says slyly.

“No. so can you leave please?”

He shuts your fridge and the slam makes you jolt. “I’ll cut to the chase, yeah? I saw your instagram story”

“Yeah. and?” you ask and the tall man walks over to you and his eyes are raking up and down your form and you can't help but want to cover up, his eyes are way too piercing.

“Saw that date you went on with that fucking loser” he takes a step closer to you and this time your bodies are pressed against each other. You try and shove him away, pushing at his chest and yet he doesn't budge.

“Gojo I can do what I want we’re not-”

“Satoru” he says, “Call me Satoru baby, you don't want me to get mad, right?” he says as he caresses your chin.

“S..Satoru..he’s just a friend”

“Oh yeah?” he says, his hand on your face slithers down your chest, brushing past your chest until his hand cups your cunt. Your chest tightens.

“Not giving my pussy away to anyone else, are you?”

You shake your head and he hums, “Not sure, turn around and bend over”

You can feel your legs shake as you turn around, your bend over and hold onto to the couch. You spread your legs and he forces down your shorts and panties.

“cute fuckin’ pussy” he mumbles and he crouches down to eye-level with your cunt and uses one of his thumbs to spread your pussy open, he hums and your heart beats nervously in your chest.

He hums some more and anxiety fills your gut, he uses fingers to completely spread it open and he delights in in watching your hole twitch and flutter in anticipation.

“Been fucking some other guy?”

“No Satoru” you say with a quick shake of your head.

“Don't lie to me, I can tell this cunt’s been fucked with from a mile away” he says and you swallow as heat burns in your cheeks.

“No just- I’ve been..I ended up buying a dildo” you say in a huff of embarrassment.

“Playing with my pussy without my permission? Huh?” he leans in and his nose nudges your clit as he inhales deeply, “’s fine, long as no other man has his cock in my cunt I won’t mind” he pulls away and you feel a pang of disappointment in your chest as nothing more happens, he lifts your panties and your sleeper shorts up your legs and pats your butt.

“Alright, I'll be off then, yeah?” he unlocks your door and he lets himself out. The throbbing in your cunt doesn't seem to subside and you curse under your breath.

God. you hate gojo satoru.

#red writes— ੈ♡˳#gojo x reader #gojo x reader smut #its not even rlly smut #Tw suggestive #I love this scenario #pussy inspection

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3terna15unshin3 · 4 months

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Connected

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A/N: idea came from this ask, so thank u anon🥰🥰 it was so fun to think of how Matty and Este’s relationship was seen from the other side like what fans pick up on, and also establish how much they decide to share with fans vs keep to themselves. this concept is so interesting to me but i had a hard time writing from the pov of a fan hahaha so i just did it this way instead :))

This obvs is based heavily on TBSG lore so none of this makes sense if you haven’t read the main fic - go do that first!! and also check out the Instagram AUs, they add to the pizazz

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“Love, look what I just saw on Twitter. This is hilarious.”

Este points her phone screen towards Matty as they sit in bed on a Sunday morning. He yawns, tired and still half asleep, then blinks his eyes a few times to read what she’s showing him. It’s a tweet from a fan that sits in her mentions from a couple of days ago when a clip from his Zane Lowe interview resurfaced.

megs ⎕ PL4YINGONMYM1ND

thinking about the fact that matty mentioned meeting e.manansala when she worked at a bookstore in manc to zane and in this 2018 interview he said his fav spot in the city is Greenhouse Books …….. what are the chances this is the same bookstore bc that would be so😭😭😭💔💔💔💔 https://manchesterwire.co.uk/?s=matty+healy+give-yourself-a-try/arts&culture/article

jaymie SAW UNDO LIVE trmanb1ackk

→ Replying to PL4YINGONMYM1ND

Hold on you might be onto something

megs ⎕ PL4YINGONMYM1ND

→ Replying to trmanb1ackk

right like okaayyy bookstore worker x customer to lovers notting hill pipeline????? 🤭 huge if true

She watches his eyes scan over the text and a fuzzy smile grow on his face. Matty loves talking about Este when he can—to bring some much deserved attention to her writing—and did so often, but does’t always mention many the details of their relationship. That was until strolling around the Northern Quarter with Zane brought a bit of it out of him.

Este is what brings him back to Manchester the most often, from visiting her family and Cate and Georgia to just needing a bit of a homey feeling from its familiar pubs and nostalgic shops. So, naturally, Matty talked about her in the interview done for the release of Being Funny—explaining how they’d met and how much the city means to them both.

“How they put two and two together is beyond me,” he says, scratching his head. “That Manchester Wire interview was five years ago now, you know. Did you ever read that?”

She chuckles. “Course I did! We had a few fans come in that summer with the sole intention of coming to a place you recommended, actually.”

“Why have you never told me that?” Matty asks, “You’re welcome for the business, by the way.”

“You never even told me about your little shout out, to be fair. I had to find out on my own,” Este teases. “Plus, we weren’t even a thing at that point—we’d met once! Quite creepy, in retrospect.”

“When you put it like that it’s honestly so cringe so please change the subject now.” Matty buries his head in the bunches of sheets that sit in her lap, embarrassed and frankly too sleepy to defend himself.

Este giggles, letting her hands settle into his curls. “Oh c’mon, you weren’t cringe. I’m just pulling your leg. It was sweet,” she reassures him.

“You’re just saying that because you feel bad,” he whines, then rubs his eyes to try and get the sleep out of them. “That’s so crazy that they dug that up, though. I’m not sure if many people know you’ve been around since then.”

“They probably looked at your life in 2019 and figured you were a rockstar with a new girl in every city but in reality you were calling me to get to sleep every night and doing origami in your free time because it reminded you of me.”

Matty’s jaw drops at her blunt comments. “I was about to get mad but I can’t even disagree.” He sits up, raking the hair out of his eyes. “Do people still use the word ‘simp’? Can that be applied to this situation? Was I a simp?”

She throws her head back, mouth wide, as she laughs at how ridiculous his question is.

“Please don’t say ‘simp’, love. You’re 34.” Este squeezes out between her giggles, “But no, people don’t use that word anymore. And yes it can be applied. And also yes, you were. And still are.”

“Proudly am,” he adds.

She leans into his side and he snakes his arm around her waist. They sit there, Matty only in a pair of pyjama pants and her an oversized tee, scrolling through the funny replies to the tweet and how big of a deal some fans were making it.

“You should respond. Tell Megs that she’s right.”

“Seriously?” Este asks, shocked that he’d want her to engage in something so meaningless and speculative.

But alas, he nods casually with a smile. “Yeah. They seem sweet, and just curious. And maybe being such a simp will give me some brownie points,” confirms Matty.

“God, enough of that word!”

Este e.manansala

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Can confirm🤝

liv livmymistake_

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MEGS OH MY GOD

Jude 🥾🌎 ittsjudesk

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UMMMMMMMMMMM

megs ⎕ PL4YINGONMYM1ND

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omg hi😭😭😭 are being fr i can’t cope

Este e.manansala

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Greenhouse is the bookstore i worked at and is where matty and i met that year:)) and hi💌

megs ⎕ PL4YINGONMYM1ND

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i think i’m psychic for guessing that🤭🤭🤭🤭

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megs ⎕ PL4YINGONMYM1ND

k now i’m going crazy bc i had no clue him and este had been dating for that long💀 was genuinely convinced it had been 3 years max

Jude 🥾🌎 ittsjudesk

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Literally they didn’t post each other until like 2020

sarah🧸 _102sar

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I think she was at the 2018 Pryzm show too. Not sure but I was at the after party and remember seeing her there lol

megs ⎕ PL4YINGONMYM1ND

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WHAT…….. this lore being uncovered omg

“Someone recognises you from the Brief Inquiry album release show?!” exclaims Matty in disbelief. “There’s no way.”

They still sit in bed as Este types away, having fun interacting with the small group. He leans his head on her shoulder and watches her as she does it.

“They’ve known you longer than I have, you know. They know their stuff,” she responds.

“Even I don’t remember you being at the Pryzm show.”

Este’s mouth falls open in shock, thoroughly offended. “You prick.”

“I’m joking!” Matty defends through fits of laughter. “C’mon E, I’m joking.”

She knows he is, but enjoys the theatrics of it all; shoving his head off her shoulder and scooting away from his touch in protest.

“That was a special night for me! The first time I saw you play and met the guys! Don’t make fun!” Este pouts, crossing her arms playfully.

“Fine. I take it back, I take it back,” Matty begs, dragging her back over to him and bringing her legs over top of his. He grabs her hand and places a kiss on her palm. “I remember meeting Cate, and introducing you to Louis. And Ross making fun of my gallbladder surgery, and leaving Cate on the dance floor to get drinks, and screaming at each other over the music at the bar. You telling me about the anniversary party. I very much remember!”

“Okay, okay. Enough gushing. I forgive you.”

Matty pecks her palm once more and shuffles her even closer. “Open Twitter back up. This is fun.”

Jude 🥾🌎 ittsjudesk

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This is absolutely shocking bc how did his chronically online ass manage to hide a whole gf that long

megs ⎕ PL4YINGONMYM1ND

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fr!!! like do we think she was on the abiior tour with them bc i swear jordan absolutely fed us with so much bts content it would be impossible to miss?? someone dig

sarah🧸 _102sar

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If u scroll back on her IG u can see Matty in her comments since then. And they’d repost each other on their stories and stuff🥲 So not that hidden if ur a stalker like me lmao

megs ⎕ PL4YINGONMYM1ND

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thoroughly upset that i missed so much bf matty content </3

Este e.manansala

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Ignore me stalking u🤭🤭 i was indeed at that Pryzm show lol but we weren’t dating yet. And during abiior tour I saw a few UK shows but otherwise i was just in Manc working/being a bad groupie x

Este e.manansala

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Also matty is sitting beside me now and he is cool with me filling u in (it was his idea) and he says hi. and that u guys are cute

megs ⎕ PL4YINGONMYM1ND

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ohhh yes u are a working woman how could i forget!! bookstore worker/groupie same difference. thank u for responding😭 u are the coolest❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 (also hi matty😳)

Jude 🥾🌎 ittsjudesk

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Hi Matty sorry for calling u chronically online x

Este e.manansala

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He forgives you (but it’s true imo)

liv livmymistake_

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este wait i have to know …. since u are a former bookstore girlie turned writer are u the reason matty periodically spam posts a bunch of literature on his instagram stories???? did u convert him to bookstoregirlieism??

Este e.manansala

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I am obsessed with the idea that he was illiterate before meeting me so i’m gonna say yes. thank u for that

Este e.manansala

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Liv it’s me I stole the phone and don’t appreciate this sentiment tbh. You should know I’ve always been a wanker so all the literature spams are just me letting that out and este just enables me. hope that helps x Matty

#is this even good???? i’m spiralling #like why do i feel like it isn’t giving anything.#tbsg #meste blurb #blurb #matty healy #the 1975 #matty healy fanfiction #the 1975 fanfiction #matty healy x oc #matty healy fic #matty healy fluff #matty healy fanfic #fanfiction #fluff

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hypersonic04 · 8 months

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Call It What You Want

hello everyone!! I’m sorry for the delay with this one shot - I lost the draft, then rewrote it, and I’ve struggled getting it to a point where I actually like it lol. I hope this is okay!! I don’t love it, but I didn’t want to keep you waiting any longer <3 enjoy my darlings!!

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Your knees are pulled up to your chest, a fluffy hotel robe soft on your cold skin. It's cold, and late, probably around half 1, far too late for your boyfriend to be walking through the streets of London to your hotel room.

Scrolling through Instagram, you can't quite believe tonight is real. Your first BAFTA, pictures of you stood on that stage, tears in your eyes and a hand over the silver chain around your neck, the 'R' pendant clasped between your fingertips. You close your eyes for a second, wanting to pinch yourself. This is all you've ever wanted.

Ross' flight had landed around two hours earlier, and you are his first destination since touching down from a six month tour. He needs to see you, to touch you, to congratulate you.

A bottle of champagne sits on the sideboard, your dress in a crumpled up ball on the floor somewhere. Diamond earrings thrown on the bed like they're only worth pennies, heels kicked off and the smell of your perfume stuck to every bed sheet and curtain. There's a bath in the corner of the room, filled to the brim with suds and salts, the room bathed in a warm glow.

The knock at your door pulls you out of your daydream.

When you open it, it's like every award and every diamond you were laced in about an hour earlier meant nothing. You could have won every BAFTA that night, but nothing comes close to the feeling of his hands on your waist, his lips pressed firmly against yours. It's bliss, and it's six months of waiting and yearning for each other.

Pulling away for a second, he holds your face in his hands, eyes scouring over every inch of your skin. Your make up is smeared, your eyes are tired, but you've never felt more loved than you do in that second. He doesn't say a word, just takes you in, and it's enough.

"Congratulations, my love." He says lowly after a few seconds.

"Thank you." You whisper.

Standing on your tiptoes, you press a kiss to his lips again, raking a hand through his hair. His eyes find the necklace laid gently upon your collar, reaching for it. You watch him as he does so, his eyes lighting up at the sight of his gift still firmly around your neck. You smile, brushing your fingertips across his jaw as he looks at it intently. He finds your eyes again for second, his pupils blown wide and dark.

"I missed you," He sighs, shoulders dropping a little bit, voice strained, "so much."

"I missed you, too." You swallow heavily, feeling him squeeze your waist.

It's like you can't stop looking at each other, like the other might disappear if you do so. You stay in silence for a while, and it's comfortable, needed, after the day you've had.

“Is that a bath?" he says suddenly, looking around you. You look back with a nod and an airy laugh.

"’Wondered whether maybe you'd want a bath after your flight."

He doesn't answer, just peppers kisses across your cheeks and forehead.

You get in the bathtub before him, body covered by bubbles and submerged in the water. He pulls his hoodie and t-shirt over his head, smirking when he feels your eyes on him.

“It's rude to stare, y'know." He mumbles under his breath, making his way over to you. You giggle, submerging yourself even further underwater, eyes still following his every move.

He gets in, water splashing over the side of the bathtub, but neither of you care.

You both look at each other from across the bathtub, your legs intertwined in the water and the faintest smile on your lips as you tilt your head back. He watches you, admiring the way your sleepy eyes flutter shut, your lips pout a little, the way your neck strains. He regrets not being at the awards show with you tonight, but the private nature of your relationship means more to the both of you than some red carpet pictures together.

He nudges your leg with his foot, bringing you out of your sleepy state.

“C’mere.” He cocks his head in his direction, grabbing at your waist when you move over to him, water swishing over the sides again.

You settle in between his legs, your back pressed against his chest and his arms wrapped around you. Your hands rest on his forearms, drawing sleepy shapes on his wet skin.

“I’m so proud of you.” He says, brushing your hair from your neck and pressing a firm kiss there. You lull your head back onto his collar, smiling at the vibrations his voice sends through you.

“And I’m so proud of you.” You hum. “I watched the show in Newcastle on a stream the other night.”

He laughs lightly, deeply, and you can’t help but grin from ear to ear at the comfort it brings you after months of its absence. “Oh, really?” He laughs, and you nod in reply with a giggle.

“Your biggest fan, always.”

You sit up, his hands gently keeping you steady, fingertips pressed into your skin. You move to straddle him, holding onto his shoulders. Looking down at him, his eyes are starry and you inhale deeply, emotional at the realisation that you had really, really missed him. He holds onto your waist, head ticketed upwards and resting back ton the rim of the bathtub, almost in a daze, of sorts. His smile widens for a second.

“What?” You giggle, running your fingertips over his bare collarbones.

“Nothing,” he sighs softly, “I just… I missed you. I missed this.”

You stay in silence for a second, before you lean down and press a kiss to his warm lips. Slipping his tongue into your mouth, you find yourself holding onto him a little tighter. The taste of him, the feeling of his hands so firm on your skin, sends you into a daze, his hair so soft under your fingertips. Pulling away, you feel like you’re looking at a daydream you once had.

“C’mon, my fingers are going wrinkly.” You giggle after a few seconds.

Wrapped up in the duvet, it’s like the two of you are in a bubble. You talk for what feels like hours - the tour, your respective projects, gossip from your friends.

“I know, can you believe it?” He smiles at you, eyebrows raised. He’s laid on his side, head resting in his palm as he holds himself up with his forearm, hovering over you as you lay flat to the mattress. He brushes a few strands of hair from your forehead.

“Yeah, actually, I can. It’s Matty.” You giggle at the gossip he’d just told you about his friend, his eyes scrunching up as he laughs.

“What time is it?” You ask suddenly, looking to the bedside clock. It read 4am and you gasp, looking back at him with wide eyes.

“Relax, it’s fine,” he brushes your hair away from your forehead, “We don’t have anywhere to be tomorrow.”

“I wish we could stay like this forever.” You sigh, watching him as he lays down next to you. You move so your head is resting on his bare chest, the feeling of his fingertips on your back soothing.

“We could just run away.” He grins, laughing through his nose gently.

“Don’t tempt me.” You smile.

“Would you?”

“What?”

“Run away with me?”

“Always.”

#ross macdonald #the 1975 #1975 band #matty healy #fanfic #adam hann #george daniel #asks #matty the 1975 #ross macdonald fluff #ross macdonald fanfiction #ross macdonald fic #ross macdonald imagine #ross macdonald x reader

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letsgetrowdy43 · 11 months

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The Timeline ☆—

Au Masterlist!!

Honey was born and raised in Plymouth, Michigan.

Her father was the equipment manager for the USNTDP U18 team, meaning that she spent a lot of time surrounding the sport and the culture.

Her whole life revolved around training camps, away games, spending most of her Christmases in other countries to attend the world juniors

With this lifestyle of constantly being on the move, she spent a good portion of her life taking in new cultures, learning and admiring travelling around the world, which led to her love of photography

Quinn was the first Hughes she met in Michigan before the rest of the family moved down for Jack to follow in his footsteps.

The other Hughes' moved into town and basically took over the hockey scene, meaning that she spent a lot of time around the family of five

When Quinn and her had originally met it was around their sophomore year of High school and Quinn was all heart eyes for her.

The poor boy could not form a coherent sentence around her, everything was mumbles and whispers until she was asked to photograph some portraits for the USNTDP

Her father had gotten her an internship with the communication team for the program, and after many complaints about how the teams needed better graphics, they finally gave her creative liberty over the Instagram page.

So now they sat in an overly lit room, a camera in her hands and him in full gear as she listened to his coach's wishes for the photos.

At this point in their life, they had only ever talked within classes when their moms were carpooling their brothers, or in passing.

So the moment the coach left the only noise remaining in the room was the humming of the air-conditioning.

Quinn's mouth ran dry as she put the camera up to her eye to size him up in the viewfinder, her cheeks turned a bright shade of pink as she examined his side profile. Quietly thinking to herself "omg this guy is like extremely attractive" her eyes roamed around his features.

"I had no idea you were into photography," he said sheepishly as she messed around with the lighting and the backdrop, she moved over to reposition his stance and position now, fixing the jersey that draped over his frame to better show off the Team USA logo

"It's a hobby I picked up in junior high, while in Sweden for a tournament," a smile danced on her lips as he mimicked the pose she wanted him in.

Memories of that particular WJC flashed through her mind as she remembered her and her younger brother opening a gift each on Christmas Day, hers being a new Canon camera. Something she'd never expressed an interest in, but something that soon became one of her greatest passions.

"The media thing is something my dad wants me to pursue" She shrugged as she found herself standing in front of him, fingers raking through his hair to make it sit just right.

She had barely noticed that she had done it until her eyes met his, shock displayed across his features as his cheeks turned bright pink.

From that day on she had basically been attached at the hip to Quinn, wherever he was, so was she.

The nickname stemmed from Ellen calling her honey, Quinn thought it was endearing thus forth he claimed it as his own.

Luke and Jack had settled for the nickname Hun, at first it was mockingly, but then it just stuck.

She was his best friend throughout his time on the U18 USNTDP Team, his runs at the WJCs, his draft day, and up into his time in the NCAA

Her original plan was to attend MSU and gain a degree in communications through their program, but the thought of growing apart from her favourite Hughes felt too bitter

So instead, and after quite a bit of convincing from Quinn, she followed him all the way to Umich to pursue a career in media and sports management.

The summer going into their sophomore year was his NHL draft, the entire Hughes family was in Dallas, nerves racking their brains as they awaited Quinn's name to be called.

Honey sat prettily, dressed up in his favourite colour (to match his suit) as his name was picked to go 7th overall.

A wide grin on her face as she watched him hug all of the friends and family around him, landing lastly on his best friend who he just smiled at softly and hugged tenderly, allowing her to place a kiss on his cheek before he walked up to receive his Canucks jersey.

they began to date in their sophomore year, after a lot of dancing around the subject Honey.

Honey was the one who made the first move as they unpacked his thing sin his and josh's new dorm room. A shy smile of his face as she pulled away breatlessly, smirking at the flush on hi cheeks.

they dated throughout their sophomore year, it felt like they were on a tightrope for a good amount of the year though, knowing that by the end of the school year, it was more than likely that Quinn was to be sent out to Canada.

And just as expected Quinn was in Vancouver by the end of the spring semester.

The long-distance was definitely not kind to them, with the time difference and the fast pace of their lives, both decided it was best for them to take a break.

They sat down during Christmas of her junior year and his off-week and decided it was for the best for them to break up, and then possibly pick up where they left off after she finished her schooling

That didn't exactly go to plan, because as soon as the off-season started and she was home for her summer break the two of them were literally attached to each other once again.

Let's just say although they were not together they were definitely taking advantage of being able to hook up at any given opportunity

Luke and Jack definitely chirped the fuck out of Quinn, they had seen and heard their fair share of the couple over the summer

The summer came to an end, and although it had been a whirlwind of emotion Quinn thought it was still a better idea to let Honey go out and be single for her last year.

On the day of her graduation Quinn showed up on her front door step in a suit and a gift in his hand, he didn't know how she still felt about him but he wanted to make it known that he wanted her.

she opened the door, a grin on her lips as he blushed at her pretty appearance, and pressed a small gift box in her hand.

"I do not expect you to uproot your life for me, but I want you to know that I want you in my life" he whispered, as she opened the gift box in her had to reveal a key to his apartment.

Two months later and the two of them were packing up all of her essentials and sending them off to Vancouver.

Honey started a job as a media manager for a Bridal store, acclimating to the life of an NHL girlfriend (too which she slayed)

The following Christmas (2021) was when they found out that they were expecting warren, too which prompted Quinn proposing to her

I love a good shotgun wedding and 100% this wedding was an outcome of the unplanned pregnancy but Quinn and Honey were on cloud 9 the moment they find out that they were going to be parents

Ellen and Jim were just over the moon, they love Honey, they love Quinn, and they love the couple, and they were just so excited to be grandparents.

Warren was born in October, in Vancouver, both sets of in-laws flew in along with the couple’s brothers.

Parenthood came on extremely easy for Quinn, and a little less easy for Honey, but eventually, they worked out the kinks and she finally figured out motherhood but in her own light.

They had their second baby in the summer of 2024, welcoming their baby girl Hayden into the world

Life was perfect for them, their two babies, and their happy marriage, and then a media manager position opens up for Honey which opened many more opportunities for the content family

#thelittlesthughesau!!#quinn hughes #quinn hughes blurb #quinn hughes fanfiction #dad!quinn hughes #quinn hughes x reader #vancouver canucks #umich hockey

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pearbunny · 7 months

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the bucket list ✘ [seven]

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summary: Fly to Korea. Check. Buy a bouquet of flowers for a stranger. Check. Have said stranger come along with you to accomplish your bucket list? Well that wasn’t on the list, but falling in love was.

pairing: han jisung x afab!reader

genre: 18+ [MDNI] strangers to lovers, non idol au, crack, mostly fluff, later chapters to include: angst, comfort, smut.

general warnings: tourist!mc, slow burn, adult themes including but not limited to: suggestive content, nudity, cursing, mentions of death, eventual smut.

word count: ~4.8k

chapter content: death, terminal illness, depression, s*icidial thoughts; all of which are not explicitly said, but described and mentioned. angst / comfort.

author’s note: I apologize for the longer than usual wait, but here's a bit of a heavy chapter. Also! Big reveal at the end.

The sun shines through the window of your hotel room, reflecting onto Jisung’s face. He groans as he wakes up, turning over to lay on his back, pulling the sheets over his head. He lays there for an additional fifteen seconds before he tosses the covers off of him, rolling over to swing his legs off the edge of the bed. He stretches his arms above him, white t-shirt rising to show his stomach before it drops back down with a slump of his shoulders.

Jisung rubs the sleep from his eyes and looks around the room, glaring at the open curtains that neither he nor you remembered to shut last night. He looks to the other side of the bed and his eyes go wide, surprised that you weren’t there. Judging by the pristine creaseless pillow, you hadn’t even come to bed. Jisung gets out of bed and slips on the hotel’s guest slippers, searching the small room for any sign that you had left. When he notices your shoes and bag by the door, his brows knit in worry.

“Y/N?” He calls out. He walks to the night stand by his side of the bed and almost grabs his phone to call you to check where you are, but then he realizes he doesn’t even have your number – not even your Instagram. Jisung heaves a sigh of frustration and sits back down on the bed, rubbing his palms into his eyes.

Where does he start? He doesn’t know your last name, he could look through every single Y/N on Instagram, but who knows how many profiles would show up. Then, he has an idea: He can call that tattoo artist, and get your information. He stands up from the bed again and heads straight for the bathroom.

When he opens the closet door, he sees you curled up in a ball, eyes red, cheeks puffy, your mouth slightly open, fast asleep. There’s a frown on his face as he approaches you, squatting down to gently touch your shoulder. You stir awake, scrunching your face in the process. You make a little sound, almost like a whimper. Jisung’s frown deepens when you don’t open your eyes. He reaches out a hand to brush the hair away from your face. “Hey, wake up.”

Your eyes finally open and you’re met with Jisung’s concerned face. You slowly sit up onto your elbows, looking around to ground yourself, a little disoriented from sleep. “Jisung?”

Jisung nods. “Did you sleep here?”

You rake a hand through your hair, “Yeah, I guess I did.” You grab your phone off the ground, unlocking it to check the time. “Sorry.” You start to push yourself off the floor.

Jisung stands up and extends his hands to you. You take it and he helps you up as you plant your feet on the ground. “Don’t be sorry. I’m sorry. You could have had the bed.”

You offer a sad excuse for a chuckle, your voice hoarse and lower than usual, worn out. “No, it wasn’t that. I just…”

Jisung looks at you with so much concern. His brows slightly forward, lips in a small straight line, his eyes looking at you as if he’s hanging on to every word you say. When you don’t answer, he shakes his head and that worried expression disappears. Instead, he smiles and ruffles the top of your head, heading over to the bathroom. “You don’t have to tell me. I was just worried you’d left, that’s all.”

You sit on the floor of the hotel room, looking out at the floor-to-ceiling windows. Your shared room has a beautiful view of the beach that you can properly admire now that it is daytime. You watch the waves ebb and flow, crashing gently onto the shore as you meditate and think about the previous night.

‘She’d be proud of you, too.’ Those words echo in your mind. A rush of emotions hits you, manifested in a chill down your spine, a slight prickly feeling traveling all the way to the tips of your fingers. You exhale deeply and count to eight before taking in another breath. You smooth your hands over your hair, closing your eyes while you tie your hair up in a low bun, relying completely on muscle memory rather than using a mirror. You wrap your hair in a large scrunchie before opening your eyes to be met with the same picturesque view of the ocean. Your hands fall into your lap. Your shoulders slump. Your lips form a crooked line as you fight the urge to cry again.

Jisung comes out of the bathroom at exact that moment and you scramble to pull a smile together. You clear your throat, surprised at how your voice doesn’t crack even after being on the verge of tears. “So, coffee shop?”

You turn and see him dressed in a pair of faded light blue denim jeans, a white shirt, and a black and white patterned mock neck zip up. He nods at you, adjusting his watch on his wrist. “Of course.” He smiles and looks around the room quickly before deciding to sit next to you.

You tilt your head at him, bewildered at why he would do such a thing. He shrugs his shoulders, “You looked like you needed company.” His eyes go to your hands, fighting the urge to reach out to hold them. “You going to be okay today?” Jisung doesn’t even know what made you cry yourself to sleep, but he doesn’t pry. He knows that if you really wanted to talk about it, you would. Of course he wants to ask, but he doesn’t.

“Yeah. I’ll be okay.” Without thinking, you answer him and nod your head at him for emphasis.

He gives you a smile and stands up on his feet, offering both his hands. You take a gentle hold of them with your own and he helps you onto your feet effortlessly.

Jisung grabs his keys on the small table by the door, slipping his feet into his shoes. “Okay, let’s take it one step at a time today then, yeah?”

You follow him to the front door, picking up your bag on the way over. “One step at a time,” You mindlessly repeat his words. “First step, coffee.”

Both you and Jisung had decided to walk to the coffee shop that you had spotted the night before on the drive to the parking lot. The weather in Busan is a lot cooler compared to the city, mainly thanks to the ocean breeze. You sit at a table by the window as Jisung waits in line to order your drinks. You scroll through your phone, catching up on all the Instagram posts you missed since you landed in Korea. You didn’t intend on going on a social media break, but that’s what it was. You like a couple of posts, one from Robin who posted a selfie of herself where she was in her work bathroom; she’s facetimed you multiple times from that exact bathroom during her lunch breaks to vent to you about who-knows-what; your careers were different, but you don’t need to know everything about her job to know she just needed an ear to listen.

You switch apps to your photo album, looking at the pictures you took since you landed in Korea. The last thing you posted was a cliche picture of the view from your airplane window. You debate on a couple of pictures to post: the picture of the sunflower bouquet you gave to Jisung, the new tattoo you got your second day in Korea, the picture of you in your outfit that you wore to the wedding you crashed. You decide on the picture you took at Loud Mouth of Jisung, his co-workers, and the girls at the bar taking a shot together.

Reminiscing on that night brings a smile to your face. You recall how it felt to go out at night drinking with new friends, how you threw every ounce of your timidness out the window to sing in front of a bunch of strangers. You want more nights like that. You post it onto your instagram feed and caption it, ��Geonbae!” You think if you post that picture, Robin wouldn’t think too much about how you felt after the phone call with your dad.

Jisung comes back to your table with both of your drinks in hand. He sets the latte in front of you, peering at your phone screen in the process. “Oh, you’re on Instagram?”

You take a peek at him before putting your phone down on the table, grabbing your latte and blowing on it gently, careful not to mess up the cute foam art on the surface. “Of course I’m on Instagram.”

Jisung laughs and chews on the plastic straw of his iced drink as he takes his seat next to you. “That was my lame attempt at trying to ask you for your Instagram handle.”

You give him a tight lipped smile, trying not to show how shy and giddy that made you feel. Despite waking up upset, he was able to bring something else out of you, if only for fleeting moment. You take your phone in your free hand and swipe up, unlocking the phone with faceID. You open up Instagram and go to the search bar, “Okay, what’s yours?”

Jisung searches the pocket of his sweater for his phone. “J-I-period-O-N-E.”

You type in his handle and find his profile. You take a look at it before deciding to hit follow. There weren’t many posts, but there were a couple of pictures of him posted a couple of years ago with his blonde hair. “I think you should bring blonde Jisung back.”

Jisung groans and covers his face with the palm of his hand. “It was a phase. My friends and I did it ourselves.”

You raise a brow at him, curious. “Blonde Lee Know? That I have to see.”

Jisung snorts, “Good luck. All he posts are really bad pictures of food and pictures of his cats that look like they were taken on the first camera phone.” He places his drink down on the table and starts scrolling through his own instagram feed, mindlessly liking posts.

Finally, you hit the follow button and it doesn’t take long for Jisung to click the notification to follow you back. He likes the photo you posted just moments ago and even comments with the thumbs up emoji.

You look up again at him to find him already giving you that gummy smile of his and you can’t help but to smile back.

He reaches for his iced americano, but he fumbles it and it spills onto the table. He quickly places it up right again, “Shit, sorry.” He leaves his phone on the table to grab napkins at the cafe’s register counter.

Jisung’s phone starts chiming and you can see the little banner at the top.

He comes back and starts placing the napkins on the table, letting the spilled liquid soak into the napkins before gathering them and placing them aside. His phone goes off again. He takes a glance while he wipes down the table. “Oh, it’s the guys. Can you tell me what it says?”

“Me?”

“Yeah, I told them I’d be by my phone in case something goes wrong with the bar. We just switched suppliers for a couple of things and I’m usually the one that deals with the shipment and where things go.”

You grab his phone and swipe up to see the different text banners.

Loudmouths Binnie Where the hell is the stock list???? Loudmouths Lee Know (soulmate) Where it always is. Loudmouths Binnie Well if I knew where it was, I wouldn’t be asking. Lee Know (soulmate) She’s obviously going through a hard time. You were there once, you know what to do. You smile a little at the thought that maybe Jisung had texted Lee Know about how he found you asleep in the closet this morning.

“Everything okay?” Jisung’s voice reminds you that you were only supposed to check the work group chat.

“Um. Changbin wants to know where the stock list is at.”

“Where it always is.” Jisung leaves momentarily to throw away the napkins and comes back only to find that he has a small brown spot on his sweater from his coffee. He takes one of the spare napkins from the stack he brought over and dabs at the spill, hoping it doesn’t stain the sweater permanently.

“That’s what Minho said.” Once Jisung is satisfied that the stain seemingly disappeared, you hand him his phone so he can text him back. He smiles as a thank you and types a response, reading it aloud as he does so. “In your office. Behind the door.”

You smile weakly, “Seems like they really need you back there.”

Jisung looks at you for a second before going back to his phone screen and hitting send. He places his phone back on the table and gives you his full attention. “No, not at all. They’ll be fine. Changbin’s mostly in charge of numbers. Minho is all about the menu and wine pairings for the restaurant mostly.”

“And you?”

Jisung bites on his lower lip in contemplation. “Hm. I like to think that I’m in charge of the awesome music and events.”

“Don’t forget, you bring in your regulars.” He shrugs his soldiers casually. “We all have our regulars. If you lived here, would you grant me the honor of being my regular, too?” The corners of his lips tug into a smirk.

The smile on your lips widens a little and you tear your gaze away from him, leaning your elbow on the table and putting your chin in your hand to hide the growing smile.

He laughs and takes that as an answer. “So, do you have any idea of what you’d like to do today?”

“Oh,” You look back at him, your hand moving from your hand from your chin to the back of your neck, feeling timid. Your reminded of the emotions you woke up with and you silently thank Jisung for unknowlingly pulling you out of it. “Yeah. I think – I think want to Send a Message in a Bottle.”

Jisung and you walk the streets close to the beach until you stumble upon a glass trinket souvenir shop. It’s quite cute. The whole shop has a very beachy vibe. The decor centered around sun-bleached wooden furniture, white worn down shutters positioned on the walls to make it look like closed windows, and a couple of signs around the small store that say, “this way to the beach”.

You peruse the shop with Jisung leading the way. His fingers run along the tubes of a wind chime, a couple of different tones sounding from the movement. He looks back at you from over his shoulder, smiling warmly. You give him a smile back.

You pause momentarily to look at one specific art piece on the wall. It’s a large picture made up of shells cracked and dyed different colors to make up a mosaic of a woman and a child at the beach. Underneath the large art piece, scribbled across a small white index card it reads, “Summer ‘96.”

You continue around the shop, wondering about the story of the mosaic. Who was the artist? Were they related to the two subjects or did they just happen to capture a beautiful moment between mother and daughter. Maybe it was a mosaic based off of a picture taken back in ‘96, maybe the artist was the child in the picture, maybe the mother.

“Oh, what about these?” Jisung turns to you with a small bottle in his hands. Inside of the bottle is sand, presumably Busan Sand that is sealed with a cork at the mouth of the bottle. Very touristy. “We can just empty out the sand and use the bottle.”

You check the price tag and do a quick conversion. “That looks perfect.”

Jisung smiles and takes two from the shelf. You follow him to the counter where a middle man was stationed.

“I saw you looking at my daughter’s artwork.”

“Hm?” You look over to where the man gestured. “Oh, yes. I was. Your daughter made that?”

The man nods and rings you up for two souvenir trinkets. “That she did. That’s her and her mother on the beach.”

Jisung hands the man the appropriate amount of cash. “You’re selling it?”

“No. I just hang it up there to keep me company during shop hours.” The smile he gives both you and Jisung is heart-warming; extremely pure and genuine. “My daughter takes care of my wife while I’m at the shop.”

“Oh,” Jisung frowns a little, taking the bag that contained your purchase from the shop owner. “I hope your wife is doing well.”

“She’s doing fine. Her memory just isn’t what it used to be, but my daughter and I do our best and we manage.” He sighs with a shrug of his shoulders. “You kids be safe out there.”

You give him a nod, “Thank you, sir.” Your hand slips down to grab Jisung’s, leading him out of the shop and across the street to a dock you had spotted. You look back at him for a brief second to catch his confused and worried eyes. You simply squeeze his hand tighter, trying to convey to him that you just needed to get out of there.

He doesn’t quite understand, but nonetheless he squeezes your hand back and quickens his pace as he follows at your heel.

There aren’t too many people around. There’s a couple holding each other at the other end of the dock and a family taking a stroll along the shore. The area was more secluded, a bit farther down than the more touristy area.

You sit at the end of the dock, hanging your feet over the edge. With your hand still in Jisung’s, you gently tug him down to sit next to you. Quietly, he joins you and hands you your glass bottle of sand. Finally, you let go of his hand to look through your bag, taking out two pens and handing him one. “I took these from the cafe,” You hand him one of the two napkins you had swiped from the cafe’s register counter.

You bend forward and place the napkin on your lap, scrawling across it messily. There were a lot of things to say and you’re unsure if you’ll ever really be able to fully transcribe your thoughts accurately, but you try your best. When you’re done, you take the souvenir bottle and uncork it, spilling the sand into the ocean beneath you. You slip your message into the glass bottle and close it securely with the cork top.

Beside you, Jisung writes his own message. It’s a letter meant for a friend. He asks him how he’s doing, if he was okay. He tells this friend about the things he’s missed. How Seungmin opened up the cafe shop. How Changbin and Lee Know keep him on his toes around Loud Mouth. He talks about his music, how he’s almost ready to show the world his full length album. How hard it was to get through writing the songs. Eventually, he rolls up the napkin, spills his sand in the ocean, and places his letter into the bottle, corking it shut.

You toss your bottle into the ocean and Jisung does the same. The bottles bob up and down in the water at first, then it follows the waves' ebb and flow, being pulled towards the shore, then out towards to sea. It’s slow, but they travel towards the horizon.

“Did you write about what you needed to?”

“I did. I sent someone a letter and I hope he reads it, wherever he is.”

You’re curious, but you know it’s not your place to ask. “Lee Know made it seem like you were going through a rough time.”

“I was… I am. I’m not ready to talk about it yet. Soon, but.. Not yet.” Jisung looks off at the bottles, eyes glazed over, lost in deep thought.

You stay quiet and accept his answer. Soon.

“I fell asleep crying in the closet last night.” Your voice is quiet. It’s just barely noticeable over the sounds of the gentle waves.

Jisung adjusts his body to face you, giving you all of his attention. He knows you’re about to tell him something important; something vulnerable.

Your eyes focus on your feet, legs dangling back and forth over the edge of the dock. “I called my friend Robin over FaceTime. She said I looked happy,” You smile a little to yourself, imagining yourself from someone else’s eyes: happy. “I haven’t been happy in a while. Not necessarily sad. Well, at one point I was sad. Really sad.” You shrug your shoulders, trying to downplay your emotions.

Jisung places a hand over yours. It’s gentle, it’s warm. It’s comforting.

“My mom passed away three years ago.” The lids of your eyes droop; you haven’t talked about this. To anyone, actually. Everyone around you in close proximity knew, you didn’t have to explain, they could only assume. “It was hard, watching someone you love that was so strong, someone that was your superhero, become so weak, so fragile.” You stopped swinging your legs, feeling that numb prickly feeling enveloping you again. “But she was still strong, just in other ways. For a long time, she never complained, never cried, never made it seem like there was anything wrong.” You give a sad twisted smile, “I couldn’t even look at her at one point. I was so mad, why wouldn’t she just let us know she was hurting? We could all see it.”

“Eventually, she grew tired. Tired of smiling, tired of acting like nothing had changed. She was exhausted. At one point, all I did was sit next to her and watch her breathing, scared that every breath could be her last.” You gently rest your head on Jisung’s shoulder, looking for any form of physical comfort. He sits still for you, letting you use him as something to lean on. He hasn’t said a word back to you, he’s simply listening to everything you need to say out loud. “She passed shortly after.”

You move your head slightly to look up at him. He looks down at you and he takes his hand off yours to wrap it around your shoulder.

“She left us in the summer. I was… a wreck. I was sad. So fucking sad. Summer passed. Fall passed. I don’t know how many seasons passed, but I was still sad. I didn’t want to do anything; I didn’t want to speak to anyone. I just wanted to stop. Me. Not my dad, not my friends, not work, not the world. I wanted to stop.” Jisung looks at you with a pained expression. His lower lip quivers and he had to purse his lips to stop it. He lets out a shaky breath and his arm around you brings you closer to him, his other hand finds yours on your lap and he squeezes it, hoping that you can feel him there in your current state.

“I got close, but my dad…” You close your eyes and shake your head. “Eventually, that sadness became apathy. I wasn’t happy, I’m not sure I was sad. I might have been, but I just kept going through everyday motions. I went to work. I ate. I slept. Over and over again. Then it got to the point where I needed that routine to function.”

“Last night, I also called my dad. He worries about me, you see.” This is where your voice cracks a little. “I told him that I think I’m going to be okay and he said—" You choke back a sob, shutting your eyes and gripping the edge of the wooden plane of the dock to ground yourself, afraid that you could lose yourself. “—he said she’d be proud of me.” You fully fall into Jisung now, bringing your hands into your chest as he cradles your body close to him.

“She is proud.”

The tears flow freely with his words. He has no idea who your mother is, he has no reason to believe she would be proud and you almost want to laugh at how he could be so sure, but then you remember your mother’s smile. How she would look at you every time you walked through the front door, happy you were home. She’d greet you with a “You’re here. Good. I’m glad.” Every. Single. Time. It didn’t matter if you went out just to take out the trash, it didn't matter if you hadn’t been home in a month because work was so busy that you’d be pulling overtime and you barely had the energy to make it back to your own apartment. She said it the last time you saw her and even with how fragile she looked at how frail her voice sounded, she was glad. You think that if she saw you now, knowing what you went through, she’d say the same thing. “You’re still here. I’m glad.”

The emotions crash onto you like a tsunami. Like waves that rippled from the small earthquake that was the call back home. Perhaps it was even before that. You had thought you had grieved your mother’s passing, that you cried as much as you could, but you’re realizing now that all of this grieving and the emotions comes in waves. You grip onto Jisung’s shirt, tugging and stretching the collar, uncaring to how hysterical you may look.

“I know that we just met, but,” Jisung’s voice snaps you back. You can feel his voice vibrating in his chest, low and only for you to hear. “I’m glad that you choose to wake up everyday.”

Those words linger in the air. You focus on them and what they mean to you. You’re not sure how Han Jisung does it. How he knows exactly what to say to you. How you know that statement is precisely what your mom would mean if she were to you right now. Slowly, your breathing calms down, the tears don’t flow as much as they did. You stay like that for a while until your sobs calm down and you can finally take a full breath. Jisung’s shirt is wet with tears, but he doesn’t care.

You stay at the dock with Jisung’s arms around you, rubbing comforting circles into your back. By the time the sun starts it descent in the sky, you shift your weight off of him and wipe your face with the palms of your hands. You exhale deeply and blink hard, as if to reset yourself. You place your hands on your lap and look at him. “Let’s get out of here.”

Jisung stands slowly, helping you up. He lets you lead the way, to wherever you want, at whatever pace you set. He observes you quietly. He contemplates his words briefly, unsure of how to bring what he’s known for awhile now up. “The Bucket List, it’s not yours is it? You’ve never once called it yours.”

You unwrap your arms from around yourself and find that your hand automatically reaches to find his. You interlace your fingers with his slender ones. It’s so natural that it surprises you. You look back at the ocean before leading him off the dock and back onto the concrete ground. You can barely see the pair of bottles carrying your messages.

“It was my mom’s. I found it one day after she passed. I would read it again and again to try and be close to her, but the more I read it the farther away I would feel. I decided to get on a plane to Korea, do something different that my normal routine, I wanted to feel closer to her. I wanted to do her bucket list.”

“Will you be okay?”

You glance up at him. He’s staring out into the horizon, his hair swept to the side from the wind.

You sit with his question for a while longer. If you’re honest with yourself, you don’t know. You don’t know what tomorrow brings. You don’t know how you’ll feel in a week, in a day, in the morning. But here, with him, simply walking along the shore together…

“I will be. “

Jisung tugs on your hand, bringing you closer to him. He places a kiss on the top of your head, breathing you in.

“Good.”

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An Unlikely Encounter

Jake Kiszka x f!reader

Warnings: explicit sexual content, cyberbullying (kinda?), smoking cigarettes, fear of abandonment, strong language

18+, MINORS DNI

TAGLIST: @torniturntomyarrow @ignite-my-fire @hollyco

A/N: A shorter chapter this time, hope you enjoy. Please let me know if you’d like to be added to the taglist! ☺️

Chapter 5

You wake up swaddled in a fluffy, white duvet cocoon in the middle of your hotel bed. As you begin to lift your arms to your face to rub the sleep from your eyes you notice how sore your limbs are.

Wow, Jake really did a number on me last night…

In the ambience of the quiet room you could hear the shower running, which was oddly comforting. The trajectory of yours and Jake’s relationship was confusing, there wasn’t a label affixed to your arrangement and you were just enjoying each other’s company, but you found such bliss in the mundane domesticated moments such as these. Listening to the faint sounds of Jake showering, the buzz of his electric toothbrush, the warm space beside you that was a reminder that you shared the same bed. The downside was that if you lingered on it for too long, the thoughts that you desperately tried to bury deep down and ignore began to surface. What was going to happen now that the European leg of the tour was ending? You both lived in separate continents, and with Jake being so busy with the band surely there wasn’t room for you in his life? You smack the heel of your hand to your forehead, as if the action would knock the narrative straight out of your brain. To distract yourself you pick your phone up from the bedside table and begin to scroll through your social media feeds.

You’ve been tagged in a photo on Instagram

Curious, you click on the notification and open up the post.

Jake Kiszka, juggling girls on his sprint across the world

Three photos were posted from an account called @exposingjake. One of you with Jake, his arm slung around your shoulder and smiling down at you. It was a shot that had been taken by someone outside of your party that you hadn’t seen before. The other two photos were of Jake with women you didn’t recognise. You frown at the screen before locking your phone and throwing it down onto the bed. Whoever was behind this account was clearly out to cause drama. You rake your hands through your hair, pulling it up into a messy ponytail and securing it with the hair tie you kept on your wrist. Moving from the bed, you find a pair of leggings and a hoodie from your suitcase and get dressed. You pull on your trusty converse and pick your phone back up off the bed.

Coffee?

Yeah, meet me down in the lobby in 10.

You write out a quick text to Jake to let him know where you are heading and proceeded down to the lobby. When you get there, Kat is sat waiting for you. As you get closer you realise she isn’t alone.

“Kat, Sam. Have fun last night?” You wink.

“Best night of my life.” Sam smirks, receiving a swift smack to the arm from Kat.

“Coffee, then?” She giggles, shooting you a look.

You find a cute little cafe situated just down the road from the hotel. You spot a small corner booth with an inviting, olive-coloured sofa curved round into an L-shape. You slide into the booth and pat the space next to you, smiling up at Kat.

“I’ll grab your coffees, what do you both want?” Sam asks.

“I’ll take an americano, she’ll have something ridiculously sweet and iced, with soya milk.” Cat smirks, raising her eyebrows at you as if to say I’m right aren’t I?

You nod at Sam and he saunters off towards the counter. As soon as he’s out of sight, Kat whips her head around to you and grabs your arms.

“Spill. What happened? I know you weren’t sick.”

You sigh, knowing that Kat would 100% catch you out in a lie, she knows your tells all too well. “He came and found me in the bathroom after that weird experience with Josh… he saw the whole thing and he was mad. We argued for a bit and he told me about his ex, which made me feel really guilty for trying to make him jealous. She tried it on with each brother and Danny, can you believe that?!” Kat’s eyes widen and she gestures for you to continue. “Someone wanted to use the bathroom, so we left and then he told you all I wasn’t feeling well. When we got back to the hotel he followed me into my room… and-” You pause, stifling a giggle and wiggling your eyebrows.

“Damnnnnn, she got LAID!” Kat cheers, way too loudly for the peaceful ambience of the quaint little cafe. Sam appears as if on cue, setting your drinks down onto the table in front of you.

“One americano and one… uh… I can’t remember what she called it, but she assured me it was sweet.” He laughs. “So, I hear you fucked my brother last night?”

You almost spit out the drink you’d just sipped from and begin to cough, sputtering as Kat hands you a napkin.

“Damn, that good huh?”

“Sam!” You choke, swatting at his leg. “What about you two then, hmm? I’m assuming you slept in the same room, seeing as I only invited Kat.”

Kat winks at you and presses her index finger to her lips.

You’re half way through your beverages and engaged deeply in conversation when you hear the soft sound of a bell chiming as the door to the cafe opens, and in walks Jake. You bristle ever so slightly in your seat, but enough for Kat to pick up on. Jake wanders over to your booth and sits himself down next to Sam, sliding his sunglasses off his face and placing them onto the table.

“Morning, early birds.”

“Morning Jake, sleep well?” Kat goads. Before he has chance to respond with a sassy remark, she grabs onto your wrist and pulls you from the booth. “Smoke break, be back in a hot sec.”

She steers you out the front of the cafe and sits herself down onto the al-fresco seating available. She pulls a pack of cigarettes out of her bag and places one between her lips, lighting it up and taking a deep inhale. She gestures to you, holding the packet out. You hastily snatch it from her and mirror her actions, holding your hand out for her lighter.

“Y/N Y/L/N, you haven’t taken a cigarette from me in years.”

“Yeah well, I needed one today.” You say in-between coughs as the nicotine goes straight to your head, making you feel fuzzy.

“What’s wrong? And don’t even bother trying to deflect, I know something is up.”

You look down, fidgeting slightly before taking another drag from the cigarette in between your fingers. You place the cigarette in the slot of the ashtray in front of you and pull your phone from your hoodie pocket, unlocking it and opening the Instagram post from earlier. You slide your phone across the table and Kat lifts it up to her face, then gasps.

“Who the fuck is this?”

“No idea, someone clearly trying to stir the pot.” You sigh, picking the cigarette back up.

“How do you feel about it?”

“I mean, I’m not bothered about the post itself. It just got me thinking, what the fuck am I doing? I’m in another country, over a thousand miles from home, with a famous rockstar who I barely know and I’m naive enough to think that this will end well for me. What happens when he goes back to the US?” You bring the cigarette to your mouth again.

“Have you spoken to him about it?”

“Well… no. What would I even say?”

“How about, hey Jake, am I just your European booty call or do you see this going somewhere?”

You snort, rolling your eyes. “Oh yeah, great idea. That won’t go down like a lead balloon.”

“You don’t know how it will go down. Take some control for once, Y/N. You can’t just keep assuming and staying stuck in that head of yours.”

You roll your eyes again, but you know she’s right. By the way she’s looking at you, she knows it too. You sit there in silence for a while, both finishing your cigarettes and enjoying the sun warming your skin. The bell rings again and then the sun is gone, hidden behind Jake’s figure looming over you in your seat. He’s got a takeaway cup in his hand.

“Avoiding me are we, princess?”

Fuck, don’t call me that. You squirm in your seat and an irritatingly smug smile creeps onto his lips. He extends his free hand out to you.

“Come on, we’re going on an adventure.”

“Where are you taking me?” You giggle in the back seat of the taxi.

“Somewhere just as pretty as you. Me and the guys have been here before and I wanted to show you around.”

The journey wasn’t too long, before you knew it you were parked up outside wherever it was Jake was taking you. He uttered “Obrigado” and handed a note to the driver before exiting the vehicle and walking around to your side, opening the door for you. You were slightly embarrassed at how hot under the collar you’d gotten just from hearing him speak a very simple Portuguese word. As you stepped out onto the pavement, you observed a sign on the wall in front of you reading ‘Jardim Botanico de Lisboa’. Jake walked beside you as you entered the grounds and casually slipped his hand into yours, making your cheeks flush. You walked hand-in-hand until you reached a giant greenhouse, surrounded by lush greenery and a small pond in the centre.

“Jake, this is… beautiful.”

“Just like you. Come on, shall we go inside?”

The view was utterly breathtaking from inside the greenhouse, with tropical plants as far as the eye could see. You took every inch of it in, thoroughly enjoying the tranquility and embracing the one-on-one time with Jake. As you were busy studying the details of the exotic landscape before you, you hear the sound of a camera shutter. You whip your head around to see Jake standing with a camera in his hands, the biggest grin adorning his face.

“Hey!”

“Sorry, you just look so happy and I wanted to capture the moment. Now I have you facing me, why don’t you give me one of your pretty smiles.”

You look at the camera and give him a big toothy grin. Once he’s snapped the picture he walks up to you and presses a kiss to your forehead.

“Do you want to get one together?”

You nod shyly and he extends the camera out in front of you. You smile and instead of facing forwards, Jake inches closer and kisses your cheek. The action makes your heart swell.

After your long walk around the gardens, you stop off at a small gelato parlour and share a cup. Jake lets you choose all three flavours, saying he’ll love whatever you pick. When you’re finished you head back to the hotel. The sun is beginning to set behind the clouds as your taxi pulls into the drop off area. Jake follows behind you into your room and plops himself down on the end of the bed.

“You should have just had me in with you, seeing as you’ve spent the majority of our time here in my room.” You chuckle.

“I didn’t want to assume that you wanted to stay with me, so I gave you the choice.”

“Well, thank you, that’s very considerate. But my choice would always be to stay with you.” You respond, sliding yourself onto his lap. “Thank you for today too, it was lovely.”

He tilts your chin down and his lips find yours, the kiss becoming more intense as you both hungrily lap at each other. He wraps his arms around you and falls backwards, pulling you on top of him. His arms snake underneath your hoodie and his hands smooth over the skin on your waist. The sensation elicits a soft moan from you into his mouth. As his hands begin to wander further, your phone lets off 4 notifications in short succession.

“You’re popular today.”

An unsettling queasiness forms in the pit of your stomach, as if your gut already knows what the notifications are. You sigh as you pull your phone from your hoodie pocket and confirm your own suspicions.

@exposingjake: Aww, bless her heart. She really thinks he’s interested in her.

Another unseen photo of you and Jake together flashes onto the screen. This time, other accounts in the comments are tagging you. You look through their profiles and realise that they are some of Connor’s friends.

Nasty fucking hoe!

That’s what she gets for cheating on my boy.

Hopefully he just drops her, give her a taste of her own medicine.

You try and fail to blink back the tears forming in your eyes. The room feels like it’s spinning furiously out of control as you drop your phone onto the bed, staring into the space that it filled. Jake grabs hold of your wrists, he’s speaking but you can’t hear him. The sound of your own heartbeat is thundering in your ears as Jake picks your phone up off the bed. After a few moments, he finds his own phone and disappears from your line of sight. It feels like hours have passed, but in reality it only takes a few minutes for Kat to come bounding into your room. Jake hands her your phone and her eyes widen momentarily, then fury paints her expression.

“Y/N, baby. Talk to me. What’s going on? Who is this?” Jake whispers, now at your side again.

You try to respond but instead the floodgates open, you sob and sob until there are no tears left in the world to cry. You sob as Jake and Kat both hold you, one on either side. You sob as Josh bursts into the room, hearing your wails from down the hall. You sob as he joins Kat and Jake, taking space behind you and curling into your back.

You aren’t sure what time it is when you wake, but it’s dark. As you find your bearings, you realise you’re in bed with Jake’s arms wrapped around you tightly. He looks so beautiful when he’s sleeping, his breath lightly tickling your forehead. You reach your hand out and cup his face, gently running your thumb across his cheekbone. You become painfully aware of an impending headache brewing, so you carefully manoeuvre from Jake’s arms without disturbing him and dig through your bag in search of some paracetamol. You find a bottle of water in the minibar and wash down the capsules, then your eyes happen upon a packet of Jake’s cigarettes and a lighter on the desk.

Another wouldn’t hurt right now.

Thankfully, your hotel room has a balcony, so you slip out into the cool evening air and light up, inhaling deeply. It’s a small moment of reprieve, but you’ll take all you can get at this point. You lean over the balcony, watching the traffic whizz past as the light breeze soothes your swollen face. After a few moments you hear the sliding door of the balcony squeaking open.

“Thought you’d run off with my cigarettes.”

You extend your hand to him, the cigarette carton open. He takes one and you flick the lighter, sparking up the end for him.

“Didn’t know you smoked.” He smirks.

“I don’t. Haven’t for around 10 years, but sometimes you just need one.”

“You wanna talk about it?”

You shrug.

“It’s not true, y’know. Those are old photos of me with fans.”

“They have a point though, Jake. I don’t know what the hell this is between us or what happens when you go back home.”

He quietly finishes the rest of his cigarette and walks over to you, taking your face in his hands.

“Y/N, you are everything to me. Do you know how much I thought about you after I left London? There’s not been a second that you haven’t been on my mind. Even when I’m playing on stage, I look out into the crowd and all I see is you at the front of the barricade.”

“But we live thousands of miles from each other, Jake. How is that going to work?” A tear rolls down your cheek again.

“Baby, please don’t cry. We’ll figure it out. I don’t want this to end… I want you to be mine.”

“You do?” The tears are falling harder now. Jake presses you into his chest, his arms wrapping around your back.

“I don’t know what you’ve done to me, but I am falling so fast and so hard. You’re so beautiful, inside and out. I, um… I actually started writing a song about you.”

“Is that what all those crumpled up pieces of paper were in your room?”

“You noticed those?” He chuckles, rubbing his palm across your back. “Yeah, I wanted to get my thoughts down onto paper but nothing quite captured how I feel, so I wrote the chords instead.”

“Will you play it for me?”

“Of course, angel. When it’s finished.”

You both stand there for a few moments, silently embracing. His hand stroking light circles onto your back is so comforting, you could almost fall asleep upright in his arms.

“I want to be yours too.”

He smiles against your forehead. “You want to be my girlfriend?”

“Is that you asking?”

“Yes.”

“Of course I do. But Jake, how-”

“Come home with me, to Nashville.”

You step back from him, your jaw dropping open. “What?”

“I’m not saying you have to uproot your life and move, but please just come back with me. Just for a bit?”

“Jake, I don’t have that kind of money. I’m unemployed, I was just about to start job searching.”

“I’ll take care of everything, please.”

“Can I at least think about it? I want to, like, so badly. But I need to talk to Kat, I’m supposed to be moving in with her.”

“Ok baby, think about it. But the offer doesn’t lapse, it’s an open invitation.”

The next day you roll out of bed early and make your way over to Kat’s hotel room. You knock on her door and are greeted by Sam, clad in the bathrobe that the hotel provides.

“Sam, is my best friend in there?”

“She is. Kat, you have a visitor.”

Kat pops her head under Sam’s arm and her expression changes to one of sadness.

“Baby girl, give me two seconds and I’ll be out.”

“Uhhh.. my room is kinda occupied.”

“Sam, can you leave us for a bit?”

“Yeah sure, I’ll go find Danny and see what he’s up to.” Sam pats your head and offers you a small smile as he walks past you.

You sit yourself down on Kat’s bed and she joins you.

“Are you ok?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Whoever is behind that account is just a fucking clout chaser, Y/N. Please don’t pay them any mind.”

“I actually came here to talk about something else…”

“Oh?” Kat’s eyebrows raise.

“Jake and I talked last night, he asked me to be his girlfriend.”

“Oh my fucking god! He told me he was going to ask you and I was wondering when he would actually find the balls!”

“What?! When?”

“He called me before we came out here… sorry, I couldn’t tell you. He made me promise.”

“You sneaky bitch!” You laugh, jabbing her ribs.

“Ok, so is that it?”

“No… he asked me to come back to Nashville with him for a while.”

“Shut the fuck up! What did you say?”

“I said I’d think about it. I’m supposed to be moving in with you.”

“Have a day off! Are you kidding, I’ll be fine. You have to go, Y/N!” She squeals, throwing her arms around you. “You deserve this, you deserve to finally be happy.”

You squeeze her tightly, rocking back and forth as you both giggle with excitement.

“Thank you so much, you’re the best friend a girl could ask for.”

“Just make sure you send me a postcard!”

You and Kat sit and talk cross-legged on her bed for a couple of hours, you tell her how much you’ll miss her and that you’ll message her every day. When you get back to your hotel room, Jake isn’t there. You can’t blame him, you left hours ago whilst he was still sleeping and didn’t give him any indication of where you were. You walk down the hall and knock on his door, but there’s no response. Sam’s room is situated opposite Jake’s, so you knock there next. No response. You sigh, pulling your phone from your jeans, but you’re cut off by the sound of laughter coming from further down the hall. You follow the sound, until you reach another door. You can hear the faint sounds of Danny’s voice, so you knock. Danny opens the door and smiles down at you.

“Hey, Danny. Any chance you’ve seen Jake today?”

He stands to the side, unveiling all 3 Kiszka brothers in fits of laughter.

“Having a party in here, boys?” You wink.

Josh leaps forwards, pulling you into a hug. “Now the party has started! Hello, Songbird.”

“Hey, Josh.” You giggle, ruffling his curls.

“I suppose you’re here to see my other half?”

Jake looks up and you nod. He stands from his seat on the sofa and follows you out of the room.

“Your room?” You ask.

“Yeah, sure.”

He presses the keycard to the reader on his door and motions for you to enter. As he walks in you grab his arms and send him hurtling backwards onto the bed. He chuckles as you climb on top of him, pressing kisses on every inch of his face.

“What’s this for?”

“Just wanted to show my boyfriend some appreciation.”

“Your boyfriend, hm? Is that your way of saying yes?”

“Thought I said yes last night.”

“Not definitively.” He retorts, snapping his teeth at you.

“Well, I couldn’t not call you my boyfriend when I’m travelling across the world for you.”

He sits up, lifting you up with him so you’re straddling his hips. His face is inches away from yours as he looks you dead in the eyes.

“You’re coming? To Nashville?”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

He grunts and presses his fingers into the meat of your hips, pulling you down onto him. You stifle a moan at the friction. You feel his heart rate pick up in his chest as he brings his lips to yours, kissing you passionately. His tongue laps over yours as he brings his hand forward to palm at your breast.

“Fuck me.” You breathe.

Within seconds he’s on top of you, pulling your t-shirt over your head and kissing a trail from your neck down to your navel. You shimmy out of your jeans and he begins to pull your thong to the side, kissing at the skin on your inner thigh, but you lift his chin up to stop him from making contact with your core.

“No, I want you inside of me.”

“Someone’s demanding today.” He smirks, dipping his fingers into the waistband of your thong and pulling them off. She stands to remove his own clothes and settles back on top of you. His fingers graze over your clit and you buck up into his hand.

“Jake, pleeease. Fuck me.” You whine.

“Patience, angel. I just wanna feel how wet you are first.”

He slips a finger into you and hums with satisfaction, then brings it to his lips and sucks on the digit.

“Like fucking honey.” He croons into your ear.

Using your hand, you line him up with your entrance and he pushes in, stretching you out with his length.

“Fuck.” You whine.

“How do you want it?”

“Hard. So fucking hard.”

His hands curl over your knees, pushing them back towards your chest. The thrusts into you and you yelp, the tip of his cock hitting against your cervix. The combination of pleasure and pain is intoxicating. As if your reaction is spurring him on, he begins snapping his hips into you hard and fast, each thrust eliciting soft moans from your lips. He brings a hand to your throat and squeezes, causing the blood to rush to your head. Your eyes roll back as you chant his name, the orgasm building quickly within the pit of your stomach. He curses loudly, sweat collecting at his hairline as he drives into you.

“You’re such a good fucking girl for me. So beautiful, taking me so well.”

His words push you over the edge, your walls fluttering around him.

“Jake, don’t stop! I’m cumming!”

“Cum for me angel, I’m there.” He breathes as his face contorts. As the dam shatters inside you, his hips sputter and his release mixes with yours. He fucks you through it until you float down from your high. He leans forward and captures you in a gentle kiss, the gesture saying a thousand unspoken words of adoration.

Once you’ve cleaned yourself up, you hear a knock at the door. You pull on Jake’s bathrobe and pad over, opening the door to see Kat standing there, beaming from ear to ear.

“Guess who’s coming to Nashville, baby!”

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daily reminder day 96: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now him and richie are sitting at the dining room and doing work on their laptops. sometimes they do this, where even though they’re doing their own separate work on their laptops, it’s still a way to spend time together between their busy schedules during the week. really any time together is precious. eddie’s typing away on his laptop when he feels richie’s eyes on him. he looks up after a few seconds, fingers still going on his keyboard (a little trick he picked up way back in college to multitask), to see richie wearing an adoring grin with his chin in the palm of his hand. this is like the third time in the last hour richie’s done that. feigning annoyance, despite richie’s gaze making goosebumps rake his body, eddie says as he looks back down at his screen, “take a picture, it’ll last longer.” as expected, richie only laughs to himself, unaffected by eddie’s snarky comment. next thing eddie knows, there’s a flash in his direction and the sound of a phone camera snapping and it makes eddie look back up at richie with a wide eyes. “you said take a picture, say ‘cheese’, babe,” richie says. eddie gives him the finger instead, attempting (and failing) to not smile. richie takes the picture anyway. “that’s good, too. you’re a natural.” eddie rolls his eyes, “you’re insufferable, don’t you have a script you should be working on?” richie’s smile hasn’t faded yet. “yes, but i keep getting distracted. you’re just so pretty, my love.” eddie finally let’s his smile free, not being able to help it anymore as his cheeks warm. he kind of has a soft spot when richie calls him that and many other phrases like it. still, he says “you’re so cheesy.” richie just takes another picture before putting his phone down and getting back to his own work. “and you love it.” later that night, eddie gets an instagram notif saying that richie tagged him in a post. eddie opens it and sees that the post are of the pictures richie took of him earlier that day, including the one of him blushing and smiling that’s only designated for richie, with the caption “he can be so distracting.” eddie smiles to himself, but that doesn’t stop him from tackling richie (affectionately) for exposing him.

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real friends / jake ‘hangman’ seresin x reader / part five

oooooo.... this one may be frustrating for y’all, I apologize in advance

real friends / jake ‘hangman’ seresin x reader / part five

one / two / three / four

word count: 3k

warnings: language, angst, (not so) thinly veiled jealousy

The Hard Deck was rather busy, seeing as it was Friday night, and you had to bob and weave through the crowd to get to the pool tables, the spot that was deemed Dagger Squad territory no matter how bustling it got.

“Bobby!” you exclaimed, throwing your arms around him, “I’ve missed you.”

He chuckled, “it’s only been a week, Cobra,” he reminded you and you shook your head.

“You left me all alone with this lot,” you pretended to pout and smiled as Hangman handed you a drink, “already making good on the bet I see, thought I’d have to remind you.”

“Bet?” Bob asked, but was interrupted as Rooster and Phoenix abandoned their game to join you, noticing your arrival.

“Care to explain this?” she asked you, procuring her phone and showing you the photo Hangman had snapped in the air on Instagram, not even really being able to tell it was you spare a glimpse of your call sign on your helmet, captioned ‘no such thing as vacation with this one around ✈️’

“Hmm?” you mused, giving her a smirk. “Oh, just sold our souls to Cyclone for a little air time… made a bet about who could spot open water on the East Coast first.”

“Y’all flew all that way?” Rooster asked.

“Even stopped in Corpus Christi, met an Admiral who had plenty of compliments for the top two pilots.” Hangman smirked and you shoved him with your shoulder.

“Be modest, Bagman, most of it was for me.”

“The irony of you telling me to be modest while fanning your own flames in the process,” he shook his head.

“I am the one that made it to the Atlantic first, no?” you asked and then nodded when he had nothing to say, “that’s what I thought.”

“You two are unbelievable,” Rooster muttered, returning to his game. You chatted with Bob about his time with his family, trying to keep the names of all his nieces and nephews straight as he showed you photos of everything he got up to in his hometown, smiling at the light in his eyes as he recalled it all. You briefly thought to yourself Bob was going to make an excellent family man one day.

“Hey Pen, another one on Hangman’s tab,” you said as you approached the bar.

“Heard about your little journey today,” she said with a knowing glance, “you two and Maverick… so much alike,” she said with a shake of her head as she glanced at the other pilot down the bar, lapping up the attention of a girl who was looking at him absolutely enthralled by whatever he was saying.

You shrugged, following her eyes before returning back to watch as she prepared your drink, “can’t help it, the skies were calling,” you joked and caught the attention of a patron to your right.

“The skies? Are you a flight attendant?” he asked, scooting down a chair to be right next to you as you waited and you took a moment to appraise him. Wasn’t too bad on the eyes, maybe a little too cookie cutter, but you weren’t opposed to a little light flirting this evening if you chose to look past his questionable remark.

“Naval aviator,” you corrected and he raised his eyebrows in surprise.

“Wow, sounds scary… wouldn’t picture someone so sweet doing such a thing,” he said, eyes raking over you and you’d decided maybe you were opposed to flirting.

“Can’t judge a book by its cover,” you replied simply.

“Especially not this one,” Penny said, setting your drink in front of you with a smirk, “the President himself has presented her with honors for her skill and bravery.” You flushed under her praise, sure it was true but even though your ego could go head-to-head with Hangman’s, you weren’t quite so brazen with it.

“Is that so? Didn’t realize I was in the midst of a hero. I would love to hear all about it over a drink,” he propositioned, eyes trailing south again.

“Well, close your eyes and point in this bar, everyone here except for you is in the Navy. If you’ll excuse me, my friends are waiting for me.” you said with a curt smile, rolling your eyes as you left the simpleton in your wake.

Rooster chuckled as you returned, “looks like you broke a heart over there,” and you spared a glance at the man who returned to his original seat, nursing a beer as he pretended to be enthralled with the baseball game on TV.

“This is why I don’t go after anyone,” you sighed, “they hear what I do and then make comments about me being so sweet and look at me like I’m food,” you said before taking a sip of your margarita.

“Didn’t like him for you anyways,” he shrugged, “looks like he works in a bank.”

You laughed, “he does, doesn’t he?” You slipped into a game of darts with Phoenix, her coming out on top and you frowned as she did a little victory lap around you. “You’re lucky you’re cute, Phe.”

“Careful, Mads will sense your flirtations and send the cavalry.” she joked.

“Send them,” you teased, booping her nose and returning to your seat by the window.

“Saw you making small talk with a rather simple civilian earlier,” Hangman observed, sliding into the seat next to you and you had no response, keeping your attention on Bob and Rooster’s pool game. “No dice?” he asked.

“Didn’t realize you were so curious about my potential prospects,” you said.

“So he’s a prospect?”

“No, assumed I was a flight attendant… said I was sweet,” you took a sip of your drink.

He snorted, “sweet. And I take it you proved him wrong?”

“More or less,” you shrugged, “and what about that blonde at the bar? She seemed very intrigued by you.”

“Didn’t realize you were so curious about my potential prospects,” he repeated your earlier words.

“I’m not, just thought it’d be friendly to return the favor.” You bristled, not entirely sure why you cared. It wasn’t like it wasn’t a classic Hangman move… find a cute girl at the bar, say one or two vague things about the dangers of being a Naval pilot and secure a hookup with no real effort on his part.

“Very friendly,” he mused, gulping down his beer and you looked at him for a moment before rolling your eyes and going to stand next to Rooster, helping him plan his next shot as you tried to keep your attention anywhere but on the pilot who was insistent on keeping his eyes on you.

“Celebrity shot?” Rooster asked, handing you his pool cue.

“Oh come on, that is entirely unfair,” Bob protested, “she’s the best of any of us.”

Rooster shrugged, “I’m entitled to one celebrity shot per game, as are you.” You chuckled, lining up your shot and sinking a ball, effectively breaking up the cluster that had been making the game so difficult in the process. You continued on through your turn, helping Rooster all but secure his victory before Bob decided to give his to Hangman, not entirely realizing what he was doing in the process.

“Makes sense you two’d give up the crucial shots to the big boys,” he smirked, taking Bob’s cue and doing exactly what you had done, only missing on the last striped ball remaining for Bob.

“Don’t fuck this up,” you muttered to Rooster, not caring before about the outcome but now completely invested. Unfortunately, he did, leaving the last shot for Bob, and subsequently the eight ball wide open for him to win and Hangman cheered, clapping Bob on the shoulder.

“It’s alright, princess, you’ll get ‘em next time,” he smirked. You weren’t sure why you were so on edge this evening. Perhaps it was what had plagued your mind during the flight today, or the insinuation of looking nothing more than a flight attendant, or the way that girl pawed at Hangman’s bicep as she giggled dumbly at whatever he’d said but you simply weren’t having it tonight. You grabbed the triangle from where it hung on the light fixture above the table and thrust it at him.

“Rack ‘em,” you demanded, taking the pool cue from Rooster who raised his eyebrows at you. You watched as he broke, and thus began the dance, the two of you going back and forth as the balls slowly dwindled from the table.

“You seem tense tonight, Gopher, disappointed your lead didn’t pan out?” he asked as you pulled back to strike, faltering at his words and missing your target entirely. You straightened out with a sigh, shooting him a glare.

“Don’t you have a bimbo to disappoint, Bagman? Or is playing pool with me the best shot at satisfaction you have tonight?” Your game had attracted the attention of all of your friends, who’d picked up on the underlying layer of contempt that had been missing in the few weeks since your reconciliation.

“Sweetheart, I never disappoint,” he said, sinking a shot, “perhaps I could show you sometime, might loosen you up a little bit.” he smirked, making another. Phoenix’s eyes widened as she looked at Fanboy, who just shrugged. You lied in wait for him to miss, taking your position and bending over the table with a newfound desire to shut him up.

“You could stand to tighten up, Hangman. You might beat me occasionally on the ground, but we all know you’ll never catch me in the air,” you cleared a few shots, taking a step back when it was his turn.

“You might be fast, but where you excel in speed you lack in precision,” he replied, moving himself one step closer to winning and you silently prayed he’d miss his next shot.

“Is that why I was selected for the uranium mission and you weren’t?” you asked, internally sighing in relief when the cue ball bounced off the side of the table, leaving you wide open to clear your last two. Phoenix gave you a look across the table, almost as if she was warning you as you sank the eight ball, and you ignored it as you stood up and turned to him, “face it, Bagman, we’ll do this dance until the day we die but I’m always going to come out on top.” You said with a wink, sliding the cue into its spot on the wall before grabbing your drink and walking out onto the patio, desperately needing a little distance, but unfortunately that was not in the cards.

“What the hell is your deal tonight?” he asked, having followed you out and you sighed as you turned to face him.

“Excuse me?”

“Why do you have a stick up your ass tonight?”

“I do not have a stick up my ass,” you rolled your eyes.

“I cannot believe I’m the one saying this but would it kill you to lighten up?”

“Me? You’re the one that started it!” you all but shouted. “What, were the past two days too nice for you, couldn’t stand not being a complete asshole for a whole forty-eight hours?”

“The past two days were great, you were the one who decided to get your panties in a twist over some girl I wasn’t even interested in.”

“You asked first! And I couldn’t care less about the tavern folk you choose to occupy your time with,” you said, turning your attention back towards the water.

“Tavern folk? Do you hear yourself?”

“Is that not what she is? You seriously haven’t noticed her in here before, or how it was Rooster last week, Coyote the week before… probably going to be Fanboy next week, you really have your sights set high, Seresin.” you said, turning to face him.

“Better than a carbon copy of every other finance bro who immediately assumes I’m a meek little girl who’s lucky to have his attention.”

“At least he hasn’t been seen trying to get with every single member of our squad.”

“But you couldn’t care less?” he asked, taking a step closer to you and you tried to step back but collided with the railing separating you from the sand.

“No, I really couldn’t, by all means go back in there and seal the deal. But for your own sake I really hope you have a condom,” you sneered and he just shook his head at you.

“God, do you ever stop judging everyone around you for even two seconds?”

“I’m judgmental? The first thing out of your mouth was a dig at a guy who merely tried to make conversation with me.”

“And you couldn’t wait to call her a bimbo in front of half the bar, really feminist of you by the way.”

“Don’t you dare,” you pointed a finger at him and he simply pushed it away, “I’m not judging Hangman, I’m glad you’re seeking out girls with similar morals to your own.”

“Morals? Do you really think that fucking low of me, Cobra?”

“Merely observing what I see, Hangman,” you replied and took a moment to steady your breathing as he stared down at you, face only inches from your own.

“You are insufferable,” he repeated his words from earlier in the day, however they were missing the teasing lilt they’d once held, “do you ever just shut up?”

“You make it impossible-” you were cut off by his lips slamming against your own, thoroughly caught off guard and you wanted to put up a fight, you really did. You wanted to remind yourself of everything you’d decided upon earlier this afternoon, but it was simply escaping you at this moment in time as your lips moved in tandem with his, but it all came rushing back to you as he gripped your waist and you pushed him back. “God, what is wrong with you? You can’t just kiss me-”

“Stop talking,” he muttered, pulling you back in and kissing you with more passion than you’d ever felt before, making your knees go weak as you fell into him. Despite your body’s wishes to give yourself over to the feeling, to acknowledge how much you enjoyed his lips on your own, the way he lightly gripped the hair at the base of your neck your mind wouldn’t let you and you pushed him back once more.

“Is that all I am to you? Another notch in your belt?”

“Cobra, how could you possibly think that?” he asked, not quite letting go of you yet.

“Because that’s who you are, Hangman. I’m not- I’m not doing this with you.” you said, suddenly feeling a wave of emotions surging just beneath the surface and you disentangled yourself from him and all but ran back into the bar to grab your purse.

“Cobra, please tell Phoenix that- whoa, hey are you okay?” Rooster asked as you retrieved your bag from Bob who’d been keeping an eye on it.

“Peachy, I’ll see you all later.” Rooster blocked your path, tugging you a few feet away from everyone.

“What just happened?” his eyes were searching your own intently and you just shook your head.

“I’m fine, Roo, just want to get out of here.”

He looked behind you at the door you’d just come through, seeing Hangman trickle in looking just as upset as you did, “did he do something?”

You shook your head again, “nothing like what you’re thinking, I just… I need to get out of here, please let me go?” you pleaded, looking up at him and he nodded, guiding you towards the back door where you slipped out into the dark night.

Your fingers ghosted over your lips, where Jake’s had been not minutes ago and you felt like you could be sick with the inner turmoil wreaking havoc on your body. You wanted to give in, to turn yourself over to something that had encroached on the darkest corners of your mind and throw caution to the wind but you just couldn’t, not with Jake. Not when you knew how he worked, when you saw the aftermath of his one nights stands firsthand through not-so-subtle glares at the bar to the one time a girl went so far as to throw a drink in his face… you couldn’t go there, couldn’t be hurt by him because if you allowed yourself to feel what was bubbling just below the surface you weren’t sure you would ever recover when it inevitably crashed and burned. You couldn’t jeopardize your working relationship, the dynamic with your friends… you couldn’t be the pilot with the entire field of aviation at her feet who lost it all because she got distracted by a boy.

But none of that changed how good he felt against you, how his touch set every fiber of your being aflame, how now that you knew what it felt like to be kissed by Jake Seresin you wanted more. It didn’t change that in the last few weeks you’ve craved his company, hoped every text was from him, and went out of your way to tell stupid jokes to hear that infectious laughter. It didn’t change that when the standard work-related nightmares tore through your subconscious and jolted you awake the comfort you found yourself wanting was him. Stepping into the foyer of your home you allowed yourself to crumble, to slide down the front door and let the emotions free as you realized the one simple truth you’d been trying to overlook since the moment you laid eyes on him: Jake Seresin was trouble, and you were in love with him despite it all.

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yamahex · 2 years

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Playboy Image Pt. 2

Contains 17+ Smut

A/N: Shit. Here y’all go I hope you like this more, the beginning is the same as the first one but we ball. I might have went too far at the end, oh well💀

A couple days passed after the argument and Jack still hadn’t called you. Deep down you knew he wasn’t serious about the relationship but that didn’t make it hurt any less.

You rolled over on your bed towards the sound of your phone and your eyes widened at the notification.

champagnepapi:

Aye you should come to this party tonight

(Random Address) @ 10

Hope to see you there

Even without Jack you were known in the social stance, having been a radio host/ influencer. But you never thought that Drake would invite you to a party. You and him had briefly spoken before to set up a interview and he seemed to take a liking to you afterwards.

“Fuck it.”

Instead of feeling sorry for yourself in your house why not feel sorry at a party? Clicking from your keyboard rang out.

I’ll be there

Your eyes glanced at the corner of your phone and saw you only had two hours left to get ready. Then you got off the bed and made your way to the bathroom to shower.

After your shower you did a simple but classy makeup look and put on one of your best dresses. Obviously Jack would be there with it being Drake’s party, so you had to show off. You decided to delete all the pictures of you and Jack off your page before leaving.

The two hours went by fast and soon enough you were pulling up to the address. The valet opened your car door and you marveled at the extravagant house. Your heels clacked against the concrete steps as you walked up to the entrance alongside a bunch of other people.

Immediately you felt out of place, you had connects but this was technically a high profile event. While looking around your eyes fell upon Drake standing next to Jack. Both of their eyes widened and Drake excused himself to walk over to you. Jack’s eyes lingered on your figure, then on the interaction.

“I’m glad you came, you look amazing.” He leaned down to give you a hug, which you accepted.

“Thank you for inviting me! This was very much needed.” His arm wrapped around your shoulder.

“Shit let’s enjoy ourselves then.”

Throughout the night you mingled, drank and danced. It was a much needed relief from your emotions. But every so often you felt eyes on you. And you knew exactly who those eyes belonged to.

He hadn’t stopped looking at you since you entered the party.

“Aye let’s take a pic real quick!” You were pulled out of your thoughts by Drake. A smile appeared on your face as you looked at the camera. You wrapped your arm around his neck and he wrapped his around your waist.

You decided to plant a kiss on his cheek for the picture which Drake absolutely loved.

Jack watched with dark eyes.

After the picture was taken he showed you to get your approval. Your head nodded and he instantly posted it to Instagram and tagged you with the caption:

“WCE”

His arm lingered on your waist and you turned to look at him. You took in his features, suddenly feeling tension build. His eyes raked down your body then connected with yours. He titled his head towards the direction of the stairs and without thinking you nodded.

You took a deep breath as he grabbed your hand and led you up the stairs. Your eyes briefly connected with Jack’s and his expression was filled with utter shock.

The next few moments went by in a flash. All the sudden you were bouncing on top of Drake with your head tossed back in ecstasy. Your moans rang out through the room. Both of your orgasms ripped through your body as you felt his cum spurt inside you.

Jack’s eyes widened with his ear pressed against the door. Were you really fucking Drake right now?? His mind was blank and his heart was racing. His next moves were made off impulse.

The sound of the door swinging open startled you and Drake. Jack walked up to you and pulled you off of him making you feel his semen run down your thighs. You shook yourself out of his grasp and covered yourself with a sheet.

It looked as if steam was coming out of his ears.

“What the fuck Jack, what’s your issue?”

“You’re fucking my girl bro.”

Drakes eyes widened and you turned to look at him.

“I’m single, just like Jack.”

“You’ve gone too far, all this because I won’t post your ass??!”

“This had nothing to do with that Jack, god you’re so selfish. I did this cause I wanted to. Him being your idol just happened to be a extra bonus. Maybe you should think about that next time you try to play someone.” You smirked at him and his eyebrows furrowed in anger. He turned to walk out of the room.

“Hey Jack.” He turned around to look at you. The smirk was still evident as you moved the sheet and allowed him to see the cum running down your legs.

“How’s that for your playboy image?”

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꒰ ৎ୭ ꒱ . . MOST POPULAR VENUS x DEEPDIVE SHIPS !

DeepDive and VENUS are Angelico entertainment's most profitable artists, raking in over an alleged $150 million in profits. A common way Angelico capitalizes on their success is by pairing them together either for group collaborations or pairing two members of the groups together. While most of the girls have been paired up with nearly every DeepDive, more pairs are more popular than others. Here are the top OT4 Venus x DeepDive ships!

⊹ . ♡ ۫ . JISUNG x AKI - JIKI

Jisung and Aki are known as the "parents" of their groups, earning them the "mom and dad" title. They weren't originally a promoted pair until fans began commenting on how well they got along during a variety show both DeepDive and Venus appeared on. Since then, they are one of the more promoted duos, mainly appearing on variety and/or reality shows together. They have yet to release any music together despite fans asking for a unit debut.

FAN FAVORITE MOMENT !

Jisung takes a bite of his buldak ramen, shaking his long hair out of his face as he tries to enjoy his meal. He and Aki are on a reality program, eating outside on the grass with the hosts and other guests. The editing is more than enough and sound effects are abundant. Aki looks up from her food when Jisung makes a small grunt when he has to push his hair out of his face again. She puts her chopsticks down to crawl behind the boy. Jisung doesn't look up from his bowl, eating as if he hasn't eaten all day which is probably true.

Aki pulls his hair back, fingers raking through the silky black locks to tie it up with a pretty purple hairband. The hosts who sit across from them, look at each other in shock before one of them points at them like they just did a flip. "They're casual! Do you two do this often?" The deep-voiced host asks loudly, making Aki laugh. Jisung looks up from his bowl with a boisterous laugh, nodding.

"She always does my hair," Jisung shares, "It only looks so nice because of her."

Aki beams as she crawls back to her spot, taking her bowl into her lap, and stirring the ramen inside it with her chopsticks.

"I love his hair," Aki tells the hosts with a nod, "All boys should have long hair.

⊹ . ♡ ۫ . BAEBI x FINN - 2ACES

Finn and Yoonah are both the centers of their groups. It was no surprise to anyone when they were the first Deepdive x Venus subunit to debut. Their unit, called AFTERPARTY, debuted in 2020 with the song "Troublemaker" which was received well by the general public though there were complaints on how friendly the pair seemed to be. They are the most touchy duo, fueling shippers and theories that they are secretly dating despite both of them adamantly denying that they're dating. They aren't seen together as much as they used to be but they still appear on each other's Instagram stories.

FAN FAVORITE MOMENT !

Yoonah and Finn practice their choreography which has always been on the mature side. They get plenty of comments about it from netzens every time they promote but nothing ever changes. Yoonah counts off the beats in groups of sevens. They're recording on an iPhone that is propped up on a chair for a vlog, it's clearly spotted in the dance room mirror they're practicing in front of.

Finn stands in front of Yoonah, half his face covered by a black facemask. Yoonah slides out from behind him, ending up beside him with her back towards the mirror. Her hair in a messy ponytail that swings when she turns her head around to look at Finn through the mirror, dawning a matching black facemask.

"So when I slide out, you're going to put your hand on my ass–"

"On your ass?" Finn repeats in shock, stepping out of place and out of his serious practice mode. His reaction makes Yoonah laugh, stepping out of position to face him still laughing as Finn looks back and forth from Yoonah's reflection to her really standing in front of him.

"I'll move my hips to the beat when you do it and it'll look-"

"Why do they want my hand on your ass?" Finn questions, laughing at himself now. Yoonah laughs harder at his confusion, hitting his chest playfully before wrapping her arms around him in a hug. Finn loosely wraps his arms around her, still stunned at the direction the choreography was going. He blinks at their reflection before shaking his head.

"On stage? They want us to do that on stage?" It's outrageous to Finn but Yoonah looks used to it. Finn shakes his head in disbelief again, patting the top of Yoonah's head. "They're whoring us out."

The clip cuts with a TV static sound effect to a stage performance of the duo, performing their song "Troublemaker" on music shows. It's the same move they practiced, Yoonah sliding out from behind Finn but his hand never touches her ass, only hovering over it if even that. In some clips, his hand rests on her back while she swings her hips to the beat.

⊹ . ♡ ۫ . CHLOE x BLUE - CLUE

Their relationship is so brand-friendly it's not even funny. They acted together in an Angelico-produced web drama once and the public just cannot let them go. It's clear their relationship is strictly business as they're never seen together outside of schedules which only makes fans like them more for some reason. It's also clear they irritate the hell out of each other, resulting in a lot of compilations of the pair being annoyed with each other.

FAN FAVORITE MOMENT !

The video is shot by a fansite as Chloe and Blue step out to get their pictures taken. They're emcees for Mcountdown, dressed in coordinating purple outfits.

Chloe points to the spot to her right for Blue to stand next to her but he looks at her confused, annoyed even, saying something the camera clearly can't pick up. Chloe looks up at him like he's stupid, brows knit and jaw slightly ajar as she points more aggressively to her right, saying something that looks harsh.

Blue rolls his eyes, turning towards the flashing cameras. In an instant, both of them put on award-winning smiles and poses for the camera, causing the crowd to laugh as if the whole ordeal was a planned bit. Chloe waves sweetly to her fansites before putting half a heart up, expecting Blue to finish the other half. Blue is too busy waving to his fansites to notice, causing Chloe to drop her smile and glare at the boy that towered over her.

In his own time, he notices her heart, chuckling to himself as he makes the other half of the heart, smiling brightly to the cameras. It's cute, they're a cute-looking pair. Chloe drops her hand before bowing, waving bye to the crowd which prompts Blue to do the same.

Blue puts his arm out for Chloe to take, a bit they've done since they've been paired together, but Chloe pretends not to see the gesture walking briskly back into the Mcountdown studio.

⊹ . ♡ ۫ . JIAH x JACOB - DOUBLE J

Like Aki and Jisung, Jiah and Jacob, affectionately called double J, don't have any official content together. They are mainly seen together on their social media and sometimes they will feature in each others' vlogs. Though the pair have not had any official activities together, Jacob has produced a few songs for Jiah and Jiah has admitted to recording a few demos for songs Jacob has written and produced. They're admittedly very close and have a very tight bond.

FAN FAVORITE MOMENT !

Jiah adjusts her camera to get both her and Jacob in frame. They're clearly in his studio by how dim the lights are and the various Wanna One posters on the wall. Jiah looks at the camera before shooting up a peace sign, smiling as she puts a to-go box in front of them.

"Jacob and I got mochis," Jiah says with a nod as she opens the box, letting Jacob take the first powdery treat from the box.

"I got them. Jiah didn't want to pay for them."

"Don't tell them that. Shut up," She tells him half-heartedly, laughing as she takes a mochi from the box, showing it to the camera before taking a bite. They eat in silence for a few beats, both of them giving thousand-yard stares as they chew before Jiah abruptly turns her head back toward his wall.

"So weird you were in Wanna One," Jiah says as she swallows her bite. Jacob looks at the posters with an uninterested grunt, taking another bite of his almost-finished mochi. "What was your favorite song?" Jiah asks, turning back towards Jacob who puts his hand in the box to get another mochi but freezes when the question is asked.

There's a silence in the room that has Jiah looking back and forth between him and the camera, waiting for an answer. When Jacob swallows the last of the food in his mouth, he laughs a bit, shrugging his broad shoulders.

"I'll be honest...I don't remember any of them," Jacob tells her with a nervous laugh that makes Jiah crack up, hitting his arm as the two of them fall into a fit of laughter. Jacob's head falls on Jiah's shoulder before lifting quickly, shrugging his shoulders again.

"When they–When they called me! For 2021 MAMA I was like "Burn it up? What song is that?" Like I don't remember anything from that group, Klara. I don't remember being there." His confession only makes them laugh harder, Jiah's head falling on the table slowly with a dull thud that makes the camera shake a bit before falling over. The screen is black but their laughs can still be heard.

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The Only Option

Rowaelin Month 2022, Day 4: Royalty/Modern Royalty AU

Word count: 1,035

Warnings: uhhh...none ;)

Enjoy!!

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Aelin’s heels clacked angrily against the marble flooring of the palace as she strode through the halls, completely ignoring the way her PR assistants practically chased after her, babbling about all the press opportunities this would entail, all the ways she could use her expansive platform to promote this--this news. All in her parents’ favor, of course.

In Terrasen’s favor.

Fuck Terrasen’s favor.

This was anything but an event Aelin wanted to publicize. But being the crown princess of Terrasen meant that she had very little if any say in what she did and didn’t publicize on her carefully curated public Instagram account and to the news outlets.

Successfully outdistancing the chattering PR team--as much as she deeply appreciated everything they did for her, she couldn’t stand to be around them a second longer--Aelin ducked through the doorway that led to the back stairs, kicked off her heels, and stormed up the stairs two at a time until she reached the top, where she pushed through another door into the royal family’s private wing. She flicked a glance around the hallway, a tiny piece of herself relieved to find it empty, rushed into her rooms, making sure to close and lock the door behind her, and sank down onto the plush carpet, flinging her heels halfway across the space, face in her hands.

Fuck.

The absolute last thing she wanted to do this year was get married.

She’d had a hectic enough day, what with being hounded by her publicist to set an actual date to appear on national TV as a guest on The Dorian Havilliard Show on top of the upcoming visit from the Eyllwe diplomats, the rapidly approaching fall elections, and constantly worrying that she was both overtaxing herself and not doing nearly enough to fulfill her role as crown princess. Every time she turned around, it seemed, there was someone else either shoving a clipboard in her face or badgering her with endless inane questions, and she’d just about had it.

And she’d barely had a spare second that day to see Rowan, to spend even a few seconds in his presence. Gods, she needed him and his eternally-present calm, needed him to pull her back to reality.

Then her parents informed her that they were calling a private meeting after dinner, and her mind started churning with all the possibilities of what could be wrong. War? Stock market crash? Drought? Famine? Epidemic outbreak? Death?

None of her worst-case scenarios included the night’s heart-stopping news.

“We don’t want to do this either,” Evalin said softly, worry lines creased into her forehead, “but Fireheart, I--” The queen of Terrasen drew in a shuddering breath. “I don’t know if we have any other options left.”

Rhoe laid his hand atop his wife’s, the lines etched around his exhausted eyes deepening. “We aren’t going to force you two to jump headlong into a proposal,” he added. “I promise, Fireheart.”

Aelin’s lips were pressed into a flat, tense line. “Dad!” she burst out, bracing her hands atop the table. “Don’t I get an explanation?” She raked her hands through her loose hair, her claw clip long since discarded. “I’m twenty-two, Dad, not twelve. I’m an adult and perfectly capable of comprehending the reasoning behind what you say. And if you don’t offer an explanation, I’ll be forced to make my own.”

The king of Terrasen whooshed out a deep sigh, exchanging a loaded stare with his queen.

Aelin bit her lower lip. “I hate it when you two do that.”

“Read each other’s minds?” Evalin quipped, trying to ease the tension.

Aelin cracked a hint of a grin. “Or something. It’s honestly a little bit creepy.” She dropped back into her seat. “Talk to me. Please.”

“The Revisionists are clamoring again,” Rhoe began, tapping on the tablet that laid atop the table in the small, private conference room where they were.

“They’ve always been all talk and no action,” Aelin said skeptically, arching a brow.

Her father’s eyes seemed to age ten years. “Not this time.” He swiped a set of images across the screen, rotating the tablet so Aelin could fully see it. “These were captured on various cameras and cell phones two nights ago in the northeast districts, near the…well, the seedier parts of town.” Aelin nodded, she knew exactly which part of Orynth her father was referencing. “This is more than talk, Fireheart.”

The images burned into Aelin’s eyes, her mind. Raised fists, explicit signs, torches and fireworks and even a few homemade weapons of other sorts, violent graffiti on alley walls, a crowd of shouting people clustered around a man in dark clothing with his hands cupped around his mouth. Movement through darkened streets, hurled bricks, shattered windows, slurs painted across businesses.

“They are inciting people towards outright rebellion,” Rhoe whispered, all the strain of the crown weighing heavy in his words. “And if we do not prove the monarchy can hold, can adapt with the times--”

He didn’t have to finish his sentence.

“They’re coming for us.” Aelin’s voice was hollow.

“Yes.” Evalin didn’t bother to sugarcoat anything. “Yes, they are.”

Aelin shook her head slowly. “Here’s what I don’t understand. What the hell is a royal wedding going to do to combat the Revisionists?”

“Language,” her mother chided automatically.

“Situation calls for mild swearing.”

“Fair enough.” The queen pursed her lips. “The Revisionists are all about removing what they see as the elitist nature of the monarchy. Something about needing people not born royal as their leaders.”

“The fact that this is a constitutional monarchy apparently being discarded,” Rhoe scoffed. “We try over and over to emphasize how the royal family does little more than sit in on Parliament’s meetings, yet we’re still the scapegoat.”

“That notwithstanding,” Evalin continued, “if we were to have a royal engagement, the crown princess and her well-known, generally beloved boyfriend, who was very much not born royal and holds quite a lot of popularity for it, well…” She trailed off, the conclusion apparent.

“I am not going to--to use Rowan like that.” Aelin’s voice was pure steel.

Her parents exchanged another silent, loaded glance.

“Fireheart,” her mother ventured, cautiously, “Rowan has already agreed.”

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The last birthday party Kieran had thrown was back in Idaho, over a decade ago. It was for one of his great-aunts. She was an unpleasant, childless old woman, for whom Kieran was forced to retrieved mail and rake leaves and deliver groceries, because no one else could stand to be in the same room as her. He’d held it in the basement of their church, themed it around “spring flowers,” furnished it with his own paper route money, and invited any congregant who could be bothered to stick around after services.

They ended up splitting the cake four ways: Kieran, his aunt, and his parents.

Kieran told Mai this story between breaths, as he hyperventilated in the bakery section of their local Whole Foods.

��I just—I don’t know…is this a stupid idea?” Kieran looked down at Mai, his eyes huge and pleading, like a kicked puppy. “Does Rhys even like cake?”

Mai leaned on the handle of a packed grocery cart, rubbing reassuring circles into Kieran’s back with their free hand. “No, of course not. He takes his coffee black and burns his bagels. But you can’t have a party without cake, right?”

“Oh my god, this is so stupid, he’s gonna hate this—” And Kieran, face in his hands, started wandering forlornly towards the produce department.

“Hey, fuck, wait!” With all the effort required to turn a shipping barge, Mai hauled the cart around and pushed it after Kieran, who was pacing anxiously up and down the aisle of exotic fruits. They stood at the end, obstructing access to the kiwis, and let him have a moment. Kieran, with his black hoody and black joggers—both of which Mai knew for a fact he ironed—looked like someone who wasn’t allowed to have anxiety. He was too tall and handsome and toned for that. In the nine months they’d known him, Mai had watched him break up three bar fights, change a stranger’s tire, find a lost dog, and extinguish a small garage fire before they could even call 911. He was friendly, goal oriented, generous, and unflappable—except when it came to Rhys.

Eventually, Mai walked over and grabbed him by the sleeve.

“Kier, look at me.” And when he did, Kierans eyes were red and the corners and his lip was trembling. “Rhys is going to like this party, because you did it for him, okay?”

“Mai, I don’t know—”

“Shh—shut up.” Mai grabbed him by the chin and brought his face towards theirs. “You take the next ten minutes to just walk around the store one more time, and find something that’s not cake that you think Rhys would like, okay? Nod if you’re following me.” He did. “And I’m gonna take the cart back to the bakery and get whatever the most obscene, expensive thing they have, so we all have something to put on Instagram. Nod again.”

Kieran did, and then a middle aged woman with a dog in her cart cleared her breath loudly at them, and the two of them straightened.

“Alright, meet you back at the register in ten, got it?” They patted Kieran’s cheek and he chuckled, then took a deep breath.

“Sounds good. And break!” And Kieran jogged off out of sight.

“Woo, sports!” Mai punched the air, and wheeled the cart back around towards cake.

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“Remember, trivia starts at eight-o-five, so try to get there at eight, exactly, okay?” Mai was in the apartment bathroom, combing product through their hair, trying to get to look like literally anything other than a cockatoo, and failing miserably.

Rhys leaned over the back of the couch to stare at them from around the corner. “Right. Eight-o-five. A very normal time for things to start.”

“I dunno, man, I’m not in charge. Oh—” Mai whipped around, sending a glop of styling gel flying. “And wear something nice to, uh. Intimidate the other players.”

“I’m assuming by ‘other players’ you mean, you, Kieran, and all the other losers who had nothing better to do on a Friday night, right?”

“Exactly.” They smeared the gel off the bathroom door and rubbed it into their hair. “Is this anything?”

“Jesus, relax.” Rhys yawned and went back to his book. It was as thick as a dictionary, with a black and white picture of a crying man on the cover. Very much his style. “Are you trying to pick someone up at my p—uh, at ‘trivia night?’”

Rhys knew.

Mai knew that Rhys knew because he was observant and they were unsubtle. It was completely unsurprising that the meticulously planned surprise party…wasn’t. What was surprising was that he hadn’t said anything about it. Mai was certain that Rhys would’ve objected if they’d told him outright that Kieran was doing something for him, but despite the increasing brazenness of Mai’s questioning and Kieran’s social media sleuthing, they’d made it to the night-of without Rhys putting his foot down.

It warmed Mai’s heart, just a little.

“…No, I just think that…the people organizing trivia…probably put a lot of work into…the trivia. And I think they would appreciate it if…we dressed up. For it. The trivia.” Mai stepped into the living room and held their arms out. “So. How do I look?”

Rhys dropped his book and tilted his head to the side, considering.

“You look like a sailor on a vintage can of sardines,” he said, flatly. “If they were also apprenticing to be a drag king at the cheapest bar in town.”

Mai held a hand to their chest and gasped. “That might be the…nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

Rhys rolled his eyes, but smiled a little bit, licking one of his fingers to turn a page. For a half second, Mai’s stomach churned at the thought that maybe this whole idea had been a mistake.

Rhys was an obstinately independent person, who loved control, order, and predictability. He didn’t like when people did things for him; they were never going to do it as well as he would. He enjoyed going out to find beautiful strangers to worship him for a night, but he relished even more coming home, donning his long brocade bathrobe, popping a gummy, and listening to an audiobook about a dead gay poet. It was painful, sometimes, to see him around Kieran—who wanted to do everything for everyone—and watch him begrudgingly allow himself to be cared for.

Mai hoped, desperately, that this wasn’t going to scare Rhys back into himself.

“Okay well, I’m going to head over early and help Kieran, uh. Um…”

“Find a good table?” Rhys offered without looking up.

Mai snapped, and pointed a finger gun in Rhys’s direction. “Bingo, exactly. You got it. Cool.” They cleared their throat. “So. Eight. I’ll see you then, right?”

“Mhm.”

“You sure?”

“Yes, yes, yes…”

Mai opened the door, but paused at the top of the stairs. “Um. And just, uh. Do me a favor?”

“Now you’re pushing it, Byrd.”

“Seriously, just…be nice?”

Rhys put the book down again, and met Mai’s eye across the apartment. He stared at them through his eyelashes, and they could see the tip of his tongue bitten between his front teeth. Finally, he took a breath and said, “Yes, Mai. I promise to be nice. At trivia.”

The bad news was that Kieran really did only know how to throw one kind of birthday party. The good news was that, this time, he had a much bigger budget and Mai’s design sense to help him.

In three hours, the two of them had covered every flat surface in the back room of their local bar/cafe/listening room/used book store/poetry dungeon/whatever with thousands of flowers. It turned out that after they’d left Whole Foods and dropped Mai back at the apartment, Kieran had gone to two more stores and wiped them clean of anything worth buying. There wasn’t much in the way of other decorations—a cluster of blue and violet balloons floated lamely in each corner—but there didn’t need to be. It was gorgeous.

And so was Kieran, even though he was pacing around the cake table and chewing on a thumbnail. Mai dragged themself away from the finger sandwiches to stand near him.

“Hey—” and Kieran jumped a little.

“Oh! Hi…”

“It looks good, Kier. He’s gonna love it.”

“But what if he doesn’t come?”

“Oh, don’t worry. Rhys always comes.” Mai elbowed him in the ribs and chuckled a little, but Kieran just stated at them wide-eyed. “Sorry, sorry, uh. Relax. He’s absolutely going to show. We still have three minutes til eight, and I told him to be punctual.” They grabbed Kieran’s lapels—black jacket over black shirt, unbuttoned one button past respectable—and then smoothed them down again. “And Sammy is out front ready to give me the signal when he sees him coming up the block.”

Sammy and Claudia Iglesias ran the convenience store down the street from Rhys’s shop. They came in for candles, an occasional tarot reading, and to bring Rhys food on holidays, or when they thought he looked like he needed some mothering. In return he bought all of his necessities from them, and once scared a burglar out of their store with nothing more than a baseball bat and some violent Welsh cursing. The guests at the party consisted of them, a handful of Rhys’s most loyal clients, a few people Mai had met through the local music scene, and an enormously buff woman Kieran introduced as his “gym buddy.” There was also a child of eleven or twelve (maybe? Mai was no good at guessing these things) who kept menacing the cake, and it was unclear whether he belonged to someone at the party, or one of the patrons at the cafe.

Whatever. The more the merrier.

Kieran took a deep breath, then let it out, and only then did Mai notice the white bakery box in his hands.

“Uh, whatcha get him, Kier?”

Kieran blushed, and bit his lip.

“Um. It’s silly, but, uh…” And when Kieran opened the box, there was a perfect red pomegranate sitting on a cupcake wrapper, with a candle stuck in the blossom end. “I’d never had one before I met him. The first time he made me breakfast…he taught me how to cut one open and he was careful but he still got juice all over his fingers and, uh…” Kieran went dark pink then, all the way up to his ears. Even Mai felt a little warm under their collar.

Then their phone chirped in their pocket.

“Oh my god, it’s Sammy, he’s here.” They turned to face the room, and hollered, “Missile incoming, places everybody!”

Mai took a lighter out of their back pocket and lit the pomegranate candle, just as Claudia turned down the lights. They took Kieran’s big beautiful face in their hands. “You’re perfect, don’t forget that. Rhys doesn’t…” Kieran was smiling back at them, huge and smitten and grateful. “You deserve each other. Now,” and Mai turned Kieran towards the door before smacking him on the ass. “Go get ‘em, tiger.”

#not to brag but i'm kinda on a roll #mai #rhys

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