#i never end up getting anywhere with oc's but i wanna change that.

[vintagepresley]

Pretty Baby

Chapter Three: Is It So Strange?

Pairing: Elvis Presley x OC Reader

Word Count: 10, 753 words

Warnings: 18+ Honestly there isn't anything too crazy. Tons of flirting, cursing, smoking, tons of fluff and cuteness, tiny bit angst towards the end and hint of smut. Typical Elvis stuff.

Author's Notes: Hi besties! So, I want to start off by saying this was way longer than intended that I actually didn't get to the very angsty parts I wanted to. So, I'll be adding that to the next chapter which will be drama filled and angsty. If you think that by the end of this chapter that these two will be together.. Well, I'm sorry to break the news.. Not quite yet. But I hope you enjoy this chapter of Elvis being super cute and tons of flirting and will they/won't they situations. I'm sorry once again for the slowburn of this story. But trust me when I say, the smut WILL be worth the wait! As always possible spelling errors! (Since they're in Vegas figured I'd change the cover art for this.)

Pretty Baby series

“Holy shit!” Rebecca thought to herself as she walked onto the Lisa Marie. She had never seen an airplane like this before. There was no doubt in her mind that his plane belonged to Elvis Presley. It seemed so surreal that someone was flying in such a style, but it didn’t surprise her at all with the way he dressed. Elvis and the guys couldn’t help but laugh amongst themselves as they saw the look of shock and awe on Rebecca’s face as she slowly walked into the main cabin. Elvis followed behind her with a smile and placed a hand against her lower back and she turned to face him with the same shocked expression which made that hiccuping laugh escape Elvis. 

“You wanna little tour?” he asked. 

She smiled at him and nodded. “Please?” she hummed. Elvis gave her a small nod and now slipped his arm around her waist and began to lead the way for the tour of his plane, starting with taking her to the cockpit to meet the pilot. Rebecca couldn’t help but notice that no matter who worked for him or who he met he was always so personable with everyone and they all seemed to really love him. She admired that and only furthered her comfort around him. After speaking with the pilot Elvis continued on with the tour, showing her the dining room and lounge area. She couldn’t believe that his airplane was basically a mini house and all she could think about is what Graceland looked like. Once he showed her the bathrooms she went right over to the gold sink and she looked at him as she touched it. 

“Is this real gold?!” she asked. 

Elvis laughed and nodded. “Sure is, honey.” he beamed. 

She laughed and stood back by his side and shook her head because only he would have a gold sink. Elvis grabbed her hand excitedly and led her toward the last part of the tour; his private bedroom. She looked around the room and then up at him. 

“Only you would have a bedroom on a plane.” she giggled, rolling her eyes. 

“My home away from home.” he uttered softly. 

She smiled at him and went over to the bed and plopped down onto it and bounced up and down slowly curious as to how comfortable it was. Elvis just smiled at her. He loved seeing how impressed people were with his things. “Comfortable enough for ya, honey?” Elvis teased. 

“It feels pretty comfortable.” she responded. 

“Good.. It’s yours to sleep in since it’ll be a few hours until we’re in Vegas.” Elvis smiled. 

“Thank you.” she said softly as she looked around the room spotting some records and she stood up and walked over to them and began to sift through them. Elvis walked up beside her. 

“Anything in there you listen to?” he asked curiously 

She shrugged and shot him a small grin. “I may see a few things.” she hummed before taking her attention off the records and deciding to head back out with the rest of the guys, but Elvis grabbed her hand before she could go anywhere. 

“Wait a minute, baby… Where ya goin’?” he furrowed his brow. 

“I don’t want your friends getting the wrong idea if we’re in here too long together, Elvis.” she replied, rolling her eyes at him calling her baby now.

“Don’t worry ‘bout them. We’ll keep the door open if that’ll make you feel better?” Elvis suggested. 

Rebecca exhaled softly and nodded at his words. “Okay, fine.” she mumbled. 

He smiled. “Good. I want you to listen to a song I recently recorded. I want your opinion on it.” he said as he searched through the small crate of records, finding the 45 he was looking for and putting it on the turntable. Rebecca raised an eyebrow as she sat back down on the bed, wondering what the song could be that he wanted her opinion on. He carefully placed the needle onto the groove of the record and the small hum and crackles of the record began to play before the soft sounds of Elvis’ voice rang through the speakers as he sang ‘It’s Midnight’. 

Now Rebecca had heard his music in passing from her parents and other people of his generation, but she never actually sat and listened to his voice because she never cared enough. People her age didn't really listen to his music. She didn’t dig it. She always heard his mainstream songs and they just never spoke to her. Even as they’ve gotten to know each other she still hadn’t really listened to him. So when she heard him singing this song she perked up a bit and it was as if she was hearing him for the very first time, truly hearing him. The bravado of his voice, the small cracks of it, the emotion he had put into the song and it struck a nerve with her. Elvis stood watching each expression of her face, she was always hard to read but he could tell that she was completely lost within the song. He knew if anyone was going to be completely honest with him, it was her. As it came to an end the two of them sat in the silence that fell before them for a moment the chattering sounds of the guys talking muffled in the background as Rebecca and Elvis stared at one another. 

“Well? What did ya think? And be honest.” Elvis said. 

“Hmm… Can you play it one more time for me?” she muttered with a smile. 

Elvis nodded and flashed her a smile back as he restarted the record and now Rebecca got comfortable and slipped off shoes and climbed further onto the bed, sitting up against the headboard. She needed to hear it again to really take it all in. Elvis followed her lead and since the door was open he knew she needn’t worry as he climbed into bed and sat beside her as they listened to the song once more together. She glanced over at him and didn’t say a word, she trusted him and knew there wouldn’t be any funny business, so she got a bit more comfortable sitting beside him as she focused on the song even more, closing her eyes as she listened to the lyrics closely. 

Funny how things have a way of 

looking so much brighter in the daylight

I ought to go to bed 

To try and straighten out my head 

And just forget you 

Oh, but it’s midnight..

And I miss you.

Rebecca opened her eyes and glanced up at Elvis with a curious look upon her face. “Did you write this? Who is this about?” she asked softly. Elvis chuckled softly as he scratched his face gently, shaking his head. 

“I didn’t write it.. No. It’s not about anyone or anything to do with me personally.” he answered. 

She nodded slowly. “There’s just… There’s so much emotion in your voice when you sing it, that it sounds as if you’re singing it to someone in particular. It’s beautiful. It’s sad, but beautiful. I-I didn’t know you could sing like that. I love it, I really do. I’m impressed.” she hummed with a grin which made Elvis chuckle. 

“Well, I do think that is the first time I’ve impressed you and the first time you’ve given me a compliment.” he laughed. Rebecca rolled her eyes and nudged him with her elbow. 

“Don’t get used to it. Wouldn’t want you getting a big head now.” she teased. 

“It’s too late for that, baby. So.. You really meant what ya said? You love it?” he smiled. 

“Mhm.. I meant every word, Elvis. It’s a beautiful song and you’ve got a beautiful voice.” she hummed. That brought a wider smile to his face. 

“Thank you.” he mumbled as the song once again came to an end and Rebecca quickly got up to play it for a third time and climbed back into the bed to sit beside him and two of them sat in silence just listening to the song together. It was pretty late on the east coast and Rebecca didn’t realize just how tired she was and as the plane was finally taking off she began to feel the heaviness in her eyes and her head slowly tilting to the side and resting onto Elvis’ shoulder as she began to doze off to the sound of his voice. Elvis looked down at her and smiled to himself as he watched her nuzzle into his shoulder and her eyes fluttering shut and a few strands of her hair falling in front of her face. Elvis carefully slipped an arm around her and he held her carefully and with his other hand he reached up to brush the small strands of hair out of her face and tucking it behind her ear. The soft crackle and hum of the needle hitting against the record played over and over once the song had ended and Elvis just watched Rebecca sleep, studying her face as he did whenever he would catch himself staring at her. Her soft features became even softer as she slept that he couldn’t help but graze the pad of his thumb against her rosy, supple cheek which caused her to move a bit and nuzzle even more into him and slip her small arms around his arm. Elvis beamed happily. 

“You are by far the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on..” he whispered under his breath as he began to hum an old song he sang way back when. One line of the song leaves his lips in a hushed tone as he continues to caress her cheek. “Is it so strange, to be in love with you?” He exhaled softly, the months that he had gotten to know her began to stir up feelings in him that he hadn’t felt for anyone in a long time. But he wasn’t sure how she felt about him. She was always so hard to read and when she constantly referred to him as a friend it only made things harder to read from her end. Does she really just think of me as a friend? Or is that just her way of hiding her true feelings? Either way, he knew what he felt and there was no way to get rid of it. He wanted her and he’d do anything to get what he wanted. 

His gaze slowly fell to her lips that were the shade of the light pink lipstick she always wore that he loved. Thoughts of kissing her at the end of each of their dates always had crossed his mind, but he knew all too well that she’d slap the shit out of him if he tried. Which made him chuckle just at the thought of it. But now those pesky thoughts of his lips against her ran through his mind and he hesitantly leaned down toward her and got close enough that his lips hovered over hers that he could feel the warmth of her breath blowing against his lips and then he carefully, slowly pressed his lips against hers giving her the gentlest little kiss and he pulled back feeling content and his smile beaming because of how badly he had been wanting to do that. He tightened his hold around her waist as he tilted his head back against the bed frame and closed his eyes in hopes of maybe getting a few hours of rest himself. 

Unbeknownst to Elvis, she was a light sleeper and his constant caressing of her cheek had woken her up a bit that she heard all the words he had whispered to her and felt the kiss he left on her lips. She opened her eyes and slowly tilted her head up to look at him. She had a puzzled look on her face, trying to process what she had heard and what she had felt from that little kiss. One of those feelings being that he had the softest lips she had ever felt. The other feeling was confusion or maybe confliction as she pondered those last words he mumbled. Love? He couldn’t possibly be in love with me.. We’ve only known each other for a few months.That’s insane. 

She had never been this close to any man, one that wasn’t gay anyway. She had never trusted someone as much as she trusted him or opened up more than she had with him. She felt close to him. They were similar but different in so many ways. There was no denying there was some chemistry between them, but she didn’t want anything more than a friendship. Anything more scared her because she didn’t want to lose what they had as friends. He was someone she could confide in and have deep conversations with and she was someone he could share parts of himself that he never had before. Someone who didn’t sugarcoat things with him. Who always said what was exactly on her mind even when he didn’t ask for it. 

Rebecca continued to stare at him with the same puzzled look on her face as her thoughts ran wild. But decided rather than dwelling on these feelings, these thoughts that she’d just try to get back to sleep. As much as she tried she just couldn’t silence her thoughts enough to sleep. By the time she finally had gotten herself back to sleep she was suddenly being woken up again by the sound of his voice and him lightly shaking her awake.

“Rebecca, honey, wake up.. We’re here, baby..” he whispered softly. 

She tiredly opened her eyes to the sight of him staring at her and she rubbed her hand against her tired eyes, forgetting that she had mascara on. “W-What? Already??” she asked groggily. Elvis chuckled at her sleepy words. 

“Yes.. C’mon..” Elvis hummed as he helped her out of the bed and she let out a soft groan as she swatted at him. 

“I can get out of bed on my own.” she said in a sharp tone, wanting to make things seem normal and pretend as if she didn’t hear him profess his love. 

Elvis smirked and held his hands up in defeat. “Okay, okay.. You freshen up and I’ll wait out in the main cabin.” he said with a smile before he headed out of the bedroom, shutting the door behind him. She took a deep breath as she was fully awake now, soothed out her dress and slipped her shoes on and headed into the small bathroom he had in the bedroom and seeing how smeared her mascara was she quickly washed her face and tried to wipe some of it away so that she at least looked decent for the drive to the hotel; until she could really freshen up. She quickly fixed her hair and headed out of the bedroom and toward the main cabin where she saw Elvis and the guys standing preparing to unboard from the plane, she walked up beside him letting out a soft yawn. Elvis smiled when he saw her and slipped an arm around her small waist. Rebecca folded her arms over her chest and tried to slip out of his grasp but he had a tight hold on her and now she began to tense up and her mind going back to what happened just a few hours ago. She felt that if she distanced herself from him maybe those feelings of his for her would go away. Elvis noticed how tense she suddenly was and he raised an eyebrow as he glanced over at her. 

“Everything okay, honey?” he whispered to her. 

She looked up at him and nodded slowly, putting on a smile. “Everything is great.” she hummed. He nodded and returned a smile and now he took her hand as they began to unboard the plane, some of the guys walking out first while the rest followed behind the two of them. Rebecca looked around and inhaled the fresh air of Vegas and felt the change of temperature that she certainly wasn’t used to and now she wasn’t really worried about what happened and more focused on the excitement she felt of being in Vegas. She couldn’t wait to see the famous Vegas strip and some of the casinos. Once they got down the stairs Elvis took her hand once again and the two of them walked toward the fancy Cadillac that waited for them as their bags were being loaded into the two other cars behind it that some of the guys were getting into while Joe and Jerry shared the Cadillac with the two of them. She rolled the window down as they began to drive off to the International so she could get a better view of everything and she happily stared out the window and Elvis chuckled to himself seeing her excitement which he thought was cute. 

“You’ve really never been to Vegas?” he said softly. 

“Nope. Never.” she responded as she stared up at all big flashing lights that beamed throughout the strip and lit up the night sky. “I thought New York was amazing.. But this is a whole other level.” she said with a soft laugh. Elvis shook his head with a smile.

“It sure is somethin’ when you see it for the first time. Some of the guys' wives and girlfriends will be here. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind takin’ you out on the town.” Elvis muttered. Rebecca turned to look at him and she smiled warmly. 

“I’m guessing it’s not going to be easy for us to go anywhere here, huh?” she questioned.

Elvis gave her a small shrug. “That’s the price I pay being Elvis Presley. If I could I’d love to take you out ‘round town myself if it weren't for us possibly being mobbed.” he said softly.

Rebecca couldn’t help but feel a bit sad for him because he couldn’t go out or do anything like normal people do or have fun the way normal people do. He always had to either pay to get a place to himself or go after hours. She couldn’t understand how he could deal with that on a daily basis. She studied his face for a moment and she could see the sadness on it. She reached over and placed her hand over his and gave it a gentle pat. “Hey, it’s okay, I’m just excited to be here and actually see an Elvis Presley concert for the first time. I hear he’s a riot!” she teased trying to cheer him up and it did because a crooked little grin formed on his lips. 

“I hear he does alright..” he smirked. As she went to move her hand away he grabbed it quickly and held it tight and the two of them looked at one another and shared a smile. He appreciated that it didn’t upset her that they couldn’t do normal things together as much as he wanted to. She turned her attention back toward the window and studying this whole new world that was Las Vegas as they approached the hotel they made sure to park in the back entrance as the two other cars followed behind and as they got all the luggage situated as Joe and Jerry got Elvis and Rebecca inside and onto the elevator. Rebecca couldn’t help but notice that pictures and flyers and merchandise of Elvis were everywhere. If you had any doubt who was in town the hotel would be sure to remind you. This was the first time she was experiencing the stardom that was Elvis and being in his element. As they got onto the floor of his suite Elvis led the way with Rebecca by his side keeping her close. She was so busy looking all around that she hadn’t even noticed him holding onto her hips. They stopped once they approached his suite door. 

“So, where’s my room?” she asked as she raised an eyebrow. 

“I figured you’d just stay in the suite with me, honey.” he said nonchalantly. 

Rebecca scoffed and furrowed her brows as she pulled away from him and placed her hands on her hips. “Nice try.. Just because I fell asleep next to you on the plane doesn’t mean I’m sharing a bed with you, Elvis.” she said sternly. 

Elvis chuckled and shook his head.

“Now who said anything about us sharing a bed, baby? There’s an extra room for you.” he said with a smirk. 

Rebecca felt embarrassed now and could feel her face turning red because of her assumption, she quickly cleared her throat and crossed her arms over her chest as she watched the guys snicker. “Oh.. Well, I-uh.. That’s okay, I guess.” she mumbled, feeling so stupid.

Elvis laughed and opened the suite door and they all walked inside. “Holy shit, man..” Rebecca blurted out as she looked around the suite. She never saw anything like it. She thought the plane was fancy but it had nothing on his suite. Elvis grinned at her reaction and he grabbed her bags from Jerry. 

“You guys can go. Lemme know when the Colonel gets in, will ya? I’ve gotta talk to that fat sonofabitch.” Elvis muttered. The guys nodded before they headed out and Rebecca raised an eyebrow wondering who this Colonel guy was that he was talking about. 

“Who’s the Colonel?” she asked curiously. 

“Just my business manager, baby. I wanted to introduce you to him, but he can be an ass.” he shrugged as he began to walk past the living room and toward the bedroom Rebecca would be staying in. She furrowed her brow at his answer and the way he spoke about him which gave her an idea that he probably wasn’t great but she just shrugged as she followed behind him. Elvis sat her bags down and turned on the light, smiling. Rebecca stepped inside the room smiling because it looked like it’s own little suite and had its own bathroom. She was still in awe and she turned around toward him. 

“Where’s your room?” she asked. 

“Right across there. So, if you’re still thinking about sharing a bed, I ain’t too far away.” he smirked.

Rebecca gave him her usual look when she wasn’t having his shit and she playfully slapped his arm. “Oh, you wish. Now get out because I want to shower and get some more sleep.” she said in the sassy tone of hers. 

“Sleep? It’s only 9:30.” he replied. 

“Some of us are still on New York time and it’s midnight there.” she snapped as she began to playfully try to push him out of her room causing him to laugh and he played along stumbling backwards out of the room and before he could get another word out she had shut the door in his face. He stood there shaking his head with a smirk and he could hear the faint sounds of the shower starting. 

“Well, uh.. I guess I’ll see you in the morning then!” he shouted before heading toward his own room to get cleaned up and into his pajamas even though he had no plans of sleeping just yet. He ordered up some room service and got himself some food but also a plate for Rebecca just in case she got hungry, setting it on the little dining room table and leaving a little hand written note for her before he took his food into his room. He got settled into his bed and decided to read one of his books all the while thinking about the beautiful girl just in the other room. He was hoping they could spend some time together now that they were completely alone but of course she found a way to get out of that. 

Rebecca was grateful to have a bit of peace away from Elvis even if it were just for a night. She had a lot on her mind, mostly him on her mind and what he had whispered to her when he thought she couldn’t hear him. She wouldn’t dare bring it up, but she had wondered if he would. After a long hot shower she felt so much better and slipped on a pair of panties and an oversized t-shirt and she flopped down into the bed letting out a satisfying sigh of relief because of how comfortable it felt. She laid there with her face planted into the pillows and she could hear her stomach growling at her, with all the excitement of this trip she hadn’t really eaten much else since they went to dinner hours ago. She climbed out of the bed and tip-toed over to the door, pressing her ear against the door trying to see if she could hear him but it sounded like he was in his room. She figured he probably had the fridge stocked with some sort of food. She carefully opened the door and quietly slipped out of the room and she saw a plate sitting on the table with a bottle of coke and she slowly made her way over, seeing a note addressed to her and she raised an eyebrow curiously as she picked it up to read it. 

To My Honey, 

In case you get hungry, I got our favorite meal…. And if you get lonely that offer still stands for us to share a bed.

– EP.

As she read the note she rolled her eyes because he knew how much she hated when he called her honey, but then she felt her face growing hot from how hard she was starting to blush, that even a small giggle escaped her from the last part of the note. He was never going to let her hear the end of that assumption she made about them sharing a bed. She sat down at the table and stared over at his bedroom door where she could hear the television now playing and then she looked back over the note, shaking her head and smiling as she took the lid off the plate of food to see it was their usual dinner they shared with one another, a simple cheeseburger and fries. She smiled even more as she began to eat her food, rereading the little note as she did. She hated how somehow through months of trial and error he’s able to make her feel like some stupid giggly girl. She was trying to shake the feeling of things that had been lingering within her for some time. They were feelings she had been suppressing because she valued their friendship more than anything and she was determined to keep it that way. He was like the straight version of Paul and that was how she was trying to keep seeing it. But she found herself staring at his bedroom again and when she finished eating she got up with the note in hand, folding it up and sticking it in between the waistband of her panties and walked over to his bedroom door, knocking lightly. “Elvis?” she said in a quiet tone. 

When Elvis heard her light knock and her voice which made him smile widely and turned the volume of the television down. “Yeah? Everything okay?” he responded. 

“Can I come in?” she asked. 

“Course you can, honey.” he answered. 

She grabbed a hold of the door knob and turned it slowly before stopping. “Wait.. Close your eyes first. I don’t have pants on.” she laughed and could hear him chuckling. 

“Do I have to? I’ve already seen you naked.” he asked. 

“Yes! Or I’ll go right back to my room.” she said sternly.

 He exhaled dramatically and closed his eyes. 

“Alright.. They’re closed!” he shouted. He could hear the doorknob turning and the door creaking open as she stepped inside and closed it behind her. Elvis, being cheeky, opened his right eye just to get a tiny peek at her and he smirked when he saw her in just a t-shirt and panties and the note he left her sticking out the waistband of her panties. She marveled at his bedroom as she climbed into his bed and quickly got beneath the blankets to cover herself. “Can I open my damn eyes now, woman?” he laughed. 

“You can.” she hummed. 

Elvis opened his eyes and looked over at her smiling. 

“Well, well.. What happened to “We’re not sharing a bed, Elvis. Some of us are on New York time, Elvis.” he mocked. 

She rolled her eyes at him. 

“We aren’t sharing a bed because I’m not sleeping in here with you. But I don’t see anything wrong with us hanging out for a bit while I’m wide awake. But if you’re going to be an ass I will go right back to my room.” she said as she pretended to get up to leave. Elvis grabbed a hold of her to stop her. 

“Well, just hold on now I don’t mind it one bit.. You are always welcome to hangout here with me.” he smiled. 

“Good. But don’t get any ideas. Actually..” she hummed, grabbing one of his pillows and putting in between them as a barrier. “That’s better.” she beamed. 

“Really?” he chuckled and raised an eyebrow at the pillow barrier between them. 

“Mhm.. So, what are we watching?” she smiled. 

“The Carol Burnett Show. You ever watched it?” he asked. 

“I’ve seen a few episodes. She’s funny.” she said with a smile as she leaned back against the bed watching the television. A small silence fell between them as they both watched the screen. Elvis glanced over at her for a moment. 

“Sooo.. You got my note?” he grinned. 

“I did. Who knew you were such a poet.” she said sarcastically trying to make it seem as if that note didn’t have her blushing and giggling just moments ago. 

“Do you always have to be a sarcastic little shit?” Elvis laughed. 

“Yeah, because you love it..” she teased, grinning at him.

“Mm..” he hummed, shaking his head.

The two sat there in his bed with the pillow barrier in between them and watched television together until midnight and by this point Elvis had eventually fallen asleep. When Rebecca noticed he had gone to sleep she smiled and reached over for the remote, shutting the television off and climbing out of his bed and going over to him. She stared at him for a moment and she reached down to run her fingers along his handsome round face and she let out a soft exhale before leaning down to kiss his cheek and turning out the light before she made her way out, carefully shutting the door and heading to her room and getting into her bed, keeping the small lamp on. She grabbed a cigarette and lit it as she reached down to take the note out of the waistband of her panties and she unfolded it and read it a few more times. Once she finished smoking she laid down and continued to read it until she fell asleep with the piece of paper resting on her chest. 

The Next Day - 12:00PM

Rebecca had woken up to the sounds of Elvis shouting angrily at the guys about something to do with this Colonel fellow. She yawned softly as she stretched her body out against the bed and placed the note that laid beside her now on the bedside table. She was curious as to what was going on that had him so upset but she chose to just stay out of it and then she heard his bedroom door slam and the front door of his suite close. She furrowed her brow and slowly climbed out of the bed letting out another yawn as she rubbed her hands over her eyes, and walked out of the bedroom tiredly, looking around the empty living room and hearing Elvis swearing angrily to himself in his room. She walked over to the door and knocked on it before opening the door and peeking her head inside to see him dressed in usual get up. “Elvis? Are you okay?” she asked in her sleepy voice. 

When Elvis heard her voice something inside of him suddenly forced him to calm down and he took a deep breath before he turned to face her. “I-I’m good... Ah hell, I woke ya up, didn’t I? ‘M sorry, honey.” he mumbled. 

She shook her head at his words. “Oh no, you didn’t.. It’s okay. Are you sure you're okay? Is everything okay with the show tonight?” she asked. 

“Oh yeah, everything is fine. Just some business, that’s all.” he said with a small smile. But that was an obvious lie. Elvis had plans of introducing Rebecca to the Colonel because of his connections in Hollywood and he was still determined to fulfill her dream of being an actress. But the Colonel refused to help her or even just meet her just to see she’s got what it takes. He flat out told him no. That he only had time for Elvis Presley. Elvis was never one to argue with the Colonel and that’s why he’d have his outbursts of anger and take it out on others. He didn’t want to fail Rebecca or disappoint her. So he lied. 

“Oh okay. Are you hungry?” she asked. 

He shook his head. “No. But feel free to order whatever you like, baby. I’ve got to rehearse for the show tonight. I made some arrangements for you and some of the wives to go out and shop or do whatever. I want you wearing the prettiest dress for me tonight.” he smiled. 

She furrowed her brow and leaned up against the door frame. 

“I’m surprised you haven’t picked the dress out for me then.” she mumbled. 

“If I had time I would have. They’ll be coming up in a bit.” he smiled as he grabbed his glasses and slipped them on. She watched him finish getting ready and as he stepped out of the room he grazed his hand against her waist as he walked by. She had gotten used to his ways of always wanting to touch her even if it was a small caress. Touching seemed to be his way of affection with women and after a while it stopped bothering her that she sometimes didn’t notice. She followed him to the front door of the suite and she couldn’t help but notice just how handsome he looked today that she caught herself staring at him and looking away when he would glance over at her. 

“What time is the show tonight?” she asked. 

“The first show is at 8pm and then there’s a midnight show.” he smiled. 

“You do two shows a night?” she raised an eyebrow. 

“Mhm..” he nodded. 

She thought that was unusual considering he was performing almost everyday and now she furrowed her brow a bit with concern. But he’d been doing this for a while so she assumed he must know what he’s doing to be overworking himself like that. Elvis leaned over and kissed her cheek. “I’ve gotta go, honey. I’ll see you tonight. Jerry will bring you down to the show.” he hummed before he headed out of the room where the guys were waiting in the hall for him. She smiled a little and locked the door behind him. Now she felt so much pressure to look her best tonight because of him wanting her to be dressed just for him and usually she would’ve told any guy who said something like that to fuck off, but she actually wanted to look good for Elvis. She didn’t know what had gotten into her but even she was annoyed with herself for letting this man make her feel these stupid feelings of wanting to look good for a man. She could just imagine how the day was going to go with this group of women. She had no idea what introductions he’s made to them  or if his friends mentioned to their wives how she and Elvis met and what line of work she was in and that made her nervous. She didn’t know what she was walking into. Would they think she was his girlfriend or friend? Or some pornstar he’s just showing off? Maybe they had all been gossiping about them already and assuming the worst. If that was the case she would be ready to set them straight with the truth. 

Rebecca opted for her usual look: a pair of dark denim bell bottoms and a halter top and a pair of black platform heels. She brushed her hair out and kept it subtle with her makeup just wearing her usual light pink lipstick and mascara. As soon as she was ready she heard a knock at the door and soft voices, it was the ladies. She took a deep breath and went to answer the door and when she did she was surprised to see how much older they were compared to her and how different they dressed compared to her. The first woman to introduce herself was Joan Esposito and then Jerry’s girlfriend and Sonny’s wife. 

“Rebecca, right? Wow, Elvis wasn’t kidding, you really are beautiful.” Joan asked. 

Rebecca nodded in response to her question and then laughed because he was constantly going around bragging about her looks which always annoyed her. As they all made introductions with one another Rebecca felt that they seemed nice enough and no one was giving her any judgmental looks so she assumed they had no idea how she met Elvis or what she did. After getting acquainted with one another they headed out where a driver in Elvis’ caddy was waiting for them and they all got in excitedly. Rebecca was quiet for most of the ride smiling and nodding at their conversations as they were being driven to the nearest boutique. Then suddenly Sonny’s wife Judy turned her attention to Rebecca. 

“So, how did you and Elvis meet?” she asked which now had the whole group's attention. 

Rebecca hated being put on the spot like that but now she had no choice but to speak because they were all staring. 

“Uh, he was in New York and we met on set.” she answered vaguely. 

“On set? Are you an actress?” Joan chimed in. 

Rebecca wanted this conversation over now because she hated when she had to lie about what she did because she never knew how people would react. But she was relieved Elvis didn’t say anything. 

“Um, yeah, I uh.. I do commercials..” she lied with a smile. 

“Oh, anything we may have seen?” Judy asked. 

Rebecca laughed softly, shaking her head. 

“I don’t think so.” she hummed. 

“Well, there must be something special about you because he couldn’t stop talking about you. Are you two… together?” Judy asked, curious and prying. 

“No, we’re just friends.” Rebecca answered and she could tell they were all giving her a look that said “Yeah right.” But it was the truth they were just friends and it was going to remain that way. But she could tell none of them were buying it. 

After sometime the conversation finally shifted to something else other than Elvis and Rebecca was so thankful and even more thankful when they arrived at the store. She just wanted to get a dress and get out. She didn’t know how many more questions she could take. 

She followed the women inside the cute boutique and they all scattered around looking at different things and Rebecca sifted through some of the dresses, trying to decide what Elvis would like best and rolling her eyes as she did because of how ridiculous she sounded. She finally found a dress she liked. It was a red slip dress with a plunging neckline and she fell in love with it and quickly took it off the rack to go try it on in the dressing room. Once she had gotten undressed she slipped the little dress on that hugged every inch of her curves and she filled it out well as the plunging neckline left little to the imagination when it came to her breasts and showed just enough of her thighs. She looked at herself in the mirror and smiled happily at how good she looked in it. This was the one. Elvis wanted her to look good and she certainly would be turning heads in this dress. After giving herself another look in the mirror she took the dress off and got dressed and grabbed her new dress, not even having to look for heels because she had the perfect heels for this dress. As the other women were still looking Rebecca went to check out and the owner telling her Elvis made sure everything would be paid for. She didn’t like that and being so stubborn she refused and decided to pay for own dress anyway. She didn’t want his money or for him to buy things for her. She didn’t feel right about it no matter how rich he may have been. After paying she decided to wait out in the car for the other women and lighting her first cigarette of the day as she stared out the window just taking it all in as she sat in silence. 

Later That Day - 5:00PM

By the time they got back to the hotel Rebecca was completely exhausted, she thought they were just going to one store but they had gone to multiple. Some of the women didn’t find anything and then they stopped for lunch and took Rebecca for a little sightseeing. Which she appreciated. Before she headed back up to the suite she thanked them all for a fun day and she couldn’t have walked quicker to the elevator feeling relieved to finally be back and alone from all the gossip and cattiness. Once she got back into the suite she noticed Elvis was still out and she was glad so she could start getting her outfit together. She headed into her room and grabbed her bags, searching for the heels she pictured for this dress and successfully finding them. They were gold platform heels that complimented the pretty shade of red her dress had been. She set her heels down and laid the dress out on the bed. It was nearing 5:30 pm now and she decided to get a headstart on getting ready. She took a long hot shower and washed her hair and once she was finished she wrapped herself up in a towel, wiping the condensation from the mirror and brushing her teeth, doing her skincare routine and blowing drying her hair and curling it before she got started on her makeup. She wasn’t one for heavy makeup so much like her everyday look she kept it simple and just added some blush and mascara and a darker shade of lipstick. She walked back out into the bedroom still in her towel and checked the time and an hour had already passed. Shit.

She unraveled her towel and let it drop to the floor and she opted out of wearing panties with this dress since she already wasn’t wearing a bra and she slowly slipped the dress on and walked over to the mirror with a smile. She really did fill the dress out well that she’d probably have more than just Elvis’ attention tonight. She walked over to sit down and slip on her platform heels and then took a look at herself again and much like she guessed the heels were perfect. She did a few last touches adding earrings and a necklace and she began to feel anxious to see this show. She didn’t know what to expect. Just as she was fixing her hair one last time she heard a knock at the door and quickly headed out to answer it and seeing it was his friend Jerry. He did a double take as he looked her up and down. But knowing how Elvis was about his girls he didn’t say too much about her appearance. But she could tell he liked it. 

“Hey, Elvis wanted me to bring you backstage before the show starts.” Jerry said. 

“Oh okay, uh, let me get my purse.” she said nervously as she hurried back to grab her little clutch purse that matched her dress and returned to the front door where Jerry was waiting and the two of them headed out and she locked the door behind her and they headed down to the showroom where Jerry led her backstage. She looked around seeing how many people were already crowding into the showroom she never saw anything like before. Jerry kept her close as they made it through the screaming crowd and backstage where Elvis and some of the guys were along with some friends Elvis wanted to introduce Rebecca to. When they got to the room she could hear Elvis laughing with a few other people and then as she approached he became dead silent when he saw her and he nearly hopped out of his seat and wolf whistled at her. 

“Well, I’ll be damned.. Honey, you sure fill out that dress! Let us get a look at ya.” he grinned as he took her hand and made her spin around for all the guys who were now staring at her tight fitting dress. She shook her head and let him have his moment showing her off like he loved to do. “Ain’t she pretty? Boy, I tell ya, I know how to pick ‘em.” he laughed. Rebecca shot him a look and rolled her eyes. 

“Are you all done gawking at me now?” she said sharply. 

She made them all laugh and especially Elvis who slipped his arm around her and whisked her away to another corner of the room and grabbed a hold of her hands and stepped back so he could get another look at her. “You’ll be the prettiest baby in the room tonight.” he grinned. She smiled and just laughed as he couldn’t stop staring at her. 

“Now hold on, let me get a look at you.” she said with a smirk as she stepped back from him and gawked at him in the same way. But there was no denying that he looked good. In fact, even better than when he left earlier this afternoon. He had changed and was dressed in one of his famous jumpsuits; a navy blue two piece jumpsuit with blue armadillo and scallops on the shoulders. His hair was perfectly styled in place and his lashes dark with mascara. Now she was the one who couldn’t stop staring. He was a vision. “You look pretty good yourself.” she teased. 

He smiled and soothed out his suit with a grin. “Thank you, baby.” he beamed. Now with the show closer to starting and the fans almost in their seats Elvis quickly introduced Rebecca to some of his friends she hadn’t met yet. One of those friends being his good friend Tom Jones. As he introduced her to everyone he kept a strong hold around her waist keeping her close to him the entire time and showing her off like she was some prized trophy. After some time he had to get ready to get onto the stage, but not before taking Rebecca to the side. “Jerry’s gonna take you to your seat. I made sure you got the best seat in the house just so I can see you. This is gonna be a great show. I can feel it because you’re here.” he smiled. 

Rebecca smiled at his words and ran her hands over the fabric of his suit fixing it a bit. “Well, I can’t wait to see it and see you in action. I’m sure it’ll be great.” she hummed as she leaned up to kiss his cheek which made him smile more before the two parted ways. The anticipation to see him perform had been building and she didn’t know what to expect from it. As she got to her seat Jerry sat beside her with his girlfriend. Elvis wasn’t kidding when he said he made sure she had a good seat. She was front and center it felt like with the perfect view of the entire stage. She took a deep breath, smiling widely as the lights grew dim and the beginning of See See Rider began to play and the crowd went wild as he strutted out onto the stage. She was amazed at how crazy the crowd was already acting and he hadn’t even started singing yet. But once he did everyone lost their minds. 

That powerful voice of his rangout and his body was wiggling and moving all about and the sweat was already pouring from his face. Rebecca sat there in awe of him watching him up on that stage singing old songs and new songs and just listening to how incredible his voice was and how he had the ability to move the audience. His stage presence alone had her impressed. She had never seen anything like it. He was like a god up on that stage and she was completely mesmerized by him that she couldn’t keep her eyes off him. She could feel things within her building as she watched him. She was nearly sitting at the edge of her seat. She was truly speechless. She watched as the women nearly worshiped and kissed the ground he walked on as they fought to get to the stage just to get a touch of him or a scarf and kiss. Which he had no qualms of giving out like candy.  It was the greatest thing she had seen in her life. It was a rush. 

There was no time in between the first show and the midnight show for her to go back and talk to him and she was so excited to congratulate him on a great show. But she had no problems sitting through another that was just as great as the first even if she could tell he had been a little tired by the time the midnight show happened. As the late night was finally coming to an end and the show to a close the crowd was roaring with excitement and the women shouting his name. Jerry quickly got up and escorted the small group and herself out and backstage to Elvis who was dripping in sweat and his perfectly brushed hair was a mess and he had a towel draped around him to catch the sweat. He was so amped up that his leg was still shaking like a leaf. Rebecca stood there just staring at him talking to his friends and feeling herself getting hot as she couldn’t stop staring at him and he smiled when he caught a glimpse of her and waved her over. She cleared her throat and tried to get herself together now, smiling happily as she approached him and before she could say a word Elvis was already speaking at a mile a minute. 

“What did you think of the show, baby? Did you like it?” he beamed as he wiped the sweat from his face. 

“I loved it, Elvis! It was amazing. It was truly an experience to watch you up there. I’m impressed.” she teased, smiling. 

“Thank you, baby. That means a lot.” he smiled and kissed her cheek. 

She smiled and let out a soft yawn. It had been such a long day and she still wasn’t adjusted to the time difference. Elvis noticed her yawning. “Did you wanna go up to the room?” he asked. 

“If that’s okay? I’m a bit tired after all the fun today.” she giggled. 

“Of course, honey. I’ll have Jerry take you up.” he said. 

“That’s not necessary, I know where the room is.” she said. 

“I insist.” Elvis replied as he gestured for Jerry to come over and asked him to walk Rebecca up to the suite for him and he was happy to do so.

“I’ve told you, I’m a big girl.” she huffed. 

“Don’t I know it, baby.” he smirked, looking her up and down and giving her dress another look. 

She shook her head at him and playfully hit him before she went off with Jerry who kindly walked her back to the suite. 

“Elvis should be up soon.” he said with a smile before he left her. 

She exhaled sharply and let out another yawn as she slipped off her heels that were now hurting her feet and she went to her room to get showered and get into more comfortable clothes. Sporting her usual bedtime look a pair of panties and a t-shirt and she threw her hair up into a bun. She couldn’t get over Elvis’ performance and she was a little mad that she never gave Elvis a chance when her mom would try to get her to like him. But she just never knew just how talented he was; she just assumed he did terrible movies and sang about a hound dog. He never failed to surprise her and now she was thinking back about the plane ride there and the song he showed her. Now all she wanted to hear was that song again. She smiled to herself and grabbed one of the books he had given to her to read; his favorite, The Impersonal Life. She took the book and sat down on the couch as she waited for him. 

Not too long after she had come upstairs he had followed suit 30 minutes later and he walked into the room with that towel still around him and a smile on his face when he saw Rebecca on the couch reading his favorite book. She looked up and smiled widely at him. 

“I thought you’d be asleep by now, darlin’. he hummed. 

“I wanted to wait for you. I figured we’d catch another episode of The Carol Burnett Show.” she smiled.

A warm smile formed on his tired face and he nodded. “I’d like that. Let me get showered first and then I’m all yours.” he replied. 

She smiled and nodded watching him go to his room and sat back against the couch and continued to read her book until he was ready. About 15 minutes had gone by and he was showered and dressed in his pajamas and he stood in the doorway of his room. 

“Ready when you are, honey. I’ve got the pillow barrier set up so they’ll be no funny business.” he teased, laughing. 

“Better not be.” she laughed as she stood up and set the book down on the coffee table and headed into his bedroom where they both climbed into his bed sitting the same as they did last night and she climbed beneath the blankets and the television already on the same channel as before and the two of them watching television and sharing small glances at each other. Elvis grabbed the remote and turned the volume down and Rebecca furrowed her brow and glanced over at him wondering what he was doing. 

“Can I ask you a question, baby?” Elvis said softly. 

“Yeah, sure. Shoot.” she answered. 

“What did you think of the show?” he asked. 

She raised an eyebrow at him. “You already asked me that question, Elvis.” she laughed. 

“Yeah, I know. You gave me the answer I wanted to hear because everyone was around. I want your honest opinion of what you thought of the show. Please?” he asked. 

She chewed at the inside of her cheek and took a deep breath. She loved the show, there was no doubt about it. But there were some things she personally wasn’t all that into. She wanted to be honest with him but didn’t want him to be upset. But she knew that her being honest with him is what he loved the most about their friendship. She bit at her bottom lip and nodded. 

“Well.. Like I said earlier, I loved it. I really did, Elvis. I never knew what a stage presence you had. I knew your voice was incredible when you played that song for me. But actually hearing it in person like that.. wow. I was blown away, truly. You are an amazing singer, performer and I couldn’t keep my eyes off you. You have the potential to do so much more with your voice and your talents. Why don’t you write your own songs? You put so much emotion into singing other people’s songs, I can only imagine how you would sound singing something of your own.” she said. 

He smiled and reached over to place his hand on top of hers and gave it a few gentle pats. “Thank you. I really appreciate you saying that. I mean it.. It means a lot coming from you. I don’t know.. I’ve tried to write songs, but it's not for me. I just want to sing.” he shrugged. 

She nodded and took his hand into hers and held it. 

“I’d love to read those songs you tried to write. I bet they’re amazing.” she smiled. 

He shook his head and intertwined their fingers together. “I-I don’t know about that. But I’m sure I’ve got them scribbled down somewhere..” he hummed. 

“Well, I hope you think about maybe finishing those songs you tried to write. You’re so talented I wouldn’t be surprised if that was just a hidden talent of yours you just haven’t discovered yet.” she smiled. 

“Maybe. We’ll see.. Who knows.” he smiled and squeezed her hand in his as he stared at her. “You know I’m not the only one with talent in this room. You’ve got more potential than what you give yourself credit for, honey. You could be doin’ more. I still want to help you do that, y’know.” he spoke softly. 

She smiled warmly at him and neither one of them even noticed that they had slowly moved closer to one another and that the pillow in between them was almost nonexistent now. 

“I appreciate that, Elvis. But don’t worry about me. Whatever happens will happen. You’ve got your own career to focus on.” she hummed. 

“Stop.. I’ve been at this for nearly 20 years.. Yours is just beginning, honey. You are special. You’re beautiful, funny, kind, well.. Sometimes.” he laughed. “And you are wasting all that beauty and talent on porn when you could be up on the screen and becoming the next Jane Fonda or Ann-Maragret.” he said. 

She laughed. 

“Don’t be silly, Elvis.. Now you’re just trying to be nice.” she said, looking away from him and letting out a sigh. He reached over, his thumb placed beneath her chin to make her look at him. She stared up at him with those big green eyes of hers, staring into his soft blue eyes that stared right into her soul. Now they were closer than ever as their bodies practically brushed against each other. 

“I’m not. I mean it.. You’ll be a star. You’ll see.” he whispered. 

“You’re sweet for believing in me the way that you do..” she mumbled. 

“You believe in me.” he whispered as their eyes were completely locked on another and their faces slowly inching closer and their breathing hitched that the sound of the television was muffled by the sounds of each breath they took before their lips were hovering over one another. She felt her heart racing that it felt like it was going to beat out of her chest and then suddenly that anxious feeling washed away when their lips crashed together in a deep passionate kiss. Elvis grabbed the pillow that was in between them and tossed it to the side, slipping his arms around her small waist and nearly pulling her into his lap. She let out a soft whimper as they continued to kiss deeply, their bodies rubbing against each other and his hands squeezing and groping her thighs as he lifted himself up and flipped them around so he was on top of her. Rebecca slipped her around his broad shoulders and her thighs wrapped around his waist. The weight of him on top of her only made her body desire him more. As much as her brain was telling her to stop this her body just wasn’t responding the same way. Her body wanted him. Yearned for him and had for quite some time. But her mind always fought so well against those feelings.

Elvis let out a soft groan against her lips as they began to trail down her neck and he left small kisses against it and his hands slipping beneath her t-shirt and squeezing her breasts which caused a gasp to escape her parted lips as her head tilted back against the pillows and soft sounds leaving her lips before he kissed her deeply once again. Now she felt his hands wander down to her panties, his fingers caressing the soft fabric of them and just as he was going to slip them off that’s when she snapped herself back into reality and started thinking like herself again and how she didn’t want this to happen. She placed her hands against his chest and tried to push him away and she pulled back from their kiss. But he didn’t get the hint until she yelled.

“S-Stop.. Stop!” she said shakily, pushing him off. “I-I don’t want to do this.. I..” she stuttered frantically. 

Elvis quickly sat up as she continued to push him away, he furrowed his brow in confusion. “W-What’s the matter? I’m sorry.. I thought.. What’s wrong?” he asked. 

She sat up in the bed and fixed her clothes and shook her head. “I don’t want this. We.. We’re friends. This isn’t supposed to happen.” she answered. 

“Friends? Rebecca, baby, I know you feel something for me.. I felt it when you kissed me.. Would ya stop calling us friends! We aren’t friends!” he said, annoyed. 

He couldn’t understand her. Why did she have to make this so hard? He knew she felt something for him. He was sure of it.. He could feel it. The way she smiled and flirted with him, the way she looked at him and held his hand. It didn’t feel like a friendship to him. He was in love. He wished she had been awake when he confessed it. 

She scoffed and climbed out of his bed and Elvis grabbed a hold of her hand. “Where are you going? Stay. ‘M sorry. We’ll just watch tv.. I’ll put the pillow back. I didn’t mean to upset you.” he said as his voice grew softer. She snatched her hand away from him and shook her head.

“It’s late. I’m tired. I think it’s best if I go to my room now..” she mumbled as she walked over to the door. 

Elvis sighed, looking up at her. “Fine.. It’s been a long day for both of us.” he muttered. 

She nodded as she opened his bedroom door and before she walked out she turned to look at him again and he was still looking at her, those blue eyes now a pool of sadness as they shared a longing look with each other. Saying so much more with their eyes in those small moments. Now she thought back on what happened on the plane and what she heard and so badly hoping that it wasn’t true just so this wouldn’t be real. “Well.. Goodnight, Rebecca.” Elvis mumbled. 

“Goodnight, Elvis..” she replied before she left his room and shut the door behind her. As she stood on the opposite side of the door she let out a long and shaky exhale and she could feel her heart racing again and as she stood there trying to calm her nerves, she knew in that very moment that any ounce of a friendship they had was completely doomed when they shared that kiss. The truth is she did feel something for him and it was having to come to the realization of those feelings she had been trying to suppress and pretend didn’t exist that scared her. But what scared her the most was being in love..

Being in love with Elvis scared her even more.

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[estbela]

Just saw your post and was wondering if you have any SerbRo headcanons?

Yes. A lot. I'm so normal about them (lying). Although they might change and stuff, since I'm still working on my Serbia OC and stuff. At the moment he's mostly just vibes (and not that different from other serbia OCs anyway). Also the moment anyone asks me about anything I tend to forget anything Ive ever thought but I'll try.

Prepare for a lot of rambling. And for possibly regretting asking me this haha. Im also sleep deprived, as usual, so hopefully everything makes sense.

They're childhood best friends. I don't know exactly when they met, but they definitely met when they were children, and so they were best friends ever since.

Serbia was like...I think one of Ro's first friends? Besides Bulgaria. I think, in a way, they were both lonely wild children who were considered outcasts. In part for being nations, in part because they were both often disobedient and stuff, and thus were "bad kids".

They were such troublemakers as kids, and tbh, they still are. Whenever theyre together you gotta prepare for trouble.

they were both huge francophiles during the 19th century, I think. Idk I just picture them bonding about that.

They get along like a house on fire. They also might have lit up a couple of houses on fire together. What's a little arson between friends? :)

They're both animal lovers! It's also one of the things they bonded about when they first met(I can just imagine them being kids and telling eachoter all the animal facts they know). If they lived together it'd be them and a house full of animals I'm guessing.

They bully Bulgaria together. <3

Anyway more about their relationship.

they...understand eachoter. Understand eachoter so deeply. They know things about eachoter that almost no one else does. They talk about anything(like their interests and such), and about shit they would never be brave enough to discuss with anyone else. Show sides of themselves they didn't even know they had.

Yet they've never truly discussed...the fact that they might be more than friends. Or well, it took them a really long time of knowing eachoter to do so.

They're kindred souls. Also slightly codependent in the way, that they've grew up together, and went through so many things together, and even when they were alone, they still had eachoter. They're kind of inseparable at this point.

Yet, they can go on pretty long times of not talking to eachoter, but then they meet again and it's like...nothing really happened. They immediately pick where they left off. Thought, if they were to ever truly lose eachoter they would not deal with it well At All.

Anyway they both eventually have The Realisation, when theyre like teenagers. For Serb, I think it's maybe in the 16th century. I think...it's not exactly one moment that makes him realise it, but rather, multiple moments of just. Not wanting to be anywhere else in the world than with Ro. Just softly looking at him and having so much fun together.

For Ro...it's much of the same, although more reluctant, in some way. He doesn't really wanna fall in love. Something she learns early on in his life is that love between nations is tricky and often ends badly, and she's already got A Thing going on with Bulgaria.

They actually have their first kiss earlier thought. They're young teens, like maybe 13, or a little more, or less. It's the 14th century and theyre both curious about that kinda thing, and wanna practice for when they'll have a relationship.

And so they do eventually figure if out as I said, and they never talk about it, never say it aloud, but they Know. They know, and even if the both of them act so brave and confident most of the time, like they always know what they're doing, in things such as battle and in general facing enemies, they are afraid. Cause at the end of the day they are young and terrified that if they admit their love aloud it might twist and burn, or worse, it might be used against them, and then they'd lose their best friend.

But I think they do things that some ppl might consider to be of a romantic nature, like kissing and making out and cuddling and holding hands. Theyre both so touch starved, and even if Serb doesn't wanna admit it, he's even more clingy than Ro is. And everyone is kinda used to it cause thats just how Ro & Serb are like.

And like. Realising they love eachoter romantically, does not really change their dynamic cause they were already doing all of this stuff before.

Also, from the outside it might look like they make eachoter worse, but somehow, they manage to make eachoter better.

Their first kiss as teens, after The Realisation, was initiated by Ro.

and theyre not really children anymore but sometimes it feels like theyre two kids again, staring at the stars, talking about nothing in particular, as if they were the only things they mattered. They weren't nations, or well, they were, but sometimes they could almost forget that.

I think they do eventually talk about It. They're both shit at feelings, with Ro being slightly more emotionally intelligent i guess. In the 19th century, because their thing that's neither nothing or something was driving both of them a little insane. And they kinda get in an on and off relationship, but they dont use that word.

As far as anyone is concerned, theyre best friends. Best friends who perhaps aren't simply platonic, who have shared more than just friends ought to. But the fact is, calling eachoter best friends is not untrue, because that's what they are, thought they are also lovers.

And they have loved other people, and still continue to do so.

I guess they might try to not be too close, at least nto in public, when one of them is in a relationship of the monogamous kind, and theyre also the first person they go to after a break up.

Back to the understanding eachoter thing. I think they'd be willing to forgive eachoter for a lot of things, even if both of them are usually really petty(especially Serb). They'd also be willing to do things for eachoter they'd rarely do for others. Theyd kill for eachoter tbh.

I know this is very random and very different in tone after everything Ive talked about but they have a height difference and it's so cute. Serbia is like. 180 something centimeters while Ro is barely 170 cms shdhdhdhs. Anyway it's adorable.

Songs that make me think of them: Bad Idea from the musical Waitress, You don't need to love me from If/Then, Across the Overpass by the Solids...and way more that I cant remember.

And that's...not all. But all that I can remember at the moment cause my memory is shit. And woah, I talked so much about them dhdjddjdj. It's like the first time i ever get to ramble about them to anyone (besides one of my friends)

#just talking recreationally #hetalia #aph #hws #romania #serbia #serbro #I stg they live rent free in my head.

[empresskadia]

imma come at you with the OC asks: #4, #5, and #11 for Raya, Lana, and Novarell (i need to know more about your OCs pls gimme im thirsty for content with the beautiful bbies)

I’M SCREAMING!!! I WANT TO TALK ABOUT THEM SO BADLY, AHHHHHHHHH *rocking back and forth in excitement* I could kiss you!! This is gonna be ✨ l o n g ✨

#4 Lore dump about ocs

Raya

Where do I even start?? This is the short version and I passed over a lot of details, Raya and her cousins were all raised in a military family, more specifically in the Hood family. It’s not the most known fact due the last name differences but Admiral Terrence Hood is her uncle and she was mostly raised by him and his wife. Her parents were apart of the UNSC but they were rarely ever home, Raya spend most of her time with her uncle and aunt or attending military school with her cousins.

Around the same time the war started, Raya’s parents asked what she wanted for her 14th birthday, all she really wanted was time with her parents, so they went on a vacation together. However, the planet gets attacked while their there, and Raya ends up getting saved by an ODST while her parents are killed, the last thing she even remembers from that night, is watching the man who saved her get stabbed while the pelican was taking off.

It takes two more weeks before she’s finally taken back to earth and reunited with her family, it’s Terrence that sees her first and asks what happened. After they talk, Raya takes his hand and gives it a squeeze but doesn’t cry, she can’t find it in her and it’s a note that Terrence makes. He ends up putting her in therapy but it doesn’t really go anywhere, Raya is just refusing to grieve and never really processes it.

By the time she’s 18, she enlists immediately and her military career starts, by the age of 22, she’s scouted out to become an ODST and climbs the ranks. She works mainly on the frontlines but has the odd missions of undercover or assassinations, at the age of 32 her entire unit gets wiped out and the only reason she survived is because she didn’t listen to orders.

After this event, she gets called back to earth for a psychological evaluation but ends up stopping by Admiral Hood’s office and she breaks down about it to him and this is the first time he’s seen her cry. She doesn’t get sent to the frontlines again for a good six years, doing mainly undercover missions and dealing with insurrectionists as a lonewolf.

In 2548, she’s recruited for the experimental phase of the Spartan-IV program and by 2551 has been promoted to commander.

There is such much more but this is scratching the surface.

Lana

I’m still working on her story, but what I have so far is that Lana attended military school with her cousins and brothers, she’s normally very quiet and got bullied for it until Raya snapped one day and beat the kids up [Lana didn’t tell anyone because she didn’t wanna be a bother], this was right after Raya lost her parents.

When she was 12, her dad got a form of incurable disease and slowly started dying, she would often get sent to stay with family while her parents were constantly at doctor appointments. While visiting him in the hospital, he starts teaching her to draw and it becomes their thing, when she finally turns 18, her dad tells her “No point in wasting away with me, go live.” And ends up becoming a marine. She becomes an ODST at 25 but ends up getting taken by ONI to do undercover ops. In 2549, she gets pulled into the Spartan-IV program after the first set of augmentations are done with the first group of experiments.

I know in 2552, she gets put onto Kilo-Five as a stealth operative.

Novarell

Also a work in progress,

Nova is an original Predacon that was put into stasis by Onyx Prime and Solus Prime. She was more curious about how Cybertronian lived and was taught by Onyx to change forms. This resulted in her getting pretty much casted out and Solus took her in and taught her how not to be a beast pretty much. Nova had pleaded to the Predaking alot about the great cataclysm coming but wouldn't hear her out. She was ready to die with her brother but Onyx wanted to ensure at least one Predacon survived, so he and Solus put her into stasis.

She was accidentally woken during the war and was confused as hell at the state of Cybertron. She ended up killing bots on both sides in self-defense as the autobots thought of her as a con and the cons had never seen this predacon before.

Not her proudest moment, but she ended up draining the Energon from the bots she killed to sustain herself. She meets some predacons but realizes they aren't from her Era of life. Nova ends up killing them seeing them as weaker and is disgusted by them.

There is a brief period where Nova tries to find any of her kind still alive that isn't a knockoff. During this time, she helps several autobots in battles but their all confused as to why a predacon is turning against the cons. Nova never stays and flies off. Novarell ends up destroying a deception base and using the portal in there to find her way to Earth. Only to find the place crawling with predacons and loses her mind for a minute and goes on a killing spree. In her grief, she finds a cave that's filled with Energon and returns to stasis.

Flash forward years, and someone [probs cons] finds the cave she's residing in and starts mining the now energon crystals; they don't realize there is a GIANT dragon in the cave and hit a deposit that's above her and the vibration pulls her out of stasis and she's grumpy. She yawns and sniffs the air and growls, she attacks the bot and it's over within a minute before Nova transforms and stretches, how long had it been since she took on this form?

She leaves the cave and makes sure to cause a landslide to block it, she'll be able to dig at it later. Before transforming again and flying off to figure out what had happened.

#5 One individual fun fact

Raya

Her eyes used to be honey brown. Raya was going actively blind before augmentation with the war she’s fought in for 20+ years, between the explosions and flashes of plasma, it started taking a bad turn on her vision. She originally started losing her sight at 16 but never told anyone thinking it was normal until she told her uncle about it at 18, there was no point in making a big deal about it between the war and her going through boot camp that they just got her long-lasting contacts. In 2548, Admiral Hood was thinking about having her retire with her vision being so bad but ONI wanted her for the Spartan-IV program with her mission record. Due to the program still being in the experimental phase, they offered her the Spartan-II augmentation, Occipital Capillary Reversal regardless of if failure meant permanent blindness. She jumped on the wagon so fast and the augmentation was a success, however this resulted in her eyes turning into a golden color instead of brown and she can see in the dark.

From her father’s side, she’s from Ukrainian descent, I had to share this too.

Lana

Girl got cheated on by her fiancé while she was deployed and only finds this out because one of her cousin’s had evidence, she confronts him and he says very hurtful things and the main one that she remembers till this day is “you are no good.” And her responds is “you honestly couldn’t have waited till I was six feet under? I would’ve died sooner than later and you couldn’t have let me die thinking you loved me?”

Novarell

Nova and the original Predaking came from the well of allspark together, so they considered each other siblings and were very close until Nova started interacting with Cybertronians and learned how to transform, they started fighting a lot and he practically casted her out but could never bring himself to kill her. She still loves her 'brother' very much and misses him.

#11 OC Moodboard of choice

I’m only gonna do Raya for this, the other two aren’t quite finished

Raya

#This took me so long #and I lived for every second #I love my girls #Raya has so much history #I have been develping her for #14 years #ask #asks #Raya muse #Novarell #Talana Everly #Lana everly #Spartan muse #Spartan Everly #nova #my ocs #Halo oc #Transformers oc

[cerealmonster15]

I’m acting on a whim and posting some unfinished(?) fanfic stuff I wrote like a year ago. Part of my many branches of caterella aus that has vague reference to one of my rsa ocs (dañarte)… but with a cater/idia main plot with jamil/azul happening in he background. My blurbs ended in a bit of a sad spot BUT it was always the intention in my mind that there would be happy resolutions 🙏 these were just little things I wrote for my friend and me bc it was an au we talked about…

Context: idia and cater are bonding, but only online over magicam, and idia is kinda catfishing cater (though not maliciously). when i was trying to name my original rsa oc (char) and looking at names, eppa was one of my initial possible choices. It was maybe my friend who had the idea initially of idia having a fake, RSA princely identity that cater gets to know over magicam?

Eventually I picked char for my actual guy, and dañarte became his cousin via me making typos and more discord sillies lol, but prince eppa became a pseudonym for idia and created another branch for the story. I’ve talked a bit about the dañarte lore and some of that comes into play here. Char I guess would too but I don’t think he got mentioned anywhere lol sorry buddy. But ya idia is pretending to be a prince at rsa named eppa who “secretly likes video games” or whatever I think lol. Idia likes his bond with cater but can’t even begin to think of how cater would react if he found out idia was lying to him.

Anyway. This is more cater/idia (and board game boys friendship) focused than anything (lots of idia pov pining lol) and idk if anyone would wanna read it but I’m putting it here to record keep anyway. No ao3 Bc It’s very unedited and unfinished and just kinda blurb writing lol

But it’s the only time if technically written for caydia. And I do like it. It’s just embarrassing bc I get embarrassed with my oc things and my love for romance drama but i guess I’ve been exposing more of it lately lol… shout out to anyone who recognizes the fic I’m referencing that I DID post lol.

Anyway. Copy pasted from my Google docs:

Idia’s computer pinged as a message appeared on screen.

C.Dia - eppa, are u awake?

Idia looked at the clock, startled. It was 3AM… Idia was still up because he was grinding a new event in one of his many, many, many games, but what the heck was Cater Diamond doing up at this hour? Had he just gotten back from a party?

PrinceEppa: ya, why r u tho? It’s crazy late lol

C.Dia: lol ikr

C.Dia: i just cant sleep rn >.<

PrinceEppa: how come?

C.Dia: i got into a fight w/my bf again…

Idia sighed at his computer. Right… Cater’d started dating that prettyboy from RSA.

PrinceEppa: 0~0 thats like the third time this month…

C.Dia: ya ik ;-;

Idia fiddled with the strings on his hoodie. He didn’t really know if his heart could take hearing Cater talk about another guy, but the thought of Cater laying around sad and alone made him ache just as bad… But what was he supposed to say in times like these? Idia didn’t know anything about comforting someone about relationships! He barely talked to people in general!

Thankfully, Cater kept going and spared Idia the anguish of trying to figure out what to do next.

C.Dia: are u going to bed rn?

PrinceEppa: no lol ill be up for a while longer.

C.Dia: royalty keeps busy at all hours huh?

Idia tensed at the mention of his lies.

PrinceEppa: something like that. Balancing the princely duties and the princely gamer sessions is tough work 😌

C.Dia: LOL. never change eppa <3

His face grew warm, a bittersweet swelling filling his chest.

C.Dia: can u chat with me a lil longer then?

C.Dia: tell me about ur day or ur games or w/e? I kinda just want a distraction, i dont really wanna be alone rn

C.Dia: if ur not busy anyway >.< it’s oki if you wanna focus on ur gamer mode lololol

Idia paused for a moment, before moving his mouse and closing out of his game. The rest of the event grind could wait.

PrinceEppa: im never too busy for you, cay.

C.Dia: thx <3

Sometimes, even for the prince of otakus, there were more important things than gaming…

But only when those things were really, really, really special.

*

“I heard Cater and that RSA boyfriend of his broke up.” Azul spoke after several minutes of silently moving chess pieces around the board.

Idia frowned. “Don’t try and use that as a distraction from the game just because I’m winning.”

Azul kept his face neutral so as not to betray any bluff he might have. “Perish the thought. I just thought his sweet prince eppa would be interested in such information.”

“SHH!” Idia hissed. “Not so loud! Besides, I-I already know. He told me…”

Azul raised an eyebrow. “He told you, or he told Eppa?”

Idia focused on the chess piece he moved. “Same thing.”

Azul sighed as he took his own piece and contemplated his next move. “Hardly. Honestly, how can you ever expect to move your relationship forward if you don’t unmask yourself? All this bonding will be for nothing if you don’t use it to the full extent!”

Idia rolled his eyes. “I don’t wanna hear it from you of all people. How long have you been saying you’re gonna ask Jamil out?”

It was Azul’s turn to shush Idia, face reddening. “How is that even relevant?!”

Idia grinned. “Cuz you keep going on and on to me about how I should be more confident with Cater, but you won’t even take the plunge with Jamil! Hypocrisy much?”

“I’m simply waiting for the right time. I would be a fool if I didn’t stick with my patient strategy of getting him to warm up to me before striking! Move too early, and I’ll undo all my progress…”

Idia sighed, thinking back to all the hours he’d spent DMing Cater under a fake name. They’d gotten quite close, but as far as Cater knew, Idia was still that vague acquaintance in the back of his classes.

If he messed up by telling him his identity at the wrong moment, or didn’t phrase it right…

“Lost progress… that’s exactly what I’m afraid of…”

*

“Idia!” Cater’s cheerful voice called out as he approached the lecture hall desks. “You’re in person again today; that’s three for three this week!” He spoke with a smile as he slid into the seat next to Idia.

Idia jumped at the sudden appearance of his classmate. “O-oh, uh, yeah…”

“Oh, B-T-W, did you hear that Azul and Jamil were on a date Friday night?” Cater said in a half-whisper, leaning close to Idia’s ear.

“Uhh…” Idia didn’t really know how to answer that. Sure, he knew Azul had some overly complicated date-but-not-a-date plan to get Jamil to hang out with him, and then ask him out for real, but how did Cater hear about…?

“I was hangin’ out with the pop music club on Friday when Ruggie texted Kalim that he was serving their table! Isn’t that just crazy?”

Ah. Kalim and Ruggie. That explained it all.

“I mean, I always wondered if those two had something goin’ on, y’know? Like, they had that ‘will they, wont they, playing hard to get’ kind of vibe. Super cute, if you ask me.”

Idia wasn’t really sure that ‘cute’ was a good way to describe anything those two were involved in, but he simply nodded his head along to Cater’s blathering, as he discreetly pulled his phone out of his pocket and switched to his Prince Eppa magicam account, reading the messages from that morning.

PrinceEppa: howre u feeling?

C.Dia: like total trash lol…..

C.Dia: ik he was a jerk but like i miss him, yknow??

C.Dia: or maybe i just miss having someone there. And its almost valentines day lol. Shit timing amirite?

PrinceEppa: that really does suck… im sorry, cater.

C.Dia: thanks, it’s oki tho. Better to get it overwith lol

C.Dia: i really dont wanna get out of bed or go to class…

PrinceEppa: mood

PrinceEppa: u really should tho. Ik it’s hard but itll feel worse if u stay there all alone

C.Dia: urk. Idk if i have the energy to be around people today

PrinceEppa: tbh i get that… i dont rlly wanna go face people either today…

PrinceEppa: how about we try it together?

C.Dia: i wish u went to my school so we really could go to class together <3

C.Dia: but oki. I'll try, for you :)

PrinceEppa: :)

If Cater really was feeling as bad as he felt, he was pretty good at hiding it with that blinding smile and bubbly laughter.

Sure, Idia’s first instinct would be to immediately enable anyone that wanted to spend the day hiding in bed, but… The thought of Cater lying alone in the dark with his thoughts just made Idia sad.

And, if he did that, Idia wouldn’t get to see him in class today…

“Oooh, do you think Azul and Jamil are gonna go out again on Valentine’s day?”

That depends on what Jamil answered on Azul’s questionnaire, Idia thought to himself. He was sure he’d get a full report from Azul later that day at their next club meeting.

Cater sighed. “Another Valentine’s day, and Cay-Cay’s single yet again!” He smiled, but Idia felt that his eyes weren’t lit as bright as they normally were as he spoke. “But, I’m sure some of the boys at Heartslabyul will be hangin’ around like always. It’s never lonely when you live with friends!” He turned to face Idia again. “What about you, Idia? Any steamy plans for Valentine’s day?”

“U-uh…” Idia started fiddling with his hair. It was now or never. ‘A-Actually, Cater… M-my dorm, Ignihyde, we’re h-hosting a movie night that night… Y’know, ‘cause a lot of us don’t really have plans for Valentine’s day and don’t wanna be sulking alone…” He swallowed a lump in his throat and took a deep breath. “...Y-you can come join, i-if you want…?”

Cater blinked a few times, a look of surprise on his face, before breaking into a smile and giving Idia’s arm a small squeeze of a hug. “OMG, movie night at Ignihyde?! I hear you guys have like, the sickest setup! That sounds great; count me in!”

Idia breathed a sigh of relief as the professor began class.

A few seconds in, his phone quietly vibrated as a single message came through. Idia glanced at it from down in his jacket pocket.

C.Dia: a rlly sweet guy in my class just invited me to hang out w/him and his dormmates on valentines day

C.Dia: u were right about getting out of bed. i think ill be okay today ^.^

***

“Hey, Idia…” Cater put his phone down, magicam abandoned where he’d paused on a video of a turtle swimming around an aquarium. “We’ve gotten a bit closer lately, huh?”

Idia paused the game he had up on his tablet. “H-huh? Oh, uh, y-yeah…”

“So, uh,” Cater played with a strand of his hair. “Do you mind if I talk to you about something a little… personal?”

Idia froze. Abort mission, find an escape route, he was not a high enough level for this kind of topic yet! Maybe Eppa was, but Idia!?

And yet, he couldn’t bring himself to just say no when Cater was looking at him with those soft green eyes.

“S-sure…”

“Thanks! Y’know, you’re really sweet, and like, such a good listener…”

Idia hoped the redness of his face was hidden behind the flames of his hair that flickered in every direction.

“And I’ve just been feeling so… confused lately, about where my heart’s at. My feelings feel like they’re being pulled in so many different directions!”

Idia could feel his heart hammering in his chest.

Cater sighed, laying his head down on the table. “My ex asked me on a date today. He wants me to give him another chance.”

The burning sensation from Idia’s insides made a 180 as he felt his blood go cold. This was the last thing he wanted to hear his normie crush come and tell him without warning…

“And the craziest part? I said I’d think about it.”

Oh god.

“I know that’s like, totally insane after everything that happened, but… I dunno, seeing him around now that he goes to school here just has my head all scrambled!” He picked his head up from the table, opened his phone again, and gave the turtle video a like before standing back up suddenly. “Gosh, sorry, I don’t know why I just came over here and dumped that on you, Idia. I guess I just find you so easy to talk to, I get a little carried away!” He said with a nervous laugh.

Lucky Idia.

“But, don’t worry about it. I’ll figure things out for myself. It’ll be A-okay!” Cater gave an unconvincing thumbs up before turning to leave.

Super lucky.

*

“Azul, today might actually be the worst day of my life.” Idia said as he dragged himself into the clubroom and plopped down in the seat across from Azul in their usual spot.

“...Hm? Oh, hello, Idia.” Azul looked up from his phone. “I believe you said the same thing when you came in here to lament about Cater getting together with his… boyfriend, a while back.” Azul seemed tense at the very concept of Danarte. He hadn’t exactly been a fan of the guy since he transferred to not just NRC, but into Scarabia specifically, where he’d made a point to hover around Kalim and Jamil as much as possible.

“I mean, it’s basically the same level of despair. Cater just told me Danarte not only asked him out, but that he’s considering it!” Idia dropped his head facedown onto the table in sorrow. “Like, how could I lose to the same guy twice!? Ugh, honestly, there’s no one as pathetic as me. I am having the WORST time, and NO ONE could possibly understand the agony I’m in right now!”

Azul chuckled, his tone solemn and hollow. “I’ll do you one better. Jamil broke up with me today.”

Wait, what?

Idia’s head shot up as he squinted at Azul, who was gazing sadly at his phone again. “Huh!? Wh- Huh!? What happened?”

Azul sighed. “We had another fight- and I mean, you know how we are. We have our differences, our disagreements, and the two of us can be a bit… stubborn at times. But we always figure it out! We were doing so well… At least, I thought we were.” Azul rested his chin in his hands. “But I suppose Jamil didn’t feel that way. He said he’d had enough of the relationship. Enough of me.”

Azul bowed his head to stare down at the table.

Idia wondered if he was trying not to cry. He looked out the window, both out of respect, and also because it felt kind of awkward to stare at his friend who was clearly just barely holding it together after getting dumped.

After a few seconds of awkward silence, when it was clear neither of them wanted to discuss their woes anymore, Idia spoke. “Uh, wanna play the VR headset boardgames today? Now’s kinda the perfect time to… Escape reality, right?”

Azul lifted his gaze to Idia. “...You just want to make me use the virtual dice again because you know I can’t use my perfected dice strategy on them, don’t you?” He straightened his posture, standing up to get the headsets. “I’ll have you know I won’t let your silly game of virtual chance best me today!”

Oh thank god that worked. Idia didn’t think either of them could handle any more emotions for the day, so he stood up and followed Azul with a grin. “Hehe, we’ll see about that, Azul.”

#cereal writes #ocs #oc: dañarte #kind of. he’s not here but he’s involved #uhhh I’m not putting my mess in the main tags #ur allowed to rb or whatever I just dhfbgbgbg I can’t put this in the tags #it’s by will of god if u see it. or if you happen to be looking on my blog for things I guess LOL #I wrote these bits spaced out over time too #each chunk was as I had a later idea and it was in order as I went #but Idr how far apart they were #last time was apparently sept last year #anyway the point was cater and idia could be a lil more real with each other online #cater a bit more open about his melancholy #and idia more encouraging and then #pushing himself to be in person more both motivated by cay to see him #and bc their convos make him wanna be better or whatever idk #sorry the jamiazu bits may not make sense if you haven’t done the prerequisite reading LOL it’s not a big deal tho

[thegirlwiththeninjaturtletattoos]

Every Rose Has it's Thorn

-Part 4-

>Part 5

&lt;Part 3

Universe: Teenage Mutant Teenage Turtles (Bayverse aged-up turtles)

Rating: R for swearing mostly

Raphael x OC (female character)

Tags: Fluff, sexy moments, original character, slow burn romance

-Rose and Raph talk on a rooftop, just pure unadulterated fluff.

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“Yeah, yeah it is.”

That one sentence had made Rose’s heart beat 100x faster than humanly possible, and she could feel her cheeks flush with a blush that spread over her face faster than she could react. She was still looking at him, almost an incredulous expression on her face. 

“...what?”

Was all she could squeak out, her mind still racing. Raphael’s eyebrow ridges both raised as he realized he’d said that out loud, not in his head. 

“Um, nothin. Nothin!” He fumbled, trying to think of anything to change the subject to. 

Shit. I can’t believe I said that out loud.

“Anyway, you wanna tell me why you were cryin’?” He asked softly. 

“Not really, it’s pretty embarrassing.” Rose said almost immediately. 

“Well if ya don’t talk about it it’s gunna get worse. Besides, who am I gunna tell?”

Raph cracked a smile and punched her arm. He had such a way of making her feel safe and comfortable, and she was finding that she couldn’t say no to him. 

She told him everything. The whole boyfriend situation, her family issues, her struggles in life,  the guy in the bar before he attacked her, everything. It came out like word vomit, every hurt she had felt just came tumbling out of her and she couldn’t help it. Raph just sat there and listened, asking a question now and then but keeping up with her never ending monologue. When she stopped talking and seemed to start to spiral internally, Raph gently took her chin in his hand and lifted her head. Rose looked up into his eyes. 

“Ya know it’s not your fault right? None of it. It’s not your fault, Rose.”

She felt her resolve and will power waver, and tears started to once again roll down her cheeks. 

“It’s gotta be my fault. I had to have done something to deserve all this bad shit happening in my life. This crap doesn’t just happen for no reason.”

Rose tried to pull her head away but Raph was not letting her go anywhere. She closed her eyes, not being able to bear the look of pity she saw reflected back at her.

“Open your eyes.”  

“Nope, I’m good. Thanks.”

“I’m not going ta ask ya again. Open ‘em.”

She shuddered at this exchange between them, god you could cut the sexual tension with a knife. Not as soon as the thought crossed her mind, did the memories of the knife pressed against her throat return. Her eyes quickly opened so she could re-focus on Raph. 

“Repeat after me: It’s not my fault.”

“It’s not my fault.” She said quietly, this whole back and forth seeming ridiculous. 

“Not good enough, try again.” He dropped his hand from her chin, but kept his gaze locked with Rose’s. It seemed like maybe he was enjoying this a little too much from the gleam in his eyes. 

“It’s not my fault.” 

She said it one more time with conviction, a lot louder. She knew it wasn’t her fault that her now ex boyfriend was gay, or her fault for getting roofied in a bar, but it felt good to yell it to the rooftops anyways. Raph seemed pleased with her response, and admittedly she felt a bit better. 

The turtle smiled, and then reached into one of the boxes next to the chair and pulled out two glasses and a bottle of something brown. 

“Want one?” Raph asked. She nodded, and he poured them both a small glass of what she could tell was bourbon. Rose looked over the rim of her glass at him. 

“Wait, are you even old enough to drink? How old are you guys?”

Raphael let out a deep chortle. 

“You’re hilarious.” He paused, realizing she was serious. “I’m 28. Leo’s 29, Donnie’s 26, and Mikey’s 24. Satisfied?”

“Yep, just wanted to be sure I wasn’t breaking the law or anything.”

Rose giggled as she winked at Raph, taking a drink. “Fun fact, we’re the same age.”

“Seriously?”He said, obviously surprised. “Ya look so much younger than that, I thought ya were 22 or something. Especially since ya get along so well with Mike.”

“Yeah well, I have a younger brother about the same age. Mikey reminds me a lot of him, actually.” She smiled at the darkening city, remembering a childhood of videogames and well, shared trauma. Both her and her brother were pretty fucked up emotionally. Their parents had not done them very many favors, and Rose basically raised the both of them. 

“Anyways, enough about me. I wanna know more about you.”

On the word “you” she leaned over and grabbed Raph’s glass, and poured them both more hooch. She felt so free up here with him, and was just really happy. And maybe a little bit buzzed. Maybe. 

Raph shook his head at her, hiding a full smile. 

“Ah, no.”

“Oh c’mon, I told you like my whole life story.” Rose pouted her lip and placed her hand on his thigh, knowing exactly what she was doing. Raph swallowed hard, and did everything in his power to remain still and calm while his heart was thumping in his chest. Her touch electrified him, and he knew that if she kept teasing him like this it would take all his willpower to sit there and let her, but god he would enjoy the ride. 

“You get one.” He huffed out, trying to cover how turned on he was. 

“Hm. Ok tough guy who tries to seem all deep and mysterious, but who’s actually a teddy bear on the inside. I’ve got to think of a good one, then.” She moved her hand from his leg and he let out the breath he was subconsciously holding in. Raph snorted at her comment, but was impressed that she had his personality pretty much pegged. He didn’t think he was that see through. Rose took another swig of her drink and quickly looked at Raph. 

“Ooh I’ve got the perfect one. Are ya ready?”

“Hit me.” He took a sip from his glass as he waited for her. 

“Are you dating anyone right now?”

Raph choked on his drink a little, getting a laugh from Rose in the process. He was so shocked and confused, why did she care? Why was she asking? Was she just being polite, or were her long glances at him when she thought he wasn’t looking actually a sign that she was interested? He was a mutant turtle after all, there’s no way that a beautiful human woman like her would want anything to do with him. 

You’re a freak. Get a grip, Raph.

He had to remember their differences. Put distance between them, and remind her that he wasn’t human. Wasn’t normal. 

“You’re kidding, right?” He grunted at her, hoping she’d take the hint. She looked at him quizzically, not understanding. “I’m a mutant freak who lives in the sewers. Whaddya think that means for my dating life, huh?” Raph was getting a little more defensive than he should, but she had to understand. She was torturing him with things he could never have. 

“Hey, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize how insensitive that would come across.” Rose put her hand on Raph’s shoulder, and got up from the bean bag to sit closer to him. She snuggled up against his arm, but kept facing forward. He immediately felt bad for snapping at her. She was a good person, she had no way of knowing what a sore subject this was for him. 

“It’s ok, I just, ah…it’s hard for me to talk about. It’s not like I don’t want ta find someone, but I mean c’mon, look at me. Anyone who isn’t freaked out by the turtle thing is freaked out by how strong I am. I just don’t see it ever happening for me, and I can’t get my hopes up, ya know?”

He felt her grip on his arm tighten, and looked over to see her gazing at him with her breathtaking eyes. 

“You’re worthy of love too, ya know? You’ll find it someday, I’m sure of it. It’s ok to hope.”

Raph felt tears prick his eyes as he let her words sink in. He couldn’t manage responding to her, so he turned and rested his forehead against the top of her head, her hair tickling his face. With a sigh, he took in her scent and basked in how amazing it was to be this close. He wanted so badly to lean down and kiss her. She was so close and he was aching to feel her lips against his. He bit his lip, and the thoughts of all the things he’d like to do to that pretty mouth filled his mind and took over. 

“Wow, it got dark really fast huh?”

Rose stirred him from his trance, and he looked up. Finally he could show her why they came up here. 

“Get ready for that thing I was talkin bout earlier.” He smiled, a full smile out in the open and she loved it. 

“You have an amazing smile, Raph. Like seriously, a total knockout.” She feigned being hit in the heart by something to prove her point, which only made him smile more. 

“All right Shatner, enough with the theatrics.” He teased, and nudged her shoulder. “Look up, Rose.”

As she did, a meteor shower began over their heads. So this is what he meant when he said something cool. Dang, he had some serious dating game and he didn’t even know it. 

“Raph, oh my god. This is amazing.” Hundreds of little lights danced above their heads, feeling like they were in a big city fairytale. They both had their eyes focused to the sky, watching as if nothing else mattered in that moment. 

“Hey Raph?”

“Hmm.”

“Did you make a wish yet?”

Little did she know he had made his wish the minute he first saw her, and he would do anything to make it come true. 

“Yeah. You?”

"Yeah. Hopefully, they’ll both come true.”

#bayverse tmnt #tmnt bayverse x reader #tmnt bayverse #raphael x reader #bayverse raphael x reader #tmnt x oc #tmnt fanfic #bayverse raphael #mywriting

[cobrrastyle]

Same anon from the billy and the person who treats them like an advrage joe here, im requesting this mostly as a reference for how he may react with an oc of mine so if you don't wanna do this one i understand, but alive billy with a person that had bad abandoment issues because if people suddenly leaving them in the past. Can be either romantic or platonic, whichever you feel more comfortable with, but again you don't have to do this one if you dont want to

a.n. hello, anon! glad to hear from you again!! i'd be happy to do your request. i've decided to try out platonic hcs for a change, hope that's okay! ofc, theres no explicit mention of it being platonic so feel free to read this and interpret it however you'd like. sending much love to your oc, they deserve the world! <3

𝗔𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗜𝘀𝘀𝘂𝗲𝘀

𝅘𝅥𝅲  gn!reader

𝅘𝅥𝅲  relationship. platonic leaning

𝅘𝅥𝅲  warnings. none

𝅘𝅥𝅲  edited. n/a

• contrary to ghost!billy, alive!billy is extremely unfamiliar with what's it's like to be abandoned. there will be a bit of a disconnect when it comes to empathizing with you, but don't let that steer you away from the fact that he DOES indeed care.

• tell him about your past and the cobra will be mad and sad for you all at once. he never really thought about it before, but being left behind by the people you thought cherished you sounds beyond terrifying to him and he can only imagine what you must feel.

• he's quick to tell you that you're 100x more than whatever those bozos were and assures you that he would never do the same thing they did. he means what he says, but sometimes, his words end up sounding a little more harsh than what he originally intended to get across.

"they were total d-bags anyway! if anything, it's good they left y—!"

• and there he goes, seemingly missing the point entirely. (we do not phrase the second half like that 💀)

• he knows he's screwed up once you look at him with a pained look in your eye and he immediately tries to backtrack and fix his mess-up.

• then, he's at a loss for words and doesn't really know what to say. he honestly feels really guilty and he can only sit next to you as none of you utter a thing.

• leave it to the cobra to get you and him back on your feet though! if there's anything he despises more, it's pessimism and gloom, especially when he's the one being a major kill-joy.

• that being said, billy places a firm—and a tad heavy—hand on your shoulder which catches you off guard. turn your head and you'll be faced with a beaming smile (it's blinding, even!)

"hey, i know just what you need." your silence prompts him to continue. "confidence!"

• there he goes again, and atp, you're inclined to think he's not taking this seriously. you're more than ready to leave until he stands right in front of you, preventing you from going anywhere.

"c'mooon. look, you gotta recognize your own worth. show em all what you're made of! trust me, the cobra sees it in you. we just gotta get you to see it. now you're gonna need a shot of it—a lot of it actually. lucky for you, doctor billy is in!"

• and just like that, billy will take the 'love yourself' concept to extreme mode! he's gonna be super supportive <3

• any form of self-deprecation from you will be met with opposition, STAT. mf is going to be your no.1 hypeman fr!

• surprisingly, jammin' out to his music is a huge help and is something he loves to initiate! he loves doing this thing where he strums his guitar and has you repeating lyrics after him (many of them on the spot, specifically made for you). the fact that most of his songs are in first person gives you the chance to insert yourself into the music. plus, it gets you to smile!

• will spoil you rotten, regardless of what you say. for crying out loud, you're tight with the b joe co! it takes a special kind of person for that and he's only gonna want high level stuff for you!

• distancing yourself will be very difficult. wherever you go, he goes (unless his stardom doesn't allow for it like when he's on tour).

• it's at times like these where you're more likely to overthink, but rest assured, billy plans on keeping a stable connection with you through call!

• act differently around him in the hopes that he sticks around longer and he WILL notice and WILL call you out on it. this isn't you and he's not gonna wanna play dumb. he won't just "stick" around—he doesn't like it when you put it that way—and he'll clarify that he just likes being with you, the real you.

• for as much as billy gets sidetracked with other things, he genuinely does care about you and feels terrible when he realizes that he’s been getting too carried away with stuff. out of everything, you’re one of the only constants in his life and he is willing to pull out every trick in the book to help you feel less alone and loved <3

• if you need words of affirmation, he'll do it in a heartbeat, but he does get kind of hurt that you would ever think that way of him—that he'd leave ever you. throughout his life he's been a dick, sure, and he still may be a jackass, but ever since you came along, you've influenced him for the better, which is something you may not always realize.

"i'm better than that! you know that... right?"

• it's hard trusting someone's word when you've had such a rough history, but take a bit to search for any shred of doubt in his eyes and you'll only be met with sincerity. realize that this is good for you, that you're not alone in the healing process. after that? crack a smile, whatever the size, and affirm it. you're not where you stood back then, things are better.

"now that's what i like to hear!"

#dtmg #bjc #billy joe cobra x reader #alive!billy

[starjane312]

Kit Tanthalos x OC

Big Masterlist

Masterlist

Chapter 27

The next day, we’re surprised. Miles slept through the whole night. It’s extremely Foggy. We are both looking at each other. Miles bound to my Chest.

K: What are we going to do with the Name thing ?

I look at her.

J: Well… We’ll let him figure that out once he’s old enough ?

She looks at me with a face that says ‘Really ?’. I lift my hands.

J: Ok, sorry.

I think.

J: How bout we both just pick one ?

She sighs.

K: Thought about that too but what if we choose the same thing ?

J: I want Mama.

K: Good, I picked Mom.

J: See, it worked.

We both chuckle and look at Miles. 

B: Don’t you understand. You’ve killed us !

G: I had to do it. I didn’t have a choice.

We walk to them.

Ja: What did he do ?

B: He set Kenneth free.

G: He was Sick.

J: He would have Died. 

B: You’re on his side ?

J: Yes. Kenneth would have died if he went further. He was getting weaker the Further we went. 

B: Yeah ? Well, now we’re gonna die. Hundreds of leagues from anywhere. There’s no way to go forward, there’s no way to go Backwards. And nothing, nothing has gone the way it was supposed to !

E: We have to walk. It’s what you said. We walk across it.

B: For how long ? Till we starve ?

E: It’s not long now. We’re close. 

We start walking.

J: You wanna know what I’m thinking about.

K: What ?

J: What are we going to do with Miles during the Fight ?

She looks at me.

K: Oh shit.

W: I can put a force field around him.

J: You can ?

W: Yes.

J: Good. That’s good.

E: We’re almost there.

W: I didn’t know how far we’d have to go.

I hold Kit’s hand as we walk.

Ja: Your mother told me before we left that you’d never give up. And there Might come a Time where I’d have to bring you Home.

K: You think this is it ?

We both look at her.

Ja: No. I think you’re gonna make that Decision on your own.

K: What did she tell you ?

I look at her.

J: Me ?

She nods.

J: She asked me if I really loved you. And then told me to protect both of you.

She squeezes my Hand. A giant  skeleton can be seen through the fog.

B: Hey do you see that ? 

G: What ? The Giant skull ?

B: Yeah. Just checking. I’m not who I thought I was Gray. 

G: Who are you ?

B: I’m nobody.

We keep walking. I give Boorman a look. I don’t know how long we were walking, but Miles needed Three new Diapers and was fed four times. When Boorman stops Elora from walking. We see a cliff with no end and nothing ahead of us. 

K: Oh my God. 

J: That is not good.

E: Impossible. 

G: Maybe we took a wrong turn somewhere.

J: Really we walked straight ahead. What Turns did we Take ?

B: Yeah, should've gone left. 

E: We crossed the sea. We passed the Test. The city is Supposed to be here. 

W: It isn’t.

E: It has to be !

W: I’m turning back. 

B: Yeah me too.

Ja: We went as far as we could Elora. 

E: No. This isn’t how it ends. 

K: How does it end ?

She lets go of my Hand and walks to Elora.

E: In the Immemorial City. With the wand Broken, and me … Dead.

K: What ? 

E: It’s what Willow saw in his Vision all those years ago. The reason Sorsha didn’t want him to Train me. Tried to hide me away. ‘Cause if I face the Crone, that’s how it’ll end. Isn’t it ?

We all look at Willow. 

W: How did you know ?

E: She showed me.

J: The Crone ?

Ja: You’ve been, what, communing with her ?

B: Great. Just Great. She led us right here.

W: I thought I could Change it. But I’m not a great sorcerer. I’m just a Farmer who got lucky. 

Crying Elora falls to her knees. 

W: And I can’t keep pretending. 

E: Neither can I. I don’t wanna be Elora Danan. I just wanna go home.

I look at her with a sad face. I can understand her. It’s a heavy burden resting on her shoulders. Kit looks at me and Miles.

K: Well, tough.

She goes to kneel in front of her.

K: You’re afraid. So am I. But you know what ? My fear, it doesn’t get to decide. It doesn’t get to, to define me. I’m not giving it the Power. I’m giving it to you. I have never believed in anything my whole life. I believe in you. 

E: I don’t know … I don’t know what to do. 

K: Yes, you do. We both do.

They get up.

B: Look around. It’s over. There is nowhere to gop but back

Kit takes a look at me and Miles. My breath gets stuck in my chest and I shake my head. She hugs Elora.

K: You ready ?

E: Yes.

J: No wait.

K: We’ll do it together.

J: Kit !

They both fall backwards. Jade holds me back. I cry and scream Kit’s name and Miles starts crying too. I fall to my Knees pressing Miles against my Chest. I feel someone hugging me.

B: I’m here.

I fall into Boorman and sob in his chest. 

#kit tanthalos #kit tanthalos x reader #kit tanthalos x oc #willow #jade claymore #aryk tanthalos #elora danan #thraxus boorman #graydon hastur

[zaderyn]

Ok so I’m moving all my accounts. One, I’m unhappy with some of my older writings, which are much worse quality. Two, I made all my accounts kind of thoughtlessly, and I’m not happy with their handles and everything. Three, I’m wanting to make more original stuff rather than fanfics primarily, as well as revamping the characters that will be in those. Fourth, I wanna start getting comms and interacting with people a lot more and a fresh start just feels right.

I’ll link all the new accounts and explain how I’m gonna be using them briefly at the end. But in 30 days I’m gonna delete my old accounts, mainly because of the aforementioned dislike of my older stuff. Most of my works on Ao3 I will remove notes and some other stuff from, but leave on the site as orphaned works. However, all my ‘original work’ stuff will get deleted in 30 days. So if you like any of those 3 works, feel free to download a copy for your own enjoyment (please don’t reupload it anywhere).

And I wanna reiterate that I’m gonna be doing a lot more original stuff, and a lot less fanfics. I won’t stop doing them altogether probably, but most works will feature Zeed from the previous original works (though more developed) and a new guy Rhys, who both come from D&D campaigns that I’ve gone ahead and taken my characters from and twisted into something that I hope the others that played in that campaign never see lol.

Finally, though Zeed is less a fursona and more just an oc, I’m gonna be going by Zeed for online purposes. Any other iterations of it or nicknames based off it are fine, too.

[SFW Twitter] Gonna use this for anything personal, retweeting some art, and probably anything I might end up doing with cons in the future. Probably won’t be especially active honestly.

[NSFW Twitter] Mostly like how I’ve used Twitter up to this point, retweeting art, talking about anything kink.

[Ao3] For any fanfics I write in the future

[FA] For original works, and if I ever do writing commissions, this is where it’ll be.

[Tumblr] This Tumblr right here. Sort of a combination of both of the Twitters, but mostly a fail-safe for if any other website goes down or abruptly changes its policies, so at least there’s some place you can find me.

Discord: Zaderyn#3015. No plans for this yet, but I’ll probably  join some servers and chat with folks. I guess feel free to DM me there or whatever.

#sorry this is so long and wordy #i ramble too much lol #and its difficult for me to decide what is useful to mention

[seawitch62]

Delighted Arches

Part Nine of the Catnip Man Series

Jeonghan x OC (Rose)

Fluff

WC: .8k

Catnip Man Masterlist

Online shopping is the way to go, Rose muses, convenience at your fingertips.

The hassle of dealing with the weather, the traffic and people is a thing of the past.

From experience though Rose has garnered not to purchase shoes online. 

Her last efforts all ended dismally.

They never fit, or look as they are portrayed, shoes need to be touched, you need to try them on.

Her friends have told her of a new store, 'Delighted Arches', they say the selection is to die for and the customer service is outstanding.

Needing to replace her old faithfuls, and curious about the store, Rose decides to give it a shot.

■

While her vehicle is in idle, she scans her playlist, as always SF9 is selected.

Alright, you’re different different, yeah, let’s go If you go with the original formula, I heard I could fit the half How come I can’t feel anything from you I don’t know the answer, nothing Shall we warm up Let’s go…

Expecting to hear the lyrics she knows so well, she is stunned  to hear.

I’ll never let go From your hand in a place I’ve never been I swear, I promise To the echo of my deep heartbeat I’ll give you everything We make the rules The only rule in the world Can’t change it, Not anyone anyone Because you taught me all my reasons Anywhere in the world, I say that it’s you...

"What the fuck?!?!?"

"What the hell is this??"

As the song plays on,

Ay, this rule O mine On my mind yeh Two main actors without supporting actors on stage Share our breath, even the familiar flow We are together in the eternal performance...

Her beloved playlist is corrupted.

"Who is this?" She mutters.

At the next available exit, she pulls over, selects another song.

SF9 Trauma.

Continues to her destination.

All eyes are on us (Us)

Chariot riding across the sun

(Keep riding, Oh!)

Juicy, Juicy, Uhh! juicy, Juicy

When the gunshot's all done ringing

(That spicy feeling)

Aim and shoot the sun at your heart

(I just wanna do this)

Uhh! juicy, juicy

"WHAT THE FUCK!," She yells at her audio system.

Near tears that her precious SF9 playlist is gone, she nearly misses her turn off.

Arriving at 'Delighted Arches'  Rose wonders what the hell happened to her playlist.

Entering the store, Rose first notices the decor, its elegant yet trendy, aisles of shoes. The music playing over the speaker system is not of her liking.

You made this song who I am And here you come Three two one Want to give everything If I can just have you Won’t let them break your heart oh no Without you I’m nothing…

"Well I'm not here for the music but shoes" she tells herself.

Browsing, the many options before her, she selects three pairs to try on.

Finding a free chair, she seats herself.

"Delighted Arches welcomes you Kitty" a voice flirts.

Rose looks up and Jeonghan, also known as Catnip man, stands before her.

With an inward sigh, looking directly at him, she gives a tight smile.

'Can my day get any worse' are her thoughts.

As he kneels down at her feet, he scans her selection with a frown.

"Are you sure you want these?" Pointing to the shoes.

"Yes"

"So be it, they do nothing for your legs" he tells her.

Taking off her shoes, he slowly begins to massage her feet.

"What the…"

"All part of the service" he grins.

Gradually his limber fingers work their way to her calves. 

He suddenly stops, reaches into his pocket and grabs a lotion.

Expert hands and fingers work their magic.

"You like?"

"Victoria secrets Velvet petals, untamed".

Working his way to her knees,

"This will not do! I will be right back"

When he leaves, Rose regains her senses,the  lotion smells nice and that massage, wow.

"What am I doing ?"

As she is putting her shoes into their allotted boxes, Catnip man returns. 

Holding a shoebox, with a look of sheer pleasurably mischief.

He once again kneels at her feet, gently putting her foot on his knee, he opens the shoebox.

Rose notices a pink sparkly high heel shoe, with hello kitty on the side.

Jeonghan slides the shoe onto her foot, turning her foot  left to right.

"Perfect for my kitty" he states.

Placing the other shoe on her vacant foot, he admires his choice.

"Now these accentuate your long legs, Kitty mine!"

Rose has to admit, they are pretty.

"Are you on commission?" She asks.

Laughing, "Kitty, my precious you amuse me!"

Rose takes her selection to the counter, including the hello kitty high heels for purchase,

Catnip man following.

"Kitty, how about we continue the massage at your place!".

•

Rose, also known as the reader, has two options.

Take her shoes head home alone and fix her playlist

Or

Jeonghan also known as Catnip man also heads to her place, not to fix her playlist but to continue the massage 😉

#svt fluff #svt fanfic #catnip man #Catnip Man #jeonghan fic #svt jeonghan #svt Jeonghan fic #seventeen fic #svt jeonghan fic #seventeen fanfic #svt fanfics #svt fic #catnip man fic #seventeen jeonghan fanfic #jeonghan fluff #jeonghan x oc #svt scenarios #svt x oc #seventeen imagines #seventeen fanfics #seventeen x oc

[oreomonsterhunter]

“Now get your shoes on, you big idiot”

Pairing: Johnny x reader (or OC)

Word Count: 1259

Genre: fluff

Warnings: language?

Summary: Johnny accidentally confesses his feelings for his best friend

You hadn’t seen Johnny in ages, so when he called you, even though it was almost midnight and you were so ready to go to bed, you answered without a second thought.  “Hello handsome,” you grinned, blinking sleepily.

“Oh sh—it’s late, I’m sorry,” Johnny grimaced.

You waved him off.  “I missed you,” you said simply.

“Missed you too, dork,” he said, smiling through the screen.

“Ok, so tell me everything, are you eating enough?  Sleeping enough?  Do I need to come and beat up your manager?”

There was that laugh you’d been missing.  “I’m fine, it’s the usual song and dance.  You know how it is—just packed schedules these days.”

You frowned at him, “I know, we haven’t met up in weeks.  Some bestie you are.”

“Hey, you better not replace me,” Johnny narrowed his eyes.

“If I did, I’d replace you with Mark,” you teased.  “Maybe Doyoung.  Or do you know BTS?  Can you introduce me to Jimin?”

Johnny groaned, “I know I’m not your bias, but you don’t have to rub it in every chance you get.”

“Shut up, everyone’s a Jimin stan, they just refuse to admit it.”

“This is what I get for having friends outside the industry.”

You snorted, “I’m your only friend outside the industry.”

“Are not.”

“Am too.”

Johnny grumbled, resigning himself to changing the subject, rather than engaging in another argument he had no hope of winning.  You smirked at your victory.

Thirty minutes later, though, your eyelids were drooping.  Johnny noticed right away, nose practically pressed to the screen.  “Hey, sleepy, time for bed,” he whispered dramatically.

“Nuh uh,” you shook your head, snuggling back into the pillows.

“Hang up, come on.  It’s late, you’re tired, I’m tired.  But you can sleep in tomorrow and I can’t.”

You pouted, “No fair, I’m coming to yell at SM.”

Johnny just laughed at you again.  “Alright, seriously go to bed.”

“You first.”

He sighed, shaking his head, “You’re so annoying.  Hang up and get some sleep.”

“Nope, you first.”

Johnny glared playfully, “No, you.”

You giggled back, “No, you.”

“I love you.”

“No, yo—what?” you blinked.  Johnny gaped back at you, face turning redder by the second.  His mouth opened and closed, and then he made a face and ended the call.  “Goodnight,” he muttered, and then your screen went dark.

You gaped at the screen.  He really just hung up on you?  After saying...wait, wait, hold up.  Had Johnny seriously just said he loved you?  Was that a confession?  A shitty confession, you deserved better.  Was it an accident?  Oh my gosh, what if he never meant to say that, had you imagined it?  No, he was way too nervous for that—

You shook your head, ignoring the thoughts spiraling in your tired brain.  How could you sleep now?  Only one thing to do—go to the source.

That’s how you found yourself at Johnny’s door sometime after one in the morning, wearing mismatched socks and sweats with holes in the ankles, and your shoe half falling off.  You smashed the doorbell again, sure that Johnny must be awake, he was just ignoring you like all the texts you’d sent on the way over.  He had his read receipts on, for goodness sake.  You could tell he was ignoring you, that big lug.

Finally, the door cracked open.  You opened your mouth to yell at him, but the look on his face stopped you.  And you knew.

Everything you wanted to say dissolved, and you couldn’t do anything but smile at him.  Those damn butterflies were back, you felt like you’d float away.  “Wanna go on a walk?”

That got Johnny to open the door.  He whipped it open, glaring at you, totally different from the unsure expression a few seconds ago.  “Are you crazy?  It’s late, go home, okay?  Actually no, it’s late, you shouldn’t walk on your own.  You can sleep on the couch.  Heck, I’ll take the couch and you can take the bed.”

Your smile only grew, watching him ramble the way your brain hadn’t stopped rambling since he hung up on you.  And you felt your thoughts drift into silence.  “I love you, too.  Now get your shoes on, you big idiot.”

For a moment, neither one of you moved, and you wondered if you broke him.  Furrowing your brow, you opened your mouth to ask him, but that’s when he moved.  Large hands cupped your jaw the way you’d been dreaming about, and his nose brushed yours oh so gently, and then your lips met.

And Johnny proceeded to, for lack of a better phrase, kiss the snot out of you.

Your knees wobbled, and Johnny walked you backwards without breaking the kiss, backing you up against the wall.  You gasped, trapped between the brick and the solid mass of Johnny in front of you.  Johnny pressed his advantage, diving deeper into the kiss.  He tasted like toothpaste, you noted distantly, too distracted by the feel of those lips.

He was only wearing a t-shirt outside, and the heat of him threatened to burn you, yet you couldn’t keep away.  You fisted the thin material, fingers brushing up against rippling muscle beneath, and pushed impossibly closer to him.  What you would give to just melt into him.  Johnny groaned softly, rocking forward and biting your lower lip.  His thumb brushed over your cheekbone, softer than you thought possible.

Then Johnny tensed, pulling away from you.  “I’m sorry, wait a second.  I should have asked,” he started to ramble again.

You shook your head at him, sweet boy.  Mama Suh had raised him well, but he was still dumb sometimes.  That’s why you loved him so much.

You didn’t bother trying to explain; you simply twined your arms around his neck and yanked his lips back to yours.  This time, it was your turn to nip at him, insistent that he resume that steamy kiss immediately.

Finally, who knows how many minutes or seconds or years later, you broke apart to breathe.  Johnny pressed his forehead into yours, and you grinned, feeling a bit drunk.  On the lack of sleep or his kisses?  Gosh, you’d just kissed Johnny, your best friend.  And you realized you’d happily kiss him forever.  How had you waited this long?  Or rather, why had you waited?  Apparently you’d been missing out on Mr. Pillow Lips for years.

As your breathing calmed, you opened your eyes, looking up to meet Johnny’s gaze.  He blinked at you, and your smile bloomed.  “Should we go on that walk now?” you asked, surprised to hear that your voice was a bit hoarse.

Johnny smiled at you, leaning back to look at you properly.  “You and I both need to sleep more.  I promise we’ll go on a walk another time.”

“Just sleep?” you asked innocently, fluttering your lashes at him.

“Just sleep, you menace,” he laughed, slinging an arm around your shoulders and pulling you inside his apartment.  Your grin widened, thrilled that your best friend hadn’t gone anywhere.  You should have known better than to think that Johnny would let things get awkward.

You hummed thoughtfully as he led you through the apartment.  “I could exchange a walk for more kisses, I suppose,” you said, biting your lip.

“I just bet you could, princess,” Johnny smirked.  He let you go to flop on the bed.  When you stood in the doorway, a bit unsure, he propped himself up on his elbows, a twinkle in his eyes.  “But you’ll have to come and get them.”

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Masterlist

#johnny fluff #johnny headcanons #johnny imagines #johnny scenarios #johnny x reader #johnny drabbles #johnny fanfic #johnny fic #nct drabbles #nct headcanons #nct imagines #nct fuff #nct 127 imagines #nct 127 headcanons #nct 127 fluff #nct 127 fanfic #nct 127 scenarios #nct 127 drabbles #nct johnny #I’m literally in love w this gif #plain tshirts are sex c and no I won’t be accepting arguments #Johnny+princess

[hoseokisgucci]

You Lift Me Up

GENRE: Fluff and Smut

WORD COUNT: 5K

PAIRING: Taehyung x Reader

SUMMARY: Taetae here sees OC at the gym, one day helps her out a little when she gets injured and somehow ends up in her bed. 

WARNING: Tbh there’s some oral in there (fem receiving), some body worship, a lil of undiscovered kinks showing a sneak peek, penetrative sex, a little dialogue heavy, Taehyung being softboi max. 

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I originally uploaded this without the smut, but then deleted it, and now I’m putting it up again because I finally got around to finishing it. I definitely wanted to write something gym related because its my safe space but I really also wanted to make it soft because IM AN IDIOT FOR PEOPLE FALLING IN LOVE/FINDING THEIR PEOPLE. 

“How different would it be anyways? I’ll just ask someone for help if I need it. It’s not like I’ll be abandoned by everyone just because I don’t have a partner.”

 “Hey! We didn’t abandon you!! We have exams. Our university made you lonely, not us.” Your friend squawked over the phone.

 Taking advantage of this new found chink in her armor, you added, “Yes. An institution is more important than I am. I see how it is. Hungry, partner-less and overcome with despair. That’s my life now.”

 She huffed, and you could just imagine her shaking her head at you. “You’re a heathen. I’ll buy you food. Now bye. Duty calls.”

 You laughed out an affirmative and slid the phone into the side pocket of your gym bag. The university gym was located close to your dorms, which made it easier for you to haul your ass to the gym even on your lazy days. You were already wondering what it would be like without a partner. You always had friends with you at the gym, be it one or two. You never had to worry about spotting or support ever before, but now these questions crossed your mind. Scenarios where you dropped a dumbbell on your toe or worse, your face flashed before your eyes. You shuddered when a haunting crack resounded in your ears, the sound reminding you to be wary of heavy lifting while you were on your own.

 Getting started on your workout was easy enough. A little warmup here, a bit of running and cycling there. The music pumping through your ears helped you keep up the pace as you cycled, body starting to sweat, lips mouthing the words of the song playing through your earphones. When you hit the 15-minute mark, you figured it would be alright to cycle for 5 more minutes. 

Just as the song changed, and you looked down to check if the lever for your seat was proper, your heart came up to your throat as someone tapped you. With your hand over your heart, legs coming to a stop, you turned to see the most gorgeous man ever. Scratch that. The most gorgeous being ever.

 Lost in your head, you only came to when you realized that his lips were supposed to be forming coherent sentences. That were aimed at you. Raising your hand, your palm faced towards him, you said, “Wait, I can’t hear you.”  His lips grimaced, as if embarrassed and he nodded his head. When you turned off your music, paused your timer and turned to look at him, torso twisting in his direction, his eyes quickly snapped to yours, as if he wasn’t just checking out the swell of your ass perched on the tiny cycle seat. You raised your brows at him, which probably kickstarted his brain again. He gulped and said,

 “How long will you take?”

  You were about to retort and tell him that there were other cycles too, but when you turned the other way, you saw that all of them were occupied.

 “Maybe around 4 more minutes.” He nodded in response, gave a quick smile, and when he was about to turn away, you tapped his hand, grabbing his attention once more. You didn’t know why you felt good, having those eyes on you. You were probably going crazy, you imagination making you see the electricity in them.

 Rethinking about your situation, you said, “Actually, I’ll get off. I was just going to do some extra cycling, but you can get started.”

 He shook his head, curly hair bouncing around as he said, “No no, please take your time. I’ll just stretch some while you’re getting done.”

 You nodded your head and smiled at him, hoping that he could understand how grateful you were. You got back to cycling, starting up the movement of your legs once again. Without the music to keep you occupied your eyes wandered to the mirror in front of you. As you scanned your surroundings, you noticed the guy from before, stretching his arms, gazed fixed on your form. The intensity with which he kept looking at you almost made your legs flounder, but you concentrated on maintaining your momentum.

 Sighing inwardly, your eyes moved backed to him. He hadn’t noticed you looking at him, because he wasn’t focused on your face, but rather your ass. Wanting to add fuel to the fire, you stuck your ass out a little more and arched your back a little more, making your body look a little more tantalizing. As you did this, you could see his eyes widen a little, hands now hanging limp. You discreetly kept looking at him, and could see him scan your form, his gaze focusing on your face. You cycled a bit more aggressively, the motion moving you from side to side. 

If he was watching, you might as well give him a good show. When you eyed him again, he was bent over, legs spread wide, hands touching the ground, stretching. But his eyes, they didn’t leave you, or rather, your butt, even once.

 Your timer beeped, signaling the end of your 20 minutes. You slowed down your legs and sat there, catching your breath. When you looked at yourself in the mirror, your cheeks were flushed, sweat dotting your forehead and your face glistened. You looked thoroughly wrecked. He was still looking at you. You got off the cycle, walked to him and said, “Its all yours.”

 He nodded, and you walked away. You breezed through the rest of the workout, mind occupied with thoughts of big hands and one beautiful man.

  Through the next week, you kept seeing him at the gym, on a machine or doing a rep. You weren't ignoring him, per se, but what the hell would you go and say to him? "Hey I think you're pretty hot, come over and choke me?"

 Definitely not.

 A week without a partner goes by with no problems, but its like your beginner luck in the world of solo exercising has run out when you lose your balance while doing weighted squats. Even before starting the set, you were a bit worried, because the rod itself weighed 32 kgs, and you had added plates of 10 kgs. You never imagined that you'd get injured at the gym out of all places but, alas! Your time had come. When you felt that you had no control over the bar and your body anymore, you tried to brace yourself for impact, but two hands lifted the bar off of your shoulders, which allowed your body to gain some balance. When you looked at the mirror, you saw cycle dude holding the bar in his hands. You quickly turned around and helped him rack it.

With frantic eyes, he scans your body for any apparent injuries and asks,

 "Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?"

 "Uh no, I don’t think so. Just that, my knee might be a little sprained."

 His eyes focus on your knee, hands out in front of him, ready to support you. You start walking, but you can feel a slight tinge in your right knee when you put pressure on it. The discomfort might show on your face, because he wraps your arm around his shoulder, and urges you to put your weight on him. He walks you to the bench and sits you down, your leg extended in front of you.

Squatting near your leg, fingers brushing the hair our of his eyes and off of his forehead, he asks,

"Can you call someone to take you home?"

 You take a minute to think if there's anyone who actually could take you home at this moment. And you come up with no one. You tell him so.

 Tentatively, eyes now darting here and there, he says

 "Uh, would you mind if I dropped you off?"

  You blurt out, "Why?"

 "Huh?"

 "Why would you do that? You don't even know me."

 "Well I, uh, might have a small crush on you. Not in a creepy way! I just think you're kinda cute. And I would feel better if I knew you'd get home safely."

  Welp. That's kinda endearing.

  "Okay. Let's go."  

 He asks for your locker number, goes and gets both of your bags and comes to get you. For a few minutes, you walk with your arm around his

 shoulder, half of your weight held up by him. Your pace is probably slower than a snail, what with you trying to clumsily hop and him trying to support you. He stops and says,

 "Okay, let's get you on my back. You can point in what direction you wanna go and I'll carry you. It'll be faster and way better for you."

 You try to protest but he's already hanging both of your bags around his neck and getting on his haunches in front of you, hands ready to hold your legs. So you climb on.

As he starts walking, he says,

"I'm Taehyung by the way, your beloved servant."

 "Well, my dear servant, you shall call me princess then," you cheekily reply as you tighten your hold around his neck.

 He laughs and shakes his head, huffing out, "Wow, the audacity."

 "I'm sorry. Thank you so much, I'll be indebted to you forever. You're too kind," you sincerely say to him.

 He just hums in response, so you leave it at that. Your dorm building isn't that far, so you make it there in no time. You get in the lift, and once it opens on your floor, you tell Taehyung your dorm number.

 You tell him your door code, and he walks you in, going straight to your couch and sitting you down. He takes the bags from his neck and puts them aside. Next, he takes off your shoes and puts them near your door.

 "Okay, do you mind if I check your fridge? Is there anything like an icepack? To put on your knee?"

 "Yeah, there is an ice pack."

 He grabs the ice pack, fills it with ice cubes and holds it on your knee. The freezing sensation

 sends a twinge down your knee. He urges you to hold the ice pack and goes to the kitchen. When he comes back, he presses a glass of water to your lips, and you drink.

 Once you're done, he sets the glass on the coffee table, and settles beside you, grabbing your leg and gently getting it on his lap, urging you to lie down, with your head resting on the armrest. He holds your leg with one hand, and tenderly ices your knee with the other. The action makes you relax your body, all the stress unwinding. Taehyung doesn't say anything, his eyes concentrated on your knee. Feeling the pain in your knee numbing, you close your eyes.

 The next thing you know, Taehyung in shaking you awake, calling out your name in his low baritone. When you gain some semblance of consciousness, the first thing that you register is the fragrance of food. Your stomach grumbles, and Taehyung chuckles at you. He helps you sit up, and shoves a takeout box in your hand. You thank him and dig in. Once you're done, he cleans up and comes back to sit beside you.

 "How are you feeling now?"

 You flex your leg a little, and when it doesn't hurt that bad, you say, "It feels better.  I'll just take a painkiller and knock out."

 He nods his head, hand reaching out to feel over and around your knee. After being satisfied, he rests his hand on your knee, and looks at you. "I'm glad. Just be careful."

 In a moment of courage, you rest your hand over his and say,

"I can't thank you enough. For getting me home, taking care of me, feeding me."

 His eyes crinkle as he smiles, and he rests his other hand over yours, your palm now sandwiched between two of his. He leans closer to you, and whispers,

 "You don't have to thank me, doll. But I can think of a few things you could do."

 The way he says these words makes tingles run up your spine, the intent clear in eyes, made clearer by his words. You close your eyes and lean back on the sofa, knowing that Taehyung's eyes are fixed on you. The knowledge that this kind, breathtakingly beautiful man has a crush on you, and moreover wants you, gives you the confidence to act a little, if not more coy. With your head now tilted towards the ceiling and your eyes closed, you channel your inner heathen and say,

"And what would they be, hmm?"

When you hear him suck a breath in beside you, you smirk inwardly. You wait for him to say something, but he just retracts his hands from yours. This action makes you open your eyes and tilt your head to look at him, question clear in your gaze.

Just as you're about to sit up and say something, you're hit with a face full of Taehyung, and suddenly his palms are grabbing your face and his lips are on yours. The shock makes your eyes widen, but as you register what's going on, your eyes close and your hand fists his shirt as you kiss him back.

Taehyung's lips feel way better than you could ever imagine, and the warmth seeping into your skin from his palms makes this experience feel real, and not just fantasy. When his lips suck on your lower lip a little harder, you arch your back, your upper body lifting off the couch. This makes him slide one hand off of your cheek and around your waist, and he pulls your body closer to his.

At this point, he's basically straddling you. When his tongue probes your mouth, one of your hands grab the back of his hair and pull. The low groan he lets out as you disconnect from his mouth and start sucking on his neck makes you quiver, the thought of hearing the same baritone in your ear as he pounds into you making you want him even more. He parts from you, and as he sits up, your hands leave his body.

 "What do you want?"

 You bite your lip, and instead of answering, one of your hand rises to his waistband. Instantly, his hand grips yours, and as he smiles, he leans down to kiss your palm. Against it, he whispers,

"Want me to eat you out? Wanna cum on my tongue?"

You gulp at the thought of this man between your legs, and nod at him. Something in his face hardens, and he drops your hand, only to lean over you and grip your chin.

"Use your words, baby doll. What do you say?"

You maintain eye contact with him and whisper,

"Yes."

Though your answer makes him loosen his grip on your jaw, only makes him move closer to you.

 "Yes what?"

 "Yes sir."

 At your answer, Taehyung's eyes widen, and then a smirk spreads across his face. His hands urge you out of your top, and he throws it over his shoulder, uncaring as to where it lands. 

His eyes take you in, and in a second he's getting off you and pulling your leggings and underwear down your body. You struggle a little to lift your ass off the couch, a little pain shooting through your knee at the pressure. Taehyung makes you rest your injured leg straight on the coffee table. After making sure you're comfortable, he leans down you kiss you, on of his hands making their way to your tits. When he squeezes and twists a nipple, your body arches off the couch, legs spreading wider.

Once Taehyung's satisfied from claiming your mouth, he gets down on his knees in between your legs. For the first time, you see hesitation cross his eyes as he nibbles his lower lip. You lean up, and say,

"I want you. Please make me cum, please."

A smile blooms on his face, eyes lighting up as his hands move up your thighs. He leans forward, kissing up the inside of your left thigh, his hands squeezing where they hold you. After a few kisses, he suddenly bites, which makes you reach out to grip his hair as you moan.

 Indifferent to your reaction, he moves forward, his hands widening your legs as he comes face to face with your core. Sounding absolutely wrecked, he says,

"Fuck I can't wait to taste you."

With this, he kisses your mound, and then spreads your outer lips.

 "Holy shit, darling, it's all for me, right?"

 You card your hands through his hair as you whisper an affirmative. Happy with your response, Taehyung leans in and envelops your clit in his lips, and sucks. Slowly, he starts making strokes with his tongue, delving deeper. He speeds up the motions of his tongue, now moving it in and out, and puts a finger in your core. The slide is tight, and it makes you both moan. But he doesn't stop, if anything, he gets even more determined. 

Soon, he adds another finger and his tongue moves onto your clit. The added stimulation makes the knot in your core tighten, the arousal pulsing stronger in your veins. He takes his mouth off of your clit with a pop and leans back to see his fingers scissoring as they move inside you. You tilt your head down to take a look at him, and dear God above, he looks wrecked. His hair is all messed up, thanks to your fingers, and his lips are swollen and glistening, and you're pretty sure his chin is too.

 Fuck.

 Your eyes roll to the back of your head as this visual ingrains itself in your eyes, a whimper falling from your mouth as you say,

"Fucking God, please fuck me. Want you so bad, please."

 "I'll think about it if you cum like a good girl first."

  His fingers speed up, and he leans down to capture you clit in his mouth again. This time, he's absolutely brutal with the way he goes at you, nothing gentle about his mouth or his fingers. Just as you feel yourself climbing up to a climax, he adds another finger, his tongue now flicking across your clit.

 As you get closer to the finish line, your moans turn into curse words, your voice getting louder.

 "Fucking Hell, Taehyung, don't stop! Shit! I'm s-so close, please, please, I'm gonna c-cum!"

 Saying nothing Taehyung curves his fingers inside you as he lightly bites on your clit, and that's all it takes for you to let go. Your body pulls taut, legs shaking around him, hips riding his fingers. His fingers and his mouth guide you along your high, and even after you've come down, his mouth still keeps laving over your clit. You moan in oversensitivity and that's when he deems it enough.

 He gets up, but groans out while straightening his legs. You giggle at his facial expression, and he stands over you, hands on his hips, mouth drawn into a pout.

 "I just ate you out but you're laughing at me, huh?"

 This makes you laugh out loud, and you say,

"Can't believe you're a grandpa."

 His mouth falls open, flabbergasted. His mouth tries and fails to form a word, and his mouth just bubbles out a laugh. He's shaking his head as he takes off his tee, and throws it on the couch beside you. Oh you're definitely not laughing now.

 "Well, this grandpa did get you off, baby doll. Now, where's the bedroom?"

 He leans down to pick you up, his hands urging your thighs to wrap around his hips, your arms wrapping around his neck. You hold on tighter when he stands up straight with you in his arms. He leads you to the bedroom, kicking the door open and walking in. He lays you down on the duvet slowly, mindful of jostling your leg. 

Once you're lying on the bed, he goes to get a pillow and puts it below your knee. You make eye contact with him, hoping your smile conveys how grateful you are. He smiles at you, expression shy. Pointing at the bedside table, you say,

"The condoms are in here."

 He raises an eyebrow, but gets a condom and climbs on the bed. Once he's in between your legs, one of his hands knead your thigh, the action relaxing your muscles, making you let out a sigh. Seeing your reaction, he leans down to kiss your tummy, trailing light kisses down to your pelvis.

 "You look so beautiful like this. So lovely."

 His hand glides up your inner thigh, two fingers plunging into you without warning. He pulls out, only to push back in, your soft wet walls accommodating to his ministrations easily. When he doesn't hear you making a sound, he scissors his fingers, and starts sucking a hickey on your hipbone. A shiver runs through you, and you let out a whimper at the sudden influx of stimulus.

 "Such a sweetheart, huh? Always ready to let me know how good I'm making you feel."

 As he says this, he adds another finger, and the added stretch makes you arch off the bed. Soon, Taehyung has you moaning his name, your hands reaching out to hold onto the bedsheet. Taehyung slows down his fingers, and asks you,

 "What do you want? Tell me. Tell me and I'll give it to you."

 The husk in his voice makes you groan, the timber of it sending trills of arousal shooting through you.

 "Want you to fuck me. Now. Right now."

 Pulling his fingers out of you, he whispers, "Then that's what you'll get, baby."

  He takes off his gym shorts and his underwear, his cock standing hard and proud, the tip glistening with precum. While stroking his cock, he says,

"Although everything in me is telling me to fuck you like the devil you are, I don't wanna add to your injuries. So let's have you wrap you legs around me, okay?"

 Actually processing what he said, you try to move your leg, but the twinge of pain has you nodding your head in agreement.

 Seeing your approval, he gives you a smile and tears open the condom. Your eyes trace him as he kneels between your legs. The soft curls falling into his eyes, the slope of his nose, adding to his charm. The strength visible in his shoulders, all the way down to his arms, makes you want things that can only be done behind closed doors. The thoughts of being manhandled, being pushed into the mattress as he takes you run through your head among other lust-filled scenarios, and these make you gulp.

Your eyes follow when he rolls the condom onto himself and strokes his cock in long motions.

 His eyes, fall onto you, and seeing how you're entranced by, well, his dick, he chuckles. The sound makes your eyes flit to his, your cheeks already filling with colour, embarrassment flooding your mind.

 Taehyung doesn't say anything, just urges your legs to wrap around his waist as he leans over you. That one moment of silence, where you and him are just two people, closer than ever, closer than any galaxies, any stars, seems to last for a lifetime. When he slightly smiles, one of his hands coming up to stroke your hair, you feel a storm brewing where you heart is meant to be. You smile back, and then Taehyung is thrusting into you, the stars in his eyes now clouded by lust.

 The first few thrusts are slow, languid and have Taehyung's eyes flitting over your features, looking for any signs of discomfort. But when he finds none, he gains confidence, his hips moving with more purpose, plunging impossibly deeper into you. Your eyes close, head tilting up as your mouth lets out little moans mixed in with whimpers.

 Taehyung's thrusts slow down into him just grinding his cock into you, and he grabs your chin to make you look at him.

 "Look at me, baby. You feel so good, like heaven. Maybe even more divine than heaven itself."

 The sincerity in his eyes as he says this makes your clench around him, throat choking on the words you want to say. You reach out a hand and put it on his shoulder, which makes him pause his movements. Worry flickers across his face as he waits for you to say something.

 "G-go faster. Wanna cum. Right now. Please."

 The worry on Taehyung's face quickly dissolves into cockiness as he positions himself to pound into you better. His smirk grows as his thrust gets a moan out of you. Continuing with his ministrations, he manages to grunt out,

"This good enough for you, doll?"

 When you don't answer him, too busy whimpering, he leans over you and one of his hands reach out and twist your nipple in warning, hips maintaining their momentum.

"Think I asked a question, darling. Come on, now."

 The hand you had on his shoulder moves up to the back of his head, and as your fingers entangle in his locks and pull, you say,

"Yes! Yes! Dear God, yes! F-feel good."

 He doesn't verbally reply to you, but he hums, the low rumble of his voice making you feel some type of way.

 One of his hands land near your head, the other one grabbing your thigh, and its pound town from there. The room fills with the sounds of skin slapping on skin mixed in with Taehyung's grunts and your moans. The boy in between your legs turns into a beast chasing just one thing, and he doesn't slow down. The sound of sex resounds in the room, making you feel downright dirty.

 Your eyes focus on Taehyung's face contorted in pleasure and his body glistening with a sheen of sweat. Maybe it's this realization, that you have this beautiful man fucking into you that pushes you closer to your climax.

When your walls start clenching around him, the ball of fire in the pit of your stomach so close to bursting, one of your hands reach down, two of your fingers rubbing your clit in desperation.

 "That's it. Make yourself cum on my cock. Let me see you cum, baby. Wanna feel you cum for me."

His words are accompanied by his hips moving faster, hitting the spot inside you, making the fire in you unravel. Your back arches off the bed, mouth opening in a whimper as you cum, body drowning in pleasure.

 Your walls tighten around Taehyung, making him let out a choked moan. With two, three more thrusts, Taehyung is cumming in the condom. He slumps on you, letting out puffs of air, catching his breath. When Taehyung taps both of your legs gently, you remember that they've been there this whole time, and, holy shit, your fucking knee was fucking sprained. Taehyung, apparently has the same realization, because his concerned wide eyes lock with yours and he slowly untangles your legs. Your knee gives a twinge in protest to movement but as soon as it's straight and on the bed, you feel fine. Taehyung pulls out, and ties the condom off, getting up to go and throw it in the bin.

 When he comes back, it's to you playing with your fingers running circles on your navel. You stop your actions when you realize he's back in the room, your cheeks flushing a little in embarrassment. Taehyung mumbles a 'cute' but doesn't say anything else.

Taehyung has a wet towel in one hand, with which he gently wipes between your legs. And when he's done, he leans down to leave a kiss on your forehead, and then he's gone again. Your eyes follow his bubble butt as he leaves the room.

 Exhaustion seeps into your bones, and your eyes close. They only open to the sound of something being set down on the bedside table. You open your eyes and turn your head to see that it's a glass of water, and Taehyung, Taehyung is wearing shorts again.

 You sit up, grabbing the glass and gulping down the water. The thought that you're still completely naked makes you feel shy, even after all of the things you just did. Taehyung sits

 beside you on the bed, taking the glass from your hand and putting it on the table.

 "Uhm.."

 "I ju-"

 Both of you shut up, but when you lock eyes with each other, laughter spills out of you. With a smile on his face, Taehyung speaks first.

 "What were you going to say?"

 You think for a moment, wondering if what you're about to say will sound weird or not.

 "Uh, just that, do you want to stay over?"

 With disbelief painting his face, Taehyung asks, "You want me to?"

 You try to keep the endearment out of your voice as you deadpan, "Oh no, the monster under my bed just liked your feet and told me to ask you to stay longer."

 It takes a moment for your words to register, but when Taehyung realizes what you just said, laughter tumbles from his lips.

  Your concerned friends knock on your door the next morning, and a clueless Taehyung opens the door to let them in. Your friends barge in to find you wrapped in a blanket, lying on the couch, Haikyuu! playing on your TV. Taehyung just stands there, neck full of hickies, rampant sex hair, smelling like your body wash.

 Your friends look at you for a moment, then turn to Taehyung only to turn back to you. When one of them asks you what the hell you've been doing yesterday and where you've been, you lock eyes with Taehyung as you smugly say,

 "What can I even say? It was one heck of a workout."

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Consequence (Joel Miller x OC)

Summary: What if Joel survived his injuries from the Abby and Fireflies attack but ends up with really bad amnesia. He can’t remember his wife, Ellie, or the Outbreak; only before. How will his family bring back the man they once knew?

Pairing: Joel Miller x OC

Note: Hope you enjoy the chapter; please leave a comment and let me know what you think <3 

Chapter Eight

It all started with a note. 

The next they were hightailing across the damn state, all the way back to where their deep dark mess of secrets and lies had started. There was no time to stop and question why Ellie had gone back; there was no need. They already knew. The poor girl was simply looking for answers that everyone else had refused to give her. 

The closer they got; the worse their fear became. The dread pulling tighter up the throat like a noose around the neck. It was like riding towards their own execution for the terrible crime they’d committed, of robbing the whole world of something they didn’t believe they even deserved. Because they didn’t. Not at the expense of Ellie’s life. 

Even now after everything; Joel and Adaline would always agree on that. 

When they finally made it to the outskirts of the hospital; Ellie was sitting alone. The pair barely bother to halt their horses before dismounting and rushing to their daughter’s side. Joel quickly pulling her into a hug. 

“The hell were you thinkin’? Joel uttered. Taking the words right out of Ada’s mouth as she moved to join the two. “Running off in the middle of the night like that…you talk to us.” He continued. “You don’t just leave a goddamn note-“ He didn’t get to finish as Ellie pushed him away.

And Ada knew this was it. Their time had run out and now there was no going back. 

The teenager paced on unsteady feet; her hands fidgeting with her jacket sleeves before finally getting too frustrated and just pushing them back up passed her elbows. It was a common habit Ellie had picked up as she’d gotten older; they’d both noticed. Whenever Ellie was stressed, uncomfortable, nervous or upset; she would fidget with her hands. Whether it was pulling on jacket sleeves, picking at her nails or just absentmindedly running her fingertips across the now hidden bite mark on her arm. Just as Joel did with his watch. It was always fascinating to Ada how much Ellie could be like Joel without even realising it. 

Over the years; the girl had picked up a lot of the man’s mannerisms. Like father, like daughter she supposed. Unfortunately that also meant she had Joel’s temper. And it was certainly a force to be reckoned with. 

The girl continued pacing, almost not daring to look back at her parents. Her mind racing a mile a minute as she contemplated what to say. How to string her words together. The endless list of questions that plagued her for years. 

‘What happened to the Fireflies?’

‘Why had Ada and Joel lied about it for so long?’

‘Was Marlene dead?’ Ellie had a bad feeling she already knew the answer to that one; it had always been an assumption she sort of accepted, considering how loyal the leader had been to her cause. If she had threatened the young girl in any way in order to get her cure; Ellie knew for a fact her mom wouldn’t hesitate to cut her down. Or maybe Joel had killed her; it didn’t really matter now. The Fireflies were gone and so was their precious cure. 

She just needed to know why. Looking back at the rotting ruins of the Hospital; Ellie finally settled on her words before turning to face her family. 

“Tell me...what happened here.” She started with a shaken breath. Resisting the urge to pull her sleeves again as hands began to tremble once more. “If you lie to me one more time, I’m gone. You will never see me again.” She took a breath and it caught in her throat. The air thick and tense, Joel and Ada staring blankly at her with sad eyes.

“But if you tell me the truth, I’ll go back to Jackson.” She promised. “No matter what it is.” It was at that point as her parents shared a look; that Ellie realised she had no idea just what she was promising. 

Her mother took a reluctant step towards her and Ellie had to stop herself from flinching.  

“I...uh…” Ada stuttered, clearing her throat several times before trying to speak again. 

“Mom...just say it.” 

The older woman glanced back at Joel as he nodded woefully. Ada turned back to her daughter; her brown eyes welling with tears. 

“Making a vaccine...would have killed you. So we stopped them.” She said, gesturing to herself and Joel. The older man dropping his eyes to the floor as the shame flooded his face. 

Ellie’s blood ran cold. She gasped out a strangled sob that burst from her throat as it burned. She felt sick. Her chest tight and heavy. The weight pushing down so deep she couldn’t breath. How dare they?

HOW FUCKING DARE THEY?! 

Taking such a choice away from her! Taking away the chance for her immunity to mean something. To make the losses mean something. Her pain mean something. But they had decided to take her away from all that and it wasn’t fair that she’d had no say in any of it. 

She collapsed letting herself sit atop an old box, old equipment the Fireflies had left behind maybe? She didn’t fucking care anymore. She pulled at the front of her shirt in a feeble attempt to give herself room to breathe. But her chest continued to tighten. Her airway closing around the lump forming in her now dry throat. Her eyes streamed with tears, blurring her vision.  

“Oh my god…” She choked. Her hand clutching her chest as her breath became quick and short. Her stomach churned; hands and feet turning cold and numb. 

“Ellie...sweetheart…” The voice was echoed and distant. But she flinched when her mom reached out to console her. Her whole body snapping to her feet as she pulled away. Her hand lashing out to shove her back.

“Don’t you fucking touch me!” She snapped. Ada's lower jaw quivered as she held back her own tears. The hurt was plain and raw in her eyes looking back to Ellie. “I’ll go back, but you and me...we’re done!” She screamed, her eyes narrowing at both Joel and Ada. Ada gasped a sob of her own as she took a cautious step towards her daughter but Ellie was already backing away. “Ellie...please.” She pleaded. “Just let us explain.” The teen scoffed bitterly; she wasn’t interested in anything they had to say. Her nostrils flared in anger, her lip snarled as she shook her head in defiance. 

“I don’t fucking care! I hate-” 

“Hey! Stop! That’s enough!” Ellie's eyes darted to Joel raising his voice as he moved to stand beside his wife, his arms wrapping around her shoulders. Pulling her close as she buried her face into his side. 

“Don’t do that. You wanna hate someone for this? You hate me, okay?” He clarified and somehow the audacity of Joel only made her angrier. “Don’t put this on your mother. It ain’t her fault.” 

Again Ellie scoffed bitterly. How dare he tell her how to feel. Who to blame. They were both at fault for this. She’d trusted them and this was what they’d done?! How could she ever see them in the same way again. “Are you fucking kidding me Joel?!” 

The man sighed heavily, Ada wiping away her stray tears as she looked back at her daughter with bloodshot eyes. Joel was quiet for a second, his eyes flitting back between Ada and Ellie before he finally spoke. “I pulled the trigger, not your mom. You wanna blame anyone then you blame me. Please don’t punish her.” He uttered pathetically. His whole body seemed to sag with sadness and Ellie felt sick the longer she looked at him, she didn’t even bother dignifying his plea with an answer as she shoved passed him and headed back towards Shimmer. Not even bothering to spare them a glance as she mounted and forcefully spurred the horse into a canter and rode away back towards Jackson without another word. 

Ada and Joel watched her go. Both feeling defeated and tired.

The Texan glanced back to his wife when she slid her hand into his and squeezed gently. “You didn’t have to do that.” She whispered. “I wished you hadn’t.” Joel felt his heart ache at the broken look on her face. Her nose and eyes rubbed red from her tears, Her face slightly puffed from the lack of sleep they’d lost from riding through the night to find Ellie. He softly kissed her forehead before dropping his gaze to meet hers. 

“If she has to lose one of us...I’d rather it was me.” He said. “She needs her mother if she’s gonna get through this.” Ada sighed, collapsing against his chest as her exhaustion caught up with her. “She needs you too.” She muffled into his jacket. “We both do.” 

He ran a hand through her hair as he hugged her close. In that moment it hit him just how grateful he was for this woman in his arms. He often thought about his life before Ellie and Adaline and he didn’t like it. There had been no way of knowing how things were going to play out the way they had when they’d met in Boston, but Joel knew without a doubt he wouldn’t have changed a thing. This was a life he’d happily choose over and over. At the beginning after losing Sarah, Joel had given up on the idea of family and love. After losing her, there was no getting it back. But then they’d come barrelling into his life...literally. Ada, eager to protect the young fourteen year old from the strange man forcing his way through the door, with Ellie in toe ready to strike with her pocket knife to protect her then mother figure from harm. If anyone had told him he would then go on to marry this woman, he’d have called them insane. Now he couldn’t imagine life without her. He didn’t think he could live without her. He didn’t want to. 

He squeezed her tight as her own arms found their way around his waist squeezing back in return. 

“Don't worry about me; I ain’t going anywhere darlin’.” He looked down kissing her then let his hands run the length of her arms, taking her hands in his, walking her towards the grazing horses. “Come on, let's head home.” 

Ada didn’t reply as she followed, the two quickly climbing back on and turning towards the same path Ellie had taken. Their horses breaking into a gentle trot. They rode in silence, both afraid of the fall out that awaited them when they returned to Jackson. Tommy and Maria would want to know what happened. If they hadn’t already noticed they were gone, Joel wasn’t looking forward to that conversation. He figured Tommy would understand but he was pretty certain, he hadn’t told Maria the whole story yet. He stole a glance back towards Ada as she rode beside him. But she just looked utterly broken. Her eyes set dead ahead of them, hands gripping her reins like a vice and legs rigid from the panic she’d woken up to in the night; when they'd found Ellie had disappeared. Joel looked back at the path before them. It would be a long ride back to Jackson. He just hoped and prayed that given some time and space...maybe...hopefully; Ellie would eventually understand why they’d done what they had done. And if he was lucky she might even forgive him for it. 

#joel miller #joel and ellie #joel x reader #joel x oc #joel miller x oc #joel miller x reader #the last of us #the last of us part 2 #the last of us part ii #starlessskies writes

[biaswreckingfics]

I watch an anime called Food Wars and could only imagine Sunwoo’s moaning while eating sounding like one of the characters on there having a foodgasm lol

He needed a break from Minjee, so his eardrums could recover lol. I’m heartless and don’t feel the slightest bit sorry for her. Doesn’t she know?!!!…

…actually! I think can. She just doesn’t possess the qualities needed to make Sunwoo wanna change, his hoe ways.

Sunwoo was honest from the start. Can’t be mad at him

and can’t really blame her for catching “feelings” either.

I feel her wanting Sunwoo to move in with her, is partially down to dickmatization. But! Mostly not wanting y/n anywhere near Sunwoo, she doesn’t want them becoming closer.

For future reference Sunwoo needs to remember

He needs to be more careful where he puts that thing 😏

‘You have a hard time picturing Sunwoo being lonely when his bedroom is practically a hotel, but you stay quiet.’

I couldn’t help but chuckle when I read that 🤣🤣 Y/n is failing to realise that it’s still possible to feel lonely, while surrounded by people.

He’s opening up pretty easily with y/n. He takes every opportunity that arises to spend time with her. She could actually be the one making him feel less lonely. She’s spending time with him, and not looking for or wanting anything in return. He’s a source of “entertainment” for a lot of people… well.. for women at least lol. So, getting to be with someone who doesn’t want anything from him must be freeing.

"Will you just be quiet and accept help for once?"

It’s hard to accept help when you’ve come out of a toxic relationship. Asking for and accepting help requires a level of trust and vulnerability that may be difficult to do for y/n, without thinking the person offering help has some sort of hidden agenda. Trust is hard to give and build when you’ve been hurt.

For him to notice this about her, he needs to have been paying her attention for way longer than they’ve been living together.

Glad to see I’m not the only one thinking the “wrong number” person is y/n’s toxic ex

As a black woman with very uncooperative, rebellious hair, having flour thrown at me. It would have literally been Sunwoo’s last day on earth! After murdering him, I would sit there a crying mess, thinking about having to deal with my hair again. I’ll deal with his body later… Priorities!!! 🤣🤣🤣

It was an insanely cute scene tho.

My dramatic, angst loving a** can’t wait part 5

Your reward for an awesome update. Enjoy 😉

I always look forward to your messages lol 😂😂 they're so fun and chaotic. I've never seen Food Wars, but now I suddenly feel the need to look into it lol

You really can't be mad at Sunwoo, bc he told her from the start that he didn't want a relationship 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️. Of course, she couldn't help falling for him, but she knew what she was getting into. She got dickmatized 😭😭 we lost another one ✊✊

How wild if she really did offer her place to him just to keep him away from oc!! That's such a horrible reason to have someone move in with you 😭😭

I'm glad you picked up on that hotel part!! Maybe the reason Sunwoo has countless girls over is bc he's lonely and is trying to fill that void 🥴🥴, and maybe now he doesn't need those girls bc oc is helping fill that void just fine 👀👀. She doesn't expect anything from him and that must feel super nice

Interesting point to bring up about Sunwoo watching her for longer than she realizes. How else would he know that she doesn't accept help a lot? That she'd rather do everything on her own, bc she feels she can only rely on herself?

I tried to keep the hair and the flour/water as generic as I could, but it was a little hard haha. I know everyone has different hair types and I almost scrapped the whole idea together, but it ended up kinda cute so I was like 🥺🥺... I like your priorities, though lol. His body can lay there for a few hours. There's more important things at hand 👏👏

The random Junho attack?? Please 😭😭

#monbabyzshoebill #blurred lines love

[little-wicked10]

You Ain’t Easy to Love (Part 2)

JDM as Samuel “Rooster” Corbin (OC) x Unnamed OFC

Warnings: SMUT, bad language, super angsty…I think that’s it?

Part 1

“So uh...heard you were single. Thought maybe we could get a beer some time?” 

All the cheering from the stands and clanking of metal chutes around me couldn’t drown out the annoying voice of the roughie next to me trying to get in my pants. You’d think the lack of reply would give him the hint I wasn’t interested. 

“C’mon, darlin’. I promise I’m a good time,” he urged. 

“Look. I’m sure you’re a nice guy, but I’m really not interested in grabbing a beer with you,” I tried riding away from him, but he persisted. 

“Well, then, we don’t have to grab a beer. We could always just skip to the end,” he jogged after me. 

“Luke! She said no!” a buddy of his yelled from his position on the metal fencing. 

The roughie, Luke, turned away in a frustrated huff as his buddies laughed at him. I don’t know why I even bothered to come out to the rodeo. I wasn’t in the mood for the cheering and drinking and adrenaline. I just wanted to be alone. 

The last time I saw Rooster was a month and a half ago before he had disappeared from my home. 

He didn’t call. 

He didn’t text. 

He didn’t even leave a note. 

He had completely erased himself from my life with nothing left behind but memories and an empty side of the bed. I blame myself. I shouldn’t, but I do. I hadn’t even realized I told him. I hadn’t realized the words I often only kept locked away in my heart had actually come out of my mouth. 

I love you...

I can’t keep beating myself up for how I feel, but I still do. I lie in bed at night sobbing. I hold on to the one piece of clothing he had left behind and let it soak up my tears. The shirt has long since lost his scent and will probably never smell like him again. I’ve had break ups in the past that hurt, but I’ve never felt a pain like this. A pain that made my heart hurt and my stomach twist into knots to the point I wanted to be sick. A pain that when I cried, I would sometimes just scream out into the dark. 

I felt tears prick in my eyes as I rode back to my trailer. I quickly wiped them away, so I could load up and head home. I’d rather cry in the privacy of my own home than be stopped by my friends to ask what happened. I’m sure everyone knew what had happened. News travels fast in the rodeo community. The second I was seen without Rooster, it confirmed everyone’s suspicions. I didn’t bother to listen to the rumors about him. They’d only make the pain worse. I knew he had to have been half way to Wyoming by now, trying to avoid the rumors and gossip. 

By the time I made it home, my face was red and tear stained. I didn’t bother to unload the tack in my trailer. I didn’t have the energy. My horse went into his stall with no complaints. I swear sometimes horses just know when something is wrong. A lot of times he’d fight me because he’d wanna be in the pasture with my mares, but tonight he was compliant. After slipping the halter off his face, I simply rested my head against his neck. The tears spilled again as I inhaled the smell of the animal and the barn. They were comforting to me, but they weren’t the same as him. 

I took a deep breath and composed myself. Lifting my head off the beast, I patted his neck softly and locked up the barn for the night. My home felt empty in a way. Things didn’t give me the same happiness as it use to. The memories that were held in this house made it hard for me to come back here. It was mine before, during, and after him. I didn’t realize how much Rooster had effected my life until he wasn’t in it anymore. 

I showered the dust and dirt off myself and changed into a comfortable pair of shorts and a T-shirt. Flopping on the bed, I stared at the ceiling, mind blank. I felt like I was trying to stand still while the world was forcing me to move on to the next day. I was grasping for a moment to stand still and reclaim some of my sanity. 

My endless staring was interrupted by a knock at my front door. I didn’t move at first. I was trying to decide if there had actually been a knock or my ears are playing tricks on me. Another knock rung through the silence, and I knew my mind wasn’t playing tricks on me. The thought of ignoring it seemed like a great idea until the knocking became more persistent.

I kicked myself up out of bed and shuffled towards the front door. Who the hell could be knocking on my door this late? I wouldn’t put it past me if it was some of my friends trying to have an after party. I didn’t bother looking through the peep hole when I reached the front door. After swinging it open, I felt my heart stop and my blood run cold. 

“Hey, Darlin’,” he said with a weak smile. 

I couldn’t form words as he starred at me. It was as if looking at a ghost. Was he really here? He couldn’t be, could he? A wave of emotions hit me all at once: sadness, joy, anger, heartache. I wanted to slap him at the same time I wanted him to hold me. “Can I come in?” Rooster asked. I found myself stepping aside to let him in. His boots echoed on the wood floor as he came in followed by the sound of the door clicking closed behind him. Suddenly, I was blessed with the ability to speak, “What are you doing here?”

Rooster walked into the kitchen, removing his hat and setting it on the counter, “Don’t I always come back?” That comment in itself set my rage a light. 

“No. No, no, no, no! You don’t get to come back in here and act like nothing happened, Sam!” I snarled pushing myself off the door towards him.

“Baby,” he tried to interrupt, but I quickly cut him off.

“You don’t get to come back here and act like you didn’t just leave me for two months! You left without so much as a good-bye, Sam! I told you how I felt, and you left! Do you have any idea what that did to me?!?” I barked.

He gave no answer. He just stared.

I felt the tears prick in my eyes, “Of course you had no idea because you were thinking only about yourself. Lord forbid you were ever tied down, that you ever share your feelings. Might make it too real for you, wouldn’t it? I’ve spent so many nights crying. It’s worse than any pain I’ve ever felt. God, I don’t even know why you’re here!”

I saw him step forward a bit before I stopped him, “No! You’re not gonna just come in here and hold me and think that’s going to fix what you did! You left me! You made me feel like it was my fault when it wasn’t! It was your fault for leaving. YOUR fault for taking the easy way out. It’s your fault for making me think you cared!”

“Darlin’, just let me…,” he took a step forward, but came to a screeching halt when my hand met his cheek. 

The skin of my palm stung and the room became deadly silent after the initial smack of me slapping him. Rooster stumbled back for a second, shock all over his face. Hot tears rolled down may cheeks as I stared at him with pure rage and hurt. I was an open nerve, a bleeding wound that just had dirt thrown in it. I saw his body start to heave as his breathing became more erratic.

He suddenly came towards me with a purpose. He grabbed me by the waist, but I wasn’t done retaliating. I smacked his chest and tried to push him away, but he was stronger than me. Rooster’s rough hands grabbed my wrists, and I was suddenly pinned against the front door. That contact alone made my body buzz to life; I had missed his touch so much. 

In a split second, his lips were on mine, and I was drowning in his taste. The more I fought against him, the tighter he held on to me. He let go of my wrists and pulled me by the waist to stay against his body. I could feel my anger slipping away and turning into longing, but I wanted to be angry. I wanted to fight with him, argue and scream at him even though my body craved every minute of his touch.

Rooster’s right hand suddenly wound into my hair and tugged. My self control went out the door, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. The second I had given in, I felt him grab my ass and lift me up to wrap my legs around his waist. We moved towards the bedroom, refusing to part the whole journey. Rooster roughly threw me on the bed and stared at me with fire in his eyes.

I saw him reach for his belt buckle, the metal jingling as he undid it and threw it to the ground. My hands acted quickly to discard my shirt and shorts, my body desperate to feel his against it. Rooster worked quickly to unbutton his pristine white button up and then throw his jeans off. It wasn’t long before his body was back on mine, and we both moaned in satisfaction. 

There was no time for foreplay. We both fought to be closer and in control of the situation. Our body’s seemed to know exactly what we needed because it felt like they moved on their own. Anywhere he touched felt like fire. His hands were everywhere. Our kissing was sloppy and rough. I wound my fingers into his long hair and kept him secure to me. Rooster’s right hand thread into my hand and pulled, exposing my neck for him to attack. I managed to wiggle a hand between our bodies to coax him inside me until his other hand moved in front of mine and lined his tip up with my entrance. 

I let out a whine as he teased it against me. “Please…please, Rooster!” I pleaded. I was on the verge of tears in this still moment. A moment of him deciding to keep teasing us both or finally giving into what we were craving. He chose the latter. The feel of him inside me seemed to take the hurt away; the longing away. With one hand still locked in my hair, he brought the other to intertwine with my hand and keep it pinned to the mattress as he began a strong and powerful rhythm. 

Rooster’s grunts and moans echoed in my ears. The high I felt to have him back again couldn’t be matched. I knew once the heat subsided that reality would go back to normal again, but for now, I was enjoying the moment. I was enjoying the moment of sanity I’d searched for. 

Our moans and panting drowned out the obscene sounds of our joining. His hand left my hair and took my other hand, pinning it to the mattress and interlocking our fingers. My legs wrapped around his waist to encourage his movements. I wanted this to last forever. 

“Tell me you want this,” his gravelly voice broke the silence.

I was in a delirious state and only nodded.

“Say it,” he demanded.

A whine caught in my throat as I uttered the words, “I want you.”

A sudden burst of energy, and a moment of clarity in my lust-filled fog, and I flipped him over and straddled him. I rode him like a crazy woman. Calloused hands ran up my stomach and to my breasts. My hands held his against my skin, moaning at the sensation. Rooster suddenly sat up and met the rolling of my hips with his own. Arms wrapped around my body and our chests pressed together. I wound my fingers into his hair again and held his face to my chest. His mouth suckled against my skin, nibbling every once in a while. 

This was truly heaven in earth, but I wasn’t going to last much longer. The feeling of explosion crept up on me. I tried to slow down. I tried to slow my hips and push his mouth away for less stimulation. I didn’t want this to end, but he was a stubborn man. His strong arms made me move with him and he leaned forward even more to continue the attack on my breasts and nipples. “C’mon, darlin’. C’mon,” he moaned. I didn’t want to give in. I wanted to drown in this feeling forever. I knew when it was over, he might disappear again. I might be broken again.

My efforts were fruitless. My body’s betrayal was sweet yet bitter. My heart felt like it was going to explode as pure euphoria made my body vibrate and fill my every sense. My arms didn’t know whether to pull him closer or push him away. Rooster held me tight against him as he reached his end, hips stuttering against mine and then warmth within me.

I whined and whimpered as my orgasm seemed to absolutely wreck me. Every slight movement made me keen at the over sensitivity. Rooster smirked against my chest. Our bodies were sweaty and our panting filled the silence. The room no doubt smelled of sex. My head was foggy, satisfaction seeping into my entire body. 

We sat there for what felt like an hour, and Rooster carefully shifted us until I was on the bed and he could slip out of me. The loss of him made me keen once again. I watched as he stood up off the bed and began to walk away. My heart jumped in my throat and tears pricked him my eyes as he retreated. I felt panic until he turned the bathroom light on and began to rummage around. 

Rooster was silent as he wet a rag and returned to clean me up. Neither dared say a word to the other as the rag moved over my sensitive area. I watched him discard the rag by throwing it into the bathroom and then he climbed into bed, throwing the cover over us both. He brought my body to his, making my head lay on his chest and his arm wrapped around my waist. 

Silence.

What was I supposed to say?

Was he going to say anything?

My brain became a cluster of questions until he suddenly spoke up, “I ain’t good with words, baby. You know that.”

I gnawed on my bottom lip.

“What I did was…it was shitty,” he continued, “I did some thinking while I was gone.”

Oh, no. God, please, no. I felt a lump form in my throat.

“Fuck! I don’t know how to say it,” he groaned.

I quickly sat up, shrugging out of his grasp, “You don’t have to. You don’t love me, and whatever we had between us is over. At least you had the curtesy to come back for one last fuck.”

The words tasted bitter in my mouth. I felt my eyes well up with tears and my heart begin to shatter again. 

“Baby, please let me talk,” he sat up next to me. He hesitated before speaking again when he saw my tears. I couldn’t look at him as he watched me cry. I felt him grasp my chin between his fingers and bring me to look at him, “Leavin’ was the hardest thing I did. I let my fear get in the way. I shoulda stayed and talked to you. It took me two months to man up and realize that running away doesn’t fix everything.”

“W-what are you saying?” I hiccuped.

He hesitated. His tongue peaked out and wet his bottom lip, collecting this thoughts before he spoke again, “I love you.”

Was I hearing him right? I stared at him a moment, my mind processing what the hell just happened. My mouth opened to say something but closed when nothing came out. I felt his thumb wipe a tear off my cheek, “I ain’t got no right just coming back here and expect for things to go back to normal. You deserve better than this old dog, but I’ll spend everyday for the rest of my life trying to be what you deserve,” he whispered. 

“Are you telling the truth?” I uttered.

Rooster nodded, “I’m sorry for everything, baby. I want to be here with you because I love you. I’m sorry it took me so long to figure that out.”

My thoughts were whirl wind. He said everything I’ve been wanting to hear. My first instinct was to forgive him, but I knew that I was still upset. I was angry at him for what he put me through. The genuine look in his eyes told me that everything he said was true. Rooster’s nerves were showing through the longer I didn’t say anything.I finally took a breath to calm my thoughts.

“I don’t completely forgive you, but…I love you too,” the words felt right, “You ain’t easy to love, but I love you.”

He cracked a smile and chuckled. My tears shifted from being tears of sadness to tears of joy. We’ve been through a lot this man and I. There was probably more to come. Rooster wasn’t easy to love, but somehow I knew it would get easier. 

#Jeffrey Dean Morgan #jeffrey dean morgan smut #Jeffrey dean morgan fanfiction #JDM #jdm smut #jdm fanfiction #jdm imagine #jdm x oc #jeffrey dean morgan x oc #Smut #angst #unnamed ofc #cowboy

[sofreddie]

Serendipitous Souls 12

Summary: It's all one big accident. Where do they go from here?

Characters: Dean x OC!Reader, Sam

Warnings: Angst, Feels

Word Count: 1,430

A/N: It's important to note that I think I'm hilarious. 😊

“We’re not gonna kill you,” Dean said, taking a step closer to her, “You’re gonna go and find some brothel or club to hold up in where you can feed off all the energy you want without killing anyone,” he explained.

“What?” she gasped, looking between them in shock, “B-but…why?”

“Your accident might be a gift, so we’re just returning the favor,” Dean shrugged one shoulder lightly, “Go, before we change our mind.”

She glanced between them again before that beaming grin took over her face once more.

“I knew you were my favorites for a reason-”

“Go!” They shouted at her and she jumped and squeaked before hastily retreating from the suite.

“You think it’s Y/N,” Sam said after a long beat of silence had passed. Dean nodded, running a hand over his mouth as he thought over everything they’d just learned.

“It was all an accident,” Dean mumbled.

“Dean,” Sam sighed, his arms dropping to his sides, “You two have a good thing-”

“No, I know,” Dean interrupted him, “We do, it’s great,” he admitted, “But it was all by accident,” he huffed a laugh, “And that might be the best thing that ever happened to us.”

“Wait, what?” Sam said, turning to face his brother straight on, his face twisted in confusion and surprise, “How do you figure that?”

“Because we don’t work like all the other Sams and Deans. And it’s because The Caretaker broke us,” he explained manically, “Which has, so far, been a blessing in disguise, even though Chuck keeps coming at us with weirder and weirder shit,” Dean continued, more to himself than actually talking to Sam. “And Y/N exists because of her-”

“Shit, Y/N,” Sam said, the two of them locking eyes before silently agreeing to check that she was okay. They dashed down the stairs, not wanting to wait on the elevator when it was only a couple of floors anyway. They ran down the hall and burst into the suite they’d left her with urgency.

“Whoa, where’s the fire?” Y/N asked. She was sitting cross-legged on the end of the bed in a comfy hotel robe, watching TV. A room service cart sat nearby, loaded with different foods and snacks, “I ordered dinner,” she smiled at them, her brow furrowing as she saw how sweaty, worried, and out-of-breath they were.

She pouted, turning off the TV and coming to stand in front of them, “What’s going on?”

“You’re okay,” Dean breathed out, hugging her tightly and kissing her temple, “We were just worried.”

“Case is done,” Sam cut in with a reassuring smile, “Dean just worries, you know,” he tried to play off with a chuckle.

“I’d believe you if you didn’t look so worried too,” she said to Sam with narrowed eyes.

“I’m not allowed to worry?” Sam defended with a scoff, “You’re family, a Winchester,” he exclaimed, “Of course I’m gonna worry,” he laughed, but it seemed disingenuous, even to his own ears.

“It really is over though,�� Dean said, turning her attention back to him and casting a side glance at Sam. With her back turned to him, Sam rolled his eyes at himself and let out a quiet breath. He mouthed ‘sorry’ to Dean and Dean knew they all needed to talk, and soon.

“Okay,” she relented, even though she knew something was up, “You wanna eat or take a shower?” she offered.

“Yeah,” Dean smiled at her, pecking her cheek before moving past her to the food cart, “I’m starving.” he began digging in and Sam took the chance to grab his bag and hurry into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him.

Y/N took a seat next to Dean at the end of the bed, silently observing him as he stuffed different bits of food from the plates into his mouth. She suddenly realized why Crowley always called him Squirrel.

“So, just so we’re on the same page,” Y/N said, clearing her throat, “Are you gonna tell me what’s going on with you and Sam or is this gonna be one of those things we sweep under the carpet and pretend never happened?”

She spoke so calmly and sweetly Dean had to blink several times. He just stared at her silently gaping before returning to stuffing his face. Y/N sighed and nodded, assuming they were going with the latter.

Sam came out after finishing a quick shower, changing into a V-neck tee and track pants. He found Dean and Y/N, silently staring at whatever was playing on TV and slowly nibbling on all the food.

“Help yourself,” Dean gestured vaguely to the cart, his eyes glued to the screen. Sam looked over the various offerings before looking over at Y/N. Her eyes were trailing down his body, before coming back up, biting her lip before she met his eyes. Her eyes widened briefly as she realized she’d been caught and she hurriedly looked away, pretending to focus on the TV. Sam smirked to himself, enjoying the attention.

Sam grabbed an armchair and moved it to the other side of the cart. He sat in the chair, taking a few nibbles and leaning back, studying Dean and Y/N.

Dean was stubbornly focused on the TV screen. Y/N was busying herself with eating and pretending she didn’t notice Sam watching her like a hawk.

“So are we not gonna talk about it then?” Sam finally asked. Dean groaned and dropped his head. Y/N's gaze shot to Sam, then over to Dean. She smacked him on his arm.

“Ow! What was that for?”

“I knew there was an ‘it’,” she announced.

“I didn’t say anything,” Dean defended.

“Yeah, you didn’t say anything,” she emphasized with a huff. She turned to Sam then, “So, what happened? I knew something was off with you two.”

Sam and Dean did their silent communication and Y/N rolled her eyes, waiting for the two of them to decide how Sam was gonna answer her.

That shit was gonna get annoying real quick.

Sam leaned forward in his chair and proceeded to recount to Y/N everything they’d learned and what had happened. She was silent and listening the whole time, but her body language depicted what she didn’t express. He suddenly realized how much had been dropped on her shoulders in such a short amount of time. Her entire existence altered - multiple times - within that short time period.

Dean could feel it. That grief and panic bubbling up inside of her. That feeling he got a few times before, like she could bolt at any minute. She hadn’t yet, but he somehow felt this might be the last straw.

She stood suddenly, silently pacing and the brothers watched with growing concern. She stopped and took a deep breath, “So my whole existence is an accident,” she spoke, “And I’m literally trash,” she huffed a laugh that turned into a chuckle before morphing into stifled sobs.

Dean was quick to his feet, coming to her and cupping her face in his hands, “No,” he promised, pecking her lips sweetly as he wiped at her tears with his thumbs, “Just means you’re ours, and we’re yours,” he whispered against her lips, pecking her again and again. She sniffled back her tears and shook her head, pulling back from Dean.

“It’s too much,” she admitted with a heaving breath, “I can’t,” she whined, turning quickly to dash - anywhere, somewhere, the bathroom maybe? - before being stopped dead, running right into Sam’s broad chest. His hands held her upper arms, enough to brace her and keep her planted, but not to hurt. He guided her to sit back in her place on the bed, Sam and Dean returning to theirs in turn.

“I’m thinking we should all head back to the Bunker 'til we get this sorted out,” Dean suggested with a heavy sigh. Y/N and Sam silently nodded, dropping their heads. Dean was pissed. Everything was going so well, and now this. Though he supposed that’s the way things always went for him.

But he wasn’t mad about the Sam part of it all. Sam deserved to be happy and Y/N was his soulmate too. Though he wasn’t too thrilled that he might have to - will have to - share her with his brother. They all silently agreed to head to bed for the night, putting off the newest change to their lives for another day. Dean clung to her a little tighter that night while Sam tossed and turned on the pull-out.

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Dean Winchester:

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