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bia-wayne-west · 3 months

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Boyfriend — Hwang Hyunjin X Reader

Summary: You are one of JYP Entertainment's makeup artists and are in a secret relationship with Hwang Hyunjin.

Warnings: Fluffy, a little smut, hot, secret dating.

A/N: This is my first k-pop imagine, I hope it's good. Remembering that I'm Brazilian and I don't speak fluent English, so please forgive any writing errors you find.

Request are open

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I ran towards JYP's door, knowing I was late. My alarm clock didn't go off, and I had to take a taxi to avoid being too late.

I wished good morning to the security guard, who let me through with a smile on his face. He was really nice, and even offered to help me carry my heavy backpacks when I needed to take makeup and brushes to the car.

She had been working for JYP for three years, being the makeup artist for a single group during that time. I was assigned to Stray Kids from the first day, and I was very well received by everyone.

The boys are always very kind, and include you in conversations, they don't treat you like a robot but like another human being. I also go on tour with them, so everyone's makeup looks perfect for any occasion.

It was during one of the trips that what no one expected happened. During one night of the show, it was very cold and I hadn't brought any coat. Furthermore, I really missed my family who lived in another country. When I least expected it, Hyunjin appeared, offering me his sweater.

He sat next to me, on the floor, and started talking to me. We had already had interactions together, but this was the first time I was alone with him.

After the show, I received a turkey breast sandwich from one of the staff, with his cell phone number. We started talking a lot.

It didn't take long for Hyunjin invited me on a date, and I thought a lot before accepting. That was four months ago, and we've been dating ever since.

It's extremely confusing to date an idol, especially when you work for their company. We cannot be together in public, nor show feelings around the staff.

If anyone found out, I would be fired, and if our relationship became public, Hyunjin could be kicked out of Stray Kids.

“How are you, Y/N?” Felix said, sitting in the high chair in the makeup room. He had clips in his hair, while Hani, my professional colleague, applied foundation to his face. “Did you wake up very late?”

“My alarm clock’s fault.” I said, throwing my bag on one of the dressers. I sanitized my hand with some alcohol gel and read my schedule for the day.

I should do makeup on Changbin and Lee MinHo, and then I should only be available in case one of them needs to touch up their foundation or powder.

“Good morning, Changbin.” I said, pulling out the chair for the man to sit down. He laughed, sitting down and starting to scroll through his smartphone. “What is today's event?” I asked.

“Let's take photos for our new album, and then we can leave.” He explained.

“So, I will apply more natural makeup on you , okay?” I said, and he nodded, agreeing. I did the makeup, and after that, I met with MinHo, who talked the whole time.

After that, I sat at one of the tables in the break room, waiting for someone to need me. I bought a coffee from one of the vending machines, so my tiredness would disappear.

“Unnie?” Hani called me, with her hands crossed behind her back and a grimace on her face. “Can you do me a favour?”

“Yes.” I said, throwing the disposable cup in the trash. “What do you need me to do?”

“Can you help one of the boys in my place?” She asked. “I have to leave early today, and EunHee told me that I could only go if I finished my work.”

“Who's the last boy you have to put makeup on?”

“Hyunjin.” She said.

“Of course, I can do his makeup for you.” I said, with a small smile on my face, almost imperceptible.

“Thank you, Y/N, you are an angel.” She thanked, bowing and leaving celebrating. “I'll take you to barbecue tomorrow, as thanks.” Hani shouted at me, making me laugh.

I went to the makeup room, seeing that most of the group members were no longer present. Hyunjin was already sitting in the chair, and Felix was waiting for the hairdresser to finish fixing his hair.

“Hi.” I whispered to my boyfriend, seeing him smile when he saw me.

“Hello, jagiya.” He said, also in a low tone. “I almost celebrated when Hani told me she would ask you to do my makeup instead of her.”

The brunette threw his head back, with a wide smile. He had his hair tied up and his face clean.

“Oppa, how do you want your makeup?” I wanted to know. It was bold to be so intimate with him, but Felix knew about our relationship, as did the rest of Stray Kids, and they kept it quiet.

“Do what you think is best, beautiful.” He murmured close to me, emphasizing the final sentence. “I trust you."

“You shouldn't trust me." I commented, taking a little of the foundation of his tone and depositing it on the acrylic plate. I chose one of the sponges, starting to apply the product to his soft skin. “I could do ridiculous makeup on you.”

“It would still be good, because you made it.” He argued, making me laugh.

“Oppa, you are so cheesy.” I spoke, a little louder than I should have , attracting Felix's attention, who looked at us, laughing.

He looked at his friend, seeing that Felix was making fun of us. Hyunjin rolled his eyes, looking back at me.

“When we finish the photos, we will have the day free.” He said. “I want you to go to my apartment.” Hyunjin suggested.

“I have to finish organizing the product counter.” I explained. “ can't go today.” I whispered, looking for concealer in the drawers.

“You do this every day, and the other makeup artists take advantage of it.” He said. “No one will die if you don't wash your brushes or store your foundations. Other makeup artists never do this, they leave all the work to you. This is not just your obligation.”

“Oppa, But what if my boss gives me a warning?”

“Stop worrying, Y/N. The other staff have to clean up their own mess, instead of waiting for you to clean it up.” Hyunjin raised his eyes, looking at the ceiling as I applied concealer to his dark circles, which were barely visible. “Let's go to my apartment, I have a surprise for you.”

“It's okay, Hyunjin.”I whispered, bringing my face closer to his. “I'll come to your apartment as soon as I can leave.”

He smiled broadly.

“You won't regret it, jagiya.”

I finished the makeup, applying small layers of lip tint to his lips. I forced myself not to give him a kiss, seeing him smile at me, almost guessing my thoughts.

“Thank you, Y/N.” He thanked me, getting up from the chair and looking at me. He walked past me and sat on the couch next to Felix, starting an animated conversation with his friend.

[...]

After saying goodbye to my colleagues, I requested a taxi through the app, entering the address of the building where Hyunjin lived. It wasn't too far from the company, but it would take a long time if I walked.

I didn't have time to touch up my makeup, so I took advantage of my time in the elevator to reapply my lipstick and blush.

His apartment was on the fifteenth floor, and had an electronic door lock. Even though we had only been dating for a few months, Hyunjin told me what the password was. After entering the code, I opened the door.

The light in the living room was on, and when I entered the room, I heard the sound of water coming from the master bedroom, indicating that he was taking a shower.

“My love?” I called him, closing the door and walking to the suite bathroom. “I already arrived.”

“Honey?” He asked, and as soon as I confirmed, I heard the sound of the shower turning off. After a few seconds, the door opened, revealing my boyfriend, with wet hair and underwear.

He had a white towel in his hands, and started to dry his hair, while I sat on his bed, watching him walk around the room. Hwang went to the closet, coming back with sweatpants and a white t”shirt.

“Come closer.” He pulled me by the hand, making me stand up. I was inches away from his body.

Hyunjin closed the distance between us, pressing his soft lips against mine. My hands went towards his neck. He was a little taller than me, meaning I had to stand on tiptoe to reach him.

His mouth was wet and sweet, with the minty breath of someone who had just taken a shower. My boyfriend's left hand reached my hip, while his right went towards my face, caressing me.

I started running my fingers through his soft hair, the soft, wonderful smell of the shampoo. Hyunjin's perfume had a woody tone, with the soft scent of roses and a slightly discreet refreshment. It looked like paradise.

Reluctantly, he turned away from me, with a wide smile that made his eyes close.

“I have something for you.” He announced, pulling me into the living room. Hyunjin told me to sit down, while he went to his small painting studio, returning with a painting in hand. “I did something, and I think it might please you.” The idol smiled, shyly, handing me the painting.

It was packaged, with grass green wrapping paper and a small bow. He waited anxiously, watching me open the package.

As soon as I took out the paper, I let out a surprised sigh.

It was me.

He had painted me. Made my portrait.

It was a prettier version of me, much more beautiful than I saw myself in the mirror. Hyunjin painted me with a smile on my face, and without lipstick or eye shadow. It was so beautiful I almost couldn't stop looking at it.

“Happy four month anniversary together.” He said, making a shy face, seeming to fear that I wouldn't like the gift.

“Hyunjin...” I tried to say, but I couldn't stop admiring the beautiful way my boyfriend saw me. “ It's so beautiful...” I said, in a whisper.

“Did you like it?” He wanted to know.

“I loved.” I confessed, smiling. I placed the painting carefully on the couch, and stood up, facing my boyfriend. “But I didn't buy you anything, sorry...”

I bit my lip, feeling ashamed that I had forgotten that today was our anniversary.

“I don't need any gifts, Y/N.” He said. “You are my greatest and best gift.”

I laughed, throwing my head back.

“I’? really sorry, love.” I said, running her hand over his face.

Hyunjin held my hand, leading me to the kitchen.

“Stop it, I told you I don’t need anything.” The rapper said. I sat in the chair, watching him take dishes from the fridge. I offered help, but he refused. “The surprise is not over yet.”

“Do you have one more surprise for me?” I asked when I smelled the tasty aroma coming from the dishes.

“I cooked for you.” He announced, taking the lid off the container and showing me the food he had prepared. “Tteokbokki!” He said, proudly.

“You did that?” I asked, surprised.

He smiled, grabbing clean dishes from the cupboard. Hwang also placed two glasses and glasses on the table.

“I wanted to do something special for you, darling.” He said. “I always go to your house and eat the food you make, so I wanted to give back.”

I smiled at him, helping myself to a portion of the meal. My boyfriend also bought bottles of Soju and some wine. Because he was the oldest, he insisted on serving me the drink.

“Thanks.” II thanked him. “Everything is perfect, Hyunjin.”

I ate the first spoonful, tasting the food. He also tasted it, making a small face, usual when he liked something.

“It's so good.” I spoke.

The rapper and I finished eating, and even though I offered to wash the dishes, he forbid me from going near the sink. The brunette invited me to see a horror movie.

I sat down on the soft sofa, right next to him. Hyunjin began the horror film, adjusting himself on the upholstery. I rested my head on his shoulder, feeling the idol's hand slide over my shoulder, caressing me.

We hugged for most of the movie, until he put his hand on my thigh. It was an innocent gesture, but the hair on my body stood up, and I bit my lip, deciding to stop the movie.

I pulled the rapper by the neck, making him turn towards me. I kissed him very cheerfully. He returned the gesture, taking his hand off my thigh and placing it on my face.

In a bold move, I lay down on the couch, pulling him on top of me. Hyunjin wasn't heavy, but he still stayed on his knees so he didn't put all his weight on me.

The kiss continued, and the man let his mouth roam my face, distributing kisses until he reached my neck. I wore a black tank top, which left him free to leave me with several hickeys.

I took my hand to the hem of his shirt, letting it penetrate the fabric, feeling his slim abdomen. I felt him get goosebumps from my touch, and I gave a cheeky smile when I saw that Hyunjin kissed my breasts.

Suddenly, he stopped, sitting on the sofa and taking off his t”shirt, leaving just his pants on. I smiled when I saw the red marks I had left on his skin, probably my neck was equally marked.

“We're going to miss the end of the movie.” He said, laughing.

“We can see it again tomorrow.” I spoke. “However, we would lose the ending the same way.”

The brunette came back on top of me, taking his hands to the hem of my blouse, asking permission with his eyes. I nodded, biting my lip and stretching my arms to help him with the task of getting me naked.

Hyunjin unbuttoned my dark wash jeans, and pulled them off, throwing them on the living room floor. The man looked at me, seeing that I was wearing a burgundy lingerie set.

“You are beautiful.” He said.

I smiled.

“You too, Hyun.” I said, pulling him again so that he was on top of me.

The idol's mouth went straight towards my breasts, which were still covered by the bra. I let out a low moan, caressing the back of his neck.

Hyunjin continued moving down with his lips, placing kisses down my abdomen, and stopping at my panties. He sent me a smile. To my surprise, he came towards my lips again, kissing me.

I reciprocated, letting the rapper's tongue enter my mouth.

My nails made small welts on the man's pale back, who sighed at the sensation.

“I love you.” He confessed, between the kiss.

“I love you.” I said, feeling his hand go down my body, stopping at my panties. The feeling was wonderful, and he looked at me, as if asking if he could continue with the touches. If I think, I kissed him again, authorizing Hyunjin to do whatever he wanted with my body.

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gejo333 · 9 months

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A Misunderstanding IV

Father Miguel O’Hara x Mother Spider woman

->Pt. I Pt. V

Summary: Spending the day with Miguel yesterday brought the two of you back to how it use to be six years ago.

I love this photo of casual dad Miguel! I couldn’t find the artist.🥲If you know who is the artist please lmk!!!

Also, for some reason tumblr won’t let me reply to you guys in the comments. And my comments have been removed for some reason. Does anyone know how to fix that?😭😭😭 I’m sorry that I haven’t been able to respond!🥺💕

Btw is anyone able to still see my comments on my other posts?

There will be an 18+ scene at the beginning and another one towards the middle end. Skip passed it if you feel uncomfortable.

I apologize for any grammatical mistakes I missed.

Hope you enjoy!💕

Wc: 5.1k

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Miguel gazed down at your sleeping form, snuggling against his shoulder on the couch. He brushed a few strands of your hair behind your ear, kissing your forehead softly. Careful not to wake you up, he gently lifted you into his arms as he carried you to the bedroom.

He gently set you down on the bed, moving the sheets over your body before returning to the living room and picking up his sleeping son. As he tucks his son into his race car bed, he gently brushes some of his hair back. Strangers would say his son was the spitting image of him. But as he gazes at Mateo’s sleeping form, he sees more of you in his face. As he noticed, the past few days he’s been here, the way Mateo scrunches up his nose when he doesn’t like something, just like his mother. Or when he hears you mumble in your sleep. A small smile twitches when he hears Mateo do the same thing.

Quietly shutting Mateo’s door, he made his way to your bedroom. He removed his shirt and sweatpants and draped them over the chair as he pulled the covers back and got into bed. Miguel gazed towards you as he felt you shift towards him in your sleep. He wrapped an arm around your waist, bringing you close to his chest. As he kissed your cheek, he got a whiff of your shampoo. You smelled like a breath of fresh spring air. Of course, with a small hint of cherry blossom. The day’s events, plus your soothing scent, forced his eyes to close as he drifted to sleep.

The bright light of the sun awoke the tired spider from his peaceful slumber. He had forgotten where he was for a brief second until he looked at your sleeping form. You had turned to face him as you breathed softly against his chest. His heart swelled at the sight. It wasn’t a dream. You were really sleeping beside him.

He mentally groaned when he knew he needed to check his watch and ensure nothing important came up at HQ. Gently leaving the bed, he quickly grabbed his watch from the kitchen before returning.

After all this time staring at screens, he needed to wear glasses to help lessen the strain on his eyes.

It was only a few minutes of looking at work before he heard a moan escape from your lips. Seconds later, another one came out, followed by his name. A smirk appeared as he gazed at you, squirmy slightly under the covers. He shifted slightly as he felt himself getting hard. Glancing again, he noticed you wake up as he forced his direction back toward his work.

“Buenos días cariño.”

“Good morning.” He could tell you were uncomfortable as you shifted your thighs together, making the sheets around you move. He leaned down and caressed your cheek.

“Did you have a nice dream?”

Your eyes widen, cheeks turning a shade of pink. “I-I um.”

“It’s alright, Hermosa. Do you need me to help with anything?” Miguel gently caressed your thigh as he slowly moved it toward your inner thigh and up towards-

“N-no, I’m good. I’m going to take a sh-shower.” You move the covers off and walk towards your bedroom bathroom. Closing the door, you turned on the shower and took off your PJs and underwear. You bite your lips contemplating whether or not you should follow the agonizing heat building up between your legs. A groan escapes your lips as you open the door halfway. You step into the tub and let the waterfall on your face.

A hand wrapped around your stomach, bringing you against the strong-built body standing under the water with you. Miguel brushed some of your hair from your shoulder as he placed soft kisses from your jawline down to your shoulder. You felt his other hand begin to graze down between your thighs. His fingers brushed your clit as his other hand massaged your breast. Your head fell back against him as you felt him insert two fingers into your soaking folds.

“I’ve missed touching you.” He whispered in your ear as he began a steady thrust. His large rough fingers feeling your inner walls.

“I’ve missed you too.” You moaned out as he tweaked your hard nipples with his free hand.

“What did you dream about, mi amor?” He quickened his pace with his fingers as you felt his hard cock against you.

“Your fingers were inside me.” You managed to get out as you felt his fingers curl inside you.

“What else did I do to you?”

Words were hard to put together at the constant curling of his thick fingers inside you as you began to feel that joyous tightening in your stomach. You gently move your hips to thrust onto his fingers, desperate to be filled more.

“Needy, aren’t you. Did I fuck you with only my fingers in your dream?”

“N-no.”

“Then what else? Tell me, cariño. Or-“A groan of frustration left you as he removed his fingers from you.

“Miguel!” Miguel turned you around as he gently slapped your ass, indicating you to jump into his arms. He grabbed you by the thighs and lifted you against the wall as you wrapped your legs around his waist. Your lips smashed against each other as you ran your hands through his hair. Miguel’s tongue explored your mouth as the tip of cock grazed the entrance of your wet folds.

“I won’t continue unless you say.” A grin was placed on his lips which made your eyes roll in frustration.

“You were going to fuck me. But I woke up before anything else happened.” You placed your lips on his. You missed this. So much. How much you missed his touch, lips, and his scent of woody musk with a hint of lavender.

“Well, let’s continue where we left off.” Miguel positioned himself with your entrance as he began to enter you. A moan escapes you as you stretch to accommodate his large size.

“Fuck your tight.” Miguel fully thrust himself inside you as you groaned in pleasure and pain. You never would have thought it would hurt again. But it had been a long time since you had sex, and damn did you miss having it. The tightness made Miguel impatient as he began slamming himself into you.

Feeling his ridges roughly slide against your walls quickly, you melt into his arms. Your nails dig into his back to compensate for the constant pounding into your pussy. Miguel smashes his lips on yours, hungry to taste you. His fangs accidentally nick your lower lip. You wipe the drop of blood from your lips with your tongue as Miguel’s lustful gaze watches. He moves his lips to your neck, leaving marks across your skin.

“Cum for me, amor.” The knot in your stomach releases as your eyes roll behind your head, as you clench tighter around him, which makes Miguel growl in your ear. He continued his abuse of your swollen pussy as you began to feel overstimulated. A loud moan escapes your throat as you feel him spill inside you. He continued to thrust into you, coming down from his high before he pulled out.

After both catching your breaths, Miguel sets you down. Your legs collapse, almost making you fall, but Miguel catches you in his arms as he steady you by holding your waist.

“Guess I went a bit too rough.” He chuckled while you smiled up at him. You brushed some of his hair that covered his face before you cupped his cheek. Miguel leaned into your touch as he gazed down at you lovingly.

“I love you, y/n. I missed you all these years. Now that I have you back. I can’t lose you again.” His heartfelt words made butterflies build in your stomach. Your heartbeat was loud against your chest, telling you exactly how you felt.

“I love you too, Miguel. I never stopped loving you.”

Miguel pressed his lips against yours in a passionate kiss before parting. Your noses gently graze against each other before you kiss one last time.

“I guess we should actually shower before Mateo wakes up.” A smile graces his lip, the dimples on his cheeks showing. You mimic his smile before you both decide to finally wash your hair and bodies.

After having another quick session where Miguel bent you over and took you from behind, you get out of the shower. You wrap a towel around your body before passing one to Miguel, which he thanks you for.

You went to the sink, grabbed a brand-new toothbrush from the cabinet, and handed it to Miguel.

“A toothbrush? Can I get a drawer too?” He chuckled as you rolled your eyes, followed by a smile.

“You want closet space too?” You smile before you begin brushing your teeth. Miguel placed his hands on both sides of your waist as he brushed his lips against your ear. “I would love that.” He said before he began to brush his teeth.

The two of you finally leave the bathroom and get dressed. Knowing he would be spending time here for at least a week, he brought clothes so he wouldn’t have to go back and forth between universes.

Miguel was about to head to the kitchen to cook breakfast, but you rushed past him, earning a chuckle from him. You block him from entering the kitchen. He crossed his arms across his chest and looked down at you, brows raised with a smile.

“lo que sucede mi amor?”

“I’m cooking this morning.” You turn around and grab things from the fridge. Miguel grabs the egg in your hand.

“No, no, no. I’ll cook.” He gently bumps you with his hip to move you away from the stove. You turn to him and pout as you quickly grab the spatula before he can grab it.

“Please let me cook. Just this once.” You purse your lips and bat your eyelashes for dramatic effect. Not being able to say no to you, he passes you the egg.

“Alright. But just this once. I’ll go wake up Mateo.” You give Miguel a quick kiss as a thank you before he goes to wake up your son as you begin to make omelets.

Miguel walked back into the kitchen carrying Mateo in his arms before setting him down on the stool. You place a plate of scrambled eggs in front of your son.

“Thanks, mama.” Mateo picked up his fork as he began to devour his eggs.

“Don’t eat too fast, papito. You might get the hiccups.” Miguel said as he pours coffee for the two of you. You watched as Mateo smiled at his father before eating his eggs again, slowly this time.

You hand Miguel a plate before returning to the pan to plate your own.

“It’s delicious, Hermosa. Thank you.”

“Of course!” You smile before diving into your own omelet.

After everyone finished breakfast, you got Mateo changed into his soccer clothes. You grab the warmed-up empanadas as the three of you approach the soccer fields.

When you arrived at the fields, Mateo ran towards the other kids kicking around small soccer balls. You and Miguel walk towards the group of parents mingling with each other. You place the large container of empanadas on the wooden picnic table.

“Hi, Y/n. Thanks again for making snacks last minute.” Said Emily, who walked up to you with her posse of moms desperate to be in the ‘miss popular’ group again.

“No problem.”

“Oh, these look delicious. What is it?” Said one of the moms.

“They’re empanadas. Y/n made them.” Miguel said, knowing one of them would ask such an obnoxious question.

“Some have meat, the other half only have cheese. And I bought oranges for kids who can’t eat the empanadas.” You added.

“Oh, this is Rachel. She’s a single mom just like you, Y/n. And she’s back in the dating pool.” Emily ignored your last words. You didn’t care as you noticed her last sentence was directed toward Miguel. The audacity of this woman.

“Hi.” Said Rachel as she gently waved at him in front of you. As you were about to say something, you felt Miguel wrap an arm around your waist, pulling you against his side.

“Actually, Y/n isn’t a single mother anymore. We’re together. But I wish the best for you, Rachel.” Miguel gently grabbed your chin and kissed you on the lips. Your lips part, forgetting the three upset and shocked women before you.

“Oh, well then, congratulations.” Said Emily with her usual fake smile. Another parent walked up, which gave the three an excuse to leave.

“It’s nice to see the witch and her mindless zombies finally be put in her place.” A woman walks up to you as she gestures her hand out to shake yours. “I’m Georgia. Simon’s mom.” The woman added.

“Y/n. This is Miguel. We’re Mateo’s parents. She needed to know she was not a queen bee. We’re parents to kindergartners, for goodness sake.” You both laugh.

“Nice to meet you both. The woman coaching the kids. That’s my wife, Lauren.” Georgia waved to the woman on the field surrounded by energetic five-year-olds who waved back before returning to coaching.

“She’s great at coaching the kids. It’s nice to see they’re learning to play instead of just running around.” You say as you watch Mateo learn to pass the ball to another kid.

“Lauren loves to coach. Have more kids fall in love with soccer like she did. She used to play on the women’s Nueva York team. Oh, she’s calling me over. It was nice meeting you both.” Georgia waved goodbye before jogging over to her wife.

“She seems sweet. It’s nice to meet other moms who aren’t trying to be wannabe plastics.” You smile as you glance at the three wannabe plastic moms huddled together gossiping.

“I can’t stand women like that group. They’re so fake. And the most self-centered. I’ve had a few first dates like that way back. Let’s just say it was only one date. The woman talked my ears off.” Miguel put his fingers on the bridge of his nose as if he had an oncoming headache from the horrible memory, which made you chuckle.

“I hope I don’t do that.” You tease, which makes Miguel wrap his arms around your waist as he kisses your lips lightly before he lightly pinches your cheek as he smiles down at you.

“You could talk for hours, and I would listen to every word from your lips.”

“You’re such a romantic Miggy.” You raise to your toes and place a quick kiss on his lips.

You grabbed the container from the table when it was empty, and the kids devoured them after their practice was over. Despite running around for an hour, Mateo was just as energetic as before, so you and Miguel decided to go to the park near your apartment to let him burn off the rest of his energy before he went to spend the night at your sister’s for a sleepover with his cousins.

You watch Mateo run towards the playground when you arrive at the park. You and Miguel sit on a bench, watching your son jump and swing on the play equipment. You rest your head against Miguel’s shoulder, closing your eyes to let them rest. You smiled at hearing Mateo’s laughter as he played with the other kids.

You didn’t realize how long your eyes were closed as Miguel pushed some of your hair behind your ear and kissed the top of your head.

“Are you tired, cariño? Too much excitement this morning?” Miguel chuckled as he saw your cheeks turn red.

“No, I’m alright. Just enjoying the moment.”

“Do you still want to have a date night?”

“Of course I do!” You leave the comfort of his shoulder as you turn to look at him. A pout on your face at the mention of canceling.

“I’m only checking. I don’t want you to feel forced into going on a date with me.” You lightly hit Miguel’s shoulder at his comment.

“Miguel, I want to go on this date. I want to be with you. I love you. I’ve only been hesitant the past few days because I wasn’t 100% sure if you still loved me. But I know now that you never stopped loving me, just like I never stopped loving you. It’s been six years since we last saw each other. We need to get familiar with each other again.”

“How about we don’t do anything fancy tonight. Maybe something more comfortable. Less awkward first date vibes.” His suggestion made you smile as you kissed his cheek.

“I would like that a lot, actually.”

“How about a swing through the city and then a trip to our favorite empanada shop,” Miguel suggested.

“Sounds perfect.”

“Momma, papa, when is Tia Nora coming to pick me up?” Mateo walked back to you and Miguel. Miguel picked him up and sat him on his lap as Mateo rested in his father’s arms.

“In about an hour.” You say as you brush some of Mateo’s hair out of his face, who begins to pout.

“Aww, that’s so long from now.” He crossed his arms. He was so adorable when he tried to act mad.

“Well, by the time we return home and pack your things it will be time for her to pick you up. Plus, your Tia Nora is always 15 minutes early.” You stand up from the bench, which Mateo follows as you hold his hand towards you. Miguel gets up as the three of you walk back home.

As you told Mateo, by the time you arrived home, which took 10 minutes, and packed his things. Which took longer as he wanted to show his cousins a few new toys he got. Thankfully you were able to bargain with him, only bringing one toy. He decided to take the toy you bought him a week ago. It was an action figure of his favorite hero. Spiderwoman. Your heart grew tenfold that you were your son’s favorite hero. Maybe one day, he could meet his idol when he was older.

You heard the door knock, but before you could reach it, Miguel opened the door. With all the excitement about Miguel coming back in to your life, you had forgotten to mention his return to your family.

“Hey, Nora.” You purse your lips into an awkward smile as you watch your older sister step inside, unpleased.

“I didn’t expect to see your ex open the door when I knocked. I would have thought my dear sister would have told me.”

“A lot has happened the past few days-“

“Days?! How long has he been here?”

“Three.”

“Three?! I thought we were closer than that.” A frown appeared on your sister’s face. She always was the more dramatic sister.

“We are Nora. I just wanted to work things out before I threw our entire family at him with questions. He’s only met our family a few times. And that was six years ago.”

“It’s nice to see you again, Nora.” Miguel scratched a non-existent itch on the back of his neck.

“You broke my sister’s heart.”

“Nora.” You warned her.

“But it’s true, Y/n. Yes, I know you broke up with him. But the months leading up to it were torture for you. I don’t want you getting hurt again.” Nora tried to console you by putting her hand on your arm. But you took her hand and gently squeezed it.

“Nora, Miguel, and I talked already. We both made mistakes. We want to fix things. Not just our relationship but also allow Mateo to grow up in a loving home with both parents.”

“Ok, but I-“

“Nora, I love your sister with every fiber of my being. It still breaks my heart that I hurt her and wasn’t there for her to raise Mateo for the past six years. I promise that I’ll never hurt her again.” Miguel caught your sister off, knowing it affected you as he brought you to his side. A sigh came from your sister’s mouth before a small smile appeared.

“Alright. I’ll let it go. But I swear, O’Hara. If she comes to me in tears, you’ll feel my wrath.” Nora narrows her eyes towards Miguel, which makes you roll yours. To heal the awkward situation, Mateo exited his room with his packed bag and ran to his aunt.

“Tia Nora!”

“Hey there, my little firecracker! I’m so excited to spend the day with you. Chloe and Marc can’t wait to see you.”

After saying goodbye to your son and sister, you sigh in relief. You loved your older sister to bits. But she could be a handful sometimes.

“I’m sorry about my sister.”

“There’s no need for an apology. I understand where she’s coming from. She’s only trying to protect you.” Miguel took your hands and gave them a light squeeze before kissing the top of your hand. “I should be the one apologizing to.” You place a finger on his lips to stop talking, which earned a slightly surprised look from Miguel.

“There’s no need for an apology. How about we go on this date you planned for us?” You placed your hands on both sides of his face as you got on your toes and kissed him to reassure him of your words.

Miguel smiled before the two of you got your suits on. You both head to your bedroom window as Miguel opens it for the two of you as you step out into the fire escape.

“I’ll race you across Manhattan.” You shoot your web to the building across the street when the words leave your mouth. As you continue your movements through the neighborhood, a smile appears underneath your mask as you hear Miguel fast approaching you.

At first it took Miguel by surprise when you quickly swung away from him. But he knew you were one to mess around. He has never been someone who likes to partake in silly antics. But ever since you came into his life, he didn’t mind partaking in them. As long as it was with you.

You look behind to see Miguel, but we’re surprised to not find him anywhere. Your attention turned in front of you again when you heard a heartfelt laugh.

“Can’t keep up mi querida?” Miguel teases as he begins to swing far ahead of you. A laugh emits from you as you try to catch up to him. You were almost at the finish line and knew you wouldn’t let Miguel win.

Going as fast as you could, you swing past him. You landed on top of the building marked as the finish line. A smile began to creep on your face as you didn’t see him yet. But as soon as you reached the top, your smile disappeared as you saw a familiar red and blue suit standing there, smirking at you with his mask off.

“Took you long enough.” Miguel chuckled as he watched you march up to him.

“How did you get here before me?”

“I was just faster, cariño. Can the victor get a kiss from the lovely woman before him?” Miguel wrapped his arm around you to bring you against him as he removed your mask. His lips pressed against yours as you melted against him. The kiss began to get heated as Miguel patted the back of your things to jump as you wiped your legs around his waist. He backed you up against a wall. A groan left your lips as you felt his clothed erection against you.

“It’s been so hard to keep my hands off you today. I’ve been wanting to fuck you all day.” Miguel removed your suit as he kissed your neck to your breasts.

“We had sex this morning Miguel.”

“Only twice, though. I haven’t touched you in six years. Being able to touch you again, I can’t control myself, mi amor.” He lifted you so that your legs rested on his shoulders as he removed your panties.

“Open wider.” He nips your thighs with his fangs which makes you moan as he licks up your pussy before sucking on your clit, which sends you into a daze. Your hands go into his hair as Miguel’s tongue enters you and begins eating you out.

“Miguel.” You moaned out his name, which made him go crazy as he grabbed you by the thighs, his claws slightly digging into you as he brought you closer to his mouth to try and tongue fuck you deeper.

The continuous thrusting of his tongue into you and the flick of your clit made the knot form in your lower abdomen.

“Cum on my face so I can taste you.” Miguel turned his attention to your clit, which made you reach your climax as you released your juices on his face. Miguel was pussy drunk as he drank every last drop of you. “I could eat you for hours, mi amor,” Miguel added as he removed your legs from his shoulders and wrapped them around his waist again.

Miguel’s suit dissolved, revealing his god-like figure. The heat in your core revived when the tip poked against your entrance. You felt his lips leave marks against your neck before capturing your lips again.

Your nails clawed at this back as he thrusts his member into your wet folds. Miguel didn’t take time to ease himself inside you as he thrust in and out of you at a rough and fast pace.

“Miggy, what if someone comes up here?” You moaned out. Words were hard to escape from your lips as Miguel pounded into you like a wild animal.

“It’s a little late to ask that, don’t you think?” Miguel huffed out as he continued to ram into you. He spreads your legs wider to thrust deeper into you. You guess he was right; it was way too late to ask. If people saw, they saw. And what a heated site they would see.

“I never want to leave your intoxicating pussy. I fit perfectly into you as if this pussy was made for me. Ughh, if you clench anymore like that around me, I’ll lose it.”

“I-I can’t help it.” A knot built up inside you for the second time. And with the rapid pace, Miguel would hit your climax as you became a moaning mess. Clenching around him from your climax made Miguel growl from your inner walls tightening around his member. He thrust one more time before cumming deep inside you. His pace became sloppy as he wanted to keep his seed from spilling out of you before he pulled out.

“I love you, mi vida.” Miguel took your chin and placed a soft kiss on your lips.

“I love you too, Miggy.”

“Now, let’s get some delicious empanadas.” You smiled at his happy-go attitude to get his favorite empanadas. He kissed your smiling face before helping you with your suit.

“Would it be possible to get a suit like yours again? I know this is not the last time you’ll take it off me.” You winked, and Miguel smirked in response.

“Of course.”

After making a quick stop in Miguel’s universe to his favorite empanada store, the two of you went back to your apartment in your universe. Miguel made sure to buy a few extra for Mateo when he came back home tomorrow so he could try the best empanadas.

You sat between Miguel’s legs and rested against his chest on the couch. Miguel flicked through old videos and photos of the two of you six years ago. You smiled at the fond memories, from random conversations at work to cooking dates to vacations. Though you only dated for half a year, you were friends with Miguel for a few years, which can be seen in many photos and videos. You always loved to capture moments.

“Omg, is that the video of us at the beach when we got wasted?” Miguel showed you the video of the two of you sitting on the beach with you, relaxing against him.

“Yes, it is. Though it might have been the horrible hangover, those breakfast burritos we had the next morning were delicious.” Miguel leaned his head back, reminiscing the memory. You giggled from his love for food as you kissed his chin before resting your head against his shoulder, putting your face against his neck. You closed your eyes, basking in the moment with him.

“It’s past midnight. Let’s go to bed. You’ve had a very active day.” Miguel kissed your cheek before picking you up bridal style and carrying you to the bedroom.

“Most of that activity today was with you.”

“Well, I can’t wait to do it again with you, mi amor. It’s hard enough not to ravage you again right now. But you need your rest.” Miguel placed you on the bed as he got in with you, pulling the covers over the both of you.

You turned to face him as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to him.

“Oh, I’m sure it won’t be the last time.” You giggle and place one last kiss on his lips before snuggling against him.

“It definitely won’t be the last time. We have eternity to be with each other.” Miguel kissed your forehead before turning off the lights as both of you enter the dream world.

Miguel’s eyes opened as he gazed at the white ceiling in your now-shared bedroom. He turned over to wrap you in his arms but frowned when he noticed the empty space beside him. You never woke up before him, as he was an early riser. He checked the time on his phone. He woke up at his normal time. His eyebrows furrowed, confused by your whereabouts. He then noticed a note on your pillow.

I got a notification saying a situation was happening at the mall that I needed to attend to. Some guy causing trouble. I should be back soon.

Love, Y/n

Fear and worry grew in the pit of his stomach. It’s been a long time since you’ve been in spider action. He was worried for you. Miguel got out of bed when he heard a noise in the living room. He sighed when he noticed he had left the tv on last night. He was about to turn it off when something perked his ears.

We’re getting reports of numerous injuries and casualties at the mall shooting. Spiderwoman is currently trying to find the gunman at the scene. We will keep you updated- sorry? Oh my! I apologize for the brief interruption. It has come to my attention that Spiderwoman has been shot.

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drvirgus · 20 days

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Protecting (my heart)

Idol! Minji X bodyguard! Reader

Description: getting a new job as NewJeans bodyguard isn't really something Y/n thought would happen to her. What exactly happens when she suddenly felt attracted to one of the NewJeans members? Can Y/n stay professional or are her feelings for Minji too much to handle?

Warnings: stalking; harassment; kys jokes; suggestive language; death threats; mention of abuse; mention of murder;

Chapter: strange feeling (half-written)

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With a gentle smile, I extended my hand to the taller one as I opened the door. Minji hesitated visibly, thankfully unnoticed by anyone but me. Her eyes briefly glanced at my hand and then at my face before she finally took my hand and stepped out of the van.

As she stepped out of the van, the screams and shouts began immediately. Minji had a meet and greet with some fans who bought over a thousand albums today. It was a small event, but quite a few people showed up. Some of them weren't even invited and now stood on the sidelines just to catch a glimpse of Minji.

I let go of the taller one's hand and closed the van door. I stood behind Minji, my face stern as I saw the faces of the fans. I glanced around several times. Minji was busy delighting some fans with autographs and photos. Her manager stood at the door of the event, impatiently tapping his watch.

I nodded hesitantly and moved closer to Minji. "I'm sorry, but we don't have time for this," I said loudly enough for Minji to hear me over the screaming fans. The taller woman glanced briefly at me before nodding and then smiling at the fans.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw someone throw something at Minji. With narrowed eyes, I immediately caught the object and examined it. It was a small stuffed animal. Apparently, it was a gift, but it definitely shouldn't have been thrown.

With a serious look, I immediately looked at the person who threw the object. I briefly looked at Minji. "Please continue," I said casually, handing the object to another bodyguard standing behind me. I put on a small smile again to reassure the idol next to me.

Upon entering the building, I stepped away from Minji, prompting the taller one to look at me questioningly. I simply smirked. "What happened?" she asked, looking at me. Her hands were placed on her hips.

"It was a stuffed animal," I replied, gesturing for the taller one to follow her manager. I immediately followed Minji and watched as she sat down at the long table. I positioned myself against the wall, far enough away not to disturb her but close enough to intervene if necessary.

I watched her interact with some fans, men and women of all ages. Minji's laughter filled the room, and she signed every album she received.

However, my eyes fell on a middle-aged woman. Her long black hair fell into her face, and she looked quite friendly. I observed her nervously playing with the stuffed animal in her hand. She immediately jumped up when it was her turn.

I fixed my eyes on every small movement, even taking a step closer. Now I could overhear the conversation between Minji and the slightly older nervous woman.

Honestly, I had a bad feeling. I didn't know exactly what it was, but something sent shivers down my spine. Even when another bodyguard tapped me and tried to get my attention, I just shook my head slightly, and he understood.

Fortunately, if my senior, who had been working for NewJeans for years, was not present, I was the head bodyguard. I had to make all the decisions and instruct the other bodyguards.

"Um, hi Minji, it's such an honor to meet you. I've been a fan for so long," said the nervous middle-aged woman. With a smile on her face, Minji looked at the fan and politely smiled, "Oh, thank you! It's lovely to meet you too. What's your name?"

"My name is Hee-Jin. I've followed your career since your debut, and I must say, you've truly grown into such a talented artist. I feel like I know you so well. Like we have a connection," the older woman said, her voice carrying a certain undertone.

"Thank you, Unnie! That means a lot to me. Would you like me to sign anything for you?" Minji replied professionally with a broad smile on her face. She didn't seem to find it strange at all.

The stranger nodded as she let out a small nervous laugh. "Oh, yes, please! Could you sign this album for me? It's been with me through so much."

"Of course! Do you want me to make it out to anyone special?"

The stranger only focused on Minji. Her eyes lit up as she shook her head briefly. "No, just your signature is perfect. Thank you so much, Minji."

Minji smiled and promptly signed the album cover. She handed the album back to the fan, who accepted it and bowed slightly. "You're welcome, Unnie. Is there anything else I can do for you?" Minji asked, focusing solely on the fan in front of her.

Hee-Jin smiled nervously as she now presented the small teddy bear. "Actually, there is one more thing. I have something for you."

Minji's eyes lit up. "Oh, how sweet! Thank you, Unnie. That's very thoughtful of you," Minji replied as she took the teddy bear and waved to Hee-Jin with one of its paws.

The woman smiled nervously as she repeatedly bowed. "I hope you like it. It's just a little token of my appreciation for all the joy you've brought into my life. It's been such a pleasure meeting you, Minji. I hope we'll have another chance to chat someday."

Minji smiled as she waved to the fan with both hands. "Definitely, Unnie. Take care, and thank you for your support."

My eyes followed the stranger woman, which Minji also noticed, but she said nothing and simply smiled at the next fan.

The bad feeling was still there... so it wasn't just about this fan?

Questioningly, I bit my lip as I looked around again and then glanced at the new fan. He was an older man who was trying to take Minji's hand. I could see how Minji, without attracting too much attention, skillfully pulled her hands back to her body. She smiled and nodded at the fan.

I cleared my throat as I stood next to the table. "We kindly ask you not to touch our idols," I said politely but firmly. The fan immediately apologized, which I simply nodded at with a smile. However, I didn't move away but remained standing next to the table.

My eyes then fell on Minji's empty water bottle, so I instructed one of the backstage managers to bring a new water bottle, which the woman immediately did. I thanked her with a smile through my eyes and focused fully on my job again.

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skyechild · 4 months

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𖤐 pairing: Idol!Seonghwa x Actress!reader (M/F) 𖤐 genre: smut ehehe 𖤐 warnings: language, alcohol consumption, miscommunication, rumors 𖤐 wc: 8.9k 𖤐trope/au/kinks: trope: (one sided) e2fwb 𖤐 summary: You and Seonghwa have been friends since childhood, but one miscommunication caused a rift and between you. What happens when you both learn to communicate and you tell him your side? 𖤐 notes: surprise Sar im your secret santa for CODN' Secret Santa. (This banner sucks, and im sorry this took so long) 𖤐special tag: @kpop-stories-21 𖤐 tag list: @cultofdionysusnet / @kikouku / @spooo00oky / @yoonjonguwu 𖤐 Playlist: Crazy Form by Ateez, Getting Closer by Seventeen,

"Why are you always in the fucking way?" The voice comes from behind you and you already know who it is. Your body tenses and turn around in the dress. "Excuse me? Do you plan to walk into my dressing room?" Your glare at Seonghwa as he hums, looking the dress up and down, He has to admit it's a beautiful dress, and it looks beautiful on you.

It's a dress slightly modernized, and that hat is very cute. He is not one to bring anyone down. You are a successful actress for a reason and he isn't going to bring you down.

"Why are you even here Seonghwa?" It was almost hard to not call him Hwa. It had been a few years since you last saw each other. You had to admit, he had grown up very well. He was attractive, very attractive. He had debuted with a group you knew as Ateez, with one of your friends being the social butterfly Wooyoung, the boy being a year and a half younger than you.

He rolled his eyes, as if the (valid) question was stupid. "Im casted in this drama...what are YOU doing here?" You crossed your arms. "You better not be the lead male." His lips quirk into a smirk. "Oh my lovely little Y/n is going to be my partner?"

You felt the blood drain from your face in almost horror. This was a vampire themed tv movie. There were kisses, there was neck biting, a possible bed scene. Was your hatred enough to make you back out of this? These were only promotional photos.

You bit your lip and turned around, picking up the train of your dress and walking towards the director and photographer. Seonghwa grabbed your bicep and frowned. "You hate me that much that you would back out?" His brows furrowed, a thinly veiled look of hurt hidden by disappointment in his eyes.

"I'm not, I just want to shoot the photos. The faster we shoot, the faster I can leave...this." You motioned to him. The muscle in his jaw jumped and you raised a brow. "Did that offend you? I'm so sorry princess." You mocked, calling him the name Wooyoung called him privately.

You watched the muscles in his jaw tense. "My patience is running thin Y/n." He warned and you pulled your arm away, huffing. "Let's go. I don't want this to take all day." You continue your walk over.

"You look beautiful Miss L/n." You felt the pink spread over your cheeks. You were never good with compliments. "Thank you Director Hong." Director Hong was only a few years older than you, his assistant however, was two years younger. A pretty boy named Felix that looked like the stars made their home on his cheeks. But his voice was almost a whiplash. You smiled at the younger boy.

"Please, call me Josh." You chuckled, shaking your head. "Then you have to call me Y/n. We have had this conversation many times. We are friends, remember?" He rolls his eyes teasingly. You and Joshua had gone to college together with you only meeting him through a mutual friend, Minghao, Who was tired of you whining about the artist being one of your only friends.

"Shua." You called him the nickname you used in college. He grinned softly, nodding. "That's fine." He chuckled, motioning towards where the pictures would be taken. "Alright Y/n, these are just promotional photos." You nod but the energy kind of drains once Seonghwa is standing beside both men.

"It's a bit of a remake of Dracula, similar to Gary Oldman's dracula." You bite your lip and grin at Joshua. He knows about Your love for that movie, and the actor himself. He has to shake his head teasingly before you are put into positions by Felix, the flashes from the cameras almost making you blind and many photos and different positions Joshua motions for a break. "After break it's time for the duo photos."

A bit after and after an outfit change for you, one more towards the era you felt was nice did Joshua break the news. "Alright, these ones will probably be the main ones they post." You hold back your grimace and Seonghwa smirks. "A bit seductive." Joshua reiterates and you want to punch the grin off Seonghwas face as it grows wider.

"You heard him, seductive." You glare at him before you move into position. "Alright Felix, would you please position them?" Seonghwa stands behind you, one hand wrapping around your waist and one wrapped around your throat. Your mouth opens a bit as you tilt your head back and over, resting it on his shoulder as Felix explains. Your eyes close and you can barely feel Seonghwas breath against your neck, his mouth parted.

Felix steps off the set and to the side.

It's almost perfect. Joshua calls out. "Seonghwa can you get a bit closer to her neck, you're a bit too far away." He nods and pulls you more towards his chest, mouth getting closer to the skin of your neck. Photos are taken in that position, his eyes down and almost closed. "Look at the camera Seonghwa." He looks up, eyes dark and sharp as he stares at the camera.

You go through multiple photos with him and you are getting to the point you are starting to get squirmy. One of the last positions has you are fully in his arms, leaning against his left arm as his right hands tilts your head back till you are arched back, laying on the ground with your hand gripping Seonghwas shirt and the other holding his right hand when it moves to rest on your sternum.

The last one is your least favorite. Felix has you back to the position you started in but turned slightly towards Seonghwa. "Kiss." You hear both Felix and Joshua say at the same time and your body stiffens from reflex. Seonghwa nods and holds your cheek in one hand, putting a thumb between your lips so they dont touch fully. You thank him in your head quietly before you close your eyes, hands holding his thats around your waist. At Least he had some morals unlike some of your other coworkers.

You sighed once Joshua called finish and quickly shoved yourself away from Seonghwa. The slightly surprised look on his made you raise a brow. “Why do you look so surprised?” He blinked a few times before smirking. “Was surprised you let me almost kiss you.” Your eye twitched. “God, I can't stand you.”

“Then sit.”

“I fucking am.”

You bit back the urge to punch the guy in the face. If these were just the promotional pics, how were the rest of the shootings going to take place? You knew Joshua but Felix was pretty new to you. But he didn't seem very new to Seonghwa and that made your skin crawl. He was young and wasn't involved in what happened. But Joshua was just the photographer, maybe you could get him to come visit the recordings. Maybe you'll see if your manager can talk to Yoohyeon’s manager to see if she could stop by sometimes with Pie.

You walked off towards your dressing room and stripped out of the uncomfortable dress. You shivered as you slipped on your robe, the familiar knock sequence of your manager alerting you to her incoming, making a noise of acknowledgement as you watched the door swing open. “Alright little daisy.” Your manager had been with you since the beginning and you grinned softly at the sight of coffee and a donut in her hands. “Is that for me?” Your eyes glittered as you gave your manager the puppy eyes. When she shut the door she looked at you. “Did you play nice with Seonghwa?”

Your huffed, moving to sit down in the chair in front of a mirror to start removing your makeup. “The best I could with his shitty behavior.” She rolled her eyes.”Sujin please.” Your manager sighed. “Fine.” She watched you carefully as she cocked her head to the side, meeting your eyes. “You know that you won't be able to avoid him for long, you're in the same movie now. You need to tell him the truth.” She spoke as she placed her hands on your shoulders. “That's his fault for believing the rumors, Sujin! ‘N this was first year of high school. It's almost been ten years. It's easier to just return the attitude he gives me.”

You rubbed your eyes and sigh, the gentle squeeze on your shoulders told she understood. You do want to tell Seonghwa, but every time you looked at him the anger of him believing the rumors instead of coming to you always lit a fire inside you, leading your disappointment and anger towards him. If he came to learn the truth it would be like this between you both.

You lean back in your chair, resting your head on Sujin’s shoulder. “I'm so tired of fighting him but he never bothers to learn the truth.” You close your eyes and sigh. Sujin frowns down at you before she purses her lips. “Y/n.” You look up at her, seeing the look in your eyes and furrowing your brows. “I could talk to his manager? Or Hongjoong’ he seems to listen to him.” You sigh. “Wooyoung knows everything so i'm surprised he hasn't told him, i did ask him to not tell him. If Seonghwa ever wants to know the truth he can ask Wooyoung who will probably tell him to come to me.”

You smile as your manager takes down your hair from the updo the hair stylist had put you in. A breath left you as you closed your eyes, the small massage making you relax into her. “Fuck that was starting to give me a headache.” You confess and she chuckles, fingers sliding through your hair.

There's a knock on your door and you both turn to face it. “Who is it?” Sujin calls and you hear Joshua’s voice on the other side. “Just me, can I come in?” You stand up and move towards the door, opening it with a bright smile. “Hi Shua.” He gives you a tight hug, stroking your back for a moment. “Hello little one.” You forget how tall your best friend is sometimes, he's about a head and a half taller than you.

Pulling him in your room you quickly shut the door, not noticing the eyes watching the door close, a frown on his lips before he is following, getting close enough to hear the conversation.

You lean against the wall, a giddy feeling in your chest. Joshua always gave you the butterflies in the tummy and a giddy feeling in your chest. He was the first crush you had other than Seonghwa. You rest your head on the wall when you turn to face him. “How can I help you?” You smile and Joshua chuckles, returning the grin. “You could help me if you come to lunch with me.” You feel a blush rise on your cheeks. You forgot how direct your friend could be.

“..as a date?” He hummed softly. “Yes and no.” You crossed your arms and nodded. “When?” He pulls his phone out the same time you do, both checking schedules. “How about Thursday? We can go when everyone takes a break.” You nod. Thursday is full with filming of some of the movie.

Seonghwa crosses his arms from where he leans against the wall a bit down from your door. You're going on a date with Joshua? He glares at the door. Of course you would go out with him, he was perfect. He rolls his eyes and kicks one leg over the other, head down.

Standing straight you wrap your arms around Joshua’s waist and squeeze. He chuckles and hugs you tightly back, swaying a bit before he backs up, hand on the door. “I'll text you.” You nod and wave and he leaves the room.

Seonghwa is gone before the door opens.

Joshua walks down away from your room before turning down a hall, catching the younger male. “It isn't nice to eavesdrop on a private conversation.” Joshua spoke, startling Seonghwa. He tenses. “I wasn't.” Joshua huffed. “I saw you turn the corner.”

Seonghwa fights back the slight amount of shame he feels from being caught. “I was just wondering what you were doing with her…” Joshua raises a brow. “Why would you care? You hate her.” Seonghwa looks down, biting his lip. “I don't hate her….” He trails off and the elder crosses his arms. “You could fool me, probably her too. She's convinced you hate her. Believing the rumors and not coming to her.” Joshua starts, cutting the other off when he opens his mouth.

“What kind of friend are you?” Joshua narrows his eyes. “She told me everything. What you said, what the rumor was. The truth.” He walks closer, keeping eye contact with Seonghwa. “Maybe stop being a bitch and ask her what really happened.” He looks at the younger for a moment longer before sighing. “She doesn't hate you. But what you said really hurt her.” He whispered. “Let her tell you the truth.” Joshua walks past him before he can reply and Seonghwa is left standing in the middle of the hallway, staring at the floor blankly.

He clenches his fist. He should probably talk to you before the bed scene. He doesnt want that scene to be more awkward than it will be. He ruffles his hair angrily before returning to his room to remove his makeup and change, already finding his own manager inside, sitting on the couch. “Where were you? We are in a time crunch. We have a radio broadcast.” Seonghwa nods. “You have an interview next week with how the movie is coming along.” He lists and Seonghwa slips on his jacket and grabs his own.

His manager stops, frowning. “Where is your head at?” When there's no response his manager’s frown deepens. “Seonghwa.” He jumps, eyes locking with his managers. “Where are you at?” Seonghwa frowns back. “Sorry I'm just…tired I guess. It's been a long day.” His manager looks at him for a moment before nodding and walking behind Seonghwa as he leaves the room. “Van is here.” Seonghwa nods, looking around in case he will get a glimpse of you. He sees you walking towards him with your own manager, not looking at him.

You have to get past him to be able to leave and you want to disappear, go out the back way. Maybe if i don't look at him he wont talk to me. You hope, biting your lip but smiling as your phone starts ringing. It's a small part of Wooyoung’s part in mist. “Hi Woo.” You whisper, glancing at Seonghwa as you walk past him.

I'd like to thank Satan for creating Wooyoung and his perfect timing.

You hum when he starts complaining about Seonghwa and Hongjoong. “Hey, Joong is a busy guy. Plus everyone, including atiny, know you like when he degrades you.” There's a scandalous gasp on Wooyoung's end. “...just because my heart flutters doesn't mean anything.” You roll your eyes. “Wooyoung thats a degradation kink, try to lie again and i'll tell Hongjoong.” You threaten and the line is silent for a moment before Wooyoung's voice drops into a whisper.

“I know Seonghwa went to do promotional photos today. How did that go?” You sigh, your own voice dropping. “About as good as you think Woo.” There's a sigh from the other end. “I don't know what to do Woo…” You continue when it's silent. “Everytime i see him, i think of his words and the fact he didnt want my side of the story fucking hurts. The pain fuels my anger so then I just…break.” You start mumbling at the end. “It's been years, Woo.” Wooyoung sighs and nods. “I know.” He murmurs before there's muffled talking on his end. “I gotta go, Seonghwa is the last one here, do you see him?” You take a quick glance around before nodding. “Yeah, he's just kind of…staring.”

You smirk for a moment before waving at Seonghwa and disappearing into your car. “I waved and now I'm leaving.” There's a burst of laughter on the other end and you gasp mockingly. “Did you put me on speaker phone?!” San’s laughing joining just confirms your guess.You barely get a look at the shocked look on the others face before the door is closed and you're off to your next schedule.

“Have fun on the radio guys, I'll be watching!” The replies come together into gibberish and you laugh softly before hanging up. “Love those kids.” You mutter.

Looking up at Sujin you smile a bit. “What's next?” She hums as she drives. “Next is just a solo interview about what you're excited about for your upcoming movie, then there's a meeting with a brand that would like you as one of their ambassadors.” The smile that's playing on her lips has your stomach spinning in anticipation. “What brand?” You bit your lip, crossing your arms. “Starts with a G and ends with a y.” Your grin slowly grows.”Givenchy? Same one Hao is in?” She nods, her smile growing along with yours. “Can I message him about it? Or do I need to wait?” You are half tempted to pull out your phone.

Minghao has been your best friend since before you were even in the industry. Being under the acting portion of the same company you both had been friends before either of you had a debut. Minghao with his dancing and artwork and you with acting, you were both known friends. You were each other's rocks, especially when you found out Seonghwa was debuting in a kpop group.

She nodded, a glance back at you as she drove. “You can message him about it. He will probably be very excited.” You pull out your phone quickly, the memory and day with Seonghwa slipping your mind as you quickly texted your best friend about the news.

If there was one thing Sujin was good at, it was distracting you and making you forget about whatever happened during the days that made you sad. You grinned softly as you talked to Minghao throughout the rest of your free time between schedules.

Once sitting on the couch next to the interviewer you placed a blanket on your lap to keep modesty with how short your skirt was. “Hello Y/n, thank you for coming on the show.” You grinned widely, shaking your head. “It's no problem.” You leaned back. “So it seems you are having a new movie coming up. It looks like Ateez’s Seonghwa will be the lead male.” You nod softly. “Have you guys already met?” You nod, looking towards the camera. “We actually did promotional pictures today.” The interviewer gasps. “Can we expect anything? Can you give us any hints?”

Shaking your head you chuckled. “There's no need, once the photos are out it will be all you need to know.” You tease carefully and the lady in front of you pouts softly before it changes. “So you met with Seonghwa, with their rising fame did it make you nervous at all. “No. I was already friends with Wooyoung and San. So it wasn't hard to be friendly with him. I'm only a few months younger than him and I've been watching them for a while. They're all so talented and friendly.” You mention.

“Should we expect any collabs soon?” You laugh at the question and shake your head. “Oh no, I can't sing or anything at all, ‘n i wouldn't want their captain's hard work to go to waste.” You grin. “Though everyone knows of my friendship with Minghao, he often tries to help me dance but I'm not very good at it.” The interviewer shakes her head. “We have seen some of the tiktok challenges you do with some idols. They look like some of the best ones we've seen from the actors and actresses”

You bite your lip and nod, bowing a bit. “Thank you.” Your cheeks turn a soft pink at the compliment.

You weren't used to compliments from strangers. Even now with being in the industry for almost 8 years. Your attention is brought back when the other chuckles softly. “So it’s Seonghwa’s first big acting role. Are you teaching him the ropes?” You shake your head. “I think he got it down from when Ateez had their own acting film.” She nods and sits up straight. “Well thank you for visiting me here Y/n. I hope to see you again soon.”

You nod and smile, standing up once the camera is off. “Thanks for inviting Lia.” She grins, eyes turning into crescents. “No problem Y/n. I do want to see you again soon though.” You nod. “We can get lunch in a few days?” You propose and she nods, standing up as well. “I'll be off first.” You bow your head a bit as the younger girl waves you goodbye.

Sliding into the car you huff when you catch Sujins gaze. “You did pretty well hiding your reactions from everyone.” She compliments and you nod, keeping quiet as you lean against the seat and closing your eyes. “Just a few months with him then you're done.” She comments and you sigh, eyes closing. “I can't believe he believed the end of what he saw.” You mumble before sitting up straight. “Now it's the meeting?!” She laughs and nods, driving away from the set and back to the company.

“Should I go home after this or ask Hao to get lunch with me? Maybe Jun?” You're mostly talking to yourself but your manager still answers. “It's been a while since you last saw Jun, why don't you call him and see if he's back?” You purse your lips and nod. You know both of your managers had to have something going on between them. Considering her cheeks turning pink whenever you mention you're gonna see Jun.

You giggle quietly at the thought. You wont ask until she comes to you, after all it's her personal life even if you are friends too. You're just happy she doesn't keep it professional and stand offish as your last manager did.

“Actually call both of them, I know their friends too.” She comments and you smile, nodding. You'd love to see both of your friends at the same time. Plus it's a known fact between all of your fans that you guys are best friends so you don't worry.

Seonghwa totally slips your mind once you step into the meeting room to talk with givenchy.

You also walk out as a new ambassador for the brand. You're quickly calling your two friends and asking them to dinner. “It's been so long.” You pout. “Especially since we have all gone to eat.” You wait for them to answer, grin growing as they both say yes. “Ok, how about in an hour? I just want to get out of these clothes and into something more comfortable.” They hum in response and you end the call, biting down on your bottom lip.

—---time skip—-

The next months are brutal, you barely got through the first month of shooting and Seonghwas remarks before you were aware of the kiss and bed scene. “Seokmin…” The blood drains from your face. “Don't worry Y/n, The covers will be over both of your bodies, nothing will be seen and both you and Seonghwa will be wearing skin coloured clothing so it's not like you'll both be seeing each other naked. The chemistry so far is amazing.” He grins brightly and you feel your protests crumble.

How can you be mad when he gives you that smile. You sigh and nod, Seonghwa behind you also nodding. You rub your eyes lightly, careful of the make up. “Alright, the scene is the day after tomorrow. Hopefully you'll be able to prepare yourselves in time.” He leaves with that remark.

The tv crew for the interview is already arriving and both of you go back to your rooms to put something a bit more modern on before you back in chairs in front of the cameras, Lia beside them. You smile as the camera man counts down and Lia starts her greeting before asking for both of you to introduce yourself.

“Hello, Im Ateez’s Seonghwa.” He bows his head a bit.

“Hey, thanks for having me again. Im Y/n.”

She smiles before she crosses a leg over the other, hands on her knee. “So how has recording been so far? We have seen the pictures, which look incredible. It seems like you have incredible chemistry even through pictures.” She comments and you shift in your seat. “Yeah it's been, about as you'd expect for a movie filming. Seonghwa and I have actually met before. We went to middle school together but never talked.” You can feel the way the male tenses a bit beside you. “It also helps that I'm already friends with most of his group.” You grin a bit.

“What about you Seonghwa? How've you felt so far?” You're a bit nervous about his answer. You could both destroy each other's careers with a single sentence. You tense a bit as you look over towards the male beside you.

“So far I think it's going pretty good. Its fun working with Y/n and seeing her again after a long time.” You want to laugh in his face at his words. Thats a whole fucking lie. You smile at his words, making sure it feels natural. “So as your first big screen debut how does it feel Seonghwa?” She asks and he chuckles a bit.

“It's a big change from webtoons and small things like Ateez has done before.” He nods, you nod along with him. “But Y/n has been amazing at helping me learn more. I'm happy it was her that got the lead.” You think he's being truthful at the beginning. You have helped him a lot with learning the ropes of acting, getting him used to it just in case he gets another role in a different movie.

“That's amazing!” Lia grins and she sits up straight. “So you're way through filming right?” You both nod and she lowers her voice dramatically for the effect. “Can you give me a little inside as to how the movie is going?” You shake your head. “I can't give you anything Lia, I'm sorry.” You sigh teasingly and she slouches back in her chair.

“Alright, I give.” She pouts a bit and you grin and sit up straight in your seat. “But…” You say, grabbing her attention. “We have a scene coming up that everyone will like.” She gasps. “Is it a kiss? Bed scene? A steamy make out?” She throws questions and you ignore the barely concealed shock on Seonghwa’s face.

You know you might get scolded later, but you liked breaking the rules sometimes. You grin and Lia sighs when she notices you won't answer any of her questions. “I guess we should end it here.” She speaks, back to herself as she bows her head. “Thank you for visiting again Y/n and thank you Seonghwa for coming today, hopefully i can see you guys after the movie comes out.” She has a hopeful lilt in her words and you nod.

“Thank you for having us Lia.” The cameras shut and you're off the seat, eyes landing on Sujin who is already on the phone, eyes narrowed at you and you smirk, shrugging your shoulders. ‘Give the people what they want, just a peak.’ Your mouth and her scowl dissipates, a sigh leaving her lips and she turns away.

“You're going to get in trouble for that.” You glance around, making sure all fans have gone before you turn back and half roll your eyes. “Sujin knew I'd probably pull something, I do it sometimes, especially with Lia.” You wave your hand dismissively. “Plus, I have to keep everyone on their toes.” You pat his cheek teasingly before walking away towards the hallway. You're half way down the hall when Seonghwa catches up to you, holding your wrist.

Frowning you turn around, seeing the other biting down on his bottom lip. “That photographer…” You raise a brow. “Shua?” He nods, frowning. “He told me a few things, well more yelled at me the day we had the promotional photoshoot…” You pull your arm out of his grip before sighing and pulling him to your dressing room and making him sit down. “So what?” You continue and he looks away before he starts recounting the more one sided conversation.

By the end you're huffing out a laugh. “Ok? He told you the TRUTH if you were interested in it. The side you should've gotten, the side that made sense and matched with others.” You chuckle bitterly. Seonghwa went to college, not knowing Joshua as he was a few years ahead. You can tell Seonghwa is done with your attitude but you think he deserves it.

You snort as his eye twitches, raising your own brow before getting comfortable on the couch and staring at him. “So why are you here?” He clenches his jaw, and sighs. “I'm sorry…” It's clear and audible but it still sends surprise through your body. “You're sorry? Now you're sorry?!” You almost let out a hysterical laugh, disbelief on your face. “Are you sorry before you feel guilty for yourself or because you know the truth and realize you did the wrong thing? Didn't get both sides?” You spit, locking eyes with him.

“Y’know what, let's just…forget it and once we finish the movie we will go our separate ways.” You wave your hand and sigh before getting up to grab your clothes. “Now, if you'd get out, that'd be great. I'm going to see Wooyoung after this.” He frowns. You're going to see Wooyoung? “Why are you going to see him?” You sigh and face away from him. “If you aren't going to leave, can you atleast make yourself useful and unzip the back of my dress so I can change.”

He nods and walks closer. “You didn't answer my question.” You sigh once he unzips the dress, slipping on your shirt before turning around once he steps away. “Thank you. But I'm going to see Woo because we are friends.” You explain before slipping your shorts on under the rest of the dress and slipping it off. Seonghwa sighs, resting his head in his hands. “I never hated you…” You rolled your eyes as you slipped on your shoes and grabbed your phone. “Ya’ coulda’ fucking fooled me.” You snap before you're grabbing the rest of your items and calling Wooyoung.

“Hey Woo- '' He frowned as you called one of his members. Grabbing your phone he hung up the call and pulled you into his arms, hugging you tightly, you couldn't help but melt into his hold first, hiding your face in his chest with a sigh. Your body tensed and you tried to pull away only to give up when you felt his body shaking. “...Seonghwa?” His sniffles grew loud and he hid his face in your neck. “I’m sorry Y/n…” You sighed. “I never hated you Hwa, I was just… just…disappointed that you didn't want to listen to my side.” You sighed. “I missed you Hwa. A lot, but you seemed so happy to just drop me because it didn't look like you cared.” You frowned gently, arms raising and hesitating before hugging him back.

You heard him sigh, a shaky sound as he hugs you tighter and pulls back. “Tell me everything.” You pause, eyes flickering between both of his eyes, seeing if there was anything else in his eyes. You have a few hours before you have to meet Wooyoung. Pursing your lips you sigh. Why not? You mumble before putting your back down and turning to sit on the couch. Once Seonghwa sits on the couch you take a breath before explaining.

—--

By the end Seonghwa hasn't said anything, he's quiet, eyes on his hands as he tries to find the words. “Why did you think Yujin told the truth?” You speak and Seonghwa bites his lip. “I had a crush on her…” You scrunch your nose in disgust. “Are you serious? You believed I was a slut because she said so? You believed I slept with your family. Your dumbass believed her over me, you knew her for maybe a month. What other lies did you believe? Didn't she tell you that I slept with your friends too? That I slept with the whole school?” He looked away. “No, Seonghwa look me in the eye when you lie to me.”

His eyes found yours after a moment. “Im…” You kept eye contact and his bottom lip trembled. “She fed me so many lies I didn't know what to believe.” He spoke and you sighed. “I won't forgive you and I won't forget, but we can be friends again.” You handed him your phone. “Put your number in and we can talk more, maybe even meet up after shooting when our schedules line up for dinner or drinks.”

Seonghwa’s cheeks flushed red. “I, uh, i'm not a good drinker.” You blinked before you nodded. “That's right, Wooyoung told me.” He huffed before he put his number in your phone. “Maybe we can continue back to when we were friends? When Yujin wasn't there?” You sighed. “I think we talked enough about it right now. I'll see you tomorrow.” You finished and got up. Seonghwa watched for a moment before he nodded, resting against your couch.

You could almost see the million thoughts going through his head and you bit your lip before walking over to him and leaning down. There was only one way to get his mind to stop running. You knocked your forehead against his gently. It was a thing you both always did when one was spiraling, thoughts running 100 mph with no end in sight. “Breath Hwa.” You could hear his breath hitch, no doubt remembering how many times you both did the same thing to each other.

Once you felt him relax you stepped back, his eyes looking at you with almost sparkles. Your cheeks flushed. “Stop looking at me like that.” Why did he still have the same effect on you as he used too, if not more intense. Enemies to lovers was one of your favorite tropes. You rapidly shook the thought out of your head before walking towards the door. “Text me Hwa. We need to catch each other up on everything.” Your voice was the softest it had been towards him in a while.

He nodded, a small smile growing on his lips as he watched you leave. He finally had a second chance. When he lost you he felt it. The pain of losing your best friend. But the lies she kept telling them only fueled his hatred for what he believed you had done. Why didn't he ask for your side, ask his family or friends if it was true? Everything he could have done was now spinning around his head. He really was an idiot.

He pulled his phone back and sent you a text, smiling as he saw your contact name. He stood up and walked towards the door as well, not seeing you in sight before he left as well, heading back to the dorms just in time to see Wooyoung leaving. “Bye Wooyoung.” He said instead of a greeting. The younger waved before he was shutting the door and off to meet up with you.

He bet Wooyoung knew what had happened, assuming by the way Wooyoung had given him a soft smile.

—--

The next day you both met up for shooting, you had both agreed to head out after the shoot to catch up, maybe continue where the good things ended. He had high hopes. You bit your lip as you watched him come into your dressing room, Sujin giving you a firm look before walking out. Seonghwa smiled faintly at you. “I know today is the kissing scene and the bed scene is two days ago. I think we should be on friendly terms…” He trailed off, leaning against the make up table you were at as you nodded, eyes locking on his.

The silence should've been awkward or tense but you guess the talk yesterday had an effect. You licked your lips as you leaned back. “Tell me about afterwards. When did you join your company?” You watched him look down as he started talking about what happened after. You both went back and forth talking about what had happened when you both split ways.

There was a knock on the door that interrupted you both, a voice through the door telling you it was time to shoot. Giving each other a look you both went out, hoping to finish quickly so you could both go to eat after. Seonghwa had an early schedule tomorrow and you had a rare day off. You took a breath as you went onto the set, going through the lines and scenes in your head. Giving both the director and Seonghwa a confident nod and a smile, you were both ready to start. “We finish last time right before the kiss, so we will go from there.”

You smiled as you stood in front of Seonghwa, face softening as you changed into your character, arms going around his neck and one hand on the back of his head in his hair. When the cue was given you went through your lines, head tilted to the side before you glanced down at his lips, before Seonghwa was leaning down to press your lips together, a hand somewhat covering both of your lips., the other gripping your waist.

Your eyes fluttered shut as you felt consumed by Seonghwa, letting him lead.as he adjusted you both, turning as the camera changed positions, tongue swiping against your lip and you let him, a harsh breath through your nose as you let the other move you like a doll, your grip on his hair. You gasped as he pulled away, your head tilting back as you felt him move to your neck. You bit your lip as the camera zoomed in on Seonghwa, catching the way his mouth opened and bit down on your neck.

You faked a struggle and held your neck as you backed up, fake blood smearing against your neck and Seonghwas mouth.

“Cut!” You gave Seonghwa a high five before you both changed into a different scene, a grin on both your lips as you both changed and cleaned up.

The filming ended quicker than usual and you thanked everyone for their help before you nodded towards the other. “I'll meet you by the door so we can head to dinner together? There's a place across the street I've wanted to try.” Seonghwa nodded before you both disappeared into your room,

You had to admit, you were a bit scared of what this dinner could come out to. He could only want to be on friendly terms for only the rest of filming. But he seemed genuine. Maybe he wanted to start catching up? You frowned as you finished changing, slipping on your jacket before texting your manager that you would be getting dinner with Seonghwa and would be home later. You got the expected reaction from her.

‘???? Dinner??? With THE Park Seonghwa??? What happened to this mutual hatred?’

There were masses of texts from her and you had to sigh, a fond smile on your lips before you locked it and put it in your pocket, walking to the door and finding Seonghwa already. “Well?” You question and his head snapped up, gaze meeting yours and he nodded. “Let's go.

You smiled, walking beside him as you both left to go to the restaurant across the street. “So this dinner, did you want to talk about what's gonna happen after this? After filming ends?” He took a minute, eyes on his feet for a moment before he looked over at you. “Yeah.” You nodded, pursing your lips as he opened the door for you, giving a small smile and nod of thanks as you asked the waitress for a private table as her eyes widened when the recognition hit her. She led you away towards the back where there were small partitions splitting the few of the tables. “Thank you. Could we start with water and desert wine?” She nodded, scribbling it down and disappearing.

You took a breath and sat down, Seonghwa sitting across from you. “I think we should be friends, start over.” He started, looking at you. “I'm not saying forgive and forget, I'm saying, maybe forgive over time? I’ll show you that I'm better, that I won't hurt you again.” He pursed his lips when the waitress came over with the water and wine. Nodding his thanks he continued. “I did miss your friendship, and I'm sorry that I let her brainwash me with lies.” You nodded, drinking your glass of wine as you listened to him talk.

“Im ok with that…” You nodded and you couldn't fight your smile when you saw Seonghwas own. “I’ll give you another chance, but i wont forget.” He nodded. “I get it.” He smiled crookedly. “Maybe we can get back to where we were in friendship?” You shrugged and watched as he took a drink nodding. “Maybe.” You nodded, licking your lips and both looking through the menu and you both quickly picked something and ordered before you leaned back in your chair.

“Sujin was surprised when I told her where I was going, more that i was going with you.” He nodded, a chuckle leaving his lips. “Yeah, I think Woo was surprised when I told him.” You grinned wider at the mention of the younger. “I'm waiting for his call.” You admitted, Seonghwa nodding before he took another drink, closing his eyes. “Maybe he will wait til after?”

He didnt end up calling that night.

The dinner ended with you both drinking another bottle of wine before walking back to your place, giggling and bumping into each other like old times. Every now and then your fingers would brush and Seonghwa would hesitate to hold your hand. Was it too soon? You both had just made up and he didnt want to risk it by doing anything dumb too soon.

You bit your lip, once you got inside the lobby you pressed the button for the top flood and barely got inside before Seonghwa had up up against the mirrored walls and a rushed ‘i cant wait’ before he leaned forward and pressed your lips together again. This one was full of passion, longing and a bit of sadness. You gasped before you relaxed and let him take over again, hugging him close to you before he heard the elevator ding, dragging you out and grinning against your lips.

He gripped your hip as he pressed you against the wall beside the door, locking the door easily. You let out a sigh as his lips met the skin of your neck, eyes closing as your hand reached up to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer. Your free arm wrapped around his waist as you held him against your body tightly. “No marks.” You managed to get out and you heard Seonghwa huff. “I can't make you either. Your fans wouldn't be happy and neither would mine. The media would have so much fun.” You managed to choke out when he nipped at your neck, hands slipping under your shirt and up towards your bra, stroking the warm skin of your back.

You rested your head back against the wall, tugging on his hair to bring him up to your lips. “Are you going to let me ride your cock Hwa? Make me forget my name and only remember yours?” You could feel the effect your words had on him, his cock on your thigh twitching with every dirty word that left your mouth. You giggled against his lips as he grinded against your thigh, hissing quietly. He leaned down, tapping the back of your thighs, hinting at you to jump. “Wrap your legs around my waist baby.” He murmured against your lips as he pressed them together, nipping at your bottom lip.

He chuckled, catching you easily as you wrapped your arms around his neck, hand hands tangling into his hair as he deepened the kiss, letting him lead you to the couch. His hand slipped up your back to find the clasp of your bra and easily unclipped it before you both fell onto the couch, him grinning.

“I just might make you forget your name. You've been teasing me lately.” He hums. “I could punish you but I bet you'd like it.” You rested your head back against the cushions, legs falling from his waist but still caging his hips in. You chuckled. “I think we have waited too long for you to just punish me, after all.” You trailed off, lifting your hips enough to grind against him, a smirk on your lips as you felt the hardness pressing against the fabric of his cheeks. “You're seeming to get a bit…what's the word, impatient yourself.” You hummed, sitting up to slip off your shirt and bra. “How about we practice for that scene?” You grinned a bit, sliding your hands underneath his shirt and pulling it up. “We can make it real. Not having barriers against us.”

You grin and he groans against your lips as he leans back down. “Such a tease.” He shifts both of you enough to get your pants and panties off as his shirt and pants disappear. “You're already so wet.” He cooed quietly, hands sliding against your thighs before he shuffled down and laid on his stomach the best he could, thanking you in his head that you had a long couch.

“Can I?” He flicks his gaze up to you as he glances at your pussy, licking his lips. You pretend to think about it for a moment, but the warmth of his breath against the wet patch of your panties makes you clench around nothing. You nod and he wastes no time with getting you accustomed to his tongue. You would've never guessed Seonghwa was good at head, but looking at some of the videos and what fans have to say you should've guessed he would be.

You groaned at the swipe of his tongue through your folds, hand tangling into his hair as you let your head fall back on the couch, eyes closed. “Fuck…” You feel more than hear Seonghwa hum against your pussy and your hips jolt from reflex, a string of expletives leaving your mouth.

You sighed as you felt Seonghwa wrap his lips around your clit and suck, his finger pressing his way inside after swiping them through your folds. You wanted to close your legs but it was like he could read your mind, his hands coming to pin your legs against the couch before pulling away, licking his lips. “You taste so good.” It sounds pornographic, the whine you let out when he pulls away. His eyebrow raises and his lips quirk into a smirk. “Was my tongue that good?” The smirk on his face tells you he knows it was. You pout, avoiding his eyes as he presses his fingers into you, crooking them upwards, fingertips pressing against the spongy spot inside of you, a grin on his lips.

“There?” You nodded, hand gripping his wrist as his massaged the spot, eyes tracing over your body. “You're so pretty.” His tongue swipes across his bottom lip, hunger in his as he adds another finger. “More?” He looks back up at you, free hand coming to stroke your side, humming as you nod. “I want you cock Hwa. Please…” He bit his lips before he slipped his fingers out and straight into his mouth. He groaned softly at the taste, eyes falling shut before you wrapped your legs around his waist, trying to put his cock inside you by yourself.

A quick swat to your outer thigh had you stopped, a pout on your lips as he looked down at you. “No.” You huffed before it broke into a low whine, gripping his wrists once he caged you in with his hands next to your head as he slowly pressed inside you. His eyes locked between your body, biting his bottom lip. When he glanced back up he furrowed his brows at the slight pain on your face.

“I knew you werent stretched enough, so impatient you couldnt wait long enough so i could fuck you comfortably? Maybe you wanted it this way.” He cooed once he managed to fit all of him inside, a deep breath leaving. “Wanted to be stretched by my cock and not my fingers. Do you like the pain?” He taunted and you bit your lip as your eyes opened, looking up at him.

A look into his eyes told you he was holding himself back the best he could, Maybe talking was distracting him. “Hmmm.” You hummed out, eyes a bit hazy as you tried to focus on the man above you. “You can move.” He raised a brow but sat up, hands on your hips, a faint smile on his lips as you kept your hands on his wrists. The first snap of his hips ripped a gasp from your throat, a groan following. “Fuck thats good.” You whined, tightening your legs as his gaze stayed on where you both were connected. “Look at you…” He murmured. “Taking me so well…” He bit his bottom lip as his thrusts sped up slowly, punching moans out from your chest with each one.

You released one of his hands to put it against the arm of the couch to prevent your head from hitting it, Seonghwas thrusts scooting you up the couch little by little. He raised your hips a bit, shifting his aim and grinning when you tighten your grip and arched your back, a loud broken moan leaving your lips. “Right there?” At your frantic nod he kept his hips aimed and sped up his thrusts, licking his thumb and rubbing your clit quickly. “Fuck…” He breathed, hissing under his breath. “You're so tight.” He looked up at you. “Cum baby.” He purred as he held back his own orgasm, wanting you to cum first.

Watching you fall apart on his cock made him wish he could have recorded it. The thin layer of sweat covering your body and the way your body arched, mouth falling open in a silent moan, the way your eyes squeezed shut and your grip on his wrist tightened. Beautiful. He had half the mind to ask if he could take a pic. The image had him quickly pulling out, his cum pooling on your stomach and some on your chest. He let go with a groan, giving you both a second before he got up and walked to your bathroom, grabbing a washcloth and wetting it to wipe off his cum.

“Hey Y/n. You need to go pee.” He murmured after he finished cleaning you up. “And take a shower.” He spoke softly, using the other side of the rag to wipe his own body clean. He will take a shower when he gets home. You nodded, disappearing into the bathroom on shaky legs. He sat down at the table after slipping his pants and boxers back on. You both had to talk about what had just happened.

When he saw you come out he nodded towards the chair in front of him. “We should talk about it.” You nodded before you sat down in front of him and quickly spitting out what you were thinking in the shower. “I'm ok with keeping this friends with benefits thing…” Seonghwas mouth dropped a bit, surprise on his face. “I know jacking off only helps so much until you start needing something better.” His cheeks are turning pink so you continue. “While I know any of your fans would line up for a chance, we would be better. We are friends to the public eye and it won't be TOO hard to pass everything with no scandal.” You watch him, mouth still open. You grinned slowly. “Hwa?”

He rapidly shook his head, shaking away the surprise before he covered his face. “Im…ok with that.” He admitted and you chuckled. “While its hard for idols its hard for actresses, we are seen as sluts or whores if we hand out with any guy that the public doesnt seem to know. Hao, Jun and I hang out because we are all under the same company so theres no scandal.” He nods, peeking through his hands.

“We can both fill each others sexual needs. Easy.”

You were both in agreement. You smiled at him. "Maybe we will end up as more some time." That got Seonghwa to pull his hands away to look at you. "Really?" You nodded.

"Really."

#cultofdionysusnet #park seonghwa imagine #ateez imagine #park seonghwa smut #ateez smut #codn: santa23 #skyechilds work

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luvring · 1 year

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Listen… you said we could ask for more hcs pt.2…………………….

RAAAAAAAAAAH

Ais? PLS? YOUR WRITIJG IS SO GOOD I THINK ABOUT IT ALL THE TIME

AIS HCS (2)

gn!reader | (part 1) anon you GET ME! BUAAAAHHH AND OMGG THANK U... that's so crazy actually i hope u guys think about me today i will b thinking about all of u😙🫶🧡 YIPPEE!

so stupid /affectionate. takes photos of you and says "now a silly one." or starts taking selfies without telling you

will do cheesy romantic things with you because you ask. he can tease you all he wants, and he wonders how he's found himself swaying to a song with you in the kitchen,, but then you hold him a little tighter and he's like ah. that's why

tells you to be careful with his horns. not in a they're sensitive way but in a please do not get in a position where he could poke your eye out way. rest your chin in between them if you want though

asks you to pay for lunch. when it's actually time to pay he's like "what the hell are they doing over there?" so he can pay first. you guys fight to pay semi-regularly. You are the people who made me want to scream and cry when i worked retail.

do his make-up. i dare you. what. you don't want to stand in between his legs with his hands on your hips while you try to do eyeliner Be serious. he'll be your test subject for new looks

or let him do your make-up. you can match w some red eyeliner :)

doesn't do any little video trends with you without being a little annoying/difficult but he Will do them and do them extremely well in the end. everyone's jealous of your relationship

if you're having trouble sleeping and try to not move around a lot in case you wake ais up,, it's too late. bro is awake. he sighs and nuzzles into you before being like,, "if you can't sleep, you can wake me up you know." or "how long were you going to go before waking me up?"

^ late night snack runs.. he'll stay up as long as you do. hanging out in a mcdonalds parking lot at 2am eating chicken nuggets who gets me

pulls your head to lay on his shoulder if he sees you getting sleepy. rests his head on top of yours

silently comes and lies down with you if he's in a bad mood. you don't have to talk or really do anything, just being around you helps him feel better. he won't complain if you coddle him a little though :) you offer to get him some snacks or cuddle him and he smiles against your skin. "i'm starting to think you have a crush on me or something." you roll your eyes and flick his forehead but he just lets out a breathy laugh. "yes please."

cannot fucking play horror games/movies around this guy like why are YOU jumpscaring me Where is my safe space. he relishes in you clinging onto him / holding you from behind, but he also respects you scaring him back if you're more immune to horror

don't start a prank war with this guy because that shit isn't ending. he excels in annoyingly inconvenient pranks Don't Do It.

tells you about the dogs(/animals) he saw while out during the day. modern au he sends you pics either wordlessly or guessing their names. "meet nacho cheese" "why would u say that" "that's obviously his name? have some respect"

ohh. people watching...this sounds silly. but like i'm thinking about how he doesn't like being lonely/isolated but Is and how he has to watch others enjoy themselves and stuff. so you hanging out together and talking and guessing random people's life stories is just like. a casual thing but reminds him He Has Somebody to do that with now

why'd i say that

you know how he was in the rafters at the beginning. yeah he's asking if you wanna join him up there. you're like You do that Regularly? not just trying to intimidate me? and he's like 🤷‍♂️ it's comfortable enough.

promises he won't let you fall and keeps a steady hold. See? it isn't so bad.

modern au tattoo artist ais who gets me. anyone. anybody. helloooo? guys please i'm gonna pee my pants

🏷 | @lost-lonnie @screaming-wea-sel @dreamtydraw @respitable @semifilms @hexcoeur

#touchstarved game #touchstarved ais #ais x reader #nia + touchstarved

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yridenergyridenergy · 11 months

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Welcome! This is a special invitation to take the whole Dir en grey community for an enthralling ride into the Schadenfreude universe!

That song’s lyrics are highly poetic, and seeing as it is a long song, we have even more to feed our imagination. These lines suggest an imagery, but far from forcing a specific one onto us, they peel at the layers of our creativity.

We would love to see your approach on what those lyrics evoke for you. Some of you are incredible talented and this contest is less of a competition than it is an opportunity to create a gallery of amazing art dedicated to Dir en grey’s Schadenfreude!

Prizes

Still, as an incentive, you can expect not just many kudos and my heartfelt appreciation, but a couple of prizes!

Two guaranteed prizes are sets of VIP & exclusive goods from Tour23 Phalaris Vol.II, which contain: portrait set (photographed during Tour23 From Depression To____ 25th Anniversary), drawing book (Perfume of Sins artist photo outlines), colouring pencils, wristbands set, and a large pouch.

What’s more random and undetermined is that, on top of that, honestly, there are probably things that I would be willing to do or to depart with from my own collection. Whether it’s something in Photoshop, or you’re a fan of x member who is missing something, we’ll work out an extra prize that I can include in your package!

(Voting method and presentation of the entries to be determined - probably dependent on how many entries there are, if artists prefer to be presented anonymously or something, etc. I definitely won’t be making the decision myself, but I also want it to be as fair as possible for all participants!)

Deadline

I don’t want to rush creativity at all, but please submit your entries no later than July 7th 2023 at 11:59PM EST. Let me know if you find this too restrictive!

Here is the Google form to register your artwork:

https://forms.gle/BeBSzvgTj9GDvUfF7

Entries

You can enter as many entries as you wish to share! There are so many inspiring lyrics in Schadenfreude that would be difficult to mix into a single piece of art. At the same time, there isn’t necessarily strength in number in this case, since there will be at least two winners anyway. This is meant to give you flexibility rather than to force you to make a difficult choice on just one segment of Schadenfreude to illustrate, but don’t spread your efforts thin on too many pieces!

What medium? As long as it’s a still image, go wild with digital, paper, paint, clay(?).

Literally no other theme than just: “Bring to life a part of Schadenfreude’s poetry”. The lyrics mention scenery for the most, but you could include a person in your artwork too.

Do keep in mind the tone and way those lyrics are sung, as well as the surrounding melody, of course!

Tips?

This may be more distracting than helpful as it could create bias, but below the break, I’ll include some descriptions of how Schadenfreude was portrayed live by the band.

Before the hidden break though, good luck to all and thank you to anyone who participates! If you can, please spread the word about this contest!

The lighting for Schadenfreude is overall very much blue and red, but I think there were scenes of red and green too.

In the background, the accompanying video shows 3D graphics of: gnats, a featureless person praying on their knees, a corridor of material resembling inner linings or organs that leads to a wide room where a faceless branch being sits on a throne, the Devil with its horns, scorched paper, a devastated forest but also a jungle with a giant skull-shaped rcck or monument. Other parts of the video showcase sketches like those of the artist behind the Agitated Screams of Maggots and Rinkaku PVs, displaying a mage or a ghost.

#Dir en grey #art #fanart #contest #Phalaris

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riddle-me-ri · 1 year

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hi if its fine with you id like to request riddler with an artsy s/o and like theyre suffering artblock so they do a painting of him (he finds it sweet)

can be any riddler of ur choice and i also prefer gender neutral but if u end up writing fem i dont mind!

have a good night/day

-anon

A/N: aahhh that’s meee…this request resonates with me so well as an artist that suffers from art block or a chronic victim of endless reference scrolling to where I get lost saving references for everything but what I was looking for rip…only for me to settle and just draw Eddie from different media lol. And I'm so sorry ahead of time this got ridiculously long, I got really carried away and was having so much fun with the idea rip. So sorry for the length!

Riddlers React to Reader’s Art of Him:

Arkhamverse Riddler:

Edward always appreciated your capability to occupy yourself. While he was busy plotting, building, and scheming…you were sketching, collaging, and painting.

Of course, until one unfortunate day. Nothing was coming to you. You’ve just about drawn and sketched every riddlebot, every henchmen, and you even started scribbling question marks all over the pages…wait…what? Ugh.

You needed to find a new muse. Anything…anyone…well there was one person you haven’t painted yet.

However, you knew you wouldn’t be caught dead with your supplies in his workspace. The minute the paint spilled on the floor or god forbid you put your eraser down and it disappeared among the chaos.

You grabbed your phone and began scrolling through your phone. You’ve taken enough candid photos of him, surely one of them would spark your interests. Your artistic eye landed on one such photo. Edward was smiling in this one, it was when he first got one of his riddlebots to work. Quickly you took to sketching the thumbnail for the portrait.

There was knocking on the door.

“What is it, Y/N! I’ll have you know I am very busy!” Edward was already raving and ranting before he even opened the door.

“I-I know, Ed! This’ll only take a minute, please?” You begged, grinning your teeth into a smile as if you were trying to coax him and he was in front of you.

Edward opened the door and looked at you. “Well? What was so pressing, you had to–”

You pulled the canvas out from behind your back. Edward was stunned when familiar green eyes met his own.

“Y-Y/N…w-when?” He reaches out to grab it, but you quickly snatch it back.

“Uh-uh, not with those filthy gloves. Take them off!” You ordered.

Edward groaned annoyingly, but took them off whilst rolling his eyes. His eyes came back to the painting however as you let him hold it.

Ed allowed the smallest grin lopsided along his face. He looked surprised, almost mesmerized…he was happy.

Of course, that window of vulnerability smacked close the instant it let just the tiniest bits of light in.

“Well, I wouldn’t expect anything less considering you had the most ideal subject to work off from.”

Now it was your turn to roll your eyes, well the moment was sweet while it was there.

Reevesverse/Dano Riddler:

Edward was practically the perfect subject for a life drawing. He had his usual comfort positions whenever he was enthralled in any of his usual activities. Which made him sit stable in one position. Whether that was playing games online, reading the paper and doing the crosswords, or endlessly scribbling away at his ledgers.

You both mutually respected each other’s creative spaces. Not allowing one or the other to look unless invited. You rarely saw what was in his ledgers (you doubt you’d ever get the chance to) and you equally rarely show him your sketchbooks.

It couldn’t be helped though. He was just too adorable. His small little smirks, his round cheeks, and pretty eyes. He was the best subject…not to mention he was always so still.

You caught yourself staring glances of him at that moment. He was writing and typing away about something. Probably jotting down some riddles or puzzles of his own. Meanwhile you were steady sketching and erasing away.

Both of you lost in your own little worlds.

You didn’t even realize how much time has gone by or how Edward was all of a sudden in front of you.

You jumped back in shock, curling your arms around your sketchbook to shield its contents.

“Oh…sorry…I-I didn’t mean to make you jump.”

You sighed. “It’s okay, just lost in the zone for a minute.”

There was a moment of silence as Edward decided to take a seat next to you. You were pondering your next move, but maybe it would be a good step towards moving your relationship forward.

“W-Wanna see what I’ve been working on?” You offered.

Ed’s head immediately picked up. “O-Oh…uh…y-you don’t have too if you’re not comfortable.”

“I wouldn’t offer if I wasn’t.” You handed your sketchbook to him.

He glanced his eyes back and forth between you and the sketchpad. He slowly gripped it with a soft excited smile on his face. You shrugged in on yourself, hoping you made the right call.

“W-Wait…” He gasped. “T-That’s me? You drew me? Just now?”

“Ehh…more like the past hour and a half.” You chuckled nervously.

“I-It’s great…I-I’m f-flattered even. Is this how you see me?” Edward was beside himself. He usually can’t stay looking at himself in the mirror. Seeing his inner self-loathing grow and spread from the inside out, but…but he liked this Edward, the one drawn by you.

You nodded. “Yeah. It is.” You put your hand on his shoulder and wrapped the other around his waist. You gave him a small side hug and a kiss on his cheek.

Gotham Riddler:

You were probably the only one in the whole precinct that actually enjoyed his ramblings and absurd amount of info-dumping. He was too animated to ignore and he made for the perfect drawing subject when you found yourself stuck on what to draw. Thankfully, he’s usually too lost in his thoughts and verbal vomit to pay you any mind to you doodling away.

Until today anyway.

“What’re you doing?”

“Huh?”

“I’ve noticed that while you are actively listening to me talking, and I do appreciate you actually paying attention…I’m curious to what you’re also doing while I’m talking…” He stammered.

Well, you weren’t prepared for that discussion.

“Oh, uh…well…I-I’m actually drawing you..” You answered.

The room was silent. Edward was prepared for every answer…but yet not that one.

“I-uh-oh...um…wasn’t expecting that.”

“Did you think I was taking notes?” You giggled.

“Err…actually I thought you were just keeping yourself busy cause…I thought I was boring you.” Edward admitted.

“What? I don’t find you boring at all. Look!” You quickly handed him your sketchpad before any other negating thoughts came to his head. “I love listening to you, and watching you speak. You’re so animated and brilliant and I want to capture it...or try to anyways.”

Ed’s eyes lit up at you mentioning him, in a positive light. No one’s ever referred to his ramblings as…animated and brilliant before. “C-Can you show me? T-The drawings of me?”

“Oh, uh…” You seized up, the amount you’ve actually drawn finally dawning on you as probably reading on borderline creepy. However, he wasn’t going to believe you unless you showed him the proof.

You quickly handed him the medium sketchpad before you had time to refuse.

Ed’s eyebrows raised as his eyes widened. He immediately recognized himself, he could almost recall the conversations. He found himself softly chuckling at the small footnotes to what he was saying beside the sketches.

“D-Do you like them?” It seemed silly to ask, but you needed vocal affirmation to the silly grin on his face.

He looked up at you, completely bewildered but extremely giddy. His smile was stretched across his face, no doubt the biggest smile you’ve seen from him.

“I-I-I love them…they’re great! Y-You’re incredibly talented Y/N…”

“Nah, I’ve just got a great subject.” You nudged your shoulder with his. He returned the sketchbook to you.

There was another moment of comfortable silence until Ed stole glances between you and the sketchpad.

“What is it, Ed?”

“Well, I don’t want to start sharing until you’re ready!” He grinned.

You smiled back but quickly plop down on your seat and grab your graphite pencil. “Okay, I’m ready.”

BTAS Riddler:

You were way too focused. After months, almost years of drawing Eddie, you were confident enough to pull off this decent sized portrait of him. He’s been your whole world for so long, he occupied a lot mroe of your thoughts than you cared to admit. Although, there was nothing wrong with showing that appreciation.

You were too excited to wait for his birthday or Christmas or Valentine’s Day. You just wanted to give him something, plus drawing and painting him help broke you from your art block the past few weeks. Seeing his adorable face slowly come to life on the canvas, you even amazed yourself at a moment or two.

It was the hardest secret to keep until you finally were ready to reveal it to him. You two just had a fun date night. Everything was perfect, and the mood was just right. Love, passion, and tenderness flowing between the two of you.

You’re reminded yet again, just how much you love and adore this man. He leaned down to kiss you when all of a sudden you remember your portrait drying in your studio. You gasp which shocks Ed but you tap his nose and tell him to wait in the living room.

He quirks a curious eyebrow at you but stays put.

He’s shocked when he sees you carrying something almost as tall and wide as you behind your back. You pull it out from behind your back, a thin protective sheet of paper still covering the art.

“I-I made this for you, Eddie.” You said softly, handing him the canvas.

“D-Darling..you…you didn-” When he pulls the protective back, he’s in complete awe. He finds himself breathlessly chuckling. “I-It’s me?”

“Of course it’s you, there’s no one else more handsome!” You went up and kissed his cheek. “Do you like it, Eddie?”

“I-I-I’m in awe, I love it…You’re so talented, my dear…thank you.” He kissed your temple in return. You grabbed his chin and leaned him down to properly kiss you like he tried to do before.

Zero Year/Capullo Riddler:

Now, this asshole…he’s surprised you weren’t already drawing him. Like what better muse do you need, Y/N? He’s right there! He knows how much you love his face, the way he grins, his expressive eyes, and even more intricate and expressive hand gestures. You don’t say it but he can see it in your eyes, you don’t hide your obvious attraction to him well.

However, you still sketch away even while rolling your eyes. As much as you hated to admit it (and as much I, too, hate to admit it) the smug bastard was fun as hell to draw. His face was so pudgy and he was able to do certain expressions you haven’t seen before.

“Why don’t you ever ask me to pose for you?” He teased you.

“Because quite frankly thinking of painting you like…uh…French girl, doesn’t sound amusing to me.”

Edward blinked at you in disbelief. You found yourself succumbing to your chuckles at his displeased expression.

“Now, you and I BOTH very well know, that’s a lie!” He crossed his arms defensively.

“Is it?” You challenged.

Edward nodded. “You may not think it, but I’ve seen you draw me before, and even I have to admit, you capture my essence pretty well.”

“Does that essence portray a conceited dickhead?” You asked.

He narrowed his eyes at you.

“I’ll take that as a no…damnit guess I’ll have to fix those..”

“C’mon, Y/N! Just this once!”

“Are you paying me?”

“What? NO!” He laid down in front of you on his side on top of the thankfully empty coffee table. “I should be offering payment for my services, but this will be a freebie.”

You found yourself reeling your eyeballs back into your sockets. After more minutes of bickering you conceded and painted the egomaniac. You tried to stay focused no matter how often he kept teasing you with winks and kissy faces.

When you flipped the canvas around to show him the final product. You made sure to steady look at his face. He may be a conniving manipulator, but if he was pleased or surprised he couldn’t hide it. You found yourself grinning, as his mouth opened to a soft “oh” shape and his eyes were widened.

“Well, what do you think?”

Somehow hearing your voice snapped him out of whatever thoughts he was having. Gone went the wide eyes and speechlessness.

“Well, I mean..it is amazing, but then again your subject matter is pretty incredible…”

You snatched your supplies and started storming off.

“Hey! Come back! It looks good! You even got my eyes right this time!”

“Oh fuck off! I never screw up your eyes!”

“So you do stare at me?”

“Ugh!”

Twojar Riddler:

Just call him the David to your Michelangelo. You would never outright admit it but it was pretty clear to the two of you that you had a mutual appreciation for the other as muse and artist. Whenever you had a slow art day or when you weren’t getting any ideas, Edward was usually always free to stand in as your art subject.

Almost too willing some times, even suggested it on days you were doing well enough on your own. Although it never hurt to practice more life and anatomy practice. Edward would very much prefer it was HIS anatomy as opposed to anyone else’s.

One day, you realized that you never actually truly painted him. It was usually just quick thirty minute or sometimes an hour long sketching sessions. He was always pleased with whatever you drew, sometimes teasing you where you tend to mostly put your focus on when drawing him. Whether it was his face, his hands, or chest.

Regardless you wanted to wow him at least once with your skill. Lately you’ve been pulling out the paints again. Ed noticed but never mentioned them. You were thankful for, you wanted to be able to get better at the medium before putting your favorite subject to the test. When you felt like you painted everything under the moon and began running out of ideas to practice on…you felt like it was time.

“You want to paint me this time?” Ed asked, wearing a white dress shirt with barely one bottom button barely buttoned. He also wore some dark green slacks.

“Yeah, thought I’d change it up a bit. I’ve been practicing with the paints for a minute.” You explained as you set up your easel and paints.

“I’ve noticed, you’ve picked up on it rather quickly, not that I’m surprised.” He grinned.

“Well, hopefully, I can impress you instead.” You chuckled as you finally took a seat.

“You always impress me, dear. I always admire you and your craft.”

You smiled softly at that. You shook your head to get rid of the blushes coming to warm your cheek as you began to focus.

It took an extra hour and a half than you liked. Edward occasionally talking to make conversation. You two never sat well in silence and oddly enough, these were the few intimate moments you got to catch up with one another.

“Well, darling?”

“I-I…well…”

“I won’t move until you’re certain.”

Your heart swelled at his commitment. “You can see it, Eddie…”

It was eternity for him to go from his sitting spot to your side. You didn’t miss the small intake of air and the wide smile on his face.

“Well?”

“I-It’s outstanding…y-you’ve outdone yourself my dear.” He complimented.

You couldn’t resist the squeals of excitement that came out as you wrapped your arms around his neck in an embrace. “Thank you, Eddie! That means a lot!”

Gotham City Sirens Riddler:

It wasn’t unheard of that there were slow days at the office. Much like this one dull and dragging Wednesday evening. After all your spring cleaning and organizing your office space was done, you figured it wouldn’t hurt to pull out your sketchbook.

Usually Ed had the door to his office closed, but since he likely was not expecting any new cases today he decided to leave it open.

After scribbling some random faces and various shapes to get the drawing muscles warmed up, you took a glance into Edward’s office.

You haven’t drawn him yet. Sometimes you’ve caught Harley or Selina waiting and got to draw their faces. Every now and again you got to draw the clients that came in. Better still, there were a couple cases Edward required your artistic skill to draw a possible person of interest or whatever descriptors a client may have to help him go off of.

You liked those cases best, they made you feel good like you were actually helping Ed and not just his book keep.

You started sketching out your basic shape and guidelines. Stealing the glances of Edward like a kid stealing cookies from a jar. Just to make sure Ed didn’t have the slightest clue to your creative activity.

“Well, Y/N. I guess it’s time to call it a day, I suppose it was a good day to–Y/N?”

“Yes, sir?” You looked up and almost jumped from your seat when he was in front of you and not in his office.

“What were you doing with your spare time?” Ed smirked. He looped around the edge of your desk to where he was beside you.

You didn’t have a chance to explain it before he saw the drawing of himself.

“I-I’m sorry, Eddie…I-I don’t mean to freak you out, I was just…didn’t know what to draw and I’ve never drawn you before…”

Ed scoffed. “Could’ve fooled me, this looks amazing, Y/N. And dare I say, extremely flattering too.” He winked at you.

You gulped the slowly suffocating and growing lump in your throat. “I-I uh..t-thanks, Eddie.”

“Thank you…come on, let’s get out of here. Perhaps we can discuss future art projects for you in the future with yours truly.”

Young Justice Riddler:

If you could say you had a number one fan of your art, it was Edward. You could doodle a tiny smiley face any child could draw and he’d absolutely adore it. He adored your sketches of the teammates, or your landscape studies of different places you guys travel too for the Light.

One day on such a trip, you found yourself at a complete loss. You didn’t feel inspired to draw anything, and you wanted to draw. It always helped pass the time on these trips.

You looked over and saw Eddie busy typing away on his PC. No doubt doing research for this upcoming mission. A lightbulb went off in your head. You quickly started sketching him, your heart every now and then skipping a beat whenever he smiled at his screen. You were thrilled he hasn’t spotted you yet, it gave you all the motivation to get it done as quickly but accurately as possible.

“Y/N? I didn’t know you were in here!”

You looked up and your eyes met warm brown ones. You quickly glance back down at your pad and back at him just to see if they are any more details you needed to add.

“Oh hey, Eddie! Yeah...I-I’ve been in here for a minute.” You chuckled.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” He took a seat next to you.

“Well, because I wanted the chance to draw you!”

“D-Draw me?” He even pointed to himself with his thumb to get double affirmation.

“Yeah! Look!”

Edward took the sketchbook in his hands and his breath was immediately taken away. He saw himself in black and white on the paper, yet…it was how you saw him. You somehow drew the confidence he struggled to find in himself…onto him.

“Is, is this how you picture me?” He asked softly.

“Yes, babe…that’s you.” You smiled. “I’m kind of impressed with myself. I captured your sweet smile I love. I got your eyes just how I like…it’s all you, and everything I adore about you.”

Edward found himself chuckling. "I-I…I love it, you make me look…how I want to look like.."

You put your head on his shoulder. "You already look that way to me."

You kissed his cheek, giggling as his face started to blush.

Telltale Riddler:

God, it was so damn difficult and intimidating to impress him in any and every possible way.

However, you knew Edward had an appreciation for the arts. Thankfully you were artistic, and he seemed to enjoy the little still lives you drew. Giving you the smallest nod or the lowest of satisfied hums.

Well, what was driving you anxious now was how he’d react to this portrait of him you did. You had a major art block and wanted to paint human figures for once. It made sense to paint Edward considering how long you’ve been with him…however predicting his reaction was nerve-wracking.

Would he like it? Would he just give you pity comments but totally roll his eyes at it? He’d probably comment about how you had better things to do with your spare time.

However, you knew he would have questions to what has kept you so busy the past couple of weeks. While he was tinkering away in his hideout. You occasionally reached out periodically but mostly stayed in your apartment. You invited him over for dinner so you can unveil your painting to him.

“So, what was it you wanted to show me?” As soon as dinner was over, Edward didn’t beat around anymore bushes.

“Well, you were asking what was keeping me so busy. I was working on a little project, to surprise you with…” You tried to swallow down the lump of nervousness in your throat and slow down the anxious pacing of your heart.

“F-follow me.” He followed you down the hallway and to your little studio in the room right across from your bedroom.

The painting was covered with a protective thin sheet over it. You went to the side of it and with a quick breath your snatched it off.

It was a mid-waist portrait. He was in his Riddler get-up, the hood was down, but his eye mask was still on. He held his staff in his hand and leaned it against his shoulder.

Edward was speechless. He was hardly ever speechless…so you weren’t sure if that was exactly a good or bad reaction. Eventually the quiet was eating away at you.

“Edward?” You asked, slowly dropping the sheet from your hands.

“I-I-I…” He finds himself flabbergasted. No one’s ever done anything like this for him. The only pictures of him are either from mugshots or wanted posters. Pictures of him were usually videos or images of him in mid-heist.

“This…this is very impressive, Y/N. Is this what kept you busy these past few days?” He was steady staring at his portrait.

“Y-Yes…I wanted to surprise you with something, and I’ve always wanted to try my hand at figures.”

He looked over at you and grinned. “You certainly did that, you surprised me and impressed me. If you ever wish to…draw from real life…feel free to bring your supplies to the hideout. Just as long as you clean up and keep up with them.” He winked.

Hush (DCAU) Riddler:

Hmm…just one more little line here…erase that guideline that was still there.

"Hey, Y/N! What're you drawing this time?"

You had your supplies all lined out on the living room table. You had your artboard in your lap with your sheet of paper. You were drawing while waiting for Edward to come home.

"Oh…just this really handsome person I know. I see him every day and yet I never thought to draw him. It was the perfect way to break out of my art block!"

He was hanging up his suit jacket, hat, and mask while he took in everything you said. Yet it just now registered to him as he started walking towards your makeshift work station.

"W-wait what? You drew me?

"Well I'm glad to know you know it's you." You chuckled.

Edward leaned over the back of the couch and looked over your shoulder.

“Whoa…you weren’t kidding.” He mumbled.

“Why would I kid you? Do you like it?” You leaned your head next to his. You could feel his smile stretch to scrunch his cheeks.

“I-I love it…I look amazing! W-Well I mean..you drew me amazing..I’m still just me..” He chuckled.

You giggled back, turning his head to the side, you leaned in and met his lips with yours. “I love you, and I drew you as I see you. You’re always amazing to me, Eddie.”

He smiled back at you, with the most loving eyes imaginable.

“I can keep drawing you, if you wish. If that’ll make you believe!” You nudged his shoulder with yours.

He laughed. “I don’t know about that but I do know I like the idea of being your “go-to” muse.”

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 2 years

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Bruce with reader who doesn't know he’s Batman. Here’s the sitch: they’re supposed to go on a date, but Bruce forgets and stands her up for the umpteenth time and she gets pissed… (+ a second part for a make up mayhaps?)

When his phone rang, vibrating off the table and onto the floor, Bruce exhaled slowly. "Damn it. Damn it. Damn it." he muttered, raking his fingers through his hair roughly.

"Master Bruce," Alfred said, voice dripping with disapproval, "For a billionaire playboy, you really don't keep track of your day planner."

"Can you-"

"Absolutely," Alfred said, turning on his heel and going to corral Jason and Dick to bed.

And Bruce swallowed hard, mentally preparing for a well-deserved tongue lashing. You weren't a debutante. Content to be arm candy for a wealthy man. You were a self-made woman. A designer, an artist. Smart. Capable. And... kind. But he didn't expect kindness now.

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"So," you say, voice husky from crying, eyes still red, "You do remember where I live."

"Y/N I'm sorry," he said, "I just-"

"Bruce," you say, not opening the door any wider, situating yourself so you could slam it shut if need be, "If there's someone else will you just-"

"There's not," he protested horrified. Your suspicions weren't unfounded but still- the thought of you believing anyone could measure up to you was just- heartbreaking. He hated that he made you cry. That this wasn't the first time you'd gone to bed lonely and worried. "I just- we need to talk."

"I don't-"

"Please," he murmured. "Just let me explain. After that if you never want to see me again- I'll understand."

You look behind you at the clock on the wall and take a step back, "Five minutes, Bruce. I've got a photo shoot in 3 hours."

He stepped inside and watched you fold your arms, shutting the door carefully. "I don't know if-"

"Tick. Tock." You grind out. Losing patience.

And Bruce Wayne, world's greatest detective, panics. "I'm Batman," he blurts out.

"Really?" you snort, "That's the best line of bullshit you could come up with?"

#Batman x reader #Bruce Wayne x reader #Batman #Bruce Wayne #ask answered #anon ask #minors dni

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Oops I almost forgot to request but idm waiting!! could you make an oj haywood x black/fem reader who's a model (and pretty bold lmao) and they meet cus they needed his horses for a photo shoot? idk if that's too specific I don't wanna step on ur toes or anything snfnskfn 😭😭

covergirl | OJ Haywood x black! Reader | October prompts !

A/N: Thank you for your patience! I didn’t forget about this! Now that we’re in my favorite season of the year I decided to add something else to the mix and include this in my October prompts for 2022! It’s a short one but hopefully a good one.

+ Prompt: 6. “Is it just me or did it just get really cold in here?”

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attention was never something you turned away from. You loved it. It was always all eyes on you, you know, like Tupac’s fine ass once said. Ask any of your siblings and cousins growing up, you were the main one who oozed star quality. Sorry. So you took that to your advantage, gaining tumblr fame quite quickly in your tumblr teen girl era and that later brought you to high-end modeling.

The only time your photo shoots were early was if you were overseas and it always ended up eventful. You weren’t much of a morning person but you adjusted once you were fully up. Plus you didn’t enjoy wasting anyone’s time; especially your own. Now that you were back in California, your agents knew to only schedule you for early afternoon shoots. Not to mention that you’ve grown to have insomnia once your career began to take off and a hint of sleep apnea when your body allowed you to disconnect for a few hours.

So sure sleep was a huge question mark when it not only came to modeling but you loved having “me time,” when you weren’t out with your friends.

Letting out a small yawn that you covered with a few of your fingertips, you glanced up at the ceiling for a moment longer as the makeup artist patted the setting powder underneath your eyes then gave you your space.

“Here you go!” A voice chirped shortly afterwards, “looks like I’m right on time too.”

Continuing staring upwards as you lounged on a faux fur multi-colored stool, you spotted a curly haired girl in baggy clothing as she held out a iced tan tea to you. “Heard you enjoy that London fog tea shit, it’s giving clay but to each their own I guess!”

Taking it from the familiar face you smiled around the straw before you sipped your beverage, “Emerald Haywood. Thanks for this, I didn’t know you worked behind the scenes?”

“Oh please, with a face like this? And charisma like mine?! You already know I’m in front of the camera just like your pretty self.” The brown skinned girl winked while you smirked.

“My apologies sis, I should have known.” You stretched, putting a arch in your back while Emerald shamelessly checked you out in your outfit, “what are you doing here?”

“I’m wherever the money is. Just ask your cousin,” Em raised one arm in the air, leaning over slightly as her hips rotated before she continued, “OJ and I had to keep the business running when daddy passed. After our asses got fired from a failure of a previous shoot, I did some research and found out somebody else needed horses. And you so happened to be here.”

“Riiight,” you pointed, “and here I was thinking you gained some sense and became obsessed with me instead of messing around with my cousin.”

Em quirked up a brow, “don’t tempt me with a good time…either way I talked to my therapist and we both agreed that it’s time for me to focus on myself.”

You hummed at that, not saying what you thought on it. You knew Em for a couple of months now, ever since your cousin, who happened to work at a strip club, began bringing em around. They were casual in the beginning—it seemed since your cousin had a issue when it came to dating; either the girls or non-binaries she dated got jealous over her profession/no longer felt comfortable with her line of work, turned out abusive, or decided to start sleeping with their therapist right after putting their relationship on a break.

Nonetheless you kept your mouth shut since your cousin said she would figure it out. So you respected it and you actually liked hanging out with Emerald Haywood. Your energies meshed well together and you hung around the same group of people. She was cool in your eyes minus the whole sleeping with your therapist two days after she called it quits with your cousin…but hey it was none of your business.

“Okay everyone, let’s clean up and get the horse in for the final shots of the day! I want to leave and get fucked up like the rest of you!” The photographer announced.

Pushing off the stool, you continued downing your tea as the assistants on the set removed the stool and large potted flowers out of the way. “That’s great, em. I’m sure it’ll all be worth it in the end.”

“You see the vision.” Em snapped her fingers, “I had no doubt you’d get it.”

“Of course,” you shrugged as another assistant came over to you, suddenly picking at your roots gently before placing a metallic cow-girl hat over your head, “self-love is the best love and whoever you decide to share that with and they understand? It’s even better.”

One of the assistants, Stella, you believed her name was, held out her hand to take the leftover drink before you lightly turned to see a dark skinned man catering to a white horse.

“I think I just found that someone.” You whispered, beginning to strut over to the man and your supposed prop for hopefully the next thirty minutes.

Em titled her head to the side in confusion as she watched you make your way over to her brother. It only took her a second to realize what was going on as you gently began stroking ghost’s fur who swayed his tail in response.

“Who’s the lucky guy?” You asked.

OJ peeked up and over from his side next to the horse and moved to stand in front of; to continue caressing it’s nose. He barely glanced at you as he responded, “this is ghost.”

“I’m not talking about the ghost, handsome.” Your voice was as sultry and light as you patted the horse, arm going up to rest along it’s spine comfortably.

OJ blinked, “oh. I’m just the guy with the horses.”

“No. There’s always more than what meets the eye,” you smiled, “I’m Odette and you are?”

“I’m aware,” OJ had his attention back on the white horse continuing to provide comfort, “your manager told us you go by Detty, that you’re gonna be on your Beyoncé shit and gave us a whole run down of what not to do in your presence. Which I understand boundaries…I just want to let you know that these horses—

“Deserve the same amount of respect as any decent human being,” you said, “I get it. I know a thing or two about horses and bulls. It was my grandfather’s thing. Sure he loved his bulls more than horses but trust me, I won’t hurt him. I’m capable of being gentle.”

That’s when OJ looked at you to see you slightly biting on the corner of your lip. He didn’t know much about you coming into this gig but his sister did. All OJ needed to know was the time, to provide reassurance for whichever horse he thought would be best for this, and the price. He wanted to bring lucky but this photoshoot requires a white horse for whatever reason and Ghost could be a bit finicky at anything lately. He was the last one Otis Sr. Was on when he was attacked so OJ knew that Ghost was going through a bit of PTSD at the moment.

“OJ! Get out the way and let the girl do her thang! Ghost also knows what to do!” Em called out to OJ, who cautiously stepped back as the assistants came over with another stool to help you onto ghost.

However OJ still found himself lingering close by while Em chatted away with others on set. OJ watched you as you carried on so elegantly, in your flowy attire as you seemed to be chatting with the horse here and there every time you shifted to a set poses. It did not take the photographer long to get multiple shots and finally the winning one.

“I think we got it!”

Claps started to surround until you asked; now sitting up from ghost, “you think or do you know? I still think outside for this scene would be better.”

“It’s not the look the magazine was looking for babe. We got the floral backdrop and your gorgeous face, that’s all we need.” The photographer answered, “that’s a wrap everybody!”

OJ watched as you rolled your eyes then shrugged. He moved over back to ghost as the stool was placed down again for you. Carefully you climbed down and moved to stand by ghost’s head. You caressed him once more, “thanks for your time, buddy.”

Everyone slowly began to clear out as you flicked your eyes over to OJ who was actually staring at you this time, “and thank you for lending us ghost…OJ, was it?”

“Mhm,” he dipped his head, “you’re welcome.”

Quickly learning that he wasn’t a man of much words you breathed out a small laugh. Normally most guys that couldn’t hold a conversation you lost interest. However there was something about OJ that made you have a little bit of time.

“What’s the O stand for in your name?”

“…Otis.”

“Odette and Otis.” You let it roll off your tongue, “Look at us sounding like somebodies grandparents. Doesn’t that have a nice ring to it?”

“Sure.”

“I think we could do something big with that.”

“Yeah? Like be somebodies grandparents?” He snorted, picking up that you were flirting with him.

“That and much more.” Your voice lowered as you held OJ’s stare.

The stare down was broken off once the lights suddenly shut off on you two. It only took seconds for a blur of white to fly by your sight followed with the clunking of Ghost’s hooves.

“Aye! Ghost!” OJ watched as the ghost ran around in circles in distress, the brimmed man trying his best to click his tongue to get the horses’ attention.

A side door suddenly opened, giving Ghost the opportunity to rush through it.

“Whoa! What’s wrong with ‘im?” Em asked, shades lowered as she glanced away from her phone.

OJ huffed as he began jogging over to the door which clicked behind the horse. Sighing you began peeling off the boots, wiggling your feet as you let out a yawn again.

“Did he get your number yet? ‘Cause we need to go and get some real food. What y’all had here ain’t enough to feed a damn fish.” Em muttered to you as you made your way over to her.

Before you could respond you listened to the rattling of the door handle that OJ pressed on.

It didn’t appear to be budging.

“The doors stuck.” OJ bluntly stated.

“You mean to tell me you don’t know how to open doors? You just push it!”

“I’m doin’ that!” OJ yelled back, “i’m guessing this is one of those doors that locks behind you.”

Em grimaced after attempting to get it open herself, “ohhh.”

Carrying the boots in one hand and lightly rubbing on your arms with the other, you began looking around the building. It felt much smaller with the lights out and not as comforting.

“Is it just me or did it just get really cold in here?” You asked, eyes wide as your eyes darted around the room.

Footsteps moved to stand beside you. Em tested your realization blowing into the air and found a puff of cloud went towards the air. It was on the tip of her tongue to just brush it off, assuming that the air temperatures increased when no one was around.

However…something felt like it was.

The three of you were quiet, picking up on the sound of something almost spluttering from above. Instantly you were holding your breath and you weren’t sure why as all three pairs of eyes shot up to the ceiling above their heads.

“What the hell—

“I think we should move. Now.” OJ ordered, not liking how that sounded and given what he previously witnessed with shit falling out of the sky with his own father, he knew this didn’t feel or sound right either.

Briefly he touched your elbow, guiding you and Em away from the center of the room to the bathroom door. All three of you crouched down in the doorway, peering out and wondering what that noise was. It sounded as if something was leaning, almost like a electrical tower about to give way to the ground. Not long after, objects came crashing through the ceiling but the most noticeable one…happened to be a traffic light pole along with a camera attached.

The object appeared to be damp from what you could tell in the dark surrounded by other miscellaneous items. Cautiously the three of you made your way by the fallen item with Em kicking at it and OJ peering up at the newfound hole in the ceiling.

“That’s strange.” You spoke, not knowing what to make of this.

Em nodded, “uh huh! Shit’s just falling out the sky for fun lately? This is honestly giving me the heebie jeebies.”

“Ghost.” OJ muttered, “he had to have known…he wouldn’t of just ran off like that if he hadn’t.”

“OJ…let’s not go there.”

“What?” You asked watching as the two shared words with their eyes, “hey, I’m here too! Whatever you’re thinking you can just say it.”

“…it’s nothing,” OJ decided, his eyes meeting yours. He could tell you didn’t believe that and something inside of him wanted to tell you about his dad but he wasn’t fully sure himself. It was a feeling that told him to get everyone out of dodge, “we should find a way out of here—

That’s when that same jammed door slowly creaked open, automatically making you take a step back, hand latching out to yank OJ back by his shirt.

Em already had her taser out, pulled from her crochet cross-body bag. The three of you waited for someone to peek in at you but after at least a minute, no one did.

“Yeah, I don’t know about y’all. But I’m gettin’ the fuck up outta here before these rich condescending folks think we did this mess so!” em chucked up the deuces before she jogged over to the door, crouching down as she had her taser ready.

Once she disappeared behind the door she yelled out to you two, “we’re good! I’ll be in the car, OJ!”

Puffing out a breath, you quickly let go of OJ’s bunched up shirt and returned your hand back to rub at the goosebumps on your forearm.

“I’ll count this as my weirdest day on set and I’ve had a lot of those.” You commented.

OJ hummed as he slowly turned to face you.

“I think it’s about to get weirder around here.” OJ mumbled glancing at the traffic light that fell through the sky, “no I won’t elaborate but I think we should all be careful.”

“Are you saying we just walked into the twilight zone?” You tried to joke but it also fell flat to you.

“I don’t think that was just some miracle.”

“What—never mind you don’t seem like you want to completely share your thoughts with me right now. Which I guess is fine, maybe it aligns with the whole introverted horse-loving tall dark and handsome thing you got going for yourself.” You ranted, “but this isn’t how I imagined the end of the shoot going either so we should head out. I feel like we’re being watched.”

“Okay, covergirl.” OJ nudged his head towards the door, waiting for you to fall into step beside him.

Both of you cautiously stepped outside to California’s humid air, sunny and as if nothing just occurred. Up ahead you could see Em waiting in the passenger side as you and OJ stood in the parking lot.

“On the bright side…I told you so.”

“Told me what, Odette?”

Keeping your arms folded you smiled, “that we’ll be apart of something much bigger together.”

Spinning you began walking backwards digging into your boot to grab your car keys, “you’re not getting rid of your future wife just yet. You and I both sense that by now don’t we? I’ll see you soon won’t I, Otis?”

OJ wasn’t sure how to answer this as he slowly trailed after you. He just shared a experience that was a bit strange with you and here you were trying to turn this into some possible dating adventure? He didn’t know how to take you so he just tipped the brim of his hat which made you scoff out a laugh, fully turning to your expensive car.

He moved to get into his own truck after he took his eyes off the sway of your hips, beside his sister and started the engine, just as the camera on the fallen traffic light flashed in the dark room.

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Continue along with my anthology fall prompts here

#nope x reader #nope 2022 #nope film #nope jordan peele #oj haywood #oj haywood x black! reader #oj haywood x black! f! reader #oj haywood x oc #daniel kaluuya #emerald haywood #em haywood #october prompts #requested #keke palmer

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