#BUT I GOT PUMPED FOR THE DRAMA SO HERE IS ONE TOO

[delicatlueur]

                    julien   has   this   …       claim   …       over   camille   .       and   it’s   wrong   .       god   ,   it’s   all   sorts   of   wrong   .       but   he   charmed   her   away   from   her   ex   once   ,   didn’t   he   ?       so   why   wouldn’t   he   think   he   could   do   it   again   ?       “   so   ,   i   hear   darius   has   emerged   from   his   …       comment   dit - on   ?       ah   ,   yes   ,   hiding   place   ,   ”       mumbles   ,   lips   ghosting   her   neck   ,   barely   touching   ,   breath   warm   on   her   skin   .       he’s   so   damn   confident   ,   so   very   sure   ,   as   fingers   tilt   her   chin   up   ,   up   to   meet   his   gaze   .       “   to   that   ,   i   propose   a   night   out   .       just   you   and   i   .       oh   ,   and   a   horde   of   paparazzi   ,   of   course   .       think   of   the   message   that’ll   send   ,   hmm   ?       it’ll   paint   such   a   vivid   picture   of   where   your   loyalties   truly   lie   .   ”       //       @salvateure

[agustdtown1]

FREE USE | JJK (hcs)

PAIRING: roommate!jungkook x roommate!fem!reader.

SUMMARY: headcanons of what it’d be like to let jungkook use you as much as he pleased.

WC: 1.2k

WARNINGS: mentions of alcohol consumption, free use dynamics, friends/roommates with benefits, unprotected sex, masturbation, mentions of oral sex (male receiving), fucking while doing mundane things, reader and jungkook are very laid back in this one. Grammar mistakes as per usual.

A/N: idk where I was going with this, but I liked the idea so here it is, enjoy!

Masterlist

Your arrangement started as a simple roommates with benefits type of thing.

It sort of naturally happened.

After a long day of working at your nine to five job and Jungkook dealing with some unnecessary family drama, both of you were at your limit.

You two were in need of some good release.

At the time, alcohol looked like the better option. The best remedy for your miserable day; perfect to leave behind all your concerns and numb your mind for a few hours, until you wake up the next day with an unbearable headache.

Neither of you anticipated that what started as a peaceful drinking session, would end up with both of you fucking desperately to the point of almost breaking the sofa.

After Jungkook finally got a taste of you, however, it became an impossible task to keep his distance with you; despite both of you agreeing to that night being just a one-time thing, and never doing anything like that again.

And so his long nights of jacking off to the thought of you started.

Jungkook would make sure that you were peacefully sleeping before pulling his sweats down, slightly teasing himself by feeling his cock through his underwear.

It was so painfully hard and already leaking.

When his own teasing was too much to bear, Jungkook would pull down the last piece of clothing preventing him from feeling his fingers wrapped around his cock.

He’d start at a slow pace, taking his sweet time to build up his release. He knew the best way to tip himself over the edge, but it seemed like after your one night together nothing could make him cum. His avid fingers weren’t so avid on himself anymore. It didn’t give him the same sentiment that you did. His hand was significantly bigger than yours, on top of being rough and calloused due to all the weightlifting he did on the daily.

Jungkook could notice the stark contrast between you and himself.

He remembers so vividly the way your fingers wrapped around his base, squeezing lightly, before you started to pump his dick at a painfully slow pace. He didn’t mind at the time, but in the darkness and loneliness of his room, Jungkook could only beg for his hand to go faster. However, it wasn’t enough. And that’s how the mental image —the memory of your soft lips kissing his tip came to the very front of his mind. It was hard to forget it; the way your tongue wrapped around his dick, the way you swallowed all of him in one go, just to show him that he could be rougher with you, that it was okay for Jungkook to lose all his self control and fuck your throat only like he knew.

Sadly, those nights filled with the most filthy sounds and moans had to stay a secret for a few more weeks.

Before the unthinkable happened.

Truth be told, you were just as needy of Jungkook as he was of you. And maybe that’s the reason you didn’t think too much before suggesting that crazy idea to him.

“So… Friends with benefits?” His question sounded a bit unsure. “Well, should I say roommates with benefits?” You nodded, agreeing while taking a sip of your coffee. “Yeah, if that’s what you wanna call it. I don’t really care about the name, as long as we’re both on the same page and understand what all of this actually is.”

It was so pathetic how fast Jungkook wanted to agree and say yes to whatever deal you had for him, as long as that meant he could have you all the time he wanted.

And so, it became a recurrent occurrence to be found in the sheets of the one and only Jeon Jungkook whenever life became too stressful.

Surprisingly, the guy learned to read your body in a matter of a few days. His rough hands knew what path to follow; how soft or hard the touch of his fingers had to be to get the exact reaction he needed from you. His warm lips always found that perfect spot on your neck that would steal the sweetest of sounds from your mouth. And his dick would always move just the right way to make you see starts.

But no matter how much of your body you would give to Jungkook during the hardest of days, he would always crave more.

And that’s exactly how you found yourself in the current predicament you were in.

Your hands were acting clumsy due to Jungkook’s hard thrusts. The pencil placed in between your fingers was shaking so badly, and your handwriting was so illegible that not even someone with their 20-20 vision could understand what you wrote.

“Slow down a bit, it’s difficult to write while getting fucked.”

“Sorry, sweetheart.”

His pace was turned down a few notches, but it only served to feel him inside you ten times deeper.

You see, your initial arrangement got to the point of fucking at any moment, anywhere, any day. No matter what either of you were doing, if it was important or not, if you had time or were in a hurry; if your bodies were ready for it or got taken by surprise. It became normal for the both of you to use each other at any given moment.

Just like right now, you could be having a peaceful moment studying, cooking or even watching a movie and Jungkook would simply slide down whatever clothes you were wearing and slip inside, enjoying the warmth of your velvety walls.

You got so used to it that you no longer were surprised by his sudden actions. And just like you did, Jungkook also got used to your impromptu appearance in his room when he was playing video games with his friends, watching a movie, or even just listening to music.

There was one time when he was on the phone with his brother and you easily walked in his room, pulled down his pants and started to suck the life out of him. Surprisingly, Jungkook did good in suppressing his moans while speaking to his brother.

There were other times when he would be reading a manga on the couch, and without previous warning you would get on top of him and ride his cock as if it was your last wish. Even maintaining a conversation while fucking was the usual for you both.

“What are you reading?” Your airy voice rang through Jungkook’s ears, making him look up from the manga placed on his hands, before continuing reading. “Jujutsu Kaisen, the one I told you about the other day.”

“Is it the one with that Gojo guy?” Your movements got messier and faster, desperately trying to reach your high. “Is it— fuck, is it any good?”

“Mhm, it became one of my favorites.” He answered, but even if Jungkook tried to keep his voice steady you could tell he was getting there. “You should read it. I have a feeling you’d— fuck, just like that... I have a feeling you’d like it.” You nodded, not really finding your voice to answer due to your rapidly approaching orgasm. It was a matter of a few more thrusts before you were coming undone on top of him.

At any moment, any minute, any day and most importantly anywhere. That’s how it would usually go for you two.

Both of you fell into the routine so easily and neither were ready to let go of it anytime soon.

[blackynsupremacy]

LOST IN YOU

pairing: nicholas chavez x black!reader x cooper koch

summary: as their new co-star on an upcoming project, nicholas and cooper are swiftly captivated by you.

inspo: how them dudes from tvd act around kat graham. also, when actors work with niecy nash.

contains: mostly fluff, cuteness, a bit of suggestiveness, mention of filming an intimate scene, the boys being simps, the boys are lowkey smitten, the boys are clingy, mild swearing, reader is an actress, this can be perceived as platonic or romantic, it’s up to the reader.

taglist: @supaprettyg @austeenbootler @greengoblinswifey @hoffmansgirl @oscarisaackissmykitty @hnch33rios @titsout4nicholas @niteskysx @miguelspvssy @thabiddie23 @venic-bxtch @sheydnni @sabrinasopposite @hopefully-saturn @jkr820 @simply-lovley44

• you were an upcoming actress with a few small roles and obscure movies under your belt, but now it was time for your big break!

• you were casted as the female lead of a psychological romance drama. you know those scenarios of when there’s a little devil and angel on each shoulder? it was based on that concept, but your character is a woman entangled in a sensual, conflicted relationship with the assigned angel and demon that serve as her conscience and her morals are deeply affected.

• you were so pumped when you got the call confirming your role.

• on the first day of the table read, you finally got to meet your opposite co-stars, nicholas chavez and cooper koch.

• nicholas was casted as the demon, while cooper, the angel.

• as a true crime fan, you were geeked as you’ve seen their recent project on netflix.

• and maybe a couple of edits on tiktok, but that’s besides the point.

• you had to contain yourself because they were both so tall and even more handsome in person.

• when you walked in, cooper found you to be absolutely adorable.

• nicholas was a little bashful because he didn’t know you were gonna be a stunna’!

• it was more than just your beauty, your overall vibe was amazing.

• they were so friendly towards you and welcomed you with open arms before the reading starting.

• you studied your character with such precision and once you read the first couple of lines, everyone tuned in as if the scene was rolling in real time.

• you went in.

• you had everyone at the table sold.

• the chemistry was off the chain as you read your lines with nick and cooper, there was an unspoken passion between all three of you.

• after the reading was done, it was time to go home to prepare for another day on set, but the boys caught up with you real quick.

• they obviously complimented you on your work.

• you all got to chatting and it wasn’t too long before they asked for your number and socials.

• when they saw on the gram, they’d put expected nothing less.

• you had some gems!

• of course, they hit like on some photos.

• “dude, is she even real? fuck!” nicholas commented to cooper while gesturing to your vacation photos that you took on the beach.

• they each took a selfie to put as their contact photo and typed their names in your phone.

• from that day forward, they stuck to you like glue everyday on set.

• as soon as you’d clock in, they’re trailing behind you, already asking about your well-being or if you need anything.

• “hey, how’d you sleep?”

• “have you had breakfast? i can get you something if you need.”

• “that bag looks heavy, here let me carry it.”

• or compliments.

• “you look so pretty, y/n.”

• “that outfit looks amazing on you.”

• “i love the way you did your hair.”

• “wow, you’re glowing!”

• girl, your face would be heated, but you always reciprocate the kindness which drives them crazy.

• they crave for when you give them hugs or they offer to hold your hand to guide you to a location on set.

• they find it adorable when you stand on your tip toes to peck them on the cheek or they’d lean down for you to do so.

• if you’re just standing casually next to one of them, he brings his arm around your shoulder to bring you in closer.

• they smell immaculate, so you don’t mind.

• total gentleman they are!

• every door you desire to walk through, they’re already there to open it.

• if it’s cold, a hoodie or blazer is already at your fingertips.

• when you film romantic scenes with them, you can feel that vibe with each of them, whether the cameras are rolling or not.

• you love cooper’s striking hazel eyes. they were soft and sincere.

• nicholas’ gaze was a warm brown, but it could darken or intensify if needed depending on the scene.

• nicholas is a pro at the triangle method. (look it up!)

• you play your role so well, you even get them flustered.

• prolonged eye contact or lingering touches with you during takes results in the most funniest of bloopers, but they eventually compose themselves and get back to work.

• and the kiss scenes…

• oh my god.

• the guys live for those, but they couldn’t be so obvious. cooper did his job and simply complimented your work.

• nicholas could get really into character.

• his kisses were passionate and hungry, it was only supposed to be brief between you, but you laughed a bit because the man couldn’t keep his mouth off of you even after the director said to cut.

• in playful jealousy, cooper teases, “nick, you gotta let her breathe, man!”

• feeling embarrassed, nicholas apologized to which you laughed it off.

• “i guess we were both enjoying it too much!”

• they were both so sincere and gentle during explicit scenes.

• kings of consent.

• “is it okay with you if i do this?”

• “if i’m hurting you, just let me know.”

• “i want us both to feel comfortable.”

• “it’s okay if you’re nervous, do you want a break, so we could start over?”

• they always maintained eye contact, despite your exposed breathtaking figure.

• after the scene was cut, they’d help put your robe on for you.

• the boys wanted to be in every corner of your life.

• your trailer was the chill spot for them!

• they just felt at ease in there.

• they could hang out and talk to you for hours if they could.

• when you sit on the couch with candy or a snack, one of them would lay his head on your lap. you found it so funny and adorable.

• “you smell nice.”

• “feed me?”

• he’s lucky he’s cute enough to eat some.

• they’re vibing to whatever playlist you have on. sza, meg, bey, kendrick, michael, whitney, prince, stevie, or usher. no matter what, they are vibing with it.

• especially old 90s and 2000s r&b.

• they enjoy watching you do your own hair or makeup. they’re impressed by your skill and how you take time to get the right look.

• it smelled like your perfume and hair products, so they were in heaven.

• they are never in their trailer except for when they were called for costumes, hair, and makeup.

• if you were taking a photo of yourself and one of them were walking by, they’re definitely jumping in.

• they like to either wrap an arm around you or like the giants they are, put their chin on your head or shoulder.

• or if you want to do a mini-shoot of yourself to post on social media, trust them to secure those photographer credits in your caption.

• you three have fun on set when you talk them into doing tiktok dances when you have a break.

• you taught them the simple dance challenge to jordan adetunji’s “kehlani”.

• you giggle and point as they spin to the beat as best as they could.

• you were getting so into it that you don’t notice their stares when it’s your turn, their eyes raking your figure.

• after you post it to your tiktok, your followers joke about how lucky you were to work with them and vice versa.

• they even joke about that the boys look so in love with you while you’re dancing in the comments.

• when you put your phone down, they’d take it and leave pictures of themselves on it.

• cute little momentos.

• speaking of pictures, the shoot for the promo was so much fun for you, cooper, and nicholas.

• to finally see your characters come to fruition made this all seem like a dream for you.

• you each did solo photos. then it was you with just nicholas, you with just cooper, and finally with both.

• no matter what pose you did, their eyes lingered. the camera loves you!

• when you each posted it on social media, you all received mostly love from the fans, but of course you’re gonna have a couple of trolls in the comments. you don’t even give them the attention.

• filming had wrapped up and the night of the premiere came. you were dressed to the nine’s in your designer dress. your makeup and hair was so on point that night!

• you, nicholas, and cooper all rode together and they could not stop showering you with compliments!

• they’re such gentlemen. when you get out the car and onto the red carpet, cooper travels in front you and nicholas, behind you for safety reasons.

• when you all pose the cameras, cooper and nicholas widely grin as they each take your hand.

• there’s even a picture circulating with you giggling in between them as they lay a kiss on each side of your cheek.

• when asked about what it’s like to work with you during solo red carpet interviews, they instantly light up at the mention of your name before they sing their praises about your talent, personality, and beauty.

• if you happen to walk by or send them a wave while they’re talking to a reporter, they get distracted and trail off.

• “ah, sorry! what was i saying?”

• the press conferences is where they really show out.

• you always sit in between them, so there’s no conflict over who gets to sit with you.

• nicholas would absentmindedly put his hand on your knee while cooper would put his arm around your chair.

• if it’s your turn to speak, they’re attentively looking and listening. by this point, you’re sort of getting used to their eyes on you.

• their attention to detail is nothing to be played with.

• if a piece of your hair was in the way or you were close to a wardrobe malfunction, they’d fix it instantly.

• or they’d just love to play with your hair or touch you in general.

• cooper was being his usual bubbly self, even more so when you give him a compliment during the conference.

• “stop! you’re literally the sweetest.”

• nicholas usually had a serious, focused expression on his face, but it switches so fast when you place your hand on top of his, give him a compliment, or make him laugh.

• “there goes that smile!” you say, chuckling.

• nicholas opens up about your work relationship.

• “i know that people joke about coop and i being in love with y/n, but can i just tell you that if you had the chance to work with her and get to know her on a personal level—you can’t help, but to fall in love a little bit! i mean, look at her.” nicholas enthusiastically claimed in the microphone gesturing towards you as you bashfully grin, the audience is hooping and hollering at his statement.

• “i can’t say that i disagree, she’s just a product of loveliness. the way she talks, walks, and carries herself says it all.” cooper chimed, turning his beaming face towards yours.

• nicholas speaks again, “it’s crazy because we all hang out all the time on set and even when she has to go off somewhere else, i sorta get sad and i’m just like ‘damnit, i wish i could talk to her for a little bit longer.’ that’s just how cool she is.” the crowd erupts into a chorus of “aw’s”.

• “oh, my goodness. thank you both! it’s always such a pleasure.” you reply with a humbling smile, but on the inside, you were tweaking as they both took your hands.

• butterflies are in your stomach.

• both cooper and nicholas were just adorable in the way they would hype you up.

• they stood right by your side when you were presented with your first emmy and when you gave your speech. you were about to burst into tears.

• cooper had a handkerchief ready and nicholas reassuringly touched your shoulder.

• you were grateful to work with people like them.

[blackenedsnow]

IT'S ME AGAIN. DON'T ASK. Please don't question why I'm here, I only have drama in mind, but I have a desire for action.

Singer!reader with Bodyguard!sss(silver, sonic, shadow) team, Reader, a popular singer, was constantly giving concerts and releasing a new album every year and continuing to be popular, but she had a problem singing and performing constantly and after the concert, her voice was constantly muffled/hoarse this always got worried the bodyguards. Reader also delayed them just saying "don't be that worried about it omg..!" like shes mean girl type, Of course, the triple guards know that and they know her well, so they can't/didn't say much. In fact singing was a strength of hers, the songs she sang hooked/obsessed the people and helped them to love her even more. That's the good thing of her power. The bad thing is, if she sings a violent and scary melody or song, it becomes reality, but she didn't know it..yet.

Suddenly she got shot a few bullets in her chest while singing one of those kind of songs, but she kept singing to hide her pain, then a few minutes later of disaster and massive pain she fell to the ground and fans started or tried to help her but the other mean guards didn't let them as the fans began to curse the mean guards as a massive fight begin around them as the main triple guards came to the concert and tried to help her but she was already dying...the triple guards tried to save her as they failed and she died at the concert.

A star who is popular again after 10 years attracts the attention of 3 guards or not anymore guards they were normal hero hedgehogs again. Silver was the first to notice it, then shadow and sonic noticed too but had she changed much? İ MEAN MUCH. She has red hair, red sun-like pupils and a black tight jumpsuit. She also has a beauty mark below her right eye. After 3 hedgehogs tried and managed to get her attention at the concert, she suddenly stopped the concert and wanted to meet privately with 3 hedgehogs.

After entering her own private room she sneeringly smiled and looked at them as they really thought she was a dead popstar but she was faking her dead the whole time trying to recreate her singing power as she began to explain more and answered their question.

I leave you the back questions and the made-up story, You can say anything you want about why she's been acting dead so far..

take care of yourself! ⭐

voice of power

WARNING: Mentions of violence and injury, faked death

PAIRING: Sonic the Hedgehog x (Fem) Singer! Reader, Shadow the Hedgehog x (Fem) Singer! Reader, Silver the Hedgehog x (Fem) Singer! Reader,

NOTE: Hey there! I’m always excited to hear your ideas and write what inspires you! I’m here for it all. :)

SUMMARY: You’re a powerful, world-famous singer with a voice that captivates and obsesses the masses, backed by an elite team of bodyguards: Sonic, Shadow, and Silver. But behind the glamour and success, there’s a price to pay.

The lights dimmed as you took center stage, basking in the deafening roar of the crowd. Their cheers, a familiar symphony of adoration, pumped through your veins like electricity. You flashed a confident smile as you gripped the microphone, your voice effortlessly weaving through the melody. Song after song, you captivated them, holding their hearts in the palm of your hand.

You were a sensation—a force of nature in the music world. No matter how many concerts you performed or albums you released, your popularity never waned. But tonight, like every other performance, the price for your talent was clear by the end.

As the final note echoed through the stadium, your voice, once powerful and sharp, had turned raspy and hoarse. You barely managed a breathy "thank you" before retreating backstage, leaving the crowd chanting your name in blissful ignorance of the strain you were under.

But your bodyguards? They knew.

Sonic was the first to greet you behind the curtain, his usual energetic smile slightly faltering when he saw the exhaustion on your face. “Another great show, huh?”

“Yeah, yeah,” you waved him off, your tone sharp but dismissive. “It’s nothing I can’t handle.”

Silver and Shadow joined moments later, their expressions a little less carefree. Silver, always the worrier, frowned. “Are you sure you’re okay? Your voice—”

“It’s fine!” you snapped, rolling your eyes. “God, you guys worry too much. It’s just hoarse. Don’t be so dramatic.”

Shadow, standing a bit farther back, crossed his arms, his red eyes studying you in silence. He, more than the others, had learned not to push you when you were like this. It was your way of coping after all.

Sonic glanced at Shadow, but he didn’t argue. He knew better, too. You were their responsibility, yes, but they’d learned over time how to navigate your prickly exterior. Still, the hoarseness in your voice was becoming too common to ignore, and they all knew it.

“You’ve been doing this a lot lately,” Silver muttered, glancing at the others for support. “We’re just… worried.”

You sighed dramatically, grabbing a bottle of water and taking a long sip. “Well, stop worrying. I’m fine. You guys need to chill.”

There it was—that edge in your voice, the cool dismissal. You weren’t cruel, not really, but you had a way of pushing them back whenever they got too close. You’d built walls to keep them from prying into things you didn’t want to talk about—like how drained you felt after every concert, or how your throat burned after singing. They weren’t allowed to worry about you, not if you had any say in it.

But deep down, they couldn’t help it. Because they knew you—better than anyone else.

Still, they held back, even as concern tugged at them. This was your routine. After every show, your voice would be rough, and after every show, you’d tell them not to worry. But as your bodyguards, they couldn’t just ignore it.

Sonic, Silver, and Shadow exchanged glances, silently agreeing to let it go for now. You were strong, and they respected that, but they’d seen enough to know when something wasn’t right.

“You’ve got more performances coming up,” Sonic said after a moment, rubbing the back of his head. “Just… don’t overdo it, alright?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m not some fragile little flower, you know,” you replied, shrugging him off as you slung your bag over your shoulder. “I’ve got this under control.”

But they couldn’t shake the feeling that something was building, something you didn’t even realize. After all, they knew you weren’t just any singer. There was something different about you—something powerful about your voice that went beyond just captivating an audience.

And they feared that you might be playing with something you didn’t fully understand.

A few nights later, this specific night seemed perfect—just like every other concert. You were on stage, the crowd hanging on your every word, every note, just like always. The lights were bright, the music loud, and your voice—though a little strained—still commanded the room. But something felt different tonight.

The song you were performing wasn’t like your usual set. This one had a darker edge, a haunting melody that throbbed through the venue like a heartbeat. Your fans didn’t seem to mind, though. They were just as entranced as always, singing along, their faces lit with adoration.

But then, something snapped.

The first shot hit your chest before you even realized what was happening.

Pain. Sharp and all-consuming. It ripped through you, but you didn’t stop singing. You couldn’t. Your voice was your armor, your strength, and no matter what was happening, you couldn’t let the audience see you in pain. So you kept singing, your voice now layered with a hidden agony that none of them could sense—yet.

Another bullet. And another.

Your breath hitched, but the notes kept coming, your body trembling with the effort. The stage lights blurred in your vision, the sound of your voice fading under the roaring in your ears. You couldn’t stop. Not now. Not when all eyes were on you.

But the pain was unbearable.

It felt like your chest was on fire, the bullets lodged deep, your body betraying you. You clutched the microphone tighter, leaning into it for support as your legs began to give out. You didn’t care if it hurt. You didn’t care if—

Your knees buckled. The microphone slipped from your hand, and in a heartbeat, you hit the ground.

The crowd screamed.

Chaos erupted as the fans surged forward, trying to help you, but the security guards—a rougher, meaner bunch hired for the event—blocked their way, shoving people back. “Stay back!” they barked, their voices cold and unfeeling, as if they didn’t care that you were lying there, bleeding out in front of thousands of people.

The fans shouted, some of them screaming your name, others cursing the guards. Fists flew, and soon a full-blown riot broke out. The guards pushed back harder, forming a barrier around you as the concert dissolved into madness.

But you could barely see it anymore.

The pain was overwhelming, blurring the edges of your vision as blood pooled beneath you. The world spun, and your breath came in shallow gasps. The sounds around you—shouts, screams, the clashing of bodies—faded into the background.

Suddenly, through the haze, you saw them. Sonic, Shadow, and Silver were pushing through the chaos, their eyes locked on you. They moved fast, faster than you’d ever seen them, but it didn’t matter. You knew it was too late.

By the time they reached you, your chest was heaving, every breath a struggle. Sonic dropped to his knees beside you, his usual smile nowhere to be found. “Hey… hey, we’re here. You’re gonna be okay,” he said, though his voice wavered.

Shadow was already checking your wounds, his expression grim, while Silver hovered nearby, panic clear in his wide eyes.

But you knew. You could feel the life draining out of you, the strength that had always been there slipping through your fingers. You tried to speak, tried to tell them something—anything—but your voice was gone, replaced by a weak gurgle.

It was too late.

The world was already fading, the pain dulling as your body went cold. You could feel yourself slipping away, the noise of the concert—of the chaos—growing distant.

And then… just like that, you were gone.

Ten years had passed since the tragic night when your life was cut short on stage. The music world had mourned, and your three former bodyguards—Sonic, Shadow, and Silver—had each gone back to their roles as heroes. They tried to move on, but losing you had left a mark on each of them, a wound that never fully healed.

That was why, when Silver saw you again, standing under the bright lights of a new concert stage, his heart nearly stopped.

It wasn’t just the resemblance—it was you. He knew it, deep in his gut, despite the changes. You were different, transformed, but still undeniably you.

“Is that—” Silver muttered, wide-eyed, as he stared at the screen showing the concert.

Shadow, sitting nearby, followed Silver’s gaze. His eyes narrowed as he focused on the screen, a flicker of recognition flashing in his sharp red eyes. “It can’t be…”

But it was. Sonic, who had just walked into the room, caught sight of the broadcast and froze. “No way…” His usual carefree tone was gone, replaced by shock.

The three of them stared at the screen, watching in stunned silence as you moved across the stage, your presence commanding as always, but now with an even more magnetic pull. You hadn’t just changed physically—you were more powerful, more captivating than ever.

“I thought she was dead,” Sonic whispered, his voice barely audible.

Silver was the first to move, grabbing his jacket and heading for the door. “We need to get to that concert.”

Shadow and Sonic exchanged a glance before following. They didn’t know how it was possible, but if you were back, they needed answers. And more than anything, they needed to see you again.

At the concert venue, the crowd was mesmerized by your performance. Every note you sang seemed to wrap around their minds, drawing them in deeper with every passing second. But your attention wasn’t on the audience—it was on the three familiar faces you’d spotted in the crowd.

Silver. Shadow. Sonic.

It had been years since you’d seen them, but the moment their eyes met yours, you knew it was time. You couldn’t continue the charade any longer.

Without warning, you stopped mid-song. The band fell silent, and the audience, confused and murmuring, watched as you raised a hand to signal the end of the concert.

“I want to meet three people,” you announced, your voice echoing through the venue. “Backstage. Now.”

The crowd erupted in whispers, confused but curious. The three hedgehogs were just as surprised, but they didn’t hesitate. Guided by a mix of disbelief and anticipation, they made their way backstage.

Once inside the privacy of your room, the atmosphere grew heavier. You leaned against the back of a lavish chair, your sun-like eyes gleaming with amusement as you looked over the three hedgehogs before you. For years, they had believed you were dead. The memory of that night, the blood, the chaos—it had been seared into their minds. And now here you stood, alive, and more powerful than ever.

A sneering smile curled at your lips as you crossed your arms, eyes flicking between them. “You really thought I was dead, huh?” You chuckled darkly. “You have no idea.”

Sonic’s fists clenched at his sides, confusion and shock flashing in his emerald eyes. “You died. We saw it happen. How… how are you standing here like nothing happened?”

Silver was quieter, still processing, while Shadow’s sharp gaze hadn’t left your face, his body rigid with tension as he waited for an explanation.

You straightened up, pushing off the chair and taking a slow step forward, your voice turning cold and calculated. “It was all a lie. Every single bit of it. I faked my death that night on stage.”

The silence that followed was suffocating. None of them spoke for a long moment, the weight of your words hanging in the air.

“Why?” Shadow asked, his voice low, almost growling. His red eyes were locked onto yours, demanding an answer.

You smiled again, this time more bitter than amused. “Because I had to. That night, when those bullets hit me, I realized something. My voice… it wasn’t just a talent. It was a weapon. A power. And I didn’t understand how to control it.” You took a deep breath, letting the gravity of your words sink in. “Every song I sang, every note I hit, could change the world around me. If I sang a sad song, the people listening would become depressed. If I sang something violent…”

Sonic flinched at the memory, recalling how the audience had descended into chaos after you were shot.

“I could have caused a disaster,” you continued, pacing slowly as you spoke. “That’s what was happening the night I ‘died.’ The bullets, the riot—it wasn’t just bad luck. It was me. My voice made it happen. I sang a violent song, and it became reality.”

Silver’s eyes widened, piecing things together. “So… you faked your death to stop it? To stop hurting people?”

You nodded. “Yes. After that night, I knew I wasn’t safe to be around anyone. My powers were too unstable, too dangerous. I couldn’t risk more people getting hurt. So I disappeared. For ten years, I’ve been hiding, working on controlling my abilities, on recreating them in a way that I can harness them—without all the chaos.”

Sonic’s face was twisted with a mix of emotions, hurt and anger mixing together. “Why didn’t you tell us? We could’ve helped you. We thought you were gone forever!”

You looked away for a moment, guilt flickering across your features before hardening again. “Because I didn’t need your help. I needed time. Alone. You wouldn’t have understood what I was trying to do. I had to figure it out on my own.”

Shadow, silent until now, stepped forward, his voice steely. “And now? What’s changed? You’ve revealed yourself again. Why?”

Your lips curled into a dark smile once more, your red eyes glowing as you met his gaze. “Because I’ve perfected it. I’ve mastered my voice. I’ve become more powerful than ever before. And now… it’s time for me to reclaim the world I left behind. I’m not the same popstar you used to protect. I’m something more.”

Silver frowned, his voice quiet but filled with concern. “But what about the danger? What if it happens again?”

You tilted your head slightly, your smile fading as you looked at him. “That’s the thing, Silver. It won’t happen again. Because now, I’m in control. I can decide who lives, who loves, who fights… and who dies.”

The room fell silent again, the weight of your words sinking in. You were no longer the person they once knew. You were something far more dangerous—and far more powerful.

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A blu-ray preorder special edition for Beyond the Period came with a special drama extra. So here's my fan translation of that.

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Yotsuba Tamaki: Ummm, did it start recording?

Rokuya Nagi: Perfectly.

Yotsuba Tamaki: Alright! Let’s go.

Rokuya Nagi: Ok.

Yotsuba Tamaki: Ready, and-!

Both: Charge! Beyond the Green Room!

Rokuya Nagi: Shortened to,

Yotsuba Tamaki: BtGR! [1] Umm, this movie is a dream live show called Beyond the Period featuring us from the four groups IDOLiSH7, TRIGGER, Re:vale, and ZOOL, for a total of 16 idols. 

Rokuya Nagi: Before the Day 2 performance today, IDOLiSH7 is bringing you a look into the different green rooms.

Yotsuba Tamaki: We, IDOLiSH7, told the staff we wanted to do this project, and they suddenly gave us the OK. Isn’t that awesome?

Rokuya Nagi: We wanted to share with you all of the details of what’s going on behind the scenes between rehearsal and the live show. 

Yotsuba Tamaki: We’re using the cameras on our smartphones, and behind us you can see the dancers in the hallway. You guys good?

Rokuya Nagi: They’re waving to the camera for us. Oh! Tamaki, what were you just eating?

Yotsuba Tamaki: [through a mouthful] Fancy seedless grapes from the refreshment corner

Rokuya Nagi: Oh, the gifts from Re:vale. In one corner of the hallway, there are many refreshments like this that we’ve received from everyone involved lined up.

Yotsuba Tamaki: Pudding and other things that need to be chilled are in the fridge. Amazing, right? There’s plenty of fruit and sweets and drinks, too. Over here, we also-

Rokuya Nagi: Tamaki. I think that’s enough. This is turning into Charge! Beyond the Refreshments.

Yotsuba Tamaki: Sorry, sorry! Ok, now let’s move on to the main segments, yeah?

Rokuya Nagi: Then let’s start with this group’s green room. Hello~!

Both: BtGR!

Isumi Haruka: You took so long!

Yotsuba Tamaki: Isumin!

Rokuya Nagi: Did you go out of your way to wait for us?

Isumi Haruka: I didn’t go out of my way. You were making a racket in the hallway without making any progress so I was just checking on you.

Natsume Minami: Isumi-san, most people would say they were waiting especially for them. 

Isumi Haruka: I dunno about most people, but whatever, I’m not saying that. 

Rokuya Nagi: With that, Tamaki and I will introduce you to ZOOL’s room!

Yotsuba Tamaki: Here, Isumin, Minami, wave to the camera.

Natsume Minami: Hello, let’s enjoy our time together until Day 2 starts. You’re really recording this on your own smartphone, aren’t you. 

Rokuya Nagi: Yes! We decided it would make it look more natural. 

Yotsuba Tamaki: Hey, Isumin.

Isumi Haruka: I’m not waving.

Natsume Minami: Isumi-san…

Isumi Haruka: Just waving is boring. What the people watching this really want… is this, right?

Yotsuba Tamaki: Huh? Are you pinching something with your fingers?

Rokuya Nagi: Oh? But you’re not holding anything.

Isumi Haruka: I’m not pinching anything! It’s a finger heart! You guys even did this too for fan service, how do you not recognise it?

Rokuya Nagi: Amazing! Isumin’s fan service…

Natsume Minami: After receiving so much energy from everyone yesterday during Day 1, we talked about how it would be good to return the favor with fan service. Right, Mido-san, Inumaru-san?

Inumaru Touma: [quietly] Got it. You really went for an offer I couldn’t refuse, huh. 

Mido Torao: Yes. Let’s pump it up with your power. I’m looking forward to it. 

Inumaru Touma: Leave it to m-uwah! Rokuya, Yotsuba, when did you get here?!

Isumi Haruka: A bit ago. But Marucchi, aren’t you a bit too surprised? What were you and Toracchi talking about?

Mido Torao: Ah, Touma was just-

Inumaru Touma: Stop! Don’t say that here!

Mido Torao: Well why not? You’re just-

Inumaru Touma: Shut up! If Haru and everyone find out, we’ll be teased like idiots!

Yotsuba Tamaki: Huh? What are you talking about?

Natsume Minami: I wonder…

Inumaru Touma: Maybe or maybe not, but probably. But this time I’ll get these shredded

Isumi Haruka: Shredded?

Yotsuba Tamaki: Marucchi, were you cooking during the live show?

Isumi Haruka: Cooking during the show?!

Inumaru Touma: No, it’s not like that-

Natsume Minami: Live cooking, hm? Serving meat roasted in scorching magma on top of shredded cabbage with ZOOL’s love. 

Mido Torao: It’s stimulating not only the visual and auditory senses of our fans, but also their olfactory senses.  Okay, now above the live show-

Inumaru Touma: Are you an idiot? No way we can do that.  I more or less know what we were talking about but, what kind of trauma are you trying to start?  

Mido Torao: I’m joking, I’m joking. If you’re feeling nervous, I thought I should hype you up

Inumaru Touma: No way, I just gotta make my mind up.

Isumi Haruka: Seriously, what the hell are you talking about?

Yotsuba Tamaki: Good luck, Marucchi. I don’t really get what’s going on, but I’ll cheer you on from the wings!

Rokuya Nagi: Me, too. Everyone on the other side of the camera and sitting in the audience will also be looking forward to see what Inumaru-shi cooks up-

Inumaru Touma: Support all four of us in ZOOL, okay?!

Natsume Minami: I look forward to seeing you from on stage.

Isumi Haruka: See ya.

Mido Torao: Spend an unforgettable day with us. 

Rokuya Nagi: Now, let’s introduce you to the next green room!

Yotsuba Tamaki: Iorin, Yama-san, Sou-chan! 

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Osaka Sogo: Tamaki-kun, Nagi-kun, thanks for the hand-off.

Izumi Iori: As he indicated, the next green room charge will be led by myself, Nikaido-san, and Osaka-san. 

Nikaido Yamato: Now, who could we be visiting? Let’s do this~ Huh? It isn’t opening. Excuse me, it’s BtGR time. Re:vale, can you two hear me? Ah, sorry, I spoiled who’s inside. 

Izumi Iori: It was unavoidable in this situation. But I wonder why the door isn’t opening.

Osaka Sogo: They should have expected we would be coming for the Charge.

Nikaido Yamato: They should but…

Momo: Yamato! Sogo! Iori!

Nikaido Yamato: Momo-san, what’s going on? Why is the door-

Momo: It won’t open!

Yamato, Sogo, Iori: Huh?!

Nikaido Yamato: By won’t open you mean…

Izumi Iori: Why so suddenly?

Momo: I guess the lock broke but it suddenly stopped working halfway through. Ah, Darling!

Izumi Iori: What happened? Did something happen to Yuki-san?

Yuki: It hurts….

Momo: Darling, are you okay?! Darling! Someone! Help! Someone please help us!

Izumi Iori: This is bad. Nikaido-san, hurry and tell the staff-

 Nikaido Yamato: No, no, this is clearly a prank

Osaka Sogo: Out of the way!

Nikaido Yamato: Sou?! What have you got-

Osaka Sogo: I borrowed some tools from the staff. It’s okay, I’ve removed a door once before.

Momo: Ah, the door!?

Osaka Sogo: Don’t worry. I’ll get you two out of there in no time.

Nikaido Yamato: Wait, Sou, you don’t need to go that far…

Osaka Sogo: What are you saying? Yuki-san is in danger. I have to remove it right away.

Momo: Wait, wait! Don’t remove it! I’ll open it! I’ll open it!!!

[a moment later]

Momo/Yuki: We're sorry.

Osaka Sogo: Please stop that. I can’t have Re:vale, whom I respect, sitting in seiza. If you must sit, please sit on top of me. Here!

Yuki: Are you sure? Well, okay…huh, your butt is surprisingly soft. 

Osaka Sogo: I’m honored to receive such a compliment. 

Momo: Don’t actually sit on him!

Yuki: Momo, Would you like to sit, too? There’s half a butt left for you.

Osaka Sogo: Please go ahead, Momo-san.

Momo: Ah, really? Then just for a bit…wow, it really is soft! 

Nikaido Yamato: Don’t freaking sit on him, you two! 

Izumi Iori: All three of you, please stand up. At any rate, it’s a good thing nothing happened to Re:vale. 

Momo: Sorry. When I heard you three were doing the BtGR I thought I just had to do a fun prank…

Nikaido Yamato: Do you have to always have to do a prank? And there must have been a million other things you could’ve done that would’ve been quieter

Yuki: But I wanted to see Yamato-kun freak out. Right, Momo?

Momo: Right, Yuki.

Nikaido Yamato: There was no need to panic, though. It was obvious you two were up to something. 

Osaka Sogo: I’m sorry I didn’t see through such an obvious prank. 

Nikaido Yamato: No, that’s not what I meant.

Yuki: You don’t need to apologize, Sogo-kun. If this wasn’t a prank, you definitely would have saved our lives. Thank you. 

Osaka Sogo: That’s… I would without hesitation.

Izumi Iori: That aside, Re:vale really likes surprises, don’t you. There was that other time you tricked us before a recording, too. 

Nikaido Yamato: It’s just like Re:vale not to feel nervous even on days like this. 

Yuki: To that I say Yamato-kun is too stiff. You could relax a bit more.

Nikaido Yamato: Haa?

Osaka Sogo: In other words, you surprised us in order to calm our nerves? Re:vale is amazing…

Momo: Exactly. This one was mostly Yuki’s idea. 

Yuki: If we, the most senior idols, did something like this, everyone else would feel a little more at ease, right?

Momo: My darling is way too ikemen! I want to show this thrilling moment to everyone in the audience right away!

Izumi Iori: Right away?

Momo: When I talk with Yuki, every minute and every second I think, my darling is unbelievable. It makes me want to tell everyone, you know?

Nikaido Yamato: You’re reminding me of Sou when he brags about how much Tama’s grown. 

Osaka Sogo: Me? Really?

Izumi Iori: That’s something you don’t really notice when you do it yourself, isn’t it. 

Yuki: But, Iori-kun is the same way when it comes to talking about Riku-kun.

Izumi Iori: Huh?

Yuki: Huh?

Izumi Iori: Huh?

Yuki: Oh right, I thought of a way to share the thrill Momo gets from me with everyone.

Izumi Iori: Wai- Yuki-san, what does that mean?

Momo: [overlapping] What, what? What kind of way?

Yuki: It’s a secret for now.

Izumi Iori: Wait, I just said-

Momo: What do I do~? Ikemen darling made an appearance! So that means everyone in the audience, be prepared for a surprise from Yuki today!

Yuki: That’s it for Re:vale’s green room. 

Momo/Yuki: Bye bye!

Izumi Iori: But what did you mean by “the same way?!”

Nikaido Yamato: That’s just how Yuki is.

Osaka Sogo: Ah, to the next green room! Mitsuki-san! Riku-kun!

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Izumi Mitsuki: Alright! Sogo, Iori, Yamato-san, thanks for the hand-off. 

Nanase Riku: Next, Mitsuki and I will be charging into TRIGGER’s green room.

Izumi Mitsuki: Alright then, without delay, Charge!

Nanase Riku: : BtGR!

Yaotome Gaku: Ah, well done you two.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Welcome.

Kujo Tenn: Thanks for coming.

Mitsuki/Riku: Thanks for having us.

Izumi Mitsuki: Jumping into it, how was yesterday’s Day 1?

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: It was so exciting! It was really so much fun, and multiple times I found myself wishing it would never end. 

Yaotome Gaku: On top of that, Day 2 will be exciting in a whole new way.

Kujo Tenn: That’s right. I’ll be counting on you again today for Incomplete Ruler, Nanase-san. 

Nanase Riku: Of course, Tenn-ni- Kujo-san. Same to you!

Yaotome Gaku: I’m looking forward to another fiery masturi from you two. 

Kujo Tenn: Is Incomplete Ruler a fiery masturi?

Yaotome Gaku: In terms of the energy! You’ve gotta be intense enough to blow the snow away and vaporize it! It’s a live show! Right, Nanase?

Nanase Riku: Yes, plus it’s a duet with Kujo-san!

Yaotome Gaku: So a matsuri.

Nanase Riku: It’s a matsuri. 

Kujo Tenn: Nanase-san is being kind. Sorry for Gaku making you go along with him. Although, with him that would be a different song. 

Nanase Riku: It really would…

Izumi Mitsuki: That reminds me, Yaotome is always in matsuri mode. I noticed yesterday during the MC. 

Yaotome Gaku: Do I really say it that often? 

Kujo Tenn: You do.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Especially during live shows, yeah. 

Yaotome Gaku: Well yeah, because a show is a matsuri, isn’t it?

Kujo Tenn: But Incomplete Ruler isn’t a matsuri.

Yaotome Gaku: Then what is it? A festival?

Izumi Mitsuki: Why are you breaking out the loan word? [2]

Yaotome Gaku: Because that’s not a matsuri.

Kujo Tenn: Festival means the same thing, though.

Nanase Riku: I get what you mean, though. Being in katakana gives it a more stylish image.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: I see! Just like how a stylish person might say trousers instead of pants.

Nanase Riku: Exactly!

Izumi Mitsuki: Is that really the same?

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: So if it’s different depending on the song, which would Daybreak Interlude be? 

Yaotome Gaku: Well that would be a matsuri.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: What about Crescent Rise? 

Yaotome Gaku: Hmm, I’m not sure but since it’s a song from a musical, it might be a festival.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: In that case, what about Last Dimension? 

Yaotome Gaku: Let me think… 

Yaotome Gaku: A matsuri. Kujo Tenn: [simultaneously] Isn’t it a festival? 

Tenn/Gaku: Eh?

Kujo Tenn: No, Last Dimension would be a festival. It’s also a song from a musical. 

Yaotome Gaku: No, it’s a matsuri. The theme is fiery.

Kujo Tenn: Even though you said Crescent Rise was a festival? 

Yaotome Gaku: It’s not like it’s a festival just because it’s a song from a musical. 

Kujo Tenn: What the heck, I don’t understand your logic.

Yaotome Gaku: I said it was a matsuri!

Kujo Tenn: A festival! [arguing continues in background]

Izumi Mitsuki: They got into an argument right before the show…

Nanase Riku: What should we do? If TRIGGER’s performance is affected by our charge on their green room…

Izumi Mitsuki: It’ll be fine. This kind of thing happens to us everyday, right?

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Right, don’t worry about it and watch this. Hey you two, calm down. Take a moment, how about a carnival?

Tenn/Gaku: That’s not it.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: See? In perfect sync.

Nanase Riku: I should have known, Tsunashi-san!

Izumi Mitsuki: To even say it in the same breath is impressive coordination. And I think carnival is good, too. 

Kujo Tenn: Excuse us for getting into a sudden debate in front of you. 

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: You could say that’s Tenn’s and Gaku’s fiery passion coming out. 

Kujo Tenn: I’m extremely reluctant to admit this but...

Yaotome Gaku: Hey.

Kujo Tenn: But it’s true that this heated exchange of opinions may just be the warm-up for today’s Day 2.  Actually, it may be one of the requirements.

Yaotome Gaku: Tenn… Alright, let’s keep going all out for Day 2, too!

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Burning with all we’ve got, right?

Nanase Riku: We’ll give it our all, too.

Izumi Mitsuki: Alright, changing to the last scene for our Charge! Beyond the Green Room for this segment.

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Nanase Riku: Manager, are you filming, are you filming? Thanks!

Momo: Okay, everybody line up! Is everyone here?

All: Yes

Momo: Then before our performance, I’d like to hear some words from my King of Darlings. 

Yuki: Hello, I've been given the title of the King of Darlings, also known as Yuki from Re:vale

[laughter]

Yuki: Now, we can celebrate safely reaching Day 2 of this miraculous live show with 16 people. We have to go beyond. Beyond the invisible wall between the audience seats and the stage.  Beyond the large or small shackles within each of us. Beyond the period called today. In order to make the miracle that lies ahead of us happen again, this show is the first step towards our goal.  In order to cross paths with everyone here tonight once again, let’s give it all we’ve got!

All: Yeah!

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[1] They shorted it to Beyo-控 (the first part of green room). So a similar way of shortening it is to abbreviate it.

[2] "Matsuri" is of course a Japanese word meaning festival. "Festival" has been adopted as a loan word, so it's pronounced similarly and written in katakana. A few lines later, "carnival" is used the same way - pronounced similarly and written in katakana.

Thanks to Snowpuff for proofing, any remaining mistakes are my own. We are not professionals and aren't associated with the series in any official capacity.

[otomehonyaku]

DIABOLIK LOVERS Haunted Dark Bridal ☽ Anime Kuji Prize B Drama CD 2 Translation ☽ Teddy in the Pool (Kanato, Laito, Subaru)

Original title: Teddy in the Pool Voiced by Kaji Yūki (Kanato), Hirakawa Daisuke (Laito), Kondō Takashi (Subaru) English translation by @otomehonyaku Click here for the audio (special thanks to @uzi-boozii for providing the audio!)

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This is the second to last CD from @uzi-boozii's rare untranslated drama CD playlist! It's a nice and short one, and it features plenty of brotherly banter between two of the triplets and the Sakamaki's youngest ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡ Subaru is actually way too sweet aw... I hope you enjoy listening and reading along!

Please do not reuse or post my translations elsewhere or translate my work into other languages without my permission.

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00:00 Subaru: Ugh, shit’s wearing me out… Why do I have to do homework on a day off? But repeating a year—like a certain someone in this house—would suck just as much… Oh? 

[Subaru notices the sound of air being pumped into something.]

Laito: C’mon, Kanato, you were the one who brought it up. You do it!

Kanato: I refuse. Why should I do such a thing?

Laito: Oh, don’t knock it ‘til you try it! Just step on it with your foot.

Kanato: I told you I won’t do it.

Laito: It’s alright, come on!

Subaru: Laito and Kanato? What’re they doin’?

Laito: Oh, it’s Subaru!

Kanato: You came at the perfect time, Subaru.

Subaru: Ah? The perfect time? What’re you doing? Huh? What’s that floppy thing by your feet?

Laito: It’s an inflatable pool.

Subaru: What?

Laito: I told you, it’s an inflatable pool!

Kanato: Are you deaf, Subaru? Heh. I feel bad for him. Don’t you, Teddy? Or his brain is just incapable of understanding simple sentences. Hehe.

Subaru: Hey, you know I can hear you. Really, though. Why’re you inflating it?

Laito: I was looking for something in my closet and I just happened to find it. And then Kanato was like, “It would be perfect for Teddy to play in.” So that’s why I’m inflating it right now.

Kanato: Teddy sometimes tells me he’d like to play in a pool. So, Subaru—please help inflate it.

02:05 Subaru: Alright, alright. Wait, what?! Why me?

Laito: Nice one, Kanato! Here, Subaru. Step on the pedal.

Subaru: Huh?! Why should I? He’s the one who wants to play with his teddy bear.

Kanato: Teddy… Subaru is saying such mean things. Why are you all bullying me?

[Kanato starts crying.]

Laito: Ah, Kanato started crying. Well, that was to be expected. Subaru, help your brother out!

Subaru: Hey, what the fuck? I’ve got nothing to do with this.

Laito: You do, actually. You’re the one who made Kanato cry, after all.

Subaru: That’s… He’s fake crying like he always does.

Kanato: Teddy… was looking forward to going in the pool so much… And now he won’t even get to know what it’s like because of Subaru.

Subaru: God damn it, you assholes… 

Laito: C’mon now, don’t get angry and start pumping, Subaru!

Subaru: Who gives you the right—!

Kanato: You wanted to play in the pool so badly, didn’t you, Teddy?

Laito: He’ll quiet down too if you just help inflating the pool. Just try!

Subaru: Ugh… 

[Subaru reluctantly starts pumping.]

Subaru: Is this alright?

Laito: Yeah, yeah! Keep going like that! You can do it! It’s pretty cute that you’re swayed so easily, Subaru.

Kanato: Life must be a breeze for someone so simple-minded.

Subaru: What? D’you say something?

Laito: Nothing at all!

04:21 [Subaru has finished inflating the pool. He’s a little out of breath.]

Laito: Great job! Now, we just have to fill it with water.

Subaru: What?! Hey, wait a second. You’re not going to fill it with water here, are you?

Laito: Huh? We are.

Subaru: This is the living room. If the water goes everywhere—

Kanato: Going into an inflatable pool outside is unthinkable. Wouldn’t you feel bad for Teddy?

Subaru: Isn’t it pretty unthinkable to play in a pool with your fucking plushie? Everything'll get soaked if you do it here. Reiji would lose his goddamn mind, which would be even more troublesome.

Kanato: That means we’ll just not have to spill anything.

Laito: Even if you only spill a little, it’s probably fine. Hey, Subaru. Do you know where the water hose is?

Subaru: Tch. Whatever happens is none of my business.

[Subaru goes off to find the water hose.]

Laito: Hmm… Subaru is so pliable that it actually worries me a little.

Kanato: I don’t particularly like Subaru. Anyway, I’ve gotten hungry. 

[Subaru returns with the hose.]

Subaru: Hey. Is this hose good enough?

Kanato: You’re late. What are you thinking, making me wait for so long?

Subaru: What? First you make me do errands and then you still yell at me?

Kanato: I’m hungry because you were dawdling. Are there any sweets around here?

Laito: Hey, now, Kanato. There are some cookies on the table, so dig in! And as for the water… It’s probably easiest to get water from the tap in the kitchen. I’ll connect the hose to the tap and turn on the water, so keep an eye on the pool, will you, Subaru?

06:18 Subaru: Hey, why me?!

Laito: Just give me a signal when it’s okay to turn on the water, alright?

Subaru: Ah, fuck. Now I gotta stick through to the end as well?

Laito: Hehe. You’re so reliable.

[Laito goes to the kitchen.]

Subaru: Hey, Kanato. What’s that warped part over—hey, what are you eating?

Kanato: I told you I was hungry. Didn’t you hear that either?

Subaru: I fucking heard! Tch, I’m doing this for you, so help me out a little!

Kanato: Don’t order me around. I’m in a bad mood.

Subaru: You asshole—

Laito (from the kitchen): Subaru! I’m all ready over here!

Subaru: Ah… I’m ready too!

[Laito turns on the tap and the pool starts to fill with water.]

Laito (from the kitchen): Is the water coming out?

Subaru: Yeah, it is, but the water pressure’s a little low. Can’t you open the tap a bit more?

Laito (from the kitchen): What? It’s almost all the way open, though.

Subaru: It’s barely coming out at all! I need more!

Laito (from the kitchen): Alright!

Subaru: That’s strange… Is the hose blocked or something? Oh!

[Subaru turns the hose upwards to check. Laito subsequently opens the tap all the way and the water sprays all over Subaru, Kanato and Teddy.]

Kanato: What’s this? It’s cold! What’s the meaning of this, Subaru? Now Teddy and I are soaked!

Subaru: Like hell I know! Hey, Laito, close the tap!

08:10 Laito (from the kitchen): Huh? What? Did something happen?

[Laito walks back into the room.]

Laito: Hahaha! You’re both drenched! Did you just shower or something? Haha.

Subaru: Don’t you dare laugh.

Kanato: I’m cold. This is the worst.

Subaru: Hold up, that’s my line… Achoo!

Kanato: Besides, why is the water (1) cold? Did you intend on giving me a cold shower? You’re awful. I can’t believe this!

Subaru: Ugh… You were talking about playing in the pool (2), so…

Kanato: Go to hell! What would you do if we caught a cold?!

Laito: Ah, I see. I’ve got a great idea! If we just add scalding hot water (3) to the cold water, then it’ll be the perfect temperature to take a bath in.

Subaru: Hold on… If you fuck it up again, this’ll turn into an even bigger disaster.

Laito: It’ll be okay! So long as you don’t let go of the hose, you’ll be alright no matter how hot the water is! Well, I’m counting on you!

[Laito goes back to the kitchen.]

Subaru: Why’ve I been the one with the most important tasks this entire time?

Kanato: If you mess this up again like you did last time, I won’t forgive you. Teddy’s so cold he’s close to freezing. Just hurry up and do it.

Subaru: Then you hold the hose!

Kanato: I don’t want to. What if I get burns?

Laito (from the kitchen): Here it comes!

[The water starts running again.]

10:02 Subaru: Ah, it looks like it’s coming out normally this time. Oh? Hey, Laito! Don’t make the water hotter now! I’m serious!

Laito (from the kitchen): Huh? Subaru, are you saying I need to turn up the heat?

Subaru: No, no! Hey, it’s way too hot! I’ll kill you! Ah… What—Ow, ow! Hey, Laito! Turn off that fucking water!

[Kanato laughs in the background while Subaru struggles. The scene shifts to Kanato playing in the pool with Teddy.]

Kanato: Hehe. Teddy, does it feel nice? It does, doesn’t it?

Laito: I’m glad, Kanato. That was fun!

Subaru: You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.

Kanato: Why did you get angry at me, Subaru? If only you’d held the hose tighter, Teddy and I wouldn’t have gotten soaked. You should take responsibility for your mistakes.

Subaru: Heh. Right, sorry. Ah, I’m exhausted. I’m gonna go change clothes…

Laito: Hey… isn’t the pool slowly deflating?

Subaru: What?

Kanato: Now that you say it, I think I’ve heard the sound of air escaping for a little while now…

Subaru: Ah! The air valve wasn’t closed properly! The water’ll spill out at this rate!

Laito: Sounds like we’re in a bit of a pinch. Hehe. Well, then. Subaru. Good luck!

Subaru: H-Ha… You’re going to make me inflate it again?

Laito: Yeah! If you don’t hurry, the floor will be ruined. Don’t want Reiji to barge in and lose his mind, do you?

Kanato: Subaru, hurry up and do it! 

Subaru: Ugh—fuck!

[Subaru starts wildly pumping.]

Laito: Ah, this pool would do great as a foot bath as well…

Kanato: Please don’t put your feet in the water while Teddy is in the pool.

Laito: What? It wouldn’t be so bad, would it?

Subaru: God damn it, you two! Help me, for fuck’s sake!

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

水（みず）refers to water in general, but this word is commonly associated with cold water in particular! お湯（ゆ）is used when referring to warm or hot water.

水遊（みずあそ）び refers to playing in or with water, typically in the pool, a lake, or in the sea—which, as the first kanji suggests, usually involves cold water.

お湯（ゆ）refers to warm or hot water like I said, hehe.

[chaostroberry1]

I want to read Ror's newest spin off since it got all over fyp, but I can't find it anywhere -,-

By the way if you don't mind, can I get a smut request of the trio underworld -(Hades, Beelzy, Adamas)- with a subby wife F reader? Perhaps an angryfuck with breeding bcs their wifey keeps demanding things from them while they're busy/tired? (we love hardworking husband) Ngl I love them so much

I hope it's not too much! I'm waiting for ur art too >⁠.⁠<

Hi!! This is one hell of a request anon 😆 haha

Hades, Adamas, Beelzebub (separate) × sub!wife!reader

°•Angry•°

Hades

he was doing paperwork and all, and was completely stressed. The man was completely overworked, and you weren't making things any better.

You were so needy. Like a pet. Always demanding affection, love, and everything else. It was tiring.

So when he finally had enough, he decided to just play into your needs and spread your legs. Since you wanted it so much, he'll give you all the love he's stored up.

----

"haa...haaa~! Hubby..~!!" You moaned, your eyes glazed with lust as his fingers added up into your tight little clit opening. He was good with his fingers, not to mention the speed he had was beyond human.

There you were, on the bed, your legs spread wide and well. The air hitting all your sensitive skin, your pussy throbbing with pleasure. Your shirt was above your tits—making them stand out more.

Your beloved husband was fingerfucking you to tears. Your whines and cries echoing throughout the big spacial room, one that was meant for a king and a queen to have their privacy. The background was full of slimy sticky sounds of your pussy being pleasured by your sweetheart.

"didn't you say you wanted my attention, dearest? Here I am now. What more do you want?" He spoke, before withdrawing his fingers, his hands making its way to his pants. When you looked, there stood an erect cock, waiting to pounce on your vulnerable little holes.

He slid his cock in-between your slit. Rubbing it with renewed vigor. It took a few tries for him to push the tip inside your pretty little clit, before it finally slid in.

"are you happy now, my queen?"

Your sobs and sniffles were a melody to his ears when he pushed more of his length into your clit, his hips moving back and forth, picking up speed and eventually deep breeding you. Pumping your belly full of his future babies.

Don't worry, he can last long enough to make you happy and fulfilled, just like you asked.

Adamas

Adamas was tired. Very tired of your 'whining', or that's how he prefers to call it. He's been finished with all your bullshit. You should have never lit fire to a man with a short fuse. He was not one to let things go so easily.

When he arrived to you, instead of giving you his nut, mf makes you suck him off instead. Then watches you struggle, before putting you in Doggystyle position and immediately going at it.

You really thought there would be like, foreplay or something? Hell no. Straight to the point.

---

"well? How's it feel you fuckin princess? You like that? It what you asked for, yeah?"

He looked down at you, before flipping you again to lay on your back, just so that he could watch your pretty little face all pink and stained with tears.

"you wanted attention, didn't you? Well, hell, here's the attention you've been demanding. Will that shut you up for a while? Such a drama queen."

He'd pound you till your eyes are rolling to the back of your head, looking all pretty for him. A sight he loved to see when he was in the mood.

He's not really one to use his fingers. He prefers to just use his cock, letting it do all the work for him. His hands are busy with your tits. Rolling and pinching them like they aren't sensitive.

If you love it rough, he's the man for you.

Beelzebub

He was completely tired after doing random experiments, and looking through recent papers connected to his new ideas. But you would not stop demanding for his attention.

You need to give this man ana award for putting up with you. Especially knowing how he is. All you do all day is ask for things and be all needy with him, even if he doesn't have much time to spare for you. Which is why he found a good solution for it.

That solution? Fucking your brains out. What a genius.

But think about it. If he fucks you well and good, then not only will he get a rest from all your constant whining, but also give you what you asked for. It's a win-win situation.

---

Now that he had you stroke and pump his cock, he did not waste a second to squeeze his whole length inside. Your moans visible, but clearly ignored.

"beel...beel...there- there! That's the spot!!"

Instead of going faster, he decided to slow down. Pushing deep, slow and sensual. It was pure torture, but luckily for you, the man was an expert with his tongue. He'd lick your clit and suck it slowly, making you cum and throb. Before sucking in a rougher way.

"there, you asked for this. I'll make sure to finish up soon."

He'd whisper, before pushing his cock back in, this time, ready to pump you full. You wanted love? Here it is. Oh, but I'm only talking about Beelzebub here. What about his curse? Well.

You'd moan so much to the point your voice grows hoarse from all the noise you made. Your cheeks would stain and flow with tears. If Beelzebub was bad, you better look at Satan. Once this thing comes out, you'll be coming multiple times too.

Finger fucking your butthole, pounding your clit after, cock slapping in between your pussy lips, and so much more.

Because you asked for it. He's only doing it for you.

[tossawary]

Thinking about a form of Role Reversal AU (more of a Canon Divergence AU with a few backstory Universe Alterations) for "Final Fantasy 7", which I frankly don't know quite enough about to work out all the details perfectly but find compelling to think about nevertheless! I like to pick a few elements to do a reversal on in these AUs, but try to keep certain backstory elements intact for characterization purposes.

I think it would be fun to make Cloud Strife the star SOLDIER of the SHINRA company, but keep his country boy origins. So, he's older than he is in canon by about 10+ years or so. SHINRA came to Nibelheim for some of their human experimentation projects (earlier days of the company, the reputation wasn't quite so bad yet) and Cloud signed up WAY too young, out of a desire to prove himself and maybe for money for his mother. He went through some HEAVY shit to be augmented (multiple teenage years in a mako tank, perhaps?), but he still had an ordinary childhood before that.

While the country boy backstory and cool General Strife persona is VERY popular (thanks to SHINRA PR), Cloud is NOT as cooperative in some of SHINRA's ventures as the company would like. Cloud has still been forced into some shit he's not proud of, he's being ground down by some of the corporate and political forces around him, but he has disagreed with and disobeyed orders before. There's serious tension in the company due to this.

Which is not helped by the fact that "General Cloud Strife, SOLDIER First Class" is backed up by two other First Class SOLDIERs: Tifa Lockhart and Aerith Gast.

(I imagined Tifa and Aerith as Angeal and Genesis and nearly swooned. There is absolutely a public love triangle debate being fueled by Midgar tabloids: "Team Tifa or Team Aerith???" Some people don't like the idea of stupid relationship drama being on the frontlines of a military campaign, but SHINRA pumps it up as a shiny distraction from their colonial capitalist bullshit. There have been fist fights over love triangle shipping by fans.)

Tifa signed on to the Nibelheim experiments in some sneaky way, without parental permission, and then it was too late to stop her. She can rip tanks apart with her bare hands and has done so. She is SO buff. SHINRA hasn't cottoned on to the fact that Tifa is the one pulling Cloud away from the company's corruption and was the first one to start actively working against SHINRA, rather than Tifa just being Cloud's follower. (Cloud is possibly having major memory issues due to various mako experiments.)

Aerith (is still an Ancient? and) was basically born into the company and never escaped. She could be an orphan or her parents could have survived, but they're hostages or they've been twisted by the company. Maybe Ilfana died and Gast (working closely with Jenova materials) became obsessed with finding the Promised Land to reunite with his wife. Either way, Aerith got shoved into the SOLDIER program. (Maybe her would-be adoptive mother is hanging around as a SHINRA employee trying to show some care for Aerith.)

Aerith is meant to lead them all to the Promised Land someday and her magic is TERRIFYING, but Cloud is the General because SHINRA has sexist views against women and Aerith's bubbly persona in charge of the army freaks people and the public the fuck out. Aerith is more than a little burnt out and jaded, after so long, but she's good at not showing it.

The point here is not necessarily to make these characters into "the bad guys" but to play with the moral mess that already exists in the game for many characters. This Role Reversal could follow Cloud, Tifa, and Aerith as the protagonists still, as they meet up with alternate versions of friends and enemies, and struggle to do good after doing bad. Alternatively, the story could follow Sephiroth as the protagonist!

Sephiroth is still Professor Hojo's experiment from birth, quite a bit younger than these other SOLDIERs First Class, and if he's a member of SHINRA, he's viewed internally as something of a lab-grown freak. Unnatural. Artificial. Other SOLDIERs don't like the idea that SHINRA is just going to grow their own replacement warriors instead of investing in "real people".

Option 1) for Sephiroth's story path here is that SHINRA wanted someone better at following orders. A teenage Sephiroth (and Genesis and Angeal?) becomes the replacement General when Cloud, Tifa, and Aerith turn against the company. If Cloud is the protagonist of this AU, Sephiroth is still an antagonist, and Cloud really doesn't want to have to kill this manipulated and abused kid created to be his replacement. If Sephiroth is the protagonist, he's struggling against the company who now wants him to kill the person he's secretly always viewed as his hero rather than a rival, even though it seems like Cloud has turned against SHINRA for good reasons.

Option 2a) is that Hojo is working for someone else who wanted their own SOLDIERs to fight SHINRA, possibly the earlier AVALANCHE. Hojo is probably a former SHINRA employee and has some sort of personal vendetta against Professor Gast for getting him kicked out of the company or something.

Option 2b) Hojo is still a former SHINRA employee, probably with some stolen fragment of Jenova (or maybe even Ilfana?), but he's working against SHINRA because the company is destroying the planet and he LIVES HERE. Hojo is a more rational scientist trying to save the world. Maybe he's working with AVALANCHE, maybe he broke away from them, maybe he's always been more or less working alone! I think he should be accompanied by Lucretia and possibly also by Vincent.

Hojo and Lucretia have gone to extreme (unethical) lengths to produce a secret, new, artificial Ancient to fight SHINRA and heal the world. A man-made "Chosen One". Sephiroth is a kid out of his depth and not good at making friends. Maybe Vincent is hanging around the place as a weird uncle figure to Sephiroth, or maybe Vincent is a relatively unknown figure who haunts their basement, because Vincent was Hojo and Lucretia's first attempt at making a super-powered hero to save the world and it did not go well. At all.

Sephiroth must gather his party and blindly venture forth! This party probably includes Angeal and Genesis in some form.

I don't know where Zack fits into this yet, but he is absolutely not growing flowers in a church, because that is way too close to making him just another version of Aerith instead of an alternate version of Zack. He could be Aerith's secret long distance country boy boyfriend. He could be a SOLDIER partially mentored by Cloud, who moved on to mentor Angeal. In canon, he has connections to many of the characters I've listed above, he's deep in the den of monsters, so maybe a funny reversal would be that Zack isn't a part of SHINRA and doesn't know any of these people. He's some random burly chocobo farmer who finds teenage Sephiroth and party in a tough spot, helps them out, and then gets dragged into a whole bunch of bullshit he DID NOT sign up for. Oh, shit, is he the ADULT in this adventure???

[its-in-the-woods]

Coyote Head - Part 1 - Sharp pain of greif

master list

Pairing: Cooper Howard x Lucy Maclean 

Alternative Universe where I make things up cause I ca

Synopsis: An old farm set on a couple hundred acres of land, surrounded by forest and wildlands. Lucy Maclean is now the new owner of her childhood home, much to her family’s dismay and anger. The land doesn’t feel the same without her Granddaddy around, the woods seem darker and much more vast. Maybe it’s the fact that she’s alone in the middle of nowhere for the first time in her life. Her great uncle Harris has stepped up to help her learn the ropes of the business, which is bigger than Lucy ever imagined. 

Her neighbor Cooper Howard, is happy to meet a new face in the area. Bonding over their shared grief and strife to make ends meet as the world is changing. Their worlds are shaken when Lucy’s home is vandalized, and secrets that were supposed to be buried forever begin to emerge from the woods.  Horror, mystery, and drama all rolled into one. There is something in the woods.

MINOR GET OUT. Rating/Warning:  Alternative Universe, Slow Burn, Death, Aging, Family Feuding, Eventually: Older Man/Younger Woman, Horror themes, long form fic,

Note: that I will not be spoiling any of the reading. So you have been warned. I will keep my tags relevant without spoiling what is happening in the story.

Grandpa Tim passed yesterday, as much as Lucy wanted to say it was peaceful, it wasn’t. The man had always been tough as nails, but cancer was tougher. Though Lucy had fought hard to keep him comfortable, there was only so much the Doctors could do. His hand gripping hers as he gasped for breath, feeling his heart rate speed up as his body tried to fight it. But he had signed a DNR, there was no going back. So Lucy sat there with tears in her eyes as she watched the man who had raised her slip away. One of the nurses hugged her and told her she was brave. Brave for letting him go, for letting him finally be at peace. Lucy stayed as they loaded him up onto a stretcher to be taken to the funeral home. Remembering the disappointment on his face when they told him he wouldn’t be a viable organ donor. The cancer had spread too fast and too far for anything to be usedable. It was a final sting, knowing that his body wouldn’t even be able to help others. 

-----

The funeral was big, with everyone within ten counties coming over to say farewell to their favorite farmer. Tim had lived here his whole life and was born on the property where he raised his kids and grandbabies. His wife, Lucy’s Grandma, Shirley was buried in the same plot he would be now. Shirley had died six years ago after undergoing a complicated heart surgery. Now they could be back together again. It was one thing Tim had talked about the most as he neared his final days, how excited he was to see Shirley again. He often pondered if he would wake up in heaven and if she would look as pretty as the day she met him. Or maybe she looked as beautiful as the day she passed. 

Tears flowed all around, Tim was as big as life. He was always the first to help. Wildfire? He'd be there with his tanker trailer, pump, and hoses. Cow with a calf stuck?  He knew how to move the calf just right to get them out. Farmer got hurt? He was there with his tractor to make sure the work still got done. The school needs sponsorship? He'd be the first to give his dollar. He was a salt of the earth man. Tim was from this earth. As he was raised down into his grave, Lucy pulled out a mason jar of dark black earth. He had told her exactly where to go to get it. A little bit from the garden that Shirley had loved, a little bit from around where his favorite animals were buried, and a little from the first piece of land he had ever worked into a field. He wanted to make sure that a piece of the land he loved would be buried with him. 

Lucy could barely hold back the sob as she opened the jar and carefully sprinkled it on top of his grave. Others joined in, some had flowers, and others had their own dirt. A bundle of dried wheat, some oats, canola oil, and a pair of cow ear tags. As the items dropped the feeling of finality swept over Lucy. He was really gone. The man who had supported her through everything over the last twenty-five years was now in a box. Surrounded by the things and people he loved. On his right the love of his life Shirley, and on the left the two sons he had to bury before him. One was Lucy’s Dad, his headstone is where she went, placing another small jar of dirt beside it. Tears ran down her cheeks as she said how much she missed him, and that he needed to give Grandpa a big hug for her. 

—-

“I am not sure why there is even a discussion happening.” Shrilled Henry, the last-born son of Tim MacLean. He was a fidgety bird-like man who had been all too happy to get off the shit-hole farm. His words. 

“I am the only son, so clearly it should go to me,” Henry pipped, examining his perfect nail beds.

“Why would you think Dad would want you to have the farm? You haven't been here since Mom died.” Katie scolded. A favorite daughter, but still a middle child. She was a petite woman who had married a chicken farmer down south, she wasn't frequent to the farm but she always had made sure to phone once a week.

“Katie, you don't got much to say,” Theresa quipped, she was the eldest of six kids. She was three times divorced and spent most of her time in Europe. “You got your own farm and your own land.”

“Never said I wanted the land, Theresa,” Katie bit back at her older sister. “Just figured it should go to someone who could use it.”

“Who says I wouldn't use it?” Henry joined in, “I know plenty of people who would be happy to help.”

“Oh yeah, I am sure your closet of boy toys could be persuaded to help.” Theresa sneered, making Martha, Henry's wife, gasp.

“How dare you!” Martha gasps clutching at her purse.

“Don't you start, Theresa!” Henry added, grabbing his wife's hands and glaring at Theresa.

A roar began in the small waiting room. People arguing and yelling, and a magazine went flying. Lucy tried to tuck herself away from the madness. She was the only Grandkid there and the ‘adults’ were losing it.

“Alright.” A big man in overalls and a brown shirt stood up. Great uncle Harris MacLean, Tim's second youngest brother. The man was imposing and loud, and easily commanded the room. Making sure everyone settled back in their chairs without more damage. 

“What would your father think of all of you? Damn shame. Fighting over what isn't even yours.”  Harris came over and put a comforting hand on Lucy’s shoulder. 

“None of you were here when your Dad got sick. Didn’t hold his hand when he passed. When he asked for your Mama. But y'all sure show up looking for another handout.” Harris sat down beside Lucy. “Pretty sure the will has all the answers.”

The couples and their lawyers murmured between themselves.  Eyes glaring at each other from across the room, the coffee table scatters different papers.

“You doing alright Lucy?” Harris asked, glaring at his relatives, his voice low enough that only she could hear him. 

Lucy shrugged, “Was hoping it would be smoother.” Hoping was one thing, it was another to have this many MacLean's in one room.

“Thought your Mom would have come down.” Harris let out a huff, watching all his shifty relatives closely. 

“She's busy in Mexico with her latest fling.” Lucy sighs shifting uncomfortably in her seat, why were waiting room chairs always so uncomfortable? 

“Of course she is. Oh, Rosealy, you were never much for settling down.” Harris sighed, big hands rubbing against his dirty jeans. Margie would be pissed to know he showed up at the lawyers in stained clothes.

A striking man walked into the room, he was wearing a pinstripe grey suit that matched his silver hair. He was all long legs and a lean figure, the suit made him look imposing. Looking at the room taking in the rag-tag bunch and disheveled coffee table.  

“I am guessing you all are the Maclean family?” He says, a faint hint of British accent tinging his voice. 

“Yes that would be us,” Henry chirped, his eyes wandering over the man. 

The man let out a sigh, “Well I suppose if you are all here, we will read the will. I'm positive we do not have any other space-” He glanced around, “For everyone.” 

Lucy stood up and handed the man a folded envelope. The man opened it and read it through before reading it out loud. 

“Here is the Last Will and Testament of Tim Louise MacLean, of Rosewood, I make this will being in sound mind and body.” The man continued, going through the document quickly. “I leave an account to each of my five grandchildren held in trust till they turn eighteen. To my last daughter Lucy Rose MacLean, I leave all my property, and worldly possessions, as well as give her exclusive access to my accounts. To the rest of my children, I ask that you remember that you never had a want in this world. From schooling to houses, and though I love you into entirety. Lucy was my first grandchild, and my last child to raise, the one who loved the farm more than me or Shirley ever could. She will be the one to make any decision regarding the property and finances. “ 

Lucy’s mouth had fallen open as the room had erupted in an outcry. Her heart pounded in her chest at the realization that Grandpa had left everything to her. She watched as Tim’s kids stood and demanded that the will be read again. That their lawyers would have to read it, Henry going so far as to say he would contest it in court. 

“If everyone would please be quiet,” The man in the suit hollered, loud enough to be heard over the commotion. The room fell silent as they all turned to look at him. “I understand this can be hard news for everyone. But this will was originally formed a decade ago, it has been updated yearly. Including 6 months before Mr. MacLean’s diagnosis. I can assure you that he was of sound mind, it was notarized and signed by three separate witnesses.” 

Henry was sitting with his arms crossed, Theresa looked close to tears, Katie was bright red, and Great Uncle Harris just looked amused. 

“You are all within your legal rights to try and take this to court. But, I can assure you no judge in the area would not dismiss this case outright.” He made sure to look at each of them in the eye.

“As for Ms. Lucy MacLean. I have a large amount of paperwork to go over with you. As well as an appointment with the bank.” His green eyes locked on to Lucy’s.

“May I bring my Uncle Harris with me?” Lucy asked, her hands tight fists in her lap.

“Yes, of course, love.” The lawyer said, before turning on his heel and walking down a hallway.

----

It took three weeks to finalize everything, Henry had gone to the court, and he had tried several times, unsuccessfully to get the will reexamined. At the same time, Lucy was engulfed by phone calls, emails, and more. Most of these were tenants of Tim wanting to sort leasing arrangements, others were about moving cattle to new grazing homes. Lucy was never more grateful for her Uncle Harris, he had known most of these men and women. Was able to handle the negotiations and fill Lucy in on what she needed to do regarding cattle, seeding, planting, and more. There was also opening up the house again. When Tim had gone into hospice,  Lucy, Margie, and Harris had taken time to go through things. Tim had not had many worldly possessions, a fire had taken most of that less than five years before. But things like a new mattress, power hooked up, gas running, and the wood stove inspected all needed to be done. 

Lucy sat in the middle of a mostly empty house. She had decided at the last minute to leave her job as an x-ray tech and move to the farm. It wasn’t ideal, but she also had come into a fair sum of money. Her Grandpa had been a smart man and a frugal one too. He had kept most of his and Shirley’s money tucked away in investment accounts that had built a neat little sum of cash. Shirley had always wanted to travel once they had retired, so she had also stashed money away as well. It hurt Lucy’s heart knowing that they had never gotten to do that. 

But now it was in her hands, sort of kinda, she had leaned heavily on her Uncle Harris. He was so incredibly kind and made sure she never felt stupid about the millions of questions she asked. The first year they were leasing almost everything, the hundred head of cows Grandpa still had would be taken care of by Cooper, a neighbor down the way. Lucy had given herself two years to get herself sorted and get more acquainted with the workings of the farm. 

It wasn’t that she hadn’t known how to do things, she could run a tractor, cut down trees, med fences; she knew how to preg check cows and what to look for when tilling a lot. But the business end of things was a whole different ball game and she was diving headlong into it.

The trailer was doublewide, the living room had a couch and lazy boy, and the kitchen had a table with 4 chairs. The walls were mostly bare except where Lucy had put her artwork. She had also moved a handful of bookshelves in and her desk. It was surprisingly roomy and beat her eighties-era apartment she had lived in for the last five years. She had slid the desk and table together spreading out all the different pieces of paperwork, along with a large map of where all Grandpa’s property was. Her property, she corrected herself. It was hers now, somehow. Where she lived she was surrounded by almost 200 acres of forested land backed onto parkland. Besides the garden beds, barn, and shop it was wild land. It was one thing that Grandpa had asked to stay the same. That the land around the property be left untouched by man or machine, she planned to keep it that way. Even when several large logging companies had called knocking, for Lucy her grandfather's words meant everything.

A knock on the front door woke her from her musing. She also needed to go get a couple of dogs, not just for company; but also so she knew if someone was coming down the long drive. She walked over to the front door, steeling herself to be met with another person wanting to buy or hunt on the land. Opening it she was surprised to see a man standing there in a cowboy hat, fitted jeans, and button-up shirt. Scruffy face with a day’s worth of stubble, bright hazel eyes, and a blinding smile.

“Good afternoon,” The man said with a nod, “I’ve come over to introduce myself -’

“If you’re looking for hunting, logging, buying, grazing, or leasing, I am not interested,” Lucy said curtly, she really didn’t have a lot of time to dally. 

“Oh no,” The man said, holding up a large hand, “I am the neighbor down the road with your Granddad’s cows. And a friend of your Uncle Harris’. He said that you’d moved in just down from me, so figured it was only neighborly to come say hello.”

Lucy’s shoulders sagged a bit, she had gotten so used to people wanting something from her she had forgotten that most folks out here were friendly.

“I am so sorry,” Lucy sighed, “It’s been a tough month. Been a lot of folks wanting a piece of what’s not theirs.”

The man nodded, “I can only imagine. Not many people have morals these days. If there is a buck to be made they’ll take it. My name’s Cooper.” 

He extended a hand, and Lucy took it and gave him a firm handshake. “Lucy, I am Tim’s Granddaughter.”

“Pleasure to meet yah,” Cooper said with the same grin. “Tim was a good man and talked very highly of his last daughter. You meant the world to him.”

Lucy gave a half-hearted smile, it still felt so wrong that her Grandpa was gone. “Do you want to come in? I can make some coffee?”

“Oh, I will take a raincheck on that. Gotta go check on our newest heifers, see who all needs taggin’ and whatnot.” He said a small grin tugging at his mouth. “Want to come?”

Lucy looked back at the table full of papers, “I am gonna have to pass today,” She could see some disappointment flicker across his features. “But let me give you my number,”

A smirk tugged at the corners of his lips as he dug into his jeans for his phone, the two of you exchanging numbers. 

“Just in case, umm, you need help with the cows” Lucy felt a bit flustered, “Never know.”

The man smiled and tipped his hat to her, “I will see you around Lucy.”

part 2

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Only One For Me

SUMMARY | Hanging out with your friends at the hottest club in Chicago, you never expect to see Johnny after you had left the idol life, your friends and him after a scandal. Johnny says he misses you and shows you how much he really does miss you. PAIRINGS | Johnny/Fem!Reader GENRE | friends to lovers, smut, unprotected sex, fingering, dirty talk, angst, drama, fluff(?) towards the end. RATING | Mature LENGTH | 11,413 words AUTHOR'S NOTE | This was supposed to be short but I guess it turned out longer than I expected LOL. Once my fingers are on a roll, anything is possible haha. Anything in italics is spoken in Korean. Enjoy lol

Your music is not cut out for it. Who's gonna listen to that shit?

You shook those words from your mind as you tried to focus on what was happening in front of you. The lights were dimmed, there was pumped up music, countless sweaty bodies out on the dance floor, drunks making moves on men and women. It was hard not to focus on anything else but the music that the club was playing was horrible.

Who listened to this crap anymore?

You obviously didn’t.

“Ouu~ this song is my jam!” The dark-skinned girl next to you yelled out, wiggling in your seat. Tori was one of your best friends since high school and was notorious for being a party girl. Even at the age of twenty-eight, all she did was go to clubs, bars, and lounges.

And you blamed her for dragging you there.

“Everything is your jam, Tori!” Another woman, whose blond waves bounced about, yelled back. Becca was your other best friend from high school and was still the smartest person you knew. Since you left for Seoul a few years back, Becca was a successful business owner with a tendency to party nowadays. Tori was most likely rubbing off on her.

“Uh huh, but you’re dancing too!” Tori yelled right back. Both women wiggled in their seats, drinks in one hand.

You never really liked the club scene. You were much more reserved and preferred to be in a bar or lounge, where they tended to play better music and have less sweaty bodies. Those were the places where you got most of the inspiration for writing your own music. You were feeling a bit out of your element here.

“Come on, Y/N. Loosen up and let's get partying.” Becca danced in her seat next to you.

“No thanks.” You shook your head, swirling the alcoholic concoction in your hand with the stirrer. “I feel out of my comfort zone here.”

“Girl, don’t they party in Korea?” Becca asked, taking a sip of whatever drink she ordered, nodding her head to the music.

You shrugged. There were parties in Seoul but you were so busy working that you never had the time to go and party. Your days were packed with dance practices, song rehearsals, variety shows, music programs. It was hard being an idol.

Correction... 

An ex-idol.

You used to be a member of a now popular girl group but left due to differences in music and joined another company. The group you were in, tended to go for the cute songs and concepts but because you were the oldest of the group, you wanted to try something new. Something sexy or mature. But the company and the other girls didn't like it. ‘We would lose our public appeal’, they said.

Another reason why you left, certain sources claimed, was the scandal with a very popular male idol with a huge fanbase. Well… that was how the media portrayed it. But there was some truth to the news.

Glad you’re out of the group. We don’t need a whore like you ruining our reputation. You really thought a girl like you could really be with a top idol like him? Dream on, Y/N.

You shook your head, clearing your mind of those bad memories. In the wake of your scandal, you asked your new company if you could take a leave of absence or go on an indefinite hiatus. They gave you permission, halting what little schedules you had. You cut all your ties to any idol friends and boarded the next available plane to come back to the States. 

And here you were. 

Back home with family and friends.

A place you could truly feel at home.

“I was so busy working that I didn’t have time to party or even go out for drinks.” You replied, taking a sip of your alcoholic beverage. “I feel like I’ve forgotten how to party.”

Tori placed her now empty glass on the table and reached forward to link arms with you and Becca. “Well, come on girl! You’re back home and away from all that negativity! So let’s just have fun and dance!”

She had a point. You were away from all that negativity. All those bad vibes. You had a chance to be free.

The music in this joint still sucked though.

Tori led Becca and you to a clearing in the middle of the dance floor. Back during your high school and college days, you were considered a horrible dancer that lacked confidence but you guess those dance training lessons paid off. You still weren't an amazing dancer like other Korean idols but you could still hold your own. Plus, the alcohol flowing through your body made you feel free and relaxed. Swaying your hips and occasionally doing some body rolls seemed to attract some attention towards your way. You were suddenly feeling the hype and despite the bad music, your body wouldn’t stop moving. You really couldn’t believe that you forgot how to have fun.

“Ouuu~what song is this?” Tori asked excitedly as the beat and tempo of the music changed.

“Are they performing this song live or something?” Becca asked from in front of you.

It wasn't typical club music. That quickly died down to be replaced with the sounds of a live band playing. Different yet familiar to your ears.  The powerful drums, the rhythmic strumming of the guitars and bass, the beautiful melody coming from the keyboard. All sounds that were too familiar.

It couldn’t be, could it?

You shook your head and didn’t even bother to turn around to see who was playing. Chicago always had some new talent out in the streets and it wasn’t uncommon for aspiring singers to be playing a gig.

“I think it’s Korean.” You heard Becca call out.

“How do you know?” Tori asked her.

“I listen to enough K-Pop to know what Korean sounds like.” Becca stated matter of factly. Which was true since she showed you her extensive playlist of popular groups like Stray Kids, Got7, Infinite, etc. “I've never heard of these guys before though. But then again, their music isn’t really my style.”

“You sure it’s in Korean? Sounds like English to me.” Tori softly swayed to the music, joining the crowd that was enraptured by the live band playing and singers singing. “So this is what the bartender meant when he said that there was going to be live playing and singing later.”

“We'll take the highway to heaven And I can't wait to love you all alone (Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah, yeah) We'll take the highway to heaven On the 101, let's see just where it goes (Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah)” 

Wait… what? Why did you know this song? And why does it sound like he’s here? It has to be a joke right? You shook your head and pushed the thought to the back of your mind. You were probably going crazy getting cooped up in your room all the time.

“Last call, are you coming with me? I got some things you want to see Tell all your friends that you're busy, they know They know we got the chemistry Love how your body feels on me When you get back, let me get that”

But why did those lyrics sound so damn familiar? You just couldn’t put your mind on it. You were going crazy, weren’t you? Yeah that had to be it.

“Baby you should know, I won't let you go I'll show you the world if you say so Oh, she's so bad (So bad) I'll make it last And baby, I can't leave you alone”

“Why does this song sound so familiar?” You muttered mostly to yourself but Becca heard.

“You know this song?” She asked, clearly feeling the music as she grooved to the pop song.

You shrugged, still a bit confused. This was clearly a Korean song but why is it sung in English? “Kind of. I mean it’s originally in Korean. Are they doing English covers of Korean songs?”

Becca shook her head. “The bartender said that it was a group of Korean men that was going to perform though. Maybe it’s an English version?”

Can’t be… Could it? The boys surely couldn’t be here… You doubt their company would send them to a venue like this. They would normally play in bigger venues.

“Damn, they’re good.” Tori muttered from next to you. She gave you a small smile and nodded to the stage, all the while swaying along to the song. “Do you know them by any chance?”

You sighed. You guess you could turn around and indulge your friends. You turned and it felt like your world ended.

Of all places...why here? Why at this time and place?

They danced as great as they always did. They sang with passion as they always did. They looked even more emotional than usual and when he turned his head towards your way while singing his lines, he caught your eyes. He didn’t falter even once as he locked his eyes on you. He continued dancing, those mesmerizing eyes piercing through your very soul. That sweet, velvety voice singing into the microphone, the sound of it ringing through your head.

God, you missed him.

You missed his voice, his face, the way his long fingers would push back his hair from his face. You missed his laughter, his smile, his eyes. You missed everything about him.

You turned back to Becca and Tori and took a deep breath. “I need some fresh air.”

They didn’t stop you as they continued to feel the music. You made your way towards the bar and asked for some water to hydrate your now dry throat. What will you say when they find you? What do you say when he talks to you? You shook your head and finished your water not noticing that the group finished their set and was replaced by another live band performing.

You turned to head towards the door to get a breather when you bumped into someone, spilling his drink all over the counter. “Oops! I’m so sorry!”

He turned to you and you saw that he was an Asian man of about five feet eleven inches and he seemed to have an air of sophistication on him. He raised his eyebrows when he saw you, his mouth opened slightly to speak.

Shit. Why Jeffrey of all people?

“It’s you! What are you doing here?” He asked in rapid Korean. “Do you know how much everyone has been asking about you?”

Oh no. What do you say?

“Hyung, there you are.” Another man approached him, his voice carefree and lighthearted. He looked at Jeffrey’s stunned face and then turned to you, his eyes going wide. “Oh! Noona! You were here all along?!”

Full Sun...

Fuck. You knew it. Once you saw one of them, you’ll end up seeing the rest of the guys. You turned away from them, leaving them stunned and a sputtering mess. “Sorry, I don’t know you!”

You pushed your way through the small crowd that gathered by the back door and went to an empty clearing. You needed to catch your breath. It’s been a year since you had seen anyone from the industry so why were they here of all places? Did they have a gig here somewhere in Chicago and decided to let loose or something?

You weren't paying attention as you bumped into something, rather someone, again. What the hell was wrong with you today? You were losing it. You had to be losing it. Seeing the group made you lose composure. 

Yeah, that was it.

“You okay?” A voice said from above you. That voice. That smooth velvety voice.

Johnny.

You couldn’t hide so you looked up at him with uncertainty in your eyes. “I’m fine... It’s been awhile, hasn’t it?”

A soft chuckle. “Yeah it’s been a year. How have you been, Y/N?”

Breathe in and out, Y/N. In and out. “It’s been dandy. Just living life one step at a time. How have you and the boys been, Johnny?”

A smile and the sound of his clothes shuffling about. From the corner of your eyes, you saw him lift his hand but placed it back at his side. “Oh, you know. The usual. Making new music, performing with the guys.”

“So why are you guys here? Randomly partying?” You asked out of curiosity.

He nodded, slicking his hair back. “Yeah. You? I couldn’t help but see a few old friends with you.”

You shrugged. “Apparently I was too cooped up in my room writing music. Tori dragged me out.”

“You're still writing music?” He asked. You gave him a small nod. “I'd like to hear it one day.”

“One day…” You muttered, your voice drowning out when you heard the voices.

“I swore I saw her, Mark.”

“You sure Jaehyun? Y/N has been avoiding all of us. She hasn't even been picking up Johnny’s calls.”

“I saw her too, Mark.”

“Even you Haechan? Wow, where was I at?”

You scanned his profile. Has things changed since the last time you saw him a year ago? He was still tall but he seemed to gain muscle. He hadn’t changed one bit. You let out a soft chuckle. “Jaehyun saw me first. Then Haechan. I ran away from them.”

“That sounds like you.” He chuckled. He bit his lower lip, probably thinking of what to say next. “Everyone misses you.”

But did you? You weren't about to ask him that though. “Yeah, I missed everyone too.”

“Y/N, I-” He started but was cut short when you shook your head.

“It's okay, Johnny.” You muttered, shaking your head. “You don’t need to say anything.”

Out of the blue, someone pushed you and you landed into Johnny’s outstretched arms. You pulled back almost instantly and he looked at you with sad eyes. If it was before your scandal and departure, you wouldn't have minded it. You would have thought he was joking or something like he normally did. Teased you, slightly pushed you away but… He didn't. His eyes held a certain sadness in them, as if he was telling you he was sorry for everything that happened, telling you that it was alright, telling you that he didn't mean those words.

You wanted to hear those words out loud. You wanted…

What did you want?

He reached out, cupping your cheek. “Y/N. I missed you.”

A Year Ago

“But why noona?” Haechan asked.

The rumors and the hate you were getting about your scandal and departure from your ex-group was stressing you out that the new company you were with was having trouble trying to control the situation. You had come to visit one of your best friends in the industry, letting him and his group mates know that you were going on a hiatus indefinitely and that you were going back home to the States.

“Do you really have to go noona?” Jungwoo asked from the couch.

You nodded, your hand touching the scar you received a week ago on your neck. It wasn’t going to go away anytime soon. “Yes. I’m tired and I just want to go home.”

“But Y/N, how will we keep in contact?” Yuta asked, frowning next to Haechan.

“I'm always a phone call away.” You gave him a small smile. “You can always call me when you need to.”

“You’re going to be on the other side of the world.” Taeyong muttered, Doyoung nodding next to him. “It's going to be hard to contact you with our schedules and the time zone difference.”

“I know. I don’t want to do this but…” You trailed off and looked down at your feet.

“If you hadn’t gone to his house late at night, you wouldn’t be in this predicament.” Johnny muttered from his seat in the kitchen. 

Here it comes again. 

The fighting.

“And how was I supposed to know that some crazy paparazzi was going to be taking pictures?” You retaliated. This was not the first time that you and Johnny got into a heated argument about this topic. He felt so strongly about it and as much as you wanted to let it go, he always brought it back up. “He’s a friend. There was nothing going on between us.”

“Friend, my ass. You think the media thinks that? To them a female idol and a male idol are meeting in secret.” Johnny argued back, getting up to stride towards you. Sure he towered over you with his height, but there was no way you were going to be intimidated. “You really thought a girl like you could really be with someone like him? Dream on, Y/N. Get over yourself. He doesn’t love you.”

“I know he doesn’t! And I don’t like him in the romantic sense. Why are you being such an ass?” You glared up at him. You could tell the boys were getting concerned, Doyoung and Jungwoo backing away from whatever fist fight Johnny and you were going to put up. Jaehyun and Taeyong stood close by to step in if anything.

“I just wonder what’s going on with that thick skull of yours?! Of all guys, why him?” Johnny muttered out in English. For the past few times you've argued, it's been in English. He brought up his hand, as if to strike you, but clenched his fist and put it down. “If you wanted to date someone, you could’ve dated one of the guys. Yuta or Taeyong is a better choice than him!”

“Why do you always think I like him?! Why do you always jump to conclusions whenever I have guys as friends?” You retaliated back in English. “Why are you concerned about who I date and don't date?”

Johnny scoffed and threw his hands in the air. He gave you an incredulous look. “Who wouldn’t like him? He’s popular compared to NCT. You’d like to be the center of attention, don’t you? Especially after your group kicked you out.”

Center of attention?

Ouch. What a way to hit someone when they were down.

“Of all people, I thought you would be supportive of me Johnny! We go way back since our high school and college days and this is how you think of me?!” You shouted, the other members of NCT 127 backing away. You took a deep sigh out of frustration and looked him in the eyes. “Fine! I’m done.”

“What are you talking about Y/N?” Johnny shouted back, his hands grasping your shoulders.

“Yeah, it’s like you said Johnny. I like being the center of attention since I'm not the popular one in my ex-group. What else can I do when even my vocal trainer says I can't sing but you know for a fact that I could sing better than any of those girls? But you know what? I don’t need your permission or approval to do the things I want to do.” You shook yourself from his hands and stared at his angry face. You grabbed your things and headed towards the door. “I’m leaving Seoul. And I’m not coming back. Not for those girls, not for him… And especially not for you.”

“Y/N, I missed you.”

What a liar. No he didn’t. He was the one who pushed you away first.

Johnny looked down at you, his eyes filled with sadness. Perhaps regret? You looked away, not wanting to get drowned in those eyes of his. And as much as you missed the man, you couldn’t forgive him for pushing you away like that. What he said was a hard blow. It even hurts to think about it. You hated to admit that you missed him, but after remembering what he said, you just couldn’t help but be mad and angry.

“Sure you did, Johnny.” You shrugged his hands off. You crossed your arms across your chest, and couldn’t help but notice that Johnny looked down at you. “I don’t have time to listen to your excuses. Now if you excuse me…”

“You’ve changed Y/N.” He muttered, running a hand through his hair. His eyes ran over your body, probably checking out your outfit.

“I’m still the same person.” You looked back at him. “You’re the one who’s changed.”

“I…”

“Is hyung hitting on a girl?” You heard a voice call out in Korean. From the corner of your eye, you saw the other members of NCT 127 make their way towards you both.

“Hush. Maybe she's an old friend of his.” Mark replied in Korean, as they stopped in front of you and Johnny. He took your profile in, his eyes scanning up and down, and if he noticed who you were, he didn't say anything.

“Hyung, are you making this pretty girl cry?” Jungwoo asked, giving you a concerned look. It was like he didn't recognize you because he started to speak in broken English. “Oh, is Johnny making you sad?” 

You giggled. That broken English of his was adorable. It made you want to protect him despite him being in his twenties. “I'm fine Jungwoo-ah. Your English is improving a lot. Speaking full sentences now!”

“She’s speaking Korean! Wait, she said my name. Do we know each other?” The man asked in Korean, as he looked at you, his face scrunched up. He had to remember you with the way his face lit up a few seconds later. “Oh! Y/N-noona!”

You nodded, a small smile lighting up your face. “Hi guys. It's good to see you again.”

“See? I told you we saw her, Mark.” Haechan frowned at Mark.

“Why'd you bolt out like that earlier?” Jaehyun asked seconds later. “Almost gave me and Haechan a heart attack.”

“I'm sorry.” You sighed and ran your fingers through your hair. “I had a little too much to drink and thought you two were going to do something perverted.”

“More like you'd do something perverted, Y/N.” Mark chuckled, coming forward to give you a small hug. “It's been a year. We all miss you.”

“I missed you too, Mark.” You returned his hug, hands coming to pat his back lightly. “But can you let go of me now? My friends are going to fight you if you hug me too long.”

“What friends?” Mark muttered as he pulled away from you. You pointed behind him and he turned around, noticing the two girls who stood a few feet away, both glaring at him and the other members. “Them? They look like they won’t hurt a fly.”

“You’d be surprised.” Johnny answered back, his members giving him a confused look.

You nodded, Tori and Becca coming to your side instantly. They linked their arms with yours and stared at Mark, the male backing away. Johnny couldn't help but chuckle. You let out a small smile. “Hey, you two. Sorry about that. I needed a breather.”

“Were these guys bothering you, Y/N?” Tori asked menacingly, looking over at each of the guys. 

“You're okay, right?” Becca looked you over, checking for any signs that you were hurt. She gestured to Mark. “That man over there didn't do anything inappropriate to you, did he?”

“Inappropriate?” Mark softly asked, Johnny stifling a laugh. 

The girls both spoke to you in English, with only Johnny, Mark and Jaehyun understanding everything. The other five probably understood, since they were English capable on command. When did you start speaking to them in Korean? Heck, when did you start speaking in Korean when it was just Johnny and you alone earlier?

You shook your head. “It's okay, girls. They're friends of mines from Korea. Plus, I think you know one of them already, although I don't know if you'll recognize him.”

“Why would we know idols?” Becca asked, eyeing the members. Yeah, she really didn't know the group.

“I'd like to refer to ourselves as musicians and artists.” Johnny responded, suddenly throwing an arm around you. “Right, Y/N?”

You looked at him and debated on whether you should fling his arm off but then thought better of it. You couldn't let your friends think that you were having drama with the guys despite what happened a year ago. “Uh huh. Sure, Johnny. The boys think of themselves as musicians and artists. Tori, Becca, meet NCT 127. Guys, meet my best friends, Tori and Becca.”

“Before you introduce yourself,” Tori said to Johnny and gestured to the other members behind us. “Do they all even know English?”

“Yeah! It’s one thing to speak and understand English and it’s another when you memorize just words.” Becca inputted.

“Of course, they understand. They’re English capable. Apart from Mark and Jaehyun…” You sighed and ran a hair through your dark hair. Johnny tucked a random piece of your hair behind your ear and looked down at you, nodding at your answer. You looked up at him and gestured with your chin, “…and this guy, the others understand. Introduce yourself already.”

“Geez, okay. Don’t have to be mean about it.” Johnny, with his arm still around you, let out a chuckle. He lazily waved at the other two girls, leaning his tall frame unto your short one. “Hey guys. It’s your boy Johnny. Hope you guys remember me.”

Tori bit her lip. “Johnny…”

“I don’t remember a Johnny...” Becca asked, her face scrunched up. “Wait…OH! The one dude that always followed after Y/N back in high school?” 

“I never followed after her.” Johnny grumbled. Despite the protest, you could tell he was enjoying the banter since his chest rumbled with laughter, ever so slightly. “She followed me.”

“Whatever, John Jun Suh.” You retorted, using his full name. You never used his full name unless it was to tease him or when you were mad with him. “You were following me, along with all the boys that were in my fan group. Goes to show that I was a beauty back in high school.”

Upon hearing the words coming from your lips, Johnny gave a side look, his eyes soft. His big smile turned into a small soft one. He replied in Korean, so Tori and Becca couldn’t hear. “You still are beautiful.” 

“Hyung.” Doyoung frowned, obviously catching what the second eldest member said. “Don’t be flirting with Y/N-noona like that. You know how she gets.”

“Johnny,” Taeyong started, eyes flickering back and forth between the two of you. It was clear that the boys would be speaking in Korean, since they wouldn’t want the girls to know what was going on. “I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to be casually flirting with Y/N.”

“Yeah, especially with what happened.” Jaehyun muttered, slightly concerned about how this was going to go down. Yuta nodded next to him.

“Are you guys dating?” Becca interrupted everyone as she pointed to you and Johnny. “Because you two look really friendly.”

Jaehyun responded with wide eyes but you shook your head, signaling that you had it under control.

“It’s okay, guys.” You smiled at them. Suddenly wrapping your arms around Johnny’s neck, you gazed up at him. “You owe me for this. And don’t think I forgive you too.”

And before Johnny could respond at the sudden act of you wrapping your arms around him, you stood on your toes and pressed your lips to his. 

Even you were surprised at your own actions.

What were you doing? Of all people, why is it Johnny Suh that you’re kissing?

Did you miss him that much that you just wanted to kiss him?

It couldn’t be. You and Johnny were friends. You’ve known each other for years and never once did he show any romantic interest in you or you in him.

You felt his strong arms coming to wrap around your lower back, his fingers lingering on the span of naked skin that was exposed from your clubbing outfit. You felt him tightening his hold on you, his soft lips slowly moving against yours, the deep breaths he took, the rise and fall of his chest. Your bodies were so close that you could feel his rapid heartbeat through the layers of his clothes and it made you wonder if he could feel yours.

You mentally scolded yourself, wondering why you were doing this. No, you shouldn’t have done it. You shouldn’t have kissed him just to have your friends think that you’re friendly with him. Or dating him. What will the boys think after? That you’re suddenly making a move on the eldest NCT member?

What would Johnny think?

Johnny rested his forehead against yours as you broke the kiss, trying to get his breathing back under control. His arms were still wrapped against your lower back, your own still around his neck. His eyes were closed, a small chuckle escaping from his lips. “Y/N…”

“Don’t.” You whispered, slightly shaking your head against his. “Don’t ruin the moment because it won’t happen again.”

He kept quiet, as if he was contemplating your words. He pulled his head back some, still holding on to you as he stared down at your face. “I─”

“We’ll leave you two lovebirds alone.” You heard Tori call out. Shit, you forgot about them. You glanced over to where she stood, her arms latched onto Yuta's right arm and Jaehyun’s left arm. The boys had confused expressions on their faces and looked at Johnny for some sort of guidance.

“Yeah, you two probably have a lot to catch up since it’s been a year since you last saw each other.” Becca nodded and you noticed that she too, had her arms latched onto Taeyong and Haechan. “So we’ll go back into the club with the guys.”

“You guys can drink, right?” Tori asked Jaehyun, who nodded in return. You watched as they walked into the club and you couldn’t help but stifle a chuckle when you saw the look on Mark’s face when he realized that he had to translate for everyone.

“Johnny-hyung!” Haechan called out, as Jaehyun shot you both a look. “Don’t do anything stupid!”

“What did he say?” Becca asked Mark, stopping momentarily as she nodded at Haechan. Mark shrugged in response as Becca just smiled and dragged the poor guys into the club.

“I miss that laugh and smile.” You heard Johnny mutter, still aware that his arms were settled on your lower back. He gave you a boyish grin and you couldn’t help but bite the inside of your cheeks before you let out a weird shriek. “So…can we talk about what’s going on between us?”

You shrugged yourself out of his grasp, moving away to put some distance between you both. Now this was awkward. Really awkward. You ran a hand through your hair and gestured to you both. “This kiss that happened between you and I, forget about it. It never happened.”

“Y/N.” Johnny started, coming to stand in front of you. “If you’re still mad about what happened a year ago─”

“I am!” You interrupted him and looked away. Did he not understand that what he said made you furious? “I’m still mad at you, Johnny. That fight, those words…I still remember it so clearly. I thought we were best friends and nothing could come between us, but I guessed wrong. What happened when we suddenly started fighting? What happened that made things take a wrong turn?”

“He happened.” Johnny muttered, looking down at the ground. “Ever since he came into the picture, things have changed between us. You started hanging out with him and his members more than you hung out with me and the rest of the guys. You’d blow off our plans to do other things with them.”

“You were mad because I had other friends?” You asked, with an airy sigh. “Johnny, you’re my best friend. Even if I made new friends, you’re the most important one. We grew up together.”

“Yeah. But people change Y/N.” Johnny said as he stepped in front of you and laid a hand on your arm. “You changed and I changed.”

You looked up at him and shrugged his hand off. “Because of him, huh? Because I was getting closer to him than anyone else.”

“He wasn’t good for you Y/N.” Johnny muttered as he returned the stare. “Anyone is better than him.”

“Like who?” You asked, watching as he averted his eyes. “The boys? You?”

“You know I’m only looking out for you.” Johnny replied back as he bit his lower lip. “You’re one of my best friends and I want what’s best for you. Taeil or Taeyong, heck even Jaehyun, was a better choice.”

Friends, huh? 

Why was that a slight blow? Did you want something more from him? Were you expecting something else from him? You just felt disappointed and you didn’t even know why.

You just wanted to hear something else. Something that showed that he saw you as a woman and not a friend.

Even something little.

“Don’t deny that you guys aren’t together.” Johnny said, as he stuffed his hands in his pocket, and blew his hair from his face. “I know you too damn well to know when you lie to me.”

“Even a year later, nothing escapes you huh?” You muttered, as you crossed your arms across your chest. “Things wouldn’t have turned out this way if I hadn’t gone to his place in the middle of the night and kept my legs closed.”

“Wait, what? You slept with him?” Johnny asked, his voice somehow getting a bit loud. The wrinkles started to form on his forehead as he furrowed his eyebrows. “Tell me you’re kidding.”

You bit your lip and shook your head. “I’m not kidding Johnny. We had sex a few times. I never told you because I know how you get.”

“Y/N─” Johnny started but you shook my head.

“See, you’re doing it again.” You interrupted him as he ran a hand through his hair. “Can we not fight again, Johnny? I’m getting tired of always fighting with my best friend.”

“I’m not going to argue with you or anything.” Johnny sighed as he crossed his arms. “I just wished you’d told me. Then I could have prevented it from happening.”

“Prevented what? Having sex with him?” He nodded in reply and you let out an exasperated sigh. “I’m a grown woman who has urges, Johnny. I don’t prevent you from having sex with other girls.”

“What other girls?” He asked, blinking a few times.

“Don’t play dumb with me.” You muttered. “What girl wouldn’t want to sleep with a handsome guy like you?”

“Oh?” He raised his eyebrows. “So that explains everything, huh?”

“Shut up.” You rolled your eyes. You were curious about why he never wanted you to date others. “Besides, I fell for his sweet stupid words and lies. Why don’t you want me dating other men? You can’t be jealous, can you?”

He turned away quickly and you caught a slight nod of his head. Just a slight nod. “Yeah, I get pretty jealous. It’s because…”

“Because…?” You cocked your head slightly, waiting for an answer.

“You’re my best friend.”

“Bullshit.”

“It’s because Jaehyun likes you.” He muttered, averting his gaze away. He looked over to the small crowd that gathered around the venue’s door. “That’s why.”

“Jaehyun?” You scoffed. You knew Jawhyun didn’t like you. “Yeah right. Jaehyun’s in love with himself. What’s the real reason?”

“Okay, okay!” Johnny turned back towards you and took a deep sigh, before pulling you into his arms. He took you by surprise as he tightened his hold. He rested his chin on your head so that you couldn’t see his face. But his heart was beating pretty fast. “After I tell you this, I’m not sure if we can go back to what we were before. But still I have to say this. I like you Y/N. I tried to hold it down but I can’t do it anymore. It took me a long time to say this…but I really, really like you. Fuck, I might even love you.”

“Wait. What?” Before you could even let out another sound, he silenced you with a kiss. It was different from the one you gave him earlier. His was soft and tender and you couldn’t help but revel in it. It was different from other kisses you’ve had with other men and...you can’t believe you’re actually saying it...but you really like it.

“Johnny, say it again.” You breathed out in between kisses.

“Please don’t make me say it again.” He muttered against your lips, resting his forehead against yours. Johnny cupped your face with one of his big palms, his thumb softly caressing your cheek.

You let out an oddly satisfying sigh. “Or you’ll do what?”

“Geezes, woman.” He chuckled lightly before pecking you softly on the lips again. “You drive me crazy.”

Johnny wanted to hold hands in the club, but you weren’t quite ready yet. At least not mentally. Sure you both exchanged a couple more kisses here and there before making your way back into the venue. Sure your best friends thought that Johnny and you were a couple.

But you weren’t so sure about the boys. Hell, you don’t even know about your own damn feelings.

Were you a couple? Were you officially a thing?

Did you like Johnny like how he likes you? Or has it been so long since you felt the touch of another man, that your body is just yearning for him? Yeah, it had to be that. You had to be sexually frustrated to even think of sleeping with your best friend.

God, does he look good right now.

NO. NO. NO. NO. 

Y/N, stop it. You’re just a bit horny all because Johnny just kissed you.

Stop it.

You looked over at him as he conversed with Tori and Becca, no doubt catching up on old times. As if sensing that you were looking at him, he turned his head to look at you and sent you a smile that made you weak in the knees and momentarily short of breath.

“You okay there, Y/N?” He asked in Korean, swiping at the hair that fell into his eyes. “Are you tired? Do you want to rest for a bit?”

You shook my head. “I’m okay, Johnny. Where are the boys? I haven’t seen them since we got back into the club.”

“Jaehyun went to the bar with Doyoung.” Johnny pointed towards the bar where you saw the three members waiting on their drinks. “Jungwoo went to the restroom and Mark, Haechan, Taeyong and Yuta are dancing in the corner over there.”

“Does he really dance like that?” Tori asked as she watched Taeyong dance.

“Yep.” Johnny nodded. “He’s one of the main dancers.”

The boys came back to your cozy spot at the club and settled themselves comfortably in the lush seats. Although not as fluent in English as Johnny, Mark or Jaehyun, the boys conversed in English as they tried to get to know Tori and Becca better.

“Where are you guys staying?” You randomly asked Johnny as he fiddled with the beer bottle in his hand. He opened another one and handed it to you. “At a hotel?”

“Nah, I’m crashing back at home for the duration of our stay here. The boys are at a hotel.” Johnny chuckled as he pulled out his phone and showed a recent picture he took with his mom. “Mom is pretty happy that I’m back home for once. Oh yeah, are you staying with your parents?”

“No, I got my own place.” You replied, as you cooed over the picture, complimenting how cute his mom was. “Mom and Dad were pretty disappointed that I moved out.”

“Because you keep bringing guys over?” Johnny joked as he slid his phone back into his pocket.

“It’s because I don’t bring guys over.” You rolled your eyes and Johnny couldn’t help but laugh.

“But imagine the look on our parents' faces if they knew we hooked up.” Johnny chuckled as he took a drink of his beer. So you were just hooking up, huh? “My mom would make you move in ASAP.”

“Not unless my mom makes you move in her house instead.” You laughed as well. “They live down the street, so I don’t understand why they make such a big deal over it.”

Johnny leaned back in his seat and looked over at you. His eyes seemed to roam along your whole body and for once, you felt pretty self-conscious around him. “It must be nice to have your own place though. I share a room with Haechan in the dorms.”

“You’d think by now you’d have your own place with the way you are bringing girls home.” You raised your eyebrows teasingly at him. “Hey, I had a weird thought. Did you want to stop by my place maybe later tonight?”

“Holy shit, Y/N.” Johnny let out, his chest rumbling in laughter.

Shit.

Did you really just say that? Did you really invite Johnny to come back to your apartment later? What in the hell is wrong with you?

You looked towards the others and noticed that Tori and Becca talked about some random hottie they saw on the dance floor. The boys seemed distracted by a group of young men and women dancing in front of them, Taeyong debating if he wanted to join them. But the look Johnny gave you, made you curse myself.

“Yah, Y/N.” Johnny started in Korean as he scooted closer to you, his hand snaking around your waist and pulling you closer. “Are you inviting me over to your place to have fun?”

“Forget I said anything.” You rolled your eyes at him. “Who’d want to have fun with you?”

“Hey, you’re the one who said that girls can’t resist a handsome man like me.” Johnny chuckled as his fingers tapped against your naked midriff. “I’m handsome. I can dance. I have a deep voice for singing and rapping...”

“Dammit, Johnny.” You cursed aloud, the others looking your way. They raised their eyebrows before continuing their conversations and whatever the hell they were doing. “I hate you. I really hate you.”

Johnny moved his body even closer to yours and raised his eyebrows. “So onto a very touchy subject...How was sex with Hyunsik?”

Why did he bring that up? “It was okay, I guess.”

Im Hyunsik, one of BTOB’s vocalists and the father of majority of their music. The man you’ve slept with on numerous occasions. The man you had a scandal with. When was it that you started that forbidden relationship with Hyunsik?

Ah.

You were also promoting with the girl group you were in as well. You remembered after your performances, NCT 127 invited your group out for drinks but the other girls declined since they were quite a bit younger. 

You met the members of BTOB at the restaurant you went to and despite being attached to the members of NCT at the hip, the guys in BTOB seemed to attract your interest. And before you knew it, you started to hang out with them more and become friends with them. You vaguely remember Hyunsik asking you to meet up with him alone one time but how the relationship progressed from being just friends to friends who have sex with each other...you don’t remember at all.

“Oh?” Johnny raised his eyebrows. “Hm…. I would’ve thought that Im Hyunsik would’ve blown your mind. I mean he is a great vocalist and probably has lots of skills.”

“Yah. Keep your dirty thoughts to yourself, Johnny Suh.” You muttered, seemingly distracted by him. “And stop mentioning his name. It’s weird.”

“So then you don’t mind me asking…” Johnny smirked as he leaned his face closer to yours. “What do you think about us going to your place and just fuck?”

“What did you just say, Johnny?” You heard him wrong, right?

Johnny gave you a slight smirk, his long fingers touching, caressing, my naked midriff. You could see from the corner of your eyes that Tori and Becca were watching you both and if the boys saw it too, they probably ignored it. “You know what I said. Let’s go back to your place. Unleash the beast. Let this soldier have the spoils of war. Fuck.”

“Did you compare yourself as a soldier and me as the spoils of war?” You asked, scrunching your nose. You could care less about his vulgar language considering you used it pretty often, but did this guy really compare himself to a soldier?

“Did you like that? It was good, huh?” He asked, pretty proud of himself for coming up with that analogy. “Man, I’m a genius.”

“What a loser.” You rolled your eyes and looked at him. Just because he was being a tease, you thought you’d tease him back by running a finger down his chest. He took a sharp breath, his eyes wide. “But I’m down to let this soldier surround himself in his spoils of war.”

“Geezes, woman.” Johnny let out as he tried to control his breathing. “Were you like this with Hyunsik?”

“Yah,” you frowned and stopped. “Didn’t I say not to mention his name?”

He frowned as he grabbed hold of your finger. “Well, I don’t know what type of things you do with Hyunsik. Did you tease him like this too?”

You shook your head. “No. He did most of the teasing.”

His face lit up when you said that. He looked like a happy child at the candy store, surrounded by a whole bunch of sweets. “Ouuu~ So I get to experience sweet little Y/N’s teasing.”

“Go get a room, you two.” Tori called out, Becca nodding beside her. “We know you guys missed each other but come on.”

“Yeah. Go explore each other elsewhere.” Becca added, holding in her laugh. She turned to Tori, a big smile on her face. “I can’t believe today is the day we see Y/N with a guy.”

“And not even telling us about him, at all.” Tori shook her head in disappointment. “How could you not tell us that you had a boyfriend? Were you scared that we wouldn’t approve of Johnny?”

“I forgot to be honest.” You shrugged. You and Johnny were not a couple. You’d probably never be. At least you think so. “And you were always annoyed with Johnny back in high school. If I remember correctly, you kept getting annoyed with him whenever he signed up for the talent show.”

“Well this was before he started to sound so good!” Tori exclaimed, giving Johnny a sad frown. But it was only for a little while until her expression changed into that of a fangirl. 

“And before he started to look this good too.” Becca raised an eyebrow in appreciation. “Damn, what a glow-up. Y/N, you lucky bitch.”

“Stop giving him googly eyes, Becca.” You pinched her arm and she jumped in response. You gave her a small smile. “He’ll start getting a big head if you compliment him like that.”

Taeyong was sitting across from us, shaking his head in disapproval as the girls and Johnny laughed. He spoke in Korean, giving you and Johnny a frown. “Johnny, didn’t we tell you not to flirt with Y/N like that?”

“They haven’t seen each other in a year because of you-know-who and now they’re back to being normal.” Doyoung pouted.

Normal? Things did not get back to being normal, Doyoung. 

If anything, it took a weird turn. 

You had the biggest fight ever with Johnny a year ago, got reunited with him a few hours ago, kissed him like thirty minutes ago while he confessed to liking you, and now he wants to have sex with you. That’s normal? 

Oh, Kim Doyoung, you cute, innocent man.

“So noona and hyung are back to being friends?” Haechan asked as he shook his leg to the music.

Jungwoo shrugged. “I think so. Hyung, are you and noona back to being friends?”

Johnny looked at you, a mischievous smirk on his face. “Oh yeah. We’re back to being friends. Right, Y/N?”

That wink. Why did he have to do that? Be still your heart.

Johnny is just your best friend. Just your best friend of many, many years. A friend who is apparently attracted to you. Nothing more, nothing less… 

But what if…? No. 

You doubt Hyunsik will care about what you did or who you do. And if he does, you’d deal with that matter the next time you’re in Seoul.

If you ever return.

“Yeah, we’re back to being friends.” You nodded, not letting Johnny’s suggestive tone get to you. “Oh yeah. Do you guys want to go to my apartment so we can just chill and catch up?”

Johnny furrowed his eyebrows, when he heard you invite the others. 

Johnny Suh, I can not be alone with you anytime soon. You are apparently not good for my heart.

“It’s okay, Y/N. It’s kind of getting a bit late out so we’ll visit tomorrow if you don’t mind.” Taeyong smiled, the others agreeing.

“Johnny could walk you home though.” Mark nudged Johnny playfully. “Right?”

“Yeah. I don’t mind.” Johnny chuckled, glad that the boys were bailing.

Damn. 

You thought you could get away with it, but apparently not. You told the girls that you were going to head home and they happily saw you and Johnny off. It had taken you about maybe fifteen minutes to walk back to your apartment since you didn’t live that far from the club. You opened your door and let Johnny in, he took off his shoes and slowly padded into your territory.

Your somewhat empty territory.

“Yeah… Sorry it looks empty.” You muttered as you scratched the back of your head. Your living room barely had any furniture apart from the couch, a coffee table, the TV, and a keyboard on one side of the wall. Your kitchen only had the basics such as a microwave, a coffee pot, and a few pots and pans scattered around the counter. “I haven’t had the time or money to buy more things.”

“I hope you don’t sleep on the floor.” Johnny shook his head as he took in the condition of the apartment.

“Nah, my bedroom is the only place that has the most furniture.” You laughed as he plopped himself on the couch. “I spend most of my time there anyway. Writing lyrics, composing music, playing the guitar, and sleep.”

“You still playing the guitar?” Johnny asked, his eyebrows raised.

“Yeah. Just because I couldn’t when I was an idol doesn’t mean I stopped playing it.” You muttered as you sat next to him. “Now that I’m no longer in the group, I could write my own music and play the guitar all I want.”

“I want to hear one of your songs one day.” Johnny took your hand in his big ones and entwined your fingers together. “You’re amazing, you know that?”

“I know. You’re amazing too.” You smiled up at him, he returned an even bigger smile.

“I really am sorry, Y/N.” Johnny muttered as he brought his other hand to tuck your hair behind your ears. “If I had the chance to return back to that time, I would have told you how I felt, how I like you. You would’ve been mine and you wouldn’t have been in this predicament. You wouldn’t have this scandal staining your reputation. You could have been happy with me.”

“I get it. And I accept your apology.” You gave him a soft smile. “But what’s done is done, Johnny. We can only move forward.”

“Moving forward, huh?” He let out a small laugh before leaning his body closer to yours, his hands on my waist. “Let’s move forward together.”

He closed the distance between you both and sensually placed a trail of kisses down your collarbone. Oh God. You loved it when he did that.

“So I guess we should talk about the future then.” Johnny stated as he bit your neck softly, his teeth grazing your skin.

“Uh huh.” You hummed as he trailed kisses down your shoulder, nibbling on your skin gently. “The future.”

“I don’t want to put you in this difficult position.” He looked up at you, those warm brown eyes brightening up.

Difficult position? As in sexually frustrated?

As in sexually frustrated, wanting to devour you?

Whoops. Way to give him ideas.

But no, you wanted to move forward, make something real. Even if it was just a one night stand even though you wanted more.

“Then what do you want?” You smirked, knowing exactly where this was heading. The kiss became harder, the movements more passionate. You grind your hips against his as he moaned in pleasure, both of you breaking away for a second to catch your breath.

“What I want is you. For as long as I want. I don’t want to leave your side anymore.” His words sent chills down your spine, goosebumps appearing on your skin. “I want to spend every waking moment with you. Whether we’re in Korea or America. Even if it’s just eating meals together, walking through the park, working out, watching movies, singing karaoke, spending holidays with each other, I want to spend every single second of my life with you. All of you.”

Wait, hold up. What? “What did you say?”

“Everything I said.” He grinned, a dimple appearing on his left cheek. “All of it. Every word.”

“You’re crazy.” You whispered. You hadn’t expected him to say that. Of course, you had hoped that he liked you but that was taking it to another level.

“Am I?” He asked, cupping your cheek with his hand. “Tell me. Is that crazy?”

You’d never thought someone could love you that much. Someone who wasn’t family or a lover. But Johnny loves you that much. You’re loved by someone else other than yourself. By someone who also made you feel special. Loved. 

You squeezed his hand tight, loving the feeling of his rough thumb running circles over your palm. “No, Johnny. You’re not crazy. I’m speechless.”

His lips met yours again, his tongue pushing its way past your lips, teasing you. You parted your mouth, welcoming his tongue inside, caressing yours, dancing along them in perfect harmony. It felt like nothing you had ever experienced before, every touch, every kiss, every movement meant something, each syllable spoken and breathed into your ear created memories to last forever. It was as if nothing existed outside of this moment right now, this connection between the two of you.

You broke the kiss and rested your forehead against his, breathing heavily.

“You’re too good to me.” You muttered. “How am I supposed to reciprocate this?”

“What do you mean?” Johnny cocked his eyebrow, clearly not understanding your question.

“I don’t deserve you.” You admitted, tears starting to form in your eyes. “Not after what happened. Not after how I left.”

“Y/N…” Johnny pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Please don’t cry. I can’t handle seeing you sad. Don’t cry, baby. Please don’t cry.”

“Why are you doing this to me?” You cried as he held onto you tighter. "I should hate you for pushing me away. But I don't. I can't."

"I know I shouldn't have gotten mad." Johnny started. "For me to blame you was wrong. So fucking wrong. That was all me. I got jealous. I was insecure. I'm just a stupid man."

"Don't apologize." You sniffled. "Apologizing means you're admitting that you're at fault. You're not at fault, Johnny. This isn't your fault. None of this is your fault."

"Y/N…" Johnny sighed, wiping the tears from your cheeks. "I've always wanted to tell you this. That I love you. That I like you. That you have this effect on me. That whenever I'm around you, my entire world stops. That I could stare at you for hours without moving a muscle. That when you touch me, it's electrifying. That when you look at me, I can't help but fall in love. That I'm not a person, I'm a pile of melting ice cream when you look at me. That I become this jumbled mess when I think of you. When I think of us. You are everything. Everything to me."

"Me too, Johnny." You giggled as you kissed him again, you pushed him back on the couch so you could straddle his lap. You ran your hands through his messy locks, brushing his bangs out of his face. "When I think of you, I'm instantly happy. Everything else fades away. Nothing matters when I'm with you. My anxiety, my fears, my doubts, my insecurities… They all go away."

"And I need you, baby. So much. Like air." Johnny brought his hand up to cup your cheek, his thumb running along your jawline. "I don't want to be without you. I need you in my life, Y/N. I need you to fill that void in my heart. You're the only one for me."

"Johnny..." Your voice cracked as you tried to speak. Your heart was racing so fast, pounding so hard that you swore it would explode. Tears continued to fall from your eyes. "Are you sure?"

"Of course, baby." He chuckled. "Do you see anyone else sitting here besides you?"

"There's no one else but you." You mumbled, placing a gentle kiss on his lips. "Only you."

"Good. Because I'll never let you go." He murmured as his hand traveled down your stomach, towards your inner thighs.

You gasped loudly as he pressed a finger between your folds. "Oh god... Oh god, oh god, oh god."

"Ah, you like that?" Johnny teased as he lightly rubbed your clit with his middle finger. "Oh, you're so wet, Y/N. So hot."

"I need you. Now." You pleaded. "Right now, Johnny. Please."

"I'm not going anywhere." He whispered against your ear.

You don’t when or how, but both of you were suddenly naked. Your legs were trembling uncontrollably as he slid two fingers inside you, causing you to moan. You weren't even close to reaching climax yet, he had to stop. You needed him to slow down, prolong the pleasure until you could no longer bear it. Until your body couldn't take any more. You moaned louder, making him smile seductively.

"I bet you like this." He murmured, spreading your pussy open. "Wanting it, craving it. Telling me that you need me, that you want me. Don't deny it. Let go, baby. Let me take control. You won't regret it."

You nodded silently, closing your eyes. You felt his lips brush against your neck, your breasts, your abdomen. He traced little hearts all across your body with his tongue. Each touch, each lick, each kiss had you gasping in pleasure. One more minute and you'd come undone, panting as you writhed against his hand. "Johnny, please..."

"That's it, baby. Come for me." Johnny whispered as he continued to rub your clit. "Come on. Cum for me. Let go. Give me everything."

It was torture. You knew that once you came, he'd stop. And you didn't want that. It was bad enough that he had put you in this situation, why did he have to ruin it by stopping? You reached down and grasped his wrist, pulling his fingers away from you. He didn't resist, merely watched as you quickly brought your lips to his hand, sucking on his fingers. You hummed as his fingers touched your tongue, tasting yourself, tasting him. You moved his fingers back to your sex, licking them clean before pushing them inside you.

"Ah fuck." Johnny groaned as he watched you do whatever you pleased with his fingers. "You're killing me, baby."

"Sorry." You hummed, kissing his fingers once more before replacing them inside you. "But I really want to cum. I need to cum."

"You're damn right you need to come." Johnny growled, bringing his other hand up to cup your breast. "You've been denied for far too long. Just thinking about it has me horny as hell."

He slowly pulled his fingers out of you, leaving you empty and unsatisfied. You whimpered as he placed his fingers back in your mouth, letting you suckle on them once more. He wrapped his arms around you, pressing your body flush against his. "God, I need to be inside you."

"Please." You panted.

"Where, baby?" Johnny questioned, his fingers tracing patterns across your stomach. "Should I go deep or shallow? Should I use my fingers or just shove my cock inside you?"

You shivered, his words making your body quiver with excitement. "Shove your cock in me, Johnny. Please."

He grinned, opening your legs wide, his erection bobbing in front of your face. "I'm going to fuck you so hard, Y/N." He whispered, lightly running his thumb over your nipple. "So very hard."

You grabbed onto his shoulders, clinging onto him as he positioned himself between your legs. He pressed forward, his length rubbing against your slit, causing you to squirm and moan.

"Yes, baby. So beautiful." Johnny mumbled, lowering himself so that the head of his cock brushed against your entrance. "I want to slide inside you so badly."

"Please." You whined, biting down on your lip as he pushed forward slightly. The head of his cock slipped inside you, stretching you gently. His shaft pushed against the walls of your vagina, forcing you to widen your legs slightly. You arched your back as he penetrated you deeper, sighing as he filled you completely. "Oh god... You're so big, Johnny."

"Damn, you feel amazing." Johnny groaned as he began to thrust inside you.

"Goddamn, you feel amazing." Johnny echoed as he continued to thrust in and out of you.

You clung onto his shoulders, rocking your hips back and forth, meeting his thrusts perfectly. Each thrust caused you to moan louder, your body begging for more. "Fuck, Johnny. Please fuck me harder. Harder, faster."

"Give me everything, baby." Johnny panted as he fucked you hard. "All of you. Cum for me."

You gave him everything. Every bit of yourself. Giving in to his demands, accepting his commands, doing whatever he asked of you. Doing anything he told you to. All because he made you feel so fucking amazing. As you exploded around him, your orgasm pulsating within your womb, you came apart in his arms, screaming his name over and over again.

“Fuck! Johnny!”

"Oh god, baby." Johnny whispered as he slowed his thrusts. "I've never felt anything like that before. I'm cumming."

You closed your eyes, enjoying the sensation. You wrapped your arms around his neck, locking your legs around his waist, grinding against him as he shot his load inside you. He collapsed against you, both of you catching your breath.

"Holy shit, that was intense." You laughed, kissing him on the lips. "I haven't cum like that in like a year."

"Fucking hell, Y/N." Johnny cursed, wiping sweat off his brow. "You took my breath away."

"You did that to me." You laughed, grinning as you snuggled into his chest. "Let's go to bed. My bedroom is right over there."

"Yeah." Johnny smiled. "Bed sounds great."

"So does being in your arms." You smiled as you leaned in to kiss him.

"It doesn't get much better than this, Y/N." Johnny said softly, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

You woke up to the sound of your phone ringing on the bedside table next to you. Slowly getting up, you rubbed your eyes, the sunlight glaring through the curtains. You picked up your phone and looked at the screen, groaning when you saw Mark's name lighting up.

Pressing the green icon on your phone screen, you pressed the cellular device against your ear.

“Ugh, it’s so early, Mark. What do you want?” You muttered out, the blankets pooling around your waist. Your skin was sticky from the aftermath of whatever occurred during the previous night.

“Good morning to you too, sleeping beauty. Johnny over there?”

“Mmhmm. Why?” You let out, a muscular arm reaching out from the covers to squeeze your hip. You slapped his hand away, prompting him to peek his head out from the sheets to frown at you.

“He ain't answering his phone. Plus his mom keeps calling us.”

 “What did you tell her?”

“We said something about him meeting up with old friends and spending the night there or something.” You heard him mutter from the other side. There were groans from the distance and someone muttering about coffee, so you assumed the boys were all getting up from their sleep. “Just call his mom and let her know that you finally slept with her precious son.”

“Yah. Why do I have to be the one to tell his mom that we finally fucked?” You asked, looking at the man next to you, a mischievous smile on his face.

“Because you’re close to his parents. I mean your parents and his parents are friends right?”

“Yeah… But I don’t want to tell Johnny's mom that we had sex.” You groaned out, Johnny chuckling softly next to you. “It’s just so weird. Johnny's mom would probably tell my mom. And then my mom would probably tell me to lock Johnny down...”

“Well...not my problem! Have fun!”

“Yah! Mark Lee! Mark! He hung up.” You frowned when you noticed he disconnected the call. Shaking your head and leaving the warmth of your bed and Johnny's arms, you grabbed the closest towel you could find. You went to the other side of the bed and shook the muscular figure. “Johnny, stop pretending to be asleep. Go call your mom.”

“And tell my mom that we had wild, passionate sex?” Johnny grinned, suggestively raising one eyebrow.

“Nevermind. Don’t.” You shook your head. “I don’t want your mom to suddenly be treating me differently just because I took her son’s virginity.”

“I was not a virgin and you know it.” Johnny pouted. “Otherwise, you wouldn’t have been screaming my name so loudly last night.”

“I hate you Johnny Suh.” You replied back, your cheeks suddenly turning pink. You had to admit...he was good in bed.

“Mmhmm, I know. Are you going to shower?” Johnny muttered against the bedsheets, his eyes soft. You nodded. “Want me to join you?”

“If you did that, we’d never leave my apartment.” You chuckled as you gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. You moved towards the bathroom and gave him a small smile. “Can you start the coffee while I grab the shower first?”

“Why don’t we just shower together?” Johnny muttered as he sat up in bed, scratching his bare chest. “It’ll save us time.”

“You make a good point…” You scrunch your nose and then shake your head. “But no. Knowing you, we’ll be doing other things than shower.”

“Damn. It was worth a try.” Johnny mumbled under his breath as you chuckled and retreated to the bathroom. Swinging his feet out of bed and shrugging on his jeans, he made his way towards the kitchen to start up the coffee maker. He looked towards the bathroom, noticing that the door was wide open. “How do you like your coffee!?”

“Black please!” You called out through the bathroom door, the sound of the shower running.

Johnny chuckled, walking away from the coffee maker as it continued brewing. He went into the bathroom and leaned against the doorframe, eyebrows raised as he made out your silhouette behind the shower curtains. “You sure you don’t want it sweet and creamy like me?”

“You’re so weird Johnny.” You peeked out from the curtains and made a face. You nodded towards the shower. “But since you were being such a cutie by making coffee, you might as well join me.”

“Score!” He called out, discarding whatever clothing he had on and joined you in the shower.

[lloromanic0]

Bill Kaulitz eating you out. That’s all thank you.

It was a cold winter evening, Bill was laying on top of you while you played with his hair.

“Bill let me get up I’ll get us something to warm to drink .”

“Hhmm but you’re so warm,you’re going to leave me here freezing to death.” He whined, dramatically placing the back of his hand on his forehead.

“You’re such a drama queen.” You started to tickle him so he would get off you.

After laughing from all the tickling he looked at you with mad expression, you kissed him on the forehead and went to the kitchen.

While you were preparing some tea with honey, Bill came to the kitchen to join you.He just stood there looking at you, probably still mad that you tickled him just to get him off you.

After adding peppermint leaves to the boiled water,you got a spoon and added some honey to it accidentally dripping some on your fingers. You licked one of them tasting the sweet honey.

“Hhmm!” You exclaimed “This honey is so good Bill, try it.”

You extended your hand to him, your honey coated fingers almost touching his lips.

He shyly stuck his tongue out licking the tip of your middle finger, sliding his tongue down to lick between your middle and index finger.

Your face got hot seeing him lick your fingers so eagerly almost like he was enjoying it more than he should.

“So sweet…” he whispered pulling away from your, now clean fingers, making long eye contact with you.

You pulled Bill closer to you kissing him hungrily, he placed his hands on your hips rubbing them as he moaned in your mouth while you scratched his back and started to pull him down by the back of his shirt.

Bill was now on his knees looking up to you waiting for instructions, you sat on the kitchen counter spreading your legs as you winked at him.

“You know what to do baby.”

He placed his hands on your tights slowly massaging them, working his way up to your waist pulling your pants down to your ankles. As much as you pretended not to get affected by his touch the wet spot on your panties betrayed you.

Bill licked the wet spot over and over, making you tremble and whimper. After teasing you through your panties he pulled them down exposing your puffy clit and drenched hole, he bit his lower lip getting his mouth close to you pussy giving it one slick lick from your hole to your clit.

He sucked hard on you clit making you moan loudly and pull his hair each time he sucked that sweet stop of yours that he loved so much. Now using his tongue to pleasure your hole and his hand to move circles on your clit, you cried in pleasure from the double stimulation.

“Fuckkk yes Bill just like that- you’re so good for me- yeah~”

The praise made him smile internally and eat your pussy with much more dedication.

He loved pleasuring you, you could say he loved this as much as you did, for him your pleasure was always a priority.

He moved his tongue back to your clit sucking and licking it and at the same time bringing his hand up to your inner thighs teasing you, slowly making his way up to your hole easily inserting two fingers in, pumping them at a steady pace.

The way he was sucking made you go numb, it felt like he was made for this, you locked his head between your tights feeling like you were going to cum soon.

“I’m cumming Bill- shit…don’t stop.”

He curled his fingers inside you making you squeeze your tights even harder around his head and finally cumming all over his face.

He slightly pulled away just to look at your face,your heart beating fast as you tried to calm yourself down. He got up,now being at eye level with you, you wiped his chin with your hand and kissed him deeply breaking the kiss to whisper “I love you so much Bill”

“I love you too Y/N”

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Note: Thank you all sm for enjoying my writing it makes very happy! Please send me requests or if you think I could improve my work in anyway lmk. xo

[waitmyturtles]

I stopped writing about Kidnap the Series about a quarter into the series because it was clearly designed to deliver the memeable romantic moments that GMMTV prioritizes these days for its number one goal, social media engagement. [And the series did this so well that many Kidnap-related social media accounts on Twitter got either banned or shadowbanned for explicit (??? get outta here, Elon) content, so the series actually did its damn thing.]

There wasn't enough plot material to actually criticize, which is my priority on this blog, so I gave my writing a rest. But: I did give the series a full watch out of deference to my insatiable stanning of the Series Y king, Ohm Pawat, and...

I'm here to say that I am not complaining about that final episode at all. I'm actually, surprisingly, happy with it!

Before I get into this, let me just first say that Kidnap didn't do something that many of the very big GMMTV series have done lately: it did not tread into disingenuous narrative waters. It didn't make thematic contradictions or leave open plot holes (Wandee Goodday), it didn't punish characters for real-life moral or ethical slips (Only Friends), it didn't jump story beats to design questionable moments without prior established emotional context (Last Twilight, 23.5).

Kidnap was sappy, very often repetitive and boring, but it wasn't offensively disingenuous, and it didn't ask its audience to hold back its understanding and expectations of how humanity generally functions. (Expect for the fact that the series had a very loose grip on the exact definition of "kidnapping," BUT ANYWAY.)

But anyway: I didn't expect the final episode to be rooted in Q's and Mhen's recoveries. And I loved that. The show didn't forget the framework in which it set up its main romance. Min is and was always a caretaker. He allowed that caretaking to obstruct his progress forward in life, whether vis à vis Nong Mhen or his Q. Both Mhen and Q asked Min to move forward from them, by the both of them taking accountability for their health, in part to allow Min to loosen his shackles (heh) on his perceived responsibilities to them.

I liked that! That was a responsible move by the show to not tilt the emotional scales in a direction that would have Min continue to take on a burden of taking care of people who, with a little help, could learn to take care of themselves.

And I'm a sucker for a therapeutic process. I'll take a quibble at the suggestion that Q "throw away" memories (since, cough cough, it could be about re-contextualizing the literal time spent and the value that an individual places on certain memories cough cough, but different strokes for different therapists), but honestly, having the entire episode framed on Q's mental health progress warmed my cockles. More mental health discussions in dramas!

I was baseline hoping for a potentially more campy or comedic take on crime and kidnapping when this show started, a kind of ironic approach that I know the acting of Ohm Pawat could take on, but that's asking a lot from a studio that's pumping out quantity over quality at the moment. I'm just very glad this show didn't end with me tilting my head to the side with question marks flying out in a thought cloud. It was, overall, a pleasant and warm watch, something worth fast-forwarding through during the holidays for the smoochy moments after one too many glasses of wine (heh heh).

And it looks like the branded pair of OhmLeng is permanent now, so I hope for a better script for these guys in the near future. Leng needs a LOT more acting classes -- but these two have chemistry in spades, and that chemistry could be used well in a better script.

[jerzwriter]

This was entirely too much fun! To answer the question for Day 5 of @tobias-carrick-appreciation-week - WWTD? He's accidentally opened a package that belongs to someone else, and the contents are very embarrassing... what does he do?

Book: Open Heart (Post Series Timeline) Pairing: Tobias x Casey Carrick (F!MC) Rating: Teen Words: 1,800 Summary: Tobias is the first one home, and when the lights go out, he accidentally opens the wrong package, and he's in for quite a surprise. Can Casey help him through it? Or is the man scarred for life?

A/N: Participating in @julychallenge Vulnerable, Emotional, Intimidation, Drama, and maybe even Grief. lol

Tobias pulled into the driveway behind his townhome under darkened skies. His hopes of getting home before the skies opened were dashed, and the flimsy newspaper he held above his head did nothing to prevent the soaking he had hoped to avoid. He sighed with relief when he stepped under the front door awning.

A two-car garage, he thought to himself. Another reason to convince Casey that they should sell the townhome and buy a house in the suburbs. It was a hard sell... he loved Boston, and so did she, but with a baby on the way, there was a good argument to be made. The biggest argument of all was his mother buying a condo just two blocks away. His beloved South-End neighborhood was about to change drastically, and he wasn’t sure he could cope.

His shoulders slouched as he reached down and picked up several packages on his front step before going inside. It was hopeless. Casey would never agree to it. He'd already tried before.

“Tobias, she's not going to be here all the time. She just wants a place nearby when she comes to Boston. With the baby on the way, she wants to be around more, and she'll be a big help to us. Besides, would you rather she just stay here with us when she visits?”

“NO!” He hollered out loud, suddenly relieved that he was the only one home.

He loved his mother, he truly did, and he even agreed having her around more once the baby arrived would be good for everyone involved. But Vivian Carrick had taken up residence with them three weeks before to oversee the work being done at her new place, and he was being reminded of why he and his mother did best when they didn't spend too much time together.

He placed the packages on the kitchen table and found a note on the fridge.

Darlings, Don’t wait for me to have dinner. I expect to be home late tonight. Love, Mom

“Yes!” He grinned, pumping a victorious fist in the air.

Casey would be home in a couple of hours, and they could have the place to themselves for a bit. He could spoil his beautiful wife as he saw fit without any competition from Mom. They could cuddle on the couch—clothing optional—and if things moved according to plan, well, they wouldn’t have to keep the volume down. A definite win!

A loud thunderclap rattled the windows, and the room lit up with the lightning strike that followed; then, everything went dark.

“Damn it!” he cursed, grateful for the bit of light that remained in the sky; he grabbed the package addressed to him and headed upstairs.

After changing out of his wet clothes, he returned to bed and opened the box. After breaking the tape and removing the packaging, he was in for a pleasant surprise.

“Oh.... nice,” he hummed with a salacious grin. His fingers traced the red lace on the teddy he already pictured on his gorgeous wife. The effects were almost instant. “Simmer down, big boy,” he said to his favorite appendage. "It's been a long day, and you need to take a nap before she gets home.”

There was another bit of lingerie as well, bit being the operative word, and then behind that...

“Well, well, well,” he beamed with approval. “Looks like we’re in for a very good time!”

He had to be the luckiest man alive. With morning sickness now in the past, their sex life had bounced right back to where it was... but that got him thinking... he Googled what sex toys were safe to use during pregnancy – after all, he was a horny bastard, but he was a protective husband and dad-to-be before all. With a bit of reassurance from the internet, he put the items back in the box, and then it hit him... what if she had wanted this to be a surprise? Feeling guilty, he repackaged the box and left a little note on top.

Hey Baby, I accidentally opened this, but don't worry! I didn’t see a thing... but I’m dying to know what you bought. xo

He hopped under the covers with a smile, knowing his wife would be home when he woke, and several hours later, that came to be. Casey leaned over to wake him with a gentle kiss on his forehead, and he awoke with a smile.

“How was your day, baby?” He asked groggily.

“I can’t complain. But I’m happy to be home with you."

“And I'm glad you're here,” he simpered, tugging her down to join him. “Good news! Ma is going to be out tonight... so we’ve got the place to ourselves.”

“Oooh,” Casey groaned, her husband already nibbling at her ear. “What are you doing?”

“Mmmhh... it’s either this or we go downstairs and eat,” he replied. “Ma’s been here too long, and I have to do something to alleviate the stress.”

“Tobias!” She playfully admonished. “Be nice to your Mom!”

“I am nice! I’m also serious. The woman can drive me insane!”

“My poor baby,” Casey purred. “What can I do to take away some of that stress?”

“Well,” he wiggled his brows. “You did get a package in the mail today.”

“I did?”

“Yep, it’s on your dresser.”

Casey flipped the light switch. Fortunately, the power had come back on, and she retrieved the brown cardboard box from her dresser. Returning to the bed, she removed its contents, a bewildered look on her face.

“Uh, hon... this isn’t my package.”

“What do you mean?” he asked, adjusting his eyes to the light.

“I was waiting on a coffee grinder... and while the things in this box can certainly be used for grinding, well... there wouldn’t be any coffee involved.”

“What?” He asked. “The lingerie... the toys... you didn’t order them?”

“Nope,” she said, flipping the box over to look at the address label – her eyes popping as her lips morphed into an amused grin. “Oh... my... God!”

“What?!” Tobias demanded, taking the box from her hand. His eyes bulged open, and he followed with what could only be described as a primal scream.

“Tobias,” Casey chuckled. “Keep it down! The neighbors will think you’re being murdered!”

“Oh my God,” he groaned, “Right about now, I wish I was!”

There it was. In bold letters. MRS. VIVIAN CARRICK.

“Oh, no! No, no, no, no, no!” Tobias wailed. “I need to shower! I need to get out of this house! I need to go to confession!”

“You’re not Catholic,” Casey laughed.

“Well, I’m willing to be tonight!”

“Hon, take it easy,” she assured. “It’s embarrassing, but it’s not the end of the world. Just tell her you accidentally opened the box, and....”

“WHAT? ARE YOU KIDDING ME? I can’t let my mother know I saw this! And... who the hell is she using this with?”

“I think we have to file that second question under none of your business.”

“It is too my business!” He insisted.

Casey placed the box on her nightstand and rolled her eyes.

“T., your Mom is of age. She has a right to do whatever she wants to do and to do it in privacy. Does she know everything you’ve done?”

“That’s different!”

“Why?”

“Because she’s my MOTHER!”

“Oh,” Casey declared. “And mothers just stop being sexual human beings. You better hope that’s not true, dear, because in another six months, I’m going to be a mom, and I hope you don’t think our sex life is coming to a dramatic halt."

Tobias looked insulted. “Of course, it won’t, but she...she’s my MOTHER! I can't let her know I saw this. Can you tell her you opened it by mistake?”

“Me?!” Casey startled. “NO! I’m not doing that!”

“Why not? Baby, please? Do it for me?”

“Not even for you!” She insisted.

“I’d do It for you!”

“Oh," she chortled. "You’d tell my Mom that you accidentally opened her box of sex toys? OK."

Tobias flipped his head back and threw a pillow over his face before letting out another scream as Casey's side split with laughter.

"For what it’s worth, hon, if it were my mom, I’d just confess. You need to be honest with your mom."

“He needs to be honest with me about what?” The woman herself asked.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN OUR BEDROOM!” Tobias howled.

“The door was wide open!” Vivian pointed out. “Now, what the heck is going on in here?”

Casey handed the box to Vivian matter of factly, a shit-eating grin on her lips. “This arrived for you today. Tobias accidentally opened it, and he’s been trying to contact his therapist ever since.”

Vivian shook her head. “For the love of... I can’t be in the room with you for more than 10 minutes without the two of you engaging in some form of sexual innuendo... but I’m supposed to be a nun."

Casey turned to her husband with a shrug. “She makes a point...”

“God,” Tobias shrieked, pulling the blanket over his head. “Just take me now.”

“Vivian!” Casey said enthusiastically. “You never told me you were seeing someone!”

“Well, I didn’t want to tell anyone in the family unless I determined that he was worthy of introduction.”

“Makes sense...” Casey started as Tobias sat up, pushing the blankets away with a flourish.

“What! That’s the kind of man you’re seeing! Someone unfit of introduction!”

“Son,” she replied with an icy tone. “Do we really want to discuss how many ‘unworthy of meeting the family’ types you had in your life prior to finally settling down with this beautiful woman?"

“MA!” he yelled.

“Oh, babe,” Casey chuckled. “Like I don’t already know that....”

“That’s not the point,” Tobias groaned. He rolled onto his side, assuming the fetal position; Casey rubbed his back as she watched him coming apart.

“I’m sorry, Vivian," she smiled. "My husband is having an existential crisis. Why don’t you let me get him settled, then I’ll be downstairs... I want all the details.”

“I’d love that, darling. Normally, I’d say I’ll pour the wine, but...” she pointed to Casey’s barely there baby bump. “To be honest, I’m so glad I don’t have to worry about that anymore.”

“Oh, God...” Tobias winced.

“Viv... downstairs!” Casey ordered. “Make us a pot of herbal tea!”

Once they were alone in the room, Casey snuggled next to her traumatized husband. “Honey, why don’t you take a shower, have a nice stiff drink...”

“I can’t... I’m done for. You're going to have to raise our child on your own."

“Really? Well, that’s a shame... because you may have accidentally opened your Mom’s package, but you didn’t see the one I've had hidden in the back of my closet.”

“Wait,” Tobias's mood turned in an instant. “You... you have a package? What’s in it?”

“You’ll have to wait and see,” she winked.

“Come on, babe! Just give me a hint... is it something... you wear?”

“You’ll have to wait,” she teased, heading toward the door.

“Does it need batteries? Because... if it needs batteries... I could run out to the store.”

Casey blew him a kiss and smiled. “You’ll just have to be patient, Dr. Carrick!" Then she shut the door behind her.

Tobias jumped up from bed the second she left the room. After a quick shower, he lit candles and waited for her... rather impatiently... in bed. Casey knew the man all too well; after that exit, he didn't give his mother a second thought for the rest of the night.... and he learned an important lesson ... always check the label on a box before opening.

@choicesficwriterscreations @openheartfanfics

Tagging others separately.

[flovoid]

YOUR ORIGIN!

yes it has been 10 years for me with sims 4 and here I am recreating my four favorite sims that have put an impact on me ngl- I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THE FIRST OF JANUARY TO UPLOAD THEM :D

it’s funny because for me I have THOUSANDS of screenshots and nice memories of them that I never upload in social media, but to yall its new faces n new personalities you ran into, pretty wild.

from here imma go ramble a little about their characters and who they are:

KIM : he is pretty straightforward guy cuz he is LITERALLY the first sim I made in sims 4, he is goofball, bro, and an outgoing guy, he dreamed to be a joke star and I believe he did! its was sooo old, all I remember is that I used to do all the goofy insane stuff with him, he might sometimes dress as a gentleman but he is just a silly guy, he used to have a blonde wife that i dont remember n two kids that i didnt really cared about lmao

LEVI : the only reason I made him is to try out more male cc that I downloaded (that was literally when i started to download good male cc) AND ALSO when the vampire pack released I believe… yep he is a vampire! but he dies to the sun because i kept spamming the weakness thingy thinking it is a strength- he used to live in san my with his little toddler sister; he is a musician and omg he did have a beautiful voice i could never get tired of him… into guitar mostly and wrote so much songs! with him I was literally just trying so much new stuff since we bought some DLCs, also the toddlers update dropped, vampire, city..etc.

DANTE : he is literally the most sim that had an impact on me, not just to me! also my siblings they all know him n never forgot him, he used to be a sim in a save where I did play with a rich family who live in the city, dante was a loner guy live in a small apartment with his big bro who was literally the most extrovert sim alive- he is an athlete guy and really healthy! dante did pumped into the blonde women from the rich family, they both kinda fell for eachother and became endgame! the women is a future president and she did! miss her :( and dante is just a househusband dreaming to have a simple live BUT what’s funny to me is that he never had a normal live literally all the crazy stuff happen to him lmao, anyway he is into jazz so much- lord I remember spamming the jazz station ALOT while playing with him, he have a puppy & a cat they were iconic, and he lived a long life really, had four kids, had so many grandkids, had so many winter fests, celebrated so many NYEs, to the fact his eldest son died before him crazy… but he was indeed an icon.

THEO : yall this boy… he was literally the first sim that i had who went thro a trauma like i didnt even plan it technically a daddy issues, theo used to have the perfect family; mom, dad, and a baby boy, but his dad became a famous actor, and the more fame he got the more he became a narcissist, he legit didnt care about his love live n only cared about himself; he became arrogant too and in that point is were theo’s parents got divorced and everything got complicated, after the drama he got a new brother an adopted one! theo were close with his bro, but theo grew up getting rebellious, was cutting lots of his hair because it reminded him of his dad, he looked so much like him, when he became a teen the boy dyed his hair all black not kidding he stayed like that forever but in my remake version i wanted to show his real hair hehe, he was into metal genre and yep his favorite color is black too, likes wearing chokers n piercings, he used to be friends with max villareal (love him so much n him n theo were so dang similar) and he was a HARD CORE GAMER yall not kidding he used to play alot in tournaments n always win to the fact he started to become famous like his dad he hated that, theo was mean af he was brutal honest yall dont joke with him, and even tho he was acting like an asshole sometimes but love was his weakness… he become surprisingly quiet. he was like the protector with his loved ones.

[trashexplorer]

BLCD Review: Zanzou Slow Motion

Title: Zanzou Slow Motion (残像スローモーション)

Author/Artist: Janome

Shop: CD + Manga

Release Date: 2021/05/28

Cast:

Furukawa Makoto x Nakazawa Masatomo

Eguchi Takuya

Satou Gen

Tadokoro Hinata

Yasuaki Takumi

Matsuoka Yoshitsugu

Ichikawa Aoi

Yanagi Kouhei

Karino Sho

Synopsis:

What happens when two rival directors who hate each other's guts are forced to share one roof? And what if one of them has a secret he's been harboring for years? Throw in a shared love of movies, BL manga, and an accidental kiss, and you've got the next heart-pumping love story in Midorigaoka High and the sequel to Twilight Out of Focus 1. Jin Kikuchihara, third-year director, main actor, and president of the film club, and second-year director Giichi Ichikawa see eye-to-eye on very little. Jin is flashy, flirty, and focused on keeping everyone happy, while Giichi expects the best from himself and others, and will compromise nothing to see his vision through. Constantly at each other's necks, the two can hardly stand to be in the same club. But what will happen when family trouble forces them to live in the same room? Will their shared interests bring them closer as friends, push them further apart as rivals, or something else entirely?

Review Proper

I love Tasogare Outfocus, but this is actually my favorite Janome.

The second installment curse strikes again!

UGHHHHHHH THIS WAS SO WHOLESOME. Don't get me wrong, Tasogare Outfocus is written pretty decently, but I really don't like how Janome just glossed over Hisashi's SA and grooming like that. It reminds me a lot of Etude vol. 1. I can still get over Etude vol. 1 'cause it's not that uncommon to see in sports and Ichi-san's deal with Futami was given some closure in 2, but given how short Tasogare Outfocus was, Hisashi felt like he just lmao byed his teacher. 😔Doesn't help that it kinda doesn't matter anymore in overlap even though it hasn't been long since it ended. Is my son Hisashi really okay now? 🥹

I'm old, so DK BL doesn't appeal to me that much anymore. It's also hard to find good DK rivalries nowadays that aren't just about fucking or delinquents. Zanzou Slow Motion, however, just checked all the right boxes for the category: simple, no drama, and no loose ends. That coupled with Janome's element of touch?

And can we talk about this monologue?

Ugh.

I will say Jin's suspenders, Ichikawa's snatched waist, and the ABO shout-out greatly influenced my decision too. Y'all should get suspended in high school, not wear suspenders!

Onto the technicalities...

I don't think I've heard these two co-star before (or I just don't remember), so I was a bit skeptical especially 'cause last I heard Makonyan in a DK was in, well... Given as BLCD!Ritsu. And where else did we hear Yuuma star in a DK too? Yuuma as Anime!Ritsu. We just had Given Anime!Ritsu in Tasogare Outfocus being somewhat friends with Ichikawa and now we have BLCD!Ritsu (thanks to ecargmura for catching this!) trying to romance him. They used very different tones for Ritsu, but the vibe was the same overall. THEY'RE THE SAME PERSON. Makonyan and Nakamo also played tops in the last works I heard of them (Makonyan as Takaba in Kurui Naku and Nakamo as Yakumo in Nu:carnival), so I was concerned about a lot of things. Thankfully, however, instead of Makonyan going for his Ritsu tone or his lighter Kimitte Yatsu for a more youthful vibe, he went all shounen in here lmaooo.

His bwakame was so funny it reminded me of this:

I love roasting Makonyan more than any other seiyuu out of fondness, but I'm really proud of how far he's gone. He's gotten so much better in his delivery, and it's obvious in his budding anime career, too.

But...

I didn't expect there would be improvements in his bedding techniques too...

What the fuck was that? HAHAHAHAHAHA. WAIT. No, y'all don't understand. I have most of this man's r-18 otome CDs and BLCDs, and I have never heard him this... this hot before???? Jin is such a smooth flirt, so I had some expectations on the delivery, but FURUKAWA MAKOTO HISSES. HE HISSES!!! SIR IS THIS APPROPRIATE BEHAVIOUR FOR A HIGH SCHOOL BOY??? THEY DON'T EVEN SHOW THEM DO THE DO FOR MORE THAN A MINUTE??? WHERE WAS THE NEED?!

PUTS THE GODDAMN FU IN FURUKAWA MAKOTO ALRIGHT!

First it was Ono Yuuki, now it's Makonyan. Is Nakamo's ass really that good that his tops go all in???

I admittedly don't have a lot to say about Nakamo because that man always slays. I was afraid that Makonyan would overpower him during their Netflix and chill, but as soon as I had that thought, Nakamo pushed back like??? THEM SHAKIRA HIPS DON'T LIE!

HOW DO I LEGALLY MARRY GINGER RECORDS???

I didn't read the scan or the official English release 'cause I actually had the raws, so I can't vouch for the translation. As for faithfulness to the manga, however, I need to stress that there were a lot of rearranged events and cut dialogue. One notable instance was Ichikawa's message for Jin. It was placed after their kiss in the last chapter, so I believe that these changes are quite significant. It is still possible to read the manga while listening to the BLCD, but I suggest reading the manga once first so you're aware of which pages you need to jump to.

Chil-chil Awards 2022 was a scam 'cause this wasn't nominated for ANYTHING! This might actually just be my favorite BLCD of 2021... and Makonyan was my favorite actor in this series so far. OKITSU AND MAKONYAN REALLY SWITCHED IN THIS LOG HAHAHAHA. Makonyan and Nakamo at least won in my heart. 😌 Definitely listen to this if you're a Makonyan fan or if you're a fan of the series in general. It's also perfect if you're looking for something light and sweet but immersive at the same time. Chesk gives this a 9/10! Only the third 9 after Sonna ni and KD!

[dany-is-my-queen]

A Question of Loyalty IX

Rhaenyra Targaryen x reader, Alicent Hightower x reader

Word count: 3.1k

@nnightskiess this one’s for you

Summary: When dragons of green and dragons of black dance, you have to choose the color that suits you best.

Your heart was heavy all the way back to the Capital. You struggled with a part of you that refused to head back and go to your Realm’s Delight.

But she wouldn’t be with you, she had her husband, she’s always had someone else.

You thought you were done with being so torn between them. Done with the drama that came along, but Gods be good, you were far from it.

Once inside the walls, you tried your best not to crop up too fazed, too sadden about the fact that this decision has cost you a lot.

Alicent scuttled to your room as soon as you walked through the gates, her entity beyond relieved that you didn’t break your promise. And to be honest, she wasn’t really anticipating a positive reply from Rhaenrya.

“Your Grace.” You saluted, glumness coloring you. You did attempt to disguise it, to no avail. Though you welcomed her presence with rapture.

She sprang into your arms before you could even register her steps. She then proceeded to grab your lips effervescently, she was a teenager once more.. tasting her all-time lady of her dreams. You reciprocated with the same energy, she felt so right.

“Pardon me, my lady. I missed you.” She apologized, flustered from her needy manners.

“I was only gone for a few days.” You joked. She caressed you as if your skin were made of the most fragile porcelain.

“You never know when they could be the last.”

“I missed you too.” You intertwined your hands and prepare to talk.

“How did it go? Given that you are here thanks the Gods, I believe categorically good for us?”

“Daemon did aim to throw me in the dungeons.”

“Of course Rhaenyra wouldn’t let that happen.”

“No. She wouldn’t. It’s better if we consult this with the small council.”

“Yes. We’ll be gathered later this afternoon. You want to repose?”

“My back would appreciate some rest, yeah.”

“I’ll you be then. See you later, Y/N.”

Maybe Alicent got the wrong impression that you were bothered by her person, so you decided to make her linger a bit longer.

“I thought you said you missed you?”

“I did.”

“You’re going.”

“I don’t want to disturb my lady’s rest.” She responded.

“Come to bed with me.” You didn't have to ask her twice for her to join you. Her head resting on your chest, your heartbeat her favorite melody. She was so happy to exist in this very moment, and so were you.

“Were you.. tempted to stay?” She asked. You closed your eyes, picturing the newborn. You knew then you couldn’t lie to her, thus, you spoke sincerely.

“Rhaenyra’s babe lives.” You glimpsed a genuine smile on her.

“How did she name her?”

“I’d have thought that something like Vysenia or Aemma would do.”

“She named her like you. Didn’t she?”

“She did.”

“Was it tempting?” Alicent’s voice trembled with soreness. You shifted your position to lock both your lips in a sweet manner, swiftly. “Don’t dodge my question, Y/N.” She said sharply. “It was.”

“I didn’t see my parents. Nor any of the children.”

“You weren’t introduced to the babe, then?” Alicent would’ve wager that Rhaenyra put you between a rock and a hard place while taking advantage to soften your heart at the sight of her newborn. She was surprised to learn that she didn’t.

“No. Rhaenyra despises me.”

“She could never despise you.”

“I wouldn’t be so certain.”

“You did the right thing, Y/N.”

Shortly after slumber took over Alicent, her breathing pumped composedly in her chest, where the palm of your hand was laying.

You wished right there and then that you could make her feel at ease forever, for you were worried about what could and would come next.

In the late afternoon, the small council chamber was bitterly cold, gelid. The candles were not enough to fill the vacuum that hovered over the room.

“I suppose my sister and her flock will be arriving anytime now to bend the knee.” Aegon spoke, the other members watched you expectantly, so did the Dowager Queen.

“The negotiating.. took part.” You apprehensively asserted.

“And?” Otto mouthed.

“She said we will have an answer soon.”

“No answer’s arrived.” He commented again. Your irritation grew more and more at his insistence.

“She claims the Targaryen princelings had been led into iniquity. And that she would pardon them, if they ask for her mercy.” You revealed. Alicent began fidgeting as usual but halted rapidly. Otto scowled.

“Does she honestly believe we’ll be crawling at her to beg for compassion for us? She’s gone mad.” Aegon angrily refuted.

“Aegon—, Your Grace, it’d be wise to consider all options. Rhaenyra does not wish to slaughter any of you. She wouldn’t—“

“Are you really advising the one true King of Westeros to abandon his crown and deliver it to the feet of the woman that would tear the Kingdoms asunder? And worse, after her would come her bastardly offspring. Not to mention Daemon would be the one pulling the strings regarding all the Realm’s affairs. We all know of his nature, of what he is capable. Perhaps the Princess might show buoyancy towards the matter, but I, we, doubt the Rogue Prince would do the same.” Otto stirred. “Not to mention this was late King Visery‘s dying wish. Can’t she respect her father’s last will?”

“What side are you even on, my lady?” Alicent inquired, she was fuming.

“Neither of us wish to see the Realm put to the torch.” You phrased.

“So, if we do not do as she bids, she’ll burn this city to the ground, and onto the next one?” Tyland Lannister spouted.

“She won’t.”

“Do you have any guarantees, lady Y/N? She has the full support of your father’s fleet, your mother’s dragon—“

“I’m hoping it won’t come to that. I know the Queen, my lord.” You bit your tongue at your blunder.

“Rhaenrya’s no Queen.” Alicent spat, her raucous voice was enough to send her discontent towards you, and the manner you were approaching the once princess.

“Her and..” The thought of y/n’s father got stuck in your throat as an acidulous, puncturing throb pierced you. You loathed Daemon, always have; but now it would seem that that hatred only escalated even further. “Daemon’s child, she lives. The news nigh caused her a miscarriage. We do not intend to become murderers of innocents.”

“If you’re so concerned about my sister and her family’s welfare, why don’t you fly back to them, uh?” Aegon taunted.

Otto narrowed his eyes at you because he was self assured that even if you were actually contemplating it, you wouldn’t do it.

Lord Wylde chimed in. “Lady Y/N’s parents are with the pretender. What’s the warranty that she won’t stab us in the back first chance she gets? What if she already sold her loyalty to the enemy? She even called her Queen. Who’s to say they didn’t orchestrate a plan to dethrone His Grace?” Otto was serene, knew you wouldn’t be so stupid to do something of that nature.

Alicent refrained peeping your way, too afraid to catch a note of doubt and that hurt you.

“I did nothing of the sort, lord Wylde. I am sworn to King Aegon. And I’m not the type of woman who stabs in the back.” You declared grievously, for it was legit, you had no intention of playing dirty and deceive the Greens, yet you wished you could aid to avoid mass homicide.

“Lord Flea Bottom would be the one ruling. We actually want that to occur? You are aware of how deals with things, my lady.” Ser Tyland pressed.

“Rhaenrya won’t give up her birthright that easily.”

“That’s why my daughter, the Queen, sent you, to treat with her. What a poor job you did. Achieved nothing and brought ultimatums to our doorstep. You care about her too much to retaliate the way you were suppose to.” Alicent finally looked straight your way. She was pissed off by her father, and by the truth of his statement.

She abandoned the chambers with hustle, felt her feet, head and emotions ablaze. You followed after her with the same pace, whilst the men left behind were trying to comprehend the Dowager Queen’s queer bearing.

“Alicent— Alicent wait!” She didn’t, in fact she quickened it. You cornered her, halting her from escaping you, you agilely propelled her against the cold panel, she groaned, the rubbing of your breasts against hers caused her to flustered, as if you haven’t been in this position before… perhaps she was merely afraid of someone walking in you.

“You still love her.” She formulated, barely inches away.

“There’s just one I love.” You sincerely shot.

She realized how childish she was behaving, yet she steered clear from your intense gaze. “You worry for her, care for her.”

“I do, Alicent. Of course I do. I’ll never stop caring about her.” You confessed, she squeezed her eyes harshly as you cupped her face.

“You do realize how that makes me feel?”

“I chose you. What else do you need as a proof? I’m telling you now, literally telling you you’re the one I want. I’ve showed you with actions, for I know they speak way louder than words. Isn't that sufficient for you?” You whined, guilt and shame poisoned her.

“It is, Y/N. It is. I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me.” But Alicent knew too well what did.

-

Prior Jace’s birth, prior the beginning of the inevitable, you basked in your life. Rhaenyra bore her heart and offered a sincere apology days ago, and Alicent was beyond happy that you decided to remain in the Keep.

You were touring the newest tapestries that were given as a gift from Braavos, these ones were not nearly as vulgar as the last ones though. You were viewing them alongside the Queen and Helaena.

“These are fine designs.” The delicate princess tried to touch them and you and Alicent giggled. She was hanging from your arms.

“I fancied the others better.” You both turned to see another silver head approaching. She wore a cheering smirk. “Your Grace, lady Y/N.” She saluted smoothly. “& princess Helaena. Good morning.”

“Morning, Rhaenyra.” Alicent replied without interest, even annoyed that she popped in to interrupt this moment.

“Princess.” You smiled warmly at her.

“Oh, how’s my little sister doing?” She gingerly kneaded her tiny arm, the baby reciprocated the affection with a tender look. “May I?” She requested to carry her in her own arms which Alicent consented, Helaena tangled her small body around her big sister for dear life, and appeared to enjoy being with her so much. “Aren’t you the loveliest girl there is? Look at those gorgeous baby blues!”

“Just like yours.” You lipped with joy.

“She got them from me, no questions asked. Excellent family trait.”

The interaction melted your heart, but made Alicent somewhat awkward.

“It was kind of the Sealords of Essos to deliver these fine presents. They are surely expecting one from us in return.” Alicent suggested, trying to make her presence noticed.

“They are not getting the lady they intend to pursue.” You chuckled modestly cause you knew she was alluding to you. Whoever else?

“The lady might be won over if offered something worth her while.” You quipped, Alicent clumsy frowned whilst Rhaenyra merely let out a chortle.

“Wouldn’t bet my heart on it.” She winked at you unabashedly. She peck Helaena on the forehead as she made her exit towards the other side of the yard. “My Queen, My Lady.” She emphasized the “my” as she sprinted away from you. You watched after her drooling, Alicent pretended she didn’t notice your everlasting infatuation, she managed so hard to keep a steady glance. She hid it well.

“So.. come over later to put Helaena to sleep? She adores your Valyrian lullabies.”

“I’ll be there.”

The afternoon rushed by and you were ready to leave for Alicent's quarters, for you knew that she never let her daughter out of her sight for a minute.

You stepped outside your door when a tepid hand enfolded your mouth. Your heart skipped a beat. Rhaenyra no longer could hold back her laughter at your stiffed body.

You gasped once she released her grasp. You nudged her and she laughed even harder.

“You startled me Rhaenyra!”

“Did I now?” She played coy lifting one of her eyebrows and folding her arms.

“Aye, you did. I thought I was getting snatched away.” You alleged supposedly furious, but you were not a half.

“You’re glad it was just me.”

“Nah. Wish it was someone else. That way I wouldn’t have to deal with your insufferable being.”

“Is that bad, huh?”

“Worse.” You kept on jesting. “What brings you here?”

“I came to steal you away.” She confessed effortlessly.

“Steal me?”

“I was planning on sending you a note inviting you to take a ride on our dragons, but I thought it would be much more convincing to deliver the message myself."

“I.. uhm. I’d love to.”

“But? C’mon Y/N.. it’s been ages since we took a flight together. I’ve missed it dearly.”

“So have I. I’d really love to join you but I promised Alicent I’d go to tend to your baby sister.”

“Your Princess will be heartbroken if you decline her invitation, you know? You don’t want to carry such burden. Trust me.”

“Basically she’s also my princess.”

“You want to please her?” And now you knew she was referring to Alicent.

“I want to spend time with both, Rhaenyra.”

“We barely spend any time alone anymore..”

You contemplated her for a fleeting second before giving in. “How could I deny something from my Realm’s Delight?”

“Don’t you dare.” And off you went to the Dragon Pit, pride on her countenance.

Surely Alicent wouldn’t really mind.. she’d understand. It's not as if you often stood her up.

“Ah! It feels just like the first time.”

“So fucking bold of you to get atop Syrax when you were only seven. What drove you?”

“Just wanted to impress a girl.”

“A girl?”

“Jealous?”

“Not at all. I know there’s only one girl you had pinned after.”

“Careful now. The wind might carry this information and place it in her ears. Imagine her commotion.”

“Rather excitement. Don’t you agree?”

“Do you think she’s enamored of me, as I am of her?”

“Go ask her. Make her spill the truth.”

All of the sudden Rhaenyra unfastened the belt that clenched her to her saddle, you widen your eyes as you tried to register her quick movements.

Thankfully, both Syrax and Silverwing were literally clashing their wings, Rhaenyra landed right on the back of your seat, also, thankfully your dragon was carrying two saddles. Gods, did Rhaenyra even made sure before launching herself into it?”

“Seemingly, I’m still as bold.”

“What in the seven hells Rhaenyra!” You screamed with your guts in your sleeve. “You could have fell. And what then? Uh? What then?”

“Relax, Y/N. Relax. I had it all calculated. Besides, sometimes you gotta take a leap of faith.”

“But what if—“

“There’s no what ifs here. I’m safely wrapped around your waist, am I not?” She amusingly countered.

“Please don’t do that again.”

“You think the lady I’m in love with would miss me that badly?”

“She.. she would. I’m confident she would.”

Rhaenyra was more than tempted to do things she ought not to.. things unfit of her. It’s been long since she had you all for herself without anyone in the way.

It was only her and you, and.. Silverwing. Syrax was flying around, like a personal guard, which you found enthralling.

You were rulers of the sky.

She resisted her desires.. her craving for you. She kept her hands in your lower stomach, frosting them into place halting them from roaming off to forbidden places. She wanted to take you right there, she would’ve in another time. Maybe she did, maybe the clouds were witnesses of an act of pure love and lust.. in another life.

“Gaomagon ao pendagon pōnta jāhor mazōregon issa hae pōja dāria skori se jēda māzigon?” (Do you think they will accept me as their queen when the time comes?)

“Pōnta jāhor emagon naejot. Nyke jāhor” (They will have to. I will.)

“Jāhor ao nykeōragon ondoso issa?” (Will you stand by me?)

“Va moriot.” (Always)

“Pār konīr’s daorun naejot zūgagon.” (Then there’s nothing to fear)

“Imagine a purple sky with freckled stars dangling all over. Not an afternoon, not a night.. just, something in between.” You said. Rhaenyra tightened her grip and tucked her head into your shoulder. You could feel her thick breathing in your neck, it was intoxicating you and for all the Gods you swore you’d stay up here for eternity.

“You beat all fantasies.. all phenomenas. You are a wonder yourself. An angel dressed in armor.” The princess let on, which caused you to flush as the dusk sun itself. Not even the cold air blowing was enough to extinguish the heat that rose in you. You felt so loved.

“That’s what your lady paramour would love to hear from you. Why waste such enchanting words on me?”

“I’m wonderstruck by the view that is you. I could literally spend the rest of my life watching you. If you need to win, then I’ll always gladly lose, if that means I get to be with you.”

Rhaenyra’s lips made you reach an endless heaven.

And for all it’s worth.. you wished you could command Silverwing to take you to that Island, steal her from your brother and marry her once and for all, for you knew she was bound to you with an incredibly, strongly force.

-

You know you’ve failed her.. you’ve broken your vow, you didn’t stand by her.

And she remembered.

-

The next morning, there was still no word from Dragonstone, and that worried you a lot.

You were summoned to Alicent’s quarters by Ser Criston, Lord Larys was just exiting her chambers with his usual creepy smirk. You paid him no heed as you entered them.

“Your Grace.”

“Aemond was instructed to go to Storm’s End, he’ll negotiate with Lord Baratheon to gain his support.”

“His support? His house is pledged to Rhaenyra.”

“So was my house, so were you. We need to secure every ally we can before she or Daemon does. They’ll start doing the same in no time, if not they’ve already began. We cannot appear to be weak nor taken by surprise.”

“I hope he strikes a good deal then.”

“He will. We are counting on him.” Alicent said.

You were a traitor.

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