#Because he's GAY gay and even if he wasn't he's just 18!! He's a baby to me!!

[kingsbride-moved]

sometimes I get the urge to rewatch this harem anime s/aber m/arionette j because there's a character in it I blame for my obsession with flamboyant blonde men 💖 but also. Would it even be worth it when the characters look like This 👁️_👁️

[bigtedbear]

“ 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 “

𝐩𝐫𝗼𝗺𝐩𝐭 : 𝗺𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐚𝐧! 𝐝𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝗼𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝗼 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝗺𝐢𝐝 𝐜𝗼𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝗼𝐧

Content warnings : nsfw content ahead, 18+ 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈, dragon anatomy..., breeding kink, unsafe sex (don't be silly, wrap up your willy), yandere themes, implied intent to baby trap, mlm, bl, gay sex, anal sex, idk if this counts as dubcon on either end??? (reader says no a lot but it's out of respect for dan heng rather than not wanting to????" ~7.5k words? (don't quote me, I'm guesstimating)

“ new contact noted! caller 𝚒𝚕 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚐 has been added to your phonebook - love, 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟 𝑡-19 “

"Please remember, this conversation isn't meant to make you feel uncomfortable in any way possible, I understand the questions we're moving onto may be..." Your fingers halted on your keyboard, mulling over your choice of words carefully. ..."uncomfortable to answer or inappropriate to ask." You finally pried your eyes away from your screen to make eye contact with the archivist. "So, please, please, feel free to decline to answer any questions, ask to take a break, or end the questions entirely."

How lovely; that you were so oblivious, Dan Heng noted in his mind. He'd been clearly eyeing you up over the table for the entire hour the two of you had discussed the history of the Vidyadhara. Yet, despite the glances you stole at him to make occasional eye contact while you took your notes, you had yet to notice anything amiss.

Not the abundance of information flowing past his lips, eager to please and more than willing to tell you anything and everything you wanted to hear from him; not the hopelessly lost look in his eyes, turquoise tracing each and every little different movement you made as you typed away; not even the clear and obvious rubbing of his thighs together; the clammy, shaky nature of his hands and each and every one of their careful movements; not even the obvious red hue that blotted his cheeks and flushed the tips of his pointy ears a bashful pink.

"Of course."

You nodded, a silent acknowledgement as you consulted a clipboard you'd pushed off to the side for the relevant questions you'd been meaning to ask. "You stated previously that the extent any Vidyadhara manifests more draconic features is reliant on their previous lives, is there any distinctions between those who outwardly display these traits?"

"Yes, no new Vidyadharas can be born, only through rebirth do any vidyadhara children come to be." He bit his lip, letting his thoughts ruminate, "Because of this, those who hold certain titles and authorities maintain this authority in all of their lives once they've regained memories of their past. While there are distinctions between Vidyadharas, it's not so much based on how we present but how we present is related to how strong our affinity is to certain rites and abilities related to our predecessors."

He tried to wipe his clammy hands off on his pants, but felt no relief at all. There was some kind of anxiety brewing inside of him and he couldn't pin what was causing it. It didn't help that you were moving onto the biology section of your questions, intimate knowledge of his body that nobody else knew. It brought him some comfort that your own cheeks were tinted a light pink out of general embarrassment.

He felt himself settle down more, but he also knew these would be the easy questions. It wasn't as though things would get more simple, to come up with complex questions, you'd need to know the basics.

Aeons, the things he would do just to steal your attention for just a few, fleeting moments.

Dan Heng's stomach dropped.

It shouldn't have showed up for at least another month, he realized. There hadn't been any sign of his heat rearing its ugly head in the slightest as of late.

He would know, he consistently tracked any and all symptoms for cases like this. He dreaded the idea of being stuck on a trailblazing mission and suddenly going into heat, but this was arguably a million times worse.

Dan Heng's idea of the most attractive man in the cosmos, sitting across from him with only a small coffee table separating them. He'd let out his horns and tails so you could sketch them down on a spare sheet of paper and you were far too close for his self-restraint's comfort. He carefully licked over his teeth in his mouth, hoping to find some kind of way to slip away from the conversation in due time. However, all hopes of this were dashed when you sheepishly made a small request of him.

"Do you think I could get a look at your fangs?"

He felt his entire body light aflame with red, hot desire tucked beneath a careful casing of embarrassment entwined with dread.

Upon noticing his apprehension, you were careful to notify him that he didn't need to do anything for you in the slightest. "I understand if that's uncomfortable, I would never want to force you to do anything that would cross any boundaries of yours. You can say-"

"Sure."

You blinked at him owlishly, snapping your jaw shut quietly. Doing your best to not miss a beat or make Dan Heng uncomfortable, you tried (and failed) to regain your composure and reinstate your more professional demeanor. Much to your chagrin, your pink cheeks and stammering gave you away. "Oh, I, uh, Alright-" you cleared your throat, gazing down at your clipboard nervously, "Whenever you're ready."

He opened his mouth slowly, allowing his fangs to be put on full display. His breath hitched in his mouth when you stood up from the couch across from him to sitting on the couch next to him. He could feel his heartbeat picking up and more heat pooling between his thighs when you started scooting in closer.

He squirmed under your watchful eyes, pitifully aroused and unbearably hot, but unable to do anything about it. You made quick work of sketching the basics of his dental layout, noting sharper fangs but also his forked tongue. You made a quiet observation, but you were hesitant to ask for further clarification.

"I- Nevermind."

Dan Heng did his best to keep his voice and breathing steady, but he couldn't help the tremble in his voice when he asked "What is it?"

You shook your head, "Your dental structure and the curvature of your fangs is similar to that of a few snake species I've had the ability to work with." You hesitated again to continue. But the sharp turquoise eyes on you made you feel an obligation to explain yourself, "I wanted to see if you, well, if you might have a Jacobson's organ but-" you cut yourself off again. You bit the inside of your cheek, squeezing out the last bit of your explanation quickly, "the location of the organ is in a bit of a compromising positions and it'd be so, so inappropriate of me to ask if I could see it-"

"I'm fine with that."

You froze, your face erupting in a flaming red as you stuttered over yourself, trying to explain the implications of looking at someone's Jacobson Organ. The little sadist in Dan Heng's heart was ecstatic to watch you get flustered, to watch you try to be as respectful as possible and keep that platonic wall firmly between the two of you.

He could feel it slowly starting to crack, continuing to shift in his seat as he waited for you to quiet down and actually get on with it. He murmured out a quiet affirmation that he truly was fine with it.

"I know what it means to look at it, I'm telling you I don't mind."

You averted eye contact for a moment before gulping down some spit and carefully setting your pen down on your clipboard, you hesitantly reached towards his face. You stopped about a foot away, inquiring meekly, "May I?"

He was quick to nod, a little too quick to be completely innocent. You didn't seem to pick up on it though, capturing his jaw between your pointer finger and thumb. He relished the skin on skin contact, drunk on the way your skin felt cool and welcoming on his own burning temperature.

You tilted his head up to get a look at the roof of his mouth, spotting the small mass behind the top front row of his teeth. You did your best to make quick observations so you didn't need to embarrass dan heng anymore than he most likely already was.

He, on the other hand, didn't want the moment to end. You were so close to him, your face just barely a foot away from his, looking at an intimate part of his anatomy. His eyes were half-lidded, sweat accumulating on his forehead rapidly. He didn't know why he didn't check out of the questionnaire the moment he knew his heat was coming on, but somewhere in the haze of his brain there was a small inkling as to why.

The longer your hand lingered on his chin, he could feel your pheromones start to waft up his nose and it was getting hard to see straight. The Jacobson's Organ itself was an organ meant to signal and interpret both signs of aggressive from others of your species, but also to signal a willingness to mate. Dan Heng's was sending electric signals pulsing through his cranium every second you peered at it from his jaw.

When your hand tried to retract from his jaw, he grabbed your wrist and pressed it onto his cheek.

It was only then you realized just how quickly his skin was rising in temperature.

He writhed on your mattress, your smell wafting addictively through the air as he did his best to peel his clothes off. He wasn't having much success, the sweat having just about fused it with his skin. You had rushed off earlier somewhere with a few words he couldn't hear over the pounding of his heart in his ears.

He only managed to yank off his large overcoat and kick off his shoes and socks when you returned to the room. He was fumbling with various buttons and zippers on his top when you burst through your bedroom door with just about as many pillows and blankets as you could find in the short time you were gone.

You were fumbling over your words apologizing for not realizing sooner, saying you assumed Vidyadhara didn't have heat periods because they reproduced asexually. Your voice was in one ear and out the other as his fingers weakly and clumsily tried to pull his shirt over his head, but he noted that your arms were loaded to the brim with plush, soft, luxury pillows and blankets.

Nesting materials.

He was growing more and more desperate to get his clothes off of him as you dropped the pillows and blankets on the bed, apologizing over and over with a red face. He gave a needy huff when his fingers dropped the clasp of his shirt again. He couldn't get it off of him and he could feel frustrated tears settling in.

That was, until you started helping him out of his clothes.

You noticed his struggles and tentatively asked him if he needed help in this honey sweet voice, always stopping between each and every article of clothing you tenderly stripped off of him to make sure he was sure he was okay with you helping him out.

Soon enough he was left in nothing but his boxers as you excused yourself to start building up his nest for his comfort. You promised him you'd contact Caelus or someone else from the express to pick him up or at the very least explain the situation. He didn't answer, just about writhing in the middle of the bed, mind going fuzzy with the overwhelming feeling of you surrounding him.

He felt comfortable as he watched the plush walls being built around him, clutching on your blanket in particular as he could feel his hips begin rutting pathetically against the mattress. He buried his face in the soft fabric to try and hide his shame, all while huffing in your scent like cocaine.

Too many sensations, to many sounds, to many smells, his body concluded; throwing him into a haze of seeking blind release on your blanket. He hadn't even noticed you calling for his attention from next to your nightstand, setting down a pager and some water.

"-an Heng! Dan Heng!"

He finally snapped his eyes up to gaze at you, a little bit of drool leaking from the corner of his mouth and his eyes glassy.

You gulped down some saliva to wet your dry throat before continuing, "I'm leaving, but there's a pager on the nightstand if you need anything."

There was some kind of deep noise that escaped from his throat, at the thought of you leaving. "Where are you going?"

You raised a hand, trying your best to dissuade his worries. "I'm at fault for this mess, I can just crash in Arlan's room or find a temporary one. I can't possibly ask you to move during your heat period."

He dragged himself closer to the edge of the bed, closer to you, as he tried his best to stop his hips from rutting against the wall of pillows and blankets you hastily built up for him. "You can st-stay." There was rumbling in his throat, one you realized was purring. He was trying to entice you into bed with him.

Your face pulsed a deep crimson as you vehemently shook your head, "You aren't in your right mind, I would never even think of taking advan-"

He whined, grabbing blindly for your arms as his hips started to move against the wall of pillows. "Need- Need something, someone, need you-" he cut himself off with a curse as he felt a growing knot of arousal build up more in his stomach.

At this point he was pulling on your arms, trying to pull you in closer, down into the nest. His torso lunging forward to press his face into the skin of your neck, he was just about whimpering directly into your ear while humping the bed.

"D-Dan Heng, you're in heat, I couldn't do something like that to you-" you stammered, trying to draw away from him. His insistent groveling was starting to get to you.

He tried pulling you down into the nest again, hands reaching up to your shoulders to push off the pristine white coat you usually wore. His little whimpers were growing desperate, practically begging for you to take care of him.

Your hands gripped his wrists, sending another spark of arousal up his spine, he couldn't even hear your next words, "This isn't right, you probably wouldn't be talking to me like this if you weren't in heat."

His thighs shook under him, looking at you with half-lidded eyes as you put your coat back on your shoulders so you could leave. "Wait-Wait, please don't go- ah~"

"If you need anything, I left a pager on the nightstand. When your heat is over we can talk-"

He whined his protests, but you adamantly let go of his wrists and he could feel himself getting more and more desperate to keep you in his nest as your delicious scent wafted away from him. "I think of you so, so muchhhsh, it's not just the heat." He mewled when he brought your blanket to his nose.

He let out an unintentional purr when you stopped just short distance away from your door. You turned to look at him. He pushed his hips against the fabric of the blanket and the sheets, already soaking both his boxers and your precious blanket with the scent of sex. "Y-You never talk to me unless you need to know something- agh~" his hips stuttered against the mattress again. "Have you ever considered my feelings?" He let out another moan when he ground particularly hard into the bed.

"What are you talking about?"

He keened when he felt your attention on him again, really playing up the pathetic act he was putting on. "Twice a year- hah~" he practically melted against your bed when he found the right angle to move his hips at, picking up the pace quickly. "-you're all I can think about. Alone in my room while the others are gone and I'm making a mess of myself."

He let out another drawn out whimper when you stepped closer to the bed, "Y-You never even spared me more than a glance- hngh~" he grunted when your blanket slid against the mess he was making of your bed, "I wanted you soooo ba-had~"

He crawled over to the edge of his nest to where you were standing, doing his best to reach out to you and make some kind of contact with your skin. "I want you- mmmnnhg~ right now, I n-need you here-" he gave a whine when you interlaced your fingers with him, his hips growing faster against the wall of the nest. "I want y-your, ouhh~, want your heellpppp-"

You considered your options carefully. Dan Heng certainly wasn't bad looking, in fact, you could feel yourself getting a less than respectable boner at the sight of him basically bashing his hips against your blanket. You had his prior consent, knowledge of an... intimate attraction at the very least. Last but not least, you felt partially responsible for the state he was in, despite his heat cycle having nothing to do with you.

You sighed, biting the inside of your cheek as Dan Heng put the hand intertwined with his own to his nose, sucking in the smell of your skin harshly. He was basically having the time of his life, eyes squeezed shut and his grunts and groans getting pitchier and pitchier with each passing moment.

You supposed you had to take responsibility for his little mess.

You let out a little groan of pain into his vent when he tugged harshly at your hair. He was just about jerking you further into his nether regions with one hand while he looped his fangs around one of his fingers on the other. His tail squeezed your upper bicep. You were laying on your stomach, going down on him with his legs thrown over you shoulders.

His little whimpers and whines weren't much to go off when it came to seeing what he liked most. Instead, you would go off the little things like the twitch of his thighs around your head or the way his hand tightened in your hair. There were actually a few things you figured out would get him to jerk his hips up into your mouth. Specifically, he really liked it when you managed to get your tongue inside his cloaca and tease the tips of his cocks.

You pulled your mouth off of his hips, relishing in his small protest. He keened, his hips chasing after your slick stained lips. You ignored his nonverbal begging for more, instead snuggly wrapping your biceps around his hips and squaring them back down on the pillow he was propped up on. You hadn't exactly done anything like this before, but that definitely didn't mean you weren't willing to learn.

Instead of going back in to continue teasing his slit, you focused your attention on what was slowly everting out of it. Your thumb traced over the slit of the dick that had just barely begun poking its head out his vent. You earned a muffled groan from Dan Heng, who was doing his best to muffle his noises on his finger. For his own dignity, you let him.

You tentatively licked over the tip just to gauge his sensitivity and were kindly rewarded with more of his cock sliding out and the second one just barely sliding emerging as well. The precum oozing off the tips tasted just like his slick, mouth numbingly sweet. It wasn't any kind of flavored sweet, actually it was almost like drinking a mouthful of sugar water; something you mentally took note of.

His fingers were just about digging into your scalp now, pushing your face down closer to him. He was trying to wiggle his hips up closer to your mouth, but your arms kept him firmly pressed down as you continued to mercilessly tease him. He sucked in a sharp breath when you finally took one in your mouth, going down slowly until your nose was flush with his pubic bone. You traced over the underside with an experimental flick of the tongue.

In turn, his thighs twitched to clamp your head in place, delivering a delicious pressure that kept you locked in between his legs. You felt the heel of his foot push into your back right between your shoulder blades. He tugged on your hair again, letting out a pathetic hiccup when you maneuvered your hand underneath his little leg lock to tease the opening of his vent.

He shivered deliciously when you groaned against him again, finally prying his thighs away from the sides of your head. You traced the outline of his cloaca slowly, sensually; causing his other hand to join in on tugging your head closer to his dripping sex. You rose off of his erection with plenty of spit and precum dangling from your lips, glinting in the low light.

His fingers carded through your hair as you finally got up from between his legs, crawling on top of him and pressing a chaste kiss to his forehead. Your breath was hot on his face and he could feel the sweat dripping on his brow as he locked his legs around your waist to pull you down on top of him.

One of your hands traced little patterns up the outside of his thigh and up to his little hip dips. You kept your voice low, trying not to overwhelm him since he was already trying to force his hips up higher to grind on your own erection. "As much as I'd love to keep going like we were, I want to hear what you want to do."

He seemed to lack the ability to answer, coherent thoughts transitioning to jumbled syllables and begging the moment they moved past his lips. He finally managed to raise his hips high enough to rut on the inside of your thigh, tears slowly welling up in his eyes. He was getting overwhelmed, your scent and your touch and the things you were making him feel drowned him in an ocean of white hot flames, boiling him alive with all the sensations sending a pleasant buzz through all of his nerves.

"Hm? Dan heng?" You cooed into his ear, he took in a sharp inhale, letting out a breathy huff in response. He kept rutting up against the inside of your thigh, his dicks standing at full attention and weeping precum all over your skin. Once again, he couldn't respond, letting out little huffs and groans into your neck while he tried to chase the feeling of completion.

You used the hand that was gently caressing his thigh to push his hips back down towards the bed. Chastising him gently for not answering you, "C'mon, I can't help you if you don't tell me how I can help, sweetheart."

He could feel the hot wet trails of tears running down his face as he started crying. He sniffled pathetically as his hips struggled against the strength of your arm keeping them pinned down by the waist. His hands moved from your hair to your shoulders, trying to use them to get more leverage to try and fight against your grip. "I- I-"

"Yes?" You purred, placing a kiss to the side of his neck. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, eyelids fluttering shut as he tried to put more effort towards thinking. "What do you want from me, Heng?"

He whimpered at the mention of his name, "I don't know- I don't know-" he hiccupped, his fingernails leaving crescent marks in your shoulders, "I want to feel good, I-" a sniffle, "-touch me, please touch me agaainn..."

"Good," your murmured against his skin, "Just a little bit more, you're being so good for me," you placed a few more kisses up his neck until you met his jawline, "Where do you want me to touch you? How do you want me to touch you?"

His tail squeezed around your thigh, shaking as tried to ground himself enough to answer. He pressed his foot further into your back to bring your body down closer. He whimpered, "-Inside" his fingers trailed up to your jawline, "I- I want it inside." He held your face in his hands to make eye contact with him.

In all his teary eyed glory, you still managed to find the willpower to hold back and tease him just a little more, "What do you want inside?" He whined, roughly bringing your forehead to touch his. You pressed an innocent peck to his lips, "Last question, Heng, What do you want inside?"

He keened, chasing after your lips, almost yelling against your mouth, "YOU! I want YOU insiiihiidddeee~"

You curse against his lips, "...ah fuck," you suck a sharp breath between your teeth. You dot kisses on his face, holding him in a soft missionary. "How are you feeling, sweetheart?" You were scared to hurt him, trying to help him relax a little bit.

Dan Heng, on the other hand, was barely cognizant, eyes squeezed shut as little tears poured down the sides of his face. Was it from the pain? No, rather it was from relief.

"good, good, so good-" he babbled, arms looped around your neck as he tried to push himself backwards and further up on the pillow propped under his pelvis.

You gently stroked his hair away from his face, thumbing away the tears on his cheek. You gently pushed another couple of inches into him, causing him to let out a shaky moan. You kissed him on his sweat-caked forehead, shushing him as he cried pathetically underneath you. "You're doing so good, such a good boy, almost there, promise."

"Ahnnn~" he squirmed under the praise, drool leaking from the corner of his mouth, "deeper, please," he sniffled, "-please, deeper,"

You nodded, starting to push just a little bit in further, stopping when his tail smacked unceremoniously against your back. His back arched up against the bed in an open mouthed scream, just about seeing stars when you brushed past his prostate. He kept drooling, hiccupping and whining for you to keep going.

You finally bottomed out, ultimately noticing just the smallest bump protruding on his mid-section. His hands were scratching lines down your back, his mouth pressed shut tight and his jaw tense. Tears continued to stream down the side of his face as muffled murmurs and whimpers bounced around the inside of his taut lips.

You latched onto the side of his neck, placing a delicate kiss before starting to suck a light hickey into his pale, pale skin. He shuddered under the simple touch, a broken, humiliating purr resonating from his throat.

He sniffled again, sobbing, "P-Please, just move, I can't wait- ouhhh~"

You unlatched from his neck, kissing the just barely red skin gently before drawing your hips away from his pelvis. He let out a long drawn out moan, his voice cracking in the middle of it. You pulled until your length was about halfway out, snapping your hips forward as gently as you could.

He let out a yelp, thighs twitching and clamping down on both sides of your waist. After a small pause, you repeated the same thing, earning another broken squeak. You set the pace slower just so you knew Dan Heng wouldn't be too overwhelmed. He laid there, largely limp for a short period of time, voice cracking and tears streaming down the sides of his face.

Eventually, when he seemed to get used to the feeling, his broken moans turned into purrs and huffy groans. His hips started to rock back against yours, hands balling up and relaxing into fists behind your neck. He reached for your face, a little bit less out of it and pulled you in for a sloppy kiss.

The first thing you were met with was his teeth clacking against yours before his long forked tongue ran over your bottom lip. You teasingly nipped at his lip, earning a purr as he parted his tips more the let you take control of the kiss.

It was around then that you got a more devious idea. You played nice to begin with, feeling around the inside of his mouth with your tongue, but eventually, when his whines started to get louder, you decided it'd be the right time to push him over the edge. Cheekily, you smiled into the kiss before pressing your tongue right on top of Dan Heng's Jacobson's organ.

You only had a split second to register that you'd actually done it before Dan Heng all but screamed into your mouth and the two of you were graced with white painting both of your chests.

You rocked your hips forward slowly working him through the intensity of it. You finally bottomed out again and stilled, pulling away from his lips.

To your surprise, however, Dan Heng's fingers moved from the back of your neck to tangling themselves in your hair. He was panting, teary eyes glassy and glazed as he pushed his chest closer to yours.

His lips parted, ghosting over your own lips as he begged, "Do that again, Ouh~ Please, please do that again, mhhhh~" His hips continued to rock back against yours but they weren't getting all that far; he was basically just grinding himself on the based of your cock.

You hesitated for a moment before tentatively locking lips with him again. At his insistence, you started to move again, but shallowly and slowly. He grunted into the kiss, tugging on your hair to show his disapproval. You huffed into the kiss before almost completely pulling out before shoving your hips forward harshly. He made a choked noise, just about having the wind knocked out of him at the sudden change.

You pulled away from the kiss, feeling a little mean as you rested your head in the crook of his neck. "Wow, I didn't know you could be so greedy, Heng. You already came once and you're begging me to go harder?"

"Please- hah~ please, I feel like I'm going crazy-"

You kissed the shell of his pointed ear, drinking in the little noise you got in response before humming and catching his lips again. Maintaining about the same pace as before, you started knocking the air of him continuously with each thrust. You started toying with the forked tongue in his mouth and slyly sliding your tongue over his fangs.

He let out a drawn out moan into the kiss, pushing his face against yours harder. He tried coaxing you further into his mouth, just about begging you to inject the bundle of nerves with just about the highest concentration of your pheromones he could get.

Still, you played hard to get, wrapping your tongue in his. In your focus on him, you didn't notice your pace was picking up as you got closer to your own orgasm. Eventually, when he gave a particularly harsh tug to your hair did you finally relent.

However, while you gave into tonguing over the roof on his mouth, you also wrapped a large hand around the two painfully red cocks bouncing against both of your stomachs. He squealed into your mouth, thighs trying to squeeze shut and protect himself from the onslaught of sensations. When he finally forgot his requests for you to put your tongue on the little bump on the roof of his mouth, did you let him have his way.

His eyes snapped open, pupils rolling up into his skull as you continued to stroke him and shove your tongue into the top of his mouth. He fell limp in your arms, fingers only staying attached to your hair because they'd just about knotted themselves in your locks.

You felt the pit in your own stomach starting to get tighter, eliciting a set of groans into Dan Heng. You sped up your pace, knocking Dan Heng out of his little stupor as his hands tugged about as hard on your hair as they could without pulling out any chunks. He was back to crying while you were just about fucking him open and drinking in the noises he was screaming out into your own mouth.

Finally, you let out a finally, deep, guttural moan as you bottomed out and finally spilled your seed inside of him. His back arched and his mouth fell open in a lewd moan, tongue lolling out of his mouth as he spurted all over your stomachs again.

"yesyesyesyesyesyes-umffff~"

You panted as you shoved his face into the pillow by the neck with one hand while the other carved bruises into his hips in the shape of your fingers. It'd been a couple hours later and Dan Heng was absolutely insatiable.

You supposed you should've expected it, seeing as he's in heat and all, but you didn't expect him to have nearly enough energy to keep going for the rest of the afternoon and into the early hours of the morning. Well, it was probably easier for him to keep going than you. After all, you were the one that was actually putting in the majority of effort to keep pile driving him into the sheets.

You grunted as you pressed your chest onto his back, watching the way his tail rattled in the air in contentment. Your hips were consistently slapping against his ass, his hands clutching at the pillow you'd shoved his face into mere seconds earlier.

His happy, fucked out noises were difficult to hear from the plush, comfortable pillows, but more audible now that you were closer to his face. You pressed a handful of kisses down his spine before reaching your hand around to his front. Originally, you were going to try and stroke him through another orgasm, but instead, the hand that was formerly on his neck ghosted over the bump you were creating in his stomach. He let out a noise into the pillow that was as delectable as sin. His entire body spasming when you applied pressure onto the same point.

After a couple of hours in, his cum had thinned to the point he was just shooting blanks at this point. His cock was an angry, crimson red from the amount of times it'd actually gotten off. Just like now, his entire body tensed, but nothing actually came out.

So instead, you pressed harder on the bulge, watching in delight how his body fell limp and he stopped rocking back to meet your rough, quick thrusts forward.

It was cute for the first couple of minutes, watching him weakly moan into the pillow and claw at the sheets underneath him to try and ground himself from the heaven you were currently sending him to. But as of now, your own hips were starting to get tired. Your thighs were burning after about three hours of copulation, but you also knew the moment you stopped, Dan Heng would be alert again, demanding your attention again. Sigh, so needy.

Taking matters into your own hands, quite literally actually, you traced up his stomach before curving it around to the side and resting it on his hips. You starting tugging his hips back onto your dick, listening to the sweet mewls he let out as he turned to press only one side of his face into the pillow.

Still not quite satisfied with the amount of friction generated from using his hips as handholds, you turned your attention to the rather large solution position just a few inches away on his spine.

A devious grin broke out on your face before you ghosting your hands over the base of it, taking special satisfaction from the way his eyes widened. The next moment, your hand was wrapped around his tail and his eyes were rolling back up into his skull, low moans turning into high pitched squeals as the end of his tail rather weakly whacked against your shoulder.

Once again, you were just so close to getting to your own peak, you meanly wrapped your other hand just above the other one, sending him jolting forward towards the headboard. He finally picked his front half up from the bed sheet and clutched the top of the headboard, resting his head on it as his nails dug into the wood. You were a little concerned when you heard it start to splinter, but you dismissed it for when your thoughts were cloudy with making sure Dan Heng definitely wouldn't be able to think about anyone else during any of his following heats.

Finally, the moment came when the pooling heat in your stomach exploded and unleashed another load inside of him, prompting him to scream as just the tiniest few drops of crystalline cum shot from his angry red tip.

Once again, when you stilled to try and catch your breath to see if Dan Heng was finally satisfied, the way he looked back at you, despite the drool dripping down his chin and dried tear tracks on his cheeks, was pleading with you to keep going. He punctuated it with pushing his hips back against your softening cock again.

Horny little bastard.

During the last few rounds, Dan Heng had started becoming rather verbal. Not to be confused with vocal, he was vocal since foreplay started. No, he started talking a lot the more and more energy you were losing.

At this point, you were much too worn out to wonder why. A few flitting thoughts trailed through your head, but were quickly knocked out of you the more you snapped your hips forward and the sweet sound of Dan Heng's hoarse cries replaced them.

"Sooo fullllll~" he mewled, riding slowly. The height he was rising was getting less and less as his pace was getting slower. His voice was slowly starting to slur the longer he was on top. He held an inflated stomach with one hand, using the other shaky arm to support himself on your chest.

Soon enough though, his arm gave out on him and let himself rest his head on your chest, hips still insisting on moving, though he was barely rising. "Ghonna get pregnaannnttt~" he purred into your ear. You lazily hummed an affirmation in his ear. Eyes half-lidded in exhaustion as you watched him use the last bit of energy he had to try and reach one more orgasm.

"Ghonna have your babyyy~" he cooed, his hips finally resting on your pelvis. He moved his pelvis in little circles, what little energy he had left diminishing exponentially the longer he went on. He whined out your name when your eyes shut.

"I'm listening, Dan Heng," you affirmed, sleeping hand coming to rest on the small of his back while the other cupped his cheek.

"You have to stay with me if I have your baby~" he complained, "you can't ever leave me."

You raised an eyebrow at his words, but chalked it up to a horny dragon that was giving into his mating instincts. "Yes, Heng. I won't leave you or the baby."

There was a weak purr that emitted from his throat, his hips finally stilling flush with your own. "Would jyou make me yohur wifeee..."

You hummed into his skin, "Mhm..." you rubbed a thumb across his cheek, letting him settle into his cute little domestic dream. "My pretty wife and our baby."

You could feel a smile stretch across his face against the skin on your chest. You absentmindedly ran your fingers through his hair. His hands pressed up against your abdomen, resting there as you felt him burrow his nose right in between your pectorals. "Prhomishe?"

You twirled a piece of his hair around your finger, mumbling out a half-awake, "Promise."

With that, you could feel his breathing relax and small snores emit from his mouth. Without moving all that much, your own arm lazily grabbed at a blanket, throwing it over the both of you before letting yourself also drift off into the land of dreams.

Before that though, there really was only one thing left on your mind...

How exactly were you supposed to survive the rest of his heat if this was going to be your everyday?

there a small note on the side of the phone booth, read it?

" i fear this is the filthiest thing I've ever written and I will be doing it again soon. "

THIS IS A REPOSTED WORK FROM MY ORIGINAL ACCOUNT BEFORE IT CRAPPED AND DIED ON ME

I USED TO BE FOUND AT @steadybear

I FEAR YOU WILL HAVE TO DEAL WITH SEEING @bigtedbear INSTEAD FROM NOW ON

Part 2 here: " results: inconclusive "

[wol-fica]

-𝕊𝕙𝕖-

pairings - jennaortega x fem!reader

summary - before jenna ortega became a huge actress and held the world in her hand, she only had you

warnings - angst, high schoolers lol, all characters are 18 and up :)

an - school au! senior year for these babies, new series?

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You hooked up with Jenna Ortega.

Big statement to say, but it’s very very true. How it happened though, well that’s a long story. It dates back to when you were both seniors in highschool….

———Past———

You were a dream girl; straight A's, decently pretty, wasn't talkative yet everyone ended up having a conversation with you, just all around good. You were the girl everyone wanted to be friends with, the girl that guys would fawn over and other girls would envy for your vigorous reputation. But alas, that's only the shell that people saw.

In reality, you were someone a mom would scold you for hanging out with because you’re so risky. When you were nine, you climbed a telephone pole and did the macarena sitting on top of it. At fourteen, you somehow hot wired your fathers car and proceeded to crash it, breaking only a toe. And now, at the ripe age of eighteen, you have caused your entire family to move from Miami to Coachella Valley; what a big jump.

It wasn't your intention to almost burn down the school just because you got into a fight and your first defensive measure was to whip out a lighter attached to a can of hairspray and try to turn poor Greta Stone into a Doctor

Phil look-a-like just because she called your brother a fag.

You liked to say it was an accident.

But expulsion was given and boy were your parents angry, so angry that they hopped a few states and ended up in a small town full of party people.

Your brother, Theo, was so disappointed in you that he called you a "queer failure".

"I am not a 'Queer Failure'!" You snarled, mocking your brother's voice.

"But you are, and that is a tragedy." Theo replied, his nose buried in a picture of Rob Lowe.

He was already engorged in a magazine from the local drug store that he didn't even realize he was spilling his Pepsi, which you found of the utmost amusing.

"Will both of you please stop bickering? You've been nipping at each other for so long you didn't even notice we are here." Your mother said, scolding you both..

You peered out the window, your y/e/c eyes focusing on the large familiar building. It was already busy with people, some rushing through the doors while others loitered around their cars and by the bike parking area.

You frowned, but got out of the car with your usual calm demeanor. Theo followed suit, hopping out with what he would call a 'gay swing', and strutted off into the ocean of high-smoked teenagers to presumably get a buzz.

"Behave, okay? I don't want a call again." Your mother said through the car window, smiling warmly at you.

"I'll try mom." You replied, leaning down to kiss her cheek before you walked off.

It was a normal thing for teachers to call home about your behavior; you always ended up being reckless and snappy with everyone and everything you come across. 

But that's just how you are.

With your bag loosely hung over your shoulder and your head held high, you lazily walked towards the school, ignoring the looks you received from passersby.

See, your wardrobe was different from most girls. You didn't wear any of the typical sundresses or skinny jeans with floral shirts, you wore guys clothes, nike shorts with hoodies and converses, no matter the weather. Not trying to peg yourself as ‘i’m not like other girls’, but you were definitely a heavy masc.

As you walked in, you noticed a pair of three girls ogling a guy walking past. He had blonde curly hair styled back into a mullet, with matching denim jacket and jeans, and a white button down. A cigarette hung loosely between his lips, completely disregarding school rules as he went towards the parking lot.

'Typical lazy fuck.' You thought as you passed by.

You eventually made it into the school, and proceeded to head straight for your locker as you didn't need any interaction with anyone here. You fumbled with the lock and it's nerving combination before successfully opening it. You took out your assortment of books and binders, placing them neatly on the top shelf before hanging up your backpack.

You were so engrossed in organizing your locker that you almost missed a certain latina girl walking out of the bathroom. Your eyes snapped to her and followed her down the hall to three lockers down from your own.

That girl was Jenna Ortega, the prime jewel of your highschool, or so you liked to think. She was drop dead gorgeous in your opinion, with wavy brown hair that framed her beautifully freckled face, chocolate brown eyes that sparkled in the sunlight, and slightly tanned skin that looked warm and inviting. She was the girl that you first fell in love with, and probably the last.

You first met Jenna when you were outside fixing your bike in the driveway; Jenna happened to go a different route on her morning walk and had noticed you working your ass off in the California sun. She stopped to say hello and introduced herself seeing that you were new to the neighborhood.

Ever since that day, you couldn't stop thinking about her.

Jenna’s heart belonged to no one, but that still didn’t mean should or even could make a move.You didn't mind, it was actually easier to just admire and imagine instead of embarrassing yourself with a potential rejection.

Doesn’t mean that you still yearned to be with her.

"Hey Y/n!"

You were snapped out of your thoughts by a voice you knew almost instantly, your body turning to the short girl.

"Hey Jenna." You replied smoothly, though your heart was running forty miles a second from the voice of a girl who could easily end your life with a wink.

“How was your weekend?” She asked, looking up at your with the most gorgeous eyes you’ve ever seen, “Was it enjoyable?”

“Meh, it was alright.” You said, grabbing your binder out of your locker, “How was yours?”

“It was relaxing, just what I needed.”

You hummed and nodded, reaching down to grab your water bottle, “Did you need something from me?”

"I was wondering if you had anything to do after school today? I need to study for my chemistry quiz and you are the only person who I trust to help me get it done." Jenna asked, toying with her fingers.

Truthfully, Jenna didn't need help studying for her chemistry test, she actually didn't need help studying at all due to the fact that there wasn't a chemistry test. She just wanted to spend time with her friend, the one she couldn't get her mind off of for some reason.

See, she found you to be one of the utmost unique. From your cinnamon brown skin, to your silky hair that was always pulled back into the cutest pony tail. Jenna saw you as the prime reason to why she questioned her sexuality.

But she wouldn't tell you that, she wouldn't tell anyone that.

"Uh...sure, I don't have anything to do today." You muttered, shutting your locker.

"Awesome! Want me to drive you there?" Jenna asked, smiling brightly, which you found entirely cute.

"Whatever works best for you."

Jenna whooped and threw her arms around your neck, burying her face in your green sweater. She loved the smell of her undying crush, finding that your scent was that of coffee and morning air, far better than any candle or air freshener she could buy.

"I'll see you later!" She said, leaning back to smile at you for a moment before hurrying off to her first class.

You watched her go, smiling to yourself as the girl of your dreams waved to every person she saw. Times like these made you question whether love was a feeling or a curse, especially since your heart thumped for one of the most famous upcoming actresses ever.

What a predicament you were in.

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[givemewallywestorgivemedeath]

figured i'd ask you since you're like, The Flash Fam Expert, but do you happen to know the rough ages of the flashfam? like i know irey and jai are nine, ace is somewhere in his late teens, and wally has to be late twenties at the youngest but i can't find many specifics on other characters and wasn't sure if you might be able to help!

OOF. That's a rough one buddy. You don't understand what you have just unleashed upon the world.

God. Alright.

Irey and Jai are nine physically and mentally. Chronologically speaking, they're still toddlers but don't worry about it.

Ace is around 17? Not yet 18 but older than 15. I would bet on 17 but 16 wouldn't be crazy either. Avery is the same age.

Jay and Max are over 100 but by how much, I couldn't tell you. They play their age close to the chest. Physically they look 50-60 though.

Here's where it gets tricky.

Barry, Wally, Jesse and Bart.

So, Wally would've been in his early 30's when his children were born. Definitely by the time Barry came back Wally would've been at least 30.

However, during the N52 reboot everyone got deaged around a decade younger, Wally included. Wally came out of the Speedforce wearing his Kid Flash costume, indicating that he was physically 19 at the oldest. It's been a few years since Wally emerged, so physically he would have to be around 21 at this point.

Wild! I know!

So yeah, Barry would've been... late 30's? Ish? When he died. He came back at roughly the same age and chilled for a bit. He would've had to have hit 40 at least by that point. But speedsters also don't really physically age? So he looked like he was in his early 30's.

The N52 reboot hit, putting Barry at... late 20's- early 30's. I would say, by now, that the man is at least 30. Potentially even 35. But he looks 25 because speedsters don't age. (Iris would be around 30)

Bart is going to be the most wild one here. Alright. I'm speedrunning this one, so if you don't understand what is happening, I'm sorry but it is too late for you.

He exits the time portal at physically 12, ages to 14 before stabilized. He ages to 16 at which point he disappears. He comes back as an adult for a year but is killed. He comes back, again, back at 16 and is allowed to chill for a bit (potentially a year), bringing Bart to 17 years old (physically) when Flashpoint and the N52 reboot hit.

Bart was somehow spared the ~10 year deaging but he wasn't spared the deaging entirely. Bart pops out looking around 12-14 years old again. He runs around for about a year ish, which brings Bart to physically 13-15 years old currently in comics.

HOWEVER, it must be stated that, like Wally and Barry, Bart's mental age has never been reset. His mental age did not reboot with his body, so mentally Bart is around 19-20 years old.

Jesse... Jesse is weird. DC likes to keep Jesse ambiguously young. When in doubt, Jesse is around the same age as Wally. So, currently she would be around 21. The same applies to Linda.

So yeah. It's weird because Barry was a guy in his 30's with a little baby ten year old Wally and there was at least a 20 year age difference there. And now it's maybe 9 years? But also Barry looks 25 because he's a speedster, so it looks like Barry is only 4-5 years older than Wally.

Honestly if you went off looks alone, it'd be Jay (50), Max (50), Barry (25), Wally (21), Jesse (21), Avery (16), Ace (16), Bart (14), Irey (9) and Jai (9). Which is WILD?! Their family looks like two gay dads adopted 8 kids. Other than Max and Jay, they all look within five years of each other. It's wild.

Speedster aging man... They just... don't. They don't age. They live on Neverland time 24/7.

[lizzy019]

Hey hey!! I'm the anon who requested the poly Daniel Larusso and Johnny Lawrence fic, but if u wanted u could do a blurb just to get it off the list?

Also bc u have full creative freedom it might be nice

Idk, in my experience only writing other people's ideas for a while can lead to some killer burn out and I would hate if u got that :((

Ily, have such a nice day, drink water, all that stuff!! 🫶🫶

Thanks babe! I'll try 😭 I'm lacking motivation lately. I used GN reader for this, I hope you don't mind! <3

~~~~~~~~~ 18+ ~~~~~~~~~~~🌿~~~~~~~~~~~ 18+ ~~~~~~~~~

"Whimperin' and moanin', like a bitch in heat. Bet your little Danny just adores it, huh?" Johnny snarled as you gagged on Daniel's cock.

Locked in an Eiffel Tower position, you felt utterly useless but to succumb to the two men. You really were like a dog in heat, taking everything they so graciously handed to you whether it be given aggressively or kindly. You took what you got and were thankful for it.

"Oh fuckin'- ah shit! Oh baby! Yeah baby, suck it! Suck it real go-oh fuck!" Daniel was such a bloody mess, his legs were barely holding him up if it weren't for Johnny's rough hands holding him still.

Johnny was smirking like he'd accomplished the greatest thing known to man, pounding into your wee, puffy little hole with vigour as you practically ate Daniel's cock.

It was stupid, all of this stemming from who had the biggest cock and who could last the longest.

But could you really find it in you to care when you were being used like a sex doll? No, you were enjoying it too much to really find a reason to complain.

Your body was sore, your back hurt from the constant arching and moving to adjust for the sake of your comfort, but it was always overtaken by Johnny pushing a hand back against you to keep you from moving.

"They're so good for us, aren't they, Danny? Look at 'em, just takin' these two cocks like a bitch. Bet they like it too, huh? Don't you? Don't you? Come on, fuckin' say it!" Johnny was cold with his words, as if trying to keep his cool even if he was staggering too.

He knew you couldn't speak with your mouth full of Daniel's cock, he just wanted an excuse to give your ass a slap, albeit not hard enough to hurt you.

Without any warning, Daniel had moaned just a bit too loudly as his hot semen filled your mouth and slicked your throat. It tasted yummy, as odd as it sounded. Like salt, but creamy and tangy with just a bit of sweetness to it.

Daniel didn't even seem to feel bad about losing and cumming first, he simply collapsed and let you use his body as something to lean on.

And sure enough, Johnny wasn't far behind as his cum spurted out of his urethra and into the condom he wore to protect you from his children ruining your hole and undergarments.

Poor Daniel, he had to catch you when you collapsed on top of him, and make sure he wasn't crushed under the weight of Johnny on top of you both.

But it was cozy, and you had to admit that being with these two men was nice, warm, and enjoyable.

"Johnny... next time, you should moan like me too. It gets 'em off." Daniel teased, kissing your head to soften the embarrassment he so obviously brought you while Johnny only laughed.

"Pfft, that's gay." Johnny muttered, rolling over to lay on his back and away from you two.

"...Johnny, you are gay." Daniel laughed.

Johnny simply shot him a look before trying to close his eyes and get some sleep. However, you were already long gone into your little sleep.

I kept messing up Johnny and Daniel because Ralph Macchio plays Daniel but he also plays Johnny in The Outsiders, so I had to edit this six times 😭

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

49. “Give me a week. A week, and I’ll be back to normal. A week, and I’ll… I’ll be over you. Just a week and you’ll have the old me back. It’s that easy, I promise.”

9.”Don’t give me that look.”

18. “You don’t get to do decide my feelings for you.” 

🍎🎸

More prison au because why the hell not lol

Adam started noticing little things about Lucifer. Like how the shade of blue in his eyes rivaled the sky, how his blonde hair was always kept in place neatly, how his breath felt on his ear as his whispered velvety words-

He shook his head, what the hell was wrong with him? He wasn't gay! Or.... At least he didn't think he was.

Maybe it was just Lucifer cause no man had ever captivated his attention like this before.

Weirdly, Adam had never felt so safe.

Lucifer might have noticed some of his odd behavior, cause when they were in their cell for lights out he brought it up right away. "What is going on with you?"

Adam blinked owlishly, he didn't want to talk about it. "Nothing. Just go the fuck to bed." He answered hotly. Adam yelped when he was dragged down by his calves, Lucifer standing in-between his legs holding them open as he leveled Adam with a stern look.

"You know better than to speak to me like that." His hands traveled up to Adams thighs. "You've been acting weird all week. So I'll ask you again: What's wrong?"

Adam gulped as he tried to ignore the tender touch on his inner thighs. His face started to burn hot, it didn't help that he felt something poking him in the ass cheek. "Nothing."

"Adam."

Fuck. "Look, it's not like it fucking matters okay? You don't even...." He trailed off and averted his gaze when Lucifer gave him a questioning raise of his brow. “Give me a week. A week, and I’ll be back to normal. A week, and I’ll… I’ll be over you." Adam whispered that last part, he still wasn't looking at Lucifer, it was too humiliating. "Just a week and you’ll have the old me back. It’s that easy, I promise.”

"Look at me." Lucifer said, he gripped Adam's thigh tighter when he didn't. Adam finally looked at him. "Don't give me that look."

"What look?"

"That hurt look, like you think I don't give a shit."

"But you don't."

Lucifer narrowed his eyes. "You don't get to decide my feelings for you." He climbed on top of Adam to get right in his face. "I wouldn't do half the shit I do for you if I didn't care about you." Lucifer brushed the back of his hand gently over Adams cheek. "You're my favorite, baby." Lucifer leaned down and kissed Adam.

Adam's eyes went wide but he recovered and kissed the blonde man back.

"Oh Adam, I love the way you taste, the way you look under me. You're a breathtaking view. Trust me when I say I feel the same." Lucifer had been taking notice of Adam too, every little detail of the ex-officer was burned into his mind.

As Adam was properly pinned to the thin mattress, he couldn't help but think maybe prison isn't so bad.

As long as they had each other.

[solradguy]

Mr. Badguy I have a question as a guilty gear lore baby. I have been told sol/ky is problematic and I do not know why I fear. Could you please explain

Oh boy. I'm probably not the best person to ask about what ships are and aren't problematic because I honestly... just don't have the energy to care about it that much, it's like infinitely easier to block/blacklist and then move on. I don't know how people have the free time to get as worked up about it as they do.

Anyway. So, Ky's age before Missing Link (the earliest in the timeline of the games' stories) is generally the biggest problem. He was 20 in ML and a teenager through the Crusades. I think he was probably at least 18 near the end of the Crusades right before Sol left but that's pushing it. Anything with Ky and Order Sol's bad weird. I won't argue that at all, Ky was a kid and Sol was very much an adult, on top of the physical and mental power imbalance between them. Not good. Luckily, I really only see HOS/Ky stuff from the really early fandom (<2006) and IIRC their ages were still pretty vague back then so I'm just gonna chalk it up to no one knowing, especially in the EN fandom where it was a lot harder to find/get official information.

Between Missing Link to like late GGX/early GGXX I don't see what the problem with shipping them then is; they were both adults at that point and there wasn't even the power dynamic between them that there was during their Holy Order days. This, I think, really just comes down to personal reasons for not liking it. Which is fair.

After GGXX it gets... complicated.... Ky marries Sol's daughter but it's vague on when exactly Sol pieced it together that he even had a kid and that it was Dizzy, of all people. Ky definitely did not know she was Sol's kid until at least like partway through Xrd, when they both kind of put the pieces together and had a crisis over it. So shipping them after this point, between the timelines of Overture through Strive, you've got the issue of Sol now being Ky's father-in-law.

But the canon never straight up says Dizzy is Sol's kid (it is VERY HEAVILY implied though) and Sol and Ky both end up being dads together for Sin...?? It's like ASW is playing gay chicken with whether or not Sol and Ky are still shippable from an ethical standpoint lol Whatever that saying is about having a cake and eating it too, etc.

I saw the email for this ask this morning and I presented the Sol/Ky situation to my mom as if they were real people (she doesn't know anything about GG) and she was like, "That's a hell of a love triangle but I guess if the guy (Ky) and the daughter (Dizzy) got divorced and the daughter is alright with it, and it's consensual between the men, then it's weird but it's not as bad as some other relationships I've seen."

That's kind of how I feel about it too...? It's messy as fuck lmfao But I guess if there's a way to like write it so that Dizzy doesn't end up needing lifetime therapy then like... go for it....? I guess....???

I don't ship Sol/Ky because I think their dynamic is WAAAYYYY more interesting keeping them as rivals-turned-friends, and I like Dizzy too much; there's too big a chance of her ending up getting completely devastated by it. But as far as "problematic" Guilty Gear ships go, Sol/Ky's in the like... "People are wasting time arguing about this?" tier, imo. It being Thee biggest GG ship throughout the series' entire history is something to be considered, too. It's unavoidable, even the official art contributes sometimes. I often wonder why they decided to make it weird by throwing Dizzy into the mix because I know that, from digging through old forum archives, that change made a lot of people furious hahah

Disclaimer because the reading comprehension on this website is abysmal: I DON'T SHIP SOL/KY. IT'S FUNNY AS A JOKE BECAUSE IT'S AWKWARD BUT I DON'T SHIP IT IN SERIOUS CONTEXTS BECAUSE IT'S JUST NOT THAT GREAT A SHIP AND THE FATHER-IN-LAW THING MAKES ME A LITTLE UNCOMFORTABLE.

[vintagepresley]

Pretty Baby

Chapter Two: There's An Art To This

Pairing: Elvis Presley x OC Reader

Word Count: 6, 963 words

Warnings: 18+ Cursing, mention of pills, smoking, talks of porn, typical Elvis stuff. That's about it. Nothing too crazy this chapter.

Author's Notes: Hi besties, I'm so happy that some of you that had read the first chapter really enjoyed it! I wasn't too sure how well it would do. But I'm happy to know this story already has some fans. Once again, this is starting off a bit slow. But we will be getting to some juicy stuff next chapter. I'm not promising any smut but there will be some angst. But we WILL get to the smut very soon. This is more of a slow burn type of story as I mentioned before. But I hope you enjoy this next chapter and the cute little banter between these two as much as I enjoyed writing it! Also peep the Elvis phone bit I took from Joyce Bova’s book, lol. Possible spelling errors.

Pretty Baby series

Elvis let out a soft hum as he settled into the backseat of his Cadillac as Lamar pulled off from Rebecca’s house. He informed Joe who sat across from him that he wanted to make arrangements to have his things brought from the hotel in Uniondale into a hotel in the city. He wanted to be close to Rebecca for their dinner tomorrow night. In Elvis’ mind the dinner was a date. He smiled down at the phone number scribbled in the palm of his hand, his mind on one thing, Rebecca. He couldn’t get her out of his mind the entire ride to the new hotel or those big green eyes of hers. There was just something about her that had him completely hooked that he needed to know more about her. She may have been 20 years younger than him, but she seemed wiser beyond her years just from their little conversation alone. Once he arrived at his new hotel in Manhattan; Red, Sonny, and Charlie walked with Elvis inside as they made arrangements for his stay as Joe used a payphone to contact Jerry who was back in Uniondale and telling him about the new arrangements and how they needed Elvis’ things brought to Manhattan. Meanwhile once they got the room squared away Elvis walked with the guys up to his suite and all he was concerned with was getting to a phone and calling Rebecca. He wanted to get a time down for their date before she got a chance to consider changing her mind. Not that he thought she would, but she seemed unpredictable and he didn’t want her to get away that easily from him. 

Back in The Village Rebecca couldn’t make sense of what happened that night. Did she really just agree to go to dinner with Elvis Presley? She wasn’t sure if she should tell her friends because they probably wouldn’t believe her. But she wanted to tell someone because it just didn’t seem real and she was still a bit weary of him or what his intentions were especially with him being an older man, they usually only wanted one thing from her when they find out what she does for a living. But he seemed trusting enough and if it didn’t work out it’d be an interesting story to tell people in the future. She went off to her room to get showered and dressed in a tank top and just a pair of black underwear and headed downstairs where she plopped down on the couch, smoked a joint and watched television. The thought of Elvis lingered in the back of her mind. She had wondered if he’d call tonight or if he’d call at all. After some time had passed she heard the front door opening the voices of both of her roommates, she smiled as she saw the two of them and was even happier to see that they had grabbed chinese for dinner. Paul, who she had met at one of the gay clubs in the city a couple years back, was practically her other half; they became quick friends and he offered her a room in his place and she’s been there ever since. Abby was Paul’s friend and was already living there with him, she and Abby got along fast because they had a lot in common and shared similar interests. They were the only two people she trusted more than anyone. 

“Perfect, you got dinner!” Rebecca laughed as she put out her joint and got up to kiss Paul’s cheek as she snatched the bag from his hands and set it on the coffee table. 

“I figured you’d forget it was your turn to get dinner this time.” Paul chuckled as he plopped down beside her and unpacked the food from the bag. Rebecca had a cheeky grin on her face because she did in fact forget especially with everything going on with Elvis. How could she remember to grab dinner?

“I’m going to get showered and I’ll be back down.” Abby hummed as she made her way toward the steps. “And don’t touch my eggroll, Paul!” she yelled from the top of the steps. Paul and Rebecca laughed softly. 

Rebecca grabbed the carton of lo mein and some chopsticks and began to eat her food. “How was your day?” Paul asked with a smile. Rebecca raised an eyebrow at his words as she swallowed her food. 

“Fine.. Just like any other day. Why? Nothing special happened.” She asked suspiciously. 

Paul laughed. 

“I’m just asking. Why are you so defensive?” he uttered. 

“I’m not defensive.” Rebecca said softly as she rolled her eyes and continued to eat her food. Paul chuckled and shrugged as he began to eat. She didn’t mean to get defensive but Elvis was still on her mind and it felt as if people knew about her encounter with him when they didn’t. Abby soon joined them back downstairs and the three of them settled into the couch eating their chinese food. 

Elvis had been settling into his hotel suite as he waited for Jerry to arrive with his things which would be some time with the traffic. While he waited he asked one of the guys to get some food ordered up to the room and he went off to his bedroom, shutting the door and sitting down on the bed and staring back at the phone number on his palm again, a smile gracing his lips as he picked up the phone and dialed the number. For a moment as the line trilled, he thought about what if she had given him a false number. But he had hoped she wouldn’t have done that to him. Paul was in the kitchen as the phone began to ring and he went to answer it. 

“Hello?” he answered. 

Elvis furrowed his brow when he heard a man answer the phone and now his mind was running wild. Maybe she did give me a false number. Or maybe this is her boyfriend? “Uh… Hello. Is, uh.. Rebecca there?” Elvis mumbled softly. 

“Yeah, I’ll get her for you.” Paul replied as he set the phone down and headed back into the living room. “Becca, some guy with a southern accent is on the phone asking for you.” Paul said. Rebecca raised an eyebrow and the two of her friends were giving her a look as if there was something she wasn’t telling them. It couldn’t be Elvis.. If it is, he sure doesn’t waste any time. She thought to herself as she set her food down and got up from the couch and headed into the kitchen. She picked up the phone and held it against her ear as she glanced back toward the living room to see Paul and Abby looking in her direction before they turned their attention back to the television acting as if they weren’t listening. 

“Hello? Elvis?” Rebecca said in a hushed tone. 

“Hey, honey.” Elvis hummed with a smile when he heard her voice. 

Rebecca rolled her eyes at him calling her honey again, but she gave up on correcting him and she glanced back at her friends once again as she held the phone close. “I wasn’t expecting you to call so soon.” she whispered. 

“I told ya I’d call, honey. Say, uh.. Who was that guy that answered the phone? Your boyfriend? You never said ya had a man..” Elvis murmured, feeling a bit disappointed if she already had someone. He raised an eyebrow when he heard Rebecca suddenly laughing on the other end. She practically started giggling at his assumption especially since Paul was gay. Her friends peered their heads in at the sound of her giggles. 

“What’s so funny?” Elvis asked curiously. 

“Oh, nothing.. I don’t have a man. That was my roommate.” she said as she rolled her eyes. 

Elvis raised an eyebrow at her words. “Your roommate’s a guy?” he said with a hint of jealousy in his voice. Rebecca giggled again; she just found the whole thing hilarious.

“Oh, relax. I can hear the jealousy in your voice. Besides, Paul's gay.” she said nonchalantly. There was a silence from his end of the phone but the sound of his breathing quietly escaping from her end. 

“O-Oh.. Oh okay, ya got any other roommates I should know ‘bout?” he asked. 

“Just my friend, Abby. That’s it.” She said with a smirk. 

“Mm.. So, what time are ya free for dinner tomorrow?” Elvis asked with a smile. Rebecca took another glance back at her friends who were now preoccupied with the newest episode of ‘The Mary Tyler Moore Show’. Her attention back on Elvis now she took a moment to think as a small hum escaped her lips. 

“Pick me up at 7:00. Don’t be late.” Rebecca said sternly.

Elvis laughed. “Yes, ma’am.. I’ll be there at 7:00.” Elvis assured her. 

“Good. Well, I’ve gotta go. Bye, Elvis.” Rebecca hummed. 

“Bye, Rebecca. Have a goodnight, honey.” Elvis said with a smile before she hung up and he held the phone for a moment as he listened to the dial tone humming into his ear before he put the phone back on the hook. Elvis made sure to write her number down before he got up and headed back out to join the guys for dinner. 

Rebecca had a small smile on her lips and quickly snapped herself back to reality not wanting to swoon over this man like women typically do. It was just dinner and that’s it. She cleared her throat and headed back into the living room where Abby and Paul looked right at her with grins on their faces. Rebecca folded her arms over her chest. “What??” she said with a bit of an attitude. 

Paul chuckled as he and Abby shared a look before they looked back at her. “Nothing. We just didn’t know you were seeing someone.” Abby answered. 

Rebecca shook her head as a soft scoff escaped her lips. “I’m not seeing anyone. It’s just dinner.” she remarked. 

“Uh huh.. Who is this mysterious southern gentleman you’re having “just dinner” with then?” Paul teased. 

Rebecca couldn’t help but roll her eyes at the two of them. Why was she suddenly on trial? It was just dinner. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you who he was.” she replied. 

Now she had gotten their attention and Abby quickly muted the television and the two of them were practically at the edge of their seats as she had their full attention now, desperately wanting to know the name of the mystery man. “Man, now you’ve gotta tell us!” Abby pleaded. 

“Spill the details. Is it someone we know?” Paul questioned. 

Rebecca couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped her at his question. “Maybe someone your parents know..” she mumbled under her breath as she sat in the chair across from them. “When I tell you it cannot leave this room. I mean it.” she said in a serious tone. Now their eyes were wide which only furthered the need for them to know even more. Rebecca took a deep breath trying to find the words to tell them because just the thought of saying it outloud now just sounded ridiculous. “It’s Elvis Presley.” she blurted out. She scanned their faces trying to get a read on their reactions. The two of them were visibly shocked. 

“Isn’t he like…. super old?” Abby uttered. 

Paul laughed softly at her comment. 

Rebecca rolled her eyes at Abby’s response. “That’s the first thought you have? He’s not that old. Besides, what does that matter? It’s just dinner.” Rebecca remarked. 

“Yes, we know you’ve repeated it several times. It’s just dinner. How the hell did you end up going to dinner with Elvis???” Paul chimed in. 

“It’s a long story that we can talk about another day. But now you guys know.” Rebecca hummed as shrugged and stood back up. “I’m gonna head to bed.” she said softly as she made her way upstairs, leaving the two of them still completely in shock by the news. It was probably best for them to know so she wouldn’t have to sneak around in case things went a little further which she wasn’t counting on. She climbed into bed and under the covers, reaching over to turn her lap off and she laid there staring up at the ceiling as she got lost in thought and strangely enough a part of her was nervous for this dinner, while the other part was curious. But the natural instinct in her kept telling her not to trust him. She laid there for nearly an hour with Elvis on her mind before she had fallen asleep. 

Meanwhile back at Elvis’ hotel his night was far from over and once Jerry finally arrived with Elvis’ things they got everything situated. He and the guys horsed around after dinner and talked about the interesting day they had on a porn set and they talked about some of the girls. But they were careful not to bring up Rebecca. Elvis engaged for a bit, but he would get lost in and out of his thoughts about her. It wasn’t until Sonny began to speak about her with the other guys that caught his attention. Which had the rest of them not wanting to say too much about her because they could see Elvis had taken an interest in her. But Sonny, a few drinks in didn’t seem to care as he began to ramble on.

“Man, oh man, that one chick we drove home, goddamn she was hot.” Sonny shouted to the group. Elvis raised an eyebrow as he stared at Sonny. Red and Charlie tried to get him to sit down and shut up when they saw the look on Elvis’ face.

“Sonny, shut up and sit your ass down, man.” Red mumbled. 

But Sonny couldn’t stop himself.  “And did ya see the tits on her? Whew, man and with a pussy like that, I’d sure like to watch her in action again.” he said drunkenly with a laugh. Elvis clenched his jaw at his words and his eyes were narrowed as he quickly stood up from the couch and guys knew not to get involved as Elvis approached Sonny and he grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. 

“What the hell did ya just say?!” Elvis shouted angrily. 

A drunken Sonny was wide eyed and confused as he stared at Elvis. “Aw man, I-I didn’t mean nothin’ by it.” he uttered. Elvis gripped his collar tighter as he got in his face, he was so angry you could practically see the steam radiating off of him after hearing Sonny speak about Rebecca that way. 

“Keep your goddamn mouth shut when it comes to that girl! Ya hear me?! Don’t even fuckin’ look at her!” Elvis snarled as he let the man go pushing him away causing him to nearly fall as he began to head to his bedroom. “Get the hell out of here! All of y’all!” Elvis hollered as he slammed the door shut. They all did as they were told and hurried out of his hotel suite. Elvis knew that lots of men who probably saw her in those films probably spoke the same way about her, but he’d be damned if he let any of the guys speak about her in such a way. She was more than that. Just speaking to her in such a short amount of time he could tell she wasn’t meant to be doing that kind of work. He was determined to be able to help her out of it anyway he could. The anticipation for their date tomorrow night was driving him crazy. She was all he could think about and those eyes that were burned right into his mind. He couldn’t wait to get to know her more.

Elvis got dressed for bed and he took a couple pills to help with his insomnia and he climbed into bed. He figured he should call Linda and check in with her. Things between the two of them haven’t been great. She wasn’t in the dark about the women he would be seeing when she wasn’t around. But this time things felt different. He just didn’t feel in love anymore. He honestly felt so lonely and was searching for someone to take that feeling away. Their conversation was a short one as he made his usual promises to her and professed his love to her as they told each other goodnight. Once he was off the phone he grabbed a book off the nightstand and read a few pages until his pills kicked in and he fell into a deep sleep with the book opened on his chest. 

The Next Day 

Rebecca awoke sometime late in the afternoon and she could only think about one thing and that was Elvis and their dinner later tonight. She thought about canceling or not even answering the door when he showed up. She was starting to think this was a bad idea because she just wasn’t sure what his intentions were or if he was just trying to sleep with her. But her curiosity about him she just couldn’t shake. She wasn’t sure what she was going to wear and she spent a good portion of the afternoon searching through her closet for an outfit. She didn’t want to wear something that gave him any ideas that he’d be getting laid. But she also didn’t want to appear as if she had no idea how to dress. She finally settled on a floral bell sleeved crop top that tied in the front and dark blue bell bottoms with a pair of black platform heels. By the time she had finally found what to wear and had it laid out on her bed her room was a mess and it was already going on at 4:30pm. She still had to decide on how to style her hair and how she was going to do her makeup. She stripped off her pajamas and slipped into the bathroom to take a long hot shower. 

It was typical of Elvis to wake up late in the afternoon but for once he was up earlier than that. He had breakfast and watched a bit of television and hung out with the guys for a bit. He couldn’t wait for tonight. He managed to get the restaurant in the hotel closed just for the two of them so they wouldn’t be bothered. When the rest of the guys had left to go explore the city Jerry had stayed behind to hangout with Elvis and got to talking about Rebecca since Jerry didn’t get a chance to see her. 

“Man, just wait til ya see this girl, Jerry. She’s beautiful.” Elvis hummed with a smile. 

“I’m sure she is. I can’t wait to meet her.” Jerry replied. 

“And she’s got the prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen. Can’t get ‘em out of my head.” Elvis laughed. 

Elvis just went on and on about her which only furthered Jerry’s curiosity about this girl and what she looked like because it was easy to spot that Elvis was completely smitten with her already, but that wasn’t any different than usual. He was always like that with women but Jerry noticed this was a little different. After a while Jerry headed back to his room to allow Elvis to get ready as it was getting closer and closer to his date. He showered, shaved and came back out in his robe, looking through his clothes and deciding on a two tone light blue and dark blue suit and a light blue button up shirt to wear underneath and in the usual Elvis fashion it had a high collar and belt to match. He also added some of his gaudy jewelry to the look along with a choker. He styled his hair in the usual way and grabbed his glasses and picked up the phone calling down to Joe’s room. 

“Hello?” Joe answered. 

“Does Lamar have the car ready? I don’t want to be late, dammit.” Elvis demanded. 

“Yeah, he’s waiting out front. Did you want us all to come with you?” Joe replied. 

“Nah, I’ll just take Jerry and Charlie with me. I’ll meet y’all down at the restaurant when we come back.” Elvis answered before the two men ended their conversation and hung up. 

Rebecca was hurrying to get her hair and make up down, choosing to go with a more natural look. She put on a little foundation, a bit of blush just to give her cheeks a rosy look and she put on mascara and colored in her eyebrows, putting on a shade of light pink lipstick. Then she curled her hair brushing it out so the curls were a bit looser. Once she had finished she went to get dressed and put on some earrings and a matching necklace. For the finishing touches she spritzed a bit of her Jean Nate perfume on her wrists and her neck before looking at herself in the mirror and exhaling softly before she grabbed her purse and headed downstairs to wait for Elvis. He better not be late. She thought to herself as she paced back and forth in the living room. 

Jerry and Charlie walked closely with Elvis as they got him downstairs to the car and hopped inside behind him. Elvis looked at his watch, seeing that it was already 6:30pm, but they weren’t too far from her house and the traffic didn’t seem too crazy yet. Lamar began their drive to The Village. Rebecca stared at the clock and she didn’t understand why she felt nervous, she rifled through her purse to grab a cigarette to calm her down and she lit up, taking a big drag from it before exhaling and she could feel herself calming down. As time ticked away, she looked up at the clock again to see that it was now 6:50pm. She walked over to peer out of the curtains not seeing a car yet. Five minutes went by and at 6:55pm Elvis was pulling up to her front door in his fancy cadillac and he ran his hands over his suit to soothe it out as he let out a small exhale as Charlie got out to open the door for him and Jerry followed behind him as he approached her door. Elvis knocked lightly and Rebecca felt her heart drop, part of her had hoped he forgot all about this dinner. She took another glance at herself before she went to open the door, she raised an eyebrow at him seeing his outfit which was flashier than what he was wearing last night and she glanced at the clock.

“Well, right on time.” she hummed. 

Elvis smiled widely at the sight of her. 

“Told ya I wouldn’t be late, honey. You look beautiful.” Elvis responded. 

Jerry could see why Elvis was a little obsessed with her. She really was beautiful and he wasn’t kidding about her eyes. Rebecca recognized Charlie and Lamar who were sitting in the car.  but Jerry was new. 

“Thank you. I see you didn’t come alone.” she said softly as she stepped out the house and locked the door behind her. 

Elvis chuckled as he reached out for her hand to help her down the steps, but she swatted him away. “I got it.” she murmured. 

“Of course ya do, honey and I told ya we wouldn’t be alone. No funny business like you asked.” Elvis replied as the two of them made their way to the car and got inside. Just like last night she didn’t sit too close to him and she stared at the other two men as Lamar headed back to the hotel. Rebecca looked over at Elvis who was already staring at her with a wide smile on his face. 

“So, where are we going?” she asked. 

“Well, it’s kinda hard for me to go anywhere without being mobbed. I thought we’d have dinner at the restaurant at the hotel I’m staying at. I managed to get it closed just for us.” Elvis responded. 

Rebecca nodded and she wasn’t surprised he was able to get a whole restaurant shut down just for him. Elvis continued to stare at her and he cleared his throat a bit. “Y’know you can sit a little closer. I ain’t gonna bite.” Elvis laughed. 

Rebecca raised an eyebrow at him and shook her head. “I’m okay right here.” she hummed. Elvis nodded and couldn’t help but smirk a bit to himself because he felt she was determined to not get too close to him or maybe not even like him. When they finally returned to the hotel and got out of the car, Elvis slipped his hand around her waist as they walked inside and she looked over at him with a look that only made him laugh. She was going to be a challenge for him and he loved that. As they approached the restaurant the rest of the guys were already there sitting at another table. Jerry, Lamar, and Charlie joined them while Elvis led Rebecca over to another table just for the two of them. He pulled her chair out for her and she wanted to roll her eyes so badly, but didn’t as she sat down. 

“Thank you.” she mumbled. Elvis nodded and took a seat right across from her. She noticed that dinner was already on the table for them. She was surprised to see that someone of his celebrity status didn’t aim for a fancy dinner but something simple like burgers, fries and a couple of cokes. That made her smile a little because she felt it took some of the pressure off. Elvis noticed the smile on her face. 

“Well hell, you should smile more often. It’s gorgeous on you.” he chuckled. 

She rolled her eyes as she smiled more, shaking her head. When she saw him start to eat she followed right behind him. Things felt a bit awkward at first as the two of them didn’t really say much and just continued to eat. The faint sounds of his friends chatting away filled the room. As Elvis swallowed his food he looked at her again. 

“I’m happy you agreed to this date, honey.” he said warmly. Rebecca raised an eyebrow at him. 

“Who said this was a date?” she remarked. 

“Is it not?” Elvis replied. 

“No, it’s just two people talking and having dinner.” she answered. 

“So.. A date.” Elvis said with a chuckle. 

“Whatever. If that’s what you want to call it.” Rebecca said with a smile. 

He grinned and when he finished his food he wiped his mouth with his napkin and she pushed away what she had left and drank a bit of her coke before she lit a cigarette and stared at him as she took a drag. Elvis raised an eyebrow as he watched her smoke. 

“Y’know.. You shouldn’t smoke so much.” he says. 

Rebecca furrowed her brow at him as she purposely took a bigger drag and blew the smoke in his direction with a smirk. 

“You’re gonna lecture me now on smoking? Thanks for the heads up, dad.” she said sarcastically. 

Elvis shot her a look because of her sarcastic tone which he was still getting used to. The two of them stared at each other for a moment before they both started to just laugh. It felt like the ice was finally beginning to break between the two of them as they began to engage in conversation. 

“Can I ask ya something? I hope I don’t offend you.” Elvis asked. 

“Ooh, this should be good! Ask away.” Rebecca said happily as she put her cigarette out. 

“What made you get into porn?” Elvis questioned. 

Rebecca had a feeling that was going to be his question because that was always the first question people wanted to know. She never had an issue answering either. She smiled at him as she took another swig of her coke. 

“I know it’ll sound cliche. But growing up in the midwest I’ve always had dreams of coming to New York and becoming an actress. I love movies and also admire actors and actresses and felt it was something I could do. Something I can still do. So, I moved here at 17 and struggled for some time trying to get auditions and a year later I saw this one company was looking for girls for an “artsy” film. I thought it could be a start, you know? Turns out that artsy film was porn. By that point, I didn’t have money and it was a job. So, in hopes of being discovered for what I really want to do, I did it. I’ve been doing it since.” she said with a shrug. 

Elvis listened intently to her every word, finding her story fascinating. He only just met her but he could see she could be doing more with her life. More than just porn. She had the face for movies and already looked like a movie star. 

“Have ya thought about trying to find real acting jobs? Y’know, doing something where you could be creating real art. You seem to be wastin’ your talent with porn.” Elvis asked. 

She laughed at his words. 

“I have and I still do. But who’s gonna take a pornstar and make her a real actress? And hey, who says porn isn’t art? There’s an art to this. But men don’t see that because you’re always concerned with the pussy and the fucking.” Rebecca said with a small laugh. 

“Oh? Now I’d love to hear more.” Elvis replied, completely fascinated with the conversation. 

“Well, just think about it. There’s always a story being told that leads up to the fucking. They don’t just start fucking. There’s this huge build up. But men don’t ever notice that. Hell, you don’t even care about the story that’s being told. Sometimes the story is more interesting than the fucking. Trust me.” she explained. 

Elvis raised an eyebrow and smirked a bit. 

“You’re telling me a dirty movie like Deep Throat has a story to tell and it’s not just about her sucking dick?” Elvis laughed. 

“That’s exactly what I’m saying, man. Deep Throat pathed the way for the porn that now have these detailed stories of how two people end up fucking. They get real creative.” she answered. 

“Wow, I never thought of it like that.” Elvis responded as he smiled at her. 

“Men never do.” she said with a smirk. 

“You’re somethin’ else, ya know that?” Elvis hummed. 

Rebecca smiled at him and she could feel her walls coming down as the two of them continued to talk about their families and their jobs. Elvis mentioned his daughter to her and showed her pictures. Rebecca wasn’t expecting the night to go so well or to even find him this interesting but once they started talking they couldn’t stop. As the night went on they had been talking till nearly midnight. When Rebecca noticed the time she suggested she’d get home. Elvis respected her wishes and had Lamar bring the car around so they could take her back home. On the drive back to her house she was now sitting beside him feeling a bit more comfortable with him after getting to know him more and seeing what a gentleman he had been the whole night. Elvis smiled and they continued to talk some more the entire drive. 

Once she got back home he got out to walk her to the door. 

“I told you last night I’m a big girl.” She laughed. 

“You can never be too careful, honey.” he hummed as he smiled at her. 

The two of them stood on her front porch and stared at one another for a moment. 

“So, I really had a nice time with you tonight. Unfortunately, I’ve gotta leave tonight to continue my tour. But I’d like to set somethin’ up and come back out so we could do this again, honey.” Elvis said. 

Rebecca nodded and smiled at his words. She had to admit she wanted to do this again. She actually had a really nice time with him and it was the first time she had an intellectual conversation with a man who didn’t want something in return from her. He actually listened to her. She was surprised to see just how smart and deep he was. 

“I’d like that, Elvis.” she hummed as she leaned over to kiss his cheek before they said their goodbyes and she headed into her apartment, she watched from the window as he smiled to himself and got back into the car and Lamar drove him away. 

For next few months Elvis would fly out to New York and the two of them would have dinner in some hotel lobby restaurant or sometimes in his suite with the guys always present as he promised. The two of them would talk about everything and anything. Film, music, books, spirituality. They never ran out of things to talk about and the relationship was growing closer each time. She really began to look up to Elvis and saw him as a sort of a mentor and a friend. She felt such a closeness to him in a short amount of time because of how much they seemed to have in common especially with their age difference. But it was a closeness and a friendship they both needed because they were two people searching for something more. Eventually Elvis convinced to get a phone put in that he bought that would be just for him to call. She named it ‘The Elvis Phone.” Whenever he wanted to get in contact with her that phone rang, sometimes it would be him and sometimes it would be Charlie letting her know he was coming to town. But it was getting hard for Elvis to make these trips because he could tell Linda was growing suspicious as to why he was always flying to New York. She always turned a blind eye to his other women. But something was different this time. He saw her less and grew more and more distant as the months went on. 

The Ritz Carlton - New York - December 1975

Elvis and Rebecca were having their usual dinner of burgers and fries with a couple of cokes and as their night was dwindling down and nearing an end. Elvis smiled at her and rested his hand on top of hers and she flashed him a smile. She could tell something was on his mind because he kept staring at her as if he wanted to ask her something. 

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked. 

Elvis chuckled. 

“Well, I wanted to ask ya something. I’ve got to head out to Vegas to fulfill my engagement there at the International and I’ll be there for a few weeks. So, we won’t be able to do this. So.. uh.. I was wonderin’ if you’d come out and spend a week or two with me. Just so we can continue to have our dinners.” Elvis replied. 

Rebecca raised an eyebrow at his words and she carefully pulled her hand away from him. 

“Um, I don’t know.. You know with work and everything. I can’t afford to miss out on pay. I’ve got responsibilities. I also can’t afford Vegas” she uttered hesitantly. She didn’t really like the idea of being away with him for two weeks. Yes, she’d miss their dinners if he couldn’t come out to see her. But together in Vegas? She just wasn’t sure. Even though she felt like she could trust him she still had her guard up once in a while with him. 

“Listen, I’ll pay you what you’d get working. You wouldn’t have to worry about a thing if you came out. The room would be paid for and I’d take care of it all, honey.” Elvis assured her. 

She shifted a bit in her seat and she shook her head. “I don’t want your money, Elvis. I don’t want that to become a thing in this friendship.” she responded. 

Elvis raised an eyebrow when she called them friends. Elvis felt more than just a friend to her, so that hurt a bit. But he wasn’t going to get into that now. He shook his head at her. 

“Well as a friend I want to help you and I’d like you in Vegas with me. Please?” he hummed. 

She let out a soft sigh. “Can I think about it?” she asked. 

He nodded once. “You can. But I’m leavin’ tonight. So, I’d need an answer soon.” Elvis replied. 

She nodded at his words as their dinner came to an end Elvis took her back home and as usual she kissed his cheek goodnight and thanked him for dinner. 

“I’ll give you a call in about an hour. I hope you decide to come.” Elvis mumbled before the two of them parted ways and she headed inside to find her friends sitting on the couch and they could see the puzzled look on her face as a soft sigh escaped her. 

“Everything okay, Becca?” Abby asked. 

Rebecca nodded as she came to sit beside them. “Elvis asked me to come to Vegas with him for two weeks. But I don’t think I’m going to go.” she said softly. 

Paul nearly shot up in his seat as he looked at her. “What? Why not?” he asked. 

She shrugged. “I just.. I don’t know. I just have this feeling that I shouldn’t go. I’ve enjoyed my time with him, but two weeks in Vegas? With him? I don’t know.” Rebecca remarked. 

“You’d be crazy not to go, man. You practically spend so much time with him when he’s here and if you didn’t like him a little bit, I’m sure you wouldn’t have gone out with him as much as you have these past few months.” Abby chimed in. 

“Exactly. We see the way you light up when the Elvis phone rings.” Paul adds. 

Rebecca rolls her eyes. “It’s not like that. He’s just become a good friend to talk to and we have a lot in common.” She says. 

“Even still. There’s something about him you like even if you won’t admit to anyone or yourself. So, don’t be stupid. Go to Vegas with him, man.” Abby responded. 

Deep down Rebecca knew that the both of them were right. She did like Elvis but not in that way. But she did begin to care for him as friends do. But that was it; her feelings for him was purely friendship on her end and she didn’t want anything to ruin that. But she would be stupid to say no to him plus she’d get a chance to see him in his element which she hadn’t gotten a chance to do yet. He’s seen plenty of her. She got up from her seat and smiled. 

“Alright, I’ll go. This is why I can always count on you guys to get me out of my own head.” She said with a small laugh. They chuckled as they watched her rush upstairs. She headed to her room and went to her closet to get her suitcase and she knew she didn’t have a lot of time to pack especially with him calling shortly for her answer. She grabbed what clothes she could and packed them into her suitcase along with her makeup, toothbrush and curling iron. She needed another suitcase just for her shoes as she rushed around the messy room making sure she had everything she needed and in the midst of all of this the Elvis phone began to ring and she smiled as she stopped what she was doing and went over to answer it. 

“Elvis?!” she answered. 

He chuckled at the way she answered the phone. 

“Hi, honey. Have ya thought about it?” he asked. 

“Yes, I’ve decided I’ll go. But just for two weeks.” she replied. 

She wouldn’t know it but he had the biggest smile on his face when he heard her answer. Now all he had to do was keep Linda from coming out for those two weeks. 

“Perfect. I’ll have Lamar come pick you up soon and I’ll meet ya at the airport.” he said softly.

Once they got off the phone she finished up packing and she decided to let the director of her next film know she’d need a replacement and before she knew it Lamar was back out front with the cadillac and she said her goodbyes to her friends as she headed out the door and into the car, taking a deep breath as she got into the car and Lamar packed her bags into the trunk and on their way to JFK airport she stared out the window and her thoughts ran wild and she hoped that she was she doing the right thing. As they got to the airport Elvis was already there waiting for her on the steps of the plane and she got out of the car and Lamar carried her bags for her as she made her way over and up the steps to Elvis who had the biggest grin on his face as he greeted her. The two set out for Sin City together as they boarded the plane, unaware of what was to come during the next two weeks. 

Las Vegas is calling and I must go….

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"you're different." | hyunho

College AU - Cheerleader!Hyunjin x Nerd!Minho - oneshot

words: 9.8k // warnings: smut, swearing, alcohol abuse/parties // 18+ dni if you are a minor //

Minho never liked sports.

Well, he never did until he saw him. Seungmin had pleaded with Minho to go with him to the football game the school was holding that evening, and even though he hated sports, he would go. For Seungmin. He wasn't even sure how they had become such close friends, them being in different years, but when they both picked up the same nerdy science book in the library at the start of the year, they had clicked. Seungmin was a sophomore, Minho was a senior. He had successfully avoided any and all sports activities and events - until now. Seungmin only wanted to go to support his classmate, Jeongin. They sat in one of the middle rows of the bleachers, Seungmin waving over to his friend who was standing with the rest of the cheerleader squad. Then he sees him. Minho had to do a double take, thinking the light was just playing a cruel joke on him, but there he stood. The most beautiful man he's ever seen.

Hyunjin had become a cheerleader as soon as tryouts started, already equipped with the gymnastic and acrobatic skills needed as well as experience from school. In school, he took extra classes for trampolining and gymnastics to hopefully get a scholarship for college - it worked. He met his best friend Felix during tryouts - the two have been inseparable since. If you saw one, you knew the other would be close behind. They did everything together, they may as well be attached at the hip. The only time they weren't together were parties. Hyunjin did not enjoy parties all that much. He also hated the stereotype that all jocks and cheerleaders were stupid - he was not stupid and neither were his friends. For example, Changbin took a mathematics major and he was one of the best Footballers he had ever seen.

"You have to come tonight!" Felix pleads, holding Hyunjin's hand and flashing his pretty doe eyes.

"If I say yes, will you let go of my hand?" Hyunjin sighs.

"I like holding your hand." Felix smiles.

"Oh, get a room." Jeongin rolls his eyes.

"Your boyfriend came to see you~ Maybe you two should get a room with your gay asses." Felix teases, gesturing to Seungmin. Hyunjin and Jeongin look over, the younger waving to his friend and slapping Felix's shoulder playfully. Hyunjin's eye catches on the man next to Seungmin, lips curling into a smile as he looks away. Now him, if he went tonight, he would go too.

"What's so wrong with being gay?" Hyunjin moves the teasing to Felix, watching him furrow his brows and look at him.

"Hyunjin, baby, darling, light of my life, I do not care if he's gay, look at us as proof, I care that he would be dating a nerd." Felix corrects. "I mean, they're all so weird and boring."

"Only because you can't pull anyone, even the nerds." Hyunjin huffs, stretching his arms.

"And you're stupid so they make you look bad." Jeongin adds. Felix gasps, offended at such accusations. Before he can even argue back, they're called into position.

Hyunjin was over the party as soon as he got there. Jeongin had abandoned him to find his friend, Felix had dragged him over to his other best friend and his friends - Chan, Changbin and Jisung. After a few drinks, he was just not having any fun. Yes, so fun to see couples eating each other's faces on every surface you turn to and people chugging an inhumane amount of alcohol. His idea of fun was to lay in bed with a book, or paint, hell, he'd even prefer to go to the gym. He heads into the kitchen to fetch another horrible tasting concoction, noticing Jeongin speaking to his friend Seungmin and that guy. He pours himself a drink into his red cup and heads over to them.

Minho was also fed up of the party. He enjoyed parties, sure, but not ones filled to the brim with idiotic jocks and their empty-brained cheerleaders. He was sure an eight year old was smarter than all of them combined. He drank quite quickly, hoping liquid courage would give him the strength to stay. 'For Seungmin' he would remind himself after every drink. He was sure his boredom was clear as day on his face and he had hoped it would stop anyone approaching him. But nothing stopped Hyunjin's curiosity. "So this is your friend?" Hyunjin asks Jeongin.

"Yes, Seungmin and this one is Minho." Jeongin gestures to them respectively, Minho just nodding as a greeting. "Guys, this is Hyunjin."

"You did great today." Seungmin smiles politely.

"Thanks." Hyunjin shrugs. He really didn't know how to reply to compliments, making him seem egotistical when in reality he is just not used to it. In school, people would have rathered cut a finger off than even look at him. That's when he decided he needed to change, grow his hair, hit the gym, clear up his skin - which he did.

"I'm surprised you haven't left." Jeongin chuckles, downing his drink.

"So Felix can hound me about it in the morning? No thanks." He huffs, following Jeongin and downing his drink too. He has to hold back a gag at the strength of the alcohol, did he even add a mixer?

"Not a party person?" Seungmin asks.

"Not really. I know, very out of character for a cheerleader, but it's just... Ugh." He rolls his eyes, handing Jeongin his cup and he grabs them both new drinks.

"Cheerleader who hates parties? Now that is surprising." Minho chuckles, sipping his drink. Hyunjin isn't sure how to react to the unreadable tone, just smiling and leaning on the kitchen counter that isn't occupied by some couple trying to consume each other. Even if Minho was insulting him, he didn't care - he just focused on his beauty. The way his face scrunches when he smiles, he wants to grab his camera and capture it. Jeongin hands Hyunjin a radioactive-looking drink, sipping his own. Hyunjin sips it, nose scrunching in disgust.

"Hyunjin!" A woman calls from behind him and he looks over, forcing a smile.

"Hey, Soyeon." He greets.

"Where's Chan?" She furrows her brows, expecting him to be with Hyunjin and Felix - they usually were all together at parties.

"Living room last I checked." He states and she smiles, kissing his cheek and running off through the crowd of people.

"Are you two..." Seungmin trails off, but it's clear what he wants to ask.

"Friends can kiss, you know. If they can't, she would be dating half of the football team." Hyunjin didn't mean for his tone to be so aggressive, immediately regretting the attack. He just hated assumptions. He hides his face as he takes a drink, quickly finishing the cup. He was sure that his liver was going to fail after that, already feeling it aging 20 years ahead of him.

"So does that mean we can kiss?" Jeongin smiles teasingly, poking Hyunjin's chest.

"In your dreams." Hyunjin chuckles. "I'm gonna go find Felix, you guys have fun." Hyunjin waves and pushes through the people, finally finding Felix with Chan, Soyeon, Changbin and Jisung.

"Hyunjinnie!" Changbin smiles, immediately cuddling into Hyunjin's side. They all drink and talk for a while, Hyunjin excusing himself to the toilet. He's glad the music drowns out the moans throughout the bedrooms, but they're still there, assaulting his ears. It's really disgusting, he thinks, I mean, can they really not wait until they get back to their dorm? As he approaches the bathroom, the door swings open and knocks him in the head. He stumbles back, holding his forehead.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry!" A familiar voice calls, causing him to look up to see Minho.

"It's okay." Hyunjin shrugs, rubbing the sore spot a little. "Maybe it knocked some brain cells into me." He jokes.

"Let me see." Minho frowns and moves Hyunjin's hand, rubbing a thumb gently over the small red bump forming. Hyunjin's breath hitches at how close he is - even a gentle breeze would crash their bodies together. His eyes fall onto Minho's face, watching his brows furrow and eyes droop in guilt as he observes Hyunjin's forehead. His hands were smooth, his touch gentle against the light ache on his forehead. He can feel Minho's breath on his neck, caressing his skin and suddenly the room feels very hot and very small and his nerves light up in anticipation. His cheeks flush red and he jumps back once he realizes how close he really is.

"See? It's fine. Nothing to worry about. See you around!" Hyunjin stumbles over his words, quickly entering the bathroom and locking the door. He covers his face as he throws his back against the door, blushing a deep red and sliding down to the floor. He eventually composes himself, doing what he originally intended to do and head back downstairs. He decides to call it a night, dipping out of the house when no one's looking and doing the short walk back to his dorm.

Minho stands in the hallway for a few moments, processing what just happened. He smiles to himself, glancing back at the door. He really made the most popular cheerleader flustered, now that was an achievement. He excuses it as the alcohol, but deep down he hopes it was because it was Minho touching him. Hyunjin's perfume lingers around him and he basks in it for a few moments,how did he just have a cheerleading performance and still smell so beautiful?  He felt fondness grow as he exhaled, composing himself and heading back downstairs.

Hyunjin flops onto the bed, room still spinning as he strips down to his boxers. He knows his dorm mate - Felix - won't be home tonight, probably staying in someone else's bed tonight so that gives Hyunjin all the privacy he wanted. He closes his eyes, thinking back to the altercation between him and Minho. He remembers how gentle his touch was, thoughts wandering to if he would be as gentle in bed or would he throw Hyunjin around like a toy. He can feel his dick growing in his boxers and he slips them off, stroking himself slowly. He continues imagining how Minho would look on top of him, using his body to get himself off. Would Minho wreck him? Leave him crying and trembling? Would Hyunjin let him?

Hyunjin opens his nightstand drawer, pulling out a bottle of lube and rubbing some onto his fingers. He presses his finger to his hole, pressing both inside of him. He gasps, slowly thrusting them. Would Minho do this, too? He presses his fingers into his prostate, gasping and pressing again. He speeds up his fingers, "Minho!" He moans. He continues moaning his name, squeezing his eyes shut as he cums all over his own chest and stomach. He pants, slowly removing his fingers. When he's recovered, he grabs some tissues from the nightstand and cleans himself up, putting the bottle of lube back into the drawer and shutting it. He throws the tissue into the trash, pulling his boxers back on and turning onto his side.

The next few weeks, all Hyunjin can think about is Minho. The bruise on his forehead faded quickly, only small, but it had served as a reminder of then. If he knew what classes he took, he would try to catch him 'accidentally' just to speak to him again. He couldn't ask Jeongin, however, knowing he'll immediately assume he has a crush. He does not. Just because he jacks off to the thought of him and imagines going on dates with him and thinks of him everyday does not mean he has a crush. No, he can't. He sighs, looking out the window. This class was so boring when students asked long winded questions, especially when if they had just read the material they would know the answer. It's not hard.

Minho had also thought about Hyunjin everyday, even when he had his alone time in the shower at night. He imagined what it would be like to paint Hyunjin's lips with his cum, his soft brown eyes staring up at him as he licks it up like a good kitty drinking his milk. He imagines how much Hyunjin would squirm under him, how much he would moan and beg.

He had found out Hyunjin's schedule from Seungmin, who had found out from Jeongin during casual conversation. He never asked for this information nor seemed interested when he was told, but this was the best news Seungmin had ever given him. He learnt that Hyunjin would spend every Thursday in the library as it was his day off, either reading or catching up with coursework. On Saturdays, he went to the gym and on Sundays, he would go for a long walk outside of campus for art inspiration. Minho also had Thursday morning free, taking the opportunity to 'accidentally' bump into him.

Minho enters the library at 10am - which is much earlier than he would ever wake up normally. He strolls through the book aisles, finding a book he likes the look of and scans the tables. He sees Hyunjin sitting alone at a desk in the corner, workbook open and typing quickly on his laptop with one earphone in. He sipped an iced coffee before resuming typing. Minho hesitates, was this weird? What if Hyunjin wasn't interested in being seen with someone like him? He doesn't get to decide as he blows his cover by dropping his book, a loud smack echoes through the library. The librarians glare at him and he mines a 'sorry' as he picks it up. Hyunjin's head snaps up, a small smile creeping onto his lips when he sees Minho. "It's you."

"Hi, again." Minho waves awkwardly, standing behind one of the chairs. "Any new brain cells?" He jokes.

"I wish, but no, sadly. You can sit if you'd like to, I'm just getting some work done." Hyunjin fully smiles. Minho accepts the offer, sitting down. Hyunjin looks back at his screen, resuming his typing and Minho opens his book. He pretends to read but he's unable to concentrate with Hyunjin opposite him. Hyunjin sticks his tongue out the corner of his mouth, concentrating, well, trying to. He has to remember to breathe normally, not letting his mind wander to unholy places. Hyunjin glances up - it was so obvious Minho was not reading that damn book. "You're not reading." Hyunjin observes, causing the older to look up from his book with wide eyes.

"I am!" He defends, the tips of his ears reddening.

"Oh yeah?" Hyunjin raises an eyebrow, looking up from his screen. "What sentence did you just read without cheating?" Minho doesn't answer, just staring at him. He really didn't have an answer, a good lie even, mind completely going blank. He really hated this. "Why did you really come here?"

"To read." Minho doubles down, looking back at his book. He was not about to confess he only came to see his face again, that he's been unable to get Hyunjin's flustered face out of his head since the party. That everytime he closes his eyes, he sees his face and whenever his mind is not focused on work, it's focused on him. He felt like a nerdy teenage girl who was crushing on the school's 'it boy' - it was embarrassing. "What are you writing?"

"Essay." Hyunjin states, turning the page in his workout and scanning over the words. "It's due at midnight but I've had no time to get started until now." Hyunjin sighs, leaning back in his seat. "I tried to get started last night but Felix kicked me out of the dorm to get laid."

"I bet you'll get revenge on him soon enough." Minho jokes.

"Yeah, I wish." Hyunjin huffs. "I might as well become a nun." Hyunjin jokes, sitting back up properly.

"You are full of surprises." Minho observes, expecting him to be quite sexually active, considering he was a cheerleader. That was their whole thing.

"Maybe you're just full of assumptions." An awkward silence falls between them and Hyunjin had never been so relieved to see Jisung running over to him. Jisung was in his gym clothes, sweaty and hair slicked back.

"Please tell me you have the notes for class." He begs.

"Who said you can speak to me? Besides, my knowledge isn't cheap." Hyunjin looks at him, deadpan. He was joking. Kinda. He would give his notes over, anyway, but he just loved to toy with the shorter man.

"You serious?" Jisung raises an eyebrow and sighs as Hyunjin just shrugs. "I'll buy you Starbucks?"

"Hmmm." Hyunjin crosses his arms.

"I'll do anything, please, I cannot fail this class." Jisung begs, holding his hands together.

"You really need to learn to take your own notes." Hyunjin sighs, opening his bag, opening the notebook and flicking through the pages until he finds the page of the neatest notes you've ever seen. He takes a picture, sending it to Jisung. "That's the best you're getting from me."

"Thank you!" Jisung smiles, hugging Hyunjin who tries to pull away. "I owe you my life." He runs out of the library.

"Ugh." Hyunjin brushes his clothes off. He could feel Jisung's sweat still linger on him and he contemplated running back to his dorm to shower, grossed out. He really was not a fan of touch, especially when the person was drenched with sweat and smelling like a whole gym locker room. Hyunjin was blessed with never smelling bad, always smelling like he's fresh out of the shower. He glances at Minho, who actually started reading the book during their conversation. "What are you doing for lunch?" Hyunjin drags his attention back to him.

"Meeting with Seungmin and going to the canteen, what about you?" Minho looks up from his book.

"Oh, probably nothing, just studying." Hyunjin shrugs, looking back as his computer dejected. He was hoping Minho didn't have plans, that maybe they could get lunch together, but he didn't want to make him cancel on his friend if he's already made an obligation. Minho pulls a piece of paper from his pocket and uses it as a bookmark, closing the book.

"You're not gonna eat lunch?" Minho questions.

"I will, after everyone else." Hyunjin lies, checking the time. "If you're grabbing lunch, you might want to go now. It gets busy soon." Hyunjin suggests. Minho nods and stands, grabbing his book.

"Make sure you do, skipping meals is not good, you know." Minho smiles softly, heading off to check out his book and meet with Seungmin. Seungmin is waiting outside the canteen doors, scrolling through his phone as he leans on the wall. He slips it in his pocket when he sees Minho, waving.

"Jeongin is joining us, by the way." Seungmin smiles. Minho nods, joining him in leaning on the wall. Jeongin appears a few minutes later, Felix in tow. "Hey!" Seungmin smiles, waving.

"I hope it's okay Felix joins us." Jeongin smiles back, Felix just crossing his arms.

"Not hanging with your bestie?" Minho asks, looking at the blond.

"If anyone interrupts his studying, they will not be walking out of here." Felix chuckles, shaking his head. 'But he let me disturb him?' Minho thinks to himself, following the others into the canteen. Maybe Hyunjin was just polite, it totally had nothing to do with the fact he was pining for Minho like a teenager in love. The canteen was always really busy, people sticking to their own 'cliques' at tables - it was very reminiscent of high school. They all queue up to grab their lunch, Jeongin leading the way to the end of the jock table. Jeongin knows no one would dare to say anything about letting nerds sit with them, scared of Chan and Changbin's reaction to upsetting their beloved maknae. Minho sits in the end seat, Felix next to him. Minho doesn't even listen to the conversation around him, picking at his food as he thinks of the handsome cheerleader.

They had made this a routine, Minho 'accidentally' finding Hyunjin in the library every Thursday morning and sitting at his table with a book or his own coursework. The table was always quiet, neither feeling the need to break the silence and instead to just enjoy each other's company. It was motivating for Hyunjin to keep on top of his workload, even taking on extra-credit classes. Hyunjin would always stay behind when Minho left for lunch, typing away on his laptop like time wasn't even moving. Minho didn't want to pull him out of his concentration to invite him to lunch, instead just waving and leaving without a word.

Minho wasn't sure how they ended up here.

Hyunjin had woken up late on Sunday, staring up at the ceiling in bed. He usually would get up, shower and take himself for a long walk to the local forest for art inspiration and some pretty photos. Today, he just didn't want to move - he wanted to curl up and go back to sleep. He knew it was the hangover from the party Felix dragged him to last night, neither getting back to the dorms until the early hours of the morning. He eventually gains the energy to sit up, looking over to Felix who was still fast asleep in his bed. He pushes himself through his morning routine - a nice warm shower, brushing his teeth, doing his skincare and finding a comfortable outfit for the day. Today he decided on some loose black trousers, a white tee and a chunky knitted cream cardigan. He slipped the strap to his camera around neck. He slung his tote bag filled with art supplies over his shoulder. He heads into their shared kitchen and grabs the fruit he had prepared yesterday, dropping the tub into his bag and throwing his keys into his pocket, walking through campus.

Most people were still in bed hungover or in their dorms, everything empty except for the few crazy people who also never took Sunday as a rest day, people like him who stayed productive all week. The sun was shining today, although there was still a harsh breeze that gripped onto Hyunjin's skin as he strolls towards the exit. A familiar face catches his eyes and he smiles to himself, catching up to him. "Morning, Minho."

"Morning." Minho turns around and smiles. "Going to the library?" Minho already knew he wasn't, but he didn't want Hyunjin to know that Minho had memorized his whole schedule from Seungmin. That's a one way ticket to being labeled a stalker.

"Oh, no, no, I'm going for a walk." Hyunjin chuckles, looking down. He found it really hard to form sentences when those eyes stared back at him, observing him so intently. He hated how flustered he would get when Minho would catch his eye across the room or any of his friends catching him staring, which he always came up with quick excuses for. "Would you like to join me? I mean, if you're not busy-" Hyunjin fidgets with his hands, keeping his head down.

"I would like that." Minho smiles. "Lead the way." Hyunjin nods and continues walking, taking Minho to his favorite spot. It was a hidden forest a half an hour walk from campus, a large lake hidden behind the bushes. Hyunjin had made a small hole to crawl through when he comes, squeezing through and helping Minho through. There were stepping stones to get to the other side to the flower field, Hyunjin hopping over easily. He turns around to see Minho staring at the mossy stones with anxiety.

"The water isn't very deep, don't worry!" Hyunjin calls over from the other side of the lake. The stones weren't big enough for two feet, but he quickly came up with a solution to get Minho over safely. He steps back over, holding out his hands. "Come on, I'll make sure you don't fall." He smiles. Minho reluctantly rests his hands onto Hyunjin's, taking a step forward as Hyunjin steps backwards. He wobbles a little, but Hyunjin just tightens his hands around Minho's to keep him upright. They make it over the stones safely, Hyunjin letting go of Minho's hands and turning away. A blush paints onto his cheek and he bites his lip. Minho looks around, observing the surroundings.

Hyunjin pulls out his camera, snapping a picture of Minho staring at the pink blossom trees that overhang above the lake. Minho was amazed this place was so close to their dorms and yet he'd never been here, or even known it existed. Hyunjin captures some more pictures of the blooming flowers and the way the sun reflects off of the clear water. He eventually leads Minho down the mud path to the flower field, brushing petals off of an old picnic bench nearby and sitting down. Minho sits opposite him, looking around. Hyunjin pulls out his sketchbook, his paints and a jar. He strolls back over to the lake, scooping some water into the jar and heading back to sit at the picnic table. Minho watches in fascination as Hyunjin starts painting, no sketch or anything, just painting whatever feels right.

As Hyunjin waits for the bottom layer to dry, he pulls out his fruit pot and opens it, offering Minho some. "It's fresh." He smiles. Minho takes a plump strawberry, biting into it as Hyunjin eats a grape. "If you walk down the river bank, there's a pond at the end with ducks and a wooden fishing pier. I don't recommend standing on it, though, it's really old and I don't think it's stable, but the ducks are really friendly." Hyunjin explains, smiling.

"How did you find this place?" Minho asks, grabbing a green grape from the pot and plopping it into his mouth.

"When I moved into my dorm, I wanted to explore local areas and I just stumbled across it." Hyunjin shrugs. "I never tell anyone it's here, I don't want them to ruin it."

"But you told me." Minho counters, tilting his head in curiosity.

"You're different." Is all Hyunjin replies before looking back at his painting, checking how dry it is. Minho blushes lightly, looking down at the table. They let the silence overtake them again as Hyunjin adds details to his painting, them both still eating the fruit Hyunjin had brought with them. After a few hours of painting, Hyunjin packs up his paints and leaves the sketchbook on the table to dry as he rises from his seat. He grabs a small bag of bird feed from his bag and leaves it on the table, pouring some of the contents into the fruit pot with the squashy fruit that neither wanted to eat. He smiles, gesturing for Minho to follow him, which he does. Hyunjin leads him to the pond, kneeling on the floor as a few of the ducks rush over, quacking. He places the pot into the floor, letting the ducks eat as he gently pets each one. Minho stays back, watching. "Guys this is Minho, okay? He's friendly, so be nice to him." Hyunjin speaks softly to the ducks.

They stay with the ducks until the food is gone, Hyunjin standing from the floor and brushing off his pants. He grabs the pot and turns to Minho, who is watching him with a fond smile. "What?" Hyunjin asks sheepishly.

"The ducks really like you." Minho gestures to the way they nip at his ankles for more attention, quacking.

"I come here and feed them every Sunday, so I guess they just see me as their weekly food delivery." Hyunjin chuckles, "the sun is starting to set, we should go." Hyunjin leads the way back to the bench, collecting his things and carrying the jar of water. He refuses to pollute the nature here with the paint water, so he always carries it out of the forest before dumping it. Minho braves the stepping stones alone, making it without falling, barely. Hyunjin makes it look effortless. They crawl back through the opening in the bushes, leaving through the small path. Once by the main road again, Hyunjin pours the water down the drain.

"Thank you for inviting me today. I enjoyed it." Minho smiles, looking at the man beside him.

"You're welcome." He answers timidly and looks down, blushing lightly. Hyunjin had never shown someone something so precious to him before, a warm feeling in his heart at the fact they enjoyed it like he did. He's never even gone with Felix before. Hyunjin can't believe someone he met a few weeks ago had become too dear to him, even if he may never tell him.

It's the start of the competitive season, meaning Hyunjin was much busier than he had been the previous weeks. Practices ran on for longer, started earlier and were more frequent throughout the week - on top of his already busy class schedule. He didn't just have performances with the football team, but also state competitions to attend. He felt like he was drowning in responsibilities. He was managing his grades quite well, the teachers allowing him extra time to complete assignments due to his cheerleading, given that's the only reason he came to this college - the scholarship. He made sure to never miss Thursday mornings in the library, however, the only time he gets to truly relax. One morning, he's just not able to concentrate on the work in front of him. He sighs, putting his head in his hands and leans back in his chair. "You okay?" Minho asks, looking up from his book.

"It's too much." Hyunjin removes his hands from his face, stress plastered over his face.

"What is?" Minho places his book down, giving Hyunjin his full attention.

"This! This stupid assignment and the stupid competitions and- Ugh!" Hyunjin sighs in exasperation, running a hand through his hair and taking a deep breath. "I'm fine." He sits back up properly, looking back at his laptop.

"You need a break." Minho states.

"I don't have time for that." Hyunjin shakes his head, forcing a smile and getting back to his assignment.

"When was the last time you ate something?" Minho asks, tilting his head.

"I don't know, yesterday sometime." Hyunjin shrugs, checking his workbook and typing again.

"Food is good for concentration and energy, you know. Please have lunch today." Minho frowns at the way Hyunjin shakes his head, ignoring him. "Why not?"

"I have practice at lunch." Hyunjin states, Minho can hear the annoyance in his voice but he was stubborn, he was not going to accept Hyunjin skipping lunch over something stupid as a grade.

"Then after." Minho crosses his arms. "You know, not eating enough lowers muscle mass and energy levels and that would really affect your performance at competitions. You don't want to let your team down, do you? That's why you're working so hard, after all." It may be a low blow, but Hyunjin seemed to respond to that, raising his head from his laptop and looking at him.

"Does it really lower muscle mass?" He asks, concerned.

"Yeah, your body doesn't just attack fat when you eat that little, it also attacks your muscles for energy because you're not giving it energy with food." Minho educates, hoping it gets through to him. "And no, fruit is not a substitute for a balanced meal."

"Okay, fine." He gives in, saving his work and shoving it into his bag with his workbook. Minho puts his book away and takes Hyunjin to the canteen. Seungmin and Jeongin are already there with the rest of Hyunjin's friends, waving at the two as they get into the queue. Hyunjin gets something healthy and some diet soda, sitting next to Felix. Minho sits opposite him.

"Can we just skip practice?" Felix complains, picking at his lunch.

"Don't be lazy." Chan shakes his head, sighing in exasperation. "Eat your food."

"You have to look forward to the party Saturday, which you can only go to if you work hard today." Changbin bribes.

"You only want us to win because you graduate this year." Felix sighs, pushing his tray away.

"And we've never lost before, pretty embarrassing to lose because of you." Hyunjin chuckles, taking a bite of his food and grabbing Felix's fork, picking up some of his food and making him eat it.

"This food sucks." Felix frowns, eating his mouthful.

"Is this all you do? Complain?" Jeongin digs.

"I don't complain that much." Felix pouts, eating his food on his own now.

"You do." Hyunjin counters. He glances at Minho, who looks away and at his own tray with a blush. They continue bickering while everyone finishes their food. "Guys what's the time?" Hyunjin asks, sipping his soda.

"It just turned 1pm, why?" Jisung answers and Hyunjin pulls his phone out from his pocket.

"Assignment results should be out now." Hyunjin navigates through his portal, finding his results and opening them. 96%. He does a small dance, smiling as he reads his feedback.

"How'd you do? I got 63%." Jisung sighs. "The feedback was so harsh, as well."

"I got 96%. Why are your grades so bad recently? Are you doing okay?" Hyunjin looks at him with a small frown.

"I'm just not finding the time to study. I'll work on it." Jisung smiles. "I'll beat you next time." He challenges, smirking. Jisung was really smart, but he just never applied himself to get the grades to show that, preferring to do things he finds fun like football or working out.

"You're on." They fist bump, putting their phones back into their pockets.

"If you need any study help, I'm free." Minho offers, looking at Jisung.

"You'd really help me?" Jisung smiles, Minho nods enthusiastically and smiles back. "Thank you!"

"We have practice, now. We're gonna be late." Felix stands, everyone following suit. Seungmin and Minho wave, heading to their class while everyone else goes to practice.

Saturday night comes and the party is very much needed, everyone finally relaxing and letting loose from their busy week. Even Hyunjin was enjoying himself, dancing and drinking more than he ever does at these stupid parties. He leaves the dancefloor for a refill, brushing his hair back that's stuck to his face and pouring a drink of half vodka and half lemonade. He looks around, the kitchen unusually quiet. He tastes his drink, nodding in satisfaction and finding his way back to Felix in the crowd. "Come outside with us!~" Felix pulls on Hyunjin's hand, him just accepting it. A lot of people were swimming in the pool or relaxing on the pool chairs. Chan lights a smoke, offering everyone one. Hyunjin shakes his head, leaning on the wall for stability.

"You look like you're having fun." Felix observes, leaning next to Hyunjin.

"Hm?" Hyunjin looks at him blankly.

"Are you having fun for a change?" Felix asks, smiling.

"I am!" Hyunjin smiles, nodding. He knows it would be better if he was with Minho, but he hadn't seen him all night so he assumed he didn't come this time. He rarely did attend these parties, even when Hyunjin begged him, so it wasn't a surprise he didn't come. He was a little disappointed. "I need to pee!" He groans, pushing himself off the wall and finding his balance.

"We'll be out here if you need us." Felix assures and Hyunjin nods, heading back inside and sipping his drink. He finally makes it up the stairs and to the bathroom - which is thankfully empty -, does his business and makes his way back to the living room, being careful not to fall over. He spots Minho leaning on the wall and talking to Jeongin, cutting through the crowd to see him.

"Hey~." Hyunjin smiles, waving.

"Hey." Minho smiles back. "You having fun?"

"Yes! This is exactly what I needed!" Hyunjin smiles, grabbing Minho's hand. "Dance with me!" He doesn't give Minho a choice, dragging him into the crowd with his hand around his wrist. Minho follows Hyunjin's lead, resting a hand on his waist. Minho hadn't drunk nearly as much as Hyunjin, it being noticeable through the way his dancing is more stiff than the man in front of him, but he still had a lot more than he usually would - if he hadn't drunk at all, there was no way he would've been dancing right now. Hyunjin takes a sip of his drink then presses the cup to Minho's lips, letting him finish the rest of the cup.

"Do you want a refill?" Minho offers, holding the cup.

"I'll come with you." Hyunjin nods and Minho leads the way to the kitchen, fingers intertwined so they don't get separated. Hyunjin would usually become a flustered mess over these small touches, but he's full of liquid courage and ready to risk it all tonight. Minho grabs a cup of his own, pouring them both fresh drinks. Hyunjin leans on the counter next to him, watching. He wasn't sure if it was the alcohol but Minho looked stunning under the colored lights tonight, his lip forming a small smile as he inspects his face. Minho hands him a cup, sipping his own. Hyunjin thanks him and drinks.

Chan brings out the shots not long later - by 2am Hyunjin is surprised he's even able to walk. Minho had stuck by his side all night, going along with whatever Hyunjin wanted to do. Minho suggests - no, he tells Hyunjin it's time to leave at 3:30am. Hyunjin tries to argue back, but just accepts his fate when Minho grabs his hand and starts leading him towards the door. Hyunjin interlocks their fingers, biting his lip. "Where's your dorm?" Minho asks, rubbing his thumb softly over the back of Hyunjin's hand. Minho may also be drunk, but he was in much better shape than Hyunjin right now so it was his responsibility to get him back. Hyunjin points at a nearby building, Minho walking that way. It shouldn't take this long for Minho to find Hyunjin's dorm, but Hyunjin's directions were worse than a 4 year olds and they ended up going in multiple circles before they finally arrived at Hyunjin's door. Hyunjin hands Minho his keys and he opens the door, Hyunjin heading inside.

Hyunjin kicks off his shoes, turning to face Minho who is watching him by the door, leant on the door frame. "Are you not coming in?" He frowns. Minho tilts his head, furrowing his brows. Hyunjin holds out his hands. "Sleep with me tonight." Minho blushes, looking down.

"You're drunk." He chuckles, shaking his head.

"So are you." Hyunjin chuckles, grabbing Minho's arm and pulling him to him, their bodies crashing together. "So, stay with me tonight." Hyunjin wraps his arms around Minho's waist, eyes flicking down to his lips and back to Minho's eyes. Minho notices, smirking. The tension was so thick, even the sharpest knife couldn't cut through it. They've been dancing around each other for weeks, neither having the courage to make the first move, neither wanting to ruin a friendship for something unreciprocated. Minho gives in, leaning forward and connecting their lips softly. Hyunjin kisses back as Minho's hands slide to his waist - the kiss is gentle. Minho slowly pulls away, placing a hand on Hyunjin's cheek and watching his face redden under his skin. "Does that mean you'll stay tonight?"

Hyunjin wakes to Felix slamming the door to the dorm, rubbing his eyes and looking over at him. Minho is still fast asleep, curled up into his side. Felix doesn't even bother to look at Hyunjin, flopping down face down in bed. The glimpse that Hyunjin caught of his face showed how annoyed Felix was. Hyunjin glances at his nightstand to his alarm clock- 9:23am. It was too early for one of Felix's temper tantrums, especially when Minho was sleeping so peacefully next to him in the clothes from last night. They shared kisses as they laid in bed until they fell asleep, not bothering to get changed. "What happened?" Hyunjin croaks, clearing his throat.

"Jisung and I lost our phones." Felix lifts his head from the pillow, looking at Hyunjin. "Then when Chan tried calling you to help us find it, you didn't answer."

"Sorry, I must've put it on do not disturb." Hyunjin sighs, patting his pockets to find his phone. He lifts the blanket, looking but it's not there. "Where the fuck is my phone?" He holds his head, a sharp, splitting pain assaulting him as soon as he moves.

"Not you too." Felix sighs, sitting up. Hyunjin carefully checks Minho's pockets, pulling Minho's phone out but not finding his own. "Why is he in your bed anyway?" Felix furrows his brows, only just now noticing the man cuddled into Hyunjin's side.

"Mind your business." Hyunjin glares at him, slipping out of Minho's grip and standing up to look around the floor.

"Oh my god, did you two-" Felix is cut off by a cushion colliding with his face, he grabs it and throws it back but Hyunjin catches it. Hyunjin nudges Minho's shoulder gently, waking him from his sleep.

"Have you seen my phone?" Hyunjin asks softly, Minho shakes his head and hides his face into the pillow. Hyunjin smiles softly, all of his previous annoyance melting from his body as he watches him. Minho pulls himself up, looking at Hyunjin tiredly. "Sorry for waking you."

"You lost your phone?" Minho yawns, rubbing his eye.

"Three of us have." Felix chimes in. Minho takes his phone from Hyunjin's hand, sending a text to Seungmin to help look for them if he's not already been awoken by Jeongin.

"Where have you guys looked?" Minho asks.

"The dorms, where we were last night and where we would've walked to get back. They're nowhere to be seen." Felix sighs.

"Do you have a laptop?" Hyunjin reaches under his bed, handing his macbook over to Minho and unlocking it. Hyunjin's already signed into his apple ID, making Minho's job of finding the phones much easier. He gets up 'Find My Iphone', the location for Hyunjin's phone pinging immediately. "Last seen just now in... I don't know whose room that is." Minho shows Hyunjin the screen, his face dropping. Hyunjin stands without a word, storming out of the room. Felix and Minho jump up and follow him, Minho still carrying the laptop. They pass Chan and Changbin on the way, Felix gesturing for them to follow, which they do. Hyunjin reaches the location his phone pinged from, banging on the door loudly until it opens.

"Dude it's too early-" Ryujin groans, rubbing her eyes.

"Give me my phone back." Hyunjin demands, crossing his arms.

"What makes you think I took it?" She crosses her arms too.

"I have location tracking, dumbass. Now, give it back." Hyunjin huffs.

"You're no fun, you know that?" She sighs, disappearing into her dorm for a few moments before handing him the three missing phones. He hands Felix his and Jisung's, slipping his own into his pocket. She rolls her eyes and slams the door.

"I'm going back to bed." Hyunjin sighs, holding his hand out for Minho who shakes his head.

"I should get back and get changed, I'll see you around." Minho places the laptop into Hyunjin's hand and runs off back to his dorm. He runs into the dorm, leaning against the door as he shuts it behind him. Seungmin is lying in bed, scrolling through twitter.

"Where were you last night?" He asks, placing his phone on the bed next to him.

"I stayed with Hyunjin last night and we may have kissed." Minho smiles. Seungmin sits up quickly, eyes wide. "You cannot tell a soul, you hear me? I don't think he wants the others to know." Minho sits next to Seungmin on his bed, crossing his legs. Seungmin turns to face him as Minho shares every detail from last night, from dancing to ending up back in Hyunjin's dorm, Seungmin gasping and clapping excitedly for him. Minho can't help but get embarrassed explaining the kiss, covering his face with his hands and grinning.

Hyunjin doesn't see Minho until after the first competition he has on Friday, catching him in the hallway as they all arrive back at the college in the evening. Minho was with Seungmin, sitting on the floor by the canteen, waiting for them. As soon as Seungmin sees Jeongin, he jumps up and runs over to him, hugging him. Minho stands, waving at Hyunjin. "How was it?" Seungmin asks.

"We won, obviously." Jeongin grins and hugs Seungmin closely.

"Congrats." Minho smiles, walking over to Hyunjin.

"Thank you." Hyunjin smiles back, looking down. "This is only the start of the season so we still have lots to go, though."

"And you'll dominate them, too." Minho reassures, rubbing his shoulder.

"I'll break the news to Chan, Jisung and Changbin that we need another song." Felix chuckles.

"You make your own music too?" Minho asks, surprised.

"Yeah, it gives us an advantage." Felix smiles. "I'm gonna go see them now. See you in the morning!" Felix waves and runs off towards Chan and Changbin's dorm, planning to stay there for the night. All party plans were suspended until the competitive season was over for a while and everyone went home for the holidays. The competitive season lasted until May, if they made it that far, but there were a few weeks between competitions that meant they could at least party once a month minimum. Seungmin and Jeongin also bid their goodbyes, heading to Seungmin and Minho's dorm for some one-on-one time. They were really close like Felix and Hyunjin were.

"So..." Hyunjin trails off, fidgeting with his fingers at the awkwardness that is now shared between them. Ever since the kiss, they've both been at a loss for words around each other. Hyunjin was still embarrassed at how needy he was when he got that drunk and Minho just didn't know what to say anymore. He had so much he wanted to say, but nothing felt appropriate to say to someone of Hyunjin's status. He believes the kiss was a matter of convenience and not because Hyunjin was deeply in love with him. "Do you want to go to my dorm and talk?" Hyunjin asks.

"Sure." Minho nods, following the taller one as he leads him back to his dorm. They both remove their shoes when they enter, Hyunjin sitting on his bed with his legs crossed and patting the space next to him for Minho to do the same - which he does.

"I don't think I've ever asked you what your course is." Hyunjin chuckles, deciding that they should really get to know each other. Considering they spend every Thursday together, they've never actually sat and spoke about themselves; their course, hobbies, passions, aspirations, or even plans for when they graduate, which for Minho is the end of this academic year.

"I take science with math. What about you?"

"I do literature with art. So you want to be a doctor?" Hyunjin looks at him.

"Something along that lines. I'm actually not sure what I want to do when I graduate, I'm just taking things as they come, y'know? I would prefer to become a dancer, but there was no way I was getting on a course for that." Minho explains, fidgeting with the hem of his trousers.

"I love dancing! I actually used to take classes in school, but since I came to college I simply don't have the time anymore. I'm hoping I at least can become a writer or editor, if I don't get any offers while competing - even then, I don't think I'll accept them." Hyunjin smiles.

"Why?" Minho looks at him, tilting his head a little.

"It's a very stressful job and it brings a lot of attention, I mean, while we're at competitions we have tons of different agencies scouting for just one person in the crowd of hundreds of potential candidates. One agency paid for my scholarship, but I haven't received an offer to stay to work for them when I graduate. I know that's why my teachers push us so hard because they want the money that comes with our contracts if we get them, Felix and I have the most potential which is why we get pushed harder than the rest." He explains, sighing. "We're not just competing for a cheerleading career, but a modeling career too and there are even beauty and fashion companies there. It's why we get put on diets and strict workout regimes so often, because to them we're a product and our sell date is short for our age. It pays really good money but at what cost? I like being creative more than I like having money."

"They're stupid not to see that you're perfect as you are and that there's nothing for you to change." Minho rests a hand on Hyunjin's knee, "you don't need to change a thing." Hyunjin blushes lightly and keeps his eyes fixed onto a crease in the blanket ahead of him at the words, not used to hearing them - Minho would change that, even if it's the last thing he does in this life. "Look at me." Minho puts a hand on Hyunjin's cheek and turns Hyunjin's face to face him. "Don't change a thing, okay? Show them you, not what they want you to be." Hyunjin nods, leaning into Minho's gentle touch.

"I hope one day I can see me the way you do." Hyunjin smiles sadly. He wishes to swap bodies with Minho just to be able to see himself from his eyes, would he still feel bad about himself? What exactly does Minho see in him? What makes Minho stay? Hyunjin knew he wasn't someone people fell in love with, but rather someone to love for a passing time until their love is ready to serve it's true purpose. He can't even fathom the idea that someone with a brain like Minho's would choose him out of a crowd, nevermind an agency recruiter with hundreds of thousands of people they see a day. His words felt coated with sugar but inside were the bitterest of apples - they didn't feel honest.

"I hope so, too." Minho strokes his thumb over Hyunjin's cheek. They stare at each other in silence, communicating with just their eyes instead of words. Eyes tell stories that words can't express, of experiences not to be told and emotions not yet understood by words. They were truly a window to a person's soul. Minho leans forward, connecting their lips together for the first time since their drunken moment, letting Hyunjin set the pace. It starts off sweet, soft, but Hyunjin deepens it, parting his lips for Minho to allow his tongue to explore his mouth. He opens his legs, gripping Minho's shirt and guiding Minho on top of him. They pull away for air, Minho watching Hyunjin's expressions carefully.

"Do you have plans tonight?" Hyunjin pants, Minho shaking his head. "Good." Hyunjin leans forward, kissing Minho with a passion that he's been holding back the whole time they've known each other. Since the moment he saw him, he's imagined himself in much lewder positions than this - he wants him so bad. Minho disconnects their lips, trailing kisses down Hyunjin's neck and removing his shirt to continue the trail down his chest and stomach. He takes care to kiss every inch, thumbs rubbing into his upper thighs. Hyunjin gasps, his pants suddenly way too restricting. Minho kisses above his waistline, sliding off his pants and boxers achingly slow. He continue his kissing-assault down his thighs, before finally giving his dick the attention it's been craving by licking a stripe up his length so slowly Hyunjin wants to grab Minho's hair and force him down.

"Lube?" Minho asks, Hyunjin nods and pulls open his nightstand drawer, digging around and pulling out a small bottle of lube, placing it in Minho's hand. He pops open the cap, pouring some onto two fingers and rubbing it between them to warm it up. He presses a finger against his hole.

"Wait." Hyunjin gasps, Minho pausing and looking up at him. "I've never actually... Done this, before."

"Had sex?" Minho furrows his brows.

"No, I've never... Bottomed before." Hyunjin blushes at the confession, looking back up at the ceiling.

"I'll be gentle." He reassures.

"No, I can take it, do whatever you want to me." Hyunjin shakes his head and Minho was happy to oblige. He presses two fingers into Hyunjin, thrusting them slowly and scissoring them out to stretch Hyunjin thoroughly. It felt so much better than when Hyunjin would to do it alone, reaching spots his fingers cannot reach. Minho's fingers graze Hyunjin's prostate and he gasps, closing his eyes. He thrusts his fingers faster, using his other hand to stroke Hyunjin's length while his tongue teases the tip. Hyunjin reaches his hand down to run his fingers through Minho's hair. Hyunjin wondered how many times he had done this before, how many people he's ruined under his skilled hands, did Minho really get laid more than him? "I'm so close." Hyunjin whines, but Minho doesn't stop, if anything he presses his fingers harder into him. It only takes another skilled swipe of Minho's tongue and another thrust of his fingers to shove him over the edge as cum spills into Minho's mouth and over his stomach. Minho slips his fingers out, swallowing the cum that spilt into his mouth and kissing the inside of Hyunjin's thighs lightly.

He stands from the bed, stripping himself off and crawling between Hyunjin's legs, kissing him again. He pours some of the lube onto his own dick, stroking himself a few times before slowly pushing into Hyunjin. Hyunjin pulls away from the kiss to moan and grip onto Minho's arm. Minho stops when he's fully inside, letting Hyunjin adjust before he starts thrusting. The slow pace doesn't last long, Minho setting a brutal pace and Hyunjin can do is take it. His moans echo off of the walls around them, hands gripping the sheets. Hyunjin swears he sees God when Minho grabs his dick, rubbing his thumb across the tip before he strokes him in time with his thrusts. Before he can come, Minho pulls out. "Turn over." He orders, Hyunjin obeying and gets on his hands and knees. Minho thrusts back into him hard, causing Hyunjin to throw his head back with a moan. Minho leans forward to kiss Hyunjin's neck, leaving love bites in places he knows he won't be able to hide. Hyunjin's legs shake, the heat building in his stomach - Minho was getting close too, thrusts becoming more harsh. Hyunjin is unable to even warn Minho when he comes, arms collapsing under him as his chest falls onto the bed. Minho follows shortly after, catching his breath before pulling out.

Hyunjin lays on his back, panting, as Minho grabs the wipes he can see in the drawer and cleans them both up. He reaches down onto the floor, grabbing their boxers and dressing them both. He finally lays down, holding Hyunjin as he cuddles into his side, stroking his hair softly. Hyunjin falls asleep within minutes.

The next morning, Hyunjin wakes not long after Minho, who is scrolling through twitter with one hand and the other arm around Hyunjin's waist. He rubs his eyes, looking up from his spot on Minho's chest and at him. Minho notices he's awake and locks his phone, placing it next to him and looking at Hyunjin. "Good morning." He smiles, stroking a strand of hair out of Hyunjin's face. "Did you sleep well?"

"I did. Did you?" Hyunjin croaks, yawning. Truthfully, that was the best sleep he's every had. He wasn't sure if the ache in his back was from the competition or from what they did last night, his other muscles not nearly as sore.

"I did." Minho nods. Hyunjin reaches over Minho's chest, grabbing his phone and checking the time as well as his notifications. It was 9am and Chan had sent at least 10 messages asking what time he was coming to the gym as they normally met by 8am at the latest, Hyunjin sighs and places his phone back on the nightstand. He sits up, stretching and releasing another yawn. He doesn't even get a chance to get ready, however, before the door swings open and Chan walks in with Felix.

"You're late- Oh my god." Chan notices the situation he’s just walked into and turns away, resting a hand on his hip and staring at the wall. Hyunjin and Minho both blush deeply, Hyunjin pulling the blanket up to cover his chest as Minho hides his face in the pillow below him.

"Oh my god!" Felix gasps, covering his mouth with wide eyes.

"Can you shut the door at least?!" Hyunjin glares at them, Chan nodding and shutting it behind them before he finally turns back to face them.

"Wow, um..." Chan sighs, at a loss for words. This is not what he was expecting to see so early in the morning, especially when Felix assured him that 'Hyunjin just overslept like always!'. The room is filled with awkward tension, no one knowing what to say. Felix is in shock, still trying to process that Hyunjin and Minho actually slept together. Chan is just more embarrassed that he has seen them both presumably naked than the fact he knows what they did. Hyunjin's love bites were clear, fresh on his neck.

"So, considering you've already done your cardio, no gym?" Felix jokes, unable to cope with the silence anymore. Hyunjin grabs his shirt and launches it at Felix, who catches it and laughs, throwing it back.

"It feels like I've been caught by my disappointed parents." Minho chuckles, sitting up and reaching for his clothes on the floor, slipping his shirt on.

"I'm... I’m so confused." Chan rubs his forehead. "How did this even happen?" He gestures to the two of them.

"Do you really need a lesson on the birds and the bees?" Hyunjin joins in with the joking as he pulls his shirt on, watching Chan just shake his head and sigh again. Felix and Chan decide to let them get dressed, heading back to the gym to meet the others that are waiting for them. Hyunjin pulls on some sweatpants and changes into a clean tank top, tying up his hair. Minho slips on his trousers and wraps his arms around Hyunjin's waist, planting a kiss on his cheek.

"I'll see you later." 

{ @mixtape-racha }

[sweetbillwriting]

Love Just Happens

30 - Part 14

Characters: The future's Bill Skarsgård and others close to him. The rest is my own characters. 

Setting: This story is set in the future but because it's hard to say how the world is then (and it isn't that important for the story) the future is similar to our time now, even with fashion and so on. 

Warnings: 18+, age difference, smut, alcohol, ageism, family problems, jealousy, talk about weight, body and looks.

She had her leg slung over one of his broad shoulders. One of his big hands pushed the other down on the mattress while his tongue circled her clit hard. She got the birthday girl treatment and was enjoying seeing her husband work hard in getting out a third orgasm from her. It sat deeper in her than the first ones but he had the patience to continue even if she seemed to glide away from her high every fifth second. 

“There! There!” She moaned when he speeded up his tongue movement. He continued to circle hard while her fingers grabbed his hair. He was tired in his jaw now but was determined to make her come again. She moaned loudly and he really thought he would succeed but then… The baby cried. 

Bill could feel Aurora’s orgasm glide through her fingers again but continued to lick her anyway. 

“Bill… We must…” she whined. Bill shifted his tongue with his thumb and looked up at her. 

“You know she goes back to sleep in a minute…” 

“She isn't home now…” Aurora whined and sat up. Bill looked up at her disappointed, not really because he wouldn't get to have her that close anymore but because he wouldn't be able to give her that third orgasm. He had determined to succeed with that and now he wouldn't. 

“I’ll take care of her… You're the birthday girl,” he said with a crooked smile and fixed his hard cock in his boxers. He stood up a bit clumsily and walked to their daughter that slept right outside of the door opening. They had rented a suite in the hotel in Havana and Isis slept outside of the door because the bedroom was so badly planned that they either needed to have her right outside the bathroom door or by the hot window. 

Aurora stretched out while looking at Bill walk away dressed in just a pair of patterned boxers. It was Versace and they were tacky as hell but he had got them as a gift from the company and they were too soft to not wear. She smirked a little because they didn't fit his personality at all but they were sexy, in a gay Hercules kind of way. She took up her phone to look through the birthday wishes she got. It was her 30th birthday after all. There were a lot of them in all the inboxes she had but also millions of likes on Instagram. She had just posted a picture of Bill's and her own hand with their wedding rings. Isis held both of their hands with hers. It was everything you could see in the Cuban sun but she knew it said a lot. She was a grown up. She was thirty, happily married and a mother. She wasn't the young pop girl many still wanted her to be. Life had changed. 

She also opened the link her manager had sent to her. It was the article and the photoshoot with her and Bill. 

“Hollywood's Mystery Couple!” 

The pictures were taken two weeks ago in a suite at Grand Hotel in Stockholm. She had first been skeptical to do it because of her post pregnancy body but had done it because it was together with Bill. 

She blushed when she saw the explicit picture of them. Both she and Bill had first said no to taking a picture of their naked bodies between white sheets. It was a blurry picture, taken through a gold framed mirror but it was obvious it was them. She straddled his naked lap while the white sheet covered the lower part of their bodies, it looked romantic and classy. 

The photoshoot was like a story. A story where they first fixed themselves for a party, then were at a luxury party, then came home and made love. It was nicely made and suited Bill's acting personality. 

Bill suddenly crawled up next to Aurora in bed with their daughter in his arms. She was awake and Aurora said good morning to her with a soft voice and several kisses on her little face. 

“Oh, it's already finished?” Said Bill, looking over her shoulder. 

“Yeah…” She showed him the picture of them in bed and he smirked a little. In the beginning of their relationship she posted some daring pictures of them that he had reacted to. Now he just gave the picture a liking smirk. Aurora looked at him with amusement. She didn't really understand why it was suddenly not a big deal but she didn't ask, it didn't really matter. 

“With such pictures we will see several Algot's around us…” joked Bill while watching Aurora take their daughter to see if she was hungry. Aurora had told him about what she had seen in Algot's phone, then he had just reacted in confusion and uncomfortability but now he clearly had worked through it. 

“What do you mean?” Said Aurora while helping her daughter eat. 

“That we are hot. Look at us.” 

Aurora made an amused sound and looked at her husband. He was hot. He got sexier every year. He felt more comfortable, intelligent and confident than when they started to date. She guessed she also had changed but couldn't believe she aged as well as him. She didn't even know if she could have any sex appeal without her “young girl image”. 

“It took some time for people to get how hot we are together,” she said and looked at a picture of them where Bill helped her zip up her long crystal adorned dress. He was dressed in pink pants and a white tuxedo shirt with his slicked back hair and lock hanging down in his face.

“Naah, it just took some time for them to understand you and Timmy wouldn't always give them gossip…” 

Aurora nodded a little. They had talked about Timmy in the article, that it wasn't easy being with him even if he was a wonderful person… She said he was a wonderful person to the journalist even if it wasn't really true, she couldn't talk badly about him now that he was dead. 

Bill kissed Aurora's shoulder. Timmy would always be a part of their story even if he didn't want him to be, it was just what the fans had decided, even if most of her and his fans loved them together. Few could miss how happy they were. 

“But you think Algot will let us be now?” Bill asked and looked at his wife with big eyes. 

“Yeah. Yeah. I don't think he wants to be around your daughter anymore… It's cringy when her dad knows he has a crush on him. And his wife.” Aurora gave Bill an amused look then they both laughed. It wasn't easy being a teenager but it was just too weird to not laugh about. 

The Cuba trip was everything they could ask for, even if they carried around a baby all the time. Quite a lot of pictures circled around of the three of them online but they wanted this experience together even if people were nosy. They celebrated Christmas and New Years together in the suite, decorated in a luxury Christmas interior. They just needed each other. 

Back in Sweden his daughters saw pictures of the little family walking the streets of Havana together. They looked happy, tanned and relaxed. The sun had made their father’s skin golden and Aurora's skin bronze while they were in Sweden with slush and rain. 

“It’s her 30th birthday this year. Let it go!” Said his oldest daughter to her younger sisters who looked at a picture on Aurora’s Instagram where she was standing against a pink vintage car in a white 50s style dress. She had Isis in a baby carrier on her chest so you could see a bit of the baby's dark hair and a small chubby hand. 

“It's not that!” Said Bill's middle daughter angrily and read the comments on the picture. Most of them were positive but there were also people writing that it was irresponsible of the parents to take their little baby to another continent. 

“Put that away now, you will also go on vacation soon,” said their mother who cooked alongside their grandmother while her daughters sat by the table, all three of them. She didn't really believe they wanted a vacation that bad but it felt easier than talking about the reality of having split parents, how he would have a life without them. 

Bill's middle daughter made a sound of irritation and stood up. 

“You don't get it! It will take one more week until I see her!” 

Her mother looked at her hurt. 

“Aurora?” 

“Yeah but mostly Isis! She grows every day!”  

Her older sister made an amused sound while texting with her boyfriend Ahmen. The sound made her sister look at her angrily. The younger sister just sat and watched them and swallowed hard. 

“You don't have the bond I have with her! You weren't there at her birth!” 

The older girl made an irritated face. She also loved Isis and missed the little baby but felt her younger sister was more obsessed. 

“Neither were you! Stop with that bullshit about you being her favorite! She's two months old, she can't even recognize us!” 

The loud voices made the younger daughter put her hands over her ears and their grandmother looked upset at their mom. She wasn't amused either that Bill suddenly was such a big part of her day again. Her daughter’s feelings had always been wild around him and now her granddaughters seem to be the same. 

“Stop it now! You will meet them in a week! You will not have missed a thing!” Said their mother with a raised voice and sighed deeply. At that moment she hated Bill. He could create whatever drama he wanted in his life but she didn't need it in hers, still his life spilled over onto hers and she didn't know how to handle it. 

××× 

Bill's daughters stood around the stroller and looked down at their little sister dressed in a white fur suit. She was awake and the binky bobbed in her mouth. It was the 5th of January and their father and his family were finally home in Sweden again. They met him by the pier to take the security boat to the island. Their mother stood behind while they cooed over the little baby. She looked at Bill who lifted the baby up in his arms and took out the binky from her mouth so they could say hello to her better. He looked proud and happy. Sunkissed and handsome. 

“Of course we missed you, but I think you have had a wonderful time with your mother, right?” He said and smiled at his ex. She gave him a strained smile. She wanted to show her irritation but didn't know what to say and it wasn't the right moment either. She gave the girl in his arms a small smile. She was awfully cute.

“I think the four of us will go on vacation in a few weeks. Somewhere warm,” she said to Bill who looked at her surprised. The girls mostly traveled with him. She smiled at her daughters but none of them looked so happy by the idea.

“That would be fun, right?” She said and smiled at them anxiously. They looked at their baby sister who looked at them with big brown eyes in confusion. It was obvious what they thought and Bill could see it too. They wanted to be with their sister now. 

“That sounds fun,” Bill said and looked at his three older daughters to make them say something but they just touched their little sister and when she started to make cute vocal sounds they laughed in excitement. Bill smiled at her. It was something she had started doing during the vacation. 

His ex cleared her throat. It was awkward for her to stand there watching them. She couldn't be a part of the sweet moment. 

“Where is Aurora?” Asked Bill's oldest daughter. 

“She’s at Mathias' studio. They're almost finished with the record,” he said and laid down Isis again. He looked towards the boat then at his ex and their shared daughters. 

“Time to say goodbye. It's soon time for Isis to eat and I guess you're also hungry?” 

They nodded a little and said bye to their mother. Bill also noticed how fast they went and how they rather wanted to look at the baby again. Bill let the oldest daughter take the stroller and with the help of a security guard take it into the boat. He turned to his ex after he had saw everything went smoothly.

“Your Barbie wife and baby doll daughter… I can't compete with you, Bill…” she said with an unamused laugh. Bill licked his lips and looked out over the ocean’s ice and how the sun reflected on the surface. 

“They will get used to her… Just like they did with Aurora.” 

She gave Bill a look. It wasn't just them, Aurora and Isadora, it was him too. She looked at his sculpted face and plump lips. He was happy, healthy and fun. He felt so much younger than her. 

When he had said goodbye and with graceful steps jumped on the boat she made a sound of frustration. She had never really believed she had stopped loving him but it wasn't the emotion she felt. She hated him. Him and his glowing skin and broad smile. He, with his flashy jobs and money. He, with his beautiful young wife and baby. He had just evolved, grown and become a better version of himself and let their daughters sit front row and watch his success. She hated him. 

××× 

April  

Isis laid on the baby gym on the floor with Istvan as a guard next to her. She didn't seem to look so much at the hanging animals but instead just kicked wildly and did her happy sounds, she laughed every time Bill answered her sounds or showed up so she could see him. He laughed at her too, where she laid on the floor like a package of joy. 

Aurora smiled at them from her spot on the couch, she sat with her laptop checking her calendar and mail. 

“Two months…” she said thoughtfully and looked up at her husband that sat on the floor. 

“Hm?” He looked at her confused. 

“I need two months in L.A.” 

Bill wiped the corner of his mouth and looked out in the air. 

“But…” he sighed and scratched his eyebrow. "They want me there in a month?” 

Aurora looked at him a bit annoyed. 

“I've said to you so many times I need this time.” 

“Yeah but… I didn't think this director would contact me,” he sighed. 

“Then you must say to him that he must wait a while.” 

Bill looked at Isis that seemed to shout at him. He was prepared for this to happen, that they would need to compromise but not this fast and not so he needed to say no to this kind of project. 

“Can't your mom help us?” He asked but regretted that at once when he saw Aurora's face. 

“We're not going to dump Isis on someone like she is a problem. Now we have a baby and we're the parents. We will take care of her, not my mom.” 

Bill swallowed hard and looked at their daughter regretfully even if he didn't really think the same as Aurora. Everyone took help from their family to be a babysitter. His other daughters had been taken care of by many different people. 

“I'll talk to him…” Bill said and looked down at his bare feet. Aurora looked at her husband who looked like he would start to cry any moment. 

“Are you okay?” She said worriedly. He looked up at her with a crooked smile and shrugged his shoulders. 

“Yeah. A bit disappointed, not going to lie but…” he sighed and smiled warmly at her. “You have your own career and now I must support you. It's your turn.” 

Aurora put the laptop on the coffee table and crawled down to him on the floor. 

“Thank you. We knew this would be a puzzle…” 

He nodded with a smile and leaned in for a kiss. 

“Yeah. But it will work. And I'm so proud of you. So proud to have such a successful, talented wife.” 

Aurora giggled and kissed him again. 

“I also think it will be fun to see each other's work. And have you there in mine. But you must shut up during meetings.” 

Bill laughed. He could be bad at that, or keeping himself from not making faces. 

“And my mom helps us the days we do the music video, okay?” 

He smiled and dragged her closer to him again. 

“Huuuu…” said Isis loudly and kicked around again so the bunnies on the gym jumped around. They laughed a bit while Bill hugged around Aurora's waist. She was skinnier than she had ever been with him and he did worry a bit but didn't say that, for the moment it wasn't anything big, even if he worried her ass would disappear. 

××× 

They went to L.A. a week later, after Bill's oldest daughter had said goodbye to their little sister again. The big feelings had calmed down but it was still very much around her, especially now when she was her own little person and laughed and explored. They slept at a hotel in Stockholm the night before the trip to be closer to the airport and his girls had come there for a fika after school. 

“But we can't help we have the most precious baby,” said Aurora with a smirk while they laid in bed. Bill laughed a little and looked down at her. She laid in a thin white nightgown between his legs. 

“I know! But she's so pissed at me, like she believed I've said to the girls they should annoy her!”  He said, about his ex. 

“She has three daughters between seventeen and eight, they will be annoying anyway.” 

“They're annoying with us too. Even if it is better. And Ahmen… They're sleeping with each other, right?” He looked at his wife intensely. He looked like a worried father even if his eyes were big and boyish. Aurora sighed and nodded a little. 

“But I really think they're responsible. We've talked about it and Ahmen is a trustworthy guy.” 

Bill sat up uncomfortably in the bed. He looked like he would get sick and swallowed several times. 

“Why didn’t she tell me?” 

Aurora sat up between his legs, close to his chest. “And why didn't you tell me?” He asked, hurt. 

Aurora looked at him with a bad conscience and sighed. 

“She didn't want me to tell you, but I said to her I would tell you but it felt unnecessary if you didn't suspect something…” 

He looked at Aurora, irritated. 

“But we're a team!” 

“I'm sorry but… I don't want to betray her either…” 

“But you said to her that you would tell me?”

“But it felt so unnecessary. I don't want to stir up something.” 

Bill sighed and hugged her closer. 

“Tell me next time something like that comes up, okay?” 

“Okay…” 

Carefully he dragged his hands over her back. He could feel her ribs. He swallowed a little and wondered if there were more things she didn't tell him. 

××× 

“You've lost almost a million followers on Instagram, your handbag brand you can put to rest and few are asking for a new record. Was this your plan?” Asked Dana while they sat in the record label's white couch group. “And this record you've done with Mathias … …” Dana sighed. “It's not what we expected.” 

Aurora smiled strained and fixed her baby blue off shoulder top. 

“I'm really proud of it…” 

Bill sat behind with their little daughter sleeping in the stroller. Neither Aurora or Isadora was ready to be apart so they would bring her everywhere, to her team's annoyment. 

“You've lost your brand. We don't have so much to work on…” said a man, who introduced himself as Redgy to Bill. 

Bill looked at Aurora carefully. She played with her long nails with a low gaze. She didn't really look like herself while four record label representatives looked at her with disappointment. He really wanted to say something, he hated that they could make his wife so small, even if she was the one paying their salaries. 

“So what do you think we should do?” She asked and looked at them with her big brown eyes. 

“Well… Why stop a successful concept? Your fans want pop. Sugar sweet pop.” 

“But you look wonderful now. I was a bit surprised when I saw the pictures of you two in that editorial. You didn't look like yourself…” said Dana and really tried to wrap in that Aurora's curvier body wasn't desirable. Isis made a whiny sound in the stroller. She didn't seem to like what they said about her mother. 

“We must save your career now. The last six years it has gone down hill…” said Dana and gave Bill a look. The time he had been in Aurora’s life. He gave her an irritated look where he stood and made the stroller move to calm Isis. If they could decide Aurora would have never met him and been the same girl, with a rapper boyfriend and no plans on a family. 

“Okay… Yeah, yeah. We can fix this,” said Aurora determinedly even if she felt herself break. She just wanted to show another side of herself but it was obvious they just wanted her in short skirts sucking on a lollipop. 

××× 

Bill put the stroller in the back of the car after having sat Isis in the car seat. Her mother sat next to her and made her laugh just by tickling her. Bill looked at them for a few seconds where he stood by the trunk. He could see Aurora's profile and how she smiled with her daughter but it was something else there. Even if she smiled brightly it looked like she would start to cry. He looked down at the ground sadly and closed the trunk. 

He knew his career was easier. If he took a break it didn't hang on fans for him to come back, just that a director thought he was good enough and he knew that he was good. His career didn't hang on his looks, his clothes or having an image. He just needed to be good at his work. Aurora was an amazing singer, a great songwriter and dancer but it wasn't enough. She needed to be that person her fans expected and look the way young girls wished they could look and at the same time so men would desire her. Bill played with the car keys a few seconds before opening the back door of the car where Aurora sat. She looked up at him confused. 

“Scoot in,” he said and waved his hand. 

“Why?” She asked and looked around, worried he was trying to hide from something. 

“Scoot in,” he said again and she did what he said. 

All three of them sat in the backseat, behind dark tinted window glass. Bill pulled up her in his lap while their daughter looked at them interested. Aurora looked at Bill with big eyes. She knew why he did this. He had read her like a book. 

“You don't need to do anything you don't want. They shouldn't make you feel like you owe them anything. Your talent have paid their cars, their houses and that Redgy’s fucking ugly haircut. You're one of the world's greatest singers. Fuck them,” he said determinedly and forced her to look at him by holding her chin. 

Aurora looked into Bill's hypnotizing green eyes and his words spun in her head. She let tears travel down her cheeks silently while she continued to look at her husband. 

“But I must save my career… I don't know who I am if I can't be a singer…” she said with a tear filled voice. “I must see what they want to do. Maybe it will be good?” 

Bill licked his lips slowly and took a deep breath.

“Okay but… You must stop when they want things you don't want to do…” he said worriedly and dragged his hands over her back. He could feel her ribs through the top. 

“And… This weight loss…” he said carefully while continuing to feel her spine with his fingers. Aurora's face changed at once, from being open, sensitive and intimate to hardened. She pushed away his hands. 

“Oh, so now you will start to complain about my body too! Thank you,” she said upset and tried to move away from his lap. Isis made a whiny sound of hearing her mother's raised voice and Aurora looked at her guiltily. The attention on Isis had made her stop trying to get away from Bill and he laid his cheek against her chest. 

“I'm just worried honey… I just want your best…” 

Aurora looked down at the top of his head and what she could see of his face; his nose tip, eyelashes and forehead. She kissed the top of his head and he hugged her body closer against him. 

“I know… I know…” Aurora cried again but wiped away the tears and took a deep breath. “But please, let me handle this by myself. I don't need you to save me. I don't need you to be my strong, big husband. I've handled my career alone my whole grown up life. I don't want your help.” 

Bill looked up at her. He didn't really know what to say. He had always helped the people he cared about in their career. His friends, his ex, his family. Aurora was the most important person in his life but she didn't want him to help. To help her felt like the most natural thing for him, it wasn't a sexist thing or that he looked down on her career, it was just who he was. He took offense even if he didn't want to but nodded as an answer. 

“Okay… Okay… If that's what you want…” he swallowed hard because he didn't feel like worrying about her health had anything to do with her career but shut up about that. It was her body and for now she was just thinner. Nothing to worry about, really. 

Aurora kissed him but that made Isis whine again and the both of them turned towards her with a smile. Bill turned to Aurora again while she tickled Isis again. Isis laughed adorably. Bill wished he could be in the moment but he had an inner worry. It didn't feel good and he couldn't say if it was for Aurora's health or if he was afraid to lose her, lose her to all the people that wanted a piece of her. 

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[kingedmundsroyalmurder]

Blue Castle chapter 24 and 25

Cissy is the daughter the Stirlings wish Valancy had been. Pretty, sweet, meek, innocent in the ways of the world, eager to please and quick to forgive. Someone who would do as she was told and look pretty in church without outshining Olive. And, of course, Cecilia Stirling would have had no need to go out to work, and thus never would have met her child's father.

I'm struck in particular by the juxtaposition of these two passages:

From chapter 24: " And I—didn’t know—some things. I didn’t—understand. Then his father came and took him away. And—after a little—I found out—"

Back in chapter 11: " Poor Mrs. Frederick was almost in a state of collapse. She had believed—or pretended to believe—that Valancy still supposed that children were found in parsley beds."

Cissy was raised by a single father who knows perfectly well how sex works, to the point where it likely doesn't even occur to him that people aren't just born knowing where babies come from. Her other main influence was her church community, made up of people who, one assumes, do not talk about these things publicly, and certainly not to Cissy Gay. It's implied that Cissy's mother, had she lived, would have (or at least should have) taught her these things. Clearly she never learned on her own, until it was too late.

Valancy, meanwhile, knows perfectly well where babies come from, to the point where she's embarrassed to even think about wanting them. Wanting to be a mother is perfectly respectable, even laudable for a woman in Valancy's position. Wanting the process of becoming a mother is most certainly not. It's not said where Valancy learned about sex and how it works, although my vote is from Olive, who has had boyfriends and been engaged.

So meek, innocent Cissy Gay might well have been better tolerated by the Stirlings than odd, never quite fitting in properly Valancy. (Cissy would, most likely, have been utterly crushed by the Stirlings in a way that Valancy never quite was. But then again, Olive wasn't. Maybe a Cecilia Stirling who was pretty and clearly had some marital prospects because of her looks would have been treated better by the extended family, if not Mrs. Fredrick and Cousin Stickles.) And, in contrast, Valancy might well have thrived as Abel Gay's daughter. Without discounting the impact of Abel's neglect, Valancy is clearly more outspoken than Cissy, and stronger willed. She grew up in a stifling and domineering society and the second she got out she not only knew her own mind but had no fear speaking it. If she'd been left to raise herself, I think it wouldn't have taken the promise of imminent death to set that part of her free.

I have AUs in my head now. Moving on...

Other thoughts about these chapters --

I did a little bit of research into the Canadian turn of the century education system back when we learned about Olive's engagements. She graduated from college at 18, and from what I could tell, it seems like College was for students roughly 15-18ish. So if that's correct and college is the word LMM uses to mean high school age students, with University being for 18+, then Cissy's young college student would have been a teenager. Probably 18 or 19 at oldest, possibly (likely?) younger.

And Cissy went to work at the hotel "4 years previously". At 25 or 26 at time of death (since she's three years younger than Valancy, who just turned 29), she would have been ~21 at time of boyfriend. So probably older than the boy.

Given that, it's likely that the boy was probably just as surprised and horrified by the pregnancy as Cissy was. I can't even be mad at him -- he screwed up and tried to make it right by offering to marry her and Cissy turned him down. Just a bad situation all around.

Even just reading about Cissy's funeral makes me furious. No wonder Valancy hated it ad Barney refused to go.

"her slanted eyes smudged with purple" -> Another purple mention. Is LMM subtly foreshadowing that Valancy has no intention of going back to her mother's house?

[venomroses]

7, 8, and 10 for the four?

7. If they weren't a killjoy, what would they do? If they aren't a killjoy, were they at some point? What were they like, or what would they be like if they were?

Party: If they weren't a killjoy, they'd probably be a pharmacy tech in the City. They were on that track before they left to find Kobra, who left the City first, so if that had never happened that's where they'd be.

Kobra: If he'd escaped to the desert and just hadn't become a killjoy, he'd probably work for Dr. D. If he'd never escaped, he'd likely have been drac'd or exiled to the Lobby at some point.

Ghoul: He was on track to become an Exterminator, though he likely wouldn't have stuck with it for very long. He was from the inner city, so he likely could've done whatever he wanted, but he didn't really have a backup plan.

Jet: If he wasn't a killjoy he'd likely be like the others- doing what he'd done before meeting them. He was working whatever jobs he could find to care for the Girl, so that's where he'd be.

the Girl: She was a killjoy when she was little, but not after the four died.

8. How old were they when they got to the Zones? How old were they when they became a rebel, if they are one?

Party: They escaped to the Zones at 15, just a few weeks after Kobra did. They were much more reluctant to go against BLI more than they already had by escaping, so even if they went with Kobra and Jet's more rebellious acts, their heart wasn't really in it until Ghoul joined the group when they were 18.

Kobra: He escaped to the Zones at 13. Depending on what you define as a rebel, you could say that he's always been one, but he didn't become a killjoy until around 15.

Ghoul: He left the City at 17 and began rebelling as soon as he was reasonably sure he wouldn't be immediately caught.

Jet: Jet was born in the Zones, so he's always been there. He was always reluctant to take risks with the Girl being so young, but when Kobra got into it, he had to admit it was pretty fun to fuck BLI up.

the Girl: She was stolen from BLI as a baby, before 3 months old, but her exact age at the time isn't known. You could technically consider her to be a rebel when the Fab Four started rebelling when she was about three or four, but of course she was a little kid so she was just copying them without really understanding why. She didn't truly rebel against the City until she destroyed it.

10. Has living in the zones changed their perception of their gender/sexuality? Or, if they were born in the zones, does exposure to city ideas of gender/sexuality change their perception of their own identity? What do they identify as?

Party:

Kobra: He got more comfortable with his gender once he's in the zones. He was AFAB with PAIS (partial androgen insensitivity syndrome), so he naturally has higher testosterone levels than a perisex girl. Once he was off the estrogen HRT he was on in the city he got to embrace his more masculine traits. He's a trans man and gay (he/him pronouns).

Ghoul: He's this kind of cis guy:

this is him and Kobra To Me. Doesn't really know what label to use but gender doesn't really matter to him

Jet: City ideas of gender and sexuality, not just heteronormative expectations but their ideas of queerness, make him feel very boxed in. He doesn't really bother questioning what labels he should use or anything. He's fine with being a man, but if he'd been born a girl he'd probably be fine with that too. He doesn't really care about pronouns so just use whatever. And he's mostly into men but sometimes there's a woman or nonbinary person he's into

the Girl: She has a weird relationship with gender because who the world knows her has is so closely tied to a specific gender because of her name, because she was so socially isolated for most of her life her perception of gender isn't the same as someone who grows up constantly around other people, and because she's intersex. She doesn't really like being referred to as a girl in any context, name or gender, but she's not a boy. She's fine with her body and fine with she/her so she doesn't really bother looking for actual labels.

[jsandrs]

I'm not trying to be rude but how did you meet your boyfriend? Your age gap is a lot bigger than I'm used to seeing.

We are used to people asking this and similar things. Yes, we have a very large age gap. I'm almost 22, he is 40. He's almost double my age.

How we met was he was in a band and I started talking to him outside after a show. We really hit it off and I gave him my number. He thought I was older, and he also thought I was biologically male. After we casually spoke, and things started getting flirty, I let him know I was only 18, and he did take a step back at that time. Obviously we decided to move forward with a relationship but he wasn't totally on board initially because of that. I was really afraid it wasn't going to work because on top of the age gap, he still didn't know I was trans. We hadn't been physical or anything and we also hadn't sexted or anything, so my anatomy never came up. It wasn't that serious to start with because he lived in California and I was in New York, so it didn't seem practical. He flew to New York to see me a few months in and I told him I was trans, which he was so fucking cute about. He didn't care at all. He told me he wasn't even gay but he is bi so it made no difference to him. I was so scared and he immediately validated me. I come from an unaccepting family, who disowned me at a young age once I started HRT and they saw changes, so I wasn't even living at home at the time, but with a friend's family. After Ryan came out to visit, he went back to CA and I wanted to go with him. I didn't right away, but I needed somewhere to go long term and I wanted to be with him. So, a few weeks after he came to visit, I was planning to move out to CA with him. I did, and I guess the rest is history? We started discussing sexual preferences in depth about a year after I moved in with him and found that our kinks we felt some shame about were very closely related. that's really allowed us to make some dreams a reality for both of us<3

I think the age gap makes people think something nefarious happened. The reality is that I'm mature for my age and Ryan is a little immature for his age lol I was the one who pursued him, not vice versa. Our emotional bond and chemistry came first and foremost and literally everything that happened was what you could expect to happen between two people regardless of age. I know it's off putting for some but it really isn't a big thing for us. I didn't even have like a preference for older guys or anything, he just was so charming and fun, I immediately felt drawn to him and didn't want it to end.

Now we have our gorgeous girl Lily and her baby sibling on the way. He's seriously the love of my life and makes me so happy. He's the best daddy and his age honestly is almost never something on my mind. He's a goofball and is super silly. I think he acts more like he's a fun 30 year old and I am more like a 25 year old or something. It feels like our mental ages are closer than our actual ages.

[angeart]

ask game 12 &13!

yayy more questions! okay i'll start with 13 because it's simpler:

13.Any segment of your work that made you cry while writing it? (because it moved you deeply)

so. i cry easily. but i don't tend to cry while writing, i think? i don't have the greatest memory, so i can't be sure. i remember one time i cried while writing hmtb, but it wasn't because i was moved deeply jcnbjk (it was actually a mellow scene and i just. unexpectedly triggered an unpleasant memory, oops.)

in a way, i think it's easier to get emotional while working on RPs, actually. i might've cried at those in the past, mmh.

now, if you asked me when did i get anxious while writing. that's a whole another thing. i do deal with a lot of heavy emotions in writing, and, yeah. anyway, the answer is yesterday. (hmtb grian is doing perfectly well wdym-) (i had to stop writing after 8 sentences and take a break everything's fine-)

12.Funniest comment you've ever gotten in a piece of work?

this is a fun one! i don't think i have a favourite, i'm not the best with putting things on a scale and deciding that's the most this or that. add my bad memory into the mix, and about a year of writing a multichapter fic, and- well. but! i dug through and made a small collection of comments that amuse me! (there were many more, but i'm trying not to swarm you completely.)

i cannot tell you how much i appreciate and value the comments i get. i read every single one, and they matter a lot! they help me immensely and i am insanely grateful for them. <33

anyway, the collection of comments that make me giggle is under the line!

♥ please, consider this a love letter to all the commenters. ♥

Chocolate_Cake_Enthusiast on Chapter 3 of Elegy: ANGE UOU ARE THE SINGULAR SOURCE OF MY ANGST AND DEPRESSION (…) POOR GRIAN HE BETTER BE ALRIGHT OTHERWISE I WILL CHUCK A TENNIS BALL AT MY TOE

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ghostpi on Chapter 7 of hmtb: TIS BUT A FLESH WOUND.

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Eucalypta on Chapter 18 of hmtb: I forgot this had a ship tag so I was reading all previous chapters like: "what deep soulmates they are! Wait … Thats a bit gay. Well sometimes platonic love goes very dee- No thats definitely gay… What were the tags again?"

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Tiand on Chapter 21 of hmtb: So- uh- Where can I send my therapy bill?

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wimrow on Chapter 26 of hmtb: WOOOOO I DONT FEWL LIKE SOBBING WITJ THIS CHAPTER!!!!!! (this will absolutely change later on won’t it)

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genderfluid_bitch on Chapter 29: *does a little jig* THE BABIES ARE HURTING AGAIN

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Amabsis on Chapter 30 of hmtb: “Grian, are you okay?” NOBODY IS OKAY IMPULSESV!!!

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Chat on Chapter 31 of hmtb: THATS A BRILLIANT WAY TO END A CHAPTER BUT OH MY FUCKERY ARE YOU CRUEL FOR IT.

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peskytimes on Chapter 39 of hmtb: everytime i read this fic my mental state gets worse <33 /pos

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Alcea_42 on Chapter 42 of hmtb: so sometimes 42 doesn't solve everything-

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Holly_Loves_Reading on Chapter 46 of hmtb: Oh my god they’re so cute! Not even a little bit healthy, but so cute!

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Pidgey05 on Chapter 47 of hmtb: Omg 200k words of pain and now finnally some fluff T^T it was so beautiful thank you author, for this gift 🤣

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SongbirdQuela on Chapter 48 of hmtb: Everything’s going so well! Oh jee wiz I hope nothing goes incredibly wrong, boy would that be a rollercoaster, oh golly I can’t wait to see absolutely none of the characters doing anything self destructive!

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Heartpaw on Chapter 48 of hmtb: “Did you two have a romp?” Says you. Your the one not wearing you own pants. Are you sure YOU didn’t have a romp

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also have a kiss collection of you guys going insane <33

The_Pesky_Crow on Chapter 28 of hmtb: 12 Chapters from now, in a land far far away, the Grain kisses the Scar

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Linkito on Chapter 41 of hmtb: I absolutely cannot believe that I binged this FORTY ONE chapter fic of A HUNDRED AND SIXTY THOUSAND WORDS and these idiots haven't kissed. Unbelievable. You're taking slow burn to a whole new level bless you and also I hate you LMAO

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Bones_exe on Chapter 44 of hmtb: I'm going to be a crinkly old man by the time these two smooch huh?

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Chocolate_Cake_Enthusiast on Chapter 44 of hmtb: JUST KISS ALREADY. PLEASE. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. PLEASE JUST KISS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Xanadu:Wynter on Chapter 45 of hmtb: PLEASE JUST ONE KISS

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Bioluminescence on Chapter 45 of hmtb: I THOUGHT THEY WERE GOING TO KISS I WAS HOLDING MY BREATH AND THEN THEY DIDN'T this is honestly so predictable of you though smh

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and some bonus screenshot stuff <3 (first two from elegy, the rest is hmtb)

(in the one below you can see a beautiful duality of comments /pos)

i hope that was fun. i had fun putting this together <3

love you guys!!

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[jameswrites]

just gonna say it about the companion video

it is not well sourced, it is not well documented, it has fallacies in the arguments, and it is not a good companion video.

Fuck James Somerton, but "no it wasn't, that isn't true" in response to things that Might Not Be True (allegations of homosexuality in Nazi ranks and how you could get crimes blown past when sexual favors were given by men to men) but giving no sources... He continues through the first 18 minutes at least to not give sources, to "source" Wikipedia and to just say "well it seems obvious" about how own claims of the guy he's saying is awful.

Fuck James Somerton again, I cannot stress this enough.

But I've seen people calling this a compelling companion piece and I'm not only not impressed I'm finding myself wanting to see if some of this might actually be true.

Like, 3 the real reason Hitler murdered Ernst Rohm was because he was fat.

Ok this guy literally shows us a random newspaper, didn't source it, says Hitler claimed that the man being gay was part of it, but also this Todd guy suddenly psych yoink no that's just what Hitler SAID but it was Actually a power struggle that's all!! Trust him! Nothing is listed about the weight being a point of it, but the gay part absolutely is even mentioned to be maybe a reason "the reason for that is just a good old fashioned power struggle, it wasn't because he was gay, although Hitler used that as an excuse"

And you want us to trust YOUR sources!? Are you serious! You mock this very Mockable man, Todd, by using a "source: trust me bro" image, but not just once but twice in less than 18 minutes you fucking just Decide the claim isn't true, once with absolutely no source to back it up?

Nearly eery one of these so far has been a poorly sourced Trust me bro, in regards to someone who did that all the time.

I can't watch more of this. It's poorly done, it's obnoxious, and it's not even entertaining.

IDK what he normally does, music I think, but I'm not even remotely interested in what feels like baby's first video essay.

[that-agender-from-pluto]

Can I just rant for a second

(And I ask that you read this in its entirety before sending hate)

Adding a read more bc it's a long post

I don't like the fandoms obsession with Eddie munson

Like, do I think he's an ok character? yeah sure

But some of you treat him like he's the second coming of christ

Y'all treat him like he's a god

And I personally hate that with a burning passion

HE WAS AN ASSHOLE

To Lucas, my baby, my bff

To Steve

To literally anyone he interacted with

And some of you will be like "but he was bullied and he was just trying to protect himself 😔"

Yall will act like he was regularly getting beat up in back alleys when realistically the most that happened was he got called names

He was, as far as we know, the only drug dealer at the high school. No one is going to want to be on his bad side if they ever wanted drugs

He was a three time senior let that sink in

Three time senior

He was 20 in the show or at least almost 20

No teenager is going to go beating up a 20 year old no matter if their in the same school or not

Now correct me if I'm wrong, but I don't think anyone is bullying people in a grade above them

You know Jason big bad evil jock basketball player Jason

The most we see before the whole murder thing (which I will get to) is him calling Eddie a freak, and that's it

And Honestly, if I was trying to eat my lunch and some theater kid started standing on tables loudly yelling about things that really don't matter, I would call him a freak too

Jason was a sophomore when Eddie was in his first senior year

Jason is not doing shit to Eddie

But you all will take what he did when they found his girlfriend dead in Eddie's trailer and treat it like it's his everyday life

And this was right in the middle of the satanic panic. So, the rumors of him worshipping the devil make sense for the time. It wasn't anything targeted. It was just what everyone thought about people who played dnd

And can you honestly say that you would react differently than Jason did?

If your girlfriend was found dead in the trailer of the three time senior (again 20 year old) the same senior that has a reputation for dealing drugs and playing a game linked to devil worshipping (again satanic panic it's what most people thought at the time)

Think of it from an outsiders perspective

There's a murderer on the loose, and the police aren't doing shit about it

What would you be doing?

And let's talk about chrissy

We don't know how old she was

We don't know if she was graduating that year

She could have been under 18

If you found out that a 17 year old was found dead in someone's trailer, you would be so angry, and you would be wishing death on whatever predator killed her.

And y'all will say "oh he's an outcast he's someone people who feel like outcasts can look up to"

And like great, im glad you found a character you can relate to

But like did you watch the first three seasons?

The whole show is about outcasts

Lucas is black in a small town in the 80s

Dustin is disabled in a small town in the 80s

Will and Robin are gay in a small town in the 80s

If you were anything other than straight white and able-bodied in the 80s, you were an outcast

Eddie is nothing new

Y'all just like him so much because you think he's hot

And don't even get me started on how y'all treat robin and steve