#But I also want to make it sound like the person in the recording booth has been in there for years without human interaction

[sluttish-armchair]

You know… Whether the Party is lying about having gotten control of the Americas or not, it would make sense if they have some people with American accents running the radio and telescreen programs… if for no other reason to make themselves look more powerful.

[hellfire--cult]

Rockstar!Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

wc: 10k

+18 enemies to lovers, rockstar!steve, reader is a bit mean, a bit of fluff, a sprinkle of angst, drinking, smut, p in v (protected), oral (f receiving), fingering, lots of sexual tension, elevator kissing ftw, kinda hate fucking

summary: You started a 'hate' blog out of your irritation towards a certain rockstar, criticizing everything he got out, giving your personal opinion on how it could be better, not thinking that would land you a spot in his actual PR team. He hated you were always right, you hated he was cocky... or, that's what you both thought.

A/N: Joe Keery doing a tour altered my brain chemistry, so here you guys go. Thank you @andvys for proofreading this and telling me if it made sense LMAO I barely proofread this myself, so yeah. I also wrote this all in a single night, so don't mind it if it's... too stupid.

please reblog, don't be lazy.

YOUR BIGGEST FAN HATER

“It’s fucking horse shit, Steve.”

You let go of the talking button from the mixer, and you heard Steve groan from inside the recording booth. Eddie was holding back a laugh from the couch as Joyce snickered on your side. You saw how Steve raised his arms in defeat, staring at you with eyes that were filled with anger.

“What the fuck do you want from me?” You leaned over to press the button again, speaking into the mic.

“I know this isn’t what you want to play, and I know this isn’t what your fans want. Stop trying to be mainstream.” You let go of the button again and inhaled deeply, when you saw him angrily putting the guitar away on its stand, and Joyce sighed heavily as Steve opened the door of the booth, walking towards you.

“We’ve been working on this song for a month already, I tried every fucking version of it, and you are still not happy.” 

“I’m in your PR team. I know what will look and sound best for you.” Your reply was cold, and it made Eddie whistle from the couch.

“Let’s not get into an argument today–” But he got cut off by Steve, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Too fucking late, stay out of it Munson.” Eddie sighed, and you crossed your arms over your chest, facing your client. “What if you are cutting my wings off, huh!? Maybe this is the music I want to make, and you are not letting me.”

“Oh no, you are completely free to do whatever you want. But I studied you, Steve, and punk is not your style, nor what you really want to do. Redo it.” Your voice was sharp as you stared into those hazel orbs of his. Joyce stood behind you, and you were either the best decision ever or the worst.

Because you were Steve’s number one critic. Number one hater.

It started as a joke months ago. You were bored, sitting in your bed while watching TikToks, where you slowly but surely started getting angrier and angrier because every two videos you scrolled, Steve Harrington’s song was used. Over. And over. And over. And it wouldn’t fucking stop.

So you decided to Google the bastard. He filled your TikTok, Instagram, car radio, and weekly top song playlists. His song stayed for weeks and weeks, and you were sick of him. When you looked at his photoshoots, you saw the attraction—you really did… until you saw red carpet looks… listened to his album, and—he was fucking overrated. 

His songs had different vibes, some lyrics didn’t make sense or didn’t match the tunes, then in the red carpet he was dressed horribly sometimes, and then at concerts he didn’t know how to properly interact with fans, and also how to fucking dress. Who the hell wears a basketball getup singing a ballad?

He almost looked like he didn’t have a PR team at all to advise him.

But you were pissed. It was going to be a small joke. A small blog post giving a detailed critique of his outfit on the red carpet. You were anonymous, so you weren’t worried about that part, but you were surprised when people started agreeing with you, as well as those crazed fans you hated who tried defending his every move. He could have made a lady trip on purpose, and the fans would defend him and say he has a condition that makes his body spasm and do things against his will.

For some reason, seeing people agreeing with you filled you with relief. You got the anger out. Only for it to come back the next day when your little cousin would not stop playing the damn fucking song at a family gathering. You watched an interview of his that night, the latest one he had. You were surprised he was quite charming, but there was still a tone in his voice that made your insides fire up with rage.

And then it was post after post after post. You had a following; some agreed completely with you, some found your content funny, and some followed you only to try to tear you down every time you posted. You didn’t care. You were right in what you were saying, in every little detail you pointed out. You did, though, delete all harsh insults against him. You disliked Steve Harrington but not to the point of being evil and a piece of shit about it.

He had his good points too, which you couldn’t deny. He was pretty, very much so. He had a good voice. He had good hair. He was very nice to people in interviews, and whenever he met fans outside. Still, the dislike won over those points each time he did something unnerving or his only two hit songs played over the most random shit. Like your elevator in your apartment.

You were venting out your anger towards this guy with no other thought than to relieve yourself from how annoying everything felt, only for that venting to be read by someone. The star himself.

Now Steve first laughed it off. He was a bit taken aback by people agreeing on some of the stuff you said, but he rolled his eyes each time, saying you didn’t know what you were talking about. He showed the blog to Eddie, and unbeknownst to Steve, Eddie showed it to Joyce, his manager. Without Steve’s knowledge, Joyce started taking some of your suggestions at hand, be it for his clothes, his getup, his topics of conversation in interviews or podcasts, and you nailed it each time.

His views went up. His following went up. His hashtags trended each time, unlike before. You were good, really good. And Joyce didn’t want you to go unpaid for it.

Two months have passed since Joyce contacted you. At first you thought it was fake, a bullshit account or them trying to dox you, only to find a legitimate contract, and you were in desperate need for cash. This paid well. Very well. The plus? You got to tour around the country and see many states, all paid for.

Steve had tried to fire you on the spot when he met you, but Joyce forbade it. You were under her agency’s contract, not Steve’s. He could complain, but unless you did a bad job, there was no need to fire you. And you hadn’t done a bad job. It was excellent each time. Thanks to you, Steve had risen in popularity as one of the hottest men of the day. You had advised him to be more carefree in interviews and give people a chance to make memes out of him, out of his faces, and out of his gestures.

He didn’t understand it at first until he started seeing a cropped part of an interview of his being used as a reaction. The comments were from ‘Who is this?’ ‘Oh, he is cute!’ ‘Damn he fine.’ He didn’t want to admit it. He wasn’t going to admit you were right. 

But now with his music, he didn’t want to give you the satisfaction of being right. Not with the one thing he wanted to do since forever, even when he was still following Daddy’s command. You didn’t know anything about him, so what could you know about his music? 

“You are fucking insufferable, I have promised my fans I would give them a sneak peek of my new song weeks ago, and I have till tomorrow!” His next concert was in Philadelphia. He suggested premiering a song he had been working on for a while, and you were skeptical. You started asking him for demos, and each time, you were never happy. 

“Then you won’t sing it!” Your voice was sharp as you delivered the order. Your body was tense, sweat pooling at the tips of your fingers, the more you stared at the man before you. There was fire in the room, that is something you could feel on your skin right now. 

“I will sing it! I promised that–”

“You are not even sure of your own song, so why sing it? People will not like it if you do not like it.” Steve’s jaw fell at your words, the anger rising up in him more and more. He couldn’t fucking stand you. He couldn’t fucking stand you were good at your work. He couldn’t fucking stand that you couldn’t stand him either.

“And what do you know what is in my mind?” He spat back, and Joyce finally got in between, separating the two of you. You hadn’t noticed just how close you stepped towards him. How his breath fanned over your face. Only when the warmth of it was gone from your nose did you realize the closeness. 

“Okay, let’s settle. Steve, I think she is right. You are not even sure of this song…” Joyce tried to explain calmly, unlike you did to him. You could see Steve’s vein popping on the side of his neck as he clenched his jaw. Eddie cleared his throat as he got up from the couch, putting a hand on Steve’s shoulder.

“Let’s go cool off, big boy.” Eddie winked your way, always telling you he would somehow make the waters grow calm again. You wondered if that was going to be the case this time. Steve’s eyes never left your face, and yours never left his. 

Finally, he turned around without saying anything else and left the room. Eddie turned to look at Joyce with a wince, only for her to wave at him as thanks. Once the door closed, she turned to you, crossing her arms over her chest. You frowned, confused, shrugging your shoulders in question.

“What?”

“A little more tact, next time?” You rolled your eyes at her request, shaking your head.

“Tact? Tact is what led him to make all the mistakes he did before. No one was telling him what was right and what looked awful.” Joyce sighed, rubbing her temple in annoyance. 

“You two…” 

“Us two, what?” And it seemed as if Joyce bit her tongue. She shook her head to dismiss what she was about to say.

“Let’s hope tomorrow he doesn’t… do something reckless.”

You doubted it.

It sucked.

People didn’t like it.

Just like you said.

Just like you had fucking said. 

He had tried the version of the song he liked best, and people clapped at the end of it, but it wasn’t massive cheering. He went against your order of not singing the song, but he had convinced himself he liked it, and honestly, he couldn’t even blame it entirely on the people. He hated every single version he made of this song.

The lyrics looked good, but the tune of it was what sucked. It didn’t fit. The lyrics didn’t fit any of those beats or genres he played around with. He really wanted this song, but he hated every version he wrote. What was his own version? He thought he had himself figured out, but now? Now it was all a blur.

It was 2 am, and he went down to the hotel bar for a drink because he needed a distraction from looking at his phone and read what people had to say. He sat down at a booth, drinking his negroni, and pulled out his notebook for his songs. He flipped through the pages and found the lyrics of this particular song, and he frowned as he remembered the lack of enthusiasm from the crowd. 

He put on his reading glasses and he was scanning it, over and over again, so focused he missed the part where you had sat down in front of him with a beer in hand.

“Told you.”

His head snapped up to look at you. There was no smirk, no smug grin, no ego being shown. You were being professional, but he still hated it. He hated you for being right. For having been the reason his career had been going up instead of plummeting to the ground. 

“No need for those remarks right now.”

You studied his face. It was one of those you particularly enjoyed. When he looked concentrated, and that little piece of hair fell on the side of his face, over those glasses, that's when you thought he looked best. Your breathing hitched at the intrusive thought, one of the many you had about the man in front of you, and even more since you started working with him. 

“You know, we could try to figure it out together.”

He was surprised at your response, making him look up from his notebook with a skeptical look. He studied your face, waiting to see a flinch that would give away you were joking, or a little tug at the corner of your lips trying to cover up your laughter, but he found none.

“Are you serious?” You shrugged, taking a sip of your beer before looking down at his hand that was holding a pen.

“When I tell you I didn’t find it nice, it didn’t mean I didn’t have ideas.” You confessed to him, and he tilted his head your way, still squinting with skepticism.

“Why didn’t you?”

“It wasn’t my place. Like you said, you know yourself better than anyone else, so I wasn’t going to let my ideas maybe… influence you.” You looked down, a little bit embarrassed because it was the first time you and Steve had a civil talk for once. You were also a little angry for wanting to talk to him like this, but he never gave you such a chance… or maybe you hadn’t.

He blinked a few times in surprise, looking down at his notes for a second. He gulped once, and he cleared his throat.

“You think your ideas are so good that they would influence me? Wow, a bit of an ego there.” You couldn’t help but chuckle because it was just a matter of minutes before he made it a fight, but you were surprised when he laughed along. He didn’t mean what he just said. He hesitated for a few seconds before sliding the notebook your way.

“Collaborative.” You said, and he rolled his eyes, handing the pen to you. You took it, your fingers grazing his for a second, sending chills all over your body. Chills, you were going to pretend did not happen at all. 

“C’mon, let me see what your ideas are.” He took a sip of his drink as he watched you study the lyrics. Instead of scribbling on top of his original ones, you were respectful and wrote it all over on a new page. He, of course, noticed it, and it made him move in his seat in which he thought was because he was uncomfortable, but in all honesty, he felt… delighted.

“I think that if you change some adjectives here, or even elongate some phrases, you can make this song like… Slow, but with a slight upturn in the bridge.” You explained as you scribbled a few more seconds before giving the notebook back to him.

He studied it with a frown and–

“God, can you stop being right for two seconds?” Your eyes widened at his outburst, but before you could mention anything of it, he called for a waiter and ordered another negroni and a beer for you. You hadn’t noticed you had drank the entire bottle while writing down notes. 

“I didn’t even say I wanted another beer!” You complained, and he glared at you, but there was a hint of something else behind it. Respect, and also, the need for you to stay.

“Well, we’re gonna work on this, so you have to be fueled up.”

And for some reason, that made you happy. It made you feel useful in another kind of way. Instead of clashing all the time, the two of you spent an hour working on that notebook while drinking and letting the alcohol relax you both. You did not fight. You did not clash against each other. You were hearing one another out and that’s– Fuck, that’s all you’ve ever wanted.

When you first met Steve, you tried to introduce yourself nicely; he was a client after all. He obviously had his ego busted thanks to you, so he didn’t want you near him at all. At first, you didn’t care, but then, when you saw him interact with his best friends, or with Joyce, even with random girls, you couldn’t help but feel jealous that you were never going to have that kind of Steve for you. You were never going to have one of his smiles directed your way, or you would never hear his laughter thanks to you.

And that’s because you liked it. You liked that side of him, and you have always loved what you shouldn’t have.

An hour passed, the three beers now kicking in, but just making you tipsy, bold, and to Steve’s surprise, giggly. You laughed at certain things he pointed out, and just like you, he hated that you never smiled for him. He hated that all he got from you were snarky remarks or orders. It intrigued him, which only added to the fuel of despising you. Why would he want a mean girl like you? Why would he want someone who criticized him out of fun? That’s fucked up. He clearly had something wrong going on in his head.

But he couldn’t deny how pretty you looked. There were times he remained silent while you said something because, even when angry because of something he said, you looked pretty. You looked pretty while frowning, glaring at him. Eddie had joked around with him, telling him you two needed to fuck it out and get it over with. Steve didn’t know what Eddie was on about because, why the hell would he want to fuck you?

And now, with four drinks in, he can answer that fucking question with no shame.

It was always a tug-of-war game, see who caved in first. There were times, little ones, when he would be having a hard time with a fan interaction, and you would step up to cover for him. You were in charge of making sure no interviewers asked out of line questions to him. 

And on your side, you noticed how Steve would order either coffee or ask Joyce if she could give you a day off. There were times when you didn’t sleep because it was an event, an interview, and a concert, back to back to back, so the content was fresh. You had to do your investigation and see what the people were talking about, and not miss a single hour. Joyce told you that Steve demanded you back off for a while.

You were mad at first, only to realize after sleeping for twelve hours straight just how badly you needed to rest. You tried thanking him after that, but it ended with you two staring at each other before he got called into the recording booth. You never got to thank him for those times when, even if your job was to basically shut him down, he cared for your health.

The two of you weren’t blind to each other, you were just idiots.

“Okay, hang on, so, you and Eddie never banged?” Steve almost spat his negroni, a laugh escaping his lips, shaking his head. 

“Why the fuck would you even think that!?”

“He is very touchy!” Steve smirked, tilting his head to the side, making that curl of his hair fall a little bit as well. Damn him.

“You jealous that he is touchy with me?” You gasped, feeling your stomach do a twirl at the accusation, but you shook your head aggressively.

“No! But come on, the girls online also think you two are dating! There’s even fucking fanfictions about you two!” He squinted slightly, now confused.

“What are fanfictions?” Your eyes widened in surprise, a smile of mischief appearing on your lips. You hummed as you grabbed your phone and tapped on the screen. He took this time to scan your features. You looked relaxed, as if you were treating him like a person and not the celebrity you have to keep in check. Then his eyes moved downwards, and– that damn neck of yours. Fuck–

“Here.” You handed him your phone with a smirk on your face. He took it without question, seeing it was text, and he took a sip of his drink as he read, adjusting the glasses over his face. For some reason, he decided to read it out loud, which only made you cover your mouth in anticipation–

“Steve could only look Eddie into his eyes for a few seconds, before his hands started making their way to the belt of his best friend’s pAAAHNT–” He dropped the phone on the table with disgust and a yelp, and you burst out laughing, throwing yourself back onto the booth, holding your belly. “What the hell!”

You couldn’t help but feel the tears building up from laughing so hard, and soon enough he started laughing too, taking his glasses off to cover his eyes as if he were in pain. The song was forgotten, the work, the fans, the blog, everything. You were just in a bar booth, laughing your ass off with a cute boy. That’s what it felt like.

“And you’re always the passive.” Steve choked on his saliva as he leaned down to rest his head into his arms, cradling it while laughing hysterically into them. You wiped your eyes, trying to cease your laughter, but having a hard time doing so. 

“I’m gonna kill myself.” He said jokingly, which prompted you to laugh again. After a minute, he finally came back up, his eyes teary from the laughter, and he was taking deep breaths in to calm himself down. “Also, the passive!?” 

“Yeah, the one who takes it.” He rolled his eyes and chuckled, leaning back with his arms crossed over his chest, which only made your eyes fall to the extent of his biceps getting slightly bigger because of the flex. You gulped as you were finally left with small giggles, putting your phone away.

“If only my fans knew.” He mumbled, but you caught on to it. You frowned in question, a cheeky smile on your lips as you rested your elbows on the table and your chin at the top of your joined hands. 

“Knew what, Harrington?” His eyebrow twitched for just a second in thought before he finally caught sight of you. His body tensed, and the air around you both did as well. You two were lucky no one else was down there at the bar at that time. 

So, as his tongue and muscles got a bit loose thanks to the alcohol, his crossed arms came to rest on the table as well, leaning forward, your way.

“If they knew how I really was in bed, I would not be considered the bottom.” Your legs clenched together at those words because– Fuck, it’s been a while since you had sex and, you had been interested in Steve despite hating him, but it shouldn’t be. It shouldn’t happen, and now he is letting your imagination go wild.

“Oh? And how is the nice, charming, gentlemanly Steve Harrington in bed, huh?” You tried to sound as teasing as possible, using the names people called him online, but all you got from him was a cheeky grin, one that was making your entire body turn on like a wildfire.

“That, I keep to myself and whoever I have sex with, honey.” The pet name. The pet name came out by itself and with no restraint. He was staring at your reactions, and– Was he causing any? He noticed how you looked away, taking the last sip of your beer and, fuck, he did. He did cause a reaction, and you looked good like this. You looked good when you were speechless.

And he can think of a way or two to provoke that again.

“As long as there’s an NDA afterwards.” You joked a bit, trying to hide how much you have reacted to his words because the images in your head kept popping up. You have seen him shirtless thanks to photoshoot campaigns, and, thanks to the girls online pointing it out, you obviously stumbled over thirst posts… some were of his bulge thanks to his tight pants. 

He huffed a bit as his eyes never left your figure, his tongue licking the inside of the bottom of his lip in thought, trying to gather up even more courage than what the liquid had given him. It was starting to wear off, so he had to use it quickly.

“And what about you?”

“Mmm?”

“How are you in bed? You think that in a so-called fanfiction of this, would you be the bottom?” Your eyebrows went up, stunned at the bold question. You leaned back, putting your hands to your sides, grabbing onto the seat, and popping your chest up as if you were lying back on the seat. His eyes drifted to your cleavage, and fuck, did that dress look good on you.

“Well… If it were a fanfiction of me and you… I would definitely be pegging you.” His eyes widened, his arms still crossed as he leaned back. His pants started to tighten up more and more, and if your teasing before made him hard a few times, the sexual teasing was going to be the death of him.

“Is that right?” He challenged, and the fire just kept spreading more and more, and this was not supposed to happen, because it shouldn’t. You really should get up, say goodbye, and go away. Yet, you stayed put.

“What? You think you could dominate the situation? I hardly believe it, you can barely fight me when I suggest something for your image.” You scoffed to emphasize your mockery, but he didn’t even smile. Instead, his pupils were dilated, looking your way. It only made your limbs grow limp. It was as if he just made your entire self feel like something you could squish with just a hard grip. 

“Hmm…” He hummed, his eyes still racking all over your body, and he wanted you to feel it. He wanted you to feel observed, he wanted you to feel like fucking prey for him, because he knew he was good. He knew it, and that is the one thing he won’t tolerate you criticizing.

He really wants to shut you the fuck up.

“I’m sorry. We need to do a clean-up before the morning shift starts?” The waiter came over as politely as possible, and your eyes noticed the discomfort on his face. He was obviously uncomfortable because he knew he had interrupted, but maybe it was for the better. You took a deep breath before standing up. Steve gave a generous tip to the waiter, getting up and putting the small notebook in his back pocket while he hung his reading glasses on the collar of his button-up shirt. 

“Thank you.” You mumbled to the waiter before you headed out of the bar, Steve following right behind. Every step felt heavy with tension as you two walked towards the elevators. He stood next to you with his hands in his front pockets, and you were trying not to glance, but the stickiness between your legs was bringing you back to the real world, in which you were wet for the man you ‘hated’, making you move in your place.

“You gotta pee?” He asked as the elevator dinged and the doors opened. Spacious and empty. Your belly flipped, and you noticed how his hand pressed against the frame so the doors wouldn’t close, so you could step in first. You gulped, walking into the elevator, shaking your head.

“No. These heels are just killing me.” He chuckled, stepping inside and pressing your room’s floor first. You were surprised he remembered it. 14.

“Really? You’ve been sitting all night, though.” He reminded you, and you felt yourself flushing over at being caught. You shrugged, trying not to let the nerves, or rather, the need to jump on him, consume you as the doors closed, leaving you two alone.

“They can still hurt. You’ve never worn heels, you have no say.” He chuckled at your response, and then it was silent.

The air was tense, just the sound of the elevator slowly moving as it went up. You scratched the side of your face, trying to distract yourself from the events of the night. He then leaned against the mirror behind him, his arms crossed as his eyes ran all over your body, which only made you scoff a bit.

“What?”

“Why are you acting like you’re the main character of a music video?” You asked, kind of irritated. He chuckled, tilting his head.

“Jealous?” 

“Of your ego? Never.” 

Then the floor kept clicking upward, and his hand raked over his hair, as if nervously, or maybe fed up.

“You know, for someone who claims to hate me, you have a knack of finding me in every single room we're in.”

Your eyes widened at his words, making your head turn to look at him. He was grinning your way, knowing he was getting under your skin. You level him with one look, shaking your head.

“Please, you orbit me, Harrington.” Then it was silent as you two stared at one another. The air was thick with tension, and you could hear your heartbeat in your ear, a loud ringing that was making you almost lose your balance.

Steve was feeling the pulse in his neck quicken by the second, and it almost felt as if it were about to pop his vein off. He uncrossed his arms, and he took a step closer your way, tentatively.

“Do you still hate me?” His question made your stomach flip, when it fucking shouldn’t. You lifted your chin, trying to make it look like you were unfazed.

“Shouldn’t I?”

That only prompted him to take one more step, and you would only have to raise your hand to touch his chest from how close he got to you. You could feel the heat on your ears, on the tips of your fingertips, in your belly. 

“You didn’t look like you hated me when you were laughing down at the bar with me.” 

Your breathing skipped as his eyes went down to your lips, and your knees trembled slightly at how good he was with physical teasing. He knew what to do to make you crumble, and you hated him a little more because of that. 

“Maybe you just didn’t look like a jerk then.”

“Do I look like one now?” His response was fast, ready to counterattack you. You stayed silent, and that was the answer he needed. He licked his lips, studying your face as his hand itched with the need to touch you. The need to grab you, anywhere. “You’re really… insufferable, honey.”

Your mouth opened in disbelief at his words, only for the elevator doors to open on your floor. Maybe he was only mocking you for the night. Maybe it was his goal to know if you fancied him or not, and he might have gotten his answer, and that made you mad. You scoffed and stepped out of the elevator, ready to go to your room and write a long fucking post on how he sucked ass tonight–

But his hand gripped your arm, pulling you back in as his other hand pressed against another button aggressively, his floor, just four more floors up. You managed to let a small gasp leave you before his lips clashed against yours, the elevator doors closing behind you.

Your body moved instinctively, your arms wrapping desperately around his shoulders as his arms wrapped around your body, his hands on your back, pressing you close to him. It felt desperate, rough, filled with pent-up feelings that both of you were never going to admit. 

He backed the two of you against a wall, his hand stopping the impact for a second so you wouldn’t hit it hard, before wrapping it back around your body. You could feel your center throbbing for him, and this was just a kiss. Not even with tongue. His hand glided down to your right thigh, making you wrap your leg around his hip, and then, you moaned into his mouth.

His hard on was tight against his pants, pressing it against you and creating friction on your clothed clit. He took the advantage of pushing his tongue inside your mouth, finally having a proper taste of you, making his stomach flip over. His hips rolled instinctively once, making you groan into the kiss as your nails ran all over his hair, scratching at his scalp.

You heard him groan and grip onto your thigh even tighter, his hand underneath your dress, and someone could walk into the elevator at any moment and see you two together, but you couldn’t care less. Not now. He didn’t care either, even when he should, because he was a rockstar, and this could make it in a post anytime soon. 

Your tongue was exquisite against his, and again, his hatred for you only grew. Why were you so fucking perfect? It wasn’t fair. He pulled away after a second, panting heavily against your lips. 

“Still hate me?” He mumbled desperately, and you nodded, your hips rubbing against his, earning a moan from both of you.

“So much…”

“Then get off on my floor.”

The elevator bounced a bit as it dinged. He pulled away from you as the doors opened, and you didn’t even hesitate to follow him, like a magnet. He smirked breathlessly as he grabbed your hand, pulling you out of the elevator and walking down the hallway. His hand went into the left back pocket of his jeans, and he got his card out, stopping in front of his door. 

You were looking around, making sure you were not being seen, but, in all honesty, some part of you wanted to. Some part wanted people, the girls who thirsted for him, to know he was taking you to his room. Maybe it was your ego talking. Maybe it was just some proud moment of fucking a celebrity… You weren’t going to admit the other possibility of why you wanted everyone to know you were about to fuck Steve.

He passed the card against the lock of the door, and it opened, letting you in first. Once he closed it behind him, he didn’t give you a single chance to look around, to look at the much fancier room he had rented for the night, because he was back on you in an instant. His hands cradled your face as he kissed you roughly, passionately, and fuck you were growing addicted to them. You had never been kissed in such a way, you felt completely and utterly wanted, desired. 

The kiss was greedy, desperate, and then he pulled away from you to kiss down your jaw, then your neck, grazing his teeth against the skin of your pulse point. Your hands were dragging against his biceps, trying to center yourself back to earth, a hoarse chuckle escaping you.

“You kiss like you’ve been waiting to do it since the moment I called you overrated in your face.” Your eyes fluttered shut at a particular suck on your neck, making you sigh.

“I have.” He growled against you, “you piss me off so much, I get hard by thinking about shutting you up.”

“Oh, fuck off–” You were cut off as his hand started moving up on your thigh, under your dress. His fingertips dragging against the elastic of your underwear. His hips pressed against you, making you feel his bulge against your belly, his leg sliding between yours, thigh pressing against your cunt. You moaned against your will, feeling that sweet friction on you again. He pulled away from your neck, his nose brushing against yours.

“This what you imagined?” He murmured, and his mouth brushed against yours, making you sigh. “Me, pinning you like this? Getting you wet after talking shit the way you did?”

“I imagined punching you–” You gasped as his fingers ghosted over your clothed pussy, a soft huff escaping him as he pressed even harder, feeling your wetness.

“And yet you are soaked.”

You were going to retort, if it weren’t for the fact that he got down on his knees, right before you. He hooked your leg over his shoulder, his eyes locked in your panties with hunger in them. You were shocked, looking down at him, and his lips found your inner thigh, kissing it softly before giving it a soft nibble.

“Still want to hit me?” You whined as your hips moved a bit towards him, and his mouth was on the wet lace in a second. You gasped, throwing your head back against the wall as your hands went to grab onto his head. 

“Fuck–” You moaned out as he sucked on your clothed clit. If this is how it felt with your panties on, you were desperate to know how it felt without them. He moaned at your scent, at your taste, and he got his other hand to move between your legs, while the other gripped onto your ass, and he hooked his fingers on the center of your panties to move them to the side.

You clenched at nothing when the cold air hit your pussy, only for that to be replaced by the warmth of his tongue, making you sigh with delight. He swirled it around your clit, making moans escaping you as he groaned into your cunt, before sliding his tongue between your folds, tasting you completely.

“You taste so fucking good…” He moaned into you as he fondled your ass, making you grip his hair even tighter. He lapped at you like a man starved, as if you were the most delectable thing he ever tasted. 

“Fuck, don’t stop… Steve–” You whimpered as your back arched off the wall when he dipped his tongue inside of you. This was the living proof this fucker was a singer. He knew how to move his lips, his tongue, going from licking to sucking and it was driving you wild. 

“Never.” You heard him mumble against you, and then his hand left your ass, and you felt the tip of his fingers gliding against your entrance, making you gasp. “Beg for them.” 

Your mouth fell open at the request, but he sucked on your clit again and your walls clenched around nothing, when they wanted to clench around something. Your body was flushed all over, hating him just a little more.

“Please…”

“Please, what? Come on, you are super clear when you order me around, you can be clear in your begging too.” You fucking hated him. Your belly turned desperately, feeling even more aroused than before, and your dominating side was slowly slipping away from you. 

“Please, use your fingers… Please–”

“Good girl.” Your eyes widened when you felt two of his fingers going inside of you slowly, his ring and middle finger, and– You couldn’t deny it. You had seen his hands before, way too fucking big, and maybe you had fantasized a bit once or twice about them. 

Those fantasies did his fingers no justice as he started pumping them in and out of you mercilessly. The squelching of your pussy echoing in the room as well as your moans and his. He was flickering your clit with the tip of his tongue, curling his fingers towards him to try to find that special spot inside of you.

You moaned his name when you felt your belly start to coil, and you realized you were getting close. Embarrassingly fast. This is what you get for not having a moment’s peace to take care of yourself for weeks.

“Steve– Oh–” He could feel your walls fluttering against his fingers and he groaned as he pulled away from your clit, looking up at you.

“Tell me how much you hate me.” And you felt your body growing a sweat as your legs started to shake, the one over his shoulder twitching as your climax built and built.

“I fucking hate–” You gasped at a particular movement of his fingers, making you jerk against him, the first warning you were going to cum making itself present. Your hands gripped his hair tightly, desperately. “-- that you’re so good at this–”

He chuckled and he sucked hard against your clit, his fingers dragging in and out of you. You were breathing heavily, and then, you came undone. You saw stars behind your eyelids as your back arched off the wall. Your leg over his shoulder hooked towards his back, pushing him into you desperately as you moaned loudly, and he had to concentrate on not cumming right then and there because you just sounded incredible.

He slowed his pace as he helped you ride your orgasm out, licking, taking your slick into his mouth to taste your climax. Once he felt you unclench, and your leg relaxed against him as well as your hands letting go of his hair, he pulled away from you. He breathed in deeply as he tried to catch his breath. 

He patted your leg, silently telling you to move from him, and you followed the instructions, trying to stabilize your breathing as you put your leg down. He gave one last kiss to your clit, making you groan and jerk in your place at the overstimulation. He chuckled, grabbing the edges of your panties to finally pull them down from you. You stepped out of them, and he finally stood back up, towering over you. He threw your panties onto the small table next to the door.

His eyes found yours, and you saw the darkness in them, the lust, and you trembled once again as you felt him grab onto your waist. His lips clashed against yours, and you could taste yourself, making you a little dizzy as your arms wrapped around his shoulders. His tongue instantly connected with yours as he pressed himself against you. Your hand glided downwards in between your bodies, finally touching the big bulge in his pants.

He groaned into the kiss as he felt you palming him, then pressing your palm against him. He needed more. He wanted more. He pulled away from you, breathing heavily into your lips. 

“Bed, now.” You nodded at his request, kissing him desperately again as he pulled the two of you off from the wall, walking you backwards and towards the bed. You jumped a bit when you felt the edge of it on the back of your knees, pulling away from him. His hands gripped the hem of your dress, pulling it over your head. “Oh, fuck–”

You didn’t let him touch you, moving to sit on the bed, getting out of your heels before you moved back onto it, setting yourself in the middle, completely naked. You saw how flushed he was, gripping onto his shirt, ripping it off his body, and then quickly moving to his belt. His movements were rushed as you stared at his stripping. You saw that chest hair you’ve thought of brushing your fingers over a few times before, then the freckles in places you’ve always wondered if they even had them. 

Then he got out of his shoes and jeans, and all was left were those blue tight boxers on him and– Fuck. He looked big. He looked so big. He noticed your eyes on him, making him smirk, but also shiver from the attention you were giving him. He grabbed the hem of them and pulled them down finally, his cock springing up and hitting against his belly and your eyes widened.

You didn’t know if in all your life you had slept with smaller than average dicks or if Steve was just… huge. You noticed the smug look on his face, and you wanted to wipe it off, so you stared at him as you were propped on your elbows, slowly spreading your bent legs for him. His eyes fell back to your cunt and he had to take a sharp intake of breath in, his dick twitching for attention. 

He got on the bed, crawling your way, but before he completely covered you, he leaned to the side, towards the bedside table. You saw him grab his wallet, opening it to get a condom out, making you roll your eyes. He noticed, straightening up after tossing his wallet back on the table.

“Anything you want to say?”

“Nope.” 

“I can absolutely get off of you, if you so want me to–”

“I swear if you don’t fuck me in the next five seconds, I’m walking out of here.” He chuckled at your whiplash of emotions. You saw him rip the foil with his teeth, and that shouldn’t have been as hot as it had been, but here you were. He rolled the condom on himself, and you took a sharp intake of breath as you lay down when he crawled a little closer, getting on top of you. 

“Anything your snarky mouth wants to add?” He asked and you were getting pissed, frustrated as you grabbed onto his shoulders, glaring at him.

“Why are you still fucking talking–” Your words were cut off with a gasp when you felt him pushing in. His eyes were on how your face contorted into a silent moan, a satisfying groan vibrating in his throat as he gave a nibble to your jaw.

“Yeah, there you go, shut the fuck up–” You wanted to punch him, but the more he filled you, the more you couldn’t come up with any words in your head. Your mouth was open, choking on your spit at every inch. “Fuck–”

He cursed as he felt your warmth all around him, and maybe Eddie was right. You two needed to fuck it out. He couldn’t believe how good you felt, and he could have had you all these months if he hadn’t been so stubborn. If you hadn’t been one too. If you two had stopped for a second and just talked with each other the way you did today.

But then, this sex wouldn’t have been as delicious as it was going to be.

He growled into your ear as he thrusted inside of you in one sharp movedent, hilting himself into your cunt, bottoming out completely, and you could barely breathe. It was a sudden stretch. It was big, suffocating even, knocking all the air that was held in your lungs. His hands were on each side of your head, but his lips were on your ear, breathing into it.

He waited for a few seconds for you to adjust to him, but also to calm himself down because he was sure he was going to cum two strokes in. He took deep breaths in as he concentrated on anything else but your soft little whimpers. He felt you roll your hips against him, and he cursed under his breath, his hands gripping the sheets beneath you.

His hips started to slowly roll, in and out, soft movements to get you used to the friction, and you were already going insane for it. You felt so full, each drag against you was incredible, making you tremble underneath him. Your nails were scratching on his back, legs spreading even more.

“Steve– More…” You gulped, not even believing the soft whimper, the soft plea that tumbled out of your lips. He hummed into your ear, and his hips started picking up a pace, and your moans finally started leaving your mouth. He felt a wave of heat all over his body the moment his name was called, breathlessly, and he had to see your face.

He leaned up, holding himself up by his hands as his hips snapped into yours. Your face was contorted in pleasure. Your eyebrows were downwards, your mouth was open, and your eyes were half lidded as you stared at the ceiling. You looked marvelous, and fuck he wanted to see more. He wanted to see you choke on your words.

He sat back on his legs, his hands coming to grip the back of your knees to keep you spread for him, and he started moving in fast thrusts, deep, making the bed creak and the headboard hit the wall behind it, over and over again. Your moans became louder, your hands coming to grip the pillow beneath you. Your eyes found his face. He was frowning, the hair now almost sticking to his forehead, his body was flushed red, and you noticed how the veins on his biceps were pronounced, as well as the one on his neck.

He rolled his head over his shoulders at a particular drag of his cock, making you clench around him. Then again, this time, making him moan your name, which made your brain short-circuit.

“You feel so fucking good…” He felt his belly burning, and he knew he had to be quick in making you cum again because he was going to anytime soon. It was embarrassing, but he wasn’t a man of taking groupies, or fucking his fans. He also barely had time to jerk himself off, because he was barely alone. 

You whimpered at his words, your back arching off the bed as your body bounced back and forth thanks to his thrusts. His eyes were fixed on your breasts, watching them, and he growled as he moved downwards once again, his lips closing on your left nipple and softly tugging on it.

“Steve!” You gasped and he gave the same treatment to the right one, making you clench around his cock. He growled into your breast, his thrusts becoming slow, shallow, and deep. Each time he pulled out, he kept the tip in, only to thrust back in roughly, rolling his hips inside of you at the end of it. 

At each snap, you both heard the loud thump of the headboard, but it only heightened the experience. Whoever was next to him, if they saw you the next day walking out of his room, they would know what happened. He couldn’t care less; in fact, he hoped someone would see you. Someone would see you walking out, with wobbly legs, with his marks all over your neck.

He continues that pace, getting his hand between your bodies, his fingers finding your sensitive clit which made you jerk your hips towards him. You were breathless as tears pooled in your eyes from how good it felt. How amazing he was making you feel, and you wanted to punch him for that. His breath was in your ear as his fingers picked up a pace, making you mewl underneath him.

“Say it.” You frowned in confusion, only for his teeth to bite your earlobe, making you gasp.

“Say what?” He rolled his hips inside of you, making your hands snap towards his biceps, gripping him tightly as you moaned out his name.

“That you don’t hate me.” Another roll that had you biting on his shoulder, a moan escaping his lips, and into your ear. 

“I don’t hate you…” You answered and he moaned your name, sweetly, this time, and you felt your body light up at his tone. Your belly started to burn up again, twirling inside out, and his fingers were working overtime now to get you to cum for a second time.

“Louder, baby. Say it louder.” His hips started moving faster, your walls fluttering around him as your hands ran through his hair, pushing his mouth into your neck. You could feel him biting down on your skin, making you whimper and shiver underneath him.

“I don’t hate you, Steve! Please– Don’t stop–” And he doesn’t. He kept the pace, his fingers on your sensitive clit, swirling around as his cock kept punishing your insides. Your g-spot was grazed at each stroke, and your eyes started to roll to the back of your head.

“I’m about to cum– Fuck–” He cursed your name, and you started panting before your second orgasm crashed into you like a tidal wave, stronger than the first one. Your walls clenched tightly around him, your eyes shutting tightly, and your nails digging into his shoulders.

His name came out of your lips with a cry, your cunt trying to push him out of you from how much you were clenching. He huffed a few breaths, choking on his moans from how tight you felt, to the point it was almost painful. He watched you contort underneath him, and you never looked more amazing than right now.

And at your sight, he came. He groaned your name as he spilled inside the condom, his hands coming to grip the pillow underneath your head as he snapped his hips into you at each spurt. His face almost looked pained, but it was the complete opposite. He could barely handle the pleasure he felt, and he was sure he came way too hard into the condom.

You managed to open your eyes to see his reaction, and fuck– He looked so good like that. Definitely another look you liked on him. Then he finally stilled, and that left the two of you breathing heavily, looking at each other with half-lidded eyes. 

You two crossed a line that should not have been crossed. You couldn’t blame the alcohol because that just made you both brave—brave to do something you were scared of doing before. It didn’t make you do something you two didn’t want; it urged and encouraged you to do it.

Then, he winced when he slowly pulled out of you, looking down at the mess he had made and– he did cum a lot. You groaned at the feeling, and then his eyes found yours again. Should you leave? Should you just… bid goodbye to him now? You didn’t know what any of this really meant, so you needed some guidance over here. You didn’t want to leave, but didn’t know where Steve stood. 

“Well… that happened…” You softly spoke, and Steve huffed, nodding and plopping next to you, staring at the ceiling, same as you. He took the condom off and tied it up, throwing it on the floor, something he could take care of later, because right now, he couldn’t concentrate on that.

“Yeah. That happened.” He was also thinking the same things you were. Should he let you sleep in his room if he leaves? Should he just let himself fall asleep? But fuck, he didn’t want to just pretend that didn’t happen.

So, fuck it.

You were surprised when you felt arms engulf you, pulling you towards a chest as you both now lay on your sides. Your eyes were fixed on his chest hair, feeling your cheeks burning like crazy because you weren’t prepared for him to cuddle you. Not that you were complaining. 

His hands rubbed against your back, his thoughts running. He wasn’t going to let this happen just once. Hell, he wanted what happened back down in the bar. He wanted to kiss you whenever you frowned at him. He wanted to make you proud as well, following your instructions, letting you know he heard. Letting you know he took your words into account.

“Still think I’m overrated?” You couldn’t help but chuckle, your arms wrapping around him.

“Absolutely…” 

But maybe you weren’t so sure you meant it now. His fingertips were softly grazing your skin, giving you soft caresses that made you melt more and more into him. You hummed appreciatively against him, nuzzling against his chest. Then, you started laughing, pulling back a bit from him. He frowned, a smile creeping on his lips.

“What?”

“I just remembered– So many of the comments I get, say that I secretly want to fuck you. That, that’s the reason why I do the blog.” His eyebrows raised in surprise, then a squint with a cheeky glint.

“Secretly? If only they knew we might have to pay the safety deposit of this hotel room because, pretty sure, we made a hole in the wall with the headboard.” You giggled, covering your face in shame, and he could not stop himself from being amused by this new side of you. “You gonna tell your loyal followers the truth?”

“That I got railed by the rockstar I roast for fun?” You hummed a bit, looking up at him. “Tempting.”

“Only if you include the part where you begged.” He smirked and you scoffed, shaking your head, but your heart was filling up with small little butterflies.

“I did not beg.”

“Oh, honey…” He bit his lip, loving this little banter with you as he rolled on top of you again, holding one of your hands against the pillow. “You absolutely begged.”

Before, you would have wanted to punch the smug grin on his face, but right now, you wanted to kiss it. His hair was all messy, and his skin was all flushed. He just looked too pretty, irking you just a little bit.

“You are more tolerable when you don’t talk.” You snarkily replied, and he coughed a chuckle, giving you a small nod.

“And you’re pretty when you’re helping me, instead of being a bit of a bitch.” Your eyebrows raised up in surprise, your mouth falling open. Your heart skipped a bit, tilting your head at him.

“Is this admitting you like me, rockstar?” He hummed, putting his lips on your shoulder to lay a soft, lazy kiss there. You sighed, your eyes fluttering closed for a second.

“Let’s say, I didn’t hate fucking you stupid.”

“Wow, romance isn’t dead.” You replied dryly, not really liking that answer, not noting the sarcasm and humor behind his tone. He noticed, chuckling and pulling his head back up to look down at your angry face.

“Let me take you out.” And you weren’t expecting that, your breathing catching in your throat as you tried to swallow from the sudden nerves that invaded you.

“Like a date?” He gulped, finally feeling his stomach turning at the fear of your answer. He slowly nodded, finally admitting to wanting more than to share some sheets with you.

“What do you say?”

You couldn’t help but ponder. This was probably a bad idea, wasn’t it? No matter how you looked at it, this would end up in shambles, wouldn’t it? He was someone famous, you were just a person in his team. That’s all. He noticed you were hesitating, making him grow a little anxious and a bit desperate, so he tried talking again–

“You can still make fun of me, my music, my lyrics, and what I wear. I will even let you write a scathing review of my bedroom performance…” He gulped, knowing he was begging at this point, but something about you was driving him insane. Something was telling him to risk it. To dive in. 

And you found it endearing. You couldn’t help but find him extremely charming, making you bite your bottom lip as your eyes went back and forth with his. You leaned up and gave him a soft kiss on the lips, pulling away with a small nod.

“Okay… Just one.” He smiled at your response, wanting to fist pump the air.

“That’s all I need.” You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. You weren’t going to show him how happy you were, at least not yet. You poked his chest jokingly, raising an eyebrow at him.

“You’re still not that great, you know?” You fought, and he smirked, his mouth leaning close to yours, his voice low and a bit wicked, which made chills run down your spine. 

“Then, let me prove you wrong, again.”

end

a/n: long live joe keery's hands

[shadowkoo]

Troublemaker

→ Summary: Jooyeon needs help finishing his song and the only way to do that is by unraveling you. You're the missing piece; the only voice he wants to layer into his track, the only one he craves to hear making those breathy little moans that already have him on edge. But as the recording session goes on, it’s no longer enough to just listen to you like that, he needs to be the reason you sound that way.

↠ jooyeon x f.reader | 3.1k words | 18+ ↠ genre: idol!au, smut

→ Warnings: y’all getting freaky in the studio (as deserved), mutual pining, begging, fingering, unprotected sex, orgasm control, multiple orgasms, dry humping/grinding, breast play, PRAISE PRAISE PRAISEEEEE (did i mention praise? no? well there’s a good amount of praise lol), dirty talk, mild exhibitionism, pet names (you’re his fave troublemaker ofc duh)

→ Networks: @ksmutsociety @k-vanity @keopihaus @lapydiaries @cosyhomenet

→ Author Note: this is a belated birthday gift to myself bc sometimes the fics you want to read you have to write lol. also a big shoutout to aeris @aeristudios for creating a gif for me from a very specific vid that i needed to make this banner <3 i had a vision and it came to lifeeee | divider credit

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“Thanks for agreeing to this,” Jooyeon says with a nervous grin tugging at his lips. “I really appreciate it. I know I asked for the favor super last minute.”

He and his band, Xdinary Heroes, have been grinding nonstop on their upcoming full-length album. It’s a personal project packed with some killer new singles, plus deeply personal solo tracks written, performed, and produced by each member. All in all, it’s shaping up to be their most anticipated album yet.

Jooyeon’s been pouring himself into his solo track for days now, getting lost in the lyrics and layering harmonies late into the night. It’s different from anything he’s done before. It’s slower, sultrier, a little more exposed, maybe even a little dangerous.

It’s so close to being complete, but something is missing. And it’s been driving him crazy trying to figure it out. That is, until last night, when it struck him like a lightning bolt; what Jooyeon wants to add is the right fit, it’s just not the right voice.

He doesn’t need just any voice, though. He needs yours.

The one that has haunted his thoughts more than he’d ever admit. The one belonging to the woman who always brushes off his flirting with a smirk and an eye roll. Like he’s just playing a teasing game. Like he couldn’t be serious about you.

But he is.

“It’s no problem,” you reply with a gentle smile as he holds the studio door open for you. “I’m always happy to help.”

Jooyeon watches you settle onto the couch, then crosses the room to grab the lyric sheet from the soundboard. He sits beside you, just close enough for his knee to graze yours.

Together, you start to go over the song. You read through the verses, pausing to smooth awkward phrasing or tweak the flow, marking spots for vocal layering, planning out subtle additions.

He talks through the nuances of harmonies and breathwork, and you decide exactly where your voice should slide in without overpowering his. It’s more like a dance, your parts should wrap around his, complementing him. Keeping it intimate, intricate.

Once you're both satisfied with the new arrangement, Jooyeon runs through it, testing how it feels when he sings.

"I like it," he says, glancing up at you with a nervous smile. "What do you think?"

You lean back, giving him a slow once-over before smirking. "I think you'd better warm up that pretty voice of yours, I’m gonna need to hear it for real before I let you know my honest thoughts."

He chuckles before ducking into the recording booth and slipping on the headphones. You move to the soundboard, adjusting levels and offering feedback, telling him which takes hit hardest, when to push his tone, when to let it fall softer.

You do your best to stay composed, acting like his voice isn’t crawling all over your skin, like the shift between his sharp high notes and his deeper rasp isn’t doing something to your insides. But every time he looks at you through the glass with his lips parted, brows drawn in focus, it gets harder to pretend you're unaffected.

Jooyeon’s always been a triple threat; insanely talented, unfairly gorgeous, and effortlessly magnetic in the most maddening way. You had the biggest crush on him back in your trainee days, though you’d never dared to act on it. The kind of crush that made it hard to breathe whenever he was around. The kind that never really faded, just got buried under layers of sarcasm, eye rolls, and distance.

But now, hearing him sing this kind of song, watching the way he pours himself into every note, you’re not so sure you can keep pretending those old feelings are still locked away.

"I've always hated how fast you’re able to wrap up your parts," you tease through the studio mic, doing your best to sound casual.

Jooyeon laughs, tugging off his headphones and letting them dangle from the edge of the music stand before stepping back into the room.

"You're so annoyingly perfect," you add with a dramatic roll of your eyes, trying to deflect the growing heat low in your stomach.

"What's wrong with that?" he grins, cocking his head and raising his eyebrows in that boyish, heart-melting way he always does, like he knows exactly the kind of effect he has on you.

"Just—whatever," you grumble, losing your train of thought completely as you push out of your chair, grabbing your water bottle on the way to the booth.

The studio is always too warm, so you shrug out of your sweater and toss it over the back of a chair, left in just your tank top and flared leggings. You slip on the headphones, adjusting them over your ears as the track cues up. Jooyeon’s voice echoes in the background as you add the breathy textures and moan-like embellishments the song calls for.

When the section wraps, you glance through the glass, locking eyes with him.

"How was that?" you ask, a little breathless yourself.

Jooyeon doesn’t answer right away. He’s staring at you, or through you, and his face is completely unreadable. It’s as if he’s caught somewhere between thought and instinct, and you suddenly feel far too exposed under his hard gaze.

"Jooyeon?" you inquire, heart beating faster.

The sound of his name seems to snap him out of it. He clears his throat roughly, fumbling to press the talk button. "Uh, yeah. Let’s, um—let’s run that again, if you don’t mind."

You blink, surprised. "Not at all," you say, adjusting your mic slightly. "Anything you want me to tweak for this next take?"

He hesitates, and when he does, his voice is lower as if almost strained. "Just...make it a little more believable, more…sexual.”

A slow blush creeps up your cheeks as you nod. You close your eyes, letting the music flow through you, trying to feel it, be it. But it still feels off. Too fake, too forced.

You crack one eye open and give Jooyeon a small, frustrated shake of your head. He pauses the track immediately.

"It still doesn’t feel genuine, does it?" you sigh, raking a hand through your hair.

Jooyeon leans forward, "Are you open to an idea?"

Without waiting for an answer, he sets the track on a loop, steps away from the soundboard, and steps into the booth with you. The space begins to feel even smaller with him in it.

He grabs the chair off to the side of where you’re standing, dragging it back against the wall. Then he lowers the mic stand to match the new setup. Sitting down, he pats his thighs with a steady hand.

"Come sit."

You blink, your heartbeat picking up once again. "What?" you ask, half-breathless. "Why?"

"Just trust me. Come sit," he says, voice low but insistent, his eyes locked on yours.

Against better judgment, you do as he says. Carefully, you settle onto his lap, feeling the solid heat of him beneath you. His hands are patient but firm as he adjusts your headphones, slipping one ear off so you can hear him while the track hums softly into the other.

Jooyeon’s voice brushes your exposed ear, low and coaxing. "Now just relax. Feel the music. Feel me." His hands trail slowly down your arms as you start to sing the first section of harmonies.

Heat floods to your core almost instantly, and you can’t help the way your thighs instinctively press tightly together. He notices and lets out a pleased chuckle before his lips brush against the sensitive skin of your neck.

A soft, involuntary moan slips from your mouth, your head tipping back against his shoulder.

"That’s it," Jooyeon murmurs, his voice low against your ear, careful not to let the mic catch it. "That’s what I want to hear."

His hands gliding over your upper thighs before sliding up, fingers hooking lightly at the waistband of your leggings. He lingers there, teasing, testing your boundaries.

"God, you’re trouble," he breathes, his voice thick with want. "Do you trust me?"

You nod without hesitation, your whole body buzzing with anticipation.

"Then open your legs for me," he says.

The second you obey, he slips his hand beneath your lower layers of fabric, fingers skating lower and lower until he finds the soft heat of you, brushing against your clit with a featherlight touch that makes your breath hitch.

You bite your lip hard, struggling to stay composed as the track plays on, your own voice layered under Jooyeon's. You sound breathy, aching, just the way he envisioned.

His touch is light at first, just enough to drive you mad, tracing slow circles over your sensitive bundle of nerves. Your hips twitch without meaning to, seeking more pressure, more friction, but he holds you still with a firm arm wrapped around your waist.

"Easy," he murmurs, dragging his mouth along your jawline. "We’re not in a rush.”

You whimper softly, the sound melting right into the music, blending so naturally that if anyone else heard the track later, they might think it was just another embellishment, another perfectly captured emotion.

Jooyeon's free hand slides up, slipping under your tank top to palm your breast through your bra, thumb brushing over the hardening peak. Every touch, every movement of his is purposely slow, calculated to wring every ounce of sensation from you.

"You’re doing so good," he whispers.

Your hands find his thighs, gripping tight as his fingers slip lower, teasing at your entrance before gliding back up to circle your clit again, just a little firmer this time. Pleasure coils hot and sharp inside you, tightening with every lazy pass of his fingers.

"Joo, please," you gasp, not even sure what you're begging for. More of something, anything. Everything.

Jooyeon groans low in your ear, the sound vibrating through you as his fingers slip lower once again, this time dipping two into your slick heat.

“O-Oh god,” you mewl loudly, not caring what gets picked up by the mic anymore. He stiffens below you, his hard length pressing against your backside.

"My favorite little troublemaker makes the prettiest sounds for me," he murmurs against your skin, voice dark and possessive.

His fingers curl deeper inside you, finding that devastatingly perfect spot that has you gasping sharply, your whole body jolting against him. “You feel so good, trouble, you’re so wet for me.”

Jooyeon speeds up just enough to tip you closer to the edge, and when your head lolls back against his shoulder again, he captures your mouth in a slow, devastating kiss.

It’s messy, and when you finally break the kiss to gasp for air, your body shudders against his as the first waves of release start to crash over you.

"That's it," he rasps, working you through it, keeping his movements steady. "Sing for me."

And you do. A high, broken moan spills from your lips, right on cue, weaving seamlessly into the track playing in your ear as pleasure tears through you, leaving you shuddering helplessly in his lap.

For a moment, all you can hear is the thundering rush of your heartbeat and the faint echo of the music. But then reality crashes back in.

Jooyeon’s hand is still tucked inside your pants, his breath still hot against your ear, his voice still murmuring sweet, dizzying things meant only for you.

Panic surges inside your body, choking you. You tense, jolting upright, desperate to put space between you. Scrambling off his lap, you make a move toward the door, the walls of the studio feeling like they’re closing in.

"Y/N, wait—" Jooyeon’s voice is sharp with concern. He reaches out, catching your hand before you can leave, his fingers wrapping around yours, grounding you. "Please. Don’t go."

There’s a hint of fear in his voice now, a crack in his usual easy confidence. It stops you cold; you’re torn between the overwhelming urge to flee and the equally powerful pull to turn back to him.

"I'm sorry," Jooyeon says, voice low and rushed. "I'm sorry if I took that too far. I acted impulsively and overstepped. I should've thought about your boundaries instead of getting caught up in my own feelings."

He drags a hand through his hair, frustration bleeding through every word. "I put myself first, and I’m sorry. I know you probably still see me as just a friend. I... I’ve liked you for years, and I got wrapped up in the moment. If you want, I'll scrap the whole recording. We can pretend it never happened."

"Wait, what?" you blink up at him, stunned.

"I’ll throw the whole song away," he says quickly, almost tripping over his words. "Start over. I don’t care."

"No. No, I don’t want that," you cut him off, heart pounding. "But...what did you say before?"

He hesitates, eyes darting nervously across your face.

"I, uh..." He chuckles awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. "I said I’ve liked you. Probably since the day I met you. That’s why I was so excited when you agreed to help me with this. I just…" He stops himself, tilting his head slightly, trying to read you, trying to see if he’s ruined everything, if you’re about to walk out for good.

But before he can figure it out, you close the distance between you and crash your mouth against his, silencing every doubt burning in his mind.

Your hands tangle into his long hair, fingers threading through the blonde strands, tugging just enough to draw a low, needy growl from his chest. His arms wrap around you tightly, hauling you against him before spinning you and pressing you back against the padded wall.

You gasp into his mouth, and he devours it as he lifts you effortlessly. Your legs wrap around his waist, anchoring yourself to him as you grind down instinctively, a moan slipping free when you feel the heat of him, hard and ready, pressed against you through his jeans.

Jooyeon breaks the kiss just long enough to breathe, his forehead resting against yours.

"Are you sure you want this?" he asks, his voice rough, his eyes searching yours like his entire world depends on your answer.

You smile, tracing your fingers down the line of his jaw. "There’s nothing I want more than you," you whisper, tugging him back in for another kiss.

He sets you down gently, his hands lingering on your body as he peels off your tank top. Your pants follow next, pooling at your ankles, leaving you bare and burning under his gaze.

His clothes are stripped away just as quickly, until there's nothing left between you but body heat.

Without another word, you're back in his arms, pinned between his body and the wall. He slides a hand down, lining himself up, his tip slowly circling your entrance. His teasing has you whimpering against his lips.

"Mmmm, still so wet for me, trouble," he growls against your skin, the deep rumble of his voice making your thighs tremble around his waist. "I think I could fully sink into you in one move. What do you think?"

His mouth trails hot kisses along your jaw, down the sensitive column of your throat. "Can you take all of me at once?" he murmurs, his voice dark and possessive, like he already knows the answer.

You tilt your head back, offering him more of your neck, your chest heaving as you clutch at his bare back, desperate for him. "Yes," you gasp breathlessly, wrecked already from just the anticipation. "I want you inside me, Jooyeon. Please."

That single word shatters the last thread of his restraint.

With one smooth, devastating thrust, he buries himself fully inside you. He fills you so perfectly that you cry out, your body arching against him. The stretch is intense, making your walls flutter helplessly around him.

"J-Jooyeon," you moan, your voice breaking, raw with pleasure.

He holds you there for a moment, just letting you feel every thick inch of him, nestled so deep it feels like he’s part of you. His forehead presses against yours, his breathing just as ragged while he composes himself.

"Fuck," he groans, grinding his hips in a slow, punishing circle once he’s got a hold of himself. "You feel like heaven...squeezing me so tight already. So perfect for me." His hands grip your thighs tightly enough to leave marks.

You whimper, rolling your hips to meet his, and he curses again. His control slips even further as he pulls out almost entirely, only to slam back into you, setting a rhythm that’s brutal and achingly perfect.

Each thrust rocks you harder against the wall, pleasure clawing up your spine until your nails are digging into his back, desperate for more. So much more.

"You’re my little troublemaker," he growls against your ear, voice rough, possessive, as he drives into you over and over, each snap of his hips pushing you closer to the edge. "Say it."

"I’m yours," you choke out, stars bursting behind your eyelids.

"Again," he demands, thrusting deeper, making you sob out the words.

"I’m yours, Jooyeon. Only yours."

He captures your mouth again, swallowing your cries hungry kiss, claiming every sound you make as he pounds into you mercilessly, bringing you closer and closer to falling apart.

Your walls clench helplessly around him as you shatter. You sob his name into his mouth, your body spasming in his arms as he fucks you through your orgasm, never never letting up.

The rush of heat and sensation leaves you dizzy, your vision white-edged and blurred.

Feeling you fall apart around him drives him over the edge, too.

"I’m gonna–" he gasps, his voice a whisper against your lips. He buries himself deep with one final, punishing thrust, his whole body tensing as he comes inside you. His forehead drops to your shoulder, his heart pounding against your chest while he catches his breath.

For a long moment, you just cling to each other, trembling, your bodies still fused together, the air thick with the scent of sex and the sound of your heavy breaths.

Slowly, Jooyeon lifts his head, brushing your sweaty hair back from your face with a tenderness that makes your chest ache.

"You okay?" he asks gently, his voice low.

You nod, still too wrecked to form words, and he smiles breathtakingly before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"Good," he murmurs, a teasing glint in his eye. "Because I can be ready for round two in a few minutes."

You throw your head back and laugh, loving how effortlessly playful he can be in any situation. “Maybe we should focus on editing that recording first. Then maybe you can fuck me into the couch out there. After you lock the studio door, of course.”

It’s his turn to laugh, his chuckle rumbles through the room while his arms instinctively tighten around your body. You nuzzle closer into him, skin still tingling, breathing in his scent.

And you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

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special grade management’s headquarters was… big. thankfully, you had utahime tag along to your meeting as she happened to have a meeting with the actors of her new film. “y/n, i’ll be in the room down the hall. feel free to call me when your meeting ends.” she directed you to your meeting room, then left for hers.

you knocked on the door twice before it swung open. there stood a man in a suit with black hair. “i take that you must be y/n l/n— have a seat. i’m shiu, a scout for special grade management.” he pulls a chair out for you, then offers you a cup of coffee. “it’s a double shot of espresso with a splash of steamed milk.”

“thank you, shiu. before we proceed, i’d like to inform you that i am not interested in signing a label as of now—”

“then how ‘bout we make a deal?”

“a deal…?”

“yes, a deal. due to your popularity and current status on the charts, we’d like to have you affiliated with our management. however, since you’re uninterested in signing any record label, we’d like you featured in a production by us.”

“... what will i get in return? i’ve never been driven by the pursuit of wealth or recognition. money and fame are fleeting; my focus is on something much deeper and more lasting." you say, voice steady but firm. he let out a small chuckle, taken back by the question. he didn’t take you to be such a businesswoman.

“let’s see… how about gaining free access to film studios and the equipment without being signed to any labels? open to you whenever you want, whenever you need.”

shiu studies you for a moment, your expression unreadable. you set your coffee cup down and tap your fingers lightly on the table, weighing your options. finally, you speak again, your tone softer but no less firm.

"i’m willing to consider the deal,” you started. the deal sounds great but then you thought of your producer, choso. choso would love to work with new equipment and in a more professional workspace than his small walk-in closet. “...however, the terms need to be adjusted. i’d like access not only to the film room but also the music production rooms and their equipment— the ones with the big sound booths.”

shiu nods, not surprised. this is the kind of fine-tuning these deals require. he leans forward, his hands steepled, and offers a slight smile. "we can work that out." shaking your hand. “now let’s head and meet the others for this film— i’m sure you’ll enjoy being on set as your friend, utahime’s directing it.”

“y/n, what are you doing here?!” utahime gawks, her script slipping from her fingers. “suprise! so i’m now a part of your film…!” you giggled at her reaction. “what’s it about?”

“we’re rebooting the first scream movie with new actors— tatum’s actor wasn’t listed in the given script so i’m assuming you’ll be playing her?”

“ding ding ding! y/n will be playing tatum riley in this movie! due to tatum’s personality that was enjoyable to the audience, many fans will be satisfied with a pop sensation like her playing the role.” shiu smiled, putting his hand on your shoulder. “not to mention, our star actors toji and gojo— playing the two ghost faces will have the fans squealing!”

“so you did all the casting calls without my knowledge?” utahime hissed, clearly annoyed at the man in suit. a white-haired man approached you three before shiu could say anything. “utahimeee! what’s taking so loongg— wait! you’re y/n l/n, right? the y/n l/n who made the recent hit, espresso?” he grinned, looking at you. his face was flushed. a mixture of nerves and excitement shining in his wide eyes. you blinked, momentarily stunned— satoru gojo knows you?

“hi! yes, that’s me.”

“and you’re working with us, sweets? neat!”

while you, utahime, and gojo chatted, shiu made his way to the corner of the room. there sat a man sitting relaxed with his arm draped over the chair’s armrest.

“toji. how’s it going?”

“man why’d you have to bring a rando on set,” he scoffed, clearly displeased to see a new face on set happily chirping with his co-workers.

“you’ll enjoy her company. just wait.”

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Chapter 6 Remastered

Beyond the Lens - Logbook Videographer!Reader x OT8 Ateez

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Disclaimer: This story is purely a work of fiction. It is not meant to assume or mock anything about Ateez, Atiny, or anything relating to what I do not know about being a videographer. I will be attempting to keep it as gender neutral as possible but it will have she/her pronouns.

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Warnings: cussing, conflict, possible angst, fluff, and obliviousness. 

This list will be updated as the story goes on. 

A/N - Here is the long fic! Thank you to everyone who voted on the poll for helping me decide if I was going to split this in two! This story has been set while they were filming for Golden Hour Part 2. That being said, I have this set as late spring as the MV shoot was in the summer and they released it in November. This will follow similar events of the production behind video for Ice on My Teeth.

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It has been about a week since your first day. You were settling into being around the boys and their chaos. You were currently sitting in the studio monitoring the recording of their recording. You were the only one that came to KQ today because there was no need for all of you to be away for just simple filming. You had agreed that you would be the main person to do these because you had a setup that was easier to tote around. You had set yourself up behind the directors desk. You had let all of your clients know that you had been hired for a large company and that your production time would slow down a little, that you would not be in the office as often, and that you will not be accepting as many jobs. Thankfully they were very understanding and were very happy for you. 

It was just before 10 a.m. you had already been there for about an hour making sure the cameras were set and they were streaming to your laptop. You had made sure they were at good angles before turning them on shortly before Hongjoong came in. He greeted you and asked you to set something simple up so he could record the introduction to the video. You had set up your small camera up on the table with a short tripod to give him a better angle. Once you had it at a good angle you turned the viewfinder around to face him so he could see himself. He checked his appearance before giving you a thumbs up. You had given him a nod as the camera started recording. He was always easy to film for, generally once your things were set up he didn't have you fiddle with the cameras like so many other people did. He recorded for about ten minutes before signalling he was done. You turned off the recording and smiled at him. 

“You're a natural in front of the camera, you know that?” You picked up the camera to set it aside. Stealing a glance at him you took in his bare face, he wasn't even looking at you but you could see his small blush. You put your head down and smiled at the effect you had on him. Eden and a couple of other directors came into the room and you bowed politely. All three of them returned the gesture and sat in the chairs in front of the computers. They were discussing some things about the sound of the track and how they wanted it to fall together. 

A couple of minutes later Wooyoung appeared with a large smile. He was the first one to go in the booth. You let him know about the three cameras in the booth and where they were positioned before he walked in. You also pointed above your head to the wide angle camera that you recorded the outside looking in shots with. The reason you had a wide angle was so you could capture everything and then edit down the shots into more appealing angles. As he walked into the booth you double checked that all of the cameras that were streaming to your laptop and made sure they were still recording. The laptop extender that you had was one of the smartest purchases you had made for days like today. Your laptop was situated in the middle and you had one screen set up vertically and one set up horizontally. (See the Inspiration Pictures under equipment for a reference) The first time the boys had seen it they were baffled, they never had seen anything like it. They asked so many questions about how it worked and how you utilized it. You gave Wooyoung the thumbs up that all of the cameras were ready. He stepped into the booth and started his recording. 

Shortly after he stepped into the booth Hongjoong came and sat beside you. He was watching all of the cameras with intrigue. “How did you get all of them to stream to your computer?” He asked his eyes never leaving your screens.

“I have a wireless receiver that is connected to all of the cameras and my computer.” You pointed to the white receiver you had set on the floor next to the couch.” Which allows the cameras to stream directly to my computer over the wifi. Its companion software is currently recording the streams. It was kind of complex in the beginning of using it but it has saved me the pain of having to go back and save all of the footage individually. Once we have all of it ready we are able to take clips from it and edit them together, which will turn into one of the behind the scenes videos. ”

“That is so cool! I love being able to see all of the angles of the camera. You have some more advanced equipment than some of the other videographers I have seen.” 

“Generally that is how that goes, we are fortunate enough to have the money to be able to afford such niceties.” you watched as Wooyoung took some instructions from the directors that were sitting in front of you. You both sat in relative silence while you watched Wooyoung and the directors. After Woo was finished Hongjoong stepped into the booth. You watched how animated he was while he was recording his parts. You could really see how his mind worked in the moment. He had made a comment at the outrageous camera angle you laughed at him, he always needed to be at his best angle. While it may not have been quite flattering it was good for some of the other shots of them while they were farther away from the mic; almost like a mic pov. The creation of the dubbs made you giggle, a couple of the directors also laughed with you. 

You felt the couch dip next to you and you looked at Yeosang who was wearing a tanktop. By god was this man trying to kill you? You quickly looked away from him to cover your blush. He watched your computer screens and listened to Hongjoong intently. “Good morning Y/n-nie, the way you have things set up is so cool. I love that I can see everything at the same time.”

“Thank you Yeosangie. This is going to be how your recording behind the scenes will be from now on.” You were sitting shoulder to shoulder with him and you could feel his warmth seeping through your red cardigan. You had decided to add a pop of color to your black tee and black ripped skinny jeans today. Yeosang had become very comfortable with you the past week. He was so sweet and always perceptive of you. He might seem like he is always confused or not paying attention but you think he is more than likely listening to absolutely everything around him and can't focus on one specific conversation.

“You are really talented. I can't even fathom how you multitask with all of these windows open on your screen” He said looking at you and back to your computer. You blushed and looked at your computer. You were never great about taking compliments. 

“You are one to talk, Mr. Doberman have you heard your voice, it's like heaven on earth and the visuals are immaculate” you sniped leaning away from him and holding your fingers out to frame his face from your perspective. He looked at you like a deer caught in the headlights. You laughed at his reaction and pulled him to you with an arm around his shoulders. “Don't dish it out if you can't take it back Sangie.” 

You heard Hongjoong huff out some laughter as he was walking out of the booth. “What are you huffin for Captain? You aren't any different, your vocal range and rapping is some of the best I have heard. Don't even get me started on your gorgeous face.” You said snickering. He had looked at you with his nose scrunched and eyes squinted before plopping into the chair next to the directors. You and Yeosang burst into fits of laughter. These were some of your favorite moments with these boys. You could be goofy with them and they completely accepted it. San decided that it was the best moment to make an appearance just to check in on how everyone was doing. 

“What are you three on about?” He asked, looking at you and Yeosang doubled over in laughter and Hongjoong pouting. 

You whipped your head to look at him, “and YOU, Mountain Choi, Your tone is so special and your range is amazing. Don't even get me started on your muscles, your shoulders are as wide as the Korean Peninsula and everyone drools over you.” He looked at you flabbergasted and the other two burst into heavier laughter; even the directors were quietly giggling at your antics. Hongjoong was about to fall out of his chair, and Yeosang was practically crying on the couch clutching his stomach. You couldn't help yourself but to fall into a fit of giggles at his reaction too. You collapsed over Yeosang dramatically as your laughter turned silent.

He shook his head at all of you and walked out of the room muttering “They’ve all finally lost it.” 

Yeosang went in after he collected himself from your giggle fit. He briefly checked himself in the camera and asked if he looked okay, you wanted to steal the mic from the directors and shout yes. Yunho came into the room not too long after Yeosang went into the booth. He plopped down on the couch and rested his arm over your shoulder while you worked. He had picked this up as a habit with you after showing you around the studio on the first day. You turned to look at him and gave him a quick smile. Your computer chimed and all of you jumped, you looked to see that Aurora had sent you a message asking a question about one of her projects. You typed quickly on your computer replying to Aurora’s question before turning down the volume. 

“Your work is always so fascinating, I have no idea how you do it with all of the cameras streaming to your computer.” Yunho said, looking at your monitors.

“Don't start that,” Hongjoong said, not even looking at the two of you. “It turned into a compliment battle earlier and none of us could handle her.”

Yunho chuckled at the thought. “I don't think we can handle her any other time either.” You stuck your tongue out at him and turned back to your monitors. Shortly after checking the angles you leaned on his shoulder and sighed. 

“Hi Yuyu,” you murmured, rubbing your temples. Your brain was starting to hurt after staring at a screen for so long and or possibly from hunger. 

“Hi Y/n,” he replied back to you in an equally soft tone. He started rubbing circles on your shoulder. You relaxed into his warmth and continued watching Yeosang. You and he both listened to Yeosang sing; you were thoroughly impressed with his raw vocals. You may have had a thing for deep voices. Once Yeosang finished he stepped out of the booth and started speaking to the camera above your head. He nodded his head at the both of you and walked out to presumably go to the cafeteria. Yunho separated himself from you and you pouted at the loss of warmth. You wrapped your cardigan around you a little tighter and grabbed the small blanket that was laying over the back of the couch. Hongjoong turned to look at you and smiled, he loved that the small blanket had come in handy for you. One of the staff members had gotten the Aniteez blanket for them as a joke but they had put it in their studio to use whenever they needed. Most of the boys were space heaters so they did not tend to use it very often. You were so focused on watching the recordings that you hadn't noticed him staring at you but you did feel it. You looked up over your laptop and smiled back at him. He quickly turned his head back forward to hide the growing blush on his face. You laughed as one of the directors went in to fix the height of the mic for Yunho. You put a small bookmark on that spot, knowing Atiny would love it. Once they were all satisfied with the height Yunho began his recording. You watched as he was bopping, you found yourself doing the same thing without realizing it. While they were cutting things together you giggled at the scissor motions he was making. He continued on for a little while making sure that it was perfect. 

“Lunch break time!” Hongjoong said as he lifted himself off of his chair. You looked up from over your monitors as your stomach growled. He laughed at you and shook his head. You looked at him and shrugged.

“Is it okay that I leave my things here?”

“Yeah, we will be back in here to finish up recording anyway.” He held out a hand to help you up off the couch. 

“Perfect, thanks Joongie.” taking his hand you stood up and stretched; you leaned back to pop your spine which let out a loud series of cracks. Hongjoong looked at you with slight horror. “Being curled up on the couch while hunched over my computer always does a number on me.” He nodded and started ushering you out the door with a hand on your lower back. You looked at him with a smile. He had taken to escorting you around like this a couple of days after you started. It was sweet; he was so gentle with you and knew that you had a hard time navigating still. You turned and saw Yunho following you looking at his phone. He looked up briefly and smiled at you before returning to it. He must have been texting everyone that you were taking a lunch break. Once you got to the cafeteria you saw Yeosang, Wooyoung, and Seonghwa sitting at a table. You went to the counter to order and waited to get your food before heading over. As you approached you took everyone in, Yeosang had unsurprisingly gotten chicken; Wooyoung and Seonghwa were silently eating. 

“Yeo, your chicken smells so good! Whoever made it did an excellent job.” You said as you sat next to him. He smiled at you with a closed smile. He picked up a piece and offered it to you with a hand under the chopsticks. Your eyes widened, you had never expected him to share chicken with anyone, let alone you who had only been around them for a week. You opened your mouth while he gently put the piece of chicken in your mouth. You covered your mouth as you said “thank you,” with a small bow.

“Hi Y/n!” Wooyoung said with a smile to you and then he immediately turned to Yeosang. “Sangie, why didn't I get a piece when I said the same thing earlier?” he whined pouting. That switch up was absolutely crazy. 

“Hi Woo!” You responded after finishing your bite of chicken.

“You aren’t Y/n.” Yeosang said with a deadpan look and a monotone voice. Your eyes widened at his response, nonetheless you stuck your tongue out at Wooyoung before you took a bite of your ramyeon. He let out a noise of protest at the both of you before crossing his arms and pouting. He was such a child.

“What’s going on over here? Why is Wooyoung pouting again?” Hongjoong asked, taking the seat next to you at the head of the table. Yunho sat at the opposite end of the table on the other side Yeosang. 

“Y/n is Yeosang’s favorite and he is mad," Seonghwa said with a smirk. Hongjoong and Yunho let out a chuckle at that fact. You could see the mischief in all of their eyes. You shook your head at their banter and continued to eat. This is one of the few reasons you have started to feel at home with these men. 

You made your way back to the recording studio with Hongjoong and Seonghwa. The other three were off to do their own things. Hongjoong’s hand was at the small of your back and Seonghwa walked a couple of steps ahead of you. You saw Seonghwa stop to speak to the directors who were just coming out of the recording studio. Once you got to the room you took your spot on the couch, you could feel your eyes drooping and your mind slowing. Now was not the time to fall asleep. You shook your head in an attempt to focus but that didn't help as your head was still hurting and starting to get foggy; hunger hadn't been the reason for it then. Maybe caffeine would help. You looked toward the door when San came in. He looked at you with a raised eyebrow like he was wondering if you were going to pull your shit again. You smiled innocently at him before turning and addressing the room. “I need caffeine or sugar, is there somewhere I can get some?” 

Hongjoong and Seonghwa looked at you and went to speak but before they could, San spoke up.“I can show you where you can get some, I think there are some in vending machines in the cafeteria.”

“You're an angel,” you said, grabbing your wallet and getting up to make your way toward him. “Lead the way Mountain Choi," you said, throwing your hand out to motion to the door. Even though you weren't directly looking at him you could feel his eye roll. He linked his arm around yours and practically dragged you out of the room back toward the cafeteria. 

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“She fits in so well with us.” 

“She does. I have actually discussed that with a few of the other boys and they had said the same thing. Some of them even admitted to having a crush on her or developing more than friend feelings toward her.”

“I think I can add to that statement. Wooyoung has been adamantly trying to get her attention with his flirting but because she knows that he is flirty by nature, she hasn't realized his advances. She hasn't realized any of our advances really.” 

“She is so smart, but kind of oblivious.” 

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“Either that or we aren’t being forward enough.” 

You smiled at San who had brought you to the energy drinks in the cafeteria. You got a Monster and proceeded to chug it down. San looked at you with wide eyes. “I have never seen someone chug down an energy drink that fast.”

“Honestly it doesn't quite affect me like it does others, but if I don't drink something with sugar or caffeine I will fall asleep and I have too much shit I need to get done.” You said with a sheepish look at him.

“You sound like Hongjoong hyung. You both need to get better sleep. In fact I think you need a nap before you hardcore crash.” He said as he started walking back toward the studio. 

“It is not my fault that my body and mind hate me and don't let me sleep.” You whined.

“You just made my point whiney,” he said, giving you a halfhearted glare. You could see right through him, he was worried about you like your team got when you really struggled to sleep. You heard his phone ping and he quickly checked it and responded before putting it back in his pocket. He opened the door for you and you stepped in the room to see Wooyoung sitting on the couch. 

“Hi Noona, Hongjoong hyung and Seonghwa hyung just went to take care of something.” Wooyoung said as he smiled at you and grabbed your hand to pull you down next to him. 

“We have a bit of a break, I think you should utilize this time to nap even for a short time.” San said from his spot on the other side of Wooyoung. 

“Noona are you not sleeping well again? You can take a nap here, we don't mind. In fact most of us have napped on this couch.” Wooyoung rambled. He had been calling you that on and off, and you couldn't help but to accept it as he was just too cute to say no to. 

“I never sleep well Woo, I have things I need to monitor otherwise I would.” You said leaning away from him to wake your computer back up. 

“How about I make you a deal?" Wooyoung started. “You can nap on me and when they get back from their errand I will wake you.” You could feel both pairs of eyes on you basically searing through you as you internally debated the pros and cons of a nap. Maybe it would get rid of the headache that was starting to bloom near your temples, if you didn't get this headache under control you would wake up with a migraine tomorrow.  But you wanted to seem professional in front of the directors. 

You sighed. “Fine, but if any of you hooligans touch my setup I will personally kill each and every one of you in your sleep.” 

“Okay, whatever you say, grumpy.” Wooyoung said as he reached up to your face to take off your glasses and place them on the table. He then helped you maneuver to lay your head on his lap. Once he was sure you were comfortable he threw the small blanket over you. He proceeded to card his fingers through your hair giving you a slight scalp massage making sure to gently detangle it as he went. You turned up to look at his blurry form, you could swear that he was looking at you with love, but you chalk that up to you being half awake and practically blind. 

“Thank you two for putting up with me, I know I am a handful,” you murmured as you snuggled up under the blanket. You were out like a light in just a few minutes. 

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“Why did you make her a deal and insist on her taking a nap?” San asked in a whisper looking down at the two of you. 

“She needs the sleep and I knew it was the only way to get her to agree," Wooyoung said, leaning his head on San’s shoulder. San placed a gentle kiss on Wooyoung’s forehead and wrapped his arm around him. 

“Isn't this a sight to come back to, how did you get her to agree to that?”

“She is going to be pissed at you when she wakes up.”

“I think I can handle her, she's just a dark scary teddy bear just like Jjong but with better style.”

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After what felt like only a few minutes you woke up with Woo gently shaking you. “Hi Noona, everyone just got back, you have been out for about an hour.”

“What?” You asked groggily, sitting up and reaching for your glasses on the table. You finally smacked into them and grabbed them to put them back on so you could actually see. You looked at the clock on your monitors and it read well past when you expected to sleep. 

“You sly bastard. You knew they would be gone for a while didn't you? ” You said as you poked him in the sides. He leaned away from your poking and into San. 

“Hi sleepy,” Hongjoong said, looking at you with a soft smile. You waved at him with one hand and covered your yawn with the other. Your head had actually felt better. 

“Hi, sorry I slept so long.” 

“Don't be sorry, you needed it.” He looked at the door as Seonghwa entered the room. Seonghwa moved toward the booth and started checking himself out in the camera. You and WooSan watched with giggles as he said "Appearance Check!” He continued on as if nothing had happened. As the time went on he was chattering with the directors. 

“I wanted to seem hip today so I wore a watch.” Everyone burst into laughter as he showed the watch to the camera. You moved forward to put a small bookmark on the shot so you knew where it was later. After a little while Seonghwa finished up and San got up off the couch which shifted both you and Wooyoung. You giggled lightly as Wooyoung almost fell over from the shift of weight; which in turn made you almost fall because you were leaning on him. You sat up and leaned over to the arm of the couch. Once you were settled you opened your arm up to let him lean against you; that way you both would not topple over again. He gratefully leaned into you and kept an eye on your monitors. You could tell he was enraptured with San. The both of you were listening as San was explaining how he wanted his part to sound like the Prince. You could envision what he was saying and were thoroughly impressed that he had made his idea come to life through his singing. Woo had grabbed onto your hand that was over his shoulder and started messing with your fingers.

San had finished his recording and asked if you would be willing to film their goodbye. You nodded and let Wooyoung resituate himself before getting up. You grabbed your camera and followed them out into the hallway. You got the camera set up with a tripod and flipped the viewfinder to them so they could check their appearance before they started speaking. They both leaned in and were checking themselves out, San had snuck a kiss to Seonghwa’s cheek. Seonghwa looked at him with mild disgust but eventually smiled at him. You watched the whole interaction with a smile. You had almost wished you were a part of their relationship, alas that was never going to happen. Could you imagine even being in a relationship with eight men? Especially these eight gorgeous men who had such amazing chemistry on and off stage. They gave you a thumbs up and you started recording, you signaled them in with a wave of your hand. Both of them took turns talking about their parts and the ones they wanted. You listened to them discuss and wondered how the process went for them to be picked for the parts. Maybe that was something you would eventually find out. You tuned back into their conversation as they were waving at the camera. You turned it off after they wandered a little ways from it. After the camera was off they approached you, San gave you a large hug that trapped your arms down by your sides and lifted you up off your feet. Almost as soon as he put you down Hwa swept you into a gentle hug. You could actually react and wrap your arms around his middle. He sighed as he laid his head on your shoulder. You gently patted the back of his head over his hood. After a couple of seconds he pulled away from you and waved his goodbye as he was walking away with San. 

You went back into the recording room sadly your cuddlebug Wooyoung had left. Mingi had shown up shortly after you went back in. You watched your monitors with a smile as he took a picture and introduced himself to your camera. This man was so cute. It's always the cute ones that are the crazies though you thought as he started recording his parts. Throughout the recording you snickered to yourself as you watched him raise his hands while recording. Hongjoong turned to look at you with curiosity. You cocked your head to the side and threw your hands up in the air. He snickered at you and shook his head trying to stay fairly quiet for the directors. You felt a dip in the couch, you turned to look who it was. Jongho smiled at you with a large gummy smile. 

“Hi Apple Boy, how are you?” You asked, trying out the new nickname. You heard someone choke from the director's desk. You looked up in horror at Hongjoong who had just taken a sip of water. The director next to him patted his back. You covered your mouth to attempt to keep your laughter at bay. 

“Apple boy?” Jongho was looking at you with raised eyebrows, his head was cocked to the side. You could tell he was trying to keep his smile at bay. You simply nodded, not trusting yourself to open your mouth without interrupting the recording. “It's because I split apples, isn't it?” He was almost hiding his smirk, you nodded again and he rolled his eyes at you. You could still hear Hongjoong struggling to keep it together. You took your hand away from your mouth when you were certain that you wouldn't laugh your ass off. You grabbed your phone quickly and changed his contact name from The Best Singer that he had originally put in your phone to Apple Boy. Shortly after it had finished updating you realized that you didn't have a contact picture for him.

“I need a contact photo for you. Want to take one for me or am I going to have to download one off of the internet?” you asked. He sighed like you just asked him the most complicated thing in the world. After pondering it for a second he threw his arm around your shoulders; which was very out of character for him. He pulled you close and offered his other hand to you in the shape of half a heart. You felt your heart stop. 

Holy shit is this happening? Act NORMAL Y/N. 

You completed the heart he offered to you and brought your phone up to take a selfie with him. What you didn't notice however was Hongjoong taking a picture of the two of you. You snapped a few and saved the best looking one as his contact photo. You made sure to send them to him just in case he wanted to do the same with you. Mingi walked out of the booth just as you sent the pictures to him. Jongho had gently helped you readjust and got up. You could feel the heat creeping up your face; what a big teddy bear. Mingi flopped down next to you and put his head in your lap.

“Hi Minki, you sounded really good in there” you said brushing some of the hair out of his eyes and starting to massage his scalp. He smiled up at you and closed his eyes before muttering a small thank you. A few minutes later you pulled your hand away from his hair and he made a small noise of protest. You looked at the man that was cuddled up in your lap who had reopened his eyes to stare into your soul. He grabbed your hand and put it back on his head. You chuckled at him and started massaging his scalp again; you made sure to comb your fingers down the rest of his hair to get some of the small tangles out. He hummed contentedly and promptly closed his eyes again. Returning to look back at your laptop you smiled at how Jongho had perfectly executed the high harmony to Yeosang’s part. You resisted the urge to clap animatedly at him. You were so proud of him. About thirty minutes passed by, Mingi had left; not before giving you a large sleepy smile and a half hug. 

Jongho stepped out of the booth and you smiled at him. You stood up and got ready to film the ending segment. You stepped out into the hall and set up your camera with a tripod. Just like always you let him check himself out in the viewfinder before recording. Once he was satisfied you started the recording, you stepped back into the recording room and started the process of shutting things down. You moved over to your laptop and made sure to save the progress and started turning off the recordings and the cameras. Once you collected everything you started packing it up into the backpack. Hongjoong and the directors were talking as you went into the booth to take down the three cameras. Jongho stepped back into the room and waved at you from the doorway. You waved back with a camera in your hand, you set the last camera in the bag and zipped it up. Next as your laptop, you had gently taken off the extender before putting it in your laptop bag. Once you had deconstructed everything you threw your filming backpack on and your laptop bag over your shoulder. 

“I am all set to go, I am going to drop the cameras off in the office and then head home. I will get the footage edited as soon as I can and we will wait to post the behind the production video until dance practice is finished” You said to the room. Thankfully as a part of your contract your team was in charge of their marketing and posting schedule too. Willow had taken up the head of that front, you were just her videographer and editor, she was the one who decided what to put out when. “Thank you for a productive day,” you bowed to everyone and walked out of the room. On the way you grabbed the camera you had left out for Jongho, as you were walking you turned off the recording and shut down the camera. You meandered the semi familiar route to your KQ office. 

“Y/n!” You heard someone shout behind you, you turned around and spotted Hongjoong almost jogging to catch up with you. You stopped in your tracks to let him catch up to you. He immediately put his hand on your back and started escorting you the rest of the way to your office. You smiled at his actions. This man, god he was so sweet and thoughtful. “I wanted to make sure you got to the office and your car safely, it is already semi-late out.” 

“Thank you for thinking of me.” You replied as you got to the door to the KQ office. You opened the door and flicked the light on. You saw several things scattered about from when you and the team were here for an early meeting the other day. You gently stuck the bag of equipment next to your desk out of the way. Hongjoong had wandered in and started looking at all of the cameras that were on the shelves behind the desks. 

“I didn't know that there were so many cameras or lenses. I've never seen some of these.” He gestured to some of the smaller, more vintage cameras. 

“Those ones specifically are more for looks, I am a little bit of a collector of cameras. Some of them you cannot even buy the film for anymore unless you want to go somewhere ancient.” He nodded continuing to look at all of them, he was particularly enamored by a small vintage polaroid camera. You watched as he hesitated to touch it, he was being respectful of your cameras which you admired him for. You walked over to that one and took it off the shelf. 

“Want to take a couple of pictures?” You asked him while making sure it still had film in it. You looked back up to him and smiled at his wonder.

“I would love that,” he responded. You stood close to him preparing to take the picture holding up a finger heart. He wrapped his arm around your waist and did the same pose as you. You felt the chill run up your spine at the unexpected contact, sure he had escorted you around with his hand on the small of your back but he was never this close. You snapped the picture and waited for it to finish before taking it out of the camera, you gently set it face down on the shelf while it developed. 

“Aren't you supposed to shake them while they develop?" he tilted his head at you. 

“That is actually a common misconception, if you do that you risk messing up some of the chemical processes that make the photo appear. It can cause uneven pictures and sometimes lead to blemishes. In fact, you are actually supposed to lay it face down on a flat surface to get the best result.” You motioned to the picture and how you set it. 

He glanced at the photo and nodded, “Really? I didn't know that, I guess I won't be shaking my polaroid pictures now. Thank you for telling me about that Shutterbug. The last videographers we had would have scoffed at me and offered a half ass answer.” You could feel the heat creeping up the back of your neck at the new nickname. No one had ever really cared enough to come up with cute nicknames for you, other than your team. 

“I'm glad I could help you learn something today Joongie, I am always open to help someone learn about what I love. Do you want to take another so each of us can have one?” He nodded yes and pulled you closer for the picture, he offered his hand to you with a half heart, much like Jongho had earlier. You laughed at the situation and snapped the picture. You followed the same routine with this one as you did with the last. Hongjoong gently grabbed the first picture and smiled at it, he showed it to you and you also smiled. It had come out perfect with the warm vintage tint. “I am so keeping this in my wallet,” you said as you dug into your computer bag to grab it. You gently took it from Hongjoong and put it in one of the picture slots. You turned around your wallet and showed it to Hongjoong. It was among several other pictures of you and your team. 

“I am doing the same," he said as he took the other picture off the shelf. He showed it to you and you smiled at how well it took. Both of you were smiling like idiots at the camera. It came out more candid than the first did. 

“Okay, it is getting late for you, we need to get you to your car.” He said, closing his wallet. You nodded and let him escort you out of the room. As you walked by you switched off the light and closed the door. He walked you to your car and made sure you got in and settled before closing the door. He took a step back and waved at you. You returned the gesture and started pulling out of the spot. As you were driving away you made sure to see if he made it back into the building. You knew that he would be here for another few hours at least. 

It took you about forty five minutes to get back to your house. You parked in the garage and wandered in, you made sure to take off your shoes before heading directly up the stairs to your room. You messaged the groupchat you had with your team and Ateez that you made it home. You had created the group chat to effectively communicate with everyone and affectionately named it Ministry of Chaos. You were often tempted to change it to People I See Too Often but you knew at least two or three of them would throw a fit. Setting your phone down you started your nightly routine, once you finished you crashed onto the bed. Toothless was the first to get on the bed and snuggle with you. Beans and Mocha followed shortly after. You fell asleep with loud purrs drowning out everything else. 

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Next Chapter (Chapter 7)

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for the record (MDNI)

cowboy!mingi x saloon owner!fem reader

pairing: cowboy!mingi x bar owner! reader

genre: smut 18+

rating: mature

word count: 6.2k

summary: a lone bar owner on a dead day in a small town is taken for the ride of her life once a regularly visiting bounty hunter enters through the swinging doors

warnings: explicit language (like... real explicit) || smut (very intense, i fear. please don't read in public or if under the age of 18) || sub/dom themes || fingering (f recieivng) || oral stimulation (f/m receiving) || big dick!mingi (as we all know) || unprotected (wrap it up irl) || creampie (oatmeal) || nicknames (sweetheart, darling, love, angel, doll, pretty, pretty girl, sweet pea, cumslut, slut) || multiple orgasms ||

zzen's notes: save a horse, ride a cowboy everyday of my life is said cowboy is mingi��� also, first one shot type thing written on here so pretty please show love and give requests so i can write more

ALSO sorry this shit took so long lol went to hell and back just to get my writers block dealt with. i also have this on AO3 which is where ill be posting all my works as well. link in bio :P

(partially proofread. im lazy)

On a cold and gloomy day, you work around the saloon you own in a quaint little town. A dead one. Barely any travelers were out and hardly any of the regulars stopped by. Tumbleweeds passed by the saloon doors with a foot-high opening at the bottom, swinging in the wind with a creak. You sigh, focusing on the small stack of used and dirty cups needing a good clean. It was rare to have such an uninteresting day around these parts. Normally, there would be at least one person in here. Or a group of cowboys causing a ruckus in the far corner booth. It was eerily quiet, both inside and outside the small wooden building. 

In the middle of toweling dry a glass, the doors fly open. You figure it was just the wind again until you hear boots scuffling the planks of the floor. You turn, looking towards the sound, and see one of your regulars. Song Mingi. A well-known bounty hunter who has a habit of coming in once a week to get a whiskey sour. Several, at that. Normally covered in blood and dirt, he looks clean this time. Setting the glass down, you lean against the counter behind you and cross your arms with a smirk. 

“Fancy seeing you ‘round. Quite the weather to be out and about,” You say with a drawl, looking over the man briefly before meeting his gaze again. He smirks at you and places his cowboy hat on the counter before perching himself on the stool in front of you. He’s always been infatuated with you. Your attitude, your aura, your energy. Everything about you is so… alluring. It captivates him every time. Him meaning his throbbing dick between his thighs that happens to harden the moment he walks into your bar. 

“I needed a drink and wanted to see my favorite bar owner. That a crime, sweetheart?” He tilts his head, that disgustingly sexy smirk still sitting on his face as his eyes run over you as well. You knew damn well and good that he wants you. Always has since his first appearance in your bar. He made it known. The first encounter being him with his group of wildlings. All of them drunk off their asses in the corner booth and trying to get you to buy them a round. You folded, obviously, and brought over two pitchers of beer just to shut them up. That was the first time you noticed him. His cowboy hat sitting slanted on his head and only being able to see the lower part of his face. Though that night, he lifted his head to meet your gaze. That same stupid smirk sitting on his face as he nodded in appreciation. That was also the first time you went home and rubbed one out to the thought of him. Which, now that you think about it, seems to be the normal ritual for when you get home. 

“Well, I appreciate the compliment, cowboy,” You scoff out a soft laugh and pick up a clean glass, making his usual concoction before sliding the glass across the counter to him. His fingers barely brush against yours and both of you have to hold back to grab each other's hands. You won’t lie and say you have a fantasy of getting thrown over this very bartop and having him fuck you roughly from behind. To have his large, rough, and calloused hands wrapped around your waist. Oh, to hear his moans in the deep raspiness of his voice. Fuck, you were getting turned on just thinking about it. But you also can’t let him know that. It’ll boost his ego too much and make him think he has a chance. (He does). 

“Thanks, darlin’,” He takes a sip of his drink, eyeing you like a hawk while doing so. His mind is running with all the thoughts of what he wants to do to you. To pin you against the wall of liquor that looms behind you. To fuck that tight little cunt of yours that he knows is tight and pink. Like it was made for him and only him. To bend you over this counter and fuck you till you're crying out in pleasure. His cock bruising your insides in the best way possible. Shooting everything in him to coat the velvety walls of your pussy. God, what he would do to taste you. 

Shaking his head from his thoughts, he turns his gaze around the empty saloon, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Seems like you’re pretty busy here, eh?” His head turns back to you and his glass presses to his lips once more, taking another sip of his drink before letting the glass settle on the counter. Leaning back against the seat, he eyes you once again. His cock twitching in his jeans as his gaze falls to your plump and, oh-so-beautiful breasts. Even behind that button-up and vest, he knows they’re plump. Round and full. Perfect for his huge hands to grasp and fondle. To tease those perky nipples into a stimulation you haven’t felt before. He swallows thickly and meets your gaze. 

Smirking knowingly, you push off the counter and walk to the opposite end to discard the towel into a dirty waste bin. Unlike many other women in town, you refuse to wear blouses, skirts, and underskirts. Fuck that. You dress yourself in jeans, chaps, and a white button-up that's tucked under your belt. Your leather vest frayed around the chest, the fringe swaying with each of your subtle movements. 

“Quite the day indeed, I’ll tell you that. You’re the first and only customer all day,” Standing back up straight, you face him and saunter back to stand in front of him. No other person to pay attention to. Might as well.. play a little. Leaning against the bartop in front of him, you grab his glass and take a sip all while keeping his gaze. He visibly swallows and eyes your lips wrapped around the glass. The glass clinks to the counter and you grab his hat next, placing it atop your head with a smirk. 

His gaze never leaves you and something in him switches once he sees his hat on your head. You must not know the untold fact about wearing a man's cowboy hat. Mingi’s grin grows and he leans his forearms on the counter. “You know, You look mighty sexy with my hat on that pretty head of yours,” His voice drops a few tones as he licks his lips. The head he’s imagined pushing down over his cock with your pretty pink lips wrapped around him. Your eyes welling with tears because he’s too big for you. Fucking your throat raw until he cums and watches his seed spill from the corners of your lips. Fuck, to be in your mouth right now. His pants tighten again and he bites his lip to hold back a groan. “You don’t know what that means, do you, hun?” 

Your eyes narrow, questioning him silently before setting his hat back down beside his glass. Leaning your forearms between his in the counter, you lean forward a little. “What does it mean, cowboy?” Your tone teasing, sultry even, as you speak. Tongue darting out to wet your lips almost in anticipation. His smirk only grows and he leans forward as well. 

“When a pretty girl like yourself wears a man’s hat, it means you’re his… and his only,” He’s whispering now. Somehow sounding even sexier like this. Your mind flurries with phrases you want him to whisper in your ear while he’s deep inside you and you swallow dryly as you eye his lips. 

“That so?” You question back, cocking your head to the side slightly before meeting his gaze again. It darkens immediately and his hands clench into fists against the wood of the bar top. The nod is subtle, but you see it. That makes your smirk grow as well. Just as he starts to lean forward again, you pull away and place your hands firmly on the counter. “Maybe I should wear it more often then… whaddyu think?” His heart stutters and his eyes widen a little. Fuck you’re bold. And he loves it. Loves the thought of you being his to come home to and fuck the brains out of. To relieve the stress of having to kill people for money to scrape by. And to have you by his side would be a dream of his. One he would gladly make into a reality if you gave him even the smallest chance. A scoff of a laugh leaves him and he picks his glass back up and down the rest of his drink. “Don’t tempt me, sweetheart. You know I’m not opposed to the idea.”

You laugh softly and take his empty glass from the counter to clean, rinsing it under water before towel drying it and setting it with the others behind you. In the silence, you’re thinking about the many ways you could tempt him right now. Simply unbutton the top of your shirt, taking your vest off. Even just adjusting yourself. Anything you do would get him going. 

So you do it. Shedding your vest slowly from your shoulders and tossing it to the side before undoing the top two buttons of your shirt. Cleavage is now out in the open for him to see. His eyes dropping instantly with a deep and sharp sigh. He licks his lips, almost hungrily, as he takes in your newfound boldness. “What are you playing at, Y/N?” His voice is deeper than before and raspier than you’ve ever heard it. It sends shivers down your spine and straight to your pussy that's already clenching around nothing. You can feel how wet you are despite not even being touched. That is the power his voice holds over you. And it should be illegal. 

“I’m not playing at anything, cowboy. Just got a little hot. That a crime?” I throw his earlier said words at him and bend over in front of him to “fetch a rag” from the floor. His breath hitches and he lets out a soft groan. Mingi’s hand now covers his mouth while the other disappears underneath the counter. Shit, is he touching himself? Just at the sight of my titties? “Bullshit,” his voice strained and his eyes fall shut in an attempt to rid his mind of these thoughts. You’re teasing him. He won’t get anything from you. He knows he won’t. But, fuck, if he can’t help thinking about sliding his cock between those fucking tits of yours and coating them with his cum. The very thought sends another wave of arousal through him and his hand palms his dick through his pants, which elicits another groan from him. “What. Are you. Playing at?” He asks again, stern this time. You can’t help but smirk at him, even if he can’t see you right now with his eyes clenched shut. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, hun,” again, teasing him. He should just shut you up now and shove his cock down your throat until you can’t see anything but the tears in your eyes. Running a hand through his hair, he leans further back into the stool and stares up at the ceiling, letting out heavy huffs of air as his other hand continues to slowly move along his hard cock. 

“You… are a cock tease,” he says after a few moments of silence and finally turns his gaze back to you. He can’t take this shit anymore and stands from the stool. Marching over to the entrance that leads behind the bar, he throws it open and stalks over to you, placing both hands on the counter that you lean against. Now that you’re caged in, you realize… you want him to fuck you senseless. You want to suck him down and swallow everything he gives you. Your hands fall to his chest, pressing firmly against it as if to push him away. Your attempts fail because he’s a giant compared to you. His frame blocks everything out of view and all you can do is stare up at his hardened gaze. “You like being a tease? Huh? You want me to show you what happens when you tease too much, sweetheart?” 

His words send a thrill through your body. Fuck yeah, you want him to show you. You want him to demolish you right now against this counter and fuck you so hard that the liquor bottles fall and shatter around you as you cream over his cock you know is big, just like the rest of him. A sly smile forms on your face and your hands decide they want to move over the expanse of his chest. Even when it's covered in his button-up and vest, you feel the muscles tense under your touch. Another groan leaves him and his face drops closer to yours. 

“Don’t fuck with me right now, doll…” he mutters out and drops his face even lower, ghosting against the skin of your neck. His hot breath fanning out with each heavy huff. Hands now moving from the counter behind you to grip at your waist. Fuck… they were so big. He was big. He could so easily manhandle you right now and you wouldn’t have a care in the world. 

“You don’t want me to fuck you, Mingi?” The words leave your mouth before you can stop them and your head tilts a little as you feel his lips press to the side of your neck. Brushing right below your ear and down to where your shoulder and neck connect. Another groan, this one deeper and more elongated. His grip tightens on your waist and, suddenly, his teeth are in your neck. A sharp moan leaves you and your eyes flutter shut. That’s gonna leave a mark. But who cares? Neither of you right now. 

“You want me to fuck you, y/n? You want my cock inside you? Is that what it is?” He mumbles against your neck, still attacking it with his lips and tongue, leaving several marks of his behind. Each one elicits a soft whimper to pass through your lips. Your hands clench against the fabric of his shirt and you turn your head, forcing him to leave your neck. Though his eyes never leave the sight of the dark marks he left behind.

“Maybe I do…” you whisper to him and move one of your hands to the back of his neck, pulling him in for a well-needed kiss. Messy and sloppy and dirty and wet. One that both of you had dreamt of many times in the solitude of your homes. He groans into the kiss, moving one hand from your waist to tangle in your hair and tilt your head back so he can shove his tongue into your mouth. You moan against his lips and let him take over. His tongue slides and dominates yours as it feels around your mouth. Fuck, this was hot. You honestly could cum from this. His soft and plump lips pressed to yours, despite the taste of whiskey that coated his mouth. Your hand slides into his hair to grip tightly as you pull him closer to you. His other hand moves from your waist and slides down, toying with your belt before ripping it out of the belt loops. It clings to the ground and his next action is unbuttoning and unzipping your jeans. 

He pulls away from your lips, just for a breather. His eyes cast down to stare at your now swollen lips. Smirking, he moves the hand from your hair to brush a thumb over your bottom lip. A soft whimper escapes you as you watch him. His face is full of desire and pent-up arousal. He presses against you harder and you feel his straining cock press into your stomach. Now you’re glancing down to see the very large bulge in his jeans. He chuckles lowly and lifts your face back up with a tight grip under your chin. His other hand successfully gets your pants undone, shoving them down quickly. Your legs instinctively spread for him with a gasp. Feeling his touch against your clothed clit almost made you lose it and you let out an embarrassingly loud moan, hips jolting at his touch. 

“That how wet I make you, doll? You’re fucking drenched… what a slut you are,” He whispers against your ear. You knew how wet you were, but the vulgarity of his words makes you even more so. Pussy clenching around nothing, pulsing from the inside with a hunger for him and him only. His fingers tease the cloth of your panties slowly, drawing out any sound he can from you in the process as his lips reconnect with your neck. “You are a slut, aren’t you? A cock-loving cum slut… ready to fuck any man who walks into your saloon, huh?” 

You shiver at his words and let out a needy moan. Again, the vulgarity coming from this man makes you want to jump him. In response, you nod eagerly. Wanting nothing more than to fuck him in this very moment like the cumslut he says you are. “Fuck, Mingi… please just-... just fuck me already.” The words are a plea. A beg for him to do more than just touch you through your soaked panties. He smirks against your neck and pulls away to look down at you. 

“Right here in the front of the saloon where anyone could walk in and see you on full display? I don’t think so, doll.” With that, he pulls his hand from your pants and grabs your waist to hoist you up, pressing you against him as he quickly makes his way to your office door. Your legs wrap around him and your arms snake around his broad shoulders to hold yourself in place. He knows where your office is solely because he’s seen you walk back there many times. Just so he can see that pretty little ass of yours in these tight jeans you always wear. His hands knead the flesh of your ass through your jeans, walking with a purpose so he can get you bent over the desk like the whore you are. 

You, on the other hand, are now clinging to his shoulders for the life of you. Head buried into his neck with lips pressed to his neck in a fervor to try and get some of your desires out. Nothing works. You need his cock. For him to be inside you and fucking you senseless until you don’t even remember your damn name. The whimpers leaving you are breathless and desperate. He kicks the door open, setting you down on the desk before shutting the door behind him and shedding his vest from his shoulders. His belt buckle unlatches as he pulls his belt from his pants and shoves his pants down without even undoing them. His boxers sliding down as well, revealing his hard and thick cock to your eyes. It’s huge. Girthy and veiny, red tip leaking with precum and can easily tear you in two. He stares down at you, legs spread against the desk with your arms behind your back to support your weight. He lets out a groan and strokes himself a few times before walking over to where you sit.

“Knees, angel. Get on ‘em,” With his hand still on his cock, he motions with his other for you to do as he says. And, like the compliant little slut you are, you listen, Dropping to your knees in front of him with his big fucking cock in front of your face. You lick your lips, moving your hands to his thighs slowly, but he pushes them away with a tsk. “Uh uh. Let me fuck that pretty little mouth of yours before you do anything. I want you crying around my cock before I fuck you. Hands behind your back.” Your eyes widen at his words, but you nod and settle your hands behind your back, looking up at him. Your chest heaves with the deep breaths you take. In this position, your panties are pulled taut enough that they just so happen to ride right against your clit and you could easily get off like this. Sucking him dry and cumming from giving him pleasure. Fuck, just the thought of swallowing him down makes you almost cum. His eyes narrow down at you and he steps closer, pressing his tip against your cheek before slapping himself against you with a groan. 

“Fuck, doll… you look good down there,” He all but whispers out and moves his free hand to grip your hair away from your face. His other hand guides his tip across your lips and you open willingly for him. That action makes him stifle back a guttural moan, but he doesn’t plunge himself in yet. He wants to hear you beg for his cock. “You want it? Let me hear you, baby. Tell me how much you want me to fuck your mouth… 'cause I know you want me to.” 

You whimper, clenching your eyes shut briefly to get your mind unfogged so you can speak to him. “Mingi… please fuck my mouth. Use me. By all means, use my mouth for your pleasure. Please, baby. I need your cum down my throat. I need to taste you,” the words fall out so easily despite your brain being mush. He seems satisfied with your answer though, smiling down at you like a predator about to devour its prey. 

“Open nice and wide for me, doll,” And you listen, almost dislocating your jaw with the speed in which you drop it down for him. He lets out a hum of appreciation and circles his tip around your lips once more before pressing his tip in. Cursing under his breath, he slowly inches forward as his grip on your hair tightens. It took everything in him to go slow and not surge himself to the back of your throat. “There we go… such a good girl.” He mutters out with his eyes shut in pleasure. Your tongue begins to swirl over every part it can reach despite him stretching your mouth to new heights. He pulls back out after getting half of his length in, then slowly presses himself back into the hilt. That elicits a loud moan from him and a gag from you, but you take him willingly. Your eyes blinking up at him with tears starting to form at the corners.

After a few seconds of him with his cock down your throat, he opens his eyes and looks down at you with a hint of a smile on his face. “Good fucking girl. Taking me so well in the little mouth of yours,” he mumbles in desire and begins to rock his hips into you. Both of his hands tangle in your hair tightly to hold your head in place. Strings of saliva start to drip down your chin. Surely, some of his precum was a part of it, not that you minded at all. His cock hits the back of your throat in slow and steady thrusts that make him groan lowly. The sight of him disappearing and reappearing from your mouth almost makes him lose his shit, but he holds back. He's not cumming until he's fucking that cunt of yours and filling you to the brim. 

His pace quickens suddenly and you're fighting back the urges to gag once more. Wet gurgles leaving you. They sound disgusting but he fucking loves them. He can't take it anymore, his pace quickening once again and his grip on your hair tightens. “Fuck, doll… doing such a good job,” his eyes fall shut again and his head tilts back to moan towards the ceiling. At that point, you start grinding yourself down into the seam of your panties, moaning around him softly as the tears start to fall down your cheeks. You can already feel your arousal dripping onto the wood floor below you. You're too focused on his massive dick in your mouth pounding your throat relentlessly. 

Mingi thrusts into your mouth one last time and holds himself there, silent and still as he brings his head back down. Feigning mock sympathy, he moves one of his hands from your hair to wipe the shed tears from your face. “Aww… you're crying? Am I too big for you, sweetheart? You poor thing.” He pulls himself out and lets go of your hair. Taking in breaths as you stare up at him, you lick your lips to get the precum he has spread earlier around the rim of your mouth. “Get up.” He demands while stroking himself in front of your face, almost tantalizing. You listen, standing from the floor and facing him to wait for his next instruction. God, you feel helpless, but dammit all to hell if it doesn't feel good.

He doesn't waste much time shoving your panties down to the floor to pool around your ankles. Strings of your arousal detach from your underwear and stick to your inner thighs. He licks his lips at the side, ready to taste every last inch of you until you're screaming for him to stop. “Sit on the desk, doll. Legs spread for me,” he gently nudges you backward with his hands on your hips, sitting you down on the edge of the desk before you could even think about moving. Your legs spread at his demand and you watch him sink to his knees between your thighs. He sighs deeply, a sound coming from the back of his throat. Almost like a growl. It makes your insides turn with desire and your knees fall over even more for him with a soft whimper. “Please, baby…” you whisper as if your pleas will do anything to quicken the process. 

“Patience, sweetheart. You know how long I've wanted this. I'm taking my time with you,” he says with a tsk and smooths his hands over your legs. Starting at your calves, then the tops of your thighs, and finally massaging the insides of them, inching closer and closer to your dripping cunt. “So wet… and such a pretty sight,” the fingers of one hand gather some of your arousal and he licks them clean, humming in delight before pressing his thumb to your swollen clit. Your head tilts back abruptly and a sharp moan leaves you. Fuck, his hands are so big. You know you've said that before, but they truly are nothing compared to your hands. His eyes never leave the sight of your folds, pink and beautiful. Soaking from your juices and teasing him by clenching around nothing. 

His thumb circles over your nub, watching as more of you seeps out of that tight little hole he's gonna destroy. Your moans gradually get louder with each passing second. More needy, whiny. More for him to just fuck you already. You bring your head back down and look at him. Shit he looks pussy drunk and he hasn't even done much of anything yet. But as soon as you think that, he dives in, licking a long stripe up from your entrance to the clit he's been teasing with his thumb. Again, he hums in delight and his eyes fall shut. Your head gets tossed back once more and your arms threaten to give out from holding your weight behind you.

“So sweet, love… Fuck you taste good, mm,” he mumbles against you and the hum he does sends a shiver throughout your entire body. Whimpering with every flick of his tongue. His hands wrap the underneath of your thighs and hoist them over his shoulders, pulling you closer to him in the process. He's hungry, and he's about to have himself a nice feast. Mingi doesn't hold back. His tongue delves into your entrance and licks wherever he can. His hands are gripping your thighs so hard it'll leave bruises till next week. Every so often, his nose brushes against your clit and you let out a cry of pleasure, fighting to bring your hands down to tangle in his hair. 

“You wanna cum in my mouth, doll? Wanna drown me with your cum? Huh?” he mumbles again and brings his hand back down to play with your clit as his attack on your hole continues relentlessly. You nod, but you know he can't see you. It takes everything in you to clear your mind long enough to moan out a response. “Yes… fuck- yes, baby… please let me cum in your mouth,” the words send his cock twitching against his stomach and he presses his face further, smirking against you devilishly.

Then he pulls away, stands abruptly, and rips your shirt open. Your whine of protest from the lack of an orgasm soon turns to a gasp of surprise once your chest is exposed to him. Buttons fly everywhere and tumble to the floor as his lips make contact with your chest. His hands pull your shirt down your shoulders and then reach behind you to unclasp your bra, which he does in one swift move that has your pussy fluttering. Yanking the straps down, he palms your right breast and bites along the top of your other one. “Gorgeous, love… fucking beautiful,” They're all he's ever imagined. Round, full, perky. Everything he's dreamed of. He wants to slide his cock between the valley of them, but that'll be for another day. He's too impatient for that right now. He steps closer, his cock sliding against your thigh before settling on your stomach as his lips move up to the side of your neck. Sucking and pulling at the skin desperately as if he wants to eat you alive. Which you're sure he can if he truly wants to. You wouldn't be opposed, that's for damn sure.

His hips move slowly, grinding his hardness against your thigh and spreading your legs with his own. Groans leaving him with each passing second, mixing with your whimpers of pleasure as your eyes fall shut. His large, calloused hands travel everywhere they possibly can. You claw at him, his shoulders and back and neck. Desperate for him to give up on teasing and taking his time instead of ravishing you within an inch of your life. “Mingi.. P-please,”

It's like the restraint in him finally breaks and he's capturing your lips with his again. A hand snaking down to toy with you for a moment, gathering your juices before hes stroking his cock with it. Then his tip is prodding at your entrance. “You sure you can handle this, sweet pea?” He breaks the kiss to mutter those words, dark and gruff as his lips trail over your cheek. The hand not holding himself at your entrance travels up the side of your body to gently wrap around your throat. Not too much pressure, but enough to make your walls flutter. 

“Y-yes.. Please, Mingi. I- i can handle it,” you respond, shaky and quiet but confident in your ability to take him nonetheless. He doesn’t waste much time after that and slowly sinks himself into the hilt with a deep groan. It almost sounds like a growl. Of course, it’s paired with a satisfied moan from yourself once you’re finally able to feel him like this. His lips attach to your neck again in a sorry attempt to muffle the soft grunts and gasps he’s letting out from how tight you are. You’re too busy clinging to his shoulders trying to get used to his size. “Tight as hell, sweetheart.. You alright?” He breathes the words out between his teeth, willing himself to stay still so he doesnt hurt you too much. You’re able to nod, subtly, but it's there. He takes that as permission to move, pulling back until just his tip remains inside, then pushes back in with a groan. It harmonizes with the breathy moan you let out. 

That’s how he starts. Slow, steady. Full, deep strokes that make you feel every vein carved into his dick. All while his huffs of air and grunts resonate right next to your ear. Every once in a while punctuated by a kiss or nip on your shoulder. Your legs tighten around his waist, pulling him closer and deeper at the same time. “M-Mingi… so good…” You whimper the words, digging your nails into his shoulders before moving to his back. A hand delving into his hair yet again to both tangle in the strands and grip at his scalp. He responds with a sharp thrust, pulling his head back just enough to look you in the eyes. “Yeah? Feels good, doll?” His pace quickens just enough to make the desk start hitting the wall. A cocky grin taking his face as he watches how fucked out you become. “So pretty… Gonna fuck you dumb, okay? Just sit here and be a good girl for me.” 

He pulls out, hoisting your legs over his forearms so they sit in the crook of your knee. His cock plunging itself back in as he straightens himself up to get a better range of movement. At this point, you're barely on the desk. Ass hanging off and basically hovering as he plunders into you. He’s out of reach now so you struggle to grab onto something, anything. The papers on my desk, a stapler. Eventually, I opt for the wall behind me and arch my back from the wood. “R-right there..please right- ahh my god,” He’s hitting your g-spot so perfectly you start seeing stars. He grunts, tightening his grip on your thighs as he pulls you closer to the edge of the desk. “Gonna come for me? Huh? Gonna cream all over this dick, pretty girl?” 

If the words weren’t enough already, the name was a cherry on top. You nod, frantically, as a hand comes down to press against his pelvis. Not to push him away, but to touch him somewhere at least. The tears that rolled down your cheeks while his dick was in your mouth now rolls down as his dick rearranges your pretty little cunt. You were so close, so very close. “M-min..close,” The words come out so quietly, he almost misses them. But when they register, he doubles down his efforts. One of his hands coming between your thighs to play with your highly oversensitive clit to help send you over the edge. The desk hitting the wall in a steady and quick rhythm as he works you up. “C’mon, pretty… Soak my cock. Wanna see it glistening before I fill this pussy up, uh? Wanna watch? C’mere,” His other hand moves to grip the back of your neck, pulling you up just enough to watch where his cock disappears and reappears from inside you. His words, his fingers, his pace. Him. Fuck, you’re surprised you lasted this long. Another pitiful sob leaves you as you watch your arousal splash against his thighs. “You see that? See how good you take me, baby? Can’t believe you made me wait this long for such a perfect fucking pussy, mm.”

And that was it. It was like everything inside you just ruptures and you come with a guttural moan of his name. Your back arching into him and nails digging into where they stay on his stomach and the wall. Surprisingly enough, you manage to rip through the wallpaper in the office. A worry for another day though. You’re too busy seeing the gates of heaven while your orgasm washes over you, eyes clenched shut while your body stays rigid in bliss. His fingers on your clit not relenting until he sees the trembles in your thighs die down. His hips slowly coaxing you out of your high before he starts to work himself. When you’re finally able to open your eyes, you meet his gaze and see the smirk sitting on his face. “Just as I thought… pretty,” He mutters before he gives a few sloppy thrusts, and empties himself inside with a satisfied groan, almost mistaken for a whimper if you listened close enough. He stills, dropping his forehead to your shoulder as his arms bring your legs down. His arms instead wrap around your waist to pull you closer. Your breaths resonating in the small room as you both come down from the high of everything. 

Mingi’s first to pull away, pressing gentle kisses along your shoulder and up your neck until he's right next to your ear. “For the record, I ain’t letting another man lay a hand on you, darlin’,” His hands tighten around your waist. Calloused fingertips dancing along the soft exposed skin of your hips and back. You smile against where your head rests on his collarbone. “For the record, I ain’t letting another woman lay a hand on you, cowboy."

okay.. so whatd you think?

[literallyalbertcamus]

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE MORE ANGUS PLEASE IM DEPRIVED😫😫

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He’s So Fine – Angus Tully.

So sorry girly for taking this much in finishing this for you, who could have know library science was not that easy of a thing to study in college, anyways i hope you like this while i think of a better and longer angus fanfic idea. I Also wrote this all in english and was harder than i thinked.

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You had only seen the Barton boy at least three times, and that was saying it loosely. Your friends thought he was not that handsome to begin with, not enough to compensate to be an annoyingly privileged Barton prick, but oh how bad you had it for Angus Tully. He was tall and lanky, with a Bob Dylan look that made you weak in the knees every time you saw him at town in the weekends. Much about him personally you didn’t know, just his name, that your classmate Elise had kiss him at her aunt’s Christmas party and that he was not the nicest, but you just couldn’t help it, to you he was just that fine, and you were going to do something about your feelings right now.

That Sunday evening you and your friends where at The Winning Ticket, just drinking soda and eating cheeseburgers when you saw him at the pinball machine, focused on his game and alone. Sarah, one of your friends, noticed right away who you were staring at and rolled her eyes, but you shrouded at took a last shot of your coke before turning to the group.

“How do I look?”

“Good, why?” responded confused one of them, followed by a choir of disappointed “oh my god” when they realized what you were going to do.

You stud up and walked up to the pinball machine to put a penny at the corner of the table, while he was really focused until that moment, when the sudden movement on the corner of his eye made him look at the coin and lose track for a moment, losing is last ball.

“Motherfucker! I was going to break the record” he shouts, turning around to look at whoever made him lose the fruits of his evening’s hard work.

Internally and physically, you cringed a little, this was not the way you wanted your first real interaction with him to go, and now were thinking that maybe it was better staying with the girls at the booth just looking at him from afar.

“Oh, I am so sorry, I didn’t!—” the words came stunted from your mouth as your face started to blush. That’s when Angus noticed who had put the penny at the corner, he had thought it had been an annoying buttheaded townie like the ones from the holidays with mister Hunham, but no, it was you. A pretty girl from town that he did not know the name but knew was cute has hell.

“No! No, I am sorry, really is not that serious, I was overreacting” he started to apologize “Uh, you can take my penny” and as he said, cringed realizing it was the exact same thing he had done the last time as you frowned in confusion. “Oh, shit that sounded so awful, I know you can pay for your own I was just— Sorry”

At his awkward ramble you only giggled, because who really was more nervious between you and him? Probably not you anymore.

“Is fine, I’ll take it” you said, trying to act cool and unbothered at is clumsy and slightly out of touch attempt to make up for his reaction.

“I’m Angus, by the way” he said after putting a coin in the machine and moving to the side, as you put your hands by the handlers.

You told him your name and immediately moved your focus at the ball, but you really couldn't stop noticing him at the corner of your eye, how close he was, and that you had really talked to him this time. Of all your group of friends, you were the best at pinball, but now you were reduced to a mess by his mere presence, how great.

“You are really good” he said, and you almost jumped when you realized how close he really was.

“Thanks, I actually play a lot, so I guess is good that at least I don’t suck at it”

And you really were good, lasting a little bit more than him at the game, but his awkward charisma got the best of you when he said the most unfunny shit, and suddenly all you could do was laugh at it, finally losing.

“So, do you want something to drink?” he asked hopeful.

Maybe the best thing you did that day was putting your coin at the machine, because you spend the rest of the evening with Angus Tully on a booth away from everyone.

[writerfae]

Christmas movie au Advent Calendar 🎄

Day Ten: ☕️Hot chocolate☕️

Christmas special tag list: @bunnymermaidsblog @deadlycupid @dustylovelyrun @ladywithalamp @sleepy-night-child @theguywithnonickname

When he had left the Café that night, Talon wasn’t sure if he should really go to the Christmas market at the tree farm.

“But you said you almost kissed! So there is definitely something there! That’s a good thing, I don’t see why it should be a reason not to go to the market,” Halea had said to him over the phone.

“No, it’s not good. The situation is too complicated. It would be better to stay away from him.”

Talon sighed, massaging his temple in an attempt to calm his nerves.

“Is it complicated or are you just making it complicated again?”

“I constantly lie to him, Halea. I’m here to get his father to sell their property, to rob them off their home. And he’s in a relationship already.”

Probably. Maybe.

“You don’t know that,” Halea argued. “You are just assuming again. Have you ever tried to talk to him instead?”

“Even if he’s not in a relationship, did you miss the part where I’m essentially here to ruin their existence?”

“You are ruining no one’s existence. You haven’t even tried to get Mr. Hunter to sell the farm yet. And even then, they will get quite some money for the sale, too.”

“You’re not here, Hal. You don’t know them, you don’t know how much this place means to them. Also it would be a forced sale, their only alternative is getting kicked out.”

Which wasn’t really an alternative at all.

Sooner or later they’d lose anyway, but maybe they’d have more time if he wasn’t here to-

“Talon, I know this situation sucks, but you have to stop freaking out and taking all the blame. You need to figure out what you want and how you want to achieve it instead. Hiding won’t help you. If you really have feelings for him, don’t run away. Act. That’s what you’re known for.”

“But I don’t know what to do,” Talon admitted quietly.

“You will find out.” Halea’s voice was uncharacteristically soft.

“You always do. But until then, try to live a little. Go to that Christmas market. I’ll try to keep your dad off your back for a while.”

“Thank you. You’re the best.”

A soft laugh was heard from the other side of the line.

“Say that again please, I need to record it and send it to our old college friends.”

Talon had laughed then and thanked her again and after he ended the call, decided he’d go to the market on Friday.

And now it was Friday.

Talon got his cloak and Aiden’s scarf and made his way to the Christmas tree farm once again.

He almost didn’t recognize it.

Little booths with all kinds of products were lined up on the yard that was decorated with Christmas lights and fir branches.

Wood was pilled up in the bonfire pit, Christmas music sounded softly from speakers.

All sorts of handcrafts, Christmas decorations and other items were up for the people to buy.

And there were many people.

Aiden really wasn’t lying when he said people came from farther away cities to visit the farm’s Christmas market.

People of all ages were gathered here, the sound of children laughing mixed with the giddy chatter of the adults, all enjoying the magical atmosphere of the market and the farm it took place on.

Talon, too, let himself be pulled into this moment, strolling through the masses and checking out the booths.

Maya waved at him from a booth where she sold the cookies the three of them had made last time.

Talon waved back at her, before starting to search for the person he was here for in the first place.

He found Aiden as he was helping a little girl to pick out the “perfect Christmas tree”.

With the patience of an angel he let her inspect every single tree, leading her to the next when she found something she didn’t like about the tree before.

Talon watched them silently for a while.

Only when the perfect tree was found and Aiden waved back at the girl as she and her family walked away with the tree did he make himself known.

“Hey,” Aiden’s eyes sparkled as he greeted Talon.

His gaze flickered down to the scarf around Talon’s neck and his smile grew a bit wider.

“You’re still wearing it,” he commented.

Talon blushed. “I can give it back if you-“

“No. Keep it, it looks nice on you.”

Aiden cleared his throat. “Well, I promised you you’ll get the best hot chocolate here, didn’t I? Let’s go.”

Without even waiting for Talon’s reply he took his hand and dragged him towards a booth with little tables around it.

It was the best visited of all the booths around.

“Hey Alexander, what are you doing here?” Aiden greeted the man with the soft pink hair that stood behind the counter.

Alexander smiled. “Amalie was out of marshmallows, so she had to get new ones and asked me if I could take over for a while. And since my boyfriend left me here because he ‘has to run an important errand’, I had time, so…”

He looked down on their still joined hands, a knowing smile on his lips.

“What can I get you?”

Talon, who hadn’t registered that he was still holding on to Aiden, let go of his hand immediately, while Aiden ordered two hot chocolates.

“It’s a shame there’s no marshmallows, but,” he turned to Talon. “Whipped cream?”

Talon nodded. “Sounds nice.”

Alexander prepared their order, given them each a mug filled with hot chocolate that smelled heavenly.

“On the house,” he said. “For our host and his company.”

He winked and Aiden laughed at that, thanking him. Then the two made their way to one of the few free tables.

“Come now,” Aiden said, leaning back in his chair with a smile, awaiting Talon’s reaction. “Try it.”

Talon did as he was told and his eyes widened as he took the first sip.

It was no exaggeration, this really was the best hot chocolate Talon ever tasted.

Aiden laughed at his reaction. “I take it you like it, then.”

“That is an understatement.”

“That’s what I thought. So how do you like our little Christmas market?”

Aiden’s hands wrapped around the warmth of his mug and he leaned forward a little.

“It is really nice.” It really was. “I think I’m slowly getting used to this Christmas craziness.”

Aiden laughed. He pointed at Talon’s chest.

“You are the crazy one, Mr. Scrooge, for not liking Christmas.”

Talon leaned forward as well. “Maybe I just needed a little persuasion.”

Aiden lifted the mug to his lips, hiding a smile behind it. “Well you’ve come to the right place then.”

“What luck.”

“For you and me both.”

Talon’s cheeks colored at that and Aiden only chuckled before taking a sip from his hot chocolate.

When he sat the mug down, there was whipped cream stuck above his bottom lip.

Talon laughed.

Aiden raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“You’ve got whipped cream there,” Talon said between chuckles as he watched Aiden struggling to get the whipped cream off.

“Wait, let me do it.”

Without much thinking, Talon reached out to brush the whipped cream off of Aiden’s face with his thumb, then raised it to his own lips to lick the cream off.

Only when he saw Aiden’s (pretty adorable) expression - eyes blinking in surprise, lips slightly parted in disbelief and blush high up on his cheeks - did he register what he just did and got so red that he probably matched the scarf wrapped around his neck.

“You like the hot chocolate, guys?” Alexander asked, getting both of them out of their frozen state as their heads whipped around to him almost in synch.

It must’ve looked pretty funny and judging by the upward tilt of his lips Alexander thought the same.

He had his arm linked with a handsome dark-haired guy, who lifted his hand in greeting.

Aiden won back his composure first. He smiled.

“Yeah, thank you.”

Talon admired how he managed to not stutter when he said it.

“You made it almost as well as Amalie.”

Pretending to be offended, Alexander gasped, hand over his heart.

A snort escaped the lips of the man next to him as he eyed him fondly.

“Well, we’ll go now,” Alexander said. “Have fun you two, maybe we’ll see each other at the bonfire.”

He turned to the man next to him. “Come, babe, let’s go. I gotta work on my book a bit before we come back tonight.”

With that the two men waved goodbye and left.

It’s okay, Talon told himself, they probably didn’t see what you just did.

But as the two walked away, Alexander turned around to look at them one last time and gave Talon a thumbs up, grinning.

Oh no, he totally saw it.

Talon must be cursed or something.

He looked back at Aiden, who smiled at him, a little unsure.

“Another one?” he asked, raising his mug.

Talon smiled back at him.

“I’d like that.”

[strniohoeee]

Guide

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Chris takes Y/N ice skating, but she can’t stop falling….(for him). This is based on my request asking for Chris to teach the reader how to skate, and she falls into his arms

Warnings⚠️: Nothing…just super cute once again

Song for the imagine: Are We Still Friends?- Tyler the Creator

“Pleaseee come with me” Chris was begging over the phone

“I don’t know how to ice skate though” I said back to him

“Dude I can teach you” he said in a dumbfounded way

“Why don’t you go with Nate, Matt and Nick?” I asked him

“They don’t want to go with me, and I really don’t want to go alone PLEASE” he yelled the last part

“Chris my ears..” i said to him

“Sorry! But please come with” he said sounding sad

“UGHH fine” I told him feeling defeated

“YES! Okay I’ll be there in 15” he said before hanging up on me

I sighed, and decided to get dressed. Waiting for Chris to come get me. Finally I heard music blasting and tires screeching to a stop, so I knew it was him. He just got his license, and for sure did not know how to drive still

I ran out the door, and into the car

I gave him a side hug as I got in the car

“Hey Chris” I said after I pulled away from the hug

“Helloooo ready to bust your ass” he asked as he put the car in drive and literally skirted off

“Ummm if we make it there, Jesus who was in the car with you when you took your test? A blind person?” I asked laughing at him

“Excuse me that’s not nice” he said looking at me with a sad face

“I’m sorry, but I’m also very serious,” I told him, laughing in his face.

The rink was only 10 minutes from my house. So once we pulled up and parked we hopped out, and headed inside

“Damn there is no one in here” I said as we walked up to the booth to pay for our ice skates

“Well it’s 12pm on a Monday afternoon….who would be here” he asked after paying

“You weird ass” I told him

“Well you’re here with me too, so that makes??? TWO WEIRD ASSES” he said, and we just laughed about it as I shook my head at his stupidity

I put my skates on, and immediately started to regret it…how the fuck am I supposed to skate on ice in these?? Let alone walk to the damn rink

“CHRIS” I yelled as I tried to stand up

He ran over and helped me balance myself

“I’m going to eat shit while we skate, and then you’re going to not be paying attention and skate right over my fingers, and then I’ll have no hands” I said trying to not go skate

“Y/N be for real right now….this is not final destination” he said pulling me with him to the ice

“I’m so scared” I said gripping onto him tightly

“Calm down and relax before your knees lock and you pass out” he said laughing at me

“This is not funny asshole” I said smacking him lightly

He helped me onto the ice and immediately I almost fell

“You are like a newborn deer” he said holding onto me

“In case you haven’t noticed because I know you don’t like to listen, but now you don’t like to use your eyes apparently…IVE NEVER DONE THIS” I told him sarcastically

“I’ll let you go” he said started to back away

“NO! I’m sorry” i said pulling him in tighter

“Take me to the ledge I’m going to hold on” I told him

He brought me to the ledge and I held on, I took my phone out of my pocket, and opened up TikTok

“Since I can’t skate let’s make some tik toks” I told him, at first he rolled his eyes, but then agreed

I started to film the tik tok, and slowly backed away from the camera

“Oh my god I’m doing it” I said as I looked back at him. The countdown went down and we started to lip sync to “I’m real” by Jlo and Ja Rule. I back up into Chris and he grabbed me putting his arm over me to hold me while we lip synced

A few tik toks later I was getting more comfortable skating a little bit.

Chris had it recording and I came up skating behind him, but I got a little wobbly, and I went to grab Chris, but I was falling and I ended up pulling him down with me. Both of our legs went up into the air, and we started dying of laughter. Chris got up dying of laughter and was trying to help me up, but he could not stop laughing

Finally he got me up, and I had hit stop, and slid the phone back into my pocket

“Okay let’s go to center so I can teach you some more” Chris said pulling me to the center of rink with no protection around us

“Okay so first move is how to stop” he said so he started to skate and stopped

“Do exactly that and you will not fall” he said smiling

“Oh my god yes that is so easy” I said in the most sarcastic way

“Just do it” he said rolling his eyes

As I went to stop I continued to slide, and fell right on my ass

“OUCHHHH” I said groaning and trying to get myself up

“Well how about we try a spin?” He asked

“Bitch? A spin? I just ate shit trying to stop and now you want me to become a figure skater” I told him

“It’s easy watch” he did a small spin, and I will say it looked easy, but Chris knew how to skate

As I went to do the spin I lost my balance, and as I went to fall back Chris caught me in his arms.

I looked up at him, and our eyes locked as we stared into each others eyes

“You’re not falling for me now are you?” He asked with a smug expression

I just rolled my eyes and got back up

“Way to ruin the mood” I said looking at him

“There was a mood?” He asked with a dumb look on his face

“Chris can’t you see I like you?? The way I just looked into your eyes, and practically melted” I said looking at him

“Ahhh so you do feel something for me?” He asked smirking

“Chris….” I said sighing

“What if I told you the feelings were mutual?” He asked skating closer to me

“I’d probably kiss you” I said looking at him

“Well in that case I really like you too” he said smiling at me

I turned and crashed our lips together pulling him in by his coat. We both pulled away

“I could do that all day” he said

“What is it with you and corny ass pick up lines” I said laughing at him

“Because they make you laugh, and I love how you look when you laugh” he said back to me

“Stop” I said trying to skate away as I was blushing, but instead I lost my balance and I took Chris down with me again

As we hit the ice with a thud we started laughing. He looked over at me, and kissed me, and I kissed back

“We’re going to have to work on these skating skills if you’re going to date me” he said helping me up

“Well good thing I have a good teacher” I said kissing him on the cheek

“And I have a good learner,” he said, kissing me back.

The End

Once again I hope you liked!!! And I hope that whoever requested this also liked it as much and I loved writing it🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽 I have more imagines to write, but I’m almost done 🙏🏽🙏🏽the rest will be uploaded later on today (it’s 1:34am) where I’m at🫢

-J💅🏽

[thehollowwriter]

The Official Bio of Clyde Sentry

Basic Info:

Name: Clyde Sentry

Homeland: The Scalding Sands, but they were born in the Queendom of Roses

Species: Human (at least, we think so?)

Birthday: 1st October

Age: 18

Height/length: 162cm

Dominant hand: Left

Gender: non-binary

Sexuality: Asexual, panromantic

Class: 3-A

Dorm: Ignihyde

Best subject: Magic analysis

Club: News club. Not the newspaper club. They comprise relevant news and announce it to the school. Also weather announcements, which they also play music for, for some reason.

Unique Magic: Ceaseless Watcher. They know. What do they know? Whatever they want to. It has many drawbacks, however. It gives them migraines, and it can be difficult for them to see the bigger picture. They don't like knowing other people's thoughts.The information sometimes overloads their brain and makes them pass out. They cannot see into the future, however.

Family:

Unnamed grandmother

Unnamed mother and father (deceased)

Preferences:

Favourite subject: Music

Hobbies: Investigating things, reading, bowling

Likes: Cats, horror, knowledge, stories,

Dislikes: Spiders (they know things), worms, eye symbols, tight spaces

Favourite food: chicken pasta

Least favourite food: mashed potato

Appearance:

Clyde is neither tall nor short. They're neither thin nor fat. They have hair. Yes, they do. It is long, pink, and sage green. They also have eyes. They are dark pink in colour, like dark gemstones. They have dark skin and pearly white teeth. They also wear glasses.

Personality:

Clyde is an interesting fella. They manage to simultaneously be a shut-in and an extrovert. They're friendly and fairly kind, but they can be cryptic and apathetic at times. They're one of those people who are genuinely nice but have little to no morals. They show very little concern when violence or terrible incidents occur around them.

They're absent-minded and easily distracted. They are very inquisitive and will constantly asks question after question even if it is not wanted. They always look less pale (for their skintone) than before once they've needled stories out of various people.

They will occasionally get suspicious of someone for some random thing and investigate them by following them around. They like investigating in general. When they don't use they're UM they're either extremely horribly wrong or 100% right with no in-between.

They often spout what, to others, sounds like nonsense. They also like to narrate what they are doing sometimes and always walk around with a tape recorder.

They are kind of paranoid and have many conspiracy theories, but nobody can tell if it's satirical or not. ("We're nothing but the playthings of a higher being, going through the motions with nothing but idle movements and stories designed for us." "...Is that a no on the tea?")

When they have a bad day or in a bad mood, they can be found huddled somewhere or staring into the distance, muttering into their tape recorder. (If you really want an example: "The thing that is but is not, what is a face is not a face what is a face, what is a smile is hollow plastic, cotton hair and taxidermied skin.")

Some Fun Facts/Extra Info

•Clyde is twisted from both Jonothan Sims from The Magnus Archives and Cecil Palmer from Welcome to Night Vale. They are excellent podcasts, and I recommend them, especially TMA :)

•Has their own podcast, though nobody knows where their recording booth is or when they started the podcast

•They have a deep, velvety voice that can sound creepy at times

•They have a TERRIBLE fashion sense. Fuzzy pants with a waist coat and sandals, anyone? Occasionally, they manage to look like a librarian, but...

•They're basically living Azul's wet dream with all the blackmail they want at their fingertips but they do nothing with it, apart from the occasional podcast livestream where he starts narrating what a random student is doing and freaks the shit out of them

•They are not made for violence pls don't hurt them 🥺

•They can often be found lurking in the library, reorganising the books

•Some students think they should be at RSA, others think they would make those soft boys burst into tears

•They always stare at Grim when he's in their line of sight

•They never run out of stories to tell

•They almost never stop smiling

•They once made an announcement about the school's third overblot and recommended you stay cautious, as the organisation they cannot name will come collect those poor poor students. Nobody believed them.

Art by @/the-trinket-witch

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A/N: I hope you like the skrunkle! I hope they capture the essence of The Magnus Archives and Welcome to Night Vale well enough (especially WTNV)

Tagging: @distant-velleity @br3adtoasty @rainesol @theleechyskrunkly @jovieinramshackle

@galaxies-and-gore @cyanide-latte @cynthinesia @officialdaydreamer00 @krenenbaker

@offorestsongs @kitwasnothere @elenauaurs @boopshoops @inotonline

@1dont-really-know @kazumify @minteasketches @elysia-nsimp @skrimpyskimpy

@casp1an-sea @offorestsongs @tixdixl @poisoned-pearls @the-trinket-witch

@ramshacklerumble @ghostiidasponk @thegoldencontracts @the-banana-0verlord @cloudcountry

@skriblee-ksk @quartztwst @twstinginthewind

@natsukishinomiyaswife @minutewondertwist

[orange-demons-deactivated2024]

Hi ! I see you’re a fellow Ed enjoyer^^

Can I ask for some Headcannons about Ed with a shy/soft-spoken reader ? It can be the avatar or a random reader, however you prefer

ps: I looove your writing, you’re a blessing to the community

And congrats on getting to your new school 🥳

omg you're so sweet thank you for your kind words! I'm glad I can make a couple people's day with my writing bc I'm def not the best at it.

Funnily enough, if you are shy/soft-spoken, Ed wouldn't hold it against you.

If anything, he does change his demeanor around you.

Your timidness reminds him of the living experiments he's freed in the past, all of which were scared and hesitant around other people too.

So he tries to find a middle ground when interacting with them because of his temper.

And it ended up forcing him to be patient with people with your personality.

Those he considered to be his close friends, had varying degrees of timidness, and they gradually opened up to him over the years. So he knew where to thread when accommodating your needs.

But learning this was still very new to him, so he might sound a bit mean when he tells you to speak up because he can't hear you.

He does want to know what's on your mind and will tell everyone to shut up so you can have the floor.

Your shyness is also why he won't initiate anything romantic unless you do it.

He's going on your terms, so he wants you to make that first step in the relationship.

He didn't think you would until you pulled him in for a kiss during a movie marathon.

And it actually made him freeze.

Not because he wasn't used to this type of affection, but because he didn't think the relationship would ever go this far.

So he guessed this was your way of making it official.

When you two go on dates, he makes sure to pick a spot that isn't full of people, like a corner booth or a record store at night.

Maybe you had other forms of communication other than talking, like listening to music. You would share your headphones with him as you sat in the train station, watching people pass by.

Or maybe you communicated with your fist like he does.

Just because you're shy doesn't mean he thinks you're weak.

Like he said, his friends, who are strong fighters, were shy in the past too. So Ed doesn't compare your demeanor to your strength.

Either way, he gets to see your true personality when you warm up to him.

He won't reject any physical affection you initiate because he knows you have been contemplating whether to do it in your head.

So he just rolls with it.

You may have cues he's picked up on when you don't want to interact with people.

Like the slight tremble of your hands or when you advert your eyes to the ground.

Ed would speak in your place if you didn't want to talk to anyone. But he still checks to see if you're fine with it.

He finds solace in the small intimate moments he has with you behind closed doors. For example, tending to his wounds.

He would hiss in pain when you wiped an alcohol pad along his split lip.

You squeaked a quick apology before going back to address the rest of his wounds.

He likes being close to you, especially when your fingers gently graze his skin.

You didn't give him a lecture because he got into another street brawl like Falke does. Or berate him for letting the other person land so many hits on him like his old man.

You both just sat in comforting silence as you cleaned him up.

He doesn't let people get close to him, much less let them touch him. But since you were, he doesn't flinch at your touch when you show him affection because your movements are slow and gentle.

Ed would let you rest your head on his chest when you two lie down in bed and run his fingers along your back, as he listened to your quiet breaths.

Having downtime to relax like this puts him at ease after coming back from kicking those Shadaloo wannabe's asses.

He does get protective over you because it's people with your personality type that get taken advantage of the most.

And he wouldn't put it past others to do just that if they knew how you would react. Or if you would even react at all.

Ed wouldn't just sweep your feelings under the rug if he knew something was affecting you this much.

So if he sees that someone isn't letting up on you, he'll tell them to back off.

He'll pull you closer with an arm around your waist and say "Hey, don't you have anything better to do? Unless you came here wanting to start something." And it should be more than enough to make them back down with their tail between their legs.

Yeah he sometimes gives you shit for it, but that doesn't mean anyone else can.

But don't get him wrong, he won't hold your hand all the time when you need to speak up for yourself. He'll give you the reins and sit back.

Ed knows you aren't the best in social situations, but he still wants to let you try and experience things on your own.

And if he sees you starting to get uncomfortable, he will step in.

He doesn't think there's anything wrong with you being shy, if anything, at least he knows you're not associating yourself with the wrong crowd. But if you do want to break out of your shell, Ed will find ways to make you do things on your own.

Because as your boyfriend he wants to see you grow into your own person and not regret the life you have with him.

[rocketqueen1989x]

Love to love

🤍Axl rose / reader🤍

⚠️please read the warnings before you read and if you feel uncomfortable please click off now ,thank you :3

warnings : fluff + age gap + mentions of stress + mentions of miscarrying a child + reader also has a child with Axl + mentions of arguments and having a break from partner

axl-62

y/n- 35

📍:California

⏰: 6:07pm

2023

***

Right now me , axl , our 3 year old son were in the studio

oh and slash and duff are here too

he’s currently working on a song with Michael schenker and his band.

the lyrics have been done for a couple of months but now axl is about to do the vocals , sing them and record

apparently he wrote these in February of this year and it’s now November 2023

he wrote these when me and him had a bit of a break from our marriage. we didn’t get a divorce or anything .

no no no

we just had a break and had some time apart. the reason why is because I miscarried our baby in December and we both couldn’t handle it , we were arguing a lot and the miscarriage broke axl apart

plus it wasn’t far on shiloh to see us argue like that

but we’re better than ever now. we got everything sorted just before he started the tour with guns n roses

A big smile was on my face as I watched my son ,shiloh blue rose standing at his fathers feet holding axl’s phone while watching paw patrol . his little hand was around axl’s leg as he leaned against him

Axl was talking to Michael as his hand was down on Shiloh’s head stroking his light ginger and wavy hair

his hair was getting so long. it needs cutting desperately. it’s going to his shoulders

honestly shiloh was like a mini version of axl. it’s like looking at axl when he was 3 years old

well expect from axl had shorter hair at Shiloh’s age

but their literally twins . the hair , the eyes , the face shape , the lips , the nose , his humour , his smile ,his facial expressions and his personality

literally everything was Axl. it was adorable

my eyes moved to axl and i watched his every move

He looked so handsome and beautiful

he had on a plain black shirt and some red shorts with his nike shoes on. his cross necklaces dangled from his neck and bounced on his chest every time he took a step or moved

Axl started to walk over to me and Shiloh climbed on my lap shoving axl’s phone in my face ,showing me one of his favourite cartoons off paw patrol

“I’ll be a few minutes “ axl said looking down at me before leaning down and pecking my lips softly

i smiled watching him walk away and in the booth getting ready “do you want to listen ?” Michael handed me some headphones and I nodded grabbing them with a smile

i put them on as I sat in the chair with shiloh on my lap now looking at Axl on the other side of the glass

“daddy ?” shiloh mumbled looking at me and pointing

i nodded with a smile “yeah it’s daddy” I smile happily stroking his finger hair back from his forehead. his bright blue eyes looked into mine as they got wider and softened

Shiloh turned back waving at Axl which Axl retuned with a smile making us both giggle

the intro started and I smiled looking at Axl then back down at shiloh who had his eyes on his father the whole time

that’s when axl’s voice filled my ears making me immediately look up at him through the window

“Oh it’s been too many times and I go back”

his voice sounded so good

what ?

i know he’s been having trouble with his voice lately and to be honest he’s been getting shit for it online

i mean he is 62 … he’s not going to sound like how he did 20 , 30 or 40 years ago

i smiled looking at him in thr booth ,headphones on and his eyes were closed just taking the music all in

“night bars , guitars , rundown motels like shacks “

I looked down at Shiloh and the phone was off now completely as he watched in ‘awe’

you could tell he absolutely adored his father. it was everything to me and of course Axl

“what it mounts up to i domt wanna know at all , I lost you and I need you today “

as sung the words hit me with love and a bit of sadness as I remembered he wrote these lyrics when had our couple of months away from each other

While the words flowed out of his mouth freely ,axl opened his eyes and immediately looked in my direction sending me a light smile making shiloh start waving again

I could see slash beside me out of the corner of my eye and smile softly down at Shiloh

there was little guitar and then he sun softly but more highly

“ Misty green and blue “

It sent shivers down my spine. I’ve never got this feeling ever. I can sit for hours , watch and hear him sing along to songs of his own or even other musicians and I love it

but this. it was different

i felt so raw and real

and it’s the way his eyes haven’t moved from me or shiloh in the past 40 seconds

“love to love to love you “

I felt shiloh climb up on my lap and stood up as I held him tightly. he stood up to get a better view of axl and he started to wave again

“shiloh “ I giggled softly putting his arm down making sure he doesn’t distract

he carried on singing and it was so beautiful. I felt quiet emotional which was very weird because I don’t really get emotional that quickly

“to be something, to be with you “

his eyes follwed to mine and he looked straight at me. my heart melted and it felt warm inside

it sounded so fucking good

“don’t say that you’ll never know , love to love to love you “

As it kicked in it hit more heavier and powerful

there was a long guitar part and it gave me goosebumps making me smile widely as I watched my husband

he looked so in tuned with it. Axl was nodding his head to the beat and his finger tapped on the side of his headphones while his eyes were closed just listening

soon the guitar part was over and he started to continue to see the next part

for the past 2 weeks he’s been saying to me the after the guitar solo means a lot to him and it’s very deep

nobody knows that expect from me apparently. there a big meaning behind the lyrics so hopefully I catch on what he’s talking about

I let out a nervous breath and Shiloh sat back down going back on the phone

“Half of the time it could seem funny , the other half was too sad “

mhmm. i wonder what he’s talking about

“This west bound moon they rise and fall “

i looked up at him from my lap and he was looking directly at me as he continued and began to sing the other words

i could slightly hear his rasp coming through a little

“I lost you and I need you here today, Misty green and blue , love to love to love you “

axl repeated and I gave him a little smile hue he didn’t flash me one back

he had this expression on his face that I couldn’t read it but I seen he gulped and looked away from me

i adjusted the headphones and turned it up at the side making it louder and I held them tighter to my head

“to be something , to be near you “

I looked up at him through the glass separating us and he looked at me for a split second then he closed his eyes and I felt the emotion in his voice

i could feel myself getting more and more weaker as the song went on and his voice came on again in my ears

“I don’t know where I’m goin’ to “

that right here brought tears to my eyes and I couldn’t help but let one tear roll down my cheek

“I tried and I need you to stay”

axl belted out and his rasp came out as he sung long and in an high pitched type of tone

i felt every emotion in him travel into my ears and into my body.

another tear left my eye and went down my cheek slowly but I quickly wiped it away making sure nobody saw but I’m pretty axl noticed

an hour later we left and we had to go home early because of Shiloh anyways. he was getting all whiny because it was past his bedtime

but now I was just finishing wiping down the counter tops with the cloth but that’s until I felt somebody stood behind me

i just saw the dark tall shadow loom over me but I could just tell it was axl but the the outline of his shadow gave it away anyways

I could hear his soft breaths hit the back of my neck and his long tatted arms wrapped around my waist pulling me back to his chest and he leaned his face further down to peck my cheek over and over softly

his little pecks of love warmed my heart and a big but soft smile was now painted on my face

he didn’t say anything and just continued to peck my cheek and a few seconds later he whispered

“I love you “

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

New Rule: Dear Chappell Roan... | Real Time with Bill Maher

And finally, New Rule: To mark the October 7th anniversary, we must launch a campaign to educate young Americans about the Middle East. And the way I'd like to begin that process is by addressing an open letter to Chappell Roan.

Now, to those viewers who aren't watching this while also looking at their phones, let me explain. Chappell Roan is not the name of one of Tru.mp's golf courses, she's actually a great new recording artist who, like a Hezbollah pager, is really blowing up. In just a few months, she went from a struggling artist to getting three billion plays on Spotify. Netting her almost 11 cents.

But here's what caught my eye. She seems like a Gen Zer who can be reached, because I saw her on TMZ say: "it's like, obviously, fuck the policies of the right. But also, fuck some of the policies on the left." That sounds like something I would say!

She also said, "I think it's important that people use critical thinking. I think it's important for me to… question myself… question my algorithm, question: is some person that tweeted something about someone else even true?" Preach, queer ally, preach.

But then we get to Israel, and Chappell, this is where we must put to the test your pledge to use critical thinking and to question whether what you're reading on social media is true. Because it isn't. There's a whole history of the Middle East that you and your fans aren't hearing about. So, why don't you let me be your spirit guide through this?

But before I do, let me tell you a little about myself, since you may have no idea who I am, considering that when this show went on the air you were barely old enough to be told you were in the wrong body. So, my name is Bill Maher, I'm 35. I've been to all of Diddy's freak-off parties, and I work at the same place as Euphoria. In fact, she's right down the hall. My TikTok handle is "B-Nasty" and I go live every Friday night with the anime filter on, and I once won a smoke-off against Willie Nelson, Woody Harelson and Snoop. Okay, that one's true.

But, no, look the truth be told, I'm a baby boomer, I remember phone-booths and cars with ashtrays and vaginal sex. And I didn't learn about the Middle East from TikTok, which is a Chinese company whose totalitarian government would just love to have America's youth hating America. That's some of that algorithm stuff you say you want to look into.

Now, first off, the fact that you don't know much history isn't your fault. You live in the United States where the schools stop doing that whole "teaching facts" thing a while ago. But getting all your history from TikTok is like getting all your calories from Hostess.

I know you're moved by what you see on there, we all are. The dead Palestinian bodies. But it's odd that your generation didn't seem nearly as moved by the Jewish bodies on October 7th. You killed at Coachella this year, but when Hamas kills at a music festival it's a whole other thing. Doesn't the sight of so many young women raped at a music festival make it a little personal? My guess is that Gen Z hearts are hardened by the propaganda you see on TikTok, which likes to call the Jews "colonizers." But colonizers are intruders who have no history in an area, like when Spain conquered the Mayans. Or when your mom took over Facebook.

When the Dutch took over South Africa, they had no history to the land, they just wanted it. But Israel is the Jews homeland. And Jews have always lived there, I cap you not. You can look it up. It's in this book called The Bible, which is horribly wrong about sex ed, slavery, science and cooking, but the archaeology checks out. It says the Jews built a temple with a really big wall seven centuries before Muhammad or Islam ever existed, and sure as shit, you can still go there and touch it. Calling Jews colonizers in Israel is like calling Native Americans colonizers here. It's ridiculous.

Chappell, did you know that for 2,000 years, Palestine was like an Uber driver with a three star rating? Nobody wanted it. And there was never any Arab country called "Palestine." It was an orphan province, and if you ask people what they thought about it back then, they'd say it gave them the ick.

But after World War II, and after the Jews were very nearly wiped out by an actual attempted genocide, they decided it was time for their historic homeland to be an actual country so that for once they could defend themselves.

And the UN - we like them, right? Yeah, they agreed, and voted a country for each of the indigenous peoples. One side agreed to that. But the Arabs had a slightly different proposal. They said, "how about we keep it all and wipe you out?"

Chappell, if you think it was repressive growing up queer in the midwest, try the Mid East. You're a female drag queen and you sing, "I fucked you in the bathroom when we went to dinner, your parents at the table." Yeah, that wouldn't fly in Gaza. Although you would, straight off a roof. The same goes for, "knee deep in the passenger seat and you're eating me out." Yeah, my guess is the morality police would figure out that one's not about the drive-thru and kill your featherboa wearing ass. You know when you sing that LA is where "boys and girls can all be queens every single day"? You're welcome, but offer not good in the West Bank.

Chappell, you're not wrong that oppression is bad or that Palestinian and many other Muslim populations are oppressed and deserve to be freed. You just have it completely ass-backwards as to who is doing the oppressing. Hamas is a terrorist mafia that took over Gaza. The Revolutionary Guard is a terrorist mafia that took over Iran. ISIS is a terrorist mafia that took over Iraq. The Taliban is a terrorist mafia that took over Afghanistan. These are the oppressors and when you make it all about Israel, you take the pressure off of them. You enable them.

The Iranian regime has killed 600 protesters after a 22-year-old woman died in police custody following her arrest for the crime of wearing her head covering incorrectly. Just to be clear, that's your team. Iran is who sponsors Hamas and Hezbollah. Are you sure this is who you want to throw down with?

Meryl Streep spoke at the UN recently and said this about the Taliban, who are only slightly more conservative than your heroes in Hamas. She said, "today in Kabul a female cat has more freedoms than a woman. A cat may go sit on her front stoop and feel the sun on her face. She may chase a squirrel into the park. A squirrel has more rights than a girl in Afghanistan today… A bird may sing in Kabul, but a girl may not." You're a singer and you're advocating for a place and a culture you would never want to live under.

Gender may not be binary, but right and wrong kind of is.

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https://www.nationsreportcard.gov/ushistory/results/achievement/

Baseline: NAEP Proficient

And this is just US History. Now consider proficiency in World History.

Having watched the full video, I've come to the conclusion that Chappell Roan is a window-licking weapons-grade ignorant moron. What's more concerning is that her fans will uncritically parrot her ignorant, ahistorical politics just because they like her music.

https://www.ancient-origins.net/history/black-sheep-empire-actors-actresses-ancient-rome-0010292

The ancient Greeks loved the theater and ancient Greek actors enjoyed a position of eminence and respect. In contrast, although entertainment and drama were similarly adored in Ancient Rome, theater performers were often demeaned by the upper-class society and also perceived as morally unclean.

We need to go back to this.

[scarlettaagni]

I'm assuming you reblogged the 'send me a character' thing with intent, so I will ask about. Cyclonus! please : 3

ye ye! I guess I'll refer to G1 (cartoon) Cyclonus by large

favorite thing about them: the most nuanced bitch this side of the cartoon! Decepticons constantly pull themselves down by only looking out for themselves and being conniving little shits to each other instead of only their enemies (and that's the point) but here you have a complete inversion, a Decepticon (second-in-command, no less) who is LOYAL. not only loyal, but selfless, by their standards?? nothing matters to Cyclonus beyond Galvatron, the Decepticon cause, and combat. he should be a force of nature but is rendered inert by an incapable leader because he just wants to follow. He's a warrior first and foremost but he gets to basically be in charge and isn't dumb muscle, e.g. he knows psychology (or at least how to work a crowd). Cyclonus is one year old and yet feels like he personally met Roman gladiators or something, he's great. A character of visible, textual multitudes in the G1 cartoon, which was notoriously allergic to nuance

least favorite thing about them: bro, the character assassination, like in Headmasters anime or the comics. I know by and large the Decepticons are dumb as hell, but I get like personally offended when chars are just dumbed the hell down for the sake of a joke or to facilitate the plot. If you have to do that, just pick more-fitting character or come up with a justification, fr. you'd think watching G1 five times in a row would inoculate me to this, but no. (for the record, his weird amplified cowardice I'm counting as stupidity) This doesn't apply to like, gag manga, that's the whole point of them

least favorite thing about them pt 2: that last answer felt like cheating so I guess while I like both demon and final designs, I hate how held back his final design is! I joke about the Unicronian legs being fine af, but he had curvier legs and they took them away. His neck is blank and featureless, so is his face. He looks fine this way, but there were so many interesting details they could have kept even when making him look more uniform with previous character designs. I guess I can thank AKOM for once, for letting us see his old design in motion lol

favorite (serious) line: damn. if I gotta pick? I guess for characterization: [out of breath] "It has been too long since I had an opponent that was worthy of my FULL attention..." or alternatively, "Galvatron...!" said like Roger C. Carmel is crying in the sound booth purely just for the line delivery

favorite (silly) line: "Everybody's gotta be somewhere..." [casually waltzes past a guy Scourge just roundhoused through a screen]

brOTP: I used to joke that Cyclonus and Scourge are at most drinking buddies to me, and I learned that's literally how they met in IDW

OTP: G1? CycMags. The rituals are intricate. It's about the symmetry. Two second-in-commands, more competent than their not-up-to-the-task leaders, the Soldier and the Warrior. They pointedly unname each other. They get petty when they're in the same space together. Cyclonus saved Ultra Magnus' life so that he could end it himself. He's sure he'll win but is perfectly open to Magnus ending him. Cyclonus views him as an equal, and despite the attempts on each other's lives, that is what makes it healthier than...

NOTP: Cyclonus/Galvatron. he's down so bad but it's obviously one-sided. he can do MUCH better, he just doesn't want to. Cyclonus won't consider any other options...... unless

random headcanon: he's prone to parroting. if someone uses a particular word or phrase, he'll use it in a sentence soon after, and phrased exactly the same way too. then it just becomes part of Cyclonus' vocabulary forever. which is how you get a guy who uses words like "vanquish" and "insolent" also saying things like "wimps" and "losers"

unpopular opinion: I'm so not with the silly ear interpretation of his horns. It's cute, and I'll make some jokey references to it, or have characters refer to them as such (derisively) but I'm insistent that they're horns. He's based off a demon, the Unicronians are clearly made in Unicron's image, they're horns. I'm a bigger fan of the wings swiveling up and down

song i associate with them: this is more of a song for all the Unicronians as a group, but I just like this one

favorite picture of them: there's some silly ones I already shared but I might as well pick one he looks really good in

in short: I like the him a normal, healthy amount

[frogcoven99]

My Thoughts on Wish 💫💜🌳🐐🫧

⚠️SPOILERS AHEAD⚠️

FUCK I’M SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG

First of all, this review is dedicated to that one Wish stan on Twitter who said I have "no media literacy" when I tried to say that Magnifico wasn’t really threatening, but wasn’t trying to start off a big fight or anything.

I hope that person is having a wonderful day, and I hope this review proves that I do actually have media literacy 🥰🥰

Now, back to the film:

I really wanted to like this movies guys. A film about the origins of the wishing star sounded amazing!

And after I saw the film TWICE in theaters, I was in love. I thought surely my opinion wouldn’t change.

But…the more I thought about the movie, the worst it got.

For example, the songs. I don’t think I need to explain to you guys why "I let you live for free and I don’t even charge you rent" and "throw caution to every warning sign" and "watch out world here I are" DO NOT WORK.

I don’t blame the songwriters for this, because I’m sure they are very talented people.

But they were clearly not the people who should have been in charge of the music.

Not to mention the fact that Julia Michaels was given TWO WEEKS to write “This Wish”….

The Characters

Asha 💜

I like Asha’s design enough, like her braids. But her personality is as bland as a scoop of vanilla ice cream (jk, vanilla ice cream is goated).

Lots of people have complained that the “adorkable” leading lady trope has worn out its welcome.

I used to disagree since those “quirky” characters were some of my favorites (Like Rapunzel, Mirabel, and Moana), but Asha has definitely reached my limit with them.

Rapunzel, Anna, Moana, and Mirabel all feel like distinct characters from each other (yeah stfu ModernGurlz), but Asha feels like an imitation of them, like the cheap Walmart version.

And she’s not really interesting either, she has a passion for art, but the film doesn’t do anything with it. In fact, nothing about her feels genuine. She feels so hollow and like she only has two personality traits: Quirky and the protagonist.

Like, during “This Wish” (which is probably the worst Disney “I want” song ever) I never felt connected with her. It just felt like, oh this is the Disney “I want” song because this is a Disney movie.

I didn’t understand what Asha wanted, “something more for us than this”? Okay…what about you? What do you want?

With all the other Disney “I want” songs, I could feel a connection and what the character wanted.

So yeah, Asha is probably the worst protagonist in the modern era of Disney. At least in terms of writing.

And while I did say I like her design, I prefer her concept arts.

King Magnifico 🫧

Chris Pine seems like he is having a blast in the recording booth, and I gotta say his performance was pretty good. But it wasn’t enough to save this character :/

So, the main problem with his character is that I can kinda agree with him on the whole wishes thing. But, I also barely found him threatening.

The most threatening things he does in this movie is crush a bunch of balls (that’s what she said) that make people feel sad and chain everyone to the ground.

Not only that, Magnifico’s use of his magic is SO LAME! Another major reason I was never intimated by him is because he never did anything really scary or threatening with his magic, all he could do was create giant hands and chain people up. Like…ok? Is that all you got? Really? 😑

Also, I don’t think I need to tell you that his villain song SUCKS ASS. You know it, everyone knows it. I’m not getting into it. Go listen to a real villain song like "Hellfire" or “Friends on the other side" instead.

As for the other characters, I don’t have much to say about them unlike Asha and Magnifico.

Star ⭐️

The Star was really really cute, even tho they were just a Luma/marketable plushie. And also REALLY reminds me of a squish mallow, am I the only one who sees that?

I should definitely mention how he was originally gonna be a StarBoy, but we’ll get to that later don’t you worry. That is a VERY important element in our discussion.

The Other Characters This Movie Has

Amaya is so BORING! She barely has a character outside of being the queen and Magnifico’s wife, she was just…there. You could remove her from the movie with very little tweaking and nothing would change.

I would’ve preferred it if she was also a villain like Magnifico, which WAS originally in the script. But like StarBoy, that is something we will get to later.

The Teens are fine, but really forgettable. I like how they are all based off the Seven Dwarves, that’s cute. But it feels like they didn’t have any character outside of that.

Yeah, Dahlia is Asha’s bestie, but there wasn’t enough scenes between them to show me their dynamic to make me feel like their friendship was genuine.

Simon ended up snitching out on Asha and betraying the Teens in the middle, but I literally couldn’t have cared less because what do we know about this guy other than he’s sleepy and gave his wish to Magnifico?

As for the other Teens, just like Amaya, they could’ve been removed from the script and barely anything would change. The grumpy one had some sassy moments, and he’s voiced by Harvey Guillén (Perrito’s VA) so that’s something I guess. The shy one had this one gag that had comedic potential, but wasn’t really expanded.

And as for the other Teens…uh…I can’t remember a single thing they did honestly.

And then there’s Valentino…fuck that goat man. 😑 I love Alan Tudyk and his roles in other (better) Disney movies, but yeah Valentino is definitely my least favorite role he’s ever done.

All of his jokes were unfunny, and were mostly butt jokes. Which is probably my least favorite form of comedy ever that I cannot stand for the life of me.

Speaking of which, this movie just was not funny. None of the jokes made me laugh or chuckle or even smile.

Raya and the Last Dragon is a Disney movie that I really don’t like, but there were some jokes that got a chuckle or smile out of me. Wish didn’t even have ONE good joke.

Uhh…Asha’s grandpa was build up as someone important but he just peaces out in the middle of the movie with Asha’s mom, who did not do a single thing other than a ball getting shattered making her sad.

And that’s all the characters in this movie.

Legacy Nods, why they do not work

Alright, what else is there to talk about?

Maybe the endless amount of Disney references? I get it’s the 100th anniversary film and all and Disney has had Hidden Gems like that in their films. But the difference is the ones in previous films were subtle and hidden in the background, and it would probably take you a rewatch to see it.

But in Wish? They all feel shoved down your throat. It’s like: “HEY REMEMBER THIS MOVIE??" “REMEMBER THAT??” “DON’T YOU WANNA WATCH THAT MOVIE???” It’s so exhausting.

When I heard the movie was gonna have “legacy nods” as they liked to call it, I was excited and thought it would be so much fun to point them all out and to pay closer attention to the background.

But instead every nod was thrown at my face and was heavily obvious. Disappointing 😔

The Animation

Let’s get to the animation now. It’s probably (one of) the most discussed things about this movie, especially when the teaser first dropped last year.

Lots of people were complaining it looks like a Disney Junior show or Ai and said it looks unfinished. Even one of my best friends who was just as excited for this movie as I was admitted it looked weird.

At first, I loved this art style and thought it was beautiful. And I was determined it would look even more beautiful on the big screen.

And now? I…actually still like it. I definitely don’t hate it, and thinks it gets some getting used to. I think it’s actually kinda pretty.

Apparently it’s supposed to be watercolor and combined with 2D animation, which is neat.

But compared to the films like the Spider Verse films or Puss In Boots 2, yeah it’s not the best.

I personally would’ve preferred it if the film was in 2D, Disney’s 100th anniversary would’ve been a PERFECT time to return 2D animation! But, nope 😒

Yeah it’s bad, but…

I know I’m making it seem like I hate this movie, but I really don’t. I’m disappointed in it more than anything.

If anything, I’m thankful this movie was still made.

Why?

Well, easy.

It allowed many people to be able to tell their own version of the story.

I’m sure we’ve all heard of StarBoy and the cut Evil Amaya.

And yeah, these concepts could’ve made this movie 1000x better.

But because of these concepts, so many amazing people have been given the opportunity to rewrite the movie and give amazing stories.

I have read so many wonderful Wish rewrites, which are so much better than the film.

At the end of the today, Wish is a bad movie.

But, I’m glad it exists.

Without it, we wouldn’t have gotten so many amazing stories.

I’m gonna give Wish a 4/10, still bad, but I appreciate its existence for the rewrites alone.

[tempkiriri]

Tiger & Bunny Week (Day 1)

Technically I'm late but uhhhhhhhhhhhhh

April 2: Favorite Character, Episode, Movie, and/or Song

Most people seem to be doing them all, but I'll be skipping movie since there's only 2 of them.

Favourite Character:

MY CRINGEFAIL SON IVAN!!!! I relate to him immensely, even his dynamic with Edward I'd say I can somewhat relate to with someone in my life. It's uncanny. He tries his best to be outgoing but anxiety and self esteem issues sure are fucking bitches, so he can only really do it behind a mask. Even in S2 whilst his whole outlook may have taken a bit of a rollback, that's honestly realistic, not everyone can just keep marching and continuously improving themselves, there are setbacks and holes you can fall into at times. I wish we knew more about his personal life beyond his backstory of getting bullied as a child + what vague stuff we have of his hero academy days, a lot of heroes suffer from this, however. His passion for his hobbies is also just like me. He's cringe but he is free, just like many of us wish to be. Runner up is Keith I love the Autistic dog man

Favourite Episode:

I gotta go with Sky's The Limit. The title is a very OH GEE WHOS FOCUS EPISODE IS THIS kind but genuinely it doesn't prepare you for the content. There's a wholeass lore drop, an intense fight scene with a robot, and of course Keith being Keith. It also puts into focus just how much pressure heroes are put under when it comes to the rankings, and second place apparently not being enough for Poseidon Line is a very corporate reality. It's go big or go home. The ending is also like OH MY GOD IM CRYING???? Like, we know Cis isn't very capable of behaving like a human, but Keith doesn't realise she's not human at all, he treats her as any other person and falls harder than an anvil for her despite their short time in contact. It makes me think that Cis had a potential to be something, someone more than she was initially made for. And these two are a bit of a guilty pleasure ship that me and like 2 other people in the west side seem to ship and yes I will be taking those "Keith is still lowkey in love with her even in S2 era" crumbs thank you-

Favourite Song:

Oh shit this is where it gets tricky. I have so many, so I'll split it into categories:

OP: Earth Diver ED: Pilot Character Song: GHHHAAAAAA DONT MAKE ME CHOOOOOSE Other supplementary Song: Orion Wo Nazoru Hero Cover

I can't really put to words for Earth Diver, but I really like how it starts and kinda soothes you into the song before it really kicks. The lyrics are also very passionately sung.

I really like the calmer tone of Pilot and even though the explicitness of the shippyness isn't as heavy as Aida, the subtlety honestly fits them more. The credits themselves are also just beautiful; the visual aspect of them hits immensely hard in ep 14 especially since you saw what could happen to their suits in the fight the episode prior, and they're both no longer in their prime. Closing it out as they stare at the sunset makes me emotional and Proud Fiesta I love you but goddamn why did you return for Episode 25 that was a fucking mood killer I stg.

I love a lot of the character songs, with the ones from Best Of Hero very enjoyable romps, especially Mikirezakura and Thanks and Thanks Again, the energy these two songs have makes you wanna coreograph something. Some other highlights are POWER OF JUSTICE and Aaa Hero Suit. (Also Hidden Heroism actually kinda sucks it tries to be Mikirezakura 2 and thus loses out on an identity of its own which is very disappointing).

I love the harmony of the heroes cover of Orion, I can really picture them all in recording booths singing next to each other...who's the cheering guy, though? I've listened to this cover so many times and the line the cheering guy seemingly sings just sounds like Hirata's Kotetsu, I don't get it. I get wanting to balance the lyrics between groups and characters evenly but that was an awkward way to do it.