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Horror Movies Pt. 2 | Neil Lewis x fem!reader

Summary: She shares a special passion for horror movies with her boss, Neil Lewis. But it doesn't end there, she also shares his secrets... or at least the ones he can keep himself. He's been keeping one from her but maybe a night of adventure will break the silence and scare them to their senses.

Warnings: Drinking, semi-public sex, boss/employee relationship, struggles with self-image, spying, invasion of privacy, slight disrespect for the dead, smut, moments of miscommunication and assumed consent, unprotected sex, oral, and some fluff.

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Lady Grinning Soul- David Bowie 🎶

Freak- Lana Del Rey 🎵

Minors do not interact!

“What are you doing, Neil?” She whispered, not wanting to trespass.

“Having a little adventure since our act of chivalry was all for naught.” He shrugged and smiled goofily.

“You want to play golf?” She looked between the dark green and Neil’s face.

“Nah, not golf.”

She stared at him for a little while longer before ducking beneath the fence. He followed her and they started to cross the green, looking up at the star studded sky.

“The stars are so pretty tonight.” She pointed up at the clusters of twinkling lights.

“Wait until you see what I have to show you.” He smiled mischievously and took her wrist. He pulled her across the golf course and through the connecting gate.

“Where are we now?” She looked around and noticed the distant groupings of headstones. “Are we in a cemetery?”

“Bingo.” Neil laughed and let her wrist go, running ahead a little. The graveyard was cool and still, surrounded on all sides by tall shrubbery. They climbed the short hill up onto the main stretch of green, walking alongside the grave markers.

“This feels like the beginning of a horror movie.” She recalled Neil’s previous statement from the morning and he laughed.

“I like to come here at night. It’s so peaceful and I like to look at the people’s names. It helps put my life into perspective.” He led her to a small mausoleum beside a weeping willow and swiped his arm across his forehead.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” He gestured around and she nodded.

“It really is but… what does this have to do with the bra?”

“Ah, well since you can’t use it and Nancy doesn’t want it back, I thought we could leave it as an offering… here.”

“Who do you want to give it to?”

“Someone who died the same day that one of us was born.” He stated as he had already begun looking. She helped him and they passed the lines of headstones, checking each name for their respective birth and death dates. They wandered through a few plots until they found a secluded embankment. There was an older headstone with Neil’s birthday listed as the person’s death date.

“Here.” Neil pointed to the numbers on the stone and smiled up at her from the ground where he was crouched. She joined him on the ground and nodded. “Edgar Allen… that’s almost too weird. It must be a fake name. Edgar Allen? He just needs a ‘Poe.’”

She trailed her fingers over his name and nodded.

“So, how do we do this?”

“What, are you saying that you’ve never left an expensive bra at a dead person’s grave?” He joked and she almost laughed out loud when he put his hand over her mouth, shushing her with a smile.

“You’ll wake the dead.” He whispered and she smiled against his hand, her eyes boring into his. She hoped that her eyes were telling him what she wanted or how happy she was to be with him, even if it was in a fucking cementary. He removed his hand slowly and cleared his throat. Sweat coating his forehead, trapping a few strands of his longer dark hair.

“We, uh, let’s just drape it over the headstone.” He put the bra over the long rectangular top of the stone.

“We should say a few words.” She offered and cleared her throat quietly, “May I?” She glanced over at him. Neil was staring at her, his lips parted partly.

“Uh, er, yeah. Of course.” He sniffed and looked back at the headstone.

“Mr. Allen, we leave you this offering in hopes that you will bestow upon us the grace of your guidance and experience. Inspire us to be brave and forward with our… desires,” she couldn’t think of a better word, “Help us imagine ways of living our lives to the fullest.” She added. When she glanced over, Neil was nodding almost absentmindedly.

“Give us a little adventure in our lives, Edgar.” He clarified.

“Mhmm.” She hummed in agreement and they waited in silence for a few minutes, taking in the serene peacefulness of the graveyard.

“If this were a horror movie, we would be-” She broke the silence but the force of Neil’s body cut her off. He’d kissed her, his hands snaking behind her head and pulling her into an aggressive kiss. She pulled away breathlessly, he was panting too.

“What-” She started.

“I’m sorry, christ. I thought you were… sending me a signal.” He stumbled over his words.

“You thought I was asking you to make a move on top of someone’s grave?” She raised a suspicious eyebrow and he chuckled, embarrassed.

“I don’t know what I was thinking. I just… oh I don’t know.” He trailed off and stood, putting his hands back into his pocket and turning away from the grave. She followed him quickly.

“What, Neil?” She stumbled after him, up the embankment. He spun around and held a hand against his head.

“I just… I thought that lately there was something different between us.” He looked away.

“Neil…” she frowned and fought the anger in her voice, “you just fucked someone last night. I don’t know if I should believe anything that you’re saying right now.” She crossed her arms across her chest and looked up at the sky.

“I, well we didn’t actually… have sex.” He mumbled.

“What do you mean?” She raised her eyebrow.

“God, this is so fucking embarrassing,” he pulled down on his face and trilled his lips.

“What, what is it?” He nearly smiled, finding him too funny to take seriously.

“Well, she came into the store right before closing last night and put on this whole act about which movie to pick… kind of like the girl in the store today. I told her to pick Arsenic and Old Lace… yada yada yada, she ends up flirting and leaning over the counter, batting her eyelashes at me. I’ll admit that I succumbed to her but as soon as she got me on the couch, she started… eh slapping me and calling me a bad boy and look, I totally get kinks but it was a little too weird for me.”

“So what happened?” She encouraged him to go on and he looked back at her, his heart fluttering in his chest. He sighed and looked at his feet.

“We watched the movie and the whole time she wouldn’t stop talking, so she missed basically everything. And when the movie was over, she started kissing me and undressing herself. And when she got my pants down, I couldn’t get it up. So, that’s what happened.”

She gasped and immediately clamped a hand over her mouth.

“I’m sorry. It isn’t funny, Neil,” she apologized but he shook his head. “Whatever, go ahead and laugh. I don’t know how it happened but I just wasn’t attracted to her. I don’t need a girl who’s a film geek like me but I can’t stand people who just talk through a movie or pay absolutely no attention to what’s happening. There’s not point in putting it on if you’re not going to pay attention. And not to mention she looked-” He cut himself off and chucked.

“What?” She waited for him to finish but he shook his head.

“It’s silly.” He sniffed.

“We’ve already gotten this far, you might as well tell me.”

He cocked his head, staring at her face in the faded light of the crescent moon. He inhaled deeply and told her, point blank.

“She looked like you,” he took another breath, “she looked like you but she was nothing like you. I realized that I was only humoring her because she looked like you and for some reason, my subconscious had tricked me into thinking she was you. And after that, I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” He watched her for her reaction and she exhaled shakily, not knowing how to respond.

“What happened after that?” She asked quietly.

“I told her that it wasn’t a good night and she packed up. In the heat of the moment, she must have forgotten her bra but look,” he took a step closer, “that doesn’t mean our relationship needs to change. It's not like I’m in love with you or obsessed, I just realized that the person that I was really attracted to this whole time has been you.” He looked down into her eyes. “I didn’t have time to explain it this morning and I knew how it looked so…” He shrugged, “I actually haven’t slept with anyone in weeks. Ever since you got the haircut actually, I guess I haven’t stopped thinking about you whether or not I was conscious of it.”

“Jonathan asked me out.” Was all she could think to say and Neil chuckled lightly.

“That’s a minor detail.”

“He’s one of your best friends.”

“And because he’s one of my best friends, he’ll understand why I’m doing this.”

“What if I don’t like you back?” She narrowed her eyes, wanting to stand her ground a little longer. He took one more step closer, their feet almost touching and he leaned over slightly, his breath brushing her forehead.

“Do you like me?” He asked softly.

“I don’t know,” she lied. He brushed his lips against hers.

“Do you want to find out?” He teased her and her breath caught, nearly choking her. She couldn’t speak from the nerves paralyzing her, so she just nodded. He rubbed his lips against her lips, not kissing her yet. She brushed her nose against the soft spot of skin below his nose and above his lip, standing on the balls of her feet. Her hands came up and stopped midair, unsure how or where to touch him. Turning his head slightly to the side he kissed her. His hands went from the top of her thighs to her waist and then up to her neck, which he held in place while he moved his head to kiss her. He stood still and reciprocated his slow kisses as best as she could. She put her hands on the outside of his and wrapped her fingers around each wrist. He sucked on her lip and she let her head fall back, giving him a better angle. She stumbled back a little and he caught her in his arms, his lips never skipping a beat as he sucked her and explored her.

“Are we going to fuck in a graveyard?” She panted, pulling herself away from his hungry mouth. Neil smiled and looked around at the deserted cemetery, empty with the exception of the dead. He shrugged.

“Do you think they’ll hold it against us? Haunt us for the rest of our lives?” She smiled.

“Are you kidding? They’re probably dying for a show.” He cracked himself up over his own pun and she rolled her eyes affectionately. She kissed him again before he could make another joke and pulled him into the alcove of a mausoleum. There was a stone casket beside the mausoleum and they stumbled over to it, wordlessly deciding to fuck against it. He pressed her back up against the cold stone which felt amazing in the humid summer air. He groped her breasts and she slid a hand down Neil’s chest below the waistband of his jeans. She reached her hand into his underwear and took a hold of his hard cock. She smiled against his lips.

“It obviously wasn’t a problem this time, was it?” She teased and he groaned, looking up at the sky.

“No, no, it wasn’t.” He laughed breathlessly as she rubbed her hand down his length, twisting her palm at the end. He went back to kissing her but broke off to whine and pant occasionally as she jerked him off. She pulled her hand back out and spat on it before returning it back into his pants. She fondled his balls and squeezed them, making him gasp against her lips. He reached a hand up her camisole and wrestled his hand beneath her bra. He was definitely a breast man.

She removed her hand from his pants and pulled his pelvis against her by looping her fingers through his belt loops. With his free hand, Neil unbuttoned her jeans and unzipped the fly. She did the same for his jeans and turned around, sticking her butt against his hard crotch.

“Fuck…” Neil looked at her ass and felt himself get even harder. He pulled her back against him by holding her shoulder. He kissed her bare neck and carded his hands through her cropped hair. “You’re so beautiful.” He whispered and she sighed softly. At that moment, she felt infinitely beautiful, so beautiful that it would last a lifetime. He pulled down his pants slightly and glanced around before bending her over again. She pulled down her jeans and rubbed her underwear against him like before. She held her hands flat against the stone casket monument and opened her mouth, nearly moaning in anticipation of Neil’s cock inside her. He slowly rolled down her underwear, the hipster style that covered her butt. They were white, ironically.

Exposing her ass, he moaned and reached around to her cunt and rubbed her clit.

“God, fuck me already, Neil.” She pleaded and he nodded.

“Are you wet enough? I don’t have a condom.”

“I’m soaking wet, Neil. Don’t worry about the condom. It’s ok with me.”

“Ok, ok.” He smiled and spat on his hand, rubbing the saliva over her folds. Then he did it again, smearing his spit on his own cock. She gasped loudly when he pushed his tip inside her. He grabbed her hips and tried to stop himself from rutting into her.

“Fuck, go slow… you’re so big.” She whimpered and moaned as he slowly pushed further in. He gasped pitifully and resisted the urge to cum immediately like a schoolboy.

“Jesus, you feel so good.” He panted and watched as his cock went further inside her. She clutched her uterus, trying to allow him to enter her. He whined as she did so and gave a few tiny thrusts.

“Ah, ahh.” He moaned weakly and started to fuck her more regularly, feeling her walls begin to mold around him. “Oh fuck, its so good.” He pulled her hips against him with a harder thrust and she cried out softly, her hands sweating against the stone. As she became wetter, he slid in and out faster, hitting the bottom of her uterus each time.

“Jesus, Neil!” She moaned and pushed herself against him, wanting him further inside.

“I can’t go any farther, honey. You’re not big enough.” He whispered against her neck and continued to fuck her with the same primal sexuality as a dog in heat. She hummed to keep herself from screaming out.

“Fuck yes, this is so good.” He praised her and went faster, his pale legs shaking with pleasure. He felt like he was losing his virginity all over again, needing to come already and they had just started. He pulled out and spun her around to kiss her, his hand holding her chin up to reciprocate his kiss. He switched places with him and pushed him onto the ground where he was sitting on the grass. She kicked off her jeans and underwear, still in her shoes and socks and straddled him. He whimpered as she lowered herself onto him and sat completely on him. She shifted her hips back and forth, wanting him to stay completely inside her. His back was against the stone. When she started to feel her orgasm approaching he started to move up and down, snapping on top of his cock in quick movements that made them both cry out.

“Mmmm, fuck…” Neil panted and looked up at her, studying how her head fell back and her neck arched out towards him. He looked down and watched how her cunt took him, so wet that precum dribbled down his cock onto his pubic hair.

“Um, God, Neil, I’m gonna cum.” She panted and he smiled.

“Come here,” he wrapped his arms around her and turned her around again, laying her flat on her back on the grass and thrusted into her again. She gasped and clutched a handful of grass above her head. She wrapped her thighs around his waist and he sat on his knees, pulling her up to meet him. He fucked her hard and fast, pounding his pelvis against hers. The muscles in his butt clenched as he fucked her desperately. She covered her mouth and cried out in pleasure. She squirted but he continued to fuck her, chasing his own high.

“I’m so close.” He panted and ran his hand down her chin. She looked so beautiful below him, mouth still slightly agape in a pleasurable ‘O’ shape. “Fuck! Oh my God.” He cried and pulled out quickly so that he wouldn’t cum inside her. She rolled over and sucked him off, allowing him to fuck her throat weakly as he finally spilled him cum down her throat. She rolled her tongue around his cock and licked the tip as he pulled out, panting like he had just run a race. He collapsed beside her on the ground and laughed in disbelief. She laughed too, covering her face with her hands.

“Fucking hell.” She laughed into her hands. “That was the best I ever had,” she admitted and he smiled proudly.

“Honestly it was mine too, and my first time in a cemetery, I’ll admit.”

“What, you’re saying to don’t fuck all your girlfriends here?” She teased and he shook his head, rolling it side to side on the ground. A pleasant silence settled between them as they caught their breath. She tried to ignore the fact that she mentioned girlfriends. Neil flopped his head to the side and watched her, her long eyelashes fluttering as she blinked.

“Is that what you are now?” He asked.

“Am I what?”

“Are you my girlfriend now?” He clarified with a small smirk.

“Is that your way of asking me to be your girlfriend?” She laughed and looked away.

“No…” He rolled on top of her and kissed her all over her face, “this is my way of asking. Will… you… be… my… girlfriend?” He asked between feverish kisses. She giggled and propped herself up on her elbows, kissing him back. He slowed his kisses down and she pulled away with a happy sigh.

“I guess so.” She said finally and he raised his shoulder to his ears, looking around in childish glee.

“Oh, come on!” She pushed him playfully away and stood. He helped her change back into her clothes and they fixed their clothing. She combed through Neil’s hair with her fingers and nodded her approval. Neil looked down at his watch and nodded.

“The store opens in exactly seven hours, whatever will we do with our time?” He wrapped his arms around her, clamping her arms against her sides and kissing her neck.

“I have an idea.” She smiled around his kisses.

“What?”

“Take me home.”

“What if you’re a serial killer?” He faked a sense of suspicion.

“Then I guess we’ll just have to find out.” She teased and kissed him deeply, her index finger pressed against the hollow of his cheek.

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lunaloveskpop23 · 12 days

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Non-idol Hongjoong x reader

Summary: The reader gets an invitation from her ex-boyfriend to his wedding. She gets upset and tells her best friend Hongjoong. She gets the idea of fake dating with her best friend Hongjoong. But what happens when Hongjoong takes the task too seriously?

Warnings: The ex is an asshole. A bit of a suggestive scene. Wooyoung is a flirt towards the reader. BxB moments a little with Woosan. Vernon is a fake character I came up with for this story. He is not Vernon from Seventeen.

Genre: A little bit of angst. Fluff.

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"Ms. L/N, you have some mail." I look up and see my secretary, Lisa.

"Oh?" She hands me a letter.

"Thank you, Lisa." I say to her and she leaves.

I look at the letter and see it's from a familiar address. I get curious and open it. It's from my ex. Vernon. He's getting married and invited me?! What the hell?!

That jerk! Inviting me to the wedding and getting married to the woman you cheated on me with.

I throw that invitation on my desk and sigh. I put hands on my face. I hate him. I swear.

"Woah, stressed from work?"

I look up and see Hongjoong. My best friend. He and I have been best friends for years. Ever since high school. He is the boss at another company and our companies work together a lot. I trust him with everything and anything.

"Worse." I point towards the letter and he picks up the letter and reads.

He gets angry and throws the letter.

"That asshole has the audacity to do this to you! Say the word, I'll beat his ass."

"Hongjoong, no. He's not worth it." I tell him.

I rub my eyes.

"I don't even know what to do. What do you think I should do?" I ask.

"Don't go. Or go and beat his ass. Both are good options."

I giggle. He smiles at me.

"Now there's that giggle I know." He says softly.

I look at him and smile.

"You're so sweet. What would I do without you?"

"Hmmm live in a ditch."

I gasps and he laughs.

"Laugh one more time and I'll beat your ass." I tease.

"You know what, let's do something tonight. Get off early. We can go to my house and order food and watch bad comedy movies."

"That sounds incredible. Ok! I'll get off early."

"Then I'll pick you up at 5 sharp. Better not be working by then." He says seriously.

"Yes, sir!" I say playfully and he rolls his eyes and leaves.

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Five rolls around. I walk outside and see Hongjoong waiting for me.

"Right on time! Your carriage awaits, my lady." He says playfully.

I giggle.

"Why thank you, my good sir!"

I get into the car and he drives away. Thankfully, his house isn't that far from here.

He pulls up at his house and I see the mansion. We get out of the car.

We walk inside.

"I'll get you some comfortable clothes. You better not think about that ex." He says going upstairs. I roll my eyes and sit down on the couch.

I look around the living room as I wait for him.

"I hope you don't mind my David Bowie shirt." He says walking down the stairs and I noticed he changed into something comfortable.

"You know I don't. I introduced you to him!" I grab the clothes gently.

"Thank you, Hongjoong." I say and I go to the bathroom and change.

I come out and see the movie pulled up.

"I ordered some chicken and I got two movies for us, tonight!"

"Ohhh fun!!" I say and we start watching the movie.

As the night progressed, we ate and watched the first movie. As we watch the second movie, we are eating ice cream. The movie we are watching had a trope of Fake dating. Which got me an idea.

"Wait Hongjoong..."

He looks up and pauses the movie and sets his ice cream down.

"Yes?"

"What if.....we go to the wedding......but as um....."

"But as what my star?"

"As fake dating. Like we go as pretend boyfriend and girlfriend and show that asshole that I moved on happily and show him he won't humiliate me."

He looks at me and is contemplating. He is silent for a while.

"It was just an idea. We don't have to do that."

"On one condition."

I look at him with wide eyes. "Yes?"

"You wear that dress I bought you."

I look at him like he's crazy.

"No way! That dress is way to expensive."

"Please!!! I promise I'll buy you another one if it gets messed up at this event."

I sigh and look at him.

"Ok. I promise."

He is happy and hugs me.

"Oh my fake girlfriend is the best!" He says dramatically.

"Yeah yeah."

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The week goes by so quickly. Hongjoong and I plan out what our story is and how we got together. And the day before the wedding shows up.

We pack the car and head to the hotel for the wedding. We didn't go to the rehearsal because of work, but we are going to the wedding part. I did pack my dress. I look over at Hongjoong and wonder why all it took was a dress for him to say yes.

"Do I have something on my face?" He asks playfully.

"Oh um no. Sorry. I was thinking of things."

"Overthinking again? Oh love, you need to not think so much. Let that mind rest. It's not good for you." He says as he grabs my hand and holds it.

I blush. He always does this whenever I overthink. I smile.

We get to the hotel and we settle in.

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* the day of the wedding *

I'm again in Hongjoong's car, but this time wearing a green dress. The one he bought me. I started getting nervous and worried.

"My star." I look at Hongjoong and he smiles at me.

"Everything will be fine. I promise."

I nod and smile at him. I love that he always calms me down before things like this. We get to the venue and I hear Hongjoong get out first and runs to my side. He opens the door for me. I smile.

"You're always so kind." I say to Hongjoong.

He closes the door and holds out his arm for my hand. He's really getting this fake dating thing down. We walk inside. A lot of people stared at us. I try to not look at a lot of people.

"Y/N!!!!!" I look up and see Wooyoung and San walking towards me.

"Oh my God! Look at you!! My pretty girl has returned to me!" Wooyoung says. Wooyoung is Vernon's brother and is two years older than him. San is Wooyoung's best friend.

I hug them both.

"It's good to see you two!" I say happily.

"Likewise. Look at you in that dress!" Wooyoung grabs my hands and kisses them.

"As you can see Wooyoung missed you a lot." San teases.

"Hey! She treats me better than my stupid brother. I swear he is a jackass for doing that to you! I actually smacked him upside the head because of what he did. I didn't even help with the wedding. I'm only here for the food. And San. I also heard heard you were coming so I couldn't say no to that." He smiles at me.

I roll my eyes.

"A flirt like always. But I'm glad to see you two. At least I have the both of you. Oh this is Hongjoong! My-"

"I'm her boyfriend." He says with jealousy in his voice and puts an arm around my waist. He pulls me closer.

Wooyoung gasps.

"Ohhhh he's a cutie! Better treat her right or me and San will beat your ass." Wooyoung says threatening.

"What he means to say is we hope you two are happy." San smiles at us.

"Thank you, both. We will take our seats." I grab Hongjoong and we take our seats.

"So, is Wooyoung usually that flirty?" Hongjoong asks.

"He is always like this. He flirts, hugs and kisses. It's normal for him. And I'm used to it. I mean, I wasn't at first, but he's literally better than his other two siblings, so I got along with him the most."

Hongjoong nods and looks around.

I sigh and I put my head on his shoulder.

"If you want to leave, we can. We don't have to stay." He says gently.

"I know. I just hope today will go by quickly."

Thankfully, the wedding portion of it did, but we are now at the party, and I changed into another dress Hongjoong bought me. It was a blue party dress.

As the party was going, I chatted with Wooyoung, San and Hongjoong. I ignored my ex and his wife. But obviously, they kept looking at me to my reaction to things. I didn't care. I was actually happy with Hongjoong, Wooyoung, and San.

I was dancing with Wooyoung as we talked.

"I'm surprised that you came, love." Wooyoung says.

"Well, I wanted to prove that I am strong." I say.

"And show that I'm better off."

"Well, clearly. I mean, Hongjoong is already a better boyfriend."

I blush as Wooyoung tells me.

"I can tell you both care about each other. It's adorable. Like how San cares about me."

"Oh? So finally, San mans up and asks you out?"

"Yes, finally. I swear, he's so oblivious sometimes."

I laugh.

"Knowing San, not surprised."

"May I cut in?" I look and see Hongjoong.

"By all means, lover boy." Wooyoung teases and leaves. He skips to San and hugs him.

"How many times are you going to get jealous of Wooyoung?"

"I'm not jealous." He grumbles. And I wrap my arms around his neck as we dance.

I looked into his eyes, and it felt like it was just us two. Nobody else in the world.

"I know it's not your day, but you're the most beautiful woman here." Hongjoong whispers in my ear.

I blush and smile.

"So. You actually brought a date." Me and Hongjoong stop dancing and pull away.

We look and see my ex. Vernon.

"Vernon.." I say.

"I thought you would come alone. Looks like I was wrong. Or are you her cousin she dragged here." He laughs.

"I'm her boyfriend. And I would watch your tone if I were you." Hongjoong says. He gets close to Vernon.

"Oooo so scared. Please. I was happy I cheated on her. She was to vanilla fo-" Hongjoong punches him.

"Hongjoong!!" I yell.

"Oh my God, Vernon!" His wife runs over to him.

Everyone stops and looks at what's going on.

"I said watch your tone. Now, Y/N here doesn't need an asshole like you in her life. You're just a no good scumbag who used a beautiful woman. Now, say anything else about Y/N. I dare you." He speaks with venom in his voice.

I blush. I never seen Hongjoong like this. It's really hot. Wait....hot?

Vernon gets up with his wife helping him.

"Get out!"

"With pleasure." Hongjoong takes my hand and we leave. I wave at Wooyoung and San goodbye.

They wave back.

We get into the car and he drives in silent. I don't know what to say after all of that. Hongjoong has always been protective, but I never seen him like that.

"Hongjoong..." I whisper.

"My star. I'm sorry."

I look at him confused.

"I scared you, didn't i?"

"What? No! I was just.......I never saw you like that before. I just..."

He pulls over. I get even more confused.

"Y/N. I have to tell you something."

I look at him.

"Yes?"

"I have been wanting to hide this for so long, but......I love you...."

I look at him with wide eyes.

"You.."

"That's why I acted like that. I've been in love with you for years. Even when you were with Vernon. I know this was supposed to be for the wedding, but you're so gorgeous, funny, sweet, kind, loving. Everything about you just makes my heart flutter more and I know this will most likely ruin our friendsh-"

I put a finger on his lips.

"Hongjoong. It's ok. Listen. You started acting like a boyfriend, and it kept making my heart flutter too. You're so kind, Hongjoong. I may not know how i feel yet, but how about we try this. Take me out for coffee, and we can see how it goes?"

He nods and smiles.

"Ok, coffee sounds amazing." I smile back at him.

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We went out for coffee and I had a wonderful time. We then went to dinner. Went to see a movie.

I fell for him. He acted as a boyfriend. I started gaining more feelings towards him.

We are at dinner at his house. He decided to cook.

"Is something wrong, my star?"

I look at him.

"Hongjoong.....I've thought about it more.....i...."

He grabs my hand gently.

"What is it, my star? Take your time."

"I fell in love with you. I really did."

Hongjoong smiles and come to my side. He hugs me tightly.

"My star. You have no idea how happy I am." I blush and cuddle with him.

"My Hongjoong." He kisses my cheek.

I never thought this would happen, but I don't mind. Hongjoong treats me right.

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Hello, everyone. Here is my first story. I hope you all enjoyed it!! I'll be working on Seonghwa now.

Bye pookies!!!!!

#ateez #fanfiction #writers on tumblr #writing #ateez fanfic #ateez fic #ateez x reader #hongjoong #hongjoong x y/n #hongjoong x reader #woosan

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tygerland · 2 years

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David Bowie & Tilda Swinton in The Stars (Are Out Tonight), 2013, by Floria Sigismondi.

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vladdyissues · 8 months

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We Have A Problem

Danny could scarcely contain his excitement. After eight long months, the wait was finally over: Tonight was the premiere of the hotly-anticipated new television docuseries, Knowing Universe.

The product of decades of research and collaborative efforts from the world’s greatest minds—astronomers, physicists, astronauts, engineers—Knowing Universe was rumored to have had a production budget somewhere in the hundreds of millions and boasted the latest advancements in computer graphics and long-range photography. New lenses had to be fitted to NASA’s telescopes to provide viewers with high-resolution images. Helmed by a famous Hollywood director and scored by Hans Zimmer, Knowing Universe was expected to go down in history as the most pivotal science documentary ever created, eclipsing even Carl Sagan’s beloved Cosmos.

A year ago Danny would have eschewed such blasphemy, but the litany of promos and sneak peeks on The Science Channel had finally won him over. It was all he had talked about for the past month.

Every member of the Fenton family knew what a monumental occasion this was to Danny, and had marked their calendars accordingly. With the big day finally here, a festive atmosphere descended upon Fenton Works. Pizza was ordered. Living room furniture was rearranged around the TV, the windows blacked out with construction paper. Glittery blue streamers festooned the ceiling. Glow-in-the-dark stars and meteors spackled the wall. Jack made three enormous batches of “galaxy brownies”, a regular brownie recipe but studded with white chocolate morsels and multicolored candy sprinkles. Maddie and Jazz took care of the music, arranging a playlist consisting of space-themed songs that featured such hits as David Bowie’s Space Oddity and anything by Daft Punk. Sam brought over a tray of veggies that had been cut into star shapes, and Tucker had printed out cards for an astronomy-themed parlor game to play while they waited.

At eight o’clock the lights were dimmed. Everyone gathered in front of the TV. Danny, hyped out on too much sugar, grinned like a maniac, practically vibrating with anticipation.

Sam passed a smirk to Tucker. “I think we know what to get him for his birthday this year.”

“Yeah,” Tucker laughed. “Posters, t-shirts, the DVD set—”

“Shh, shh,” Danny hissed. “It’s starting!”

Six pairs of eyes glued themselves to the opening sequence: a panning, high-definition shot of Earth, complemented by a gentle, sustained note on flute. Then, a voice:

“For as long as humanity has existed, we have looked to the stars…”

The ecstatic grin slid off Danny’s face.

It wasn’t David Attenborough’s educated gravel, or Neil deGrasse Tyson’s friendly, conversational baritone. No, this voice was intimately familiar, lightly accented, arrogant, with phlegmy fricatives and a rolling, almost musical modulation.

Tucker clapped his hand over his mouth. Sam goggled at the screen.

“Oh, my God, no,” Danny murmured.

Jack Fenton popped to attention. “Hey! That’s Vladdie!”

“No.”

“Vlad’s narrating the show!”

“No.”

“Hey, Danny, isn’t this—”

Outside Fenton Works, a howl rose over the rooftops, and every dog in the neighborhood took up the call:

“NOOOOO!”

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#danny phantom #danny fenton #sam manson #tucker foley #hjbwrites #dp fanfiction #humor #this is a long way to go for a joke but

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fvnk2fvnky · 1 year

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My Muse is a Star

Bowie X Reader

-The man who inspired your art has his work in the same exhibit-

It was your first art exhibit, you’d somehow managed to get the gallery to hang your work for tonight’s show. You’d been trying your best to focus on other things leading up to it, you were so nervous you never even checked the guest list. So you got to the gallery and picked up one of the guides. You scanned down the names, seeing if you could find anything interesting. And that’s when you gasped and nearly dropped the little pamphlet and mumbled to yourself. “David Bowie…”

Bowie had his art here too? You quickly straightened yourself back out, very aware of the eyes that were on you due to the fact that you gasped a LOT louder than you thought you did… But you composed yourself and made your way to where your art was. You put it up a week in advance, just to avoid any issues. Making your way into the hall with your paintings, you noticed someone else’s paintings in the same hallway on the other side. But no one was there. The exhibit had just opened so it would more than likely fill out soon.

You sighed, not loving the idea of your work possibly being overshadowed by another persons. But the paintings captivated you. The one that caught your eye was a portrait of a more…modern style. The skin tone was a grey blue, almost muddy, but in a way that seemed intentional. It just worked. You took a step closer and thought to yourself,

“Huh…kinda looks like-“

“Hello? Oh sorry, you’re Y/N right?” A voice said from behind you.

You whipped your head around at the sound of the man’s voice. You knew who it was even before your eyes met. But once they did, you felt your knees grow weak.

“Yes! It’s really great to meet you, David. You’re a huge inspiration for my art,” you said as calmly as you possibly could.

He just waved his hand a bit, smiling and shaking his head. “Well I appreciate that but I’m nothing special, you know? Just an artist. Like yourself.”

The comparison he made baffled you. Sure, you were an artist but not in the sense that David was. No one was Bowie except Bowie. You were going to ask him about his paintings, but he beat you to it.

“So I see a lot of similar motifs in your work…” he said, slowly walking over to your art, standing with his brows pinched as he studied it. His focused face quickly turned into a smile. “A lot of familiar ones. So you like space?” He turned to you, looking like he definitely had more to say.

He could tell how nervous you were to be around him, so he was trying to make conversation about your art to take your mind off of it. Little did he know he was your one and only muse. To talk about your art without mentioning David would be impossible.

“I like space because of you.” You said and realized the weight of your words…it’s like you felt them weighing the air down. Here you were, finally recognized for your work and the man who inspired it is standing in front of you, asking about it. What a prick. Like it would be easy to answer.

His face softened and he looked down at the ground for a moment. With a little giggle, he looked back up at you, walking closer.

“I don’t want to sound like a total narcissist but are you saying that I partially inspired these beautiful pieces?” The hint of a smirk tugged at his lips as he crowded your space.

“Completely, actually. Not partially. Every painting is color picked from a different picture of you. And then I use the colors to paint something space related. Like an homage, you know? Like a, uhm…like a secret thank you, whispered into the dark of an empty room. That’s all they ever were. And now here I am. Here you are. It’s all very surreal.” Your face for red as you noticed you were ranting. “Jesus…I’m sorry.” When you looked back over at him though, he was staring at you softly…His eyebrows slightly raised and his lips parted.

“I’m not sure I know what to say. And it’s not often I’m left speechless.” He chuckled a bit and glanced back at your art for a moment. “Let me make you dinner after this. I’d really love to pick your brain…learn more about you. What do you say, darling?”

All you could do was nod as people started flooding in. You sighed a bit as your conversation was cut short. You weren’t shocked that everyone was crowded around David. You smiled though as you heard him directing everyone to your work. Of course, because he’s David Bowie, they listened. You both spent a few hours talking to people, giving autographs and whatnot. Until finally 9PM came and the last person filtered out of the hallway. You turned around to look at David only to see he was already looking at you. He blushed a bit and looked away for a moment.

“So, dinner?” He asked and walked up to you, offering up his arm for you to take. So you did, interlocking the two of you as your elbows as you practically clung to him. If he minded, he sure wasn’t showing it.

The two of you walked out of the building, arms linked, and David called for a cab. Which you thought was odd, wouldn’t he have a chauffeur or something. He chuckled as you two got in the cab, he seemingly spotted the confused look on your face.

“I like being a normal person nowadays. I prefer to keep a low profile. I spent so much of my life sharing it with others that I never got to live it completely for myself. So…we take a cab.” He smiles and slides his hand over to rest on top of yours. You glanced up at the driver before looking at David. You were so overwhelmed with emotions that you felt like you might cry. But mostly, all you wanted to do was kiss this beautiful man next to you.

“I-I think thats beautiful, David. Really. I admire you just…” you got self conscious when you remembered you two weren’t alone and lowered your voice a bit. “Just so much and…I’m very excited for dinner.” You smiled and placed your free hand on top of his, giving it a little squeeze and looking into his eyes. You stared at his lips… his perfect cupids bow. And of course, his eyes. They were even more mesmerizing in person. You subconsciously leaned forward a bit as you studied his features, and he grinned when your eyes trailed back up to his. And it was like he could read your thoughts….

“Don’t worry, we’ll be there soon…” he said, chuckling a bit.

”Jesus….” You mumbled, laughing a little and hanging your head. Did you really look so desperate for him? You must have.

Sure enough, moments later you pulled up to his apartment on Lafayette in NYC. He got out behind you and gave the driver a 100 dollar bill before closing the door. He snaked an arm around your waist as he escorted you inside. You yelped at the touch, which just made him laugh again.

“You seem really amused with how much of a tease you are.” You mumbled as he practically pushed you inside of his apartment and you just giggled and stumbled through the door. “Hey! What the hell!” You faked a pout, putting your hands on your hips.

But as soon as you’d started that, it was over, because David had grabbed you and pinned you against the wall. You gasped, closing your eyes and bracing for the plush of his lips to finally attack your skin. But he didn’t, he just pinned your hands above your head and stared at you. The same starry eyed stare he gave you in the gallery.

“D-David-“ you started, but he cut you off before you could finish.

“I want you to tell me again what you told me back there. At the gallery. Your secret thank you… say it again.” His voice seemed to drop an octave, eyes even more piercing than usual as he breathed on your face.

“My art… I couldn’t ever thank you in person for inspiring me. So everything I did I made sure that you were a part of it. Of my art. You have to be, David. I wouldn’t be who I was without you…” you couldn’t remember exactly what you said. David smiled softly but he shook his head.

“And then you said your paintings were just…secret little thank you’s whispered into a dark room. You said that. And I think it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard. Makes me want to make love to you.” He then slotted his leg in between both of yours, causing you to gasp and let out a little moan.

“You’d regret me, David. I get attached.” You said, voice shaky, trying your best not to rut on his thigh like a bitch in heat.

“Don’t lie to me, sweetheart. You already are. Don’t lie to yourself, either.” He said softly, his eyes flicking towards your lips then back up to your eyes. “And as far as that goes, you think I don’t know that? I don’t have any intention of letting you slip away from me, darling.”

He finally closed the gap between you two. The kiss wasn’t as aggressive as you thought it would be. He let your arms drop to your sides before gently holding your face as he swiped his tongue over your bottom lip. It was soft as he licked into your mouth, he groaned and kissed you slowly. Like he was savoring the taste. Right before you went to bully your own tongue into his mouth, he pulled back, looking at you with a soft smile. And he spoke even softer now…

“I’m getting ahead of myself. I do believe that I promised you dinner…” he winked and turned around after giving your forehead a quick peck and headed to the kitchen.

You were frozen in place for a moment until the sound of him tapping his leg as if beckoning for a dog brought you back to reality. Though it didn’t help to quell the way you felt right now. If anything, it only further stoked the fire in your belly.

“Well come on, love. Oh..what, are you flustered or something? Poor thing..” he smiled and laughed a bit as he started pulling out ingredients. You walked into the kitchen and sat up on the counter, shaking your head with a small smile.

“Yeah yeah whatever, get to cooking.” You joked, and he laughed heartily.

Whatever was going to happen between you two, you knew it would be beautiful.

#david bowie x reader #Bowie #Bowie x reader #David Bowie #jareth the goblin king #ziggy stardust #ziggy stardust x reader

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radical-revolution · 7 months

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“I believe that all great art holds the power to dissolve things: time, distance, difference, injustice, alienation, despair. I believe that all great art holds the power to mend things: join, comfort, inspire hope in fellowship, reconcile us to our selves. Art is good for my soul precisely because it reminds me that we have souls in the first place. We stand before a work of art and our spirit is lifted by it: amazing that someone is like us! We stand before a work of art and our spirit resists: amazing that someone is different!”

— Tilda Swinton

Image: Swinton with David Bowie in the video for his song The Stars (Are Out Tonight), from 2013’s The Next Day. Photograph: DavidBowie/YouTube

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shoelacesunday · 4 months

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a sneak peek at a potential GO fic..?

—i'm interested in whether i should continue with it or just accept my place in the fandom as a lurker. :)

—the story is based on starman by david bowie and explores the idea that crowley (raphael (NOT A HEADCANNON- JUST A NAME)) stays up in heaven but takes immense interest in humans, especially aziraphale :) they get a lil forbidden romance deal going on and we see some development on a pre-fall crowley and some grumpy bookstore owner azi

RAPHAEL:

Everything was going absolutely according to Raphael’s plans.

He said Let there be light and there was. In front of him, the birth of a small nebula unfolded in a near-cataclysmic scene of color, sound, and light. Raphael was hunched over in the middle of it, unable to contain his excitement. Small squeaks and giggles echoed into the vast expanse as the archangel covered himself with his wings in an attempt to regulate himself.

Look at you! Raphael gasped to the inanimate void. You’re gorgeous! A smile nearly painful split his face, teeth baring the way a dog would bare its own in fear. This was not fear, though… Or perhaps it was. Fear had not been invented yet.

A massive green-and-blue rock hurled past Raphael. He paid little attention to it. He didn’t particularly care for the planets, especially not those predestined to receive plenty of love and recognition from the other angels. Earth was irrelevant to Raphael, and he wanted nothing to do with ‘mankind’, whatever that was.

AZIRAPHALE:

Look out your window

I can see his light

If we can sparkle

He may land tonight

The old turntable in Aziraphale's office spun faithfully on a warped, scratched record of David Bowie’s The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust. It was one of dozens in a precarious stack of vinyls in the corner. He’d grown sick of Firebird Suite and The Planets, and thus turned to Bowie for something fresh. Aziraphale milled about, carrying large stacks of books around the shop. Those on the very top of the armfuls threatened to spill, but he was a self-proclaimed expert book-carrier. Austen… Austen. Where are the A’s? The record finished and started spinning a fuzzy sort of sound as the song finished and faded out. Aziraphale's bookshop was old and well-loved, it smelled of dust and wood. The shop had been his father’s, and his father’s before that. Warm, yellow light filled the room from old-style lightbulbs hanging from the ceiling. The phone at the front desk began to ring. It was a rotary phone, of course. Aziraphale couldn’t stand new phones.

Hello? Yes, this is he. … The Bible? No, we don’t carry that, sorry.

… Sir, please relax. … Not all of us are religious, sir!

...

Really, there is no need for that kind of language.

... Goodnight. … Sir, I said goodnight!

Aziraphale slammed the phone down and the hang-up tone played faintly. Maybe I should start praying that people stop getting angry at me over books that are easily attainable at any other location besides my own. Aziraphale made the cross over his chest with his hand, thumb tucked over ring and pinky fingers while the first two stuck up in the air.

Somewhere in the distance, a shooting star flew across the sky.

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popjunkie42 · 1 year

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Feysand of the 70's - A Playlist

Grab your velvet robe, spark a doobie and settle in to your sunken living room with this 1970's mix of songs about everlasting love, lust, witches and magic.

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Be My Wife - David Bowie

Magic Man - Heart

More Than A Woman - Bee Gees

So Into You - Atlanta Rhythm Section

Kiss You All Over - Exile

The Night Inside Me - Jackson Browne

You're So Vain - Carly Simon

I Was Made For Lovin' You - KISS

Since I've Been Loving You - Led Zeppelin

Gold Dust Woman - Fleetwood Mac

She's Always A Woman - Billy Joel

You Ought To Be With Me - Al Green

Witchy Woman - Eagles

Forever - Kenny Loggins

some lyrics for you...

Night In My Eyes (Jackson Browne)

Night in my eyes, the night inside me There where the shadows and the night could hide me Night in my eyes Sky full of stars turning over me Waiting for night to set me free

I Was Made for Lovin' You (KISS)

Tonight, I want to give it all to you In the darkness, there's so much I want to do And tonight, I want to lay it at your feet 'Cause girl, I was made for you And girl, you were made for me

She's Always A Woman (Billy Joel)

Yeah, she steals like a thief, but she's always a woman to me Oh, she takes care of herself, she can wait if she wants She's ahead of her time Oh, and she never gives out and she never gives in She just changes her mind

@officialfeysandweek2023

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seatbythevampyre · 2 years

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I am so happy to find another Bowie blog! Can I request a fic for Davida between his Hours era? Like he is reader's teacher who is around 28-30 and they like each other and theres tension but you know, keep it profesional because university, but fluffly pls. You can decide either if is smutty or suggestive. Just recently got into him and I completely fell in love with 90s Bowie😔 Thank you luv! ♡

Sorry this took so long I’ve been overwhelmed with all the requests I thought I’d only get one or two 😭. And I LOVE THIS. ABSOLUTELY! Welcome to the fandom and hope you enjoy!

TWS: None, CUTE AND FLUFFY, possibly suggestive at times😋

Teacher!Bowie : You’re officially in your second year of college. You’re an art major, eager for your first day of class. Also I’m just gonna use David Bowie instead of his real name for this one lol.

(There will be a part 2 bc this got LONG.)

Break was over, not that it made much of a difference to you. You didn’t have a family or friends to visit over the summer months so you just stayed in your apartment on campus. The only times you went out was to get groceries or go for a hike- typically at night. You loved night time. It wasn’t the darkness that enthralled you so, but the opposite. That little sliver of light emerging from the darkness was what inspired you.

Tonight was one of those nights you were walking through the gardens on campus. No one was outside at this hour, and that was exactly how you liked it. You looked up at the stars as you walked. Nothing could ever make you feel like looking at the night sky made you feel.

So you walked until you turned around a tall hedge to make your way to the bench you always sat at. You halted. Someone’s in my spot. But it wasn’t someone you’d ever seen before. No, this man looked far too…mature…to be a student here. You peered out from behind the hedge and watched the man. His hair was orange. Not quite fiery, but he was certainly hot. The stubble and scruff on his face only accentuated his godlike jawline. You gasped and ducked back completely behind the bush when he turned his head in your direction. You couldn’t see, but there was a smirk on his face. Thinking he hadn’t seen, you peeked out again. He pretends to be oblivious.

It was then that you took a moment to truly look at him. Whoever this stranger was, bathed in moonlight, had stolen your attention from the one thing that always had it. The stars.

THE NEXT MORNING

After that night, you didn’t get much sleep. The beautiful stranger plagued your mind. You were sure you’d never see him again, and that’s what you were up all night making peace with. So with an hour and a half of sleep under your belt, you got up and threw on a white cropped muscle tanktop and some high waisted baggy jeans. After putting on a zip up hoodie and pair of old boots, you were off. All thoughts of the mysterious starman you’d seen last night were shoved to the side, you were excited for your first day of art this semester. The only thing you were worried about was having a new professor, though all of your professors liked you. It took time for you to warm up to others. You weren’t paranoid, just simply cautious.

You sighed as you walked into the full classroom and saw that the only available seat was directly next to the professors desk…but they were nowhere to be seen. You hated sitting anywhere other than the back but that’s what you get for being late. A good five minutes passed until the door flew open, and in walked the man who’d stolen your bench and your attention last night. Fuck…he was even more beautiful up close. But of course he was. Because that’s just your luck. Of course he was.

You looked down at your hands as you tapped them on the desk. Luckily you had your hood up. There was absolutely no way you could bring yourself to look at him. Oh god, how were you supposed to properly function in this class? You looked up after a few seconds, assuming coast would be clear. But you were met with something far more frustrating than just catching his eye… He was smirking down at you, with his crotch sitting eye level. You quickly looked up at his face, deciding it was better than staring directly at his very impressive bulge. When you met his eyes you couldn’t seem to form words. You did try, but only a shaky breath came out. His eyes lingered on yours for another moment before he stepped back from your desk and faced the rest of the class. You could’ve sworn his eyes were two different colors and sizes.

“Hello class, my name is David Bowie. I’m not big on formalities so…” His eyes flicked to meet yours for a fleeting moment. “Call me by whatever pleases you. Within reason, of course.” If you thought you were fascinated with this man last night, it had nothing on how you felt right now. His features were strong…unique. And the way he moved reminded you of the moon gently pulling at the waves…the movement of his arms as he spoke were like the night time tides lapping at the shore. You were too deep in thought to notice he’d stopped talking and was writing on the chalkboard.

“For your first week…” He mumbled as he scrawled out whatever you want on the board. “Whatever you want. Any medium, any style. But…you’ll all be assigned a muse.” He sat the chalk down on the ledge and moved to sit on the edge of his desk. He sighed as he looked out at everyone. “No one’s going to ask me what that means?” David said half defeated. It seemed he liked hearing himself talk. And you liked it too.

“So, you’re going to assign us an artist or?” You spoke up.

He bowed his head slightly and smiled at you, “Thank you for asking, darling but no! I will be assigning you a person. I already have, actually.” He turned around and grabbed the stack of papers on his desk and began passing them out, starting with you first. “This list will tell you who you’ve been assigned to. Todays entire class, you’ll be with your partner getting to know them. And tomorrow, you will draft ideas for your piece. Sound good?” There were silent nods and some faint mumbles scattered around. Your eyes scanned the paper, you couldn’t see your anywhere.

“Excuse me, I don’t see my name.” You spoke up and he walked next to your desk and crouched down, deliciously close.

“Oh, that’s right there isn’t an even amount of students so one person gets to deal with me for a whole class.” He flashed a toothy grin and stood up, grabbing a chair and pulling it over to sit next to you. Everyone else had paired off, so now his focus was completely on you. Shit.

“Th-that’s fine…uhm so…tell me about yourse-“ But he cut you off.

“What’s your name?” You we’re right, his eyes were two different colors. His eyes were piercing, almost cold. His one oversized pupil seemed to stare right through you. Your face was burning red, but you removed your hood out of respect.

“You already know. It’s on the paper.” You tiled your head and watched as that mischievous smile worked its way back onto his face.

“I know, but that means nothing. Not if we’re getting to know each other. It’s proper to introduce yourself. I want you to introduce yourself.” His voice seemed laced with a sultry tone as he spoke the last sentence. His voice was commanding, though he wasn’t demanding you to do anything.

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N. It’s nice to meet you, er..uhm…sir.” Though he said he wasn’t much for formalities, you were. And you couldn’t imagine calling your professor by their name. Especially not him…you didn’t want to become attached. You had a tendency to do that pretty easily. To your shock, his cheeks went red.

“Sir? God, you’ll make me feel old…but it’s nice to meet you, Y/N.” He took your hand In his and gave you a firm handshake. David’s eyes lingered on your lips, causing his hand to linger on yours just a moment too long to be professional. He then cleared his throat and retracted his hand.

“You too…It’s nice to meet you, I mean. Ugh, God I’m hopeless…let’s just start this I guess.” You laughed a bit and looked away, “I’m horrible with people, I’m sorry. I don’t get out much.”

“What do you mean? We’ve already started….Y/N? Turn around and look at me.” Usually, such a demand would make you break down and cry. But his voice wasn’t harsh, it was like he was begging you to look at him. He was letting you know that you were safe with him.

“I’m sorry,” You faced him again and locked eyes. You made it a point to study his eyes and the rest of his face for a few moments. “Do you like space?” You asked abruptly. He grinned.

“You watched me star gazing last night. I saw. I was waiting for you to come and join me but you just hid.” He laughed a bit and leaned back in his chair. “I haven’t actually talked to anyone here yet. None of the staff either…besides who hired me.” David pulls a chain out of his coat pocket, and attached to it is a little jar. He placed it in front of you on the desk.

“What’s this?” You picked it up and held it close to your face as you examined it.

“Moon dust! Well, that’s what the man who worked at the tourist trap I got it at said.” He laughed, “Spent $50 on that bloody thing in the middle of the Arizona desert.”

You smiled, finally calmed down a bit. You felt comfortable with him. He was comfortable. You went to hand it back, but he took your hand into both of his big ones and closed it around the necklace. “It’s yours.” He said with a grin. You just shook your head.

“I can’t take this from you…” You felt yourself getting emotional at how gentle he was being with you. Truth be told, you couldn’t remember the last time you’d touched another human. God, you did not want to cry right now. But he was pushing it.

“It would be rude of you not to. I want you to take it. Please, love. It’s the least I can do for stealing your bench.” You held onto the necklace tight as you stood up. There was no way you were ging to let him see you cry over something to trivial.

“I have to use the bathroom,” you said softly, biting the inside of your cheek. The concern in his eyes only drove you further to let yourself unravel. You turned and bolted out of the classroom, leaving your bag behind.

Somehow, you managed to make it to the bathroom and lock yourself in a stall before breaking down. You leaned up against the side of the stall and cried while holding the necklace close to your heart.

Having heard the bustle of people in the hallway, you assumed you’d been in there crying for 20 mixtures. Fuck. You were going to have to go get your stuff and be alone with him After taking a deep breath and cleaning your makeup up in the mirror to wash away the evidence, you started the short walk back to his class. The door was closed, so you knocked softly. He told you to enter almost immediately. As you stepped in, he put down the passers he was looking at and stood up.

“Christ, Y/N, I was worried about you. What happened? Are you sick, do you need anything?” He walked briskly towards you and placed a hand on your forehead to check your temperature. “You’re a bit hot.” His worried expression threatened to break into a smirk and you could tell.

“I’m fine…I’m okay I promise.” You WANTED to say yeah my face is hot because you’re touching me but you decided against it. You slowly moved away to grab your bag and head out but he grabbed your wrist.

“We still have another 30 minutes left of today’s lesson,” He said and smiled, “I’ll order some food after.” You nodded and sat at your desk and he sat at his. He pulled out a book and started flipping through it. You blushed when he looked over and noticed you watching him. He motioned for you to come sit next to him so you moved your chair over next to his.

“Let me read something to you…” He continued, “I pray you, sweetheart, counsel me whether it is better for a man to speak or die?" He looked at you from above his reading glasses.

“The Tales Of Heptameron. One of my favorites.” You we’re still rolling around the necklace in your hands.

“I knew you had good taste. Here..” he held his hand out for the necklace and you gave it to him. David stood up behind you and clasped the necklace. “So what do you think?” He asked and loomed over your shoulders. You looked back and up at him.

“The necklace? I love it, David. It’s very sweet of you…”

“No, silly. The question left hanging in the air. Is it better to speak or to die?“ it was a question you pondered more often than you’d admit. He sat back in his seat and watched you as you thought our your answer.

“Speak. Of course I think it’s better to speak. But personally, I’d rather die.” This earned a chuckle from David which made your heart flutter. “People often know the best choice but go along with the wrong one anyway. Usually, it’s easier. It’s less terrifying.” You noticed he was staring at you. His lips were slightly parted, and his eyebrows slightly arched. “I’m not good at answering questions simply.”

David’s mouth curved up into a smile, “Absolutely beautiful. Don’t ever apologize for talking. I like the way you speak.” You turned completely towards him.

“In this story, the knight will speak. David, I’m sorry I ran out of class earlier. I can’t remember the last time anyone’s been so gentle with me…I can’t remember the last time I ever even touched someone else.” You looked into his beautiful eyes warily. He reached a hand out to cup your cheek.

“Y/N, my dove. You are a wonderful soul. Come here,” He pulled you into his lap and held you. That was all it took for you to collapse into his arms and cry. “Poor thing. It’s alright. You don’t have to fake any emotions with me, or hide anything from me. I see a lot of myself in you…” You sniffled and sat up to look at him. David wiped your tears away with his thumb. “Excuse me if I’m overstepping but you don’t have anyone to be there for you, do you? I don’t either…”

You shook your head and wiped your face dry with your sleeves, now aware that you were sat in his lap. Your face heated up and you warily lifted a hand to play with his hair. “Are you sure we should be…umm..” You looked over at the door.

He faked a gasp and grabbed your waist with both hands, “Do you think something nefarious is going on here, little one? Naughty.” He tickled you softly which caused you to flail around.

“David! Hey!” You giggled and smacked his chest playfully.

“See! That’s good, that’s what I want to see. Big smiles.” David said and pinched your cheek.

You leaned against his chest, surprised to feel his heart thumping as hard as yours was. “Yeah, yeah…now how about that food?”

Pt 2 soon :)

#david bowie #david bowie x reader #the man who fell to earth #ziggy stardust #ziggy x reader #david bowie fluff #bowie #bowie fanfic #fluff #90s bowie

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adiduck · 1 year

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guessing: fanboy says something snarky to the other daggers about the 86 pilots

Believe it or not, no! I do have Fanboy being snarky AT the 86 boys, though. Context: they are playing a drinking game. The 2019 dagger gives a real event and a fake event, and the 86 boys have to pick which one is real. If either of them get it wrong, they both drink. If they both get it right, the 2019 daggers drink. Here is one of the rounds ;)

“My turn again?” Fanboy asks, leaning forward eagerly. How he still has this much energy two hours and too many beers in, Maverick has no idea. The world has gone very pleasantly fuzzy at the edges. Maverick’s thinking he might need to get up and take a lap soon or he’s going to end up not making it back to base tonight.

“Pop culture, let’s go,” Maverick says, instead of doing that. Next to him, Ice crosses his arms, twirling a cigarette around his fingers slowly. He’s probably gonna go out and smoke that in a minute. Maverick’s considering going with him for the fresh air.

“Right,” Fanboy says. “There was a successful trilogy of movies made of Lord of the Rings in the early 2000s. David Bowie starred in a Doctor Strange television show in the 90s. Which is true?”

Maverick blinks. He looks at Ice, whose eyebrow has hit his hairline. “...I have no idea what either of those things are,” Maverick admits, less reluctantly than he normally would, probably.

“Lord of the Rings like the book about the… feral kids they make you read in school?” Ice tries.

Fanboy grins. It is not a nice grin. “Okay,” he says, folding his hands in front of him on the table, as around him everyone groans. “This is gonna take a bit. Buckle up.”

#adi is a writer #alcohol cw #ask game #wip snippet #operation groundhog au

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spikybanana · 2 years

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@wolfstarmicrofic - prompt: pioneer - cw for brief and very vague description of panic attacks near the beginning masterpost

After dinner, Remus found Sirius alone by the window in their room. He was looking out into the night, hugging his knees, and Bowie’s Aladdin Sane was playing quietly on their small table. Remus moved up to take a place near him.

They did this sometimes, the two of them drawing towards each other when the nights got lonely. Sirius had James, of course, for open arms and words of righteous defence, and the occasional threat to violence or two. That, Remus wasn’t always the best at. Admittedly, even Peter was better at offering those loud words of reassurance. But Sirius came to Remus for the quiet, for the companionship that found no words and needed no words. When they were too angry to shout, too weary to rest, Sirius would take Remus’ hand from between them and grip it very, very tightly, until either of them stopped shaking, until the music was louder than their breathing again.

Tonight, however, there was a different kind of weightiness in the air. It made Remus remember a conversation from what might have been years ago, accompanied by the same strange songs of Bowie in the background.

“You know what I mean, don’t you?” Sirius had asked. “I don’t get it. The way James and Pete go on about

“I know what you mean.” Remus hummed noncommittally. He’d been wondering what in hell Bowie could have meant by ‘cold fire’.

“Do you think… it’s because something’s wrong with us?”

And Remus had laughed then. “Of course there’s something wrong with me.” He’d said, gesturing vaguely at himself.

Sirius huffed a laugh in surprise, shook his head. “You know that’s not what I mean, Moony. Don’t be silly.”

“Then you quit it yourself. Whatever this is.”

The first few bars of a new song drew him back to the present. With a start, Remus remembered that this was the same song that played in his memory. He turned cautiously towards Sirius, wondering if it’s possible at all that he was remembering the same thing.

Starlight framing his profile, Sirius looked deep in thought. There was a faint smile, almost ironic, light on his lips.

The prettiest star, crooned Bowie’s voice from the player. Remus bolted up from his seat.

No, no way. He was making it up in his head, surely. Seeing what he expected to see. But— songs about love had never made sense to him before, yet the song was right there, telling him about when he loved the prettiest star. His cheeks heated, and his heart began racing ahead without his permission.

Sirius turned to him in question, his smile growing with curiosity.

“What’s the matter?”

“I— David Bowie’s in France,” he blurted stupidly.

“What a pioneer.” Sirius was all teeth with amusement, as though Remus made perfect sense.

He huffed in frustration. Embarrassed, he turned his back on Sirius, and began pacing the room.

Sirius didn’t let him brew in silence, however.

“You said you loved me.” He said a few moments later.

Remus whipped himself around.

“I what?”

“The day I… told all of you about being gay. You said you loved me.”

“I… said that?”

Sirius frowned, and Remus panicked quietly until he remembered the context. It must have been a stupid joke, a passing comment that was never meant to mean much.

Or perhaps it was. And Remus didn’t even know.

“Right, uh. So I did.” Remus said finally.

Sirius was looking him straight in the eyes. “What did you mean?” He asked. “What did you mean when you said that?”

Remus opened his mouth, caught off guard by the question. Why could Sirius possibly be asking? He tried to search in Sirius’ expression, but that was hard when Sirius was only inspecting his own. And how could he possibly answer? It was something Remus barely understood himself.

Sirius licked his lips, perhaps out of nervousness, but the sight strangely emboldened Remus.

He took two steps forward, paused in front of Sirius for only half a moment, then leaned down, grabbed Sirius’ face, and sealed his lips over Sirius’.

Sirius made a noise against his lips, and Remus drew back immediately. For a moment, Sirius looked as shocked as he felt. But gradually, his lips pulled back, and a smile was blooming and lighting up his entire face.

“Did you mean it?” he asked.

Remus nodded slowly. “I— didn’t know what else to say. I’m usually better with words. Sorry.”

Sirius reached out then, took both of Remus’ hands and pulled until he dropped into his lap. “Don’t be sorry, Moony,” he said, dropping a peck on the tip of Remus’ nose, “never be sorry.”

#wolfstar #microfic #wolfstar microfic #my writing #remus lupin #sirius black

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