#I keep in it my photos app and just stare at it sometimes

[elizaisdunn]

☝️😎 “watch this”

[seungfl0wer]

for number 35 with Seungmin, I think it was the 60 more prompts list

*Delete it*

Pairing: Seungmin x Reader (GN)

Genre: Fluff/Crack

Warnings: Nothing? Seungmin calls reader an ass lol. Just 2 friends being assholes to one another

These are prompts from both my lists. Promt list one: 35. “Youre acting like a child” Promt list two: 35. “Delete it”

Idk how this came to be honestly. Sometimes things just come and I just write man lol. It’s a bit shorter than normal but I wasn’t sure if you wanted smut/fluff/angst. So this is kinda fluff but also crack but also idk. If you’d like another one with the same stuff please let me know. I thought this was a cute little scenario but now I’m second guessing myself uuugh i also did both 35s on each promt list just to be safe lol

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Sitting on the couch with your best friend scrolling your phone. He lightly pushes you “dude you haven’t sent out your streaks today for Snapchat, if we lose ours I will in fact jump out this window” he says laughing. You roll your eyes at him but he has a point you two have had a streak on snap for like 2 years now even if you barely use it you get on just for that.

So you pull Snapchat up and snap a really unflattering picture of yourself. Double chins, tongue out, eyes crossed whatever and you send it to him. Just him. When he opens it he bursts into laughter screen-shotting it fast. Your eyes wide, shit you just gave him the perfect black mail photo. “I’m gonna make that your new contact picture” he snorts out still laughing at it. You quickly grab for his phone “Come on Min delete it” you whine. He gave you this devilish smile “nah, I think I’ll post it to instagram.” He says pulling the app up on his phone.

“You wouldn’t dare” you stared daggers at him. “Oh y/n it’s just a photo.” He said as he loaded it up to post. You sat there staring at him “if you post it I’m not talking to you the rest of the night” you say staring him dead in the eye with the most serous expression. “I can live with that” he shrugged Hitting post. You couldn’t believe he actually posted it I mean you can but you can’t.

You shook your head at him crossing your arms “fuck you Min” he tilted his head a smirk creeping across his face “thought you weren’t talking to me” he said. Your eyes looked him over he thought you were bluffing but no. “I’m not talking to you until you delete it” you hissed. Those were gonna be the last words heard until he did so.

You were quiet the rest of the night even with the poor puppy whining about it. “Are you really gonna not talk?” “Come on y/n it’s not that bad” “talk to me please it’s been 3 hours of silence I can’t take it.”

All his words fell onto unspoken ears. You weren’t gonna budge this time. It was time for you to head home anyways you started to get up and grab your jacket before heading to the door. This put Min into a panic he rushed after you grabbing you pulling you back to the room. “No no no no you’re not leaving until you speak to me” he said his eyes pleaded. You shook your head no getting back up again “y/n you’re acting like a child!” He said picking you up by the waist.

“Stop trying to leave you ass” he said teasing. He started at you for a second and sighed “fine y/n I’ll delete it” he said before pulling his phone up again. Before smiling “I’ll delete it on one condition.” You squinted at him are you really trying to give orders like that when he was whining a few seconds ago.

“I’ll delete it if and only if you let me keep it for your contact picture, and I’ll promise you not to post it anywhere” he said smiling. You let out a deep sigh rolling your eyes “fine but if you post it anywhere I’ll go a week with out talking to you” you said and if those looks you were giving him could kill he’d be six feet under. He nodded “ok ok I get it I promise” he said deleting it from instagram.

“You are a child” he teased pushing you slightly. “If I’m a child what does that make you?” You teased back. He rolled his eyes “your dad?” The comment made you both laugh super hard.

Min is a big’ol dummy but you know damn well he can’t go long without talking to you. He would quite literally go insane.

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[phoenixs-fandoms-and-writings]

Pumpkin

Fandom: Harry Potter (Marauders Era)

Pairings: James Potter/GN!Reader

Characters: James Potter, Remus Lupin

Summary: Spending the day with your friends, James decides to take photos of you with your camera.

No pronouns used for reader

This is a short one-shot.

Notes: This was written for Flufftober 2023’s Day 20 prompt: Pumpkins. @flufftober

I don’t own Harry Potter or any of its characters.

This account is anti-JKR and is a safe space.

I do not give permission to anyone to repost or translate any of my stories. I also do not give anyone permission to feed my stories through AI or to be posted to any third party website or app. If anyone sees any of my work posted anywhere but here or my AO3 (simplyreflected), then it has been posted without permission.

Read on AO3 here.

You and James had decided to spend the day with your friends at a pumpkin patch but as they did sometimes, they wandered off. Neither of you minded since both of you were still there and you could just enjoy spending time with each other.

Thats when you came up with an idea, “why don’t we take photos of each other while we’re here? When one of the others comes back, maybe they can take photos of us together.”

He looked around and you started to feel like your idea wasn’t very good. Until he responded with, “Give me your camera. I’m going to take photos of you first.”

You smiled at him so brightly and he directed you to different places and took some photos of you. Sometimes you felt silly but he just kept encouraging you to keep going and made you feel amazing. You walked over to get the camera from him when he kissed you. You froze and when he pulled back, you stared at him and when he opened his mouth to speak, you stopped him by kissing you back.

When your friends returned, they congratulated you on finally getting together. Remus took your camera from James and as James kissed you again, he snapped a photo of it.

When you got home, you looked at all the photos he took; some were taken when the two of you were walking around finding the next spot for him to take a photo, some were sitting with the pumpkins. The one you loved the most though, was the one just after you kissed. You didn’t even know Remus had taken it, was where both of you had just pulled back from the kiss and you could see how much James adored you in the way he looked at you.

[imnotjaesblog]

What We Do in The Shadows

What We Do in The Shadows- Lee Taeyong Simple Summary- Two idols try to live a healthy life. This includes eating well, resting, and making friends and relationships. However, both will see the thrill of having a hidden romance is a lot more thrilling than they’d hope it be. Suggestive, Fluff & Angst.

Word Count: 17K

MINORS DO NOT READ!

This is a long one. After rehearsals for a comeback, I said goodbye to the dancers and left the building. I stepped onto the elevator my manager beside me. Once the elevator dinged I walked through the lobby of the entertainment building. My manager had walked me to the black Jeep that was parked just outside the building. Pulling a face mask over my face I walked outside waving to some fans that had waited probably all day to see me.

Sitting in the car I let out a sigh. Finally, rehearsals were done and I could go home. The days leading up to the video shoot were always stressful. Everyone was tight for time since my last comeback happened a month later than it should have. Unfortunately, I had gotten covid and couldn’t perform. This meant I had to work even harder to make sure this comeback would be perfect. I picked up my phone checking the time, one o’clock in the morning. I sigh shutting my eyes for a moment before my manager hands me my second phone.

“Post something on bubble,” he tells me handing me the phone. “Then give it back” I nod taking the phone from his hands pulling down my mask letting it rest under my chin. I hold the phone up taking a quick selfie. The flash shines on my face letting me know the phone was taken. I take multiple photos before my manager takes the phone picking the best one. He opens up the editing app on that phone and edits the picture in the slightest nothing too noticeable then he posts it.

Once I finally got home I stepped out of the car my manager walked me to my apartment. Once I stepped inside the lobby and to the elevator riding up my manager left and I was finally alone. I step inside taking off my shoes and placing my bag on a nearby rack. Taking off my coat is next and soon I let down my hair scratching the top of my head. “I should probably shower before I head to bed,” I say walking in the direction of the bathroom. I let the warm water slide down my face and wash all over my body. The heat feels good on my tight muscles. After a couple more minutes of letting the heat loosen up my body, I step out drying off and putting on some pajamas. Walking over to my bed I hear my phone go off. Picking it up I smile at the name that flashes across the screen.

Taeyong- Can I come over? You’re bed it’s more comfortable than the dorm. I smile biting my fingernail as I stare at his text.

Y/n- I’m getting ready to sleep, so don’t get too creative tonight. … Taeyong- All I wanted to do was sleep too. Why what did you have in mind? 😏

Y/n- Goodnight

Taeyong- Don’t be mad at me

Y/n- I’m not mad. I’m tired 😩

Taeyong- Then let me come sleep with you. I’m tired too :(

I sigh my fingers hesitant to text him back. I want him to come over but I have to wake up early tomorrow and I know he’s not gonna sleep. He’ll do something to keep me awake whether it’s talking my ear off or in between my legs. I sigh, but I could use the company. Sometimes this apartment gets too quiet.

Y/n- Okay. You can come over but seriously just sleeping okay.

Taeyong- Okay. Open the door.

My eyes widened looking in the direction of my bedroom door then back at my phone.

Y/n- That was fast

Taeyong- Yes now please come open the door before someone sees

Y/n- Okay Read

I throw my phone on my bed, put on my slippers, and walk outside my room. Walking over to my front door I slightly open it just enough for Taeyong to sneak inside. We could never be too careful regardless of how much security this place has. Someone, anyone could be watching and waiting to expose us. Shutting the door I don’t get to properly say hello to him until it’s shut and locked. He leans down and hugs me kissing my neck.

“I missed you,” he says whispering into my ears. I giggled moving us away from the door. “Bu I told you just sleep” he nodded moving closer to me allowing me to take in his scent, he always smelled amazing. Feeling him get closer to my neck I think he was taking in my scent too. He kissed my neck again. “Bu I’m serious,” I say pushing him off. “I need to sleep. I have a lot to do tomorrow” he nodded understandingly holding my waist. “Okay okay Let’s go to sleep. You need all you’re beauty rest” he said moving a piece of hair away from my forehead. He let his hand fall to the back of my head letting the pad of his thumb rub my cheek endearingly. I leaned into his warm touch. It always felt so right to be in his arms, but oh how it was so wrong that we were doing this.

If one person saw us, just one it would be enough to ruin our careers especially mine. Taeyong may be forgiven but it doesn’t matter to what point I’ve gotten to, the industry doesn’t take too kindly to women. I have to work as hard as I did to get to where I am to continue to be where I am now. And I know it’s not his fault that the industry is so flawed, but it’s just something I have to remember it’s what helps me be so mindful and careful about what we do and what we are. I don’t want to lose Taeyong, I can’t. As the days go by I fall more and more in love with him. Taeyong smiles staring into my eyes. I turn away guiding him to my bedroom. “Come on let’s sleep”

Next Morning

The sun peaked through my blinds. Turning away from the light I was faced with a still fast asleep Taeyong. Lightly touching his forehead and moving brown pieces of hair out of the way I smiled. I pulled my hand back as he stirred in his sleep. The minutes between waking up and just before starting the day are always the best. It’s so peaceful at this time. Letting the sun creep through the blinds. The birds chirping outside and Taeyong was right beside me. Nothing could be more perfect than this. But like every morning, it’s short-lived. My alarm goes off causing Taeyong to wake up. I lean over shutting it off. “What time is it?” He asks rubbing his eyes. “Five in the morning” I respond yawning. He nods getting up from the bed and going to the bathroom. I gather some things and then follow behind him in the bathroom once I hear the water turn on.

As I brush my teeth my eyes follow the outline of the shower. It’s not a clear picture but I can see the outline of Taeyong’s body through the glass. My eyes follow his hand as he rubs and washes his body. I could start to feel the drool mixed with toothpaste start to fall from my lips but I don’t care. I don’t make any moves to clean it, I can’t. To lost in the man I call my boyfriend in the shower. Once I hear the water turn off I turn around finishing what I was supposed to be already done with. I place my toothbrush back where it belongs and fix up my hair. Taeyong wraps a towel around his waist. Through the mirror, I watch his wet hair dangle and little droplets of water fall sliding down his chest. He’s still so wet, I bit my lip trying to hide a moan at the sight of him. I turn back to my hair trying to redirect my thoughts.

Maybe I should have had some fun with him last night because he’s all I’m going to be thinking about today. I hear his feet coming up behind me. He swings both arms around my waist as I apply some makeup. He kisses under my ear letting his warm breath tickle my skin. He leans closer to my ear, “I saw you staring,” he says letting his hand travel down my waist to my thigh. He watched me through the mirror the mascara bottle starting to fall from the weakness in my hands. Letting his hands slide closer to where I desperately needed him. “Do you want me to help you?” He asks pushing my pajama shorts to the side only touching me on the outside of my panties.

Rubbing in slow circles he kissed a line of wet kisses down my neck, biting softly on the skin. “Taeyong…” I whined as he licked the spot where he bit. “Yes,” he breathed out. Holding onto his veiny bicep I squeezed silently begging him to quit teasing me and have his way with me. “Does my baby want me to touch her?” He taunted as he tapped on my clit. Letting out a low moan as his left hand slid my panties to the side his right hand finding its way slipping through my folds. I bit my lip as Taeyong circled my clit. “Taeyong please,” I pleaded. He smirked pulling his finger away for a moment bringing them up to his mouth and pushing past his lips. He hummed at the waste of my arousal. Bringing his fingers back down he slid his index finger inside me. I let out a moan leaning my head on his wet chest. He looked up at me through the mirror watching me fall apart in his arms.

Slipping in another finger he thrust them in and out of me. My hips jerked back onto his already harden dick feeling it poke my butt through his towel that remain loosely around his waist. Keeping his fingers thrusting in and out of my whole he used his left hand to angle my body allowing my ass to poke out. He pulled down my shorts removing his fingers for just amount to remove my panties. Using his hand he spread my legs apart, letting himself fall to his knees.

He watched as my wetness dripped before his eyes letting out a loud groan watching as I dripped on my bathroom floor. He licked up my thigh sucking on any part where wetness lay. Making his way to my pussy. I clenched as his fingers continued to thrust in and out of me. Soon his tongue met my pussy sucking hard and fast on my clit. I let out a loud moan as he devoured my pussy. He groaned against my pussy bucking his hips into the air. The towel barely added any friction to his boner that was concealed.

“I’m gonna cum,” I say my eyes squeezed shut. Taeyong continued to sloppy make out with my pussy letting his skillful tongue dance around my clit. Letting out one last moan I came all over his tongue and fingers. He pulled his fingers out of me sucking on them soon moving his mouth back to my pussy sucking up all my cum past his lips. Rising back up he licked his lips immediately discarding the towel from around his waist. Taking his cock in his hands he glided it through my pussy letting it circle my clit for a bit. I moaned again. This was all too much, I felt so sensitive. Anything he did set my body on fire. Every small touch, lick, and kiss set me ten steps closer to being over the edge.

Taeyong slipped inside me easily letting me adjust to him. He waited until I said it was okay to move. I clenched tightly around him as he slid in his dick. He held onto my hips tightly watching as his cock began to disappear inside me. At one point I think I clenched too hard because h Eleanor’s forward grip on my hips tightened. “Baby please…if you keep doing that I’ll cum” he said almost begging me to stop. Once he was fully inside me and I was ready I tapped the back of his muscular thigh and he began to move. He slowly began to thrust inside me finding a good angle that would feel good for both is us. Once he found a good rhythm he started to move faster. His hips smacked into mine the sound of skin slapping could be heard all over the bathroom and probably outside.

Taeyong groaned repeatedly watching himself disappear inside me. Groaning even louder when he felt my walls deliciously clench around him. Taeyong was always vocal during sex. The first time we were together was the only time he wasn’t. He was nervous the first time we got together. He had been a fan of mine. Let’s just say I did some very good fan service.

After telling him the second time we had sex that I found it attractive to hear a guy moan he wouldn’t stop. Now every time we fuck I’m blessed with the sound of his deep groans. Hearing him groan now so close to my ear turns me on even more. Feeling a gush of wetness pour out of me and slip down his cock he groans again turning me over and placing me on the bathroom sink. Spreading my legs out more from this angle he’s much deeper inside me. He watched his jaw slack as he slips in and out of me holding onto my legs just to make sure I don’t close them. His head falls back his lips pursed as he brings his head back down looking into my face. I let out a moan at the sight of him fucking me so well.

“You’re so good for me,” I say through half a moan. “You make me feel so good Bu,” I say watching as he squeezes his eyes shut fucking me even harder. He brings one of his hands to my clit circling the bundle of nerves. My head falls back in pleasure allowing me to slip into the euphoric state we’re both in. “Fuck baby I’m gonna cum,” he says pursing his lips. I lean up putting my hand around his neck and pulling him closer to me. Our eyes, nose, and lips are inches apart. He leans forward and kisses me allowing me to swallow all of his moans. “Bu I’m gonna come,” I say letting myself pull away from the kiss.

“Please come, baby, come for me,” he says against my lips. I cum all over his cock uncontrollably clenching around him. He groans, “Fuck, Fuck” he pulls out jerking his dick and cumming on my stomach. He lets out a series of breaths before he leans over and grabs a fresh towel. He cleans me up helping me off the counter and turning on the shower water. He steps out of the bathroom probably to grab some clothes and I quickly pee before he comes back then we both get into the shower and clean ourselves up.

Once I get out I reapply my makeup and blow dry my hair. Once I’m finished I check the time on my phone. Taeyong walks over now wearing a pair of sweats and a t-shirt he pulled from the drawer I left for him next to my clothes. He kisses my forehead and smiles coming up with an idea. “I was thinking we could eat breakfast together. It’s my day off and there’s this place I can take you where I can promise we won’t be bothered” he says. I sigh kissing him then pull away. “I wish I can but you know comeback season is the most stressful time. I have pre-video shoots today, but I promise once the comeback is over we’ll do something together” he sighs nodding his head and letting his hands fall from my waist holding onto my hands. “Okay,” he says looking into my eyes and smiling. “Well go out on a date once comeback season is over,” he says kissing me then moving to the side so that I could leave for the day. “Good morning,” I said bowing to all the dancers as I walked into the rehearsal room. We rehearsed the dance a couple more times before it was time to film. “This looks good. Everyone clap for yourselves” the choreographer said clapping along with the rest of the dancers. I clapped along with them as well walking over to grab a towel to wipe off my sweat. The dancers stood together gathering in their things to leave, making small talk. I took a sip of water watching the group of dancers shyly come towards me.

One of the guys stepped up first. “Hello,” he said bowing. The people behind him bowed I bowed back to them. “We wanted to say that we are grateful and honored that we will dance with you. We’re wishing you well on you’re comeback” he said politely. I smiled in return placing my water bottle back in my bag. “Thank you. Make sure you all get some rest before we film. Take care of yourselves, okay?” The man smiled nodding and bowing, the other dancers bowed as well. “We will,” they said all walking away giggling excitedly to one another.

I smiled watching them walk away. Soon my smile started to fade realizing I would never have that again. A while ago before I was in a group with eight other girls. Our group was pretty successful throughout Asia. We had performed, recorded albums, and went on three tours together before our disbandment two years ago. I’ll never forget the day we disbanded. One of my members, unfortunately, had gotten into a scandal that she couldn’t save herself from, a dating scandal. Usually, with dating scandals, the company would put out a statement saying it’s false. That the two are just friends or have never met. Either way, the scandal cannot be confirmed as the truth. However, in her case, the scandal was proven to be true. She wasn’t even dating the guy, she was married to him. She had missed a comeback and people started to grow suspicious of her long absents. At first, people assumed it was because she was ill but she had gotten married and went on her honeymoon. She had an extremely private wedding only a few friends and family members showed up.

When she had gotten back from her honeymoon people started to notice she was gaining weight, especially around her face. Fans hid their fatphobia with back-handed concerns. People followed her, and they paid more attention to her. Noting that during parties or episodes of our show, she’d be the only one to pass down a drink. When the public realized she was pregnant it wasn’t too long until they found out by who. Once they found out that not only was she married, but she was married to another idol both of their lives were put in jeopardy and soon it became too much to handle.

The fans started to come for the other members including myself now believing we all had a secret love affair happening behind the scenes. We did what we could to convince the fans we were single But to no avail. The fans and the media became obsessive and demanded a response or evidence to prove we were liars. It became so bad that people no longer wanted to support us. They felt hurt and betrayed. They stopped buying our albums, and our merchandise, and watching our show. I didn’t realize how hard it had hit us until we gave our final show and half the stadium was empty. The company decided it was best for us to disband.

Nowadays some of my other members have started their solo careers, some as actors and others as singers. One even debuted in a new girl group. And three others decided to leave idol life for good. I was lucky enough to build my career back up, changing the identity I had from my last group to the one I have now. In my group, I was the lead rapper and the main dancer who was the happy virus of my group. Now I’m a vocalist/dancer who is much more mature and toned down. I hated it. I preferred to be loud and colorful but my management told me, “No one wants to hear a pretty girl make a rap album. You’re too pretty and too delicate to make a rap album, don’t be so aggressive, try singing instead” what does that even fucking mean.

Walking into the music video set after getting my hair and makeup done I look to my left to see Taeyong. Widening my eyes I walk over to him pulling him to the side by his arm. “What are you doing here? Are you trying to get caught?” I ask nervously. My stomach turned at the thought of someone seeing. He smiled waving his hand. “It’s okay, I have a friend who’s here so everyone knows I’m with him. No one will know” he reassured me. I sigh nodding my head, “Okay but be mindful okay? This is my first solo album and I don’t need a scandal” I say rubbing my temples. He nods, “Don’t worry. Just do your thing okay?” I nodded walking away from him towards the set. Placing my water bottle down and moving a piece of hair behind my head I let out a breath standing in position.

Currently, we’re filming one of the dance scenes, this one will be used in the performance video so it has to be perfect. The set was a meadow filled with fake flowers, trees, and a blue sky as the backdrop. Standing on my tape the dancers already placed on their tap wearing their costumes as well stood in position. Letting out a shakey breath I looked over at Taeyong who smilies giving me a thumbs up. Once the music started had shot right into idol mode and danced flawlessly.

“I’m sorry the shoot finished so let,” I told Taeyong who currently sat across from me at one of the best restaurants in Gangnam. He shook his head waving his hand and picking up his chopsticks. “Don’t worry about it. If there’s anyone who understands long shoots it’s me,” he joked taking a bite of his dinner. Picking up some meat on a chopstick he leaned his hand over the table bringing the meat to my mouth. I gladly accepted it letting the flavor melt on my tongue. I hummed in approval. “Thank you bu I needed this,” I say grateful he still wanted to go out so late. Even though we were in a room ourselves separated from the public with the windows closed it still felt good to eat outside my apartment and his dorm. “Of course, I just want to make sure you feel good,” he says continuing to eat his food.

“How do you feel Bu?” I ask also eating from my plate. He shrugs, “I’m okay. It felt good to sleep today, I needed it,” he says honestly. I won’t be surprised that he stood in my apartment to rest after I left just to make sure he got those few extra needed hours. I wouldn’t even be mad at him if he did, he always welcomed me there. At this point, he practically lives there. I have his toothbrush there, his hairbrush, skincare, clothes even some shoes. He even bought me a fish to keep in my living room, he set it up last Christmas. Before we got serious it was always his excuse to come over. “Can I check on the fish?” Or “Is the fish okay? I should come over and see” or my personal favorite. “I put the tank together so I should be the one to clean it”

Once we finished our dinner I walked out of the restaurant after Taeyong to around wandering eyes. However, on my way out I slipped causing Taeyong to turn around and catch me. Helping me up he held my hand staring into my eyes deep into my eyes. “Are you okay?” He asked. I nodded forgetting where I was or who would see. This was the first time we held hands in public. Even if it was because I almost broke up my face we were still touching one another in the public eye. It doesn’t seem scary at first glance. To maybe a child or an older person we were regular people holding hands, but to the man behind us with the camera we were rent. Click Dispatch: Taeyong and Y/n are rumored to be Dating. The two were seen leaving a restaurant at Gangnam together at night. This is Y/n’s first dating scandal since had been rumored to be dating Nct member Jung Jaehyun and Bts Jeon Jungkook. The rumors circulated back when she was in her now-disbanded group Moonlight. Now rumored to be dating Nct’s Leader Lee Taeyong.

Shade Room- Kpop Star Y/n rumored to be dating Nct’ s Lee Taeyong. Before this, she had been rumored to be dating fellow band member Jung Jaehyun. Does this make Y/n a Hommie Hopper?

TMZ Live- Kpop Star Y/L Y/n rumored to be dating a coworker Lee Taeyong leader of the K-pop group Nct 127. Before this, she had been rumored to have been dating his bandmate Jung Jaehyun who is also friends with Bts Jeon Jungkook who is friends with Jaehyun. Y/n must like Kimchi.

I sat on my couch late at night watching the news. My face flashed across the screen again and again. The same picture of me and Taeyong was shown all over Korean national television and apparently, the story was so interesting it made it to global news. My manager had taken me home refusing to let Taeyong speak to me, assuming enough damage had been created. I had only picked up my phone when multiple calls from the company came in. My friends had told me not to check Twitter or Instagram just to stay silent and wait for my company to handle it. Which is what I did. I waited for my company to handle it. I didn’t know what to do. When I was rumored to be dating Jaehyun the Jungkook rumors came out at the same time so people started to assume they were false, which they were. I was dating a different idol at the time, Cha Eunwoo.

Biting my nails I waited for another company call to come in. What if I get fired? What if I lose everything I worked for? What if people hate me? What if the fans stop supporting me? I kill myself with these questions beginning to walk back in forth in my living room. I felt sick at the idea of losing everything I have. I could lose my record deal. I could lose the apartment. Overthinking another one of my poor qualities. Assuming the worst because I expected the worst was always my downfall. A knock at the door temporarily silenced my thoughts. Walking over to the door and checking the peephole making sure it was an obsessive fan trying to kill me I yelped in surprise seeing Taeyong.

I pulled him inside quickly not giving him a chance to take off his shoes. I shut the door locking it. I turn to face him. “What are you doing here? Do you know what would happen if someone saw you right now? Seeing you stand outside my apartment at this time? Do you know what they would say? Do you know what they're saying now?” I asked too many questions to keep count. Taeyong sighed taking off his shoes and walking into my apartment and towards the couch. He shut the news off changing the channel. “What are you doing?” I asked. He flipped through the channels.

“Everything is gonna be okay, okay? The company will clear this up and say we accidentally bumped into each other or we met over dinner to discuss business like a collab. We’ll be okay, okay?” He says wording the last part like a question. I let out my first breath of the night sitting beside him and letting myself lay into his chest. He holds me tight kissing me on the top of my head. “Everything is gonna be okay” he lightly scratches the top of my head. “We’ll be okay,” he says.

“I hope so,” I respond keeping my eyes on the tv. Taeyong finally finds a random channel to leave on keeping the volume low as he sings to me. His voice is the last thing I hear before I shut my eyes and fall asleep.

Waking up the next morning feeling myself still wrapped in Taeyong’s arms I snuggled up to his chest more taking in his natural scent. As I lay cuddled in his arms I thought for a moment. This was so unfair. All I wanted to do was do something normal in my life for once like dating. I know now becoming an idol meant that I had to give up any bit of privacy I had. I just never would have thought it would have been this bad.

Over two years, I’ve moved three times. My address got leaked in my last two apartments in Seoul so now I live in Gangnam praying that no one will find me again. The first time it happened I was terrified. It was late at night when I felt someone touch my hair. Waking up by the odd feeling I jumped in fear. A stranger stood by my pillow playing with my hair as I slept. Running away into my bathroom and locking the door I called the police. The stranger continued to bang on the door begging for me to return to my bed. I just stood on the phone with the cops until they had arrived.

Now I have cameras in my apartment and the building installed some in the hallway after I told them what happened, just to make sure everyone is safe. I also have security outside my door every day to make sure that never happens again. I sighed feeling a test form in my eye. My life is never gonna be the same. Sometimes I wish my life was boring, I envy those who live simple lives. I can’t even have a boyfriend without everyone’s heart exploding in betrayal or head exploding in jealousy.

I leaned over to the side picked up my phone deciding to check my socials, even though I really shouldn’t. A part of me couldn’t help it. I was curious about what people said, even if it’s bad I wanted to know. I swiped up unlocked my phone and opened up Twitter. I clicked over to the trending page and sure enough, there were my and Taeyong’s names trending number one. I bit my lip my finger hovering over the hashtag. Pulling it away I looked back at Taeyong who peacefully slept on my sofa. Turning back to my phone I started biting my nails. Taeyong would tell me not to read them. He would take my phone and put it down and distract me in any way he could. Whether it was making me laugh, singing, or fucking he would do something, but he was asleep right now and couldn’t stop me so I clicked the hashtag which I really shouldn’t have done.

Neogirl127 - Y/n you better leave my Taeyong or else.

Y/nforever- Taeyong is just using Y/n for her money. Y/n, leave him!!!

Neogirl127- Taeyong doesn’t need Y/n for money, he outdanced and out-rapped, if anything he’s paying her bills. Neogirl127 replied to Y/nforever.

Y/nforever- Are you blind? He outdanced/trapped no one. Y/n is way more famous than him and has way more money. You’re favs are just broke and you’re mad. Cry about it. 🤷‍♀️

Fan wars were normal in the industry. I didn’t fear them too much, sometimes they just made me cringe by the things they would say. Outdanced? Outrapped? What does that even mean? I don’t even rap anymore. I started to scroll down more people telling me I need to leave him alone and that he belonged to them. Luckily my fans had my back, the only unlucky thing about that is a lot of them were putting down Taeyong to lift me and that is not okay. As I started to scroll down I started to see more of the darker tweets. Naneo127- I hope Taeyong-Oppa realizes Y/n is just a slut who will open her legs for anyone. I mean she already spread them for Jaehyun. Who’s next Johnny?

Nightjae- I hope Y/n dies so she can finally leave oppa alone.

Neocity- Y/n is too fat and ugly for yongie. She’s just a fat pig who needs to die. Marksmelons- If she doesn’t leave him I’ll kill Bet myself. Marksmelons replied to Neocity. Neocity- I’ll help you. Neocity replied to Marksmelons. I left Twitter swiping it away. I felt so sick to my stomach. Everyone hated me. Why? Just like that everything I worked towards all started to fade away. My phone started to ring causing Taeyong to wake up. He rubbed his eyes looking into my direction mouth if everything was okay as I put the phone to my ear. My manager was calling. I nodded, and he nodded in return walking into the bathroom.

“Hello,” I said standing up and walking towards my kitchen. “Have you heard anything? Is there a plan?” I ask anxiously tapping my fingers on the counter. My manager cleared his throat. “Well, more people are talking but the company spoke with SM both are going to deny the rumors and say it was a slight run it and you two don’t even know each other. Who just overstepped and tripped and Taeyong was a gentleman and caught you. The fans will believe he’s a perfect guy and that you’re a little clumsy and made a mistake,” he said.

I scoffed, “So let's get this straight. Taeyong looks like the good guy and I look like what a cultz! How does that help me?” My manager huffed, “Don’t fight me on this, this is the best we can do for you. Besides it helps your image. Damsel in distress. It’s perfect,” he said. I could hear the smirk in his voice. I huffed shaking my head and placing my fingertips on my forehead.

“Whatever,” I said hanging up. I slammed my phone on the counter. “Be careful you might break it,” Taeyong said now in a change of clothes, his hair wet and fresh from the shower. I sighed picking up my phone and placing it in my pocket. “What’s the matter?” He asked coming towards me. He stood behind me using the tips of his fingers to glide up and down my arms. “Are you stressed because of the rumors? It’s gonna be okay, the company can handle it” he said hoping to lighten the mode. I shook my head scoffing pushing his hand away and walking towards my bedroom closing the door. The door opened again Taeyong followed inside.

I walked around my room gathering a comfortable outfit to wear after I shower. Taeyong watched as I did this quickly my steps full of frustration. Taeyong confused continued to watch me before speaking up. “Did I say something?” He asked a little worry in his voice. I shook my head grabbing a baggy graphic t-shirt. “No,” I said sternly not making eye contact with him. I could feel his eyes on me watching my face. The way my eyebrows furrowed every time I dropped a pair of shorts on the ground.

“Baby, what’s the matter?” He asked coming closer to me picking up the black shorts and handing them to me. I snatched them from his hand. “I don’t need your help,” I said walking away and into the bathroom. I sighed closing the door a test slipping from my eye. Maybe I was too harsh? No, I’m not crying because I was mean I’m crying because I’m angry. I’m angry at the fact that people around the world wanted me dead because I stepped away, out of the light, and played around in the shadows for a moment. I’m angry because my company doesn’t take me seriously. I’m angry that Taeyong is acting like everything is okay when it’s not. I’m angry that people hate me more than they hate Taeyong right now. I mean why? Is it because I’m a woman? I don’t know what to do anymore. I choked on a sob. A knock came on the door.

“Y/n? Baby, are you okay?” Now I felt even worse. He was so loving and so caring. He deserves better than to be treated the way I treated him. He did nothing wrong. People hated him too. I just wish he could see the reality of my life having to deal with such a scandal, this could break me. I cried in the shower until the water turned cold and I finally got out. Picking up my phone the next morning I read the headline of the article that had just been published. Lee Taeyong was spotted outside Y/n’s house. Click the link below to check out the rest of the story. How. How? I sat up on my bed a cold sweat falling down the middle of my back. The thick comforter suffocated me as I blinked my eyes constrained on my phone. How did they find me? I thought to myself scratching the top of my head I tried to think of anything I did wrong. I always kept my apartment private, I didn’t even do livestreams in my home just to be safe nor did u post pictures of the inside or outside of my apartment. My manager always made sure I wasn’t being followed home as well as my security. So how could anyone even find me? How did they even know where to look?

Did they follow me? Did they follow Taeyong? My eyes widened I clicked on the link leading me to the evidence. There were pictures of Taeyong outside my apartment building. Then more pictures of him walking down my hallway wearing a baseball cap and a mask. Then to the front of my door. The final pictures sealed the deal. I was outside my apartment door letting him inside.

I wanted to scream. How could I be so stupid? So unaware of my surroundings. What’s worse is these pictures were taken at night so who knows what crazy story they’ll put together. And my security. Where were they? How come they didn’t see this person taking photos or following Tae? I turned to my side for a moment trying to catch my breath. My mind was running a mile a minute and it was beginning to give me a headache.

My eyes burned when looked down to see Taeyong fast asleep snoring lightly his head peaking from the blankets. His arm was laid out in the spot that I was once laying in where he held me. I leaned over my phone still in my hand. I carefully touched the tip of my fingers over his forehead moving some strands of hair out of the way being cautious not to wake him. He stirred in his sleep. I pulled my hand away looking back at my phone. When will this end? My phone rang causing Taeyong to jolt awake. “You set an alarm?” He asked rubbing his eyes. I shook my head. “No, it’s my company. They probably want to talk about the article” I say biting my nails. “What article,” he asks now half awake. “The one that was published an hour ago,” I say standing up out of my bed and walking into my bathroom picking up the call. “Y/n,” the owner said. I gulped stepping further into the bathroom and walking towards the counter. I held my phone to my ear my legs shaking in fear. Please tell me this isn’t the end. It can’t be. I’ve worked so hard to be here. I can’t lose it all again. “Yes sir?” I say more in the form of a question.

“Are you aware that you have been talked about in the media lately and not for good reasons?” I sighed letting my fingers fall from my mouth. “Yes, and I’m sorry I’m doing my best to keep everything a secret. I truly am, I just don’t know what happened I mean this is a huge invasion of privacy and I think we should be dealing with the person who did this” I respond hoping he’ll be on my side. “Look Y/n you’ve never really given me any trouble. You do what you’re supposed to and I appreciate that. You’re very popular and you have contributed a lot to the company. You are our top star and we need it to stay that way, right?” He worded that last as a question. “Yes and-“

“And I’m going to handle this on one condition,” he said. I smiled my heart thumping out of my chest. “Sure what it is?” I ask ready to do anything to keep my career.

“You mess up again and you have to leave Taeyong. I can’t have any more slip-ups from our star girl. Do you understand?” He asked. The thumping of my heart turned. Instead of excited me it was replaced with anxiety. What if he can’t take care of it? What if the media will continue to find “evidence” of my relationship? I can lose Taeyong to all of this. I can’t lose him, I won’t lose him. I stepped out of the bathroom after taking some time to get ready for the day. Walking out Taeyong remained on my bed his phone in his hand scrolling through whatever app he was on. When I walked in closing the bathroom door behind me he let his phone fall to the side. Sitting up from the bed walked over to me kissing me before he walked into the bathroom. What am I gonna do? I thought to myself. I walked over to my closet grabbing my workout bag. I had Pilates in thirty minutes and I didn’t want to be late. Getting my bag ready Taeyong came out of the bathroom. He frowned seeing me with a bag in my hand. “Where are you going?” He asked. I going the bag over my shoulder. “Pilates. Make sure you leave a little after to me. Also,” I walk over to the kitchen to get my water bottle. Filling it up my back faces him. “Try not to come over as much. I don’t want fans or the media to get suspicious. All I need is one more article about me and then..”

“And then what?” I sigh, “My company says if one more article comes out I’ll have to leave you,” I say closing the cap of my water bottle. Taeyong’s shoulders fall, and he stops following me around as I walk over to my door slipping on a sweater as well as more sneakers. “Are you gonna leave me?” He asks walking towards me. I could hear the sadness in his voice. I sighed, “I don’t want to. But if it protects us both then we might have to” I say walking out my front door and leaving a desperate Taeyong inside.

I’ve become more anxious about my surroundings since the article. I always look behind me, never sit with my back facing a door, I even fired the security guards that stood outside my door and hired new ones. One used to work for Beyoncé so maybe he’ll do a better job. Sometimes there will be fans outside the company door waiting for their favorite idols to walk in. I normally didn’t mind as long as they didn’t touch me inappropriately or the staff. They usually just sing praises and just want you to say hello. They don’t follow anyone inside so the fans were deemed harmless. And most times they didn’t show up. Only on special occasions. Like an idol's birthday or comeback day.

However today they were all waiting outside for me. And I knew it wasn’t good since I spotted some neobongs in the crowd. I let my head hit the car seat. My manager looked over seeing more fans than usual. Panicking he told the driver to park behind the company so that I could get out without being harassed. My fans and nctzens shouted at the black SUV.

“Leave Taeyong-oppa alone!”

“Stop being annoying and just leave!”

“You a waste of air. I can’t believe Taeyong Oppa breathes the same air as you!”

“Honestly just die!”

“Stop being so mean. Let them do whatever they want!”

“Y/n leave Taeyong you’re too good for him!”

“If you don’t leave him I won’t listen to you’re music anymore!”

“I’ll burn all you’re albums!”

“Y/n you’re too pretty for him!”

“You’re too good for him! Just let him date some other girl and you date a better man!”

Both fandoms shouted at the car, they shouted at me. Why was I being punished? Why were we being punished for wanting to have both a career and for being in love? This was so unfair I thought to myself. And all my company could think about was making their next buck off me. Unfuckingbelievable. A couple of weeks went by since Taeyong last came to my house. We’ve only contacted each other through our phones. We text and call when we can but meeting up in person wasn’t the best idea for right now. We even let the others know where we were going just to make sure there were no accidental run-ins. It sucked that we have to do this but we were left with no choice. Imagine what people would say, do if the rumors were confirmed true. It would be over for both is us. I curled my legs together praying that this would all be over soon. I had eventually fallen asleep still wearing my jeans and blouse. My hair had landed in every direction so I had to pull some out from my face when I woke up. I stretched almost cramping up from how long I stretched. I rubbed my eyes looking towards my window. When I had fallen asleep it was still bright outside, now it was dark and rainy the city lights glowing like stars. A knock at the door stole my focus. I stood up from my bed putting on my slippers. Before stepping out my bedroom door I grabbed my white robe.

Opening my bedroom door I closed it behind me holding the robe tightly around myself. The knocking continued as I made my way to the door. The lights in my living room were off. The only light source coming from the windows. The moonlight mixed with the crash of thunder and lightning every few seconds would light up a path to the front door.

The knocking became more hustle. Whoever was outside really wanted to get in. By the knock, I knew it wasn’t Taeyong. He knows the code to my apartment and would have just walked in and even then he would have texted me to let me know he was coming. Slowly I walked towards the door trying my best to remain calm and quiet. Standing on my tippy-toes I placed my hand on the door to keep my balance checking the peephole. Through the small hole, I could see a person wearing a black hoodie holding a duffle bag. One of my security guards lay unconscious on the ground. So much for my protection. The knocking stopped my eyes remained focused on the unknown figure. Trying to control my breath the thunder crashing and breaking the silence caused me to yelp. The figure slowly moved its head up looking directly at the peephole. I had made direct contact with the mask-covered person.

I quickly stood back running to the closet in my bedroom where my wooden baseball bat lay. Grabbing it I ran to my phone calling the police.

“Hello yes, a person is standing outside my door. I don’t know who they are. They keep banging on my front door and I’m afraid they're here to hurt me” I said panicking my voice barely above a whisper. “What makes you think there, there to hurt you?” The female officer asks. I shake my head. “They have a big duffle bag. I don’t know what’s inside. Can you just please send someone? I don’t want to die” I said on the phone with the useless officer.

“Tell me did you see their face?” She asks. I sigh annoyed. “What? No, I didn’t see their face. Listen just tell me are you sending someone or not?” I ask. I hear typing on a computer. Another strike of lightning flashes followed by thunder causing me to jump. “We are sending a car now. Remain on the phone with me until they arrive. Is there anywhere for you to hide?” She asks. I nod, “Yes I could hide in the bathroom. I’ll lock the door” I say walking towards the bathroom holding tightly onto the bat.

“Okay. Lock the door” she says. I lock the door turning off the bathroom light. I hold the phone to my ear holding tightly onto the baseball bat. “Tell me what is your name?” The officer asks. “I’m Officer Park,” she says.

“I’m Y/n,” I said my voice shakey. My heart is leaping out of my chest. My throat feels so dry that it would hurt to drink anything. The banging on the door continues causing a chill up my spine to crawl causing all my tiny hairs on the back of my neck. A tear slips from my eyes. Why was this happening? I choke on a sob. Why was I being targeted?

“Okay okay now tell me what you see,” Park says through the phone. “Uh the lights are off but I can see the candle I lit earlier,” I say looking directly at the candle. “Is someone coming?” I ask again. The officer reassures me someone is coming. “What else do you see?” “How is this helping? I could-“

The banging stopped. But what caught my attention was not the on and off again banging. It wasn’t the groaning from behind the door. The thunder and lightning outside crashing together didn’t frighten me anymore. It became distant noise compared to the kicking of the front door. Tears slipped down my eyes as I placed my hand over my phone. Shaking in my white slippers I fell to my knees still holding the phone to my ear. The bat lay next to me now as I tried to control my breathing as I heard the keypad to my front door being clicked on and then, My front door opened.

The house fell silent. The thunder turned into simple rain. I could only hear the floor creek as the intruder walked further into the house. “Hello? Hello Y/n are you still there?” The officer asked. I nodded holding my phone shut. Trying to not let out a sob. “It’s here. Whoever it is, is inside my house” I say hearing the intruder walk further into the living room. “Just remain calm, someone is coming,” Park said trying to help me relax, but to no avail. I was terrified. What if this person was going to steal from me or kill me or worse? Standing up onto my feet my knees wobbled to the bathroom door making sure I had locked it. Once I had checked I let out a small breath but not before it spoke.

“Where are you bitch?! Come out and show yourself!” The person said. It had a girl's voice, a young woman’s voice she can’t be any older than twenty-four. I thought to myself. “Y/n the police are ten minutes away. Try you’re best to remain calm” Park said. Ten minutes was too far away. They’ll never make it in time. “COME OUT!” The woman yelled. I could hear something break. Then another object broke. She was probably breaking my vase full of flowers. “IF YOU COME OUT NOW MAYBE I’LL SPARE YOU,” she said angrily as she broke more objects in my home. I held the bat closer to me with my right hand. My phone was being held by my left.

“COME ON Y/N. I KNOW YOUR HOME. I SAW YOU THROUGH THE PEEP-HOLE” she yelled viciously. I could hear more things being destroyed as she made her way further into my apartment. “Oh, maybe you’re hiding in the kitchen!” She said tauntingly. Relaxing a sigh of frustration I heard the sound of plates and cups crashing onto the floor. “Maybe in one of you’re many, many rooms,” she said. I heard her walk further away from my bedroom allowing me to let out a sigh of relief. Hopefully, she’ll stay there by the time the police come.

“Okay Y/n now I want you to tell me you’re favorite song,” Park said. I raised a brow confused. “How is that going to help?” I whispered and yelled doing my best to keep quiet. “Trust me okay? Close you’re eyes and breathe” she said. “Answer the question please” “I guess The Rainy Night, Nct 127,” I said keeping my eyes closed and letting out a breath. Every object that broke caused me to jump, but I could feel my heart start to slow down returning to its normal pace. However, my moment of relaxation was short-lived when I heard the bedroom door open.

“Maybe you’re in the closet,” she said and what I could only assume was break down the door to the closet. I heard her footsteps get farther probably checking the opposite side of the bed facing towards my window. “Not under the bed” she noted. “Please Officer Park tells them to hurry she’s in my room,” I said starting to panic again. “Just relax Y/n the officers are minutes away,” the officer said. I shook my head shaking where I stand. “No no, I’ll be head by then” “No Y/n you’re going to be fine just breathe” I shake my head dropping my phone. “I can’t I can’t-“

“So you’re in the bathroom,” the intruder says mockingly. I widened my eyes. My heart completely fell to my ass. I’m doomed. She’s going to come in here and kill me. I’m going to end up on the news tonight and everyone is gonna find out I died. I’m completely screwed and no one is here to help me. I back away from the bathroom door slowly. I try my best to save myself still holding onto hope. “Please go away. I’ll give you anything you want! Money, cars, a house! I can even buy you a plane!” I said trying to bribe her to win my freedom.

She scoffed bitterly. “I do not want your money or connections. You think just because you’re rich you can buy you’re way out of this. You see this is you’re the problem. People like you assume that you can just through some cash and everything will be okay. Well, it’s not. You’re not good enough for this place and you’re not good enough for Taeyong” she begins to say. So this is what this is about. She wants to hurt me because of him.

“Just tell me you’ll leave him and I’ll leave. You will never see my face again if you tell me you will break up with him and never see him again. Tell me you’ll stop bothering him and his members and go away. As matter a of fact why don’t you just leave the country and never return? Yeah. Do that and I won’t kill you” she jeers. “Listen I don’t know who you are but trust me I can help you. If you want help I can provide that for you. This. What you’re doing is not okay. Do you think Taeyong would be impressed or appreciate what you’re doing here tonight? Do you think be with you if you kill me? You being here is going to hurt him. Think about it for a moment…do you think he will still love you as his fan if he knows the harm you will cause the people he loves?” I ask trying to get the intruder to comply. I want us both to survive this and I want her to leave.

“I won’t call the police if you just go. I’ll continue to love my life and you can continue to live yours and we can both act like this never happened” I say the bat now sitting loosely in my hand. I walk closer to the door seeing the shadow of her foot from underneath shifting around. “Just please go home,” I say hoping this works and we can all just go back to how things were. But that’s the thing. This world isn’t perfect and you don’t always get what you want.

She began pounding on the bathroom door. “I don’t need him to love me. I need you dead.” She said hotly. The banging continued, she was trying to break down the door. I clenched my bat backing away from the door. Stepping into the bathtub I waited for the door to open. If she comes in I won’t hesitate to swing. I tried to be nice and understanding, it didn’t work. Now I have to use plan B, fight fire with fire hopefully I don’t get burned. “Y/n? What the hell happened?” I heard his voice. My eyes widened looking towards the door. “No no no,” I said to myself hearing the banging on the bathroom door stop. “Look who’s home,” she said. I could hear her footsteps walking away from the bathroom door. I immediately jumped into action stepping out of the bathtub my slippers now slightly wet. Sliding across the white tiles I kicked my phone under the sink, Officer Park still on the line.

“Hello? Hello Y/n!”

I unlocked the bathroom door seeing no sight of the young woman. “Who are you?” I heard Taeyong ask the intruder. “It’s me? Don’t you recognize me?” She asked him. She had left the duffle bag in the room. I walked past it not wasting time searching. Making my way slowly to the bedroom door I clenched onto my bat tightly so tight my knuckles began to turn white. Without hurrying I opened up my bedroom door walking into the living room trying my best to around any spots I know will creek. Taeyong’s front was facing me and the young’s woman back was turned to me. I could see when she lifted the mask off her face.

Taeyong hadn’t noticed me yet keeping his focus on the girl. “Still don’t recognize me?” She asked. I could hear the smile through her words. Taeyong squinted his eyes. “Shut you’re the girl that followed us around during our U.S tour. You're the same girl who followed Yuta around the mall and me and Doyoung around the dorms” She nodded excitedly. “I knew you would recognize me,” she said clasping her hands together.

“Where is Y/n? Did you hurt her?” He asked worriedly. I continued to creep up from behind Taeyong finally seeing me. I brought my finger to my lips telling him to be quiet, he nodded turning his attention back to the girl. The perfect distraction.

She huffed crossing her arms over her chest. “Really in here and all you want to do is talk about her? Well if you need to know I killed her. I killed her for you so that you could be happy. Y/n is only going to bring you down” she began walking towards him. He backed away from her which made her angry so she picked up a sculpture a threw it at my tv causing it to shatter along with everything else in my living room that I hasn’t noticed yet. “You think that makes me happy? Why would that make me happy? You’re insane!” He said causing her to act out again this time taking a knife from her pocket. “So ungrateful. I guess I have to kill you too” Before she could get close to him I hit her over the head with my wooden bat causing her to fall onto the ground a small pool of blood beginning to form near her head.

“Are you okay?” Taeyong came running to my pulling me into his arms. “I was so scared I thought you were hurt” he kissed the top of my head a tear slipping down his eye and down the top of my head. “I thought you were dead” “Freeze!” A bunch of officers holding guns and flashlights walked into my damaged apartment taking a look at us and then at the unconscious probably dead girl on my floor. They walked over seeing the wooden bat with blood at the top on the ground next to the young woman. They walked over to me taking both me and Taeyong away.

“Am I going to jail?” I asked as the officer stood in front of me. Placing a blanket behind me and handing me a cup of water. He shook his head. “No, she broke it and threatened to kill you as well as you’re boyfriend. It was self-defense” he said. I nodded looking over at Taeyong who sat in front of a female officer who also placed a blanket around him. The male officer in front of me cleared his throat. “I can’t be easy,” he said. Looking over at Taeyong and then at me. “What?” I asked. “For the two of you, dating. We found where the woman was staying. She had a bunch of photos of him all over her wall. As well as pictures of you. I’m assuming she had been stalking you both, especially you. I would recommend getting a bodyguard or someone to keep you safe and you might want to move out of this place, this is just my advice to you. It would be a shame if a young woman as you got hurt” he bowed before walking away to the female officer in front of Taeyong. He leaned over to her and they nodded walking away.

Taeyong instantly came to my side holding me. I leaned into his chest taking in his warmth and his scent. I was going to appreciate him now before I did what I knew I had to do.

This was going to break my heart but at least it would keep us safe. “I don’t know if it’s a good time to go into you’re apartment now being that the intruder destroyed a lot of your items. There is a place nearby where you can stay. You want to collect you’re things an officer can travel up with you to make sure nothing else bothers you tonight” I nodded slipping from Taeyong’s grasp removing the blanket and placing it in the ambulance. I watched as the young woman get placed on a stretcher and get slipped into the back of the ambulance. Taeyong stood next to me placing his blanket next to mine. “I’ll come with you,” he said. I nodded as he followed behind me. “I’ll wait by the door,” the officer said as I walked up to my front door. Opening it I gasped. Everything was destroyed. My paintings, my sculptures, my pictures even my computer. Why? Why would she destroy all of this? Was she trying to take everything from me? I walked further into the room Taeyong followed behind also letting out a gasp. Mindful of his step he walked inside behind me. “Be careful” he said taking my arm and helping me step over the large pieces of glass from the now-broken window. My brain could believe what I was seeing was real. Had my apartment been destroyed? What was the purpose of this? I thought to myself seeing my fish tank destroyed. All my fish lay on the ground dead. Picking them up I placed them into an empty cup nearby.

“I think we should go” Taeyong began. “You can stay at my dorm with me,” he said. I shook my head holding onto the cup full of dead fish. A tear slipped from my eye. “No, it’s unsafe,” I say. “It’s better if I stay with a friend” I place the cup down next to the table where the fish once swam. Taeyong shook his head. “No you have to come with me, please. I’ll feel better if you are beside me. So I can protect you” I sigh making my way around the couch. “I don’t need you to protect me. I need you to be safe, if anything by doing this I’m protecting you”

“I don’t need you to protect me. That’s not your job-“ he followed me around the couch where the broke tv lay in pieces all over the cream-colored rug. My face began to heat and soon the rest of my body. “Oh, and what exactly is your job? To protect me. Why because I’m some helpless woman who needs a man to make sure she’s safe and secure. I don’t need you to protect me, I can handle myself” I said angrily. Was I just some weakling to the world? “Y/n look what happened tonight. I mean honestly-“

“Honestly what? Last time I checked I saved you from getting stabbed to death!” I said making my way around the couch Taeyong quickly on my trail just in case I fall.

“Baby please just listen,” he said like he was trying to be reasonable. “No no, you like everyone else believe I need to be protected. Put in a box where I can’t get hurt. Admit it you think I can’t handle myself” I say causing Taeyong to sigh in defeat. “Fine. I believe you can’t handle yourself. I believe that you can’t protect yourself I mean look at you! Look at this place! For weeks you’ve been all jumpy by any ding of you’re phone scared that we’ll get caught” “I’m not scared I’m careful. Unlike you, you seem to want to get caught”

“You see that’s it right there! I can’t live like this” He shook his head both frustrated and disappointed. I stopped in my tracks turning to him but being mindful of the glass on the floor. I could feel the bottled-up anger forming in me bubbling up to the surface. “You knew what this was when we got together. You knew we had to be careful even when we were just friends” “Yes I know but it shouldn’t be this way” “We have no choice but to live this way! It sucks it truly does but what choice do we have. You can’t have a relationship and you’re career you know that"

“You’re so selfish for saying that,” he says. “That’s so unfair”

“Selfish? I’m doing all this to be with you. I’m risking my entire career just to be with you. I get it, it’s easier for you because well let’s be honest here the fans are more forgiving of a man. But for me it’s different. I mean look around you Taeyong. My home was destroyed by some crazy-obsessed fan. How many more have to break down my door for you to see that I’m risking my life to be with you” I say causing Taeyong to remain silent. He kicked the ground putting his hands in his pocket. Nodding his head he wiped a tear away from his eye. “You’re right. I’m not the one not seeing the problem here. I’m holding you back” he said. “You deserve so much more than this. I can’t keep holding you back” he says his throat cracking. He keeps his eyes away from mine as he speaks.

“Now that’s unfair Bu. Both of us are risking a lot to be together and you’re not holding me back. Taeyong I love you so much” I say slowly walking toward him. “But,” he says his eyes glued to the floor. I stop in my tracks this is it. This is where it ends. “But…” When I fail to finish my sentence he finished it for me. “I can’t keep letting you save me. You always take the blame for me Y/n. Let me protect you this one time. Let me be the one to protect you just this time time” he said finally looking into my eyes. A sob left my throat and I quickly covered it turning away from him. I could hear his footsteps coming towards me and then stopping. I walked away from him down the hallway into a nearby room. Once I shut the door I opened my eyes. Blinded by tears I tried to make out what room I was in. Soon realizing where I was standing I let out a sound of pure pain.

It wasn’t the cry you make when you’re heart is broken. It was the sound you make when you have lost everything. Both Taeyong and the officer came running in seeing me kneeling on the ground. Not yet noticing the room until they turned their eyes away from me. The officer widened his eyes and Taeyong gasped. My studio had been destroyed. My hand covered my mouth my heart beating out of my chest. I couldn’t conceal the sobs no matter how hard I tried. The pain I felt in my chest felt like I had been stabbed repeatedly. What did I do to deserve this? I know I am not perfect but why was I being punished?

My piano was crushed pieces of my records sticking outside the top. Keys from the piano lay on the floor next to many song pages from many books I own, most ripped into millions of pieces. My awards broke and were thrown across the room. My microphone and recorder were broken and laid across the floor. My guitars were impaired, bent, and broken, and next to them laid my damaged albums that received from friends over the years. Even awards I had with my former members were dismantled and thrown around in the ground. Everything I loved lived and grew in this room. All my old songs and my new songs that the world hadn’t even heard yet were gone. The pictures I had on my wall their frames smashed and the photos were ripped in too. I had nothing. I had lost everything and all I could do was sit on my now eradicate studio floor and cry. A few days later. I sat by the window of my former member Kim Yeri’s home. Looking outside as the rain poured I held a warm mug close to me and a blanket covering me from the waist down.

For days people in the media had been talking about me and my apartment. Pictures leaked of Taeyong walking towards my apartment and soon pictures of him leaving. While most people wished for my safety there will still be some who have wished the intruder had succeeded in killing me.

Taeyong had however denied the rumors himself restating that I was just a friend and he wanted to make sure I was okay. The media seemed to take his word finally putting an end to our “Dating Scandal”. I let my chin fall into my hand. How stupid. A dating scandal. Why can’t I just make music and be free to date who I want? Don’t people realize that music sounds better when I have some sort of experience to relate to? Falling in love and getting hurt. Most people can relate to that. I thought people wanted to be my friend. Turns out they just want to control me.

Yeri sat across from me grabbing a blanket and holding a warm cup of tea. She looked over in my direction watching me as I watched the rain fall on the grass of her backyard. “How are you feeling?” She asked. I turned my focus onto her. “I’ve been better,” I say sipping my tea. She smiled at me endearingly. “What?” I asked wiping my face. “Are there cookie crumbs on my face I ate some before” she chuckled softly kicking me. “No stupid,” she said causing me to chuckle too. I needed that. She sipped her tea watching as I did the same.

“You’re so brave. I don’t think I could ever do what you did” she said. I shook my head. “What hit someone with a bat?” I waved my hand. “I just did that in the spur of the moment. I wasn’t even thinking straight” I said waving it off. That was the past now and I had to move on from it.

“I mean you may have not been thinking about yourself but you were thinking about him,” she said. I raised a brow scoffing looking away towards her garden. “Who Taeyong? I mean, of course, I hit her with the bat to save him. I didn’t want him to die” I said avoiding my true feelings. I don’t need her to be right just for her to rub it in like she always does. She rolled her eyes. “Sureeee” she teased.

“You know I’m not going to say it. Since we were trainees all you do is tease me every time you know something I don’t or when you are right. I know you love being right but now is not the time Yeri” I say causing her to laugh. She sips her tea fixing the way she sat in front of the window. “You know me so well” she teased again. I rolled my eyes looking away from her and back at the flowers.

“Has he called you?” She asked this time being serious. I shook my head. “No, and I don’t think he will. He’s trying to protect me. That’s what he told me before he left” I said tapping my finger on my mug. She nodded. “I guess that’s sweet” she shrugged.

“Yeri” I called.

“Yes?” She asked.

“What was it like for you? When everyone found out about you and Jeong Ho?” I asked hoping her story will help heal the aching in my body and heart.

She sighed leaning over to place her mug on a nearby lamp table. Once she placed the mug down she made herself comfortable again bringing the blanket back up to cover her legs. “Well for starters it wasn’t easy. You remember what happened. The fans left us, because of me. They stopped supporting us, they gave up on us. They didn’t love us anymore and why? Because I and Jeongho fell in love” She shook her head.

“What me and Jeongho have is real and at the time it was still real. It was so real that I gave up my life for him. I had always wanted to be a singer and I still do sing, but you know I always dreamed of having a family one day. Jeongho could give me that, he did give me that. Now I have one beautiful child and another one on the way. I didn’t just give music up because of Jeongho. I choose to be with Jeongho because it was my choice. It’s my life and I get to decide when I stop singing. When I stop performing. I get to decide who comes into my life and how long they stay. I decide the person I want to be and the story I want to tell. No one should tell you who you are and what you should be doing. Y/n if you love Taeyong then be with him. Make the music you like and that you’re proud of you. And those who listen will listen and those who will refuse to support you well they can leave. You have talent Y/n, but just because you’re good at something doesn’t mean you should live for it. You deserve to be happy just like everyone else” She paused for a moment taking my hand in hers.

“So I guess that begs the question, what are you gonna do? What are you gonna do with you’re life? Are you going to hide in the shadows safe but miserable and alone or are you gonna fly high risky but un regrettable and free?” She kept her eyes locked with mine and determined to look into her eyes. I stared back into hers with the same look in mine. I know exactly what I have to do. I stood up letting go of her hand.

“Be careful,” she warned. “Once you do this there’s no turning back” I sighed, “It’s worth it. If they can’t love me at my worst then how do I know they love me at my best” I said before I walked out, putting on my shoes and heading straight to my company.

—-

“Y/n I don’t understand. You don’t want to resign? I thought you liked working with us?” My boss said to me shocked by the drop-by I made and the current news. “I think it would be best if I didn’t resign,” I said again sternly. He wasn’t going to change my mind. “But Y/n,” he came around his desk standing in front of me. “We can take care of you here. We can give you anything you need. Do you want more money? It’s yours!” He said trying to persuade me. I shook my head. “My answer is no. I don’t need you to take care of me. Besides, many other companies want me, I don’t need your money” I said grabbing my purse and walking out the company door. My manager followed behind me handing in his letter of resignation. He had planned to stick beside me, especially after everything that happened with my apartment. Walking outside all the employees watched as I left the entertainment company. As we walked outside news trucks parked in front of the tall building. News anchors leaped out of their vehicles dying to catch on me on camera since this was my first public sighting in a while regarding my old home.

“Y/n! Y/n!” They shouted my name holding microphones and running towards me.

“Y/n any news regarding you’re Gangnam home?”

“Y/n please look here!” Even the paparazzi arrived.

“Y/n tell us where are things with you and Taeyong? Are you dating?

Did you break up?” A news reporter asked.

“Y/n tell us where are you staying now?” Another asked.

“Y/n there are rumors you are leaving you’re company is that true?”

I nodded. “I am refusing to resign yes,” I said. The news reporters gathered around even more seeing that I had responded to one out of a thousand questions. My new security team started to surround me making sure I was safe from the forming crowd around me. I tried to walk through all the people keeping my sunglasses on and close to my face. More people including curious predestines came to see exactly what was happening. “Y/n why did you resign?!” The news reporters continued to shout over each other.

“Stop for a moment,” I told my manager. He widened his eyes. “Are you sure? It’s too dangerous we have to keep going. The car isn’t far from us” he said concerned. I shook my head touching his shoulder. “This will only be a moment” he bit his lip looking over at the guards. “Make sure no one puts their hands on her, you understand?” They nodded making sure the news camera could see me but the people still couldn’t touch me.

“Y/n please tell us why did you resign,” the news reporter asked holding a microphone to me. “Is this live?” I asked pointing to the large camera in front of us. The man nodded still holding the mic up to me. I took it from his hands thanking him. He look confused glancing at his cameraman and then back at me. “Um I’m supposed to, “ he said I shook my head. “Not right now you’ve done enough,” I said before picking up the mic to my lips. “Hello everyone my name is Y/L Y/N. Now I don’t know whose watching, frankly it doesn’t even matter if one person is watching” I looked over at my manager who gave me a thumbs up. He let out a shaky breath nodding his head reminding me that everything would be okay. Turning back to the camera I swallowed the lump in my throat. “But there’s something I need to say”

Here goes nothing I thought to myself.

“For those who don’t know me, you’re going to get to know me today. For those who do well, you will be reminded of who I am today. I am an idol. A K-pop idol. What does that mean? Well, it means I’m a performer who sings in Korean. I was once part of a K-pop group with five other girls who also sang in Korean. Now I’m a soloist, my group disbanded a couple of years ago. You may be wondering why? It wasn’t because we fought or because we hated each other. We loved each other, we were like a family. It was because we believed we had no choice. A former member of mine Kim Yeri fell in love and ultimately it was her downfall. The fans ripped us apart why?

Because Yeri chose on her own. She chose to be in love than to listen to what others said about her. Now she’s inspired me to do the same thing. For a long time, I was scared of letting everyone down. Paranoid no one would listen to my music or my story because they would hate what I had to say” I paused for a moment. Everyone around me remained silent. The news reporter leaned over to the cameraman motioning with his fingers to keep rolling. I took off my sunglasses squinting my eyes from the sun.

“Now I’ve realized I can’t be afraid anymore. I can’t let fear stop me from doing the things I love. And what is it that I love? Well I love music, I love art, I love the fall, I love my friends and family. I love wearing my hair down, I love eating as much food as I want, I love to put on makeup, I love to box, I hate doing pilates and I hate wearing clothes that don’t fit me and I hate not being able to openly love the man that I love. I hate being perfect in you’re image when no matter how hard I try I can’t achieve it. I am not just someone or something you can tell me what to do and when to do it. I am not a dog that you can order around or control. I am a person and It’s about time you all begin to see me like one. As I person I will make mistakes, I will be afraid, I will cry, I will get angry and I will fall in love. It’s what makes me human just like all of you. So after this, if you wish to no longer support me then that’s fine. I don’t need people who only love me and that were designed to make Me feel special. Those who see me and hear me well I hope you like the real me. Thank you everyone, goodbye” I say walking away. The news reporters continue to follow me to my car. Cameras flashed everywhere around us shouting my name.

“Y/n look over here!”

“Amazing speech!”

“Talk to us. What does this mean for you and Taeyong?”

“Y/n please just look right here!” They continued to shout even when I put my sunglasses back on and my manager opened my car door so that I could sit inside. The door shouted and their howls began muffled. I sighed taking my glasses off. My manager came around the other side of the car and sat opposite me. He shut the car door telling the driver to drive off. Once we drove off and away from the people I let out a breath I didn’t even realize I was holding. My manager took a water bottle from outside his bag handing it to me to drink. I took the cold water from his hands letting it slide down my throat. He watched as I sipped on the water trying not to spill it with my shakey hands. I placed it on the side of the door closing the top. “How did I do?” I asked. He nodded looking puzzled. “I’m sure everything is gonna be okay,” he said. “I’m going to check Twitter,” he said opening his phone.

His eyes widened almost dropping his phone. He let out a gasp causing me to lean over the seatbelt preventing me from moving any further. “What is it?” I frantically asked. “You’re followers, they went down,” he leaned over and showed me the phone. I went from having three million followers to two million followers in minutes. I sighed my heart stinging a little. It hurt people who didn’t want to get to know me. People disliked me and they didn’t even know me. I guess that still makes me human.

“Wait a minute” he began refreshing the page. His eyes widened his glasses slightly falling off his face. He picked them back up the bridge of his nose showing me his phone. “Look” was all he said. This time less enthusiastic I leaned over to look at his phone. However this time I was truly shocked. I took off my glasses watching as each time Mr.Jung refreshed more and more people began to follow me. My followers had dropped to two million and now I was sitting with fifteen million followers. “Mr.Jung, what does this mean?” I asked my heart racing. “It means the people chose you,” he said, “I think it’s time you announce it,” he said pointing to my phone in my hands. I nodded opening up Twitter and tweeting the following.

Y/nforpresident- Hello everyone and new people. Thank you so much for your love and support. If you want to continue to hear me well good news! Tonight I’m dropping an album that will include thirteen songs. It will be available on Apple Music, Spotify, YouTube, SoundCloud, and Amazon Music. And to give you a little spoiler, it’s nothing like you’ve heard/seen me before. My new album is called Controversy. See you at midnight! 😉 I sent my tweet, now we wait. 11:30 pm “You ready?” Yeri asked me. I had invited all my friends to come to my little own watch party in my new house. Most of my family couldn’t make it since they live farther away, but they are still supporting me all waiting for the album to drop to listen and stream it. I nodded my head Yeri stood behind me watching the tv in front of me holding a countdown for my new music video, I stared and directed myself. Thought the rest of the party songs off my album could be heard playing as well as other songs of mine including some from my girl group days.

More of my former members showed up in support telling me that they were finally ready to put music out again. I smiled proud of them all taking each of them in my arms. “Wait let’s take a picture!” My former member Emily said with her Australian accent. All the girls agreed surrounding the window that lead to a beautiful garden I planted once I settled in. We all posed for a group photo each of us posting the picture to our socials. “Awww someone said, “Miss this group, this is a reunion I was waiting for you!” My former member Haewon said. We were all awed taking a couple more photos together.

“Look it’s almost time!” Hoseok shouted. That’s right I’m friends with Bts. Well looked towards the clock on the large tv. Five minutes left until my music video and album would drop for the whole world to hear. I held a red solo cup in my hand watching the countdown from five minutes to four. “Are you excited?” I looked over my shoulder and saw Jaehyun. I nodded letting out a little shiver. “I’m both excited and nervous, is that even possible?” We both chuckled cheering together and taking a drink from our cups. “To controversy” I smiled bringing our cups together “To controversy” we smiled taking a sip of the alcohol.

“He’s here by the way,” Jaehyun said. “He wasn’t sure if he should come up so he’s been waiting outside on you’re porch” I shook my head in disbelief. “Wait he’s just been waiting outside?” He nodded letting out a small chuckle. “Yup. He doesn’t want to ruin the night for you or something like that so he said he’s supporting you in secret where people won’t judge him” I sighed rolling my eyes and handing him my cup. “Can you dump this for me? I’m going to go talk to him” I said holding back a smirk. Jaehyun nodded taking the cup from my hands. “Of course”

I made my way past all the people heading to my front door. From the window, I could see Taeyong sitting on a bench holding his phone in his hands. He was all dressed up like everyone else inside. He looked gorgeous as always and I just wanted to march out there and ruin all his hair and makeup. But I controlled myself, this wasn’t the time. I unlocked my door stepping out causing Taeyong to perk his head up.

“Hi” is all he said standing up to his feet and stuffing his phone in his jean pocket. “I wasn’t sure if I should come in or not. I don’t know if I’m allowed in”

“Why would you be? You’re the reason I’m able to do all of this” I said. “I am?” He said confused. I nodded, “I mean you’re part of the reason yeah. You helped me realize that I didn’t need to keep protecting myself from the world. I just needed to live. You wear part of that living. Living is all about the things you do whether alone or with the people you love. Taeyong,” I walked over to him gesturing my hand for him to take. He hesitatingly took it in his. Once my fingers touched he relaxed taking my hand in his. “Taeyong I love you and I’m not afraid to say it out loud anymore where people can hear. I want people to know about us, but only if you want that too”

His lips sat tightly on his face forming a line. He nodded his head pulling me closer to him. “If it means I can be with you then yes. I’ll follow you anywhere you go, even to the ends of the Earth” he said leaning in to kiss me. We held each other close kissing like we hadn’t seen each other in decades. He smiled into the kiss pulling me closer to him and my hands found their way past his neck and into his silvered locks.

However, our kiss was interrupted by a knock at the door. “I hate to interrupt,” Yeri began. “But it’s time!” She squealed excitedly. We both smiled following behind her, holding each other's hands. “Okay twenty seconds,” I heard Jungwoo say. We walked further inside making our way to the couch. Yeri made some space for me and him to sit and we sat down right in the middle facing the tv. Everyone gathered around waiting for the drop of my new music video.

“Ten seconds!” Joy said causing everyone to begin to count down. “Ten” “Nine” “This is it” Yeri whispered to me. “Eight” “Seven” “You’re gonna do so well” Taeyong whispered to my kissing me below my ear. “I’m so proud of you” he whispered. “Six” “Five” “Four” “Three” “Two” “One!!!” Everyone shouted now becoming quiet as the screen went black and my video What we do in The Shadows began to play.

——-

“Okay, you ready to see?” Taeyong asked still wearing a towel around his waist. My hopes of ruining his hair and makeup came true last night and now he continued to walk around my home in just a towel, such a tease.

I nodded putting my coffee mug down. “Yes I’m ready to see it,” I said Taeyong walked over to me holding an iPad. Leaning over so his wet skin could touch mine I took in a breath controlling myself from just throwing the iPad across the room and having him on the counter. “Yay!” He shouted. “Everyone loves it. That’s a relief I was so scared for you” he said I nodded holding my hand over my chest. “Me too. I thought people would hate it but it turns out people love it!” He nodded proudly smiling big. “Yea all the comments are about you speaking you’re truth and not being afraid to be who you are. It’s inspiring Y/n and you inspire me” he leaned over and kissed me. I pulled him closer causing him to place the iPad on the table turning his body to face me.

"You're not tired?" he teased referring to last night. He smirked bringing his lips closer to mine and kissing me. I smiled shaking my head. He pulled me closer to him by my waist. I giggled his hair tickling my forehead. He smiled lovingly watching the tiny creases in my face form under my eyes and by my lips when I smiled. He moved a piece of hair out of my face keeping me in his arms.

"I'm going to marry you someday. I don't know why I felt like saying that or feeling this way but I just know. Someday you're going to be my wife" he said staring into my eyes. He had such beautiful eyes, they were big and brown and sparkled every time I stared into them. His eyes, his lips, and his body all made me feel at home. I leaned up kissing him, this time less heated. Replacing the passion with a soft embrace instead. The kiss was sweet and light. We weren't rushing it or trying to rip each other's clothes or lack of. We just kissed and it felt nice. Kissing Taeyong in the kitchen on a beautiful sunny Saturday morning felt right. He let go picking me up and placing me on the counter.

He knelt down facing me, lifting my silk nightgown past my knees and up to my waist. My finger found its way to my bottom lip playing with the plumped pink skin as I watched Taeyong pull down my black panties tossing them to the side. He smiled up at me leaning closer between my thighs. He kissed my inner right thigh and then made his way to my left sucking and biting the skin creating a small mark. I sucked in a breath one of my hands supporting my balance on the white counter and the other finding his hair. He smelled me groaning and closing his eyes to savour the smell of me.

"You smell so good, baby. Can I taste you, please?" He pleaded remaining on his knees watching as my wetness dripped out of me and down my leg making its way to the floor. Taeyong let out a low groan, "That was hot baby. Look how wet you are. Do you need Bu? I can help you" He said not even meeting my eyes, he just watched my pussy clench around nothing. He licked his lips silently begging for me to say yes. I nodded my head eagerly, "Yes please" is all I said and all he needed to hear.

He leaped straight into action wasting no time licking a long stripe on my pussy. He wanted to take his time with me. Prove his love to me with his words and his tongue. He spread my folds his tongue abusing my clit after I begged him to go faster. He groaned against my core devouring me and saving every taste on his tongue so he has something to remember when he is alone. "You taste so good baby" He praised his fingers making their way to my hole. He brought his two fingers to my lips, they slipped past my mouth allowing me to suck on them.

He removed his fingers from my mouth bringing them back down to my pussy finding their way back to my hole. They easily slipped inside me, and my hands left his hair to continue to balance myself. "Baby if you want to you can lay down, I'll take care of you" He purred. I shook my head taking my bottom lip between my teeth He continued to pump his fingers inside me. "I want…I want to watch" I moaned. He smirked leaning his head back down to eat my pussy.

"Bu I'm gonna cum" I moaned opening my eyes to see him still pumping his long fingers inside me and his plump lips still eating me. I moan again my head falling back. Taeyong's fingers reached my G-spot bringing me closer to my orgasm. My fingers clenched around him repeatedly. "Baby can I put it in?" he asked watching his fingers disappear inside me. He looked up into my eyes begging me. I nodded not saying a word. I couldn't talk, I couldn't think It just all felt too good.

He slowly pulled his fingers out of me, stood up, and quickly removed the towel. "Should I get a condom?" he asked. I shook my head. "I want to feel you and besides I'm on the pill" he nodded stroking his dick and bringing it up to slide through my folds, using to circle my clit a little. He groaned feeling my wetness mixed with his pre-cum. "Taeyong please," I moaned. He brought his cock down to my wet dripping hole and slowly slid it inside me.

Letting me adjust to him his whole body shuddered feeling me clench and unclench around him. "Baby please if you keep doing that I'll finish too quick" he groaned. "I'm gonna move okay?" I nodded watching his dick start to move in and out of me. He moved slowly at first and I understand he wants to take his time today but he feels too good in me to move at this pace. He can make love to me by fucking me. "Taeyong please move faster" I moaned. He began to pick up his pace moving his hips faster and a lot harder than before snapping his hips into mine. Holding onto my waist he leaned down to my ear.

"I want to make love to you baby. I wanted to savor you and make you feel special because you deserve it" he said softly in my ear. "But I guess my baby wants to be fucked and if that's what makes her feel good then I will do it" He kissed underneath my ear sucking on the skin as his hips continued to snap hard and quick into mine. He laid me down flat on the counter spreading my legs open even more. His fingers found their way to my clit moving the small bundle of nerves in a circle.

My arms leaned to top touch him. Holding his bicep and his shoulders. His arms flexed as he continued to fuck into me his veins on full display. "Bu I'm gonna cum" I moaned. He nodded losing himself inside me. "Cum baby cum for Bu," he said continuing to fuck into me quickly and hard. I came all over his dick soaking it. I could hear him slip in and out of me our juices mixing. His brows furrowed as he focused on meeting his high. I clenched and unclenched around him causing him to let out loud groans and moans. His eyes squeezed shut and his jaw slacked as he chased his orgasm.

"Taeyong be good to me and open your eyes. I want to see how cute you look when you cum" He opened his eyes staring into my mine. My cheeks flushed tinted with a shade of red. My hair stuck to my forehead, my body glistened in sweat. "I wanna be good…good for you" he moaned releasing himself inside me. Once he came he stood inside me for a moment both of us catching our breath.

Eventually, he slipped out of me watching some of his cum slip out of me. He leaned over grabbed some paper towels and cleaned him and myself. He picked his towel back up from the floor taking my head and my nightgown falling back down to cover myself. He guided me to the bathroom by my bedroom. "I'm not done taking care of you," He said opening the bathroom door and closing it behind us.

Later that day.

"Y/n you have been in the news a lot recently. Some people are saying good things and some are saying bad things. How does that make you feel?" the lady asked me holding a microphone in my direction. I stood in front of a podium at a press conference for my the release of my new album, What we do in The Shadows.

I sighed looking over to Yeri and my manager who gave me a thumbs up. Jeongho sat next to her holding their baby in his arms. I smiled at them and they smiled back. Taeyong sat on the other side of Yeri keeping his eyes on me mouthing "You got this". I smiled at him too. I turned back around taking out a breath. I have to be confident. I can do this.

"It makes me feel unsurprised. As an idol my name is always going to be tossed around in the media whether i've done something postive or negative. This is the life I signed up for is what most people have told me which is try, to become an idol was my choice. Was I ready for this "excitement" No" I shook my head. "But," I pointed my index finger up. "I've been in this buisness for a long time. It's going to take a lot to scare or surpise me"

Once I finished answering more people can raised their hands. I picked a man in the front wearing brown.

"Y/n can you tell us where your relationship with Taeyong stands? The people want to know are you too involved romantically?" He said holding his microphone up. A lady part of my staff went up to him ushering him to either ask another question or sit down. I leaned over whispering to her, "It's alright" She looked back unsure of what to do. "Are you sure?" I nodded. She let go of the guy's shoulder allowing him to settle back in his seat. He picked his microphone back up facing it towards me.

"In a perfect world, you wouldn't ask me this question. You would ask me a question about the album or the music video. You'd ask me about my art. Except we don't live in a perfect world and instead, you choose to ask me about my personal relationships. Why? Is my life that interesting to you and everyone watching at home. I don't broadcast my life to the world ever and even if I did what makes you think you have the right to ask me such a question? My relationship with Taeyong is my relationship with him. It's not yours, or hers" I pointed to a random woman in the audience. "And it's not the people at home seeing me now. This information will not make your life better or worse, but I'll tell you this. If you can and this goes for all of you. If you can give me a good reason as to why my business is your business then and only then I will tell you"

The man and the rest of the audience remained silent. Everyone blinked dumb-founded. They all looked around at eachother. Yeri had a smuge look on her face like she wanted to laugh in the faces of all the people in the crowd.

"No response? Well then I guess you have your answer" I smiled at the man who sat back down in his seat quietly.

"Now I will not be taking any further questions unless they are about the album, if not then I will leave" Everyone stood back up yelling and shouting to be picked. Cameras flashed while taking my photos, I was definitely making headlines tonight. I smiled at one of the cameras waving my hand. Turning back to the crowd I called upon a woman wearing black.

"Who inspired your song, What We Do In the Shadows?" she asked holding her mic up.d

The people never learn. I shook my head getting ready to leave.

"Wait! Y/n!" a man wearing yellow called. "Yes?" I asked.

"Okay go ahead" I waved my hand.

"In you're song What We Do In the Shadows there's a line you wrote. The line is "And even if it's over no one would ever know. It's like walking down a dark alley way and know ones you're there. No one can find you or here you. Only the moon knows the stories you tell at night and when the sun comes up that alley way is full with light" he pauses for a moment.

"These lyrics are raw and relatable. Was that you're intent to tell you the truth with this album?" he asked. I smiled.

"That was my intent. I wanted a piece of the real me to show. I thought comparing myself to a dark and scary alley to a peaceful walk way in the morning would show just how good of an actress I can be when it comes to you all. Good eye" I complimented.

"I have a question," I said to him. He nodded, "Yes?"

"How old are you?" I asked. The boy raised a brow confused pulling back his mic and closing his notebook.

"Umm twenty-one" He said unsure of what else to say.

"You're young. I like you keep up the good work" I said walking off the podium. People followed behind me security blocking the reporters away from me. Photographers use this opportunity to snap as many photos as me as I can.

There may be hope for the future of music. I smiled put on my sunglasses walking outside, Yeri and Taeyong not too far behind me.

Fin

I KNOW THIS WAS LONG but I hope you still enjoyed it. I'm sorry this one took so long I just got really busy with family and school, but I took some time today to finish and edit this story. If there are any errors I missed, please don't hesitate to tell me. My computer glitched while trying to save everything, so I had to re-edit and may have missed some spots. I doubled checked and it looks fine but you never know. Anyways I hope you enjoyed it.

Also, I know this story ended on a happy note but this is a work of fiction. This is unfortunately not realistic for any idol in this industry. Now, please be careful about what YOU say to someone. Words hurt and we need to be mindful of what we say to others. Check up on idols, friends, family, etc. Take care of each other and yourself.

[yensunflowers]

so i saw this post about how modern nhs would use his phone as a equivalent of a fan. and tricking people into thinking he's not listening when is. and i added my own 5 cents and now i have a drabble! unspecified modern au with nhs as wwx's and jc's problem radar because it's not the gusu trio if they don't get themselves into some problems! unedited + written late, i might expand this au later... maybe

He was a party soul, honestly. He loved going out and spending time with people, listening to music, dancing, and anything but spending time studying. And it was no surprise that Huaisang was now sitting on someone's couch, in someone's house, he didn't really know the owner– But a good party wasn't happening every day! 

"...nah, no, we'll deal with him quickly."

He was alone though, with only his phone to keep him company. But it wasn't a problem really, he hadn't checked his Instagram feed for an hour now, so he had plenty of things to waste time on. Until someone comes up to dance with him. 

"Are you sure?"

He sighed. It would be great if someone did... Despite all his love for social media and all, he didn't really want to spend this whole night just on his phone, listening to the party noises. 

"Obviously! Come on, he's just a fucking brat who thinks he's in power now. All bark but no fucking bite."

His finger stopped mid-scrolling, his attention caught by a photo posted by one of his friends. Eh, Jiang Cheng wasn't a person to post anything often, so it was a big occasion! He tapped the screen twice and quickly opened the comments section. 

"I don't know, he seems strong... he beat up two people at once."

He typed a short comment about the photo and how shocking it is to see him active at all, before closing off the app. Though, he was even more surprised to see that almost instantly he got a notification back. 

"But they were unprepared losers. I'll get the old man's people, get some knives or something and we will fucking deal with the fucker."

It took him no time to open direct messages with Jiang Cheng, seeing that he was online. He was bored, alright? And Jiang Cheng was the perfect person to text! Well, maybe because he was sometimes funny to tease... 

"...you want to kill him?"

He texted him about how he was at some boring party and had no one to dance with, he had no one else to bother in other words. As if Jiang Cheng cared, was the reply. 

"Nah, wouldn't risk jail because of trash like him. Just stab him to show who's actually in power and that's it. A warning, you know."

Nie Huaisang sighed heavily and clicked out of the app again. He stared at the screen for a moment and opened the camera instead. He posed to the camera, opting for the same, well known pose he had in most of his party photos. 

"I don't want to deal with his brother if anything serious happens to him, though." 

It took him a moment to actually make a good photo, good quality, and all in this party lighting, but he looked super cute! He opened Instagram again and posted the said picture. He couldn't be bothered with a good caption, so instead, he just put the first emoji he had in his recent ones and tapped "post". 

"Ha! As if he cares about this annoying orphan... He will thank us for dealing with him, watch it."

And then, he opened his direct messages with Jiang Cheng again. 

you: you better watch ur brother btw

jiang cheng: why

you: [pic]

The photo was showing two guys sitting near the couch Huaisang was occupying. If they were a little less obnoxious and not so fucking loud, maybe he wouldn't hear their full conversation and their plan would succeed, but, well! Maybe if they cared about their surroundings more. 

you: ive been listening to them talk for some time

you: and they might be out for wei-xiongs blood

you: this time literally 

jiang cheng: fuck

jiang cheng: what the fuck 

you: take care, you two

Nie Huaisang tapped out of the app and raised his eyes from the phone. His gaze lingered on the two men, talking loudly and drinking some random liquor he was sure wasn't even party sponsored until his phone screen went black.

Well, he should sit around for some more, maybe. Who knows what else he would accidentally hear? He pulled out his earphones. This is going to be a long, long night it seems.

[oddishblossom]

Hey I have a question? How do you produce such high-quality gifs. It's so cool and I've been trying but it usually just doesn't come out well

Thanks! I’ve been making gifs for about 2 years, so I’m by no means a pro. Sometimes it feels like I’m just throwing things at the video until it looks the way I want it to look.

I didn’t use any guides, so it took a lot of trial and error to learn. Just to compare, here’s the first gif I ever made!

My advice for starting to get into gif-making is, you gotta really choose a media or character you love because the process is time consuming and it can be frustrating if it doesn't end up the way you wanted right away. Plus, you’re gonna stare at the same picture for like a loooong time. Over time, I’ve gotten a lot faster at making sets. Like that killua x start over gifset only took me an hour to make, but I barely edited that one. I normally spend a few days on each set.

I still don’t completely get photoshop, so I don’t feel like I can give a tutorial for it. But I do make a lot of gifs on my phone so here’s a more in depth look at that.

For starters, I always get video footage in 1080P. Either download or record the footage you want to turn into gifs. I’m gonna use Killua as an example. Here’s a picture of what the clip looks like before I’ve done anything.

I find that the shorter the clip, the easier it is to make it smooth and crisp. This clip is only 5 seconds long. I try to keep my clips 5 seconds or shorter. I can do longer clips, but then I’d have to shorten the frames used and the speed of the gif (frames per second), which I don’t like doing. Next, I crop it. You want to crop before you start editing.

After that, I can start recoloring. There’s a couple good apps I like using for this. VideoDay and InShot are pretty good, but they’re pay to use. The free one Apple provides in the photos app is good, too. I’ve got a different coloring style for most of my sets. But I mainly focus on making dark colors darker, making colors more saturated so they pop, and brightening the video. On VideoDay & Inshot you can find this setting under Filter. Then go to Adjust. This is what it looks like after boosting up the contrast, saturation, brightness, shadows, and definition. Mess around with different settings until you come up with something you like.

Now, I recolor it a second time with filters. Sometimes I use Inshot or VideoDay, but I mostly use the app ImgPlay. ImgPlay is what I’ll be using to actually turn this video into a gif. I use different filters depending on what colors I want to stand out. CL2 and HW3 are a couple favorites. For this set I use HW3. Then I added more contrast, saturation, and sharpened it as high as it could go.

Now that it looks pretty, time to make it move smoothly. Through a lot of trial and error, I’ve found that these settings work okay. I have it set to 90 frames for this clip. For frames, I usually try to keep it within 80-90 frames (or 30-80 if it’s a shorter clip). If I push it past that, like say 100 frames, it’ll start to look blurry once I condense it.

For speed, I either use .04 seconds or .05 seconds. For frames per second, I always go with 20 FPS at least. This will push up the frame count, so you’ll need to make the clip shorter. You can do that by using the slide bar or that little area with 9 squares in the top right corner.

Now it’s time to export! Just click on save and GIF size. Set the loop to infinity and size to 10 MB. Tumblr has a limit on GIF size, so it needs to be 10MB or under. You can also click on GIF dithering to make the colors blend a bit more.

And we’re done! Hope it wasn’t too confusing and that I explained myself clearly! There’s a lot more cool effects you can do once you get the hang of video editing. This is by no means a strict guide or anything! Heck, even I don’t follow this exactly and I try changing things around, seeing what works and what doesn’t. Gif-making can be super fun, so I hope you keep at it! 😊💖

[merotwst]

I bet Jamil has your photo his home screen image, I bet his lock screen is extremely plain, probably still the generic photo that comes with the phone. Yet when he unlocks it, there's a perfect photo of you, that probably changes every few months. I bet he he moves all his apps and widgets so that he can get the perfect view of your face.

YEAHH actually me and some friends were talking about this while i was streaming the other day!! i 100% agree. he rarely takes out his phone only uses it when he really needs to (texting kalim, keeping important notes, taking his sister's calls etc.). but sometimes when he's exhausted but doesn't have the time to see u i imagine him just taking out his phone and looking at your face on his wallpaper. i like to think it's a silly picture of u he took while u were messily eating shawarma at the scalding sands or a picture of both of you together or just a random selfie of urs aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. he stares at it for a bit while taking a breather and it gives him the energy to go on with his day <3333 what a sap lmao sobbing into my pillows rn

[stubborn-society]

Scarlet House

Photo Credit: Kameron Odums

Everyone was saying, you gotta get on TikTok. It’s the place to see new artists get their break. Not everyone is going to find their audience there, but you still have to be there, blah, blah, blah. What does this have to do with me? I thought TikTok couldn’t possibly be a place for anyone with any kind of taste. But I was curious how pop star wannabes and study beats producers promoted their music on the weird kiddie app. I also thought hey, everyone’s pressuring me to get on here, I’ll shoot some nonsense into the void, too.

Pro tip: TikTok is fucking incredible. I’m really impressed (and occasionally annoyed) with the way communities form and function on it. And if you’re really into music, it’s really fun. Almost too fun. But that’s a post for another time. 

I’ve found most of my favorite new artists on TikTok lately. It didn’t take long for me to find Scarlet House. A dreamy, shoegazey, alt-pop song playing to a close shot of Kameron’s face (note: handsome face) while he’s driving (presumably to or from work), a sullen expression in his thousand-mile stare with a wall of text that read: 

“i know alternative isn’t the biggest genre in the world but it’s the one that means the most to me and has done the most for me so i’m gonna keep making it no matter who will and won’t listen”

The little hairs on my arm stood up. I got those goosebumps I get when something hits right. I was instantly endeared by the sweetness of it, but it was something else - I immediately bought it, and I’m not the only one. With early endorsements from Kehlani and Fred Durst of Limp Bizkit, Scarlet House is a band we should keep our eyes and ears on. His fan base has been steadily growing and he’s making smart moves. I love to see it.

This is Scarlet House. 

Hi, Scarlet House. 

Hello there!!

How’s it going? 

I woke to see another day, so things are going great for me.

Hell yeah. I found your music back in October, pretty shortly after getting on TikTok. How long have you been making music for this project? 

I've been working on this project since about mid-2021. I've had a love of rock music for a long time but always thought I wouldn't be able to make it, so Scarlet House was my attempt.

Did you have a project before Scarlet House or were you playing in other bands?

I previously went by my real name Kameron James! I made a very different style at that time, mostly consisting of RnB and pop songs.

What made you decide to start promoting your music on that platform?

I never had any backup plan outside of music, so I told myself it was time to buckle down and focus on promo to get these songs to the world. TikTok happens to be the best place to do it right now as we all probably know.

Yeah, it seems like every band is on there right now! Sometimes it feels crazy, but I’m starting to really love the platform from a discovery perspective. How long have you been promoting your music on TikTok?

I started seriously promoting Scarlet House Music summer of 2022. I posted before that but never with a plan of consistency.

It’s pretty common to see cool accounts get started, then the creator loses interest. I’m glad you stuck with it. What has it been like for you as an artist promoting their music on social media? 

It's ironic because before pursuing music, I'd never been the biggest social media person. I found it hard to convey who I was, but when I stopped overthinking and started doing it, that's when it became easier.

It’s a weird and sometimes scary step. But I like that you’ve taken the format and used it to express who you are. What were some of your goals when you started promoting your music online? 

Live shows are probably one of the biggest things I hope to get out of my music career. I've always dreamt of them so now being on course to making them happen is amazing. Other than that I'm just seeing where the journey takes me and taking it a day at a time.

Totally, it’s the only way. Does TikTok feel like a competitive environment? What do you think is the biggest challenge an artist faces promoting their music on the platform?  

One thing that I've realized is that there is a lane for everyone. With millions of people on the app, there's enough space for everyone to grow. In this age of music, it's easier than ever to get caught up in numbers. I try to think about the reasons I love music to keep myself grateful and centered.

I wholeheartedly agree; numbers should never be the end game. It gets exhausting for everyone and you can always tell who lost in the analytics and who really wants to be there. Do you find music on TikTok? Are there other indie artists you follow?

All the time! The beauty is in the fact that you get to see how much talent is out in the world. Art is perspective to me, so being able to see the world the way someone else does is both amazing and important. My favorite artist at the moment is this guy vhs ghost. I bonded with him through having a similar life walk so his music speaks to me in a special way. Lofi gold.

I’m so stoked to hear that. I always wonder what the social experience is like for artists on TikTok. So you think TikTok is a good platform to build community and find other musicians?

It is the best platform that I've seen! I think nothing beats a face-to-face community, but having TikTok makes it where you can build community no matter the distance. 

Yes! I have found some truly legit artists and hardcore music fans on there and as an artist myself, it really is so exciting. Do you enjoy the other music content that you see? Do you vibe more with the content or the music? 

For sure! I connect with the music usually but the content is the selling point so I have a very strong respect for the content creators I do see.

What are the main qualities that draw you to your favorite music? What makes a song great? 

I think a great song, for me, is a song that can make me feel something. I take a strong interest in the topic of nostalgia. I think there is beauty in being able to feel a glimpse of your own past through a song that is new to you.

I feel this so much! I love all the various music revivals happening online - it gives me an excuse to share my favorite music with people who haven’t heard it. Sharing is great for intergenerational bonding in the music scene, passing music down (and up!) is so important. Are you into full albums or do you like singles/playlists more?

Each presentation of music can be cool in its own way but my favorite thing is to find an album and get lost in its world.

I’m so happy to hear that! I’m addicted to making playlists now, but I love knowing people still enjoy the full album experience. It feels crucial to fully enjoy the art form. Albums can become part of your life. A lot of artists are pushing singles rather than albums right now. Do you see the “marketing advice for indie artists” accounts, and if so, what do you think of them? 

I see them quite often. The internet is huge and is full of so much advice, I think the key is understanding which advice is for you and which isn't. Everyone has a different path to their goal so knowing what will work for you and your brand is crucial!

Absolutely. I notice a lot of accounts try to make everything seem easy and plug-and-play when the reality is it’s very tough to navigate alone. Do you follow any industry accounts?

Honestly, I don't follow too many industry accounts. It can all be a little overwhelming when I think about the business side of the industry.

Judging from the comment sections alone, that’s probably smart. There’s a lot of conversation lately around indie artists maintaining control and ownership over their music and finding success without a label. Do you think this is an important conversation, and do you think it’s a good option for artists? 

I've definitely stayed in tune with the debates surrounding labels and ownership. I think the most important thing is having a team around you that you can trust. Every deal is different so I think as far as signing, just being confident in what you bring to the table and knowing your worth are super important! 

I notice a lot of artists on TikTok are solo. You write and play all the instruments, record, and produce everything yourself. Do you feel like there are limitations to being a solo artist on social media or in general? 

There is definitely a set of pros and cons to being a solo artist. Limitations present themselves when I'm in a creative drought, that's when collaboration can be beneficial. I've had a specific sound that I've been trying to achieve for a while now and I'm still working towards it so in the case of my artistry, it's been easier to go on the journey alone.

I think a lot of people can relate to that. Being a band leader is also different and can be pretty challenging. Are you a perfectionist?  

A perfectionist from my own perspective! I don't want to say that my work is perfect, but I'm stubborn with my vision and ears so I won't stop chipping away at a song until it's where I'd like it to be. 

I think it comes through in a good way and when you have a band it’ll be a seamless transition. 

Something I was super excited to see is how much TikTok gives visibility to artists of color in every genre. I can see directly how deeply it resonates with fans. Do you have any thoughts you’d like to share about that? Does it inspire you to see other Black artists pivoting into genres previously only marketed to white audiences?

Growing up in school I moved around a lot and dealt with these feelings of being an outsider. Now that I'm older and understand the world a little better, I can see that a lot of us had many things in common back in grade school, the similarities just never surfaced. For this reason, the Black alternative scene is a very exciting thing to me. One great thing about the internet is that it provides a space to be yourself. Going forward I hope to see more of my peers embracing who they are regardless of the pressure society puts on them to conform. Alternative scene or not, everyone deserves to be themself.

  

Do you feel like TikTok builds awareness for Black alternative artists more than other platforms? 

It's interesting because I look at TikTok as being the land, you can build whatever you want there. This has been a huge stepping stone for so many Black artists to be discovered and heard.

It’s really amazing. As someone who always pushed hard for this freedom growing up and even now, I love seeing this grow and watching people flourish. One thing I really love about your content is that you’re so transparent and honest about what making music means to you. You just seem like such a nice person! Social media has a reputation for hooking people in with drama and toxicity, and I can tell your fans really appreciate your authenticity. 

The times that were in can be brutal. Mentally, emotionally and spiritually. If there is anything I could offer to a listener, I want it to be an escape. A reminder that things can be okay.

They can feel it. I’m glad you’re sharing it with people. So what’s on deck in 2023 for Scarlet House? What are you looking forward to? What can your fans look forward to? 

I'm beyond excited for all that's to come in 2023! My biggest focus is just releasing more tracks! Hopefully, the songs will resonate with listeners as much as they do with me. 

(Originally published on beastsunltd.com January 31st, 2023)

[heart-hammer]

Menver Pt. 1: Rock Guys

Living in “Menver” is terrible and I love it.

Denver is the land of single men. When you live here, you run into a lot of them. Like, a lot. So many in fact that you start to categorize them into specific types.

One of those types are Rock Guys. Rock Guys are fucking everywhere.

Rock Guys aren’t Crystal Guys. Crystal Guys went to design school and journal every morning. Rock Guys are different.

For one thing, Rock Guys don’t buy their rocks. Every piece in a Rock Guy’s collection was pulled from the ground by their own hands, and they’ll tell you about when and where it happened for as long as you’re willing to listen. Sometimes longer.

Rock Guys think people who pay for rocks are silly. Rock Guys think people who pay for anything are silly because Rock Guys are Facebook-Marketplace, dumpster-dive-on-a-hot-Saturday-afternoon, haggle-until-blue-in-the-face frugal.

Rock Guys have trade jobs. They work with their hands. They mountain bike. They dress like they’re between housing situations. They carry Bowie knives everywhere, even to brunch spots, and you just sort of have to be cool with that because Rock Guys are incredibly stubborn.

You know those kids who were super into dinosaurs in kindergarten? Some of them grew up to be Rock Guys. The kids who could name every Pok��mon got degrees in Computer Science and invested in crypto and the kids who knew a lot about insects developed prescription pill addictions.

Anyway, back to Rock Guys: You’ll meet them at a dog park and invite them over and they’ll bring rocks. This one was originally from upstate New York. He brought Herkimer diamonds in a Ziploc bag and larger pieces of quartz wrapped in old newspaper. He was tall and lean and standoffish. I was nervous in his presence, which was a sensation I think we both enjoyed.

He had an app that showed all the miles he’d biked. He talked about his times in relation to everyone else's, as if I wouldn’t be properly impressed without the comparison. Turns out Rock Guys sort people into categories too. There’s “Most People” and then there’s “Him”.

We didn’t date, exactly. Rock Guys don’t really “do” commitment or labels. But we hung out for months. He cooked for me. We ate standing up. We fucked standing up. He didn’t seem to like when I knew things but also was mildly annoyed with me when I didn’t know something. It wasn’t long before I realized that he loved the dog he shared with his ex more than he could ever love me, and I was fine with that.

She’s a really good dog.

He had this way of serving up criticism dressed as unsolicited advice, like a shitty personal trainer.

“You should get better dining chairs so that you don’t have to hunch over your plate like a gremlin.” “Apologizing that much makes you seem insincere.” “He probably asked where you’re from because of all the makeup. He’s not used to seeing that from girls here.”

And like a shitty personal trainer, his opinion could only matter to me for a short time. He would say something rough and when he left my apartment I would think, ‘God, is that what he really thinks of me?’ and then 25 minutes and a slice of apple tart later I’d be staring at photos of him shirtless and all (well, not ALL but most) would be forgotten.

We fell out of touch, which was more his doing than mine. I didn’t pursue him. Rock Guys are fast, man. Once they get rolling downhill they just don’t stop.

I still keep some of the rocks he gifted me on my bookshelf. I like looking at them. They remind of hard, fond moments.

[princeblack]

he's already touching himself to her, stroking his dick lazily when her texts light up his screen again. he smiles faintly, already replying.

[text]: that's because you have the body of an angel and i cant keep my hands off you

[text]: 'hands on' only applies to you. unless you wanna count the way i'm touching myself right now to the thought of you

he smirks a little, already thinking about how he's going to respond. he loves that she thinks his dick is pretty, getting a thrill out of it that's almost as big as the one he gets from knowing she bought her sexy outfit just for him. he's spoiled about things like this, just wanting to know she's all his and she dresses for him too.

[text]: tell me what's pretty about it, sweetheart

[text]: if you go into detail i'll send you a video. the other night i bought a toy so that i could fuck myself with it and pretend it's you

he ordered it because he thought it could help alleviate himself during his fantasies of her, curbing him from doing anything rash or stupid like drive straight to her and get her in trouble. but now the toy is actually here and he wonders if she would want to see him use it.

he's distracted from his thoughts when her pictures appear, immediately making him ache with desire as he opens them. the fabric is black lace, hugging her body so tightly that he can see every perfect curve. her breasts are wrapped tightly and her pink nipples show through the thin material. she looks sexy, perfect and shapely. if someone told him that salem was a vampire with inhuman beauty who had lured thousands of men to their deaths with her curves alone, he would've believed them. he would easily be one of those men, and just looking at her body is making him feel good. he jerks himself off a little too eagerly, a muffled moan falling from his lips.

the picture with her face and her breasts particularly makes him ache, his fist tightening around his length as he stares at her, entranced by how beautiful her face is and how big her tits are. realizing he should probably show her, he opens the camera app again, switching to video and hitting record.

he aims the camera at his dick, recording the way he touches himself, going a little faster as a pleasured sigh leaves him. he purposefully drags his thumb against his slit, allowing his pre-cum to stick to the pad of his finger, pausing to show salem through the video. "see? you're making me wet, angel..."

he switches the camera to front facing just to show her what he looks like when he licks the cum from his finger, dragging his tongue slowly against his skin before he hits stop recording.

he moves to text her back, but gets distracted by her photos again, opening the one showing more of her to get a closer look. it's only when he zooms in that he notices something; a discoloration on her arm, what looks like a bruise. his stomach churns, tears immediately stinging his eyes from a mixture of fear and anger, completely dropping his focus on what they're doing as he uses both thumbs to text back. the video he took is forgotten for now, not sending it because he needs to make sure she's okay. fear is flooding his body, the adrenaline of it all keeping him from fully realizing his emotions just yet, needing to ask her for context.

[text]: i want to tell you how beautiful you are

[text]: but i need you to be honest with me first, angel - is that a bruise?

[text]: is someone hurting you?

the anger is starting to set in some more, because the odds of this bruise being from stacy or theo are too high to make it just a coincidence. he always knew something was wrong with theo, but he didn't know it extended to this type of cruelty. he shouldn't be getting angry before she even explains how she got the mark, but he has trauma from it as well, a deep seated pain and fear from the things he saw the love of his life endure (and sometimes intervened with himself).

if this was any normal situation then what they were doing would be considered wrong, she would be cheating on her fiancé and though most including theo would still find it wrong despite hooking up with other women himself she didn't care. she and regulus were together first and she never actually ended things with him on her own, she never stopped loving him and they didn't break up because either of them wanted to, they were forced apart and as far as salem was convinced regulus was and always will be her fiancé. secretly hoping for the day things change and she can be with him.

theo was abusive, he wasn't as terrible as her mother who had nearly killed her a few times until regulus got in between them and got a bruised up face because of it...theo still got off on hurting salem, slapping her if he didnt like what she said or holding her arm too tightly, the verbal abuse was the worst, when he'd scream in her face and call her trash, reminding it was her fault regulus left her and how theo was the only one who will ever marry a slut like her when usually they'd fuck her and leave. which was another thing, regulus had been the only guy salem had ever been with and the only guy she ever wanted to be with. even though they started their relationship at a young age.

so it's this time of night that she looks forward to talking to him, even if it's words on a screen she can senses his presence, remembering the sound of his voice and his calming smell which leads to the memory of his touch against her skin and the way his fingers would move up against her thighs and inside of her until she was unable to stop crying his name. she needs him and he needs her and nobody is going to get in the way of this.

she waits impatiently for him, flipping the camera to front facing to make sure she looks good, her black lingerie tight against her frame hugging her body in a certain way that looks good, knowing it'll get him off the way it always does.

as she's checking herself out regulus's messages start showing up on the screen, smiling at the words and heart fluttering as each text leads up to the photos he sends. his beautiful red hair and almost tired green eyes looking at her through the lense, he's so intense and beautiful it makes her wetter than she'd like to admit but also makes her sad at the idea of her never getting to touch that soft skin again, his hands wrapping around his perfect dick making her mouth actually water. but a deal is a deal and so she faces her mirror as well, posing in such a way he can see the full outfit but her face is hidden behind the phone and then one with her face and cleavage, able to see her nipples through the thin fabric, practically making her look naked.

(text): I always took you for a hands-on leaner actually...

(text): but I'm glad to know you're as miserable as I am :)

(text): your cock is so pretty baby....i miss feeling you but maybe I can make you harder with the cute outfit I bought for you.

she hits send on the few pictures she'd taken however, she didn't realize upon hitting send that the one full body picture had caught some of bruises theo had given her the night before, a blackish mark on her arm where he had grabbed her so harshly while there were also some where he had hit her. she hasn't yet told regulus how violent the "relationship" had gotten, scared of scaring him because of what he'd done to protect her before.

[didisteponurmoment]

Oh, so it’s punishment you want? (Wandanat +18)

Summary ➞ Natasha returns from a mission and Wanda decides to be a great tease at the expense of the spy (and the rest of the compound while we're at it.) I’m very bad at summaries ikik

Pairings ➞ Wandanat

Words ➞ 2954

Warnings   ➞ Smut (+18)

A/N  ➞ Plz interact with this so I don’t feel like I’m writing to myself, also feel free to send in a request! I didn't double-check this and English is not my first language so lmk if there some awful mistake 

“Leave me alone! I’m tired”

Wanda said as Natasha tried to wake her up leaving kisses in every corner of her face. She was not even leaving for a long mission or anything, she was just supposed to head to a TV show that morning, very much against her will, and then she’d be all Wanda’s for a few months until her next long mission started.

“Come on Wands! I’ve been gone for like two weeks and I’ve missed you so much, besides you fell asleep before I could make a move on you, so now I’m all horny and stuff.” She complains frustrated, which made the witch laugh.

“You can’t wait till you come back? It’s literally like, 4 hours and you’ve been gone for two weeks, you can do this.” Wanda replied as she sat up in the shared bed, and rolled her eyes. Natasha’s eyes seemed lustful, she had that specific shine Wanda had seen hundreds of times. Her darkened green eyes proved that she was completely turned on, but Wanda wanted to tease her, even if she was as aroused as she was. 

The Sokovian’s mind calculated the plan precisely. She knew what she was getting into, but she didn’t think twice when denied her request completely, and waved the assassin goodbye before programming her phone alarm to wake up on time to watch her long time girlfriend on the TV, and to be even a bigger teaser.

“I hate you sometimes…” Natasha muttered, leaving and too soon to hear the witch replying under her breath,

“You have no idea Detka”

***

Wanda went back to bed and proceeded to close her eyes to get some more rest, preparing to execute her plan as soon as she was awakened by the sound of the alarm that told her to get dressed and ready. She brushed her teeth and texted Natasha.

<<To Nat: Hey moya lyubov, good luck today!>>

Wanda took the first photo without showing a lot, turning the TV on, whilst hitting send.

<<To Nat: Image sent>>

The photo was not so provocative, but she knew it would get the job done. It was a photo of Wanda sitting comfortably on the floor, in front of that full body mirror that she had insisted on having on the dresser. She was wearing her laced pajamas that she gifted her, and that Natasha liked so much. It consisted of some small shorts and a bralette, both short enough to count more as underwear than clothes. The show was just starting when the first text was sent, and the TV was on. 

Natasha hated press, for years she stated to Tony that unlike him, it made more sense to keep her face on the low since she was after all, a spy. But after the accords happened years ago, our right to privacy was somewhat taken away for the sake of not only keeping people safe, but also proving them further that we are the good guys by showing our faces and remembering them of everything they owe us every once in a while. Tony’s words.

By the time Wanda turned the TV on, her girlfriend was already sitting next to the host, who was talking about how Natasha single handedly saved an entire city from being hit with a missile. Natasha didn't love the cameras, but she was overly seductive in front of them, making her hyper attractive to every tv show out there to have her on screen. 

The host presented some news footage about the mission and thats when Nat’s hand reached her phone, and her mouth opened a bit. The spy discretely typing a response as the host started talking about Thanos for the millionth time.

<<From Nat: don’t you dare>>

She stared at the screen for a while, as she licked her lip. Probably no one even noticed but it was a major positive response to the witch, so she immediately started to take her top off for a new photo. Wanda changed the app this time, since you never know who is around Natasha, (once the whole team saw one of her nudes, just because she didn’t lock her phone and Bucky loves meddling). Wanda opened Snapchat and sent a photo of her upper body, posing in the exact way that always turned her girlfriend on so much, with a finger in her mouth.

<<To Nat: I think I’m regretting my morning decision>>

Meanwhile, the host was talking to Natasha now, who was sitting with her legs crossed and biting her lip occasionally. When her phone vibrated she forced the conversation, so the host would introduce one of the videos prepared, where they talked about a recent interview the team did for a magazine. The video was in the background and Natasha remained on a side of the screen. She opened Wanda’s snap and moved, looking uncomfortable in her seat. A smirk was on her lips but she was definitely getting mad at the little witch for this. The witch was counting the seconds. 

<<From Nat: Stop it. I feel like a teenager that’s going to get caught.>>

Her photo was black, and I laughed at how nervous she was that she couldn’t even manage to remember the fact that this app also had a chat option. The video ended and Nat looked shaken when the Camera reached her, again.

“So, Natasha, How is the Scarlet Witch doing?” The host asked. Natasha laughed and politely dismissed the question, saying that his girlfriend was doing great, and blowing a kiss to the camera. Although they had been dating for about 5 years (of which we had been publicly out for 4 of them after Tony invited the press to a party without warning), she then proceeded to explain, about how she’d rather not talk about her private life. Wanda had agreed to keep the relationship on the low, so the media wouldn’t follow them around and so that their relationship wouldn’t have as much pressure, but even like that Wanda was completely allowed to tease her with her still being on screen.

She took a video this time, and made sure that the volume was muted, before pressing send. It was probably one of the most erotic things that Wanda had ever sent to her, as it showed her rubbing myself, and then it zoomed to her face, so she could see the witch’s pleasured expression. 

Even Though they were used to spending so many weeks away from each other, wanda wouldn't normally be allowed to contact her girlfriend with this kind of inquiries, let alone sending her photos that could be easily intercepted, so she took her opportunities to tease the older woman very seriously. 

<<To Nat: Ugh, since you’re not here it seems I’ll have to take care of myself>>

She didn’t even wait till the video paused this time, as she pressed send, when the host was promoting some new product between questions.

“Oh, Fuck” Natasha said interrupting the host, looking with her mouth open wide to her phone.

“Is everything okay?” The host asked, with a curious look.

“Yes, don’t worry” and she wasted no time to add “just a mission briefing i forgot about” and with that she received a generalized clap from the studio, because after all, mission briefing meant that Natasha, one of the mightiest heroes of earth, was once again fighting for the safety of all.

She smiled shily, but getting the distraction she wanted, used the moment to whisper to the host if a cut was possible. As soon as they announced that they were going to a commercial break, Wanda saw from the screen how Natasha was getting her phone from her pocket again.

The russian first opened a text from Tony in the avengers group chat.

<<From Tony: Briefing??? What did I miss? Or were you just trying to get a round of applause?>>

The spy chuckled, knowing that Tony called out in her lie and the rest of them would now try to figure out what she was actually hiding. She moved back to Wanda’s chat and sent a text.

<<To Wands: You’ve been a very bad girl… just wait till i’ll get home. >>

<<To Nat: …better hurry detka;)>>

Only twenty minutes had passed and Wanda waited for Natasha happily, when she heard the door shut open. There she was, standing in the clothes that she wore for the show, which showed her girlfriend that she clearly ran from the studio straight to their home.

“Undress. Now.” She dominated the Sokovian, with her best poker face and wasting no time. Wanda did as told and took her 'pajamas’ off slowly, obviously teasing her girlfriend. As expected, she was completely naked under the short shorts. Natasha grunted, looking at her witch, hungry.

“You thought it would be funny to mess with me like that, printsessa?” She asked, waiting for an answer. “Probably shouldn’t even call you printsessa anymore, since you’ve been a very bad girl detka.” Her head was shaking, as she made a 'tsk tsk’ sound with her tongue. “I’m disappointed with you dorogoy, you were being so good.” She started making her way over to Wanda, making the youngest girl shiver just from her words. She chuckled, seeing her now weakened state. Natasha’s eyes landed on the remote, and she turned the TV off, with a dangerous smirk plastered on her face.

“When I told you how bad I wanted you this morning, I wasn’t kidding malyshka. Oh god, I’ve been thinking about my head between your legs, all day. That's all I have been thinking about you for the last week too” In the blink of an eye, Natasha pulled Wanda up from the couch, slamming her against the nearest wall.

“If i hear one single sound coming from you, punishment will be required moya lyubovʹ.” Wanda whimpers, already breaking the deal, as the spy hands roam her body. Natasha didn’t seem to mind though, as her lips were already sucking harshly on her girl’s hardened bud on her nipple. Natasha’s hands were almost glued to her girlfriends hips, pulling her closer to her body. Wanda started off biting her lip, trying to keep the loud moans down, even though the little witch was curious about the words Natasha spoke before, and she secretly wanted to find out what this punishment was about. 

Her lips moved from the youngest girl's nipple, to her neck, refraining from making any contact with her lips. Finding her sweet spot, she started sucking, and at the same time, the spy moved her hand to her girlfriends center sneakily, starting to stimulate her clit. Sweat forming on the sokovian’s forehead, and her heart pounding too fast. This was almost too much to handle, and it was getting hard for her to keep it down.

Nat, without any warning, pushed two fingers inside Wanda. Breathing in through her nose, not letting out the air again, Wanda was clenching around her fingers. The russian hummed against her girl’s neck, still bruising herwith her lips. Her fingers going faster each second, and her free hand now grabbing Wanda’s behind, sure to leave a bruise.

Not being able to take it any more, the youngest girl moans, loudly. Natasha instantly stops, everything, completely removing her body from her gilfriend. All the pleasure she was receiving, completely gone, leaving her body still trembling. Her smirk was more evident on her face, now that she had pulled back from the other girl. 

Wanda looked down embarrassed. What would her punishment be? Spanking? she cringed at the though, not thinking she could handle being teased like that at the moment, being too sexually frustrated.

“We both knew it would come sooner or later, detka.” Natasha said with a genuine smile this time, pulling Wanda’s body against her own, once again. She planted a sweet, yet seductive kiss on her lips. Going down to her collarbones, yet again.

“Wh-what are you doing? Aren’t you gonna punish me?” Wanda asked her, confused. She’s quick to look up at the witch, lifting her eyebrow.

“Oh, so it’s punishment you want?” She asks, spreading Wanda’s legs, so they’re hovering over her thigh. She looks at her shocked, not knowing what to answer.

“Well, printsessy get what they want right?” She asks, but it sounded more like a statement. “You can moan this time, I wanna hear you malyshka.” Her hands grip the youngest girl’s hips again, rolling them against the clothing on her thigh. Wanda gasped loudly, rolling her head back so it hit the wall.

“Look at me detka, I need to see you.” She says, with a cocky tone. Putting all her power into it, Wanda finally pulls herself together to look her in the eyes. Her beautiful face expression as she expected it, that cocky fucking smirk. Her hands pull at Wanda’s hips harder, making her hiss.

“Damn detka, you’re soaking my jeans.” Natasha starts moving her leg up and down, Wanda’s body now jumping with it. Natasha lustfully moans as she watches her girlfriend’s  tits bounce and down as well, and electricity shoots through her body. Wanda’s back arches, and the spy looks almost as pleased to see her girl like that, as for her to be feeling it. As Wanda almost reaches her high, she forgets all about the punishment she was talking about, and screams the russians name, feeling the pleasure run through her body, right before this buildup is suddenly taken away right before she is about to reach her peak. 

“Ah, you didn’t totally forget about your punishment, did you dorogoy?” Wanda glares at her teasing tone, seeing her chuckle. “Alright, lay on the couch.” She orders, and the witch follows like a lost puppy. Natasha stands in front of her, pulling her clothes off faster than ever. Seeing her naked for the first time in two weeks, made the witch feel almost ready to orgasm again, she moans, at the sight of her girlfriend.

“Like what you see, detka?” There’s that cheesy line, that the witch missed hearing so much and she sighs to herself as the older woman wastes no time laying her amazing curves over the sokovian, and as she straddles the younger girl's chest so her ass is turned to face. 

Not even bothering to ask if Wanda was ready, she digs in. Her tongue already swirling skilfully over her clit, making her name roll of her tongue, perfectly.

Wanda gets the idea and pulls her girlfriend thighs back, so she is straddling her face, and decides to return the favor by eating her out too, but inserting only one finger as well, going fast. Wanda moans at her taste, sending vibrations through her girlfriend and making Natasha moan against her. 

At this point, all that was heard in the room were the loud moans from both girlfriends, as well as some curses from the spy, who wouldn't bother to try and filter them.

Natasha’s tongue goes through Wanda’s folds, she feels her girlfriend get close so she decides to slip two fingers into her, fast. Her other hand, rubbing her clit. Wanda feels overwhelmed in the best ways and mimics Natasha’s movements, bringing her also to her edge.

It almost feels like a competition,  both bodies are shaking, and both girls keep speeding up in search for their releases.  Wanda is the first to come, screaming the Russian name even louder and stopping the movements of her fingers to catch her breath.

Natasha doest let this stop from releasing herself, and with a proud smirk as she hears Wanda mumble her name from below her, she sits straight and starts riding her girlfriend’s face shamelessly. Wanda grips at her thighs and moans from the view, keeping up with her tongue movements until Nataha comes  undone too, on top of her. 

Feeling their release after those long two weeks (that felt like a long time), was a big relief, and they just lay there for a moment, one on top of the other and breathing hard.

“Not again.” Natasha mutters looking at her phone, seeing the texts from the group chat she has with the OG avengers, and shows the screen to Wanda too.

<<from Tony: Oh, sounds like our favorite russian is having some fun, at least we know what her lie from earlier was about>>

<<From Cap: @Nat, again? You always stand me up when we are supposed to train the new kids>>

<<From Tony: oh please, I bet spiderboy enjoyed the show better than running around with you on his tight leotard>>

<<From Thor: Are they having very loud sex again?>>

<<From Clint:  Was it heard from space as well?>>

<<From Cap: see? That's what we get from sending her on two weeks mission>> 

<<From Tony: as if they needed an excuse! Next time I'm asking Jarvis to livestream>> 

<<From Cap: Nat whenever you see this can you PLEASE BRING YOUR ASS TO TRAINING? These new kids are really mean>> 

Wanda blushes, a little used at this point of her girlfriend long time best friends making fun of them. Natasha texts back.

<<From Nat: well, at least i'm getting some. Be there in 5>>

With this the russian grunts and runs over to her clothes, which are scattered everywhere, and pulls it on piece by piece. Before going out she stops in front of naked Wanda, still sitting on the couch, looking at her with doe eyes.

“God, I love you. Don't get dressed i'll be back in an hour ” Natasha says running over the younger girl, kissing her firmly on the lips, and runs out the door ready for training.

[neckromantics]

Trips in the Regalia:

Chocobro Headcanons—

could be seen as platonic or not! whatever you want. :) SFW and gender neutral.

Went on a road trip recently so these just kinda popped into my head. Also I missed you guys. :)

Okay, so Noct or Ignis are in charge of driving, obviously. Poor Prompto is pretty much banned from ever touching the wheel unsupervised bc the one time they let him behind the wheel it ended in disaster.

You’re totally allowed to drive but you outright refuse to do so now-a-days because someone distracted you by standing up in his seat and you almost drove off into a ravine out of fright.

Ignis has been known to let one of you sit on his lap and steer just for fun. Sure it looks ridiculous, but he can not handle the puppy dog eyes that are sent his way whenever he's asked.

There’s a cooler in the back by your feet that’s stocked full of Ebony and tiny little seltzer waters just in case Ignis gets cranky or someone starts to feel a little car sick.

The glove box might as well be considered a medicine cabinet with the amount of curatives that's stuffed inside.

Long road trips ALWAYS become even longer road trips because no one in the car knows how to synchronize their pee breaks. You keep telling them to just go all at once but they never listen. Someone always insists they don’t have to go and then changes their mind five minutes after you’ve left the rest area.

Parking at the side of the road where said someone has to do the walk of shame to nearby shrubbery while everyone else stays in the car and talks shit about them.

The Regalia always smells strongly of whatever essential oil that’s been dripped into the USB powered diffuser Iris gifted to you guys. It's a godsend, especially after those particularly long hunts where you all could use a shower. If it weren't for her it'd always reek of sweat and desperation in there.

It doesn’t happen very often, but there have been a couple of times that you’ve miscalculated the distance to the next fuel station and had to push the car the rest of the way after running out of fuel a few miles away.

Now Ignis has to reassure you constantly that there's enough gas in the tank, but you still peer over his shoulder to check the fuel gage and start to nervous sweat whenever it drops below half full.

Prom’s always trying to initiate a game of I Spy and you’re the only one that will entertain it lol.

No one in the car is allowed to have the aux due to past music-based arguments. You all have a joint playlist on a music app that you take turns adding songs to, and it gets played on shuffle. The genre is almost never the same back to back, which makes things interesting and also ridiculous.

Naturally Prompto takes so many photos he has to bring what is essentially a briefcase of backup storage. Will crawl into the back seat when he’s bored to sit half on your and Noct’s lap to show you some of them instead of just handing the camera over like a normal person.

Whoever gets to be in the passenger seat has the privilege of feeding Ignis while he’s driving. Apparently, Iggy burns a crazy amount of energy at the wheel because he’s ALWAYS hungry up there. He could feed himself just fine, but where’s the fun in that?

Honestly everyone’s just always feeding each other for some reason.

At some point when Noct’s driving you sneak a carrot stick into his mouth instead of a potato chip and he tries to kill you. Like, I’m not kidding he slams on the breaks and throws himself across the car at you like a rabid animal. It’s not threatening at all because he’s mostly flailing around, but it does take all three of the remaining guys to pry him away from you. You are cackling the entire time.

Gladio spends most trips reading (and then re-reading) the book he brought with him. Will let you lean in close to read it if you ask nicely. Always waits for you to give him the go ahead to turn the page.

You, Noct, and Prompto play rock paper scissors to see who gets shotgun and somehow Prompto wins nine times out of ten.

Ignis is an excellent driver but for some strange reason he loves to do U-turns in the WORST places possible. Will miss an exit and say whatever posh equivalent there is to “My Bad.” and just do a complete one eighty like your lives mean nothing to him. Also? He will slam the breaks on if any of you start misbehaving and it’s hilarious.

Gladio likes to mess with people in passing cars.

He’ll do this blank, dead-eyed stare at them at red lights until they make eye contact with him.

If the top of the Regalia is up for some reason, he’ll roll his window down and motion for them to do the same only to immediately roll his window back up as soon as they roll theirs down.

There's a compartment in between the two front seats that has five sets of matching novelty sunglasses that Noct bought at the shop in Hammerhead. It also has some lip balm, sunscreen, and bandages for when someone inevitably scrapes their knee or something.

There's not a lot of room in the car with all of you inside, so naturally you're forced to sleep in the weirdest of positions. Half on one boy, half on another. An arm or leg hanging out the side of the car. Nearly upside down in the seat.

It’s safe to say the Regalia is like your tiny home away from home by now. Sometimes it’s easier for you to just to pull a blanket into the car and sleep rather than attempt to sleep in some strange, fancy hotel room. The bros will wake up wondering where you are, only to find you curled up like a baby in the back seat.

[azaleavi]

“All of the songs are about you”

Requested by anon: Hi, first of all I want to thank you for all your amazing work that you share with us, I absolutely adore everything that you write!!! Secondly, I was wondering if I could request something with Sebastian, where reader is a famous singer and younger than him, and when they reveal their relationship, people start saying that he is only using her and he gets worried that she will leave him for someone her age. Once again, thank you! 😚

Word count: 2k

Author's note: Thank you for your kind words dear nonnie! I hope you like it.

Warning(s): language

Feedback is always appreciated and don’t forget to reblog and like if you enjoyed it and want to see more. Thank you!

Masterlist

Both of you being famous wasn't easy with you being a singer and Sebastian being an actor. Especially when you wanted to keep your relationship a secret and you were quite younger than him. You have been dating for a while now and you couldn't be more in love with him. He was your muse for many of your songs, but the fans didn't know that. They did notice though that you started writing more love songs than before. You got questions about it almost every day, but you never answered them. They had their speculations, but you never confirmed any of it. It might be selfish, but you wanted to keep him all to yourself and both of you agreed to wait a little more before going public. He was promoting his new movie and you didn't want people to think that you announced your relationship only to give more publicity to it. But sometimes the universe doesn't care what you want.

It was a normal day, like any other, when you were at Sebastian's house and you started craving some McDonald's. The weather was nice for the time being past 10 pm so you decided to go out to buy it instead of ordering. It was dark already so you weren't afraid that anybody would see or recognize you. It was a five minute walk from his house and you thought it would be nice have a short walk. You waited for Sebastian to lock the front door then started walking down the street hand in hand. It probably wasn't the best idea, but you really didn't think that any paparazzi would be near you. You went into the fast food place to buy what you needed, then started walking back to his place, laughing at a story he was telling you. You loved these late night walks, the dark giving you a sense of comfort.

"Baby" he stopped walking as still giggled, making you stop as well. You turned to him, eyebrows raised in question, a smile still on your face. "I love you" he blurted out, intently looking at you, waiting for your reaction. He never said it before, despite dating for almost 6 months now. You didn't say it either yet, not wanting to make him uncomfortable or rush him. After his last relationship he wanted to be extra sure when saying the three words and you understood him. Your heart skipped a few beats at his confession, the smile widening on your lips.

"I love you too, Seb." you beamed, stepping closer to him and pulling him into a hug.

"Thank god." he mumbled into your hair, making you pull away.

"What do you mean 'thank god'? How could I not feel the same way about you? Haven't you heard the songs I wrote lately?" you asked jokingly in disbelief, but knowing he didn't mean it like that.

"You know what I mean" he blushed under the light of the streetlamp.

"I do" your arms going around his neck you pulled him down into a deep kiss. When you broke apart you walked back to his house to finally eat.

What you didn't realize was that there was a paparazzi following you, getting the perfect angle of your kiss, taking a series of photos.

The next morning you were woken up by your phone essentially exploding with calls and messages. You groaned as you reached for it, barely being able to touch it as Sebastian refused to let go of your waist.

"Why is your phone waking us up at the ass crack of dawn?" he groaned, rubbing his eyes.

"I don't know" you unlocked it to see at least 25 calls from your manager and another few from friends and family. Around the same amount of texts were sent as well, making you sit up in bed, confused. "Something is wrong." he sat up at your tone to look at your phone. You dialed your manager, putting it on speaker. She picked up right away.

"What the fuck are you doing?" she almost screamed into the device, making Sebastian look at you.

"I was sleeping. It's 7 am." you explained.

"Care to tell me why is you and Sebastian kissing plastered on every news site on the internet right now?" your whole world stopped at her words.

"What did you say?" Sebastian spoke up as you were still frozen in your spot.

"Oh your partner in crime is there too? Great. I don't have to say this twice." she was being sarcastic, but you didn't care. You just wanted an explanation.

"Tell us what is happening, please" you pleaded.

"There are multiple pictures of you going around. They are claiming that they took them last night." she explained, but that wasn't enough.

"What pictures?" you asked.

"Pictures of you holding hands and kissing." you ran your hand through your hair.

"Fuck" Sebastian sighed.

"That's an understatement." you heard shuffling on the other side. "So I recommend you guys figure out what you are going to do and do it real fast because it is getting out of hand."

"Yeah, sure we will do that." he took the phone from you. "Thanks."

"Just doing my work." she ended the call with a sigh. Sebastian looked at you as you stared at your legs, deep in thought.

"Hey" he brushed his hand up your back, shaking you out of your mind.

"Yeah?" you looked at him, startled.

"We need to do something." he explained.

"Yeah, yeah, sure. What should we do? Go public? I mean we don't really have any other choice." you furrowed your brows.

"Do you want that?" he wanted you to be hundred percent okay with whatever you were going to do.

"Yes, I just hoped it wouldn't happen like this." you sighed. "Do you want that?" you asked back.

"Yes. We already talked about going public so I guess we will have to do it now." he shrugged.

"How are we doing this then?" you stood up to get dressed, getting ready for the day.

"Posting a video on TikTok?" he grinned.

"Absolutely not. We are not posting on Tiktok." you shook your head, laughing.

"So where do you want it? Facebook?" he raised his eyebrows, joking.

"No." you laughed. "I was thinking about posting a pic on Instagram." you threw out the idea. Both of you used the app a lot so it would be the best choice.

"Okay, let's find a picture." he also stood up.

"Ah-ah" you held out your hand to stop him. "You talk to your manager while I pick out a picture to post on my account and you can post one on yours if you want to. Mine is going to be a surprise." you grinned, already having one in mind. It was your favorite picture of you, taken by a friend without your knowledge. You were in a parking lot at the beach, you sitting on the hood of his car while he was standing between your legs, kissing you. There was a second picture, where you were leaning your forehead against his, both of you laughing at your friends shouting at you to get a room. Both of your faces were clearly seen on them so you decided to post both of them.

'All of the songs are about you' the caption read. In seconds your notifications were blowing up with comments from fans. You didn't want to read them, because you knew how people on the internet could get and you knew that you being younger than him would bother some of them. Sebastian came out of the bedroom to sit next to you.

"You posted it?" he asked, taking out his phone.

"Yep" you smiled. You leaned your head against his shoulder as he opened the app, waiting for his reaction. He immediately searched up your name and tapped on the photo. His thumb froze on the little heart as he read the caption. He put the phone down and grabbed your chin to pull you to his soft lips in a kiss.

"I love you." he mumbled into your lips.

"I love you too." you giggled. He pulled away to pick up the phone to leave a comment. 'If I wrote songs mine would be about you too' you snorted at it. "You are cute"

-

A few days later you had enough courage to check the comments people were leaving online. Maybe it wasn't the best idea.

'Jesus. Isn't he like 12 years older than her?? Gross'

'He is definitely using her lmao but I can't blame him, get that coin king'

'Y'all think she calls him daddy in the bedroom kjsdnhs'

'She is just using him to write songs'

There were nice comments as well, calling you cute together and wishing you well. The mean comments always stuck with you more though and you didn't want Sebastian to read them. It was enough that you went through them. Both of you were a little insecure about your age gap, but you loved each other so you helped the other through the harder times.

You got to his house and walked in as he asked you to not to knock anymore. You found him sitting on his couch, phone in hand. Hoping that he wasn't doing what you thought he was doing you sat down next to him. He had instagram open.

"Seb" you sighed, taking the phone out of his hands.

"What? I just wanted to see what they were saying." he tried to defend himself.

"You shouldn't read these." you shook your head. "So you wanna watch a movie?" you changed the subject. He agreed with your suggestion.

The movie had been playing for a half an hour when he pulled away from your cuddling.

"What if they are right?" his voice was so quiet so almost didn't hear him. You paused the movie to look at him.

"What do you mean?" you asked, confused by his sudden outburst.

"The comments saying that you could do so much better than me" he kept looking at his feet. You sat up and grabbed his chin to turn his head towards you, your heart breaking at his words. This was exactly why you didn't want him to read them.

"Baby" you sighed. "They are not right. Not even by far. I could not find anyone better than you even if I tried. But I'm not trying because I have you with me and you are the best thing that happened to me in a long time. So get that thought out of your head." you stared into his eyes to get your point across.

"But don't you want someone your age?"

"No I don't." you shook your head. "I am perfectly happy with you and I don't need anyone else." you held his cheeks between your palms. "Plus I like it that you are older." you smirked making him chuckle lightly. Climbing onto his lap you pulled him closer. "I love it that you are more experienced." you pressed a soft kiss on his cheek. "I love it that you are taller." a kiss under his ear. "I love it that you are always so so sweet to everyone you meet." a kiss on his nose. Your right hand went into his hair as your lips kissed down to his neck. "And I love the way you make me feel when it's just the two of us." you whispered into his ear, your breath hitting his skin, making him let out a moan. He grabbed your waist in a strong grip. "I love how big your hands are." you nipped at his skin on his neck earning another noise of pleasure and his fingers digging into your skin. "But most importantly" you pulled away so you could look into his eyes to show your sincerity. "I love you. All of you. With everything I have." his eyes softened as he pulled you into a passionate kiss.

"I love you too."

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TWO GHOSTS IV | MATTHEW GUBLER

It’s been 15 years. 15 years has to be long enough . . . right? Read PART 3.

Set 15 years after the end of Ever Since New York, so give that a read first!

Word Count: 3.9k.

Warning: Usual angst, porn, and poor communication amongst characters.

SOUNDTRACK:

Love Affair - UMI

Debt - Eliza McLamb

Sometimes Sunshine - Seasalt

A nonstop flight, from New York City to Los Angeles, is three hours long. On a good day. And May 16 was supposed to be a good day. A great day. The best day of Matthew’s life. He tries not to think about it, not to reminisce too often. About the way he walked through the airport with a little jog, a little pep in his step. And the way he smiled through security, and constantly checked behind him as if you would magically appear. The roses he bought for you in a gift shop near the terminal.

See, a nonstop flight from New York City to Los Angeles is three hours long. On a good day. But Matthew wasn’t looking for three hours. He wasn’t asking you for a few hours of your time, or even a good day. He was asking you for a lifetime.

And that day, he had booked you two a connecting flight that totaled over six hours, with a two hour layover in Colorado. There was a little ice cream shop in the Denver airport, and they served blueberry ice cream. Matthew remembered it was your favorite, and saved just enough money to get your tickets and an entire pint. He couldn’t shake the thought of flying across the country with you, seeing a few small parts of it at a time. A few small parts at a time, until someday, you two had seen the whole world together.

He bought a blanket for you and, while waiting at the terminal, he sat it in the seat beside him, keeping it warm for when you would arrive. He had a little itinerary written in his notes app, and so far everything was going to plan. He had a bouquet of roses in his lap, and he killed time by looking up engagement rings online.

He didn’t start to worry until maybe, an hour, an hour and a half before the plane was set to depart. He called you, just to check in, and it went straight to voicemail. But he was still hopeful. There was very little that could destroy his peace that day. His hope. His happiness.

He tries not to think about it. The way the seconds inched by like a caterpillar moving across the limb of a tree. Slowly, painfully. The way his hope dwindled, and dwindled, and the insane amount of times he heard,

Hey, it’s [y/n]! Leave a message!

He can’t think about it anymore. The way he spents those six hours alone. Bawling his way through flight after flight, and eating a pint of blueberry ice cream by himself. He spent hours on his own. And weeks, months, hell, he spent years thinking that maybe, just maybe, you would find your way back to him.That the universe would magically correct itself.

And you’d come home.

Fifteen.

It took him fifteen years to find you again. It took fifteen years for the universe to bring you back together, and Matthew spent the first five thinking it was all some really shitty nightmare. It took him fifteen years to get close to you, to hear you say his name again, to get inside of you again.

And he managed to fuck it all up in a matter of twenty-four hours.

His body is paralyzed. His mind is moving a mile a minute, and he can’t take his eyes off the ceiling. His chest feels tight, like he can’t breathe properly. He knows he should not feel sorry for himself. That he, alone, is responsible for this wreck. But he can’t seem to shake it. He can’t seem to move.

“What the hell did I do?”

A knock at your door wakes you up. You don’t remember falling asleep, you don’t know how you were able to. But now, it’s all you want to do. You want to stay in the bed, in a state of unconsciousness and dreariness where you can’t remember your mistakes. But someone is knocking. Incessantly, loudly. And they won’t stop.

You roll out of bed, and drag your body across the floor. Zombie like, your shoulders are slouched, your eyes are hooded. Your feet shuffle along the floor like they’re weighted to the hardwood. Your footsteps are slow, hesitant. You don’t know what you’ll do if Matthew is on the other side of that door. You just . . . you don’t know. The very thought of it is making your stomach churn, and you suddenly feel very, very nauseous. The banging continues, and it’s as someone is using all their force. Like they’d break the door down if they could.

“[y/n]!”

You instantly relax at the sound of her voice. You speed up, hurry to the door, “[y/n] [y/l/n]! I know you can hear me! Open up!”

The door swings open and you catch her with her fist in the air, ready to strike the door once again. She’s pissed, doesn’t try to hide it, couldn’t hide it even if she tried.

“Good morning,” you rasp.

“It’s one in the afternoon,” she corrects you, pushing her way into your home.

“Please,” you say, shutting the door behind her. “Come on in.”

“Y’know,” Everest starts, clasping her hands in front of her as a wild look graces her face. “You’ve always been one of the good ones . . . hell, you’ve been . . . great, if that’s the word. You’re better than the others. The ones that really write my checks. But, um, you’re testing me, [y/n].”

You don’t even have to ask.

“Now, if there’s is some magical relationship blooming, or a monumental disaster about to strike, then you need to tell me now, so I can fix it. I’m a fixer, you know, that’s what I do. So, why are you making this so hard for me?”

“If it . . .” you clear your throat, cross your arms as you stare at her feet. “If it makes you feel any better, um, this is hard for me, too.” You attempt to joke. But you just sound sad.

“Yeah?” she raises her eyebrows. “So hard that you come out of his hotel in tears? And what the hell were you doing over there anyway? Was there a plan? Did he call you to come over?”

“I don’t see how any of this matters.”

“It matters because I woke up at seven in the morning — on a saturday — to all sorts of choas and speculation, and picture evidence of you doing exactly what I told you not to do!”

“Yeah, well, I’m a idiot. Don’t worry, that’s been established.”

“The internet is undefeated. Okay? People are . . . great at making up stories, making assumptions. And as your publicist, I need to know the whole story, the real story, before it gets twisted even further.”

You sigh, and walk over to the couch. As you sit down, you pull a pillow into your lap for just a little bit of comfort. “What do you mean the whole story?”

“Wrong choice of words,” Everest says. “The important parts of the whole story. Like are you dating him? Are you fucking him? If so, how long has this been going on?”

You can’t make eye contact as you speak, “I . . . fucked . . . him . . . a few times, a long time ago . . .”

She nods. She motions at you to continue, “. . . And?”

“And . . .” you breathe out. “I fucked him, again. Recently.”

“Last night? At the hotel?”

“Last night . . . not at the hotel.”

“Sooo, when? — Oh, my God,” she lowers her eyebrows at you, purses her lips. “You didn’t.”

“Oh, I did,” you nod. It’s a shameful nod. “You know they say there’s no sex like sex in a dressing room.”

“They also say polka dots are making a comeback, you believe everything you hear?”

“Sorry.”

“So you fuck him in the dressing room, and?”

“And . . . we go our seperate ways . . . again. And, then I realize that’s a lot easier said then done, so I . . . I go for him. I go for him . . .” Everest can hear the way your voice is cracking, the way the weight on your shoulder is slowly pushing the air out of your lungs. “And, uh,” you clear your throat. “Yeah. Yeah, it didn’t work out. Hence the . . . photos of me crying, I guess.”

“Mm,” she nods, crosses her arms. “And the other girl?”

You freeze, cut your head up at her. “What other girl?”

“What do you mean? The girls that came out right behind you. Same sad face? Kinda got a Natalie Portman look to her?”

“I . . .” you shake your head. “I didn’t know she came out after me, I must have left by then.”

“Who is she?”

You give her a shrug, “I don’t know.”

“His girlfriend?”

You huff, “Guess so.”

“Ah, so, some people online actually got it right. Huh, look at that.”

“Look, if the point of all of this is to keep me away from him, you can stop now. I don’t plan on seeing him ever again.”

The doorbell rings, as if on queue, and Everest instantly gives you a look. “What?” you ask. “I don’t know who it is. Your guess is as good as mine.”

She scoffs at you, and turns around, marching towards the door with a certain determination. She pulls it open, and immediately puts her hand on her hip. “You gotta be fucking kidding me.”

“Oh,” Matthew gasps. “Uh, oh . . . fuck . . . sorry, I must — I must have the wrong house.”

“You sure do, Romeo.”

You stand from the couch, your face laced with shock and anger and confusion, “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Don’t engage, [y/n], what the hell?” Everest interjects.

You roll your eyes and cross your arms over your chest. “How the hell did you find my house?” you direct at Matthew.

“Oh, what?” he scoffs. “Like you’re the only one around here who can play stalker?”

“Go home, Matthew.”

“Five minutes. I’m asking you for five minutes. You can time me if you want.”

“Go back to California, Matthew.”

“Look, I know I fucked up. I know, but —“

“Do you?” you snap. You take slow, calculated steps towards the front door, and your voice is lowering to a rumble. “Do you know that you fucked up? Because, if you did, if you truly knew just how badly you fucked up, then you would leave. You would get on a fucking plane and leave, and you would never come back!”

The way Matthew is looking at you right now.Like he can’t fathom what’s happening. Like he is trying his very best not to feel defeated. “Can I . . . can I just —“

“No.” Everest says. “You heard her. Fuck off, string bean.”

You walk away, retiring to your kitchen. You try to keep yourself busy, but you’re trembling like mad and you can barely breathe.

Matthew leaves. You know because you hear the door close. Everest comes into the kitchen, and you feel stuck. Frozen to the spot and position you’re in. Your back is to her, and you can’t begin to imagine or guess what look is on her face right now.

She’s quiet for a moment, eyeing you with her arms crossed at her chest. She leans against the entryway and sighs, “Tell me more.”

Ramona walks up your driveway, and it isn’t until she looks up from her phone that she sees Matthew. She notices him, and he notices her, and Ramona tries to act like it didn’t happen, But when Matthew opens his mouth to speak, she blows past him, “I’m not supposed to talk to you.”

“I know,” he says instantly. He is well aware, but it doesn’t stop him from running in front of her, blocking her from your front door. “I know, I know. I’m sorry, but . . . please, can you give this [y/n]?”

Matthew holds out an envelope. It’s bright red, your name is printed on the front of it in his handwriting.

Ramona glances at it, but she quickly glances back up, “Do I look like a mailman to you?”

“She won’t take it from me. She won’t talk to me. She might take it from you.”

“Yeah, or she might fire me for even taking it from you in the first place.”

“[y/n] wouldn’t do that.”

“Yeah, yeah, she’s usually pretty amazing, except for when you’re around, or when you’re brought up, or when you’re fucking with her head. You make her a different person, dude. I want no part of it.”

He nods, looks down, “Fair enough . . . I’ll put it in her mailbox.”

“Yeah, why don’t you do that?” She shrugs, and she continues on by him.

“Damn . . .” Everest says. “You ghosted the guy at the airport?”

“Basically,” you shrug.

“Well, fuck,” she scoffs. “That is some serious great gatsby shit.”

“Yeah, we’ve always had a flair for the dramatic.”

The doorbell rings, and you both turn your heads sharply towards the entrance. “You don’t think he would come back, do you?” Everest asks as she walks to the door.

“Well, he never listens much to anything I say, but he’s probably a little scared of you.”

She laughs, and when she opens the door, she tells you it’s only Ramona, who walks in quickly, looking for you. She gives you a soft smile, and joins you in the kitchen as Everest follows close behind.

“So,” Ramona pips. “What’s the game plan?”

“You and [y/n] come to my office in the city and we’ll figure it out. Hey, did you pass him on your way out?” Everest asks her.

“Uh, who?”

“Matthew,” you tell her. “He was just here, you didn’t see him?”

“He was here?” Ramona questions, putting on a look of bewilderment. “When?”

“Just now. He left right before you got here.” Everest explains.

“Holy shit,” Ramona says. “What’d he want?”

“[y/n].”

“So,” you interrupt. “Your office? Now? We can go ahead and get going.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Everest stops you in your tracks, throwing her hands up. “Not so fast, you . . . you need to shower first.”

You look down at your outfit. You’re still dressed in Claire’s clothes and they’re completely disheveled. You haven’t showered or brushed your teeth since the last time you had sex, and the very thought makes you feel dirty. You look exactly how you feel. You sigh, “Fair enough.”

“We’ll wait in the car,” Everest nods, and motions to Ramona to follow her.

“What are we gonna do with her?” she says to Ramona as soon as they’re out of the house and walking down the driveway.

“I don’t know, she’s my boss . . . I can only help so much.”

“Yeah, well, I’ve known [y/n] for a long time now, and she’s never needed saving. But, something tells me we’re going to have to keep her away from this one.”

“From Matthew?” Ramona stops in her tracks.

“Well,” Everest stops, turns around to look at her. “She’s a grown woman. She’ll do what she wants. But, that zombie in there,” she motions to the house. “Who walks around the city in her pajamas for a man, is not [y/n]. Atleast, not the world’s [y/n]. People love her. She’s one of the few celebrities that’s kind and passionate and isn’t problematic. I’m just being proactive here.”

“Proactive?”

“She says she’s done with him. She told him she’s done with him. Now, we will just keep her on that path. Few months later, she and the rest of the world forget this ever happened and everything is back to normal.”

“You sound very sure of all of this.”

“Yeah, well, I like my schedules and I happen to like [y/n] so I better be sure. Come on, our ride’s further down the driveway,” Everest continues walking. While Ramona is stuck in place.

“Hey! Uh,” Ramona stutters, suddenly, loudly, causing Everest to turn around once again. “I think I left my water bottle in the house. I’ll meet you in the car?”

“Okay,” Everest eyes her. “It’s just around the corner. And tell [y/n] to hurry up.”

“I will!”

Ramona waits for Everest to continue down the driveway, and when she’s just far enough, Ramona turns around and acts as if she’s walking back up to your front door. When she’s positive Everest has made it to the car, she runs over to your mailbox. She opens it slowly, so it doesn’t creak as loud. The bright red envelope is the only thing in there, and she takes it out quickly. She looks at it for a moment, asks herself what the hell she’s doing. But she doesn’t have time to think right now, you could walk out at any moment. She closes your mailbox, shoves the envelope in her bag, and walks down the driveway.

Matthew Gubler, himself, is a disruption in the space-time continuum.

When you start tallying up the days, it just doesn’t make sense. Some days, every second feels like it’s crawling by. You’ll be in class, at the head of the class, and you’re surprised when your lesson plan ends atleast ten minutes early. And some days, time moves too fast. You find yourself running late for things, events, important people or things, which isn’t like you.

You call it Matthew Brain, and you keep that term to yourself. It happened fifteen years ago. And it’s happening now. It’s a slow, steady descent back to earth, back to reality. Time isn’t real with him, and you think that’s the reason you can’t remember much of your senior year. It’s a rush, a high to even be near him, and it’s the ultimate collapse when he’s gone. Really gone. Out of the life, for the second time.

Time has reset.

And what feels like one month with Matthew Gubler, only turns out to be four days.

You’re on a journey back to earth, and you haven’t even reached the bottom yet. It’s coming, but not now, you thought. You have time to prepare. And this time you’ll be ready. Ready to hit rock bottom, and spend another fifteen years digging yourself out. You have time, you’re sure of it.

Then Ramona comes into your office. She notices you crying, and you have to twirl around in your chair while you wipe the tears away. “Shit, Ro,” you try to laugh. “What’s up?”

“Uh, your afternoon class?” she reminds you. “With the girls at the community center? . . . What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

A lot. Not anything that you can really talk to Ramona about. And each day is something different. Like today, you’re feeling like a fucking idiot. You feel unbelievably stupid and lost and question why anyone in their right mind would choose to learn anything from you. You feel defeated, and you can’t get the look on that girl’s face out of your head.

You turn to Ramona with a soft smile, “I’m fine. I forgot about the class, thank you for reminding me. I just have to grab a few things before I go.”

“Well,” she sets her bag down in one of the chairs on the opposite side of your desk. She takes a seat in the other, “You’ve got some time, I haven’t even called the ride yet.”

You eye her, suspicious furrowing your eyebrows, “Oh, don’t do that.”

“Do what?” she seems genuinely confused.

“Sit there and feel sorry for me. I don’t need pity. I’m alright.”

“I’ve never seen you cry before . . . I’m just worried.”

“And I appreciate that, kid, I really do. But you don’t have to be, alright?”

“. . . okay.” she shrugs.

“Anyways,” you change the subject. “How much time do I have until I’ve gotta be out of here?”

“Um, I can call you a ride now, it should be here in about, ten minutes?” Ramona pulls her phone from her pocket, and holds it up as she dials the number.

“Sounds good,” you nod.

She leaves the room to make the call, and when she closes the door, you release a big sigh. As if you’d been holding it in the whole time she was here. You get up from your chair, and walk around the desk. Not paying attention, you stub your toe into the adjacent chair, so hard that the chair falls to the ground.

“Ow! Son of a b—“ your yelp is cut off by a painful groan, and your reach down to hold your foot. You look out in front of you, and Ramona’s entire bag has spilled out across the floor. “Fuck,” you mumble and instantly begin to clean it up.

It’s bright red. And it sticks out like a sore thumb. You reach over to grab it, but only because you recognized his hand writing. You run your fingers over your name, and your head is starting to hurt from the amount of pure confusion.

The door swings open, “Okay, they’ll be here in fifteen, but you have some wiggle room —“ Ramona stops when she sees the item in your hand.

You stand up straight, look her in the eye. She’s shaking. She’s trembling, and there are already tears in her eyes.

“I . . . can explain,” she says.

“Then explain.”

“Matthew . . . wanted me to — to give that to you.”

“When?”

“When, um, when he was at your house on Saturday.”

“You said you didn’t see him. You acted like you didn’t even know he had been there. You took this from him?” your voice goes up at slight octave. Not by much, but it stills cuts Ramona like a knife.

“No! No, I didn’t take it from him. I told him to put it in the mailbox. Which he did, but then I . . .”

“You? You what? Went into my mailbox and took it? Are you kidding?”

“It was crazy! I know! It was absolutely insane of me! But—But Everest was saying all these things about protecting your image, and being proactive, I just wanted to help. I thought —“

“Everest? Everest knew about this?”

“No. No. I took it when she wasn’t looking, and I just, I thought maybe if you didn’t know about the letter, you would be able to move on, y’know? Heal.”

“That was not your decision to make.”

“I know. [y/n], I’m so sorry. I can’t — I can’t even begin —“

“You’re right,” you interrupt her. “You can’t.”

You look down at the envelope in your hands, and shake your head. “God, Ro, I can barely look at you right now.”

“I’m sorry . . .”

You nod.

“I’ll . . . go wait for the car,” she nods, sadly and apologetically exiting the room.

You close the door behind her, and press your back against it. You slide to the floor, and bring the evelope close to your face. The day is not over, and you may need all night to take this in. You are not mentally prepared for whatever is in your hands, but, you rip it open anyway.

There’s a thin piece of paper inside. You pick it up, and it feels so frail that you worry it might rip. You set it on top of the envelope, and examine it. Your eyes dot over the page, until you realize, it’s not a letter at all.

American Airlines

[y/n] [y/l/n]

Seat: 14A

May Sixteenth, 2002

It’s a plane ticket. From fifteen years ago.

One you’ve never seen.

One you’ve never touched.

And now that it’s in your hands, you wish you never knew it existed.

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hi.Could I please request for ran,rindou and hanma finding ou that thier s/o has a lot of photos with them?Like their wallpaper , their insta (or other app) icon and also has pictures of them in their room? Thank you!!!<3

- hii there babes! tysm for the first request, and i do hope you enjoy it ♡ also bless, the haitani brothers are my absolute faves

Ran, Rindou and Hanma with a s/o who has a lot of photos of them

genre: fluff

warnings: none

Ran

ran will be the type of person who absolutely adores taking pictures, and doesn’t really think about what you do with them afterwards. But he is aware that they are stored somewhere on your little device.

the way he would find out about your wallpaper left you more shocked than him, in all honesty.

the two of you would be hanging around a remote area of the city, sun setting on the horizon as you waited for his younger brother to finish up on a few errands he had to do around the house. 

whilst you were sat on a bench, ran preferred to amble around aimlessly, losing sight of him whenever he wondered behind you.

you didn’t mind, and as a result, you were swiping away at the screen of your phone, trying to find a mean of entertainment as you waited. that was when you felt a presence a little too close to your liking, right by your ear.

“is that me?”

the almost hushed voice caught you off guard instantly, causing you to flinch at the sudden noise. out of the two, ran was most definitely the stealthier one, and he had just proven it once more.

at your reaction, the taller male chuckled, leaning back slightly as he received an unamused glare from your behalf.

“what was that for?”

your heartbeat had sped up considerably, both from shock and the fact that he had noticed your beloved, yet perhaps a little embarrassing, background.

“i was just curious...so, is it?”

the screen of your phone remained lit up and, no doubt, a picture you had taken of him the day the two of you had gone to the beach together was right there, staring back at you.

“yes...?”

his lips turned up into an even brighter smile upon hearing your words

“how cute, I didn’t know you were so infatuated with me”

with a press of your finger, you shut off your phone and turned away from him with a groan. it wasn’t unusual for ran to be so full of himself, but sometimes all you wanted was to give him a slap around the head for being so...him. only lightly, though.

back faced towards him, you didn’t notice him lean back down once more, this time with his own phone in his hand.

“don’t worry, you’re my wallpaper too...see?”

Rindou

now, the younger haitani might pose more of a challenge to get a picture out him at times. yes, he was fond of his physique, but he couldn’t really be bothered to stand still for a photo.

that...didn’t really stop you, though. rindou had, albeit a little peeved, agreed to let you take pictures of him when he didn’t have to actually pose. that is, you could snap a few whenever he came over and tried to make dinner for the two of you, and ultimately failing to do so. or whenever he was occupied with anything else

it was really the only way to get a few more pics of your boyfriend other than the 3 selfies the two of you had over the past years

more times than not, you were able to catch some decent, casual pictures of him, which you would save in a little album you had on your phone. little did he know that some of those were quite present in your room.

he noticed them one day, when he had come over after a meeting with tenjiku, and you had asked him to go and get a blanket from your room whilst you prepared a movie to watch for the afternoon.

he knew where your room was, but he had never really paid much attention to its interior decor. as he found the blanket you had asked for, a familiar face caught the corner of his eyes just as he was turning to leave. 

leaning against your bedside lamp was a little, printed picture of him in front of the mirror he had in his own room. you had taken a picture of him whilst he was doing his hair, seemingly in the morning, seeing as he was wearing his pijamas in it.

amused, he picked up the picture and took it with him back to the living room, where you were patiently waiting on his return

your face lit up upon seeing him come back, though he had a query to ask before he handed over the soft blanket.

“what’s this?”

the corners of your lips turned up into a bigger smile. he had finally noticed it.

“why, it’s you, of course. don’t you like it?”

funnily enough, it was him that started fidgeting on the spot, taking a look back at the picture

“yes but...i didn't think you’d keep one of me in your room”

“why wouldn’t i? we’re dating after all, and it brightens up my mornings whenever you’re not around”

you were being overly corny, but it was worth his priceless reaction. it wasn’t often that rindou was seen almost speechless, after all.

Hanma

quite similar to ran, this guy will be all up and willing to take pictures with you. and literally anywhere, you name it.

after a meeting, during a date, having just awakened...you even have one with kisaki in the background looking anything but amused at the sudden selfie.

hanma is just very much up to the idea of keeping a bunch of pictures of the two of you to be able to look back on them in a few years and remember the mayhem that were his teenager days. and it wasn't often that you were able to spend quality time together, especially during times of conflict, so he liked to capture the moments that you did.

what he didn't know, however, was that you also treasured the pictures just as much as he did.

he would be on his phone during a meeting with the other members of tenjiku, completely ignoring the optimistic speech that kisaki would give out every now and then, always declaring the same things

his eyes skimmed over a few posts on Instagram, curious to see what others were doing whilst he was stuck in the worn down warehouse. that was when he received a notification: you had just posted a picture on your story.

clicking into it, he was greeted with an unfamiliar pic of him. he was sat on your couch, quite near the camera, with a blanket on his back as he was fixated on whatever had been playing on the television in that moment.

it was captioned with a simple, white heart, and the date it had been taken on. hanma let out a hum, before writing you a quick response to the picture.

"ill have to post the pics I have of you in your fluffy dressing gown after that one"

his threat, of course, was empty. but, nevertheless, the sight of you posting pictures of him for others to see, making it clear who he spent his free time with, made him want to run out of the meeting and go to your house to tease you endlessly about it.

he loved it, though. and knowing that you kept pictures like that on your phone made him realise, once more, how similar the two of you were.

and, oh, how happy he was to have you put up with, and even share, his ridiculous ways.

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“Longing for Attention” Illumi x Reader

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“I swear I’ll haunt you in your sleep, Zoldyck! ‘Ya hear me, boy?!”

A body thudded as this man’s speech was cut short. A tired Illumi Zoldyck came calmly walking towards his target with the straightest face ever. Even at the sight of blood, darker than any he had seen, his lips remained neutral and his eyes remained half-lidded as they were. The sound of the mini heel on his green loafers echoed as he continued to approach the deceased man before him. The ballroom was completely empty, leaving Illumi all by himself for who knows why and what else could happen.

Being a bounty hunter was challenging in itself but being a bounty hunter and dating an assassin is a totally different story. Criminals began to spread the word of your alliance with the Zoldycks and formed many gangs to retaliate against you both. Both of you have been shot at, stabbed a few times, and even been robbed! After being robbed at gunpoint and dealing with trauma, it nearly made you quit your job because of the stress and life endangering events faced almost everyday but for Illumi, it didn’t phase him at all. Not in the slightest. After being robbed of his engagement ring, he simply went to another jewelry store and bought another. He did not cry, quiver, or shutter.

After Illumi phoned his father and gave him a brief overview of his success, he proceeded to the exit. The light flickered, giving the impression that an eerie figure stood at the end of the hallway. Electricity hummed the closer someone approached it, sounding like a fly trying to find its way back outside. An atmosphere like this one did not bother Illumi in the slightest but he did not like being there no longer tha needed.

“Y/n! Y/n! I know you can hear me!”

“Now is not the time to play around. We need to vacate the premises immediately,” He thought to himself. He began to bang on doors, opened them up, and yelled your name to the heavens trying to find you.

“Oh! I know,” he said out loud, snapping his fingers.

He opened a tracking app on his iPhone that displayed all of his contacts that had recently shared their location with him. Once he began the search, it revealed that you were 400 kilometers away. Tracking your phone was something he did every time he could not find you. At times it was adorable and sometimes it was weird and intrusive. Illumi’s intrusive behavior stems from his mother, Kikyo and no matter how you put it, it is very unhealthy. Caring can easily turn into an obsession that can make you do unsound things.

“Illumi! I am in the bathroom. Can you give me a second,” you ask, slightly irritated, washing your hands quickly. You did not want to keep him waiting any longer. It was always a mystery if it was his anger or anxiety that prompted him to bust the door down just to make sure you were safe. Poor Illumi Zoldyck. His expression of love and how he cared for others was rather odd and unusual. It is safe to say that you were the best thing that has happened to him.

As you open the door, he stands with his long arms crossed in a huff, his long legs creating an upside down “V” shape gazing at you a slightly angry about your disappearance halfway through the mission.

“Where were you,” he asked, moving closer to you. “While I had to complete both of our jobs, you have been playing around in the bathroom.”

“Illumi, you’re—“

“Shhh—“ He placed his index finger over your mouth, bending down at eye level, and smiled devilishly. “—I’ll still pay you but you owe me a favor.”

“—But I wasn’t playing in the bathroom!”

As you were pleading your case, Illumi nonchalantly typed away on his phone. He quickly showed you his screen that listed your every step within the last few hours. It displayed where you were, the longitude and latitude, who you spoke with, and if you took any pictures. You had no idea that a smartphone could disclose so much personal information and since you have shared your location with him, he has access to it all.

“—Care to tell the truth?” Illumi raised his left eyebrow, using his somewhat intimidating tactic used when he was a child.

“Fine. Ugh! Why do you have to be like this?”

“Like what?”

“You’re…too overprotective. Give me some space sometime! Hell, you might be pleased to know where I was.”

“Pleased?! I nearly had a heart attack when I realized you were not by my side! Are you satisfied that my heart weakens everyday?”

“You’re so dramatic. You might want to take up acting, you know.”

“Ha, ha, so funny,” he said flatly.

As you roll your eyes in irritation, Illumi closes the leftover space between you two. Still bent over at eye level, he places his large hand on your cheek, blinks twice, while his straight face remains. His cold hearted personality seemed to always overshadow his body but all of his warmth seemed to be omitting from his palm.

“I care about you deeply. I cannot have you running away doing God knows what while we are on a dangerous mission like this one.”

“Illumi, I—“ He places his index finger over your mouth again, shushing you as he continues to, as they say, pour his heart out for once.

“I understand that you are a bounty hunter, but if I’m being honest it is a much different line of work than being an assassin. It is my job to care for you while I complete some of the harshest tasks on Earth.”

“I’m not a child, Illumi. Do you want to know what I was doing? Those longitude and latitude readings are very wrong, by the way.”

“Huh? Ok…where were you then?”

Still, your face was placed in his palm, his large eyes staring in yours somehow made you feel lost. Your delayed answer made his palm involuntarily tighten.

“I bought you this pocket sized white teddy bear…?” This statement was propositioned as a question rather than a statement because you were afraid of how he’d react. He was already startled and giving him a plushie would only make it worse. Instead of reacting calmly he would assume that giving him a plushie would imply that he was weak.

“…Valentine’s Day is a few days and I know you’ll be in Las Vegas handling business so I decided to buy you something that will remind you of me while you’re away.”

The small plushie was a white teddy bear holding a heart. It’s eyes were as big as Illumi’s. Before you could hold it up to him, he grabbed it rather gently, stood up straight, and held it in front of his eyes for examination. He turned it around a few times as if it was on a rotator. He placed his index finger inside of the keychain loop and finally smiled. He placed this small object against his heart just before he bent down to meet your eyes once again.

“I always think of you. Come to think of it, that must be why my shots have been off.”

His face scrunches in a humorous way. As usual, his smile fades away and returns to his neutral look. Illumi’s silence signaled that his mind was running a million miles a minute. So many questions and feelings begged to be released but something was preventing him from doing so. You could tell by the look on his face that he wanted to suffocate you with a bear hug but he wouldn’t do it. He has been trained to think that assassins do not need friends, cannot express their feelings, and can only do what is needed to get the job done. It’s ironic; the Zoldyck children are not allowed to have friends but they are allowed to have lovers only so they can reproduce and keep their legacy alive. Love has no part in their marriages; they are only contracts, literally. As in love as Kikyo and Silva were (and still are), it would seem like they’d emphasize the importance of love to their children. As a result, they all have adopted an odd way of showing affection for others.

In this instant, Illumi’s face appeared to be more endearing than before. His face had darkened significantly, his cheeks were fatter like they were stuffed slightly, and his eyes twinkled. You smiled as you have truly found the key to his heart. All this young man wanted and truly desired was to be loved not for his abilities or job, but for him and only him. Your warm hands, now on his cheeks, felt overwhelmed with warmth. Just the sight of him at that moment was breathtaking. The flickering power, the unrest souls in the next room of his targets, and the eerie atmosphere seem to fade while you gazed into his eyes. Pressing his cheeks together, puckering his lips was indeed both an amusing and cute sight to behold.

“You are so adorable, Illumi. Did you know that? This “bad boy” behavior and clutching a teddy bear is too much to take in. I might just send a photo to your mother. She’ll screech and tell the entire world.”

“You wouldn’t dare do that ,” he said, words muffled; lips still puckered. He seemed to flush more and more every time you’d remind him of how vulnerable he is right now.

“Try me!”

“Mother would just embarrass me, you know that!”

“I know. Then I’d be able to see the sweet, soft assassin that I see now. All warm and cuddly. I’m sure you just want to sit in the back seat of your Dodge and just fall fast asleep, am I right?”

“I plead the 5th,” he said flatly.

“I was right! Ha, ha!”

“Would you pipe down already?”

Illumi’s right hand was placed directly behind his torso carelessly pressed against his lower back. He appeared to be in pain but made no mistake. If asked about it, he’d lie just to debunk any statements about him being weak.

“What is in your hand? Let me see it.” Your demanding tone turned into one that a mother has, specifically Kikyo.

“It’s nothing,” he said, slightly wincing in pain.

“Let me see it now, Illumi or I swear I’ll—-“

“Fine! Fine! Just don’t make a big deal about it, alright?”

A promise is a promise; that is what you said to Illumi as you agreed to not over react once you saw his hand. A healed bruise nearly scarred the entire base part of his hand. A light red dotted cut looked as if someone took a exacto knife and grazed it. You gazed back into his eyes. He looked hurt; longing for attention for a cut that had already healed. As childish as it may seem, just the slightest bit of attention is something he craved, even if something like this had been healed a long time ago. Him wincing was something he conjured up to grasp your attention. He raised his hand in front of your mouth, leaving it bent for you to grab.

“Do you want me to kiss it and make it feel better?”

“Please,” he replies, smiling slightly again.

The touch of your soft, moist lips made his smile grow larger, his cheeks flushing yet again. A few overlapped lipstick stains remained on his hand, something he might get tattooed so everyone knew who he belonged to.

“Why can’t you be this way every time we finish missions? We could have sooo much fun.”

“If I have too much fun, I’d abandon my remaining missions and father would not like that at all. He might even put out a contract on me.”

You sigh somberly. Illumi had his moments of anger, roughness, and kept his distance but moments like this, where he wasn’t afraid to allow his softer side resurface made you feel content as if you completed a mission of your own. Gazing into his eyes one more time, they sparkled greatly.

“At least I can enjoy this while it lasts.”