#They’re all too Hollywood pretty now

[magpiesbones]

I am actually a bit sad that they made both blackheart and goldenloin have shorter hair it changes the vibe only slightly but the vibe is changed

[leaderwonim]

LET THE BEST PLAYER WIN.

pairing: tennisplayer!sunghoon x film major!fem!reader

summary: everybody knew park sunghoon, the tennis player at harvard that was most likely going to go pro as soon as he graduated. determined to get closer to him to gather videos for her final, film student nishimura yn tries to find out more about the infamous tennis player everybody seemed to talk about.

warnings: mentions of excessive drinking and smoking (please don’t do any, your bodies are precious 🙏), they’re both lowk bad people LOL, nonconsensual filming (not sexually)

“Whoa there,” you say, camera loosely hanging around your neck as you watch Park Sunghoon slam his racket on the floor till the strings popped out.

“What?!” He screamed, eyes practically bulging out of their sockets. He takes a deep breath, realizing that he has too much of a reputation to lose it over too little of frustration.

“Hey, don’t mind me.” You lift your hands in surrender, “just gotta film something for my final, you know.”

“Film major?” Sunghoon scoffs, throwing his now broken racket to the side as he shuffles through his gym bag for another. “Funny.”

“Very funny,” you shrug. “When I get into a big studio and start making films that blows up Hollywood, Park.”

“I’m just saying,” Sunghoon doesn’t look at you, instead focusing on his footwork. “You got into Harvard and you’re doing film?”

“You got into Harvard by doing tennis.” You snark back. “I think we’re on the same page.”

Sunghoon laughs, and it’s the first time you’ve ever heard such thing from the boy. The only things you do hear is his groans of frustration and grunts as he hits the ball back and forth.

“Not bad,” he compliments you, finally deciding to turn over. “Want to get beer tonight?”

“I thought athletes don’t drink?” You sit up straight from your previous position on one of the plastic chairs placed near the players that oversaw the whole tennis court.

“Pft, which liar told you that?” Sunghoon packs away his things, and despite having played for 3 hours, he still looks as good as ever. “How do you think I keep sane in tennis? Medication? Fuck no.”

For the first time, you see a glint in Sunghoon’s eyes, one that wasn’t the competitive glint he wore like a blood sucking cheetah every tournament.

By the end of the night, you realize that Park Sunghoon can really drink.

He’s downed 6 shots already, but his face is still as bright as ever. In fact, he asks for three more.

“The adrenaline is similar to playing tennis.” He says with his oh so cheeky smile.

As soon as the server passes Sunghoon his drinks, he wraps one arm around your shoulder, cheering, “to Nishimura Y/N, the film major at Harvard!”

You laugh, pointing your camera at his smiling face. He’s too drunk to notice you recording, swaying you side to side as the alcohol consumes his living thoughts.

🎾 ⊹ ‧

You’re pleasantly surprised when Park Sunghoon invites you to one of his matches. It’s not a state competition—but it’s his competition that he invited you to nonetheless.

Your eyes rush back and forth from Sunghoon to his opponent, the ball stroke faster and faster until your head starts hurting from cranking too close. It was a match against Stanford, Sunghoon was playing against a girl named Kelsley Aptos, who was stunning enough to make your film pop.

You cracked your neck before taking out your camera, recording the two competing. As soon as Kelsley misses the ball, you stop filming, standing up to applaud Sunghoon.

The girl isn’t happy, in fact, she’s almost furious with the way her lip twitches. But she does as any good sport would do, shake Sunghoon’s hand and tell him good game.

“I like your skirt,” Sunghoon tells her, licking his lips which were now dry from all the playing. “It’s pretty.”

“Well thanks Park,” she replies. “I like your stance.”

You’ll never understand the way athletes compliment each other—and hell you probably never will since you’ve practically signed your life to the film industry.

He grins, then makes his way to you. “You see how I beat Aptos? She was great, stunning.”

You don’t know why your stomach churns at the way he describes her. Was it jealousy? It couldn’t be; you barely knew Sunghoon, so why the hell were you genuinely upset over him calling Kelsley Aptos stunning?

“C’mon,” he draws you to his side, way too close for two people who’ve only gotten to know each other in the span of two days. “I believe we have to celebrate with drinks.”

🎾 ⊹ ‧

If there’s one thing about Park Sunghoon that you’re utterly confused by is his lack of self control.

On the court, he’s insane, unbeatable, practically a God in the world of tennis. But after tennis, after the matches, he’s chugging down as many alcoholic beverages as he can take, which is far too many a person—much less a college athlete—should inhale.

Sunghoon liked it though. He liked the way the liquor burned as it went down his throat, he liked the way it cooled in his body and how lightheaded he felt everytime he’d drink. When he wasn’t drinking, he was smoking.

You two were perched on lawn chairs, on opposite ends of each other. The chairs oversaw the beach near Harvard, and you could hear the whoosh of the waves as it drew closer.

“Your coach would kill you,” you said, grinning as you watched him inhale the cigarette. He’s not sober, clearly, but his stamina is good enough that he could make out his surroundings and conversations.

“He totally would.”

You perch your camera up on your knee, secretly recording Sunghoon as he leaned his head against the chair. Although he claims he’s so out of it, he looks so beautiful.

“Will you teach me tennis one day, Park?”

He lifts his head up slightly, eyes making direct contact with yours. “Will you teach me film?”

You nod, and he does too.

“Then it’s a deal Nishimura.”

🎾 ⊹ ‧

Sunghoon is a bad influence.

You can tell now that you’ve known him for a month and by the way he drags you into parties, your little camera still dangling around your neck like it was engraved there.

“You know what they would say if they saw Harvard’s precious athlete partying his ass off on a Wednesday night?” Sunghoon yells over the music.

“What?” You yell back.

“How preposterous!”

The two of you giggle loudly at that, bodies so close to each other that it looks like you’re making out to anyone who wasn’t closely paying attention.

“Hey Y/N,” he says, and as you look up, his eyes are already meeting yours. “I like you a lot.”

You smile at that, letting Sunghoon lean in and kiss you right there and then.

It just felt right. So right. Like a missing piece of a puzzle was finally discovered.

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

“Yes.”

🎾 ⊹ ‧

It feels like you’re discovering a new piece of Park Sunghoon everyday as you get to know more of him.

He was no longer Harvard star tennis player Park Sunghoon, but your boyfriend Park Sunghoon.

It felt weird, but giddy. Girls who had thrown themselves on him before backed off with fury, wondering why a random film student of all people got with their beloved athlete.

You don’t mind that Sunghoon loves tennis, you really don’t. You know he wants to go pro, it’s all he’s ever talked about on your dates and calls.

“I’m gonna make it to the Olympics.” He says. “You’ll see.”

“I’m sure I will Hoonie.”

What you do mind is the fact that Sunghoon loves tennis too much. His fixation with the sport concerns you, but that’s just what happens when you’ve been playing since you were 3, isn’t it? The sport becomes one with you.

“Park Sunghoon! How was your match?” The interviewer asks, shoving his microphone into Sunghoon’s face.

“Oh it was great man, lovely weather.”

“Mhm, a great warm glow over Boston today! Have you always loved tennis this much?”

“Yes, honestly, tennis is my number one. It’s the reason I breathe and live today.”

He doesn’t mention anything about you when asked about what he loved. He never did. It was always the same thing.

Tennis, tennis, tennis.

If you hadn’t seen the red flags that were ringing before, you clearly were now.

“Are you seriously upset I didn’t mention you in my interview?” Sunghoon asks, biting into his apple angrily.

“Yes! It’d be nice for you to mention me once in your interview but you never do! It’s always the same bullshit Hoon!”

“I love tennis, why can’t I talk about it? It’s what the people want! They watch me for tennis, they don’t watch me for some stupid relationship.”

“Oh, so this is relationship is stupid to you now?”

“You’re twisting my words and you fucking know it.”

You and Sunghoon haven’t talked in over a week. All because you had practically begged him just to talk about you once. Was it so hard for him to show appreciation to his own girlfriend?

It didn’t help when you went to try and visit him on the court, practicing what you were going to say. He was already too engrossed in his conversation with Kelsley Aptos, their proximity dangerously close.

Fine. You think. If Park Sunghoon wants to play this way, we can fucking play it this way.

The next thing you knew, the headlines were filled with PARK SUNGHOON, HARVARD STAR ATHLETE CAUGHT EXCESSIVELY DRINKING AND SMOKING, blaring all over Boston, with the clips from your camera being right on the front page.

[3d-wifey]

NSFT Alphabet: MK1 Johnny Cage Edition

A/N: Wrote this to hold you Johnny girls (gender neutral) over until I finish that smut 😙 Plus, I find writing these Alphabets for a character in preparation to write full-fledged smut for them is very helpful in capturing accurate characterization. It's almost like a writing exercise. I've written three different ones so far and I tried to keep them in character, if that makes sense. Like, I tried putting their personality and language in it. Okay, enjoy.

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Talking. So much talking. But, honestly, did you expect anything else? As he’s pulling out, as he’s carrying you to the shower, as you’re washing his hair. And when it inevitably leads to shower sex, he’s talking then too. You’ll never meet a man who loves the sound of his own voice more than Johnny Cage.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

Uh, how ‘bout the artillery canons strapped to his arms? C’mon, I mean, who wouldn’t want a ticket to the gun show? 

Face. Is saying your face too cliche? Hear him out! You want specifics? He can do specifics! He likes the dimples that pop in your cheeks when he finally gets you to laugh at one of his jokes, the little crease you get between your eyebrows when he’s pissed you off, the adorable way your nose scrunches up when he does that one thing with his tongue that drives you crazy. See? Specifics!

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

Pull out game…very weak. Embarrassingly weak, actually. He swears he’s never had this problem before. His ability to pull out in the nick of time has always been something he’s prided himself on. However, he vastly underestimated just how good you’d feel. He’s clean, you’re clean, and, hey! You both prefer the feeling of hitting it raw, the way nature intended it. However, your pussy’s like wet kryptonite. And he’s only a man. A very awesome man, but a man nonetheless. So birth control it is! Or, if you’re turned off by all the side effects, he can be talked into a vasectomy. It’s either that or give up the sweet, sweet embrace of your walls when he’s balls deep. 

On second thought, that vasectomy sounds pretty tempting. It is reversible, right?

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Johnny would leak his own sex tape. Plain and simple. He’d leak it from a burner account and watch the chaos ensue. There’s no shame in his game. Hey, it’s ranked the Number 1 Celebrity sex tape for a reason.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Is this even a question? Actors, singers, models, directors, producers. He’s THE Johnny Cage, Hollywood royalty. He’s fucked actual royalty. You’re in good hands—as long as he cares about you. If you’re a random hookup, then he’s not really working for your pleasure here. You’ll definitely cum, but it’s mainly a pit stop on his way to the finish line. 

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

Reverse cowgirl. Johnny’s an ass man, through and through. He loves fucking up into you and watching your ass ripple with both of your movements. And he loves holding onto you. Big hands grabbing your waist, hips, thighs, and especially your ass. He also loves seeing you both in action. So reverse cowgirl + some artfully placed full-length mirrors = Him wrapping his arms around your stomach, rubbing at your clit, and forcing you to watch yourself as you desperately grind against him, AKA Heaven. 

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

Oh, c’mon. It isn’t like him to be serious in any situation. He’s gotta slip a joke in every now and then. Get it? Slip a joke in?

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Wax on, wax off, baby. Smoother than a seal. Or, uh, some other sexy, hairless animal. You mourn when he waxes his happy trail. 

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.)

You’ll be surprised by how charming he can be. It’s not all jokes and great orgasms. It’s also loving touches, reverent compliments, and amazing orgasms.

J = Jack off (Masturbation Headcanon)

He’s got a healthy libido and a pretty stacked schedule, so sometimes a quick introduction between his hand and mini Johnny can’t be helped. But he’s also got a smoking hot girlfriend (you), so jerking off by himself is a rare occurrence. 

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Exhibitionism. What can he say? He’s a performer at heart and he loves an audience. But nothing crazy, just your average celebrity having sex on a yacht that’s in full view of the paparazzi. Or the occasional jerking off with you telling him how fast or slow to go. Oh, and you can’t forget about the sex tapes. Man, with the amount of videos he has of the two of you going at it, he could start an archive. You two have definitely ended up on the cover of TMZ and the front page of Twitter.

Voyeurism. But only for you. He’s enthralled by anything you do, including how many of your much smaller fingers will you stuff inside yourself to replicate the feeling of him stretching you wide. It usually leads to you begging for him to touch you, something else he’s in love with. Nothing wrong with a little hands-on audience participation.

Dirty talk. Normally, dirty talk is kind of basic to any old romp in the hay, but Johnny, being Johnny, puts his own Cage flair on it. Those corny oneliners somehow translate to the perfect thing to say to get you hot. He’s like Shakespear, if Shakespear was good-looking and not a virgin. You know what they say: everything sounds better when you’re horny. Who says that? Uh…

Fighting/Sparing which always leads to blood play. Winning a match gets Johnny’s blood pumping. The adrenaline of escaping death and the crowd hyping him up. And the crux of it all is you who happens to get especially wet when he comes to you covered in blood, grinning with a glint in his eyes that’s poorly hidden behind his blood-speckled sunglasses (a glint that many may describe as mania). And it certainly goes the other way. Watching you kick ass makes him harder than a diamond. Sparing together is a no-brainer that leads to fucking on his gym floor, or, honestly, wherever you two fall. Lui Kang must regret making you two his champions in this timeline with how often he’s walked in on you two. Offering to let him join probably doesn’t soften the blow, but, hey, it’s only polite.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

In his mansion. In one of his lavish beds, or pressed up against the wall-length windows. In his Bentley or in the back of his limo. He’s a big fan of fingering you under the table at an award show and then fucking you in a bathroom at said award show when he should definitely be on stage presenting. For whatever reason, walking the red carpet always gets him worked up. And going to the club together always ends with you riding him in the VIP section.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Such a complex question for a man with complex taste. I’m joking, Johnny is so easy. It’s actually ridiculous how easily you turn him on. Laugh at his joke, hard. Complement his acting or fighting, hard. Running your fingers through his hair/scratching his scalp, hard. Feel him up/tease him in any context, hard. You’re covered in blood after a win, hard, hard, rock hard.

“Are you King Midas? Cuz you make me hard with just one touch.”

“That one was actually kinda clever.” 

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Nothing too gross. He’s all for sloppy, messy sex, but he has to draw the line somewhere. There’s nasty 👁🫦👁 and there’s n a s t y 👁👄👁. 

He likes to tease/do the opposite of what you say, but if you’re not 100% on board with what he’s doing, then he’s stopping it then and there. Remember: there’s nothing sexier than explicit consent!

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Preferred to receive before he started dating you, and only ever had the urge to go down on someone if he had been drinking before. After you started dating, he definitely loved it whenever you gave him head, but he didn’t realize how much pleasure he could get from giving you pleasure. 

He loves sloppy head, giving and receiving, so if you weren’t wet before, you definitely will be after he gets his mouth on you. 

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends on when and where you’re doing it. And if you two are “allowed” to be doing it in said place.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Big fan of the guy who came up with the idea of quickies, enough said. 

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

C’mon. He’s the leading source of your sex tapes getting leaked. I mean, how do you think the paps keep finding you in compromising positions? A little tip-off to them while you take his tip, ha!

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

It’s like he runs off horsepower, good God. If you’re trying to go until he’s tired out, it’s gonna be a couple of rounds until then.

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He’s a fan of dildos. Specifically, watching you fuck yourself with one. “Go ahead, baby. Show me how bad you want me.” And show him, you do. God, you know how to put on a show. But you shouldn’t have to settle for some random dildo. You’re with the Cage man, and he would get a mold of his dick made for you. And they say he’s not romantic. 

Strap-on. That’s it. And he takes it well ;).

Remote-controlled vibrators, for you and him. Hell, let’s make a game out of it. See who can last the longest in public, there are no losers! 

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

His version of teasing is doing the opposite of what you said to do. You want him to speed up? He’s slowing down and making sure you feel every inch inside you. Oh, keep his hands above his head? You gonna make him? He’s a total brat, but you knew what you were getting yourself into when you agreed to date him.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Heh, yeahhh. He’s real loud. Moans, groans, screams, whimpers. You name it, he’s doing it. It’s the performer in him. And because he knows you like how he sounds.

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character)

Tattoos? Sexy as hell. If you were to ever get his name tattooed on you (preferably a tramp stamp), then you might as well start planning what flowers you want in your bouquet. I could see him getting your name tattooed on him too. Probably on his pelvis, in the middle of his v-line. In case anyone ever needs a reminder of who his dick belongs to.  

Type of guy to dedicate a Mortal Kombat match to you, and then lose. Ah, I’m joking. He’d beat his opponent’s ass all because you promised him victory sex if he won and he doesn’t take victory sex lightly.

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s got an 8.5–8.9 inch hog, shower not a grower. Little Johnny isn’t so little. There’s a reason he’s alright with doing full-frontal nudity if the scene calls for it. They’ve had to CG out his bulge in post-production in every Ninja Mime movie. It’s not his fault spandex happens to be the clingiest material known to man.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Higher than Mount Fuji. He’s a stallion in his prime with a gorgeous girlfriend. His spare time is filled with filling you. And you both tend to feed off of each other, so all it takes is for one of you to be the tiniest bit turned on, and then, boom! You’re both desperately grinding against each other in a supply closet. Ain’t that just the way?

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Depends. He’s kind of like a dog that needs to tire himself out before he can sleep. 

Click for a Johnny Cage-shaped surprise👀👀

[wayward-dreamer]

Old Flame

Part 2 to New Blood

Square/s filled: "is that right?" @anyfandomkinkbingo (prompt in bold)|

Pairing: Soldier Boy x F!Supe!Reader

Word count: 5,229

Summary: Y/N never expected that a knock at her door late at night would result in a reunion with Soldier Boy, someone she long thought to be dead. The meeting gets off to a rocky start, but when certain truths come to light, some unexpected feelings come along with them.

Warnings: Swearing, angst, smut: dirty talk, unprotected sex (wrap it up people), I think that's it lol

A/N: I'm so excited to finally bring this to you guys! I just realised I posted the first part a year ago, so it's about time lol... beta'd my loves @hintsofhoney and @makeadealwithdean

Get the job done.

In all his tenure as Soldier Boy, that’s what he had learnt and kept faith in. He had tried to instill that in his team continuously for so long, but along the way he lost his grip on them, enough that they had taken action against him and given him up to the Russians.

The only credit he could give them was that he never saw it coming. Noir was always crafty that way, which was why he had no doubt Stan Edgar had put him up to it.

The last few days had been a complete whirlwind.

He had been released from a chamber in Russia, confronted by the modern world, burned Countess and the Twins to a crisp, all while running with two guys propositioning him to kill the “new” him, Homelander. Who he found out was his son, right before he caved Mindstorm’s face in with his shield. They were still on the search for Noir, but they were close. He had conflicting feelings about Homelander given the revelations, but if he was prepared to do what needs to be done.

He sipped his whiskey, reclined in the wrinkled leather armchair of The Legend’s office in his home upstate. He continued this nightly routine, contemplating the old days compared to this new world he had found himself in. He recalled the golden years, the nights of endless parties, alcohol, drugs, beautiful women, being in the pocket of so many of Hollywood’s elite and notable political figures. He remembered the Vought events, Herogasm in its prime and not the pathetic mess he had witnessed days ago. He thought back to those last few weeks before they left for Nicaragua, that shareholders party that ended up being his last. The night he met Y/N. Ember.

“Everyone knows Noir’s the only valuable player for Vought. The rest of you… you’re gonna end up C-listers, with crummy deals at amusement parks and running Herogasm into the fucking ground.”

He scoffed as he sipped the amber liquid. She had been right, of course. That was exactly what happened, and she had the foresight about Payback’s fate before any of them did. She may have tried to push his buttons, but he couldn’t help but let his mind wander to the result of it. The sex was pretty fucking great; no matter how much he hated her attitude, he had to admit that fact.

“And as for you…You know they’re all just humoring you, right? Countess, the twins. I mean fuck, even Edgar just gives you shit to do so he doesn’t actually have to deal with you. He’s probably got a replacement lined up for you already.”

Just as the memories of her body against his plagued him, her words echoed in his head once more. Words that had broken his last resolve, that had him pushing her against the wall, that had fuelled their rageful lust for each other. Slowly, he stood up from the chair, replaying them in his mind. Yet again, she had prophesied something that he wouldn’t know the truth about until now.

So how the fuck did she know? She may not have been part of the team back then, but she sure as fuck knew something. Did she have something to do with the plot to get rid of him, too? Did she and Noir make the plan together?

She had voiced her desire to join Payback, going as far as telling him she’d talk to Stan after they had fucked and broken several pieces of furniture in his penthouse apartment.

He needed to know where she was so he could pay her a little visit like he had with the rest of his team.

-x-

Y/N settled in for the evening, laid back against the couch with a glass of whiskey on the coffee table and a joint resting in the ashtray next to it. The light of the television flashed against her face as some shitty daytime show was almost finished, ready to give way to the 6pm news. She had briefly seen something about an explosion in Midtown Manhattan a few days ago, followed by another in Montpelier, Vermont, but she didn’t pay much attention to it.

Sliding down against the cushions as the headlines started, she reached for the joint and brought it to her lips, clicking her fingers and lighting the end of it from the small flame. She inhaled, blowing out a large puff of smoke as she drew her knees up. With one hand, she reached for her foot and rubbed her thumb along her toes, firmly. She grimaced at the dull ache that had developed over the years, before stretching her leg out and hearing her bones click loudly. One of the many things Vought took from her; her physicality. She may not have aged a day thanks to the Compound V, but that didn’t mean the years of service to that fucked up place hadn’t taken a toll on her.

Taking another pull from the joint, Y/N glanced at the TV as a new headline came up. Her eyes narrowed in confusion as old images of Soldier Boy flashed across the screen, with the words SOLDIER BOY ALIVE? appeared over them. She jolted up from the couch, reaching for the remote and pressing hard on the volume button, making it louder than it had been. An instagram video with the supe she recognized as Starlight came after the pictures, her words ringing in Y/N’s ears.

“It’s been five days, and still nothing but lies from Vought. Soldier Boy is still out there, and Maeve is still missing, and you know what? More people are just going to die before they admit to what’s going on.”

Her eyes widened as the report continued, piecing the last few days and events together.

“As you heard Starlight there, it’s been five days since the events in Montpelier, Vermont where seven supes were killed, and several more injured. This comes a few days after the explosion in Midtown, with the prime suspect being Soldier Boy, Vought’s most respected supe. Long thought dead for the last 3 decades, which now leads us to believe: what has else Vought been hiding? Stay tuned-”

Y/N shut the TV off, the house eerily silent. She breathed heavily as she tried to understand what was happening. Was he really alive? After all this time? Had he really killed all those people? In an explosion no less. She knew his violent nature but was he really capable of something like this? Midtown was close to The Legend’s penthouse. Had Ben gone after him too?

While the reality of lives lost made her blood boil, the only thing that made her happy was the thought that Vought was probably running around with their heads cut off trying to fix this mess. She’d love to be in that building again and witness it, but she had never been so glad to be out of that life.

She knew that if there were casualties in Vermont, then it was definitely at Herogasm. The TNT twins were no doubt a part of those numbers, which meant Ben was going after all of the team. She had lost contact with Countess decades ago, which was she relieved about considering everything she and the rest of the team had put her through. Y/N had left Payback almost thirty years ago; crime fighting nearly twenty years ago, and she had never looked back. She had refused appearances at Godolkin and any Vought events over the years, and when they finally stopped reaching out she felt free of their hold on her.

There was no word on Countess, the twins were most likely dead; The Legend too, probably. That meant Noir and Mindstorm were next, and then Ben would no doubt be coming for her. If he was alive, then he had clearly learnt of her appointment to Payback, something they had argued over that fateful night, even if it did result in really great sex.

She stood up from the couch and rushed into her bedroom, knowing there was only one thing she could do at that moment. She needed to leave before he found her.

She pulled out her small suitcase, dumped it on the bed and began filling it with whatever she needed for a few days at least. That news report had put the fear of every God into her and she knew that she needed to pack quickly. She had never met Starlight, but after hearing who was responsible… she knew something was up even if she didn’t want to believe it. He couldn’t be alive. Not after all this time.

She couldn’t take any chances of him finding her and killing her too. Especially after that night, in his penthouse at the old Vought American building, when she said all those horrible things to him. Things that she had regretted the moment she found out he was gone in that nuclear blast. Was that how he was alive now and had managed to wipe out nearly everyone at Herogasm?

She pondered everything in her mind, shaking her head as the thoughts continued in a reel, continuing to put her things together as she moved on auto-pilot. She zipped up the bag, grabbed her passport from one of the drawers in her dresser and shoved it into her handbag. The Legend lived close by, and she just hoped and prayed that he wasn’t dead already. She needed his help to make her disappear for a while, because he was the only one she still trusted. She pushed the clothes in her closet to either side of the rack, reaching forward to the safe in the wall. Turning the dial a few times, it clicked open from the right combination and allowed her to take out a few bundles of cash that she had.

Just as she decided to change into jeans and t-shirt from her nightie and robe, a sudden knock on the door broke through the silence, stunting her in place. She felt a shiver run down her back as the ominous quiet stretched on. Slowly, she wrapped her robe around her body and tied it, walking out of her room. She stared at the front door, wondering if she just imagined it. Another knock sounded on the solid wood, and she flinched, gasping softly. Shaking her head, she rolled her shoulders as she straightened up, psyching herself up as she took leisured steps towards the entrance. She lightly wiggled her fingers to make small embers light up the tips, just as she reached for the doorknob. She twisted it slowly, opening the door wide to see no one there on her porch.

“What the fuck?” she whispered, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

Just as her hand reached for the porch light switch next to the frame, her eyes widened at the familiar face they stepped in front of her, paralyzing her in her place. It was the face of a ghost, or at least, he should’ve been. She staggered back as heavy footfalls moved slowly towards her, his green eyes staring into hers as his face remained stoic, the door hinges creaking as he shut the door behind him.

“Ben,” she gulped, squaring her shoulders as she stood her ground. She wasn’t going to let him intimidate her. “H-How are you alive?”

His blank facial expression gave way to a slow, sinister smirk. “Well you and the team handing me to the fucking Reds didn’t work out the way you planned.”

She frowned, shaking her head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

In one swift motion, Soldier Boy’s hand wrapped around her neck, turning her around and slamming her against the wall. She gasped as his fingers curled over her throat, her body trapped by his shield pressed against her. She tried to push it away with her free hands, but his strength was too much for her.

“Don’t lie to me,” he snarled, glaring down at her. “I could snap this little neck like a fucking toothpick and you know it, sugar.”

“I-I’m not,” she choked, slapping at his arm.

“You seemed pretty confident about what was gonna happen to all of them,” he recalled, squeezing harder on her neck. “Countess, the twins. So you’re gonna tell me the fucking truth.”

“Or what? You’re really gonna kill me like you did the others?” she gulped around her words.

“Depends on your fucking answer,” he replied.

Her lungs burned as took a harsh breath once he released his hold on her. Her chest heaved as she looked up at him, still trapped between the wall and his shield. Her eyes darkened with rage, her jaw clenching as her nostrils flared the longer they remained in defiant silence. With the little strength she could muster, she raised her arms and pushed against his chest, pushing him back a few paces. His shield slipped out of his grip as he braced himself, his upper lip twitching as he glared at her. Her hands glowed with tiny embers that grew as she stepped towards him.

“Anything I say isn’t gonna matter to you,” she stated, wiggling her fingers around and causing small flames to ignite her palms.

“It all fucking happened, Y/N,” he husked, his stance changing into fight mode as glanced between her face and her hands. “Exactly the way you said. I mean, fuck, they probably replaced me with fucking Homelander - my son - because you told them to!”

“S-Son?” she stuttered, her eyes widening.

He chuckled, smugly. “Come on, doll. It’s hard to believe you had nothing to do with any of this. So what was it, huh? Getting rid of me as some kind of initiation from Noir and the rest of them? You were the final fucking puzzle piece in his plan?”

Y/N shook her head as her fingers tightened into fists, and before she realized her actions, she lifted the right and punched him across the face. The flesh of cheek singed by the embers healed quickly as he looked back at her, grabbing her by her arms and flinging her aside. Her back hit the wall hard, photo frames from the mantel above the fireplace falling off and shattering on the floor. She rolled her shoulders as pushed off the wall, some of the drywall stuck to the back of her silky robe. She tried to strike him again, but as he ducked away, he gripped her waist and turned her around, caging her in by his strong arms. She elbowed him but he didn’t budge; a complete wall of immovable muscle against her. She reached back, her fingers scraping against his cheek, a painful grunt escaping him as she burned his skin long enough for him to let go of her.

“Bitch,” he growled.

Soldier Boy wiped his fingers along his face, the flesh reforming before any blood was drawn. He moved towards her, but she bent down and quickly pulled the blade from his holster, coming back up as she flicked the blade around, slicing his palm through his glove. Once again he was unaffected as gripped her wrist, forcing her backwards and slamming her into the wall. She shrieked as her head hit the hard surface, the sound growing more desperate as she tried to free her hand from his hold. The deja vu of the whole situation wasn’t lost on either of them, as they found themselves in a similar position as that night, but she wasn’t going to let that distract her. As his other hand moved over her throat again, he hit her fist against the wall in an effort to get her to drop the knife. Just as the grip fell from her fingertips and before he could get the upper hand once more, she grabbed him by his kevlar vest, kneeing him in the stomach as hard as she could with her waning strength. A grunt, more of surprise than pain left him as he let go of her, slightly hunched as he collected himself.

“I got the gig 6 weeks after you were gone,” she blurted out. Before this escalated more than it already had, she was going to tell him what really happened.

He glared at her, straightening up slowly. “What?”

“Whenever you were taken… I only got into the team once Vought handled that whole situation,” she added, trying to catch her breath as she moved towards him, slowly. “Which they did a fucking piss poor job of considering I never believed for a second you were dead in a nuclear explosion.”

With a heavy exhale he watched her carefully, looking for any tells that she was lying. She knew exactly what he was trying to do, from the way his shoulders tensed and his eyes narrowed. She shook her head, scoffing as mentally told herself to “fuck it” because if she had to die defending herself, then so be it. At least she’d go out with some integrity.

“I had nothing to do with the plot to hand you over, okay? I didn’t know about Noir’s plan!” she exclaimed, stepping closer to him. “Though, if you ask me, those orders probably came from Stan ‘cause he’s the only one smart and sneaky enough to think of it. So no, it wasn’t an initiation. Trust me, that process was far worse.”

A bitter chuckle fell from her lips as she met his eyes again. His eyebrows furrowed, taking her in properly for the first time since he stepped into her house. Apart from the lines around her eyes she looked exactly the same, but something behind her eyes told him she wasn’t the pistol of a woman he had a fiery twenty minutes with all those years ago. He wasn’t about to ask her, because fuck feelings and all that gooey shit, but considering his own experiences in that Russian lab he realized he wasn’t the only tortured one in the room.

Y/N couldn’t decipher his silence. The longer he didn’t say a word, the angrier she got and that was dangerous in that precarious moment. She couldn’t stop herself, however, so before she realized what she was doing, she pushed him. It didn’t matter to her that he was a brick wall, her rage was consuming her and it needed to be unleashed in any way she could find. She hated to be called a liar, and there was no way he was going to get away with it. 

“No matter how much anyone asked for the truth about you it was always the same fucking answer!” she yelled, shoving him again. “The same lies they sold to the public were the same ones they gave us!”

Another push.

“Y/N-”

He stepped back, trying to move out of her way as he reached for her hands, but she was quick as they pressed into his chest again and forced him back, harder this time. 

“So, no! I had no fucking idea that you got taken by the Russians! No fucking idea the team did that to you! I joined Payback to look after my family, not to get rid of you!”

She jostled him again, her palms suddenly engulfed with large embers as she reached up and slapped him across the face. A pained groan escaped him this time, but as he tried to recover she used her other hand across the other side of his face. The skin singed before it healed quickly, but she kept coming at him, kept slapping and shoving, her teeth gritting as she screamed at him. He grunted as he reached for her, his fists closing tight around her wrists as she tried to pull out his grip, scowling at him as her fingers blazed.

“Y/N, stop!” he roared, his gaze far more menacing than hers.

But she didn’t back down. It was too late now.

“I asked about you, you son of a bitch! I tried to find out where you were! You wanted the truth? There it is!”

Her continuous attempt to free herself from his grasp failed, groaning in frustration as she tried to move away, but there was no use.

“Let me go,” she hissed, glaring up at him.

His hands tightened around her wrists causing her to gasp in pain.

“L-Let me fucking go and get the fuck out of my house!”

Soldier Boy remained stoic as she struggled, his heated gaze on her causing her stop. Their eyes locked on each other, and for the first time since he stepped through the door Y/N saw something else behind the intensity of his green orbs. What it was, she wasn’t sure and he probably had no idea what he was feeling either, but before she could understand what was happening, he dropped her wrists and roughly cupped her face as his lips fused with hers. A surprised moan escaped her as he grabbed her so quickly, but her hands instantly moved into his hair, pushing herself up on her tip-toes to get closer to him.

There was nothing gentle about the embrace. Their lips moved harshly against each other’s as her frenzied grasp tugged at his vest. She pulled away, gasping for air as she made quick work of opening the buckles and pushing the kevlar up, allowing him to pull it over his head and throw it aside. He pulled her close as they met in another frantic kiss, stumbling towards the living area as they dodged furniture. He reached for the tie on her silk robe, pulling it free and practically tearing off her before she tossed it somewhere in the room, stripping her of the short silk nightie she had been wearing just as fast. The back of her calf hit the corner of the coffee table, causing her to lose balance as she hit the floor, pulling him down on top of her. Luckily the thick rug softened the fall, but neither of them noticed as he stared down at her, completely naked in front of his still-clothed frame. Her frenetic grasp on his suit as she yanked at the gathered collar and pulled the zip down caused an amused expression to grace his features.

“Someone’s fucking eager,” he chuckled.

She scoffed, hastily sitting up and pushing the sleeves down his biceps before reaching for his pants. “Please, your dick just happens to be the only one in the vicinity.”

“Is that right?” he asked, briefly halting her urgency as he held her chin between his thumb and forefinger. “‘Cause if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you got a thing for me, doll.”

“You kissed me first,” she retorted, one eyebrow cocked as she looked up at him, her fingers deftly unzipping his pants. “What’s that say about you?”

“That I’m the one in charge,” he husked, taking her hands in his and pinning her down on the rug once more.

“Then shut up and fuck me,” she smirked.

He grinned as his face hovered above hers, breath mingling as their lips were inches apart. Without wasting any more time, he tugged the waistband of his pants down and took hold of his cock, hard and pulsing in his hand. He lined himself up to her entrance, and in one swift tilt of his hips, he was sheathed by her walls. Her mouth fell open at the familiar stretch, her eyes squeezing shut as she moaned loudly. She grabbed onto his broad, muscular shoulders, pulling him as close as their bodies could press together. He set a brutal pace to his thrusts, his pelvis smacking against her as she wrapped her legs around him, the heels of her feet resting under the curve of his ass. The threads of the carpet under her scraped her back, but she couldn’t have cared less at that point. Everything about that moment felt the same as all those years ago, and yet, completely different.

His touch was as harsh as before and so was the way he pounded into her. Something lingered under the surface, however, something that was unfamiliar to her and that she had never experienced with any of the men she had slept with. Just as she had with the others, she pushed it aside and tugged the hair at the back of his head, their lips fused together in a rough kiss.

“Fuck,” he husked, his mouth brushing against hers. “So fucking tight for me…”

“Didn’t I tell you to shut up and fuck me?” she taunted.

He glared down at her, taking in the rapid rise and fall of her chest. “What? This isn’t enough for you?”

“Looks like you’re fucking out of practice, old man,” she snickered.

The scornful laugh died quickly as he took her words as a challenge, slamming into her even harder. The shrieking moan that ripped from her throat had her regretting her words, her eyes closing as stars appeared behind them. Her grip on his shoulders tightened, the pads of her fingers digging into his skin as her nails left crescent marks behind.

It was his turn to mock her, chuckling as he stared down at her. “That’s what I fucking thought… only way to put bratty sluts like you in their place.”

She cried out, half in rage at what he called her and the other half ashamed that it had an effect on her, her walls clenching around him as she felt the familiar heat in her core. She hadn’t felt like this in a long time, well… since the last time she was with him. She tried not to think about how pathetic that was.

“Shit,” she hissed, pressing her lips together.

“Suddenly speechless,” he smirked.

“Fuck you.”

A boisterous laugh left him as he continued to move within her, his hips unrelenting. Her fingers squeezed down harder on his skin, the embers that appeared under them beginning to burn his flesh. He broke eye contact with her as his head dropped down, his shoulders heaving under her painful touch. He closed his eyes, squeezing them as his hips began to falter, causing her to frown. It was unexpected, and she had no idea what was happening to him, especially as a pool of light glowed on his chest.

“Ben…” she whispered, her hands instantly cupping his face and forcing him to look at her.

Just as the light scorches dissipated on his skin as it healed, so did the strange light that looked as if it would erupt from his chest. She gazed up at him, watching as his eyes finally focused on hers.

“What the fuck was-”

He cut the question off as he kissed her hard, his thrusts picking up pace once more. She moaned into his mouth, the confusion as to what had just happened disappearing as he pushed her towards her release. Her walls tightened around him, the intense sensation in her core too much of her to take.

“Fucking cum, Y/N,” he breathed against her lips, his gaze locked on hers. “Be a good girl and cum for me…”

A loud whimper left her as she threw her head back, her hands moving up the back of his neck and into his hair, gripping the locks between her fingers. Her eyes closed tightly as her vision turned white behind them, just as the coil snapped and she felt her wetness cover his cock. His own release came just a few seconds later, a deep growl escaping him as he dropped his head down, his seed coating her walls.

They breathed heavily as they came down from their euphoric high, but it didn’t last long as Ben pulled out of her, sitting on the floor and leaning back against the couch. Y/N sat up, reaching for her robe and pulling it on, tying it around her. The silence was awkward and she wasn’t sure how to break it as she heard him reaching for her lighter and the joint she hadn’t finished. He lit it again, bringing it to his pouty lips and taking a long pull.

“So… when did you find out about Homelander being your son?” she asked, not knowing if that was the best way to start but it was better than addressing what happened just a couple of minutes ago.

“A few days ago,” he replied, the smoke blowing out between his words. “Long story.”

She nodded, unsure of what to say next.

“Ben, what happened-”

“We’re not fucking talking about it, doll,” he snarled, pinning her with an intense glare. “Mention it and I can slit that little throat of yours so fast.”

“I’d like to see you try,” she challenged.

She shifted closer to him, her neck craned back, taunting him. She looked at him with hooded lids, biting her lip to keep her from cackling in his face. She plucked the joint from between his fingers and brought it to her mouth, taking a drag. She dropped her head to meet his gaze, blowing the puff of smoke out directly into his face. She knew she was pushing it, but she also knew he was all talk. When it came to her; if he really wanted to cause her harm he would’ve done it that night.

“Don’t you have another Payback member to kill?” she asked, nonchalant.

His jaw clenched the longer he sat in front of her and saw that she wasn’t giving him the satisfaction he would’ve had if she was scared. He stood up quickly, finding his suit around the room and putting each piece back on. As he picked his shield and walked to the door, she followed behind him, a mischievous grin pulling at her lips as she raised an eyebrow in question.

“Raincheck on that long story?”

“Sure you don’t wanna admit you want me first?” he grinned.

She scoffed. “And inflate that ego of yours even more? No fucking way.”

He growled as he reached up and grabbed the front of her neck, leaning in and kissing her roughly. She snickered slightly as her lips moved against his, pulling away before she could let herself fall further into his strange yet intense hold on her.

Ben pulled away from the kiss, and with a wink and suggestive wiggle of his brow he turned the doorknob, walking out onto the porch and into the night. She closed the door, leaning back against it as she took in the state of her living room. She didn’t get the answers she wanted, hell she barely asked the questions she needed to, but considering she never expected this to happen, for him to actually be alive, she supposed they had time to reveal truths and secrets that had been kept for so long.

Something had changed between them, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t help but dwell on it. If their next encounter was going to be anything like it was moments ago, then how could she not? He was a brute and she couldn’t stand him, but fuck it, the sex was worth it.

And that alone was the reason she could learn to tolerate him.

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I never knew I was missing you 8/9

Jake is just trying to find a connection. Shame the guy he connects with the most is lying about his identity online; because he sure as hell isn't A-list Hollywood star Bradley Bradshaw.

ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN

PART EIGHT

              Jake doesn’t really want to leave, but he doesn’t yet feel comfortable just loitering around in Bradley’s space, no matter how much he’d seems even less happy about Jake leaving. He’s on leave, there’s nothing forcing him to be anywhere but still… He has to maintain his fitness, but Bradley has a fucking home gym and pool, much nicer than anything on base. Plus Bradley is there, which is a pretty big incentive, but also a distraction. Although he supposes they could motivate each other… that could be fun.

              Those thoughts keep him occupied the entire drive back, and he should talk to Bradley about them, because he’s certain he would be on board. Wonders when it would be too soon to go back. When he gets out of his car he guesses he shouldn’t be surprised to see Maverick sitting on the steps waiting for him.

              “Sir…”

              “Flying colors lieutenant, you passed with flying colors…”

              “I wasn’t aware it was a test sir. Was about to raise my concerns about your declining cognitive function with Cyclone…”

              Maverick barks a laugh at that and Jake shakes his head, because he supposes it makes sense now, all of Maverick’s questions and his entire attitude. Yeah. He’s already protective of Bradley’s privacy and he’s only known him a short while, regardless of whether he believed him or not.

              “I did want to introduce you to him actually. You just beat me to it…”

              “Well, you are slowing down in your dotage.”

              “Jesus. You and Bradley are perfect for one another… his favorite hobby is giving me shit too.”

              “Thought it was restoring pinball machines.”

              “He does that when he’s stressed or overwhelmed. If he’s happy and relaxed his favorite hobby is giving shit to the people he loves. We dish it right back of course…”

              “Yeah. He’s, uh… “

              “Mmm. He is. Right. I was just popping in to invite you to dinner, family dinner, tomorrow night.”

              “Uh. Where?”

              “Bradley’s. Bring an overnight bag,” Maverick instructs with a shit eating grin and Jake just shakes his head, because he’s on leave, he doesn’t have to do what Maverick tells him. Except for the fact that he wants to. Fuck.

              “Yes sir.”

              “And let it be a surprise for Bradley. I’ll just tell him I’m bringing a guest.”

              “You… you’re a bit of a shit stirrer,” Jake says with dawning realization.

              “You’ve only just figured that out?” Maverick asks with a grin and Jake shakes his head, thinks he’s going to enjoy getting to know the people Bradley keeps close almost as much as he’s enjoying getting to know Bradley.

…           …           …

              Bradley grins at his phone, the messages from Jake saying he made it back safe and that Maverick is being a dick as per usual, waiting for him when Jake got home. It should make him nervous, having Mav so involved and knowledgeable about his relationship, or the person he’s starting a new relationship with. Instead though it makes him feel settled, that the hurdle of needing to somehow get his approval isn’t there. Maverick already apparently likes Jake, at least according to Slider; who also seems to approve of Jake. Although he’s pretty sure Slider would approve of almost anyone who was an aviator.

              He wants to ring him and talk to him, but Jake’s not even been gone a few hours. He doesn’t want to come off as needy but… Jake will be deployed soon enough, and he won’t be able to simply call him and talk to him whenever he wants. So what if other people think they’re moving fast, he agrees with Jake. It isn’t fast if this is what they both want. He presses call and waits for Jake to pick up.

              “Hey…”

              “Hi.

              “You miss me?” Jake asks, and Bradley can hear that he’s teasing, that he doesn’t expect a serious answer, or that Bradley is actually missing him. He’s not going to lie.

              “Yeah. Actually. I know you just got back to base but I was wondering if you just wanted to… pack up and come back and stay with me until your next deployment.”

              “You serious?”

              “Yeah. Too fast?”

              “Who the fuck cares. You want me there I’ll be there… I just. It’s a fucking big house.”

              “You’ll figure it out quickly enough. Just think of it as a luxurious base with fewer people.” That earns him a little laugh and he grins, glad that Jake has simply agreed. “I just… I don’t want to waste time being apart when we’ll spend so much time apart anyway.”

              “Yeah, that’s a sound argument. Give me a couple of hours.”

              “Great. You want your own space or want to share mine?”

              “You offering?” Jake asks, like Bradley isn’t obvious.

              “Yes.”

              “Then I’m with you.”

              “Yeah… good.”

              “Good. I’ll see you soon.”

   ��          He ends the call with a grin on his face, starts wandering through the house to find Ron or Callie or Neil. He could message them, they have a group chat, but he wants to bask in the moment for a bit.

…           …           …

              Jake opens the Dagger group chat, mindful that he’s now pushed for time. Not that Bradley will care if he’s twenty- or thirty-minutes past when he said he’d be there, but Jake cares. Wants to see him again as soon as possible. Honeymoon phase he guesses, he’s never experienced it before. Not like this.

Hangman>> Doing a call in 5 minutes. I have news and either you hear it direct from me or you hear it second hand. Your choice.

              While he waits for the five minutes to tick down he packs, able to do so quickly and efficiently. It’s not like he’s going to leave anything behind. He doesn’t need a lot, used to travelling light. He’s packed and ready in seven minutes, and he can see that about seven of the Daggers have responded in the affirmative and he calls the group and waits for them to answer. Phoenix, Coyote, Bob, Fanboy, Fritz, Payback and then Harvard and Yale appear together on one tiny screen. Holy shit, that’s nearly everyone.

              “So, is this like… a team meeting?”

              “Meh. Little bit. Just wanted to let you lot know I’m not going to be on base for the rest of my leave…”

              “Where are you going?”

              “Staying with my boyfriend,” Jake provides, and he’s waiting for Javy’s reaction; isn’t disappointed at the eyes bugging out and silent what the fuck and Jake can’t help but grin. “Also, I’ve got some spare tickets to SDCC next weekend. Anyone want one?”

              “Aw man, I bought mine ages ago… how many have you got?”

              “Wait. Go back. Someone likes you enough to want you to move in with them? I didn’t think you were seeing anyone…” Fritz says and Jake gives him the finger which simply makes him laugh.

              “It’s moved pretty fast, but we’re… well. We figured with deployments we’ll be spending plenty of time apart so might as well make the most of it while I’m here.”

              “Make something…” Harvard says and Yale gives him a high five. Jake shrugs, because they’re not wrong and he’s not ashamed.

              “Anyway, just wanted to let you know I’ll be down in Capistrano Beach instead.”

              “Cool. Happy for you bro. Tickets. How many you got?”

              “Uh. Ten. I can get more if I need to probably, but…”

              “Holy shit. Did you win the lotto or something?”

              “Or something…” Javy says and Jake shoots him a sharp look.

              “And as if I needed to add an incentive, but I’m going with my boyfriend. So, if you want to meet him this will be your opportunity…”

              “You… are you serious?” Javy asks and Jake’s cheeks are going to be sore from smiling so much but he nods, because yeah, he can’t believe it either but there you go. Javy is mouthing holy shit and Jake shakes his head. Suddenly everyone wants a ticket, making plans to fly back early and he shouldn’t be surprised; knowing they’re a bunch of nosey fuckers.

              “It’s a real person right? Not someone you… imagined?” Phoenix asks.

              “Fuck you. His name is Bradley and he’s Maverick’s godson, so he can vouch for how real he is.”

              “Really?” Javy asks and Jake nods again, but adds a little grimace this time because yeah. Maverick as a potential father-in-law figure is a little bit daunting. He’s not sharing that with Bradley though, it’s so far from being a deal breaker it’s not even worth mentioning.

              “Man, I spent so much money on my tickets, and here you are giving them away,” Fanboy moans and Jake feels a little bad for him, can’t and won’t say anything more though.

              “Are we doing costumes?”

              “It’s a bit late to try and organize a costume if you don’t have one already…”

              “I am definitely doing a costume. Going as a cowboy,” Jake provides.

              “A cowboy? You’re meant to be a character, not yourself…”

              “Haha. Jedediah, from Night at the Museum,” Jake states, because that had been the movie he and Bradley had watched together first, lazily making out while it played and he’s going to forever have fond memories of it. “Anyway, you don’t have to come in costume unless you want to. Just… they’re four-day tickets. I was thinking of going on the Friday. I know lots of people go on the Saturday, but uh…”

              “Friday sounds good,” Javy chips in and Jake shoots him a grateful look. Bradley’s schedule for the Saturday involves two panels and a photo session with fans. He’d suggested Jake try and encourage his friends to come on the Friday when he’d be able to meet them and spend more time with them.

              “I’m going every day… that’s the whole point of getting a VIP pass.”

              “And that’s why we call you Fanboy.”

…           …           …

              “Thanks for coming back…” Bradley murmurs, pressing a kiss to Jake’s shoulder, sweat cooling on their skin and he knows they’re going to need a shower but can’t bring himself to move.

              “Yeah, was a real hardship… gorgeous boyfriend, comfortable bed, chance of sex exponentially higher…”

              “Boyfriend huh?”

              “Well, not sure what else to call you when you talk about wanting to hang around while I’m deployed. Not exactly dating then are we. Bit more…”

              “Yeah. Bit more serious.”

              “Exactly.”

[cigrttsftrsx]

I wrote this story months ago for a very special person. I know it is unlikely you'll even see this but I promised to upload it for you so I thought today would be the day. Happy Birthday girl!!! @tobbesdiscordkitten ♡! I miss you ♡

Pairing: Reader x Vince

Summary: You’ve been Vince’s best friend for years, providing stability in his chaotic life as a rockstar surrounded by drugs, alcohol, and fake people. You’ve supported him through all his highs and lows, even when it was tough on you. Despite hating the toxic environment he’s in, you’ve tried to protect him without pushing too hard, choosing to stand by him no matter what decisions he makes, even if they’re bad. Tonight was yet another night your phone rang, someone calling you to come and take Vince home…

Rating: Mature, Adult Content

Words: 11.522

Holding out for a rockstar.

It was a warm summer’s eve, another saturday you had to pick up Vince from yet another party. It was by far not the first day you got a call from one of his band mates, a friend or simply some random stranger that had cared enough to go through Vince’s contacts and dial your number just to inform you, your friend had once again overdone it.

But that was Vince. He always loved to party, drink, take drugs and lose himself in a pretty woman by the end of the night if he still could. Nothing could ever stop him and for as long as you had known him he was like that. It never was something that bothered you particularly but some of these nights you had plans of yourself that you had to cancel or cut short due to your promise of being a good friend to him.

What bothered you however was how these very heavy nights seemed to become more and more frequent lately. Maybe you had to talk to him about it when he was sober again you thought.

Stepping past the threshold of the fancy villa you were supposed to pick up the singer tonight, you noticed a few recognizable faces. This was Hollywood after all, rich places and rich people, you never quite knew why Vince kept you close enough to get a glimpse of his world but you never asked him either. All you knew was that it was all too extra, too much and too fake for your liking. You didn’t even want to step into this world because you were sure if you wanted, Vince would show you around a little. This was not your thing and you decided to concentrate on the task at hand, which was getting your damned friend out of here without causing too much of a scene. He had enough news reports about him drinking and partying already and you always tried to stay discreet when you picked him up.

Browsing through the first floor at first you witnessed everything. From drunk, passed out people on the ground, to intoxicated people making out and everything in between. After all these years, it was nothing new to you anymore and even when a guy pulled you over every now and then you knew your way to brush them off effectively by now.

When you took the stairs up, you silently cursed him „You better not be balls deep in some chick now Vince!!„

Opening one door after another you were glad to find most of them empty. The third one was where you would find him behind, sitting on a bed with a chick straddling him of course.

Her head whipped to the sound of the door opening. „Ah Vinnie look your girlfriend’s here.“ The woman slurred, rolling her eyes at you while making fun of you. It was obvious you were not his girlfriend but she probably thought she was being extra funny. The blonde was leaning forward, and as soon as she finished her sentence her lips attached to his neck again. Sadly, also that was not a sight unusual for you. Vince had had many girls, never keeping any longer than maybe a few months but they always were the same. Big tits which they liked to show off in very little clothing and mostly blonde, long hair. Ignoring her attitude you stepped into the room, just happy at this point they were not actually fucking right now even though it did look like they were about to any minute.

„Vince? You there?“ You noticed his head hadn’t turned when you opened the door, his eyes half lidded and head resting against the headrest while that woman sucked on his skin like a leech.

Hearing your voice his eyes opened slightly, head turning to face you standing there in the doorway, a very subtle smile appearing on his lips.

„Jesus Christ Vince..“ You brushed your hand through your hair, frustrated with the situation. You tried telling yourself that you didn’t mind him partying every night but seeing him like this proved you wrong every time.

„Babygurrll..“ He slurred, his hand lazily reaching out for you, trying to touch your face even though you were a few feet away from him. You crossed your arms and exhaled deeply. He always had called you babygirl, it was the nickname he gave you years ago.

Gazing back at you with his hazy eyes he patted the bed next to him, silently animating you to come closer. That was another sight you were not unused to. Your friend had never really learned his limits and one day you feared he would have to learn that the hard way.

„Vince come on now, it’s time to go home!“ You stated gently, tilting your head to the side slightly.

„He’s not going anywhere! You go back to where you came from!“ The woman snapped at you, her eyes shooting daggers at you. In return you sighed and shook your head. Even this was normal. Vince never was found without a girl by his side and usually they always tried to keep him for themselves, getting extra defensive as soon as you would step up.

„Vince?“ You ignored her and pressed on. „I said he will stay! Nobody needs you here, go back home and play with your dolls or whatever. Let the adults play!“ She snarled at you. While you were younger than Vince by a few years his friends and acquaintances usually were older than you but this? This was outright rude now.

„Vince you want to go or stay?“ You tried one more time. If he wanted to stay you would let him, you sure as hell were not gonna drag him by his ears out of here.

„Babygirl com’ere..“ He patted the mattress one more time, not answering. „Oh please…“ The chick in his lap protested loudly until you glared at her, shutting her up for a moment.

„No, Vince, just tell me you want to stay or shall I bring you home?“ You demanded to know this time. The more time you spent here the more annoyed you got that you were wasting away your Saturday here again.

When he didn’t answer you, you nodded, knowing everything you needed to know then. The woman started laughing loudly and you turned around, leaving and not bothering to close the door behind you. Not only did you ruin your Saturday night by coming here to save his ass but it all was for nothing on top of it all.

You stormed down the stairs, annoyed and mad at yourself. You should just not care anymore. When you were outside, walking down the long driveway to the gates you heard Vince call your name from behind. He was struggling to speak, obviously still heavily intoxicated but he managed to catch up to you. Your legs kept carrying you down the way, not paying attention to him at all. You were fuming at this point.

„Wait… W-waait babygirl slowd..“ A thud interrupted him, followed by a groaned out „Fuck“. You didn’t even care enough to turn around making sure he was ok. You were mad enough not to care if he was or not.

Just as you were about to step off the property grounds, his hand grabbed your shoulder forcefully, pulling your body around with more momentum than he had intended. His motor skills influenced by the drugs in his system.

Your small body faced him and you nearly lost your footing. „Vince what the fuck?“ You snapped at him for nearly making you fall down on the pavement.

„Babygirl you weren’t stopping.. I had to..“ Vince reasoned, his hand staying on your shoulder while he kept gazing at you with his half lidded, hazed eyes.

„Ugh what are you doing here anyway didn’t you want to stay with your date?“ You mocked, genuinely interested in his answer though.

„That? Nah don‘t even know her name..“ The singer offered weakly.

„As if that mattered.“ You rolled your eyes, not even being subtle about it. Vince noticed even in his heavily drugged state and couldn’t hide the smile that spread on his face. He always loved this about you. You had just a bit of attitude to not make you boring like all the others were. You weren’t always trying to be on his good side, not always swooning over him, riding his dick like all the other girls, figuratively and literally. You always had been different, a breath of fresh air in the putrid cosmos of Hollywood.

„You wanna go home then?“ You asked after a moment when he didn’t say anything and just kept his eyes on your face, blinking slowly. This man was so hammered that even every bat of his lashes looked like immense labor for his body, swaying a little from side to side. You wondered how he stayed on his legs at all. Soon you found out how he kept his balance because the moment he let go of your shoulder he had to take a step back, not to fall over completely. You involuntarily reached out, grabbing his hand before he could fall back.

„Mmhpf please babygirl… bring me home..“ he muttered, taking a step forward again, his body leaning on yours now. In times like this you always realized how goddamn heavy he was. Sure he wasn’t fat but his body well trained the muscle weighing you down much more than fat ever could, especially given that you were just a small girl compared to him. You grabbed his hand and slid it over your back, wrapping your free hand around his hips to help steady him with your own body. You cursed yourself for helping him so fast when he made you that angry just moments prior to this. You couldn’t help yourself though, you were a good friend and you would always be that until he would not want you around anymore.

You continued your way down the street towards where you had parked your car. You opened the door for him to get in first before you got in yourself. You made sure he wouldn‘t hit his head and helped him lower himself. When you walked around the car, he kept his eyes on you through the windshield. The loud noise of the horn startled you and you jumped up suddenly. Inside, Vince was nearly pissing himself from your reaction and as soon as you slid into the driver's seat you pushed his hand off the steering wheel roughly.

“Fucking Idiot!“ you mumbled under your breath, Vince could hardly breathe while he was holding his stomach.

“It wasn‘t even that funny!“ You grumbled, still annoyed but putting up with his childish drunken state once more this time.

“Fuck, it was..“ he wheezed. You decided to ignore him and fastened your seatbelt. As you began driving Vince calmed down again, his head turning to the window watching the streets of Hollywood driveby silently.

It was quiet. Unusually quiet. Vince never was this silent when you drove him home unless he was passed out in your backseat. Normally you didn‘t mind silence but this time it was beginning to bother you. You couldn‘t shake the feeling that something was off.

You turned on the radio to drown out your thoughts. For a few moments it seemed to work but then the drunk next to you turned his head to you. Keeping your eyes on the street ahead of you, you could only see him gazing at you from the corner of your eyes. When he didn‘t avert his eyes after just a moment too long, you began to feel nervous. Was he gonna throw up in your car?

“What?“ you snarled, still annoyed from the situation you found yourself in once again.

Vince stayed silent, his gaze focused on you.

“Do I need to stop? Need to throw up?“ you asked, turning your head to look at him for a moment.

That was a mistake. The way he looked at you made you squirm in your seat. You were glad you had to concentrate on the street ahead of you but the way his eyes burned into you was keeping you on edge. The tiniest movement from the side would shift your focus from the street back on him.

“No…“ Was all he offered. His left hand reached for your mid-thigh. His long fingers embracing the flesh of your bare leg. You nearly swerved off the road but managed to keep your concentration on the street. His grip was gentle, not too firm but it held a certain possessiveness to it. He‘s always been a flirt and he had always been even more when drunk but this level of touching was new to you.

“The fuck you doing Vince?“

“Feeling you up babygirl.“ he replied with a chuckle. His thumb softly stroked the tender skin. You gripped the steering wheel tighter, knuckles whitening.

“Take your fucking hand of my leg Vince!“ You warned through gritted teeth.

“And what if not?“ The blonde tilted his head a little, studying your expression closely.

“I‘ll kick you out of my car and you can walk the rest!“ You replied swiftly, swatting his hand away. Vince obliged with an amused chuckle, leaning back in his seat. Of course you wouldn‘t do it but he annoyed you. Vince watched you from the side, admiring your features. It was like he was looking at you for the first time ever.

„Y’know I wish you weren’t always that prude. You need to relax a little, woman!“

“I am not prude? I‘m just not a slut like you.“ You retorted. „Just because there is a woman out there who‘s not all over you doesn‘t make me prude.“

Vince shrugged and leaned his head back against the headrest of the seat.

„I mean yeah… you‘re so reserved and serious all the time. Babygirl, relax and have some fun. No need to be so..“ he paused, searching for the right word. „..uptight.“

Letting him finish his half slurred sentences, you swallowed. Despite knowing he was intoxicated you tried not to put too much worth in his words but you had to admit that it felt like he was attacking you in a way. Judging you for how you chose to live your life when he chose his own way. You were this close to tell him that you would be having fun right now if you wouldn‘t have to pick up his ass once again but you swallowed down your pride and kept quiet.

The rest of the ride he kept glancing at you but you did a good job at ignoring his teasing behavior. He was a player, always had been but he never tried to play you. You figured he didn‘t find you appealing enough for his standard, being swarmed left and right by women more beautiful and stunning than you could ever imagine. On top of that he was famous, rich and good looking himself. You didn‘t fit in his world so you never questioned it. He just kept you around because you were funny and refreshing company from time to time and he probably wanted to pay you back for all the times you had been the one he could rely on. It was some kind of unspoken deal. He would offer you bits and pieces of his success, in exchange for being there for him like now.

You pulled up into his driveway, his own property not less massive, fancy, and luxurious than the Villa you had just picked him up from.

“We‘re here. So you think you got this now or do I have to tug you in and make sure you actually make it to your bed?“ It was clear in the way you said it that you didn‘t want to come inside but you figured he might be a bit too drunk. It wouldn‘t be the first time for you to find him in the morning, passed out somewhere in the house. You didn‘t want that to happen again.

“Ehh.. I might..“ He opened the door and started to step out of the seat but he forgot to open the belt and so he was halfway stuck in the door, losing his balance and falling back into the seat. That was enough of a demonstration how much he relied on your help now. Before he even seemed to realize what the problem was, you were already out and on the passenger side, ready to help him. You leaned into the car, reaching for the seatbelt, taking Vince off guard with your proximity.

“Hmm“ His hand cupped your cheek all of a sudden, your eyes widened and you could have sworn he was pulling your face towards his, while his gaze was fixed on your lips. To your luck you had just managed to unlock the seat belt and you pulled back out of the car.

Vinces hand hovered mid air for a second and he pouted at the loss. He quickly looked at you and began to set his foot out of the door one more time, nearly falling again if you hadn‘t reached out to steady him. “Thanks babygirl.“

You only nodded and started walking ahead of him, leaving him to his own wobbly legs on purpose.

“Hey wait, slow down..“ he dragged his feet along the tiles towards the door. „Shouldn‘t you help, make sure I don‘t fall and hurt myself or some shit?“

„If you continue I might actually push you!“ You teased him back.

On the way there he leapt the last few feet to you, hugging your shoulder and laying a good amount of his weight onto your feet like this. You groaned but put your arm around his waist to steady him enough until you reached the doorstep.

„Keys?“

His hand that was by his side fumbled in his pockets for the key. It took awfully long, so long that you had in fact started to expect him not to have his keys on him. After about a minute he fished them out and held them in his fingers, smiling like a little school boy. He tried to put the right one into the lock with a bit of difficulty.

“Fucks sake!“ You ripped the key from his hands, let go of his torso and opened the door, stepping into the familiar but not less impressive entry hall of his million dollar home.

You maneuvered towards the master bedroom, without waiting for him once again. You were still mad and you wanted him to know!

“Slow.. down or I’ll slip.“ Vince slurred, trying to keep up with you.

“Move your feet or fall, I don‘t care!“ You called back to him over your shoulder while your feet carried you further into his home. You had been to his house many times and you knew your way around it, even in the dark. Vince stumbled behind you, following you to the master bedroom with a massive smirk on his face. He liked where you were taking him, even though he knew you were just here to make sure he got to bed safely. It wouldn‘t stop his thoughts from going south though.

As soon as he had seen his bed, he wobbled the last few steps and let his body fall onto the mattress with a heavy sigh. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply as if he had just lifted a heavy bag a few flights of stairs.

“Alright you‘re in bed, I‘ll be on my way then.“ Your voice rang from beside the bed.

„What no!“ Vince's head rose again, irritation written over his face. He wanted you to stay.

“Nah you‘re good Vinnie, no need for me to be here any longer. There‘s a glass of water on your bedside table. You should drink it before you go to sleep.“ You pointed to the bedside table, jiggling your keys in your hands.

“Have a good night Vinnie!“ Before you could take even one step, Vince‘s hand wrapped around your wrist and held you in place.

“Stay!“ He said, voice deeper than usual. It held some emotion, you could not quite place. „Please?“ He added, this time with a vulnerability that softened your heart. You hated him. You hated how easily you would soften up around him, how fast you were giving in.

“Vince..“ You started, head tilting to the side with a heavy sigh.

“Please just.. sit down with me and stay? Just a little?“ His hand pulled you down and you sat on the edge of the bed. You noted how his hand did not let go of your wrist and instead his thumb started circling over your skin softly. He avoided your eyes when he opened his mouth again.

“I need your help getting out of these.“ He admitted looking down on his body.

Of course. Despite knowing better you had expected him to say something serious to you, something personal maybe. You wished he would have taken some time and just talked to you or been with you but no, he only needed your help once more. You really should not be as hurt as you were about this but you swallowed down the lump in your throat and nodded.

“Raise your arms!“ You ordered him and he quickly obliged, his eyes never leaving yours. You helped him out of his tank top, opened the bracelets around his wrists, putting them all on the bedside table. Once he was topless your eyes went lower to his hips. His tight leather pants were held up by this wide belt that you would have to open.

„Kay, now the rest you can surely do yourself.“ You averted your eyes, not feeling comfortable enough to open his pants for him.

“Babygirl… please?“ His hands went to the belt, fumbling with it half heartedly until he gave up. He stared at you with a pout on his lips.

“M‘not naked underneath ok I promise!“ He added with a wink, that cocky smile back on his lips. You groaned and turned your body back towards him, replacing his hands on his belt with yours. To open it, you had to pull it a bit tighter first and that of course earned you a playful comment from him.

“Careful babygirl.. don‘t want to damage the goods do ya?“

He was your friend, not your lover. You shouldn‘t be affected by this but here you were, ears growing hot from the situation you found yourself in. Thankfully you had always been a good actress and instead of letting it get to your head you focused on the task at hand, which was getting him out of his pants.

Once you had opened the buckle you pulled the leather band out of the belt loops. Now came the even worse part. His laced up leather pants. You nervously started opening the knot. Unfortunately the knot was tighter and stronger than you had thought so you fumbled with it for a while. There was no way he would have ever gotten out of these on his own.

“Might wanna use your mouth.“ Vince chuckled. The daggers you stared at him had him raise his hands in surrender. „Your teeth babygirl. You might be able to open it with them.“ You shook your head, leaning closer to his crotch to take a better look. Vince‘s breath hitched for a second as your face inched closer, his cock twitching in anticipation.

You eventually found an opening and managed to loosen the knot. You then unlaced his pants bit by bit, leaning back again. When the pants were loose enough you started tearing them down on the sides of his thighs, pulling roughly.

“Easy babygirl. I didn‘t know you were so eager to get me naked!“ Vince laughed, enjoying the way you handled him.

“Shut up before I tie those back up!“ You gave him one more warning look before you hooked your fingers into the waistband of his pants and started pulling them down. Vince lifted up his hips so you could move them past his buttocks and once they were down to his knees they came off pretty easily. You threw them to the side of the bed and looked back at Vince. He sat on his mattress now in nothing but his boxers and the black gloves he wore.

You hated how your eyes were traveling along his tanned skin, taking in the way he looked. You had to admit he had a beautiful body, just the right amount of muscle to make him look like a young greek god. Before your eyes traveled to his boxers he spoke up again.

„Like what you see?“ There it was again, that cocky, arrogant smirk of his. He lay there shamelessly, spreading his legs on the sheets, one knee angled upwards.

“Fuck you Vince“ You grumbled again. You were moving back again, ready to get back on your feet when a pair of gloved hands grabbed your arm again and pulled you on top of him.

„I‘d rather have you do it.“ His hand snaked around your waist, securing your seat on his lap.

„What the..“ You squealed, taken aback by what had just happened. „VINCE!“ Was the only thing you could muster when you had regained a bit of composure.

“What? Don‘t tell me you have never thought about it! Thought about me, late at night when you were lonely in your bed?“ Vince whispered, his breath reeking of alcohol. His fingers slid under your shirt, ghosting over the skin of your sides and back. - And again the arrogance. You hated the arrogance he showed sometimes. He could be the sweetest guy but sometimes he was just oozing confidence. To your own horror you couldn‘t deny that he could afford it. He was hot and he knew it. You just never liked it when people showed off like that.

The smell of alcohol in his breath brought you back to reality. He was drunk as hell and just playing with you. “You‘re insufferable.“ You swung your body back to the side, away from his body. You were on your feet in seconds. „If you wanted to get laid you should’ve stayed at the party with your bitch!“ You snapped at him, anger and hurt evident in your voice. Grabbing your keys off the bed, you were already in the doorway, ready to get back home when these gloved hands held you back one more time. You roared and pulled on your arm, refusing to speak to him.

“Babygirl stop. I‘m sorry, ok I was just kidding.“ He apologized, his hand holding on to your arm. He took your hand in his and turned you around, his fingers intertwining with yours. „Please stay. I just..“ He stopped mid-sentence his face showing signs of confusion and irritation. „I don‘t want to be alone tonight.“ He muttered, voice breaking slightly. You gulped, the heavy lump in your throat hurting as you gazed back into his dark orbs. He has always had this warmth in his eyes, a trait of his you had always admired. They held such softness, tenderness to them, despite his wild and chaotic side. When you looked into his eyes you found what you loved so much about him, a feeling of contentment and acceptance. A feeling of home.This warmth was now overshadowed by something else though. His eyes appeared glossy and your heart ached in your chest just from the emotion conveyed in them.

“Please?“ He croaked, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand soothingly. How could you reject him now when he stood before you, baring you this side of him. A side he has always kept hidden from everyone. You nodded, stepping forward and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a hug. He didn‘t waste any time and pulled you into his body, arms slinging around your waist. He buried his face in the crook of your neck and took a deep breath inhaling your scent.

“Thanks. Thank you babygirl. I appreciate you so much.“ He grumbled against your skin.

You sighed, rubbing his back soothingly, your heart feeling a bit lighter now. You wanted to be there for him. Vince meant more to you than he knew and you would give everything to cheer him up and help him whenever you could.

“It‘s alright Vinnie. I‘ll be here if you need me. I just… I‘m sorry but I just don‘t want to be one of your playthings you know?“

Vince pulled back, his eyes searching yours intently. “You‘d never be just a plaything!“ He cupped your cheek, making sure you saw the sincerity in his eyes.

The silence that followed that statement was deafening. You were taken by surprise with his statement and you were uncertain what that meant. The singer’s fingers cradled your skin tenderly while his eyes scanned your face, admiration written all over his face.

“May I try something?“ he breathed while his eyes dipped down to your lips

A shaky breath escaped your lips and your eyes widened. What was happening? You nervously nodded and the next thing you felt was his plush lips on yours in a hesitant, almost shy kiss, if you could even call it that. He had barely touched your mouth, lips brushing yours for just a moment. A moment long enough to close your eyes but too short for your liking. You were not sure if he was testing the waters to see how you would react or not but you didn‘t care. He had successfully gotten under your skin. FUCK.

It had been years since you had developed some sort of crush on him, something you would have never admitted, not even to yourself. He was just not the boyfriend you had always pictured for yourself. Sure he was a very handsome man, his face and body just built so well but that was nothing you would fall for alone. As the years went by and the more time you had spent with him, you couldn‘t help it, his charm and charisma in combination with his innocent silly side had captivated you and soon you felt something when he was always around women. Suddenly you felt anger and annoyance, disliking any woman on his arm, even though they had never done anything to you. You didn‘t know what it was at first but now you knew it was nothing more but raging jealousy. You hated when he was out and away because you knew what was happening and it was all out of your control. You learned to accept it in a way, knowing it was not your place to voice your opinion on his lifestyle, especially since you were just an ordinary girl and he was a rockstar.

Their lives were just far from yours, two worlds co-existing, and while he was your friend you could always talk to or see, he remained unreachable for you. This was why you could deal with the situation for years. You knew he was rich, famous and popular and you knew he would have never found any interest in you, not when there were so many beautiful women throwing themselves into his arms. And lord he loved it, he enjoyed it. He has never been one to stay in a relationship for long. It was as if he was not made for commitment. No matter how much you had dreamed about it, you knew it was just a fantasy, one you hardly allowed yourself to entertain.

You opened your eyes and frowned when he pulled away. As your lashes swung open, you were finding that he was already looking into your eyes, gauging your reaction to his ghosted kiss. He wanted to give you the space you deserved to pull back and reject him if you wanted to but you didn‘t want to put any distance between the two of you, no you wanted the total opposite. You wanted to close the distance between you again and kiss him as if your life depended on it.

Your heart beat fast and hard in your chest. You felt it bang against your ribcage as your eyes never strayed from each other’s. There was this depth, this warmth and a vulnerability in them now that simply made your heart flip. Something you‘d never seen in him yet.

“Well?“ he finally broke the ice, giving you a sheepish smile before another moment of silence between the two of you hung in the air.

“I can give you the time of your life baby, I can make your body levitate if you let me.“ He whispered to you, promising you pleasure like no one else ever did or ever could.

You blinked once, twice, a million thoughts running through your brain at once. You didn’t want to be just another notch on his belt, another toy to play with but if this was all you could ever get of him then fuck it, you would take it. Take the chance and get a glimpse of him the way you desired him. From one moment to the next you stepped forward, closing the gap between you as you pressed your body against his, chest to chest and lips to lips you kissed him. This time with urgency and passion, pouring all of your feelings and love you had suppressed for so long into it. Your hand snaked around his neck while the other cupped his cheek. It took him a few seconds to register what was happening, stumbling back a few steps he wrapped his arms around your waist in the blink of an eye. You felt his lips turning into a smirk as you kissed him. He wasted no time kissing you back, matching your eager lips with his own. He nibbled on your lower lip, bit down on it and pulled it with a growl. He gave you no time to breathe because the next thing you knew was his tongue had slipped past your teeth and was now exploring your mouth, teasing and battling your tongue with amusement.

His kisses alone made the fire and your desire for him grow even stronger and you wanted more of him, taste more of him, feel more of him and claim him, even if it was just for one night. You would make him yours and if you lost your heart to him completely then so be it. You couldn‘t live like this anymore, secretly yearning for him while he never knew about it, about your feelings and attraction to him.

For a few moments you felt like he‘d just let you do as you wanted, let you dominate the kiss and where this was leading to but just as you were about to pull back he lifted you up and you instantly wrapped your legs around his hips. His strong hands supported you, cupping your ass and holding you firmly. He pushed your back against the door first, his lips instantly attaching your neck. You craned your neck to the side to give him better access to your sensitive skin which he knew to appreciate. He kissed along the side of your flesh, down to the crook of your neck where he sucked a little on the skin before he bit into it harshly. Keeping the skin in place with his teeth, he then flicked the tip of his tongue over it repeatedly and with intense pace. Your whole body was on fire, a tingling sensation spreading from your neck throughout your body. You had never felt like that before. Whatever he was doing it felt so good you moaned uncontrollably loud. In return he pushed his hips forward so you felt his erection straining against his boxers between your legs. The thin material left very little for your imagination and you could feel his cock pressing against your womanhood.

Your hands roamed all over his skin, touching and rubbing over his torso in an attempt to feel every inch of him.

“Hungry are we?“ He pulled back, his right hand balling a fist in your hair, pulling on it with a smug smile. You couldn‘t even think straight anymore, he was just the most beautiful man you‘d ever laid eyes on.

“Y-yes“ you breathed out while your gaze lingered on his face. He had that sexy look in his eyes, the look you had seen glimpses of every now and then. His eyes half lidded, his dark orbs carrying so much emotion and desire it nearly felt overwhelming to be on the receiving end of it for once. Never once did you dare to imagine, you‘d find yourself in this situation, not with him and yet here you were after just one of those countless nights of supporting him after his parties.

Vince readjusted his grip on you and made sure to keep you close while his legs carried the both of you to the bed. He made sure to lower you gently onto the mattress. As soon as you lay in the sheets he leaned back, eyes roaming all over your body with a frown. He studied you and from what you saw on his face your heart immediately dropped. In seconds you went from ecstatic to self conscious about your body. Did he not like what you looked like? Was he regretting this now? Did he just change his mind and decided he didn‘t want you at all? Your eyes searched his eyes for any hint of what was going on in his head.

“W-what?“ you dared to ask, masking your insecurities with a shallow chuckle. „Do you not like this?“

“No! In fact I don‘t like this at all.“ He said coldly, readjusting himself on the mattress and then pushing your shirt up, revealing your stomach first and then the rest of your upper body to him. He pulled the shirt over your head and threw it somewhere to the other end of the room, leaving you lying in your bra. He then gazed at you again, the frown replaced by a soft smirk on his face now. He wasted no more time, leaning down, kissing your breasts while his hands cupped both of your tits through the bra. His thumb gliding under the fabric, teasing the underside of your boobs. After a few moments he pulled your body up to open up the bra on your backside, effectively stripping you of the last piece of clothing that hid your bare chest from his sight.

„Now that‘s better.“ Vince glanced down, pleased to see your nipples perk up on either of your breasts. His big hands cupping each of them and kneading them firmly.

“Always admired your tits baby!“ He praised nonchalantly, as if he hadn‘t just admitted to paying attention to your breasts over the years now, despite you thinking he never noticed you.

„And they feel even better than I imagined.“ His fingers circled around your nipple teasing the sensitive skin. He glanced up at your face to see your reaction. At this point he had you entranced and you were craving to feel his skilled hands do more to you. Brushing his thumb over your sensitive bud, your back arched slightly, your expression almost painful. At this point your body was on edge, you needed a release and all he did was teasing you more and more only resulting in your body getting more sensitive under him. Little did you know that was exactly what he wanted to accomplish at this point. He took great pleasure in playing with you, teasing you. He had waited for years to get to see you like this, touch you like this and he would now take his time to enjoy you as much as he could.

“Ah ah ah.. getting a little impatient now, mh?“ Vince grumbled lowly, his thumbs repeatedly brushing over your erect nipple.

“Please… Vince please.“ You gasped in need of more stimulation. Your hand traveled down between your legs, slipping into your pants to rub your swollen clit and your dripping cunt. The man on top of you wouldn‘t have it though. He was quick to grab your wrist and pull your hand back, guiding your fingers to his mouth. He took the tips of your fingers between his lips and sucked them clean while he kept his eyes on you.

“So sweet, babygirl. It‘s a shame I only get to taste you now.“ He pushed your hands back and pinned them to the mattress above your head while he hovered over you. His face was mere inches from yours and his eyes dipped from your eyes to your lips.

“You could have had this years ago. Imagine all those nights we could have had. You and me and endless nights of pleasure. I can take you to heaven baby. Just say the word.“ he murmured against your skin. His lips were caressing your breasts again. This man was truly using all his tricks to convince you. He pressed his tongue to your nipple and he flicked it. When you didn‘t answer for a moment, closing your eyes again, he hummed, waiting for your reply. He sucked on your nipple and released it with a plop.

“I need you to say it baby.“ He added, licking over the areola on your left tit.

“Y-yes please.“ You forced to say, your words breathy and weak.

„Please what? Speak to me, use your words!“ Vince chuckled, his hands sliding down your sides.

“I- I need you to fuck me! Please!“ You replied with urgency in your voice. The moment those words left your lips, you could see his eyes turn darker than they were before. The sparkle brighter than ever.

“And that I‘ll do! I‘ll fuck you harder than you could ever dream of.“ Vince slapped the side of your hips, before he leaned down again whispering into your ear.

“I‘ll fuck you like you deserve to be fucked. No more boy drama that you complain to me about. I‘m going to fuck you like a man, not a boy!“

He grabbed your hips and lifted your lower body up, positioning your legs on either side of his hips. He then opened your jeans, pulling them down to reveal your red underwear underneath but not pulling them off fully just yet.

“Oooh red? Who were you trying to seduce tonight, mhm?“ he questioned while he unfastened his gloves and pulled them off, throwing them across the room.

“S-some guy at the bar..“ you mumbled, lying to him.

“But ultimately you chose me over your guy, yeah? Good choice baby. After tonight you‘ll never choose another cock over mine!“ His fingers slid between your legs, rubbing your dripping cunt through the lace.

“Ah.. we‘ll see about that.“ You moaned weakly. You desperately tried to stay composed but it was impossible.

“Judging by the ocean between your legs you‘re more than happy with your decision.“ He pulled the red lacy fabric to the side and slipped his index into your hole and circled around your walls. Your mouth fell open, taking you by surprise.

„Ohhhhhh..“

„Good girl. Be honest, no hiding what you‘re feeling! I‘m not into that fake shit!“ He pushed his finger into your drenched hole a few more times.

“Y-you‘re not?“ You asked semi-cockily with a sigh. You wanted to sound more accusatory but he was making your toes curl already.

“Shut up!“ He knew what you were implying but he wasn‘t going to accept your bratty comments. Not when he was the one in control of your body. He grabbed your chin with his free hand and squeezed your cheeks together, making you look at him.

“I‘m going to make you see stars but only if you behave, do you understand?“ He growled, his finger pumping in and out of you again. He then added his thumb to press on your clit for the next five pumps, making your eyes fall closed, nodding vehemently. At this stage you would agree to anything.

“Ahh.. y-yes!“ you moaned, your hips bucking up against his hand. Vince smiled and let go of your cheeks, stroking his thumb over your cheekbone.

“Good girl. That‘s what I like to hear.“ He added a second finger, stretching your walls further and pumped a few more times, making your breathing even harder. It was all so sloppy, he was fingering you with your jeans half down your thighs but you didn’t care all you wanted was to cum. You could feel your orgasm building up so fast.

“Oh you don‘t know how bad I want to cum on your face right now!“ Get that sticky stuff all over that pretty face of yours!“ He fingered you relentlessly, removing his thumb from your clit to edge you again and again, making your insides feel as if they were on fire. Everytime you were close to cum he withdrew, enjoying toying with you.

“V-VINCE!!!“ You groaned when he denied your orgasm for the 5th time, earning a slap on your hip again.

“What is it? You want to cum that badly?“ He asked, halting his movements completely.

“Fuck YES make me cum already!“ You exclaimed boldly, shyness out of the window. You glared at him with irritation. Vince bit his lip and started again, this time slamming his finger in and out while circling your clit expertly with his thumb until your moans grew louder and louder. Your walls clenched around his finger and your toes curled as you let out a series of moans. It felt like something in your abdomen just exploded as your orgasm engulfed you fully. He was helping you ride it out. Once you got down from the high, your body fell limp and he withdrew his fingers. You gazed up at him, brushing your hair out of your face as your glazed over eyes found his. He licked his finger clean once more, savoring your taste.

He continued to pull on your pants, now freeing your legs of them and pulling down, your underwear following shortly after. You lay before him, fully exposed for the first time ever.

He eyed you up and down, licking his lips like a predator about to devour its prey. He pulled you down by your legs so you were laying flat on your back, your legs still on either side of him. His cock was standing proud and tall, only restricted by the thin fabric of his boxers. You were curious about it so you reached out to stroke it hesitantly. It seemed to take him by surprise. He hissed as you touched him there, making the spot between your legs pool with fluids again.

„Mhm babygirl FUCK!“ He mumbled between gritted teeth, eyes closed for a short moment. He could feel his cock grow bigger and harder even, twitching irritably when her fingers made the softest contact.

He opened his eyes again, eyes instantly locked on you. His orbs shining with lust and hunger, waiting to be released. He could barely think of anything else than his desire for you. Months and years he had imagined your body in his bed, under him, over him and in every position possible. He leaned forward, his hands sliding up and down your sides.

“Babygirl I need you, do you understand?“ He whispered to you with vulnerability in his voice. For some reason this gave you all the confidence you needed and your fingers hooked into the waistband of his boxers. You were not wasting a second more and pulled it down to free his cock from its cage. It stood proud and tall between you and him. About 7.5 inches tall if you had to guess. Your mouth was already watering as you were mesmerized by his very handsome little fella. Your eyes never left his cock and you hesitantly reached out, poking it at first.

“Heh.. don‘t be afraid. He‘s not shy and neither do you have to be.“ He spoke about his cock as if it was its own entity and on some days if you asked he would probably say it was.

Your fingers wrapped around him, feeling him hard and heavy in your small hands. Vince groaned again, throwing his head back as your fingers squeezed his shaft just enough.

„Move it, up and down baby.“ Slowly starting to grow more confident, you started to follow his instructions, jerking him off slowly at first to get more used to it, studying his reactions closely. This was so much more than you had ever dared to imagine already, it was enthralling.

„F-faster baby! Speed up!“ Vince moaned softly. You did as he asked, moving your tiny hand faster up and down, brushing your thumb over the tip of his head which in return had him howl out in pleasure. Suddenly he opened his eyes again, gaze fixed on your hand jerking him off at first before his eyes drank in your body, still lying under him.

„Yes, fuck baby I need to be in you, NOW!“ He exclaimed, pushing your body back on the mattress, his hands quickly grabbing hold of your wrists and pulling them over your head to pin them to the mattress. He then held them with one hand in place while the other took hold of his swollen cock, poking it against your hole making you gasp in anticipation. He smirked mischievously, his hand guiding his cock over your sex repeatedly, smearing your juices all over the skin between your legs. You mewled and writhed under him, impatiently waiting for him to push into you so you could feel him.

Vince enjoyed seeing you like this. His thoughts flooded with pictures and imaginative sounds he was going to make you do tonight. He loved teasing you, always has but teasing you like this definitely was his favourite activity from now on. His own heat was getting the better of him now and he could no longer hold back. He guided the head of his erection to your lubricated hole and pressed into you slowly. Your eyes widened when he pushed your walls apart, intruding into the warm and wet cave between your legs.

„Ouhhh...“ You moaned and whined at the same time. His cock was not just a decent size in length but also in girth. He was stretching you to the brim and it stung, a few tears pooling in your eyes. He bit his lip, you were incredibly tight, something he had not had in a long long time. All the other chicks he banged were not even close to feeling this good, embracing him, this perfectly. But this was not just another chick he met at an event or a party, no this was you, his babygirl. In a way your pain was his pleasure and when he saw you teary eyed he felt a mix of remorse and arousal.

“M‘sorry babygirl but I need to keep pushing.“ He whispered, wiping away a tear that ran down your cheek. He knew it would only get better once he was fully inside. All you could do was nod and try to breathe slowly. He kept pushing deeper until he was fully buried inside of you. You took a few deep breaths when he leaned in to press a gentle kiss full of admiration and love to your lips. He meant to soothe you, make this as bearable as he could. If it was any other woman he would be much less gentle, much more greedy and much rougher. But other than any other girl, you meant something to him so he would be damned if he didn‘t care about you.

You lay there, now focused on his lips kissing you. The stinging pain didn‘t lessen and you bit your tongue.

„Start moving please.“ you gasped quietly. Vince pulled back, searching your eyes for any indication of regret. But you were determined and you knew it would help you ease up faster if he started moving. He nodded, sliding out of you just a little bit before he gently pushed into you again.

Your face twisted in pain a little but you kept quiet, not wanting him to stop. You wanted this just as much as he did and you knew you had to endure a bit of pain to get to the rewarding sensation you both seeked to experience together.

His hips drew in and out of yours, in a slow rhythm. Each time he withdrew a little further, rubbing his cock along the insides of your walls until he pulled out of you completely to thrust back into you fully again. His own groans and moans getting louder the faster he was allowing himself to go and your expression was beginning to relax. The pain was lessening as he kept thrusting, further lubricating your cunt with each stroke. A few moments of silent thrusting passed and it became rather pleasuring now. The only sounds in the room were his little grunts and his heavy breathing.

„Oh fuck yes… this feels soo good Vince. Don‘t stop!“ You began moaning in his ear. The words and the tone of your voice sending waves of excitement straight to his cock, making the little guy twitch in satisfaction. Vince‘s head hung low, his right hand still securing your wrists above your head while the left held your hips firmly to push into you with a steady pace. Vince slammed into your swollen cunt, bottoming out with each powerful thrust. His mouth hanging open from the sensation.

„Fuck how are you so fucking tight you little bitch?“ He degraded you playfully. He wouldn‘t admit it but he was losing himself fast here. He knew he needed to do something or else he would shamelessly cum in a matter of seconds like a horny schoolboy. He had two options: he could make you cum fast or he would have to pull back and do something else to give himself a moment to cool down.

He adjusted himself a little and hit you from a slightly different angle to stimulate your clit with every move. He lowered his body so he was almost laying flat on top of you, providing even more pressure on your clit like that. You felt like you were about to see stars now, the pain and tension had ebbed away completely, leaving you fully at his mercy. Your legs spread further apart, granting him easier access to you. Eager to feel him press into you even deeper. The pressure on your clit made you breathe heavily, your eyes rolling back with each of his thrusts from the pleasure that rippled through your entire nervous system like that.

Each time he pushed against you, your whole body moved up on the mattress from the force, literally driving you higher and higher towards the blissful feeling you were so desperate for. Your hips began bucking up against his, your orgasm so close you couldn‘t think anymore. He drove you crazy.

Vince struggled himself, his breathing labored and heavy. He concentrated hard on lasting long enough to make you cum and not disappoint you. He himself was shocked to see how fast he was about to nut. Usually he could last for over an hour but his desire for you must have been too strong, your body feeling just too good around him. Everything about you was intoxicating, your smell, your face, the feeling of your skin against his and the way your walls clung to his cock. And to top it off the sounds you made were even sweeter than he had imagined. It was beginning to become a challenge.

Your moans became louder, your hips fighting against the hold of his hand. Your whole body was writhing under him.

„A-Almost t-there Vince p-please…“ You whimpered, head thrashing left to right and then he let go of your hands to hold your chin between his thumb and index, making you look at him. Your gaze met and his eyes mirrored yours, lust, desire and fire but also something else written in those half-lidded eyes.

The eye-contact itself was intense enough for you to send you over the edge when he pushed into you again. His hips slamming against yours, your walls clenching as the heavy knot that had built up in your abdomen seemed to finally snap loose. Your mouth fell open, eyes rolling back when he squeezed your chin again, successfully claiming your attention again.

“AHHH MHHMM... Vince.. vince.. vince!!!“ you moaned as you came hard, the intensity of your orgasm unmatched. No one, not even you yourself, made you feel a release that was as satisfying or intense. Your eyes stayed locked on Vince‘s as he fucked into you relentlessly while you rode out your orgasm. You lost all sense of time and place as it felt like the orgasm was never ending. Before you were coming down from your high Vince‘s cock twitched a few times before he shot his cum deep into you with a shuddering moan. His hips sloppily pushed into you a few more times until he stilled completely.

His eyes never left yours and you just stared at one another in silence for a moment before he leaned down to capture your lips with his in a tender kiss.

You didn‘t know what it was but you liked this version of him, the softer side he usually didn‘t show. When he pulled away, he kept his face close to yours, noses brushing he looked into your eyes.

“Was that good, babygirl?“ He asked, voice low and deep, a stark contrast to his moans from just moments prior when he had lost control. A part of him was a bit insecure about his performance. Usually he never cared if the woman liked it or not since most of them were just groupies. He’d never see again anyway. But with you it was just different.

“It was amazing.“ You smiled, softly, still uncertain what this was between you. You knew that everything would be different from now on. You either would never talk again or maybe you would become friends with benefits from now on.

Vince noticed the flicker of anxiety in your eyes and he frowned.

„What is it, love?“ He stroked your cheek with the outside of his hand. You put on a smile and tried to brush it off quickly. You didn‘t want to cause a scene now, not after the special moment you had just shared.

He was still inside of you after all and you would hate yourself forever if you ruined it before it had even ended.

„It‘s nothing.. I just can‘t quite grasp what just happened.“ You said, trying to sound somewhat nonchalant about this. In fact there was a storm brewing inside of you now. You knew you were playing with fire as soon as you let him in but now you couldn‘t deny what you had feared all those months. You had not just caught feelings for your best friend but also you were completely and utterly in love with him.

To your relief he seemed to buy your cheap excuse. He leaned back and pulled out of you, rolling to the side next to you pulling the blanket over the both of you before he leaned back against the pillows to pull you into his side, his arm behind your head.

„Well it was bound to happen I‘d say. I‘m just too irresistible.“ He chuckled. When you didn‘t laugh along he scanned your face. Too lost in thought you didn‘t find his words funny at all. He frowned again, turning to the side to take a better look at you. „I was just joking okay but I have to admit I wanted you for a long time now.“ He caressed your face, cupping your cheeks with a big smile.

“But I hope you still think I am irresistible.“ He winked, your expression softening and you nodded. „Yes. I-“ You started but stopped halfway. Vince eyed you and waited for you to gather your words.

“Vince what is this now?“ You couldn‘t help it. You needed clarification. The feeling of lying in his arms, covered in sweat from the best sex you ever had was driving you insane. It felt too good like this but you needed to know how to continue with him in the future.

His silence was not helping your nerves and you turned your head to make eye-contact.

“What are we now? Friends? Or friends with benefits?“ You asked, heart heavily bumping against your ribcage.

When he opened his mouth you felt like exploding, your nerves slowly eating away at you.

“What do you want us to be? Do you want us to be friends with benefits? Or what do you want?“ He asked, his voice distant.

He was really making this hard for you. You felt scared and insecure. Surely he wanted that, if he even wanted to do it again at all. You knew how he was, never sleeping with girls more than a handful of times at max unless they were his chosen girlfriend. He left you utterly confused with the way he said that.

“I-I don‘t. I-“ You broke off again, a heavy sigh escaping your lips.

“Fucks sake Vince I know you don‘t see me like that but I don‘t want to be just your temporary toy okay? Y-You mean far too much to me than that. I can‘t do that.“ You told him, gathering all your courage. The silence between the two of you was deafening.

„I-I fucking love you….I always have.“ You said, voice breaking towards the end, your heart beating heavily in your chest. You were preparing to get your heart broken by him now.

Vince looked at you with an unreadable expression for what seemed to be hours. In reality it was probably only a few seconds but these were the most uncomfortable and scary seconds of your life. You immediately regretted telling him, murmuring some sort of apology as you scrambled off the bed, collecting your clothes. In a matter of seconds being in the same room as him had become incredibly agonizing to you so you avoided looking at him.

The moment you just picked your shirt up again you felt his warm fingers wrap around your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. With a slight shock your head whipped up to look at him, just now his brown eyes held emotions

”Where do you think you’re going?” His voice rang through the silence. He looked at you with those beautiful brown eyes.

You stared back at him, unable to find any words for a few moments. You swallowed and opened your mouth.

“I’m leaving.” You replied shortly.

”No you’re not!” He instantly answered, pulling you back onto the bed, making you fall back into the warm sheets. Before you could even register what happened he’d already caged you in with his arms on either side of you. He stared down at you, making you want to squirm and wiggle from feeling so embarrassed but instead you just lay there, gazing up at him. For a while he just kept watching you.

”You’re not leaving me.” He said in a low voice, his orbs shifted back and forth between yours. “Not after what you just said.”

You exhaled a breath you hadn’t even realized you were holding. You didn’t know what to say so you waited for him to say something.

”You’re never leaving me again..” He declared, capturing your lips in a tender kiss. “Never!”

You stared at him when he kissed you, not kissing him back. He noticed that too and pulled back. “What’s wrong baby?” He whispered. He looked at you as if all of this was so normal and it just didn’t sit right with you. Was he just gonna play this down, as if nothing had happened now?

”Vince what do you mean? Why are you so cool?” You asked, irritation in your voice. Was this all just a game to him?

“Why shouldn’t I be?” He smiled at you. That irritated you even more. You had just opened up to him about your deepest feelings, you felt vulnerable and nervous. It was the biggest risk you had ever taken in your life. You kept staring at him, hoping he would say something, anything to explain himself.

”Babe what?” He pulled back and looked at you, his hand brushing your hair softly.

“Don’t call me babe Vince I meant it! I can’t be your playtoy.. I just can’t.” You tried to explain once more, avoiding his eyes and growing impatient and nervous again. You knew the rejection was inevitable at this point.

Vince kept his eyes on you the whole time, his eyes holding a warmth and tranquility in them. He wanted to calm you down, to soothe you but you just wouldn’t even look at him.

“Babe..” he tried only for you to talk over him again.

”I’m so sorry I caused such trouble now..” You continued your rant, slowly panicking.

”Babe stop!” Vince repeated, hoping you’d listen but you were still completely in your little rant, trying to drown out everything else to prolong the heartbreak just a bit longer.

“..It should’ve never fucking happened..” you rambled and that’s when he cupped both of your cheeks with his warm hands. He turned your face to his and leaned down, to catch your attention and get you to stop yapping.

”Babe enough!” He sighed when you finally looked at him and stayed quiet. “Babe I know I know… you’re not just a toy for me. You..” he took a moment to find his words. “You’re so much more than that.. so so much more.” He whispered while caressing your cheeks with his thumbs. His focus solely on your eyes, his amber eyes sincere and honest.

“Babe I- I wanted you for so long.. and not just for a temporary fix. I-..” He started again with the biggest smile on his lips. You frowned. How could he just grin now when you were so on edge.

”Are you joking? Is-is this a joke to you?” You asked, voice stern and annoyed.

”Babe no.. I’m so.. so incredibly happy! You don’t understand!” He shook his head. “I might be the happiest man on earth right now.”

You stared at him, confused and shocked.

”W-What?” You whispered, not trusting your voice fully to answer louder.

”Yes babygirl I want you to be more than just a stupid sex toy.” He kissed your forehead. “I want you to be my girlfriend and I will never let you leave me.” He now kissed the tip of your nose. “I’ll make sure you stay with me forever.” He grinned and kissed your lips before he pulled back again.

You took a deep breath, not believing your ears right now. “R-really?”

“Yes!” He smiled warmly. You searched his eyes for any hint of betrayal or dishonesty but he looked so genuine and sincere your heart felt like it was beating out of your chest. To make his message more clear he planted soft kisses all over your face, making you giggle cutely. He pulled back and smiled at you, happy to have made you smile again.

“I’ll make you the happiest woman ever!” He mumbled, moving his lips down to your jaw and kissed it. His hands moved to your neck, his fingers buried in your hair, holding your head in position. “Babygirl I wanted this for so long!” Vince’s lips slid over your skin, sucking and biting his way to your breasts. He peppered your neck and cleavage in hundred tiny kisses before he came back up to look at you with a big smile on his lips.

”So what do you say?” He asked, wiggling his brow playfully. He knew your answer but he wanted to cheer you up with his goofiness. “Will you be my girl?”

Your eyes widened and you were lost for words. You didn’t believe a thing you just heard, you kept staring at him like a deer caught in the headlights.

Vince waited for a moment, wiggling his eyebrows a bit more but he soon realized you were just lost for words. He couldn’t help but find that incredibly cute.

“You know you can also just kiss me if you do-.” Before he had finished his sentence you pulled him down to you, kissing him passionately, hoping to convey your message that way. He groaned and kissed you back instantly, his hands sliding down your body once more, touching and teasing you again. When you both pulled back to catch a breath of air he smirked at you.

”Ready for round two?”

[vivianbernadetteaurora]

Mars in libra ♎️ in fall

So when you see them doing it with someone else it might not be so cute freddie he had his.. Venus and Mars in Libra even though he is a Virgo and it is disputed whether he’s a Capricorn or Sagittarius moon. I swing more to the side of Capricorn because of virus and things like that and him contracting HIV and then later aids.

Don’t ask me why I just feel like that makes more sense to me. One of them seems to rule the bloodstream I’m pretty sure those two signs. So where did it become a challenger in his life apart from that. the balance within his group. with band mates such as borrowing may and the jealousy between the two. and the rivalry

And also his double life Libra double life it’s her dual sign... and he had a very lonely life where he became close with this man is in the the film by him and rapsody he came close with this man who basically revealed all the dirt on him I think he was meant to actually be one of his lovers and he was really cold hearted... and write all about freddy’s lonely life Freddie was the life and soul of the party but all his friends in the band. Kind of turned their back on him a little bit and he was all on his own anyway at the end of his life he met someone I think his name was Jim and they looked very similar as often gay couples do even more than straight couples. Like Taylor Swift and Karlie Kloss. Who. In a magazine they did a whole shoot of them two together like they were a couple and they were all wearing the same clothes in each shirt. And lastly this picture had been a I I’m not too sure but it was still weird but I know for sure they definitely did a magazine shoot together.

. now that’s someone with Sagittarius energy but also strong water energy Taylor Swift and she, is believed to be secretly in the closet and leaving clues in her songs in her clothes etcetera there’s a whole community of people online on TikTok on Spotify on YouTube who believe that Taylor Swift is actually lesbian. And I would not not believe it because I’d believe anything nowadays. And the way she sticks up for women and that and is proud of women I at least think she’s bisexual even though I’m not a Taylor Swift fan I’ve listened to one of her songs and it was amazing they did like this piece on SNL I think it was. Anyway here’s how Mars and Libra can go wrong if you want more detail and you want me to go into more than one person let me know. This Mars in Libra modern labor. When it’s not so good I’m Freddie Mercury had his Venus in Libra as well and I always say these people can be so charming and to be careful with their charm because they will be doing exactly what they’re doing to you to somebody else and that’s that’s what I believe no matter what sign it’s in it will work that way like I said I was going to do Heidi flies the Hollywood madam.

Whitney Houston another person who has a gay title this Mars placement. because in the beginning of her career she was attached to Robin Crawford. a friend of the family but her mum was incredibly homophobic whitney's mum... and she didn’t like Robin at all and the family all made her feel very uncomfortable but she was whitney’s friend and she was the one she was taking to award shows free Bobby.... in fact I think they would have rather her be if a woman beater than her to be happy with someone who treated her right which is really sad for Whitney because at the end of the life of her life she was with Ray J who is either hollywood’s pimp or drug dealer or both I don’t like the way he operates I mean if he works with the Kardashians and other sex tape with Kim that makes enough for me to make me think he’s really shady. and then the balancing act with how this placement can go dark so obviously it’s in the opposite sign of what sign it would be good in which is Aries Aries the God of War Aries Mars Mars the God of War Aries the sign of getting things going and getting on with things.... being straight to the point no sugarcoated unless there’s other pet placements like pisces or possibly Scorpio or Gemini. So yeah at the end of their life she was treated really badly and there’s a picture there’s a video even of the day before or a couple days before she died where she’s talking to the devil Clive Davis himself while he’s with an interview with Brandy and Monica and she hands the... major Brandy which grandy’s never revealed and Brandy is ray J’s older sister... it probably said can you get your brother to get me more drugs or something it was really sad what he did to her and I’ll never forgive him for it... on a Pamela who is so powerful in the industry and their partners career has... dwindled they were popular at one point in time but now their wife has taken over and they have to deal with that emasculating them and The funny thing is that both her. And Whitney both have a partner with their Mars in a water signSo they both had partners,, who were violent with them and then got back with them after the violence and they both gave a lot to the public over the years and have become culturally iconic and popular culture in the industry and in an other way.We love u guys

[pansy-picnics]

hi:3

im veryyyyy much a lurker i do not put myslef "out there" alot(most of my asks r to my mutuals but im TRYING to het out of mh shell so...)

ANYWYAS HAI:3 uhhh one of ur uknighted dream/new dream kids looks reallh pretyy(i think its the oldest one idk hlp), BTW I LOVE emery but i wanna know more about the ukd kids, so like if u have the past posts u made about them or like... IDK HELP i just wanna know more aboutvtjem bcuz ive seen them a couple times and theyre really cutie☹️

also like i scream whenever you use she/her on hugo because YOU LITERALLY GET IT LIEK OMG🙏🙏🙏 i apologize this is very rambly but liek ur art is so sosososoososo pretty & ur hcs and aus and AUGH iys so GRASHSH, so like ya byebhue:33

AHHH THANK YOU FOR THE ASK IM SOSO HAPPY 🥹🥹💕💕💕 I LOVE ALL MY LURKERS BUT I LOVE IT SM WHEN YOU GUYS COMMENT OR ASK ME STUFF TEEHEE

All three of the ukd kids are GORGEOUS ngl so i assume you’re thinking of ilmari but i can’t rule out the twins either…..Eugene and raps have some good ass genes I’ll tell you that.

Also i’m glad people appreciate my feminization of hugo. I just she/her him by default atp i refuse to hide it any longer this is what the WOKE LEFT WANTS!!!!! He’s so androgynous it’s like if a man and a woman had a baby. I need to kick that f slur into the sun

Anyways…Ough….I HAVE been neglecting the ukd kids a lot lately though i hate to admit it. i love them just as much and i know what’s going on with them too… but the truth is their characters just didn’t “click” into place quite as well emery’s did i think

To be quite honest emery came to me in a vision. Like. “Eccentric cutesy teenage girl who reads bad smut and practices dubiously ethical medicine”. And that is the perfect archetype to me. Literally no notes. Ilmari and the twins on the other hand have….Taken a little longer to perfect. and ive had a LOT of people tell me they want to know more about them but i just haven’t gotten to it yet. Sometimes i wonder why emery is the fan favorite but then i remember i Barely talk about anyone else so. Oops

I have a pretty good idea of them now though i THINK? so i for SURE need to infodump AHSJSJDJFFG Ill put the rest of my more detailed thoughts below the cut uhhhh

Uhhh. Basically. Ryder is the golden child whos really expressive and energetic like raps but very anxious and neurotic. He’s honestly kind of the straight man of yhe group. Most people think it’s ilmari but this is Wrong. Eldest child syndrome despite being the middle child. Workaholic but he fucking hates his job. Stressed out 24/7 and hasn’t slept in 2 weeks. needs to be liked by EVERYONE or he will DIE.

Alina is the baby she’s kinda varian and cass core. Always in the shadow of ryder or ilmari, but shes had support where it matters, so she’s never really cared. She was the shy quiet kid growing up but now he is full of Rage. very clingy, headstrong and stubborn. Strong leader and always tries to take control but his older siblings dont rlly take him seriously. Kind of a smartass and a drama queen but specifically in an old hollywood detective kind of way

ilmari……quiet, blunt, dry and emotionally unavailable. Horse girl and the king of not giving a fuck. they’re a free spirit, and since they were the first to leave the nest theyre always just kinda Wandering. Doesn’t speak unless spoken to. They typically come off as very weird and unsettling, but they are very gentle and compassionate when it comes down to it, they’re just Bad at feelings. They’re silly i promise but they have that like dry ass adira ttpe humor.

I think one of the main reasons the twins are so hard for me to describe is bc i’ve failed to disclose their Main Gimmick, which is that they’re meant to start out as the the typical boy/girl twin trope— where ones shy, anxious and kinda nerdy, and the other one is charismatic, eccentric and extroverted— but by their teenage years, they’ve pretty much completely swapped in every regard: fashion sense and presentation, personality, mannerisms, etc.

they both have some core traits that are stuck to them for their entire lives, and are obviously still undeniably the same characters, but their overall archetypes kind of swap entirely.

as little kids, alina is the timid, reserved, kind of fluttershy-esque type, and is a bit more of the observant, logical “by-the-books” one. meanwhile ryder is the bouncy, outspoken wild child, to the point of being kind of ditzy and careless at times, but hes very emotional and has no trouble making his voice heard.

as they get older, though, alina, with a strong support system, is eventually able to find his voice and speak up for himself, and after years of being silent, he becomes kind of the rebel of the family. he’s intelligent, calculated, and very stubborn about what he believes in. plus, shes spent most of her life observing, so she has a very good understanding of whats going on around her- and a passion for leadership that’s reminiscent of cassandra’s. alina ends up being a very hardheaded, outspoken and emotional individual who’s eager to take a stand and is deeply afraid of being a burden on her loved ones, or worse, never accomplishing anything at all. She is also Soooo fucking angry like all the time and she NEEDS constant validation SO BAD or she will DIE. #Teenagerthings.

Meanwhile ryder, as coronas Golden Child, has the most pressure on him out of all the kids, and slowly becomes more anxious and closed off as he gets older. at his core he’s compassionate, creative, and kind of weird and snarky, but he gets lost in his own head very easily. he cares WAYYYYY too much what other people think of him and is 100% willing to just. Change and/or destroy himself to meet other peoples expectations. this is why he is a horrible choice for coronas heir and unfortunately, because hes REALLY good at masking, it takes everyone WAY TOO LONG to realize this. Even when he learns some decent coping mechanisms ryder always remains kind of a workaholic, neurotic and anxious person. Massive perfectionist also. he has ISSUES. 😭😭😭

the court: We’ve made the perfect heir for corona

rapunzel, gesturing to ryder: You fucked up my perfectly good kid is what you did!!!! Look at him!!!! He’s got anxiety!!!!!!

ILMARI!! ILMARI MY BABYGIRL!!!!!! Ilmaris honestly so so SO bad at feelings they are so distant but i swear they TRY THEIR BEST they just have AUTISM 😭🙏Unlike the twins ilmari doesn’t really have a huge change in character LOL…But i need to talk more about the trios dynamic, cuz they’re all VERY close especially when they were little. Once ilmaris traveling on their own, though, their relationship is a little more strained……..like i said ilmari is very much a wanderer, and they don’t write much either. Obviously they send like monthly letters to ukd out of obligation (cass and eugene especially get CRAZY paranoid otherwise…..) as well as some gifts to the family whenever they can but. Their letters highkey read like business emails LOL.

Ilmaris in a weird place where they do truly care about their family but like….They still feel a big disconnect from their identity and relationships in general. The emotional neglect from their birth mother and the autism have mixed together in the worst way possible and emotions are just never something they really Get.

I think especially in early adulthood they dont really have anywhere where they truly feel like they belong- So they kinda just fuck off to do whatever. They don’t see much of a need to communicate with anyone, mostly cuz i dont think it clicks in their head that people might Want to know about that stuff GAHAHAHAAHA

this is hard on ukd and the twins who end up feeling like mari just…. slips in and out of their lives so easily 💔 DO NOT FRET THOUGH!!!!! They do visit and they improve at communicating over time….their letters are still Corporate email core but they’re more frequent at least. And they eventually come back to corona for good to take over the library when var and hugo retire

Uhhhh I think thats it for rn this is kind of just me screaming incoherently but this ask has made me start working on a new art post abt the ukd kids FOR THE MASSES. 🤞🤞🤞🤞 i need you guys to understand my autistic brainwaves. Heres some incorrect quotes i did with them also cuz they’re sillyyyyyy

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⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪. 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉’𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝑒, 𝑒𝓈𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑜 3

｡𖦹°‧ pairing ｡𖦹°‧ - idol!yeonjun x superstar!oc x idol!jungkook

｡𖦹°‧ synopsis ｡𖦹°‧ - a love triangle between Hollywood’s sweetheart, Korea’s golden maknae, and Gen Z’s IT boy. Estrella is a very busy woman never had time dating with all her photoshoots, movie offers, recording sessions, dance practices, and public appearances. As she’s doing a little world tour promotions for her latest mini album ‘You & Me’, and let’s just say that stop last a little longer and it becomes a little too interesting.

｡𖦹°‧ a/n ｡𖦹°‧ - yj enters the chat (੭˃ᴗ˂)੭

Italics = korean

It’s 6am and the whole team has made it to their dressing room where Sana and Daya are doing Estrella’s hair and makeup. “Ok first will be the ‘You & Me’ stage, but before that you have an interview with the three mcs txt’s Yeonjun, Park Jihu, and Woonhak.” Megan explains. “They will basically ask about your song and what’s the charming point in the dance along with how is your time in Korea so far?” Megan was giving the basic run down. “I’m nervous~” the four girls giggle at Estrella’s cute pronunciation. All morning Estrella has been practicing her little speech making sure she doesn’t stutters or mumble her words.

“You got this Estrella.” Daya boops her nose affectionately. Estrella smiles, “thanks.” Both Sana and Daya were done doing Estrella’s hair and makeup, so it was now time to change her into her first stage outfit. “So pretty!” Sana gasps at the sight of Estrella. “Custom by Chanel, and they did so good.” Megan covers her mouth trying to hold back her squeals. “Thank you Chanel gods.” Estrella prayed. “Ok let’s get going. Your call time is soon and it’s better to do a little small talk with the mcs, so you can get a bit more comfortable.” Megan opens the door for Estrella. “Ok.” She sighs, still a bit nervous. “Fighting!” Sana holds her fist up encouraging Estrella. “Yeah fighting our little star!” Daya follows Sana’s hand motions. “We’ll be watching on the tv.” Sana points at the tv mounted on the wall. “Thanks, I’ll do my best.” Estrella sent kisses before leaving.

Megan walked Estrella through the halls and as they were walking many staff would whisper how pretty Estrella is, and some would try and hold their excitement since they’re fans of her. As they made it to the stage a staff member was explaining to Megan that Estrella will look into the main camera and stand right in between the two mcs. “Oh my god, I feel like I’m dropping off my child on her first day of school.” Megan snicker at herself kinda feeling emotional. “Why do I feel the same though?” Estrella laughs, trying to calm down her nerves. “Again don’t feel nervous. You done this plenty of times, and plus I’ll be waiting right down the steps so you’re good.” Megan squeezes Estrella’s arms comforting her. “I know.” Estrella pouts. “Fighting!” Megan whisper yells before hugging Estrella and walking off the little stage.

Estrella was currently the only one there which gave her time to practice what she was going to say while fixing her ear-in that helps her translate. “Eleven is about-“

“Hello~” the three MCs greeted Estrella. Estrella got startled, but quickly got over it and said ‘hello’ back while giving them little bows. “Oh, she’s pretty!” Jihu gasps making the two guys chuckle. Estrella took a second to process what Jihu said to her. “I’m pretty? You’re pretty too.” Jihu instantly got shy and shakes her head ‘no’. “I’m Jihu, nice to meet you.” She’s embarrassedly introduced herself. “I’m Woonhak.” One of the male mcs bow towards Estrella. As Estrella eyes left Woonhak and moves on to the next person it was like the whole room went silent, and all she could hear was her own heart beating. He towered over his partners and his fox like eyes met her doe ones. “I’m Yeonjun.” Estrella didn’t show her instantly attraction towards him.

‘Ah, this is what Megan must have meant last night. But I can’t help myself’ Estrella bit her lip. “I’m Estrella Blue, and please guide me.” Everyone was a bit shock at Estrella’s little Korean. “That was good!” Woonhak praises Estrella. Estrella was getting shy with all the compliments causing her to hide a bit behind Yeonjun. “Cute~” Yeonjun coos. Estrella looks up at him with boba eyes hearing him calling her cute. She was trying so hard not to kick her feet and giggle. The staff started counting down before going live and Yeonjun guides Estrella back into position by him ghostly placing his hand on the small of her back.

“Everyone we have a really special guest with us that flew from the States to Korea!” Jihu starts the segment. “Really?! Who must it be?” Woonhak acts curious, making Estrella hold in her laughter. “Come on, how do you not know Woonhak-ssi?” Yeonjun acts offended. “Ta da!” Estrella pops in frame. The mcs act surprised making it harder to not laugh, but Estrella kept it together. “Hi I’m Estrella Blue~” waves at the camera cutely. “It’s a honor to have you here today Estrella-ssi.” Jihu smiles at Estrella. “Thank you I’m so happy to be here and perform.” Estrella mentally pats her head for not stuttering. “Right! Your song ‘Eleven’ is so popular here in Korea much like all over the world. Can you tells us more about ‘Eleven’?” Woonhak asks. This is all Estrella was practicing all morning, it’s her big moment. “Yes!” Estrella nods. Estrella grips the mic with both hands already feeling nervous again. “Um…’Eleven’ is a dance pop song that expressive romantic feelings for someone, and basically saying you make me feel more than a ten, you make me feel like an eleven.” As the camera shows the two other MCs clapping for Estrella’s little speech, and as she was paying attention to them she didn’t notice that Yeonjun snake his arm behind her and pats her back. It was like a ‘you did a good job’ but it still sent Estrella butterflies.

“How about you show us the charming point of the dance?” Yeonjun asks, looking down on Estrella. Estrella hums, “sure.” The music cue and starts playing the chorus. All three of them started hyping Estrella up making her chuckle before getting to the hip part of the dance which she quickly changed serious. The audience couldn’t help but cheer seeing Estrella’s facial expressions. “Wow, wow!” The mcs clapped for Estrella. “Thank you~” Estrella claps for herself. “Maybe you should teach Yeonjun hyung!” Woonhak suggests.

‘This wasn’t apart of the script in my head!’ Estrella hears the translator speak in her ear-in, as she was freaking out. “I just need a little help on the hip part of the dance.” Yeonjun speaks in English. “You know the dance?” Estrella asks in shock. “I had too, you’re our special guest.” Yeonjun doesn’t know where all this confidence came from. He was equaling if not more nervous than Estrella, but not from having to speak more because his idol and crush is right in front of him. Pictures and videos do not do Estrella justice with how beautiful she looks in person and Yeonjun is in ‘awe’.

Did he not listen to a word that Estrella was saying while giving him the quickest tutorial on the hip move because he already knew. He was practicing the choreo in his waiting room the whole time. He did spend the 2 minutes trying to see every little detail on her and just was admiring her. “Yeonjun hyung you got it right?” Woonhak snaps Yeonjun out of the trace. “Of course I got it.” Yeonjun confidently answers while getting into position. “Ok music cue! Please~” Estrella calls to the staff. Estrella was surprised by Yeonjun’s dancing, she smiles at him as they made eye contact which almost messed up Yeonjun. “You were so good.” Estrella places her hand on Yeonjun’s arm along with giving him a thumbs up.

‘What are we?’ Yeonjun thinks while looking back at Estrella basically giving her heart eyes.

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Next is finally performing the first song ‘You & Me’, and as Estrella walked up the stage she was surprised with the stage design. “It’s so pretty!” She squeals making her fans laugh at her cuteness. “Let me introduce myself,” Estrella clears her throat. “Hi I’m Estrella please cheer loudly for me starrys!” The audience cheers while waving their lightsticks. Estrella then remembers about yesterday and how she met Heemin. “Oh is Heemin here today?” A loud scream coming from the left side caught Estrella’s attention. There stood Heemin waving her lightstick frantically, “there you are. See I remembered, thank you for coming Heemin.” Estrella blew kisses at Heemin’s direction.

Once she saw her dancers go up on the stage with her, she knew it was time to get in position. “Please cheer loudly starrys!” Estrella quickly said before the music started. (Song and dance)

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“Excuse me, sorry excuse me.” Yeonjun raced to his dressing room just so he can watch Estrella perform. “Wah~ she’s too gorgeous.” Yeonjun looks up at the tv seeing Estrella little winks and flirty smiles. It felt like she was singing to only him and no one else. Maybe he is a little delusional, but who isn’t nowadays. “Are you going to try and talk to her?” One of his male staff members asks. Yeonjun looks at him with eyebrows raised and wide eyes, “are you crazy?” Making the staff member laugh. “She’s way out of my league.”

Yeonjun continues to watch the performance and feeling envy of the male dancer that was dancing with Estrella, wishing it was him instead. “I mean you’re handsome. You might have a shot?” The staff member shrugs. “You’re not helping me or my thoughts.” Yeonjun huffs, and throws himself on the couch while groaning. Yeonjun was thankfully that Inkigayo kept Estrella being the special guest a secret otherwise Yeonjun would’ve been freaking out the day leading up. ‘Wait special guest? Why does that sound so familiar? Like I heard it before-‘

“Estrella is coming to the Hybe building?!” Yeonjun scares everyone in the room. “Oh…we forgot to tell you.” Another staff member speaks. “Yeah, Jungkook is suppose to show her around.” Yeonjun stops his eye from twitching from hearing the news. Instead he grabs the nearest pillow and slaps it over his face and yells into it. “I feel better now.” He acts like nothing happened.

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“Did it look good?” Estrella is now back in the dressing room getting ready to perform ‘Eleven’. “You looked amazing!” Sana squeals, while doing her makeup again. “The stage was on point too.” Daya compliments, as she’s putting Estrella’s hair in a ponytail. “Thank you guys. You both did so well too.” Estrella thanked her girls.

“Since Megan isn’t in the room right now. What’s up with you making those lovey dovey eyes at mister mc.” Daya couldn’t help herself. While Sana and her were watching the interview through the tv they both gave each other the ‘look’ while watching Estrella interact with Yeonjun. “Stop! I was literally thinking about what Megan was telling yesterday and he just popped up.” Estrella whines. “He’s just so tall and cute–i can’t!” Estrella shakes her head, making the girls laugh.

It was finally time to perform ‘Eleven’ and once again Megan walks Estrella to a newly themed stage. “Once you finish performing don’t leave the stage because everyone is going to come back in and then they’re going to do the award ceremony.” Megan explains while checking Estrella mic pack and soothing her outfit. “Award?” Estrella questions. “Mm, every music program here gives an award to the group with the most votes. It’s pretty important here to the idols.” Megan gives a briefing. “Ah ok.” Estrella gives the ‘ok’ sign making Megan chuckles.

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The second Estrella steps on the stage cheers erupted shocking Estrella. “Oh my gosh,” she smiles big. “Thank you starrys~” Estrella waves at everyone. “You give me lots of strength.” Starrys gave loud cheers making Estrella pout trying not to get emotional. “Stand by.” The staff speaks through the mic. Estrella and her dancers get in position, “we got this everyone.” She whispers to her female dancers. Everyone could see how much Estrella loves the stage with the way she carries herself within the performance, and how effortlessly she sings and dances, along with her animated facial expressions. All the idols were watching from the sidelines amazed and instantly getting inspired by watching such a big admirable artist perform right in front of them.

As the performance came to an end Estrella did heart cheek pose causing everyone to scream, even the idols caught themselves slipping while cheering. The cameras briefing cut so the idols can get back on the stage to start the award ceremony. Estrella didn’t know where she had to stand, so she went all the way to the left side away from the cameras. Many idols were bowing at her which she of course bowed back, but it was funny because once Estrella bows back at them they would freak out with excitement making her giggle at them.

“Estrella-ssi please move to the center.” The staff member came to Estrella guiding her to stand next to Woonhak. Right after the mcs start reading their little script which Estrella was just scanning the audience giving little waves at them. Honestly, Estrella wasn’t really paying attention because in her head she knows that she not going to win, she just got there plus she doesn’t know who’s the most popular groups here. That is until she saw her face being a nominee, “huh?” Estrella is surprised. She watch as all the numbers max out on every category crowning her the winner. The confetti canons scared her causing her let out a little scream making everyone laugh at her reaction. Jihu passes the little award to Estrella while Yeonjun passes the big flower bouquet to her. “You were great, congratulations.” Yeonjun smiles at her. Estrella thanked them before grabbing the mic Woonhak had for her. “T-thank you, I’m really surprised right now. I literally just got here yesterday and I’m very thankful for all the support I have been receiving. I will be sure to repay all this support with even better music and even better performances, thank you starrys~”

Estrella was about to walk off before Megan stopped her and quickly explained that she had to do an encore stage. Estrella pulled her dancers back up and they all sang and danced to ‘Eleven’. Estrella even made a fan sing the chorus while jumping around touching her fans hands and blowing kisses.

Just before heading out of the broadcast station Estrella filmed about 6 TikToks with different groups. Estrella instantly changed back to her regular clothes before the whole team made their way out to the car. Many fans waited for Estrella to tell her how well she did, to make sure to rest, and to hand her more fan letters. Estrella and her team made it safely to their car while accepting the letters from starrys. “Thank you again starrys. Get home safely and eat lots.” Estrella gave a couple of poses before rolling up her window.

Estrella lets out a big yawn and rests her head against the window. “I’m going to take the fattest nap.” Estrella got herself comfortable. “You find Yeonjun attractive huh?” Megan crossing her arms. “What?!”

You & Me album

Eleven(title track) originally IVE

You & Me originally JENNIE

Don’t blink originally AESPA

Hard to love originally ROSÉ

Holy moly originally IVE

Looking at me originally SABRINA CARPENTER

All night originally IVE

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A fanfic where johnny comes back to knoxville and reconnects with his first love because their parents are close? I love spice southern romance!

Southern-Sweet

When a chance encounter reunited Y/N with her high school sweetheart turned movie star, what will she do when he reveals he still has feelings for her?

Johnny Knoxville X Fem!Reader

(Angst, Fluff)

2k Words

Warnings: Highly suggestive content, flirting, slight enemies to lovers, alcohol, car sex, underage drinking, skinny dipping

An: Thank you so much for the request! I realize I haven’t written for Johnny in quite a while, but my fics featuring him happen to do very well so who knows! I had a really fun time with this one because of all the drama- the little silent interactions and just how much goes unsaid between these two! Anyways, thank you for the requests and please keep sending them!

Johnny finally had an obligation to return home. A few weeks ago, his mom dropped him a line and said that his folks were throwing a party for somebody’s graduation or retirement, and that she would really love it if he stopped by. He’s got a big family, so he didn’t really ask any questions as she went on and on, “Oh, all your aunts and uncles’ll be there! You can finally meet Lynne’s boy, and that nice neighbor girl’s comin’ over too- I know how well the two’a you got along…”

He knew it all too well. The memory wasn’t so much sore as it was tender, similar to the smattering of ever present bruises on his body- the ones that either didn’t heal or were quickly replaced after the old ones faded. He shouldn’t be this caught up on a girl he dated in high school now that he’s gotten on with his adult life, but every now and then, in the space between the nights of wild drinking and much more subdued, hungover mornings, there you were. The idea of seeing you again made Johnny feel as if someone poured gasoline down his throat and crammed sparks in his stomach, so much so that for a good second, the thought occurred to him to make up some halfhearted excuse- some movie premiere or awards show he had to be at. But I mean, come on; that’s his mama you’re talking about. Sighing a little, he conceded, “Alright, I’ll see ya there mom. Love ya…”

It was one of those classy backyard affairs, with people sitting around fold-up card tables under shade from rented pop-up white gazebo tents; where the food was served in disposable aluminum trays with bug nets and everyone was so excited to see everyone. Especially Johnny- no, PJ. They all wanted to talk about their PJ’s big break in Hollywood. From where you sat far away from the commotion, you could pick up on little bits of the chatter through the dense air. One of his sisters, drunk and swaying, slung an arm around his shoulders, “Ah! I remember when you were throwin’ yourself outta your playpen, an’ look at you now! Not much’s changed, right?” Oh, and how they laughed… ”PJ- have you been readin’ what they say about you in those tabloids?” Johnny laughed wryly, giving Aunt Maureen a dismissive wave, “Oh, I just let em’ talk! No use in settin’ the record straight when they’re just gonna come up with somethin’ else tomorow…” He was the warm little center of everything. You didn’t want to say you resented him, but there was still animosity that hung heavy in the air between you two- this constant, low pitch cicada call in your ear. Here he was, larger than life PJ, charming and carousing as usual, running off to Hollywood to chase his dreams. And you stayed in Knoxville.

As the evening drew on and you began mingling among your respective circles, you would find yourself intermittently catching his gaze across the party and vice versa, never getting the chance to talk to each other face to face outside of those sidelong glances. Occupied with catching up with a couple distant relatives you were pretty sure you’d never met before, your ears perked up when you heard someone clear their throat behind you, so you turned around and suddenly, he was just…there. “Hey, Y/N! It’s been a while…”

“Yeah, Hollywood- it has.” Johnny Knoxville, the lovey-dovey, southern drawl, boy next door as he gets painted by every person that interviews him, tugged you off to the side- to the dark little corner of the party near the untouched jug of iced tea that was forgone for the BYOB booze. The cheerful sounds of the party faded into white noise as guilt settled in, but Johnny’s expression only faltered for a second before he covered it up with that grin, “I really think we should reconnect sometime, you know? I’m gonna be in town for a few more days…Maybe we could grab a coffee sometime?” Didn’t he have some model chick to screw? Or a Budweiser commercial shoot he needed to be up early for? What the hell was he doing with you?

Shifting on your feet, your lips pressed into a thin line as you got to the core of what he was dancing around, cutting through the warm, honeysuckle sweet air with your words, “Cmon, tell me what it’s really about.” You shot him a smirk that was just shy of joking, “D’you wanna fuck? Is that how you ask fr’it over in California?” He let out one of those dry, phony, coving up nerves laughs as he hand flinched to the back of his neck, a nervous habit of his you were all to familiar with, “Guess I’m not as, uh- slick as I thought I was bein’, ma’am…” Even through the darkness, you could see the blush that dappled his cheeks, the shy little spark in his eye as you called him out- peeled away his layers like the skin of a stone fruit leaving him raw and something more…human. Maybe you found something more than satisfaction in that. “Make it drinks and I’ll say yes.” That searching, almost desperate look in his eyes fading, you conceded before turning on your heel, “You have my number.” And that’s what you left him with.

Oh, this is the woman he remembered…All of a sudden, Johnny was PJ again: the same teenage boy who asked you to the school dance, which you two ditched to get drunk behind the school because it bored you to death- and you were still that girl that talked him into going skinny dipping in the creek, which he still thinks back fondly on even though you had a pretty close brush with the cops and had to hide out in a woodshed for a couple hours. And Johnny realized, standing there alone, in a dim corner of that backyard party he didn’t even really wanna be at, that no matter how far life takes him, some things- some people, you just can’t shake. “What a lady…”

What Sam Huston is to Texas and Tony Soprano to New Jersey, Johnny Knoxville is to Tennessee: that perfect archetype of the American south. Tonight, he really looked the part, with the way his rough, work-calloused palm swallowed the Miller High Life he was nursing. He mused idly, kind of struggling to make conversation with the way dull tension radiated off of you in all directions, “God, this takes me back…” After a while, and thank god for it, the booze seemed to corrode away the wall you had put up between the two of you, and within the hour, your words lost any critical edge. You went from dry small talk to something a little more personal. Taking a swig of your drink, you glanced him up and down, noting the way the yellowed lights of the bar and his LA tan made him look like he was glowing, “How’s Hollywood?”

That man didn’t belong in a city like that…In that black t-shirt that’s just a little too tight, riding up to flash that shiny, proud belt buckle. The most perfect specimen of that enigmatic, reckless spirit in captivity. The way you saw it, he was just so rough around the edges, like unsanded wood- too wild for the red carpet but too perfect to come back home. Judging by the way he sighed and glanced down at the sticky bar top when you asked that question, you had a feeling he knew it, “Well… It’s Hollywood.” He sighed, glancing around the bar as if he were trying to etch this image in his mind, “Gettin’ paid’t fall down an’ get hit in the nuts’s fun an’ all, but…” The rest went unsaid until you opened your mouth.

“You ever think about me?” Swallowing beer that now felt like molasses going down his throat, Johnny paused, trying to find the words to sum up how he felt. “All the time…” The impact of those words falling from his own lips hit him harder than that bull last week. More than he should, Knoxville thought about you; in ways he would never admit. It's a little pathetic to still be hung up on your sweetheart from twenty years ago at this age. But you couldn’t deny that his sudden reappearance had rekindled some desires in you as well. “You’re only here till tomorrow, right?” you asked, continuing after he gave you a solemn nod, and it was like the words, lubricated by booze, came out without you thinking, “I’m gonna be honest with you, PJ. I haven’t been able t’stop thinkin’ about you since you showed up- and now, we’re sittin’ here, at the bar…” Years had gone by and you didn’t give this man a second thought, but the moment he stumbles back into your life, all you could think about was how badly you wanted to grab him by the collar and yank him close enough that you could see the little strands of silver dotting his hairline that weren't there the last time you saw him- close enough you could smell his Right Guard and the same cheap shampoo he used in high school and kiss him.

You wanted to kiss him. That was a turning point to this whole thing. Shooting you a sidelong glance, Johnny’s voice slipped into a low murmur and everything else faded into the background, “Why don’t we do it one more time? For old time’s sake, I mean…My car’s parked outside.” Wait, was he asking what you thought he was asking? Was he really offering to fuck you in his beater pick up in the parking lot? Charged, beer scented silence buzzed between the two of you until you broke it, “We couldn’t…” Leaning in to practically whisper in your ear, Knoxville’s much larger hand slipped over top of where yours rested on the bar, “We could.”

“We could…” And all of a sudden, something snapped in you and the dynamic flipped. Grasping Johnny’s hand in one of yours and snatching your purse with the other, you began to lead him out of the bar, squeezing past other patrons. Now, it was his turn to be the one getting all flustered and blushing, chuckling nervously at your forwardness as he half tripped over his own feet, “Wait- are we really doin’ this?” Warm air dense with diesel fuel and humidity hit you when you made it outside after what felt like forever and that shimmer in your eye when you looked back at him reminded Knoxville, no- PJ, that you were still that woman he fell in love with so many years ago. A smirk crossed your face as he led you through the gravel parking lot toward where he parked, “Oh, we’re doing this!”

Once he got done fumbling with his keys, the two of you tumbled into the front seats- yes, seats. Hands clawed at clothing and in that span of time, Johnny had apparently taken his glasses off because when you eventually straightened yourself out, you were straddling his lap and he was gazing up at you with an awestruck look on his face and those dark, sweet eyes of his glimmering- you know, like those handsome men you see on the covers of paperback romance novels just before checkout at a general store. Knoxville was having you- no, taking you, in his car like this. It felt like a cruel trick his mind conjured up to torture him, and that any second he’d wake up from this dream with his boxers glued to his left leg. His hands rested on your waist as he stared up at the way moonbeams silhouetted your face, and you both just sat there for a moment before you very quietly reached into the center council where those sunglasses were haphazardly tossed and grabbed them, placing them on yourself, “I’m keepin’ these.” That signature, crooked smile spreading across his face, PJ breathlessly chuckled, “Alright, country girl…One last ride?”

[katakaluptastrophy]

This may be something you have already covered, or considered and discarded, but. Thoughts on Jod being trans?

Because it seemed slightly odd to me, that a AMAB kid going to his grandmother’s house would be allowed to play with his mum’s toys. Especially if they’re “traditionally girly” toys, as opposed to being told to run around or given a ball to do sports.

Whereas a little AFAB kid would gladly be given his mum’s dolls by a traditional grandma and told to play nicely and quietly. Not identifying with the Barbies so much as finding them so pretty (especially compared to the Ken dolls that look nothing like him, which he feeds to Ulysses the dog).

And then, two or three decades later and finding that he is now God. He has consumed the Earth and her siblings and made her anew.

How easy is it to change the bits about himself he never felt were right? To remake himself as God in the flesh? To look upon himself and say, it is good?

"When I was seven, you know, all Nana had to play with in her house was some of Mum's old toys. And my favouite out of all of them..." He gave a long, shuddering sigh. "My favourite was her old Hollywood Hair Barbie," he murmured. "I loved her little gold outfit and her long yellow hair. She was the best. She got to have all the adventures. There was also a Bride's Dream Midge, but Mum had cut Midge's hair into this weird mullet. It was Barbie for me." She looked at him. He looked at her. He added, "Not Hollywood Hair Ken. Mum had him too, but he was a creep. I gave him to Nana's dog to eat."

This is what we get when John is describing the "scraps of id" that lead him to make Alecto look like some kind of nightmarish Barbie. The 'id' is, psychoanalytically, the most instinctual, basic part of the self. If John is being truthful here, then he's expressing something very basic about himself and his motivations in making Alecto.

I'm not convinced that we can infer anything about his Nana's attitude towards what toys a child should be allowed to play with. John is probably born somewhere between the mid 90s to the mid 20s, so it's just as possible that John playing with his mum's old Barbies is evidence that his family was fairly progressive. Or too poor to afford new toys. Or just ambivalent about the toys he played with.

In terms of John and gender, or at least John and masculinity, this interview has an interesting insight into what Tamsyn might be doing with that:

the God of the Locked Tomb IS a man; he IS the Father and the Teacher; it’s an inherently masc role played by someone who has an uneasy relationship himself to playing a Biblical patriarch. John falls back on hierarchies and roles because they’re familiar even when he’s struggling not to. Even he identifies himself as the God who became man and the man who became God.

Though of course, to quote a different interview, this is a series where "readers will end up STICKY and GREASY with GENDER and BIBLE" and where Lyctorhood is "a huge genderfuck".

So I think there's certainly scope for trans readings of John, which shift the framework for the way that John is positioning himself in relation to his masc roleplaying of god. There's a number of elements that would have a very different resonance in such readings, not least putting Alecto into such a specific version of a woman's body, and the tension between his own exercise of bodily autonomy and his utter restriction and violation of others' bodily autonomy.

Personally, my take is that John is meant to be a type of cis man I'm sure many of us have met - one who is at pains to demonstrate his feminism, who perhaps finds the boundaries of masculinity confining to some extent, but who is ultimately unwilling to examine how deeply those boundaries are part of the way he views the world and interacts with others. And with John, this is writ large, quite literally: endowed with godlike power, he falls back on the patriarchal image of god. John may go out of his way to tell us that the maternity problem was important to him, that he played with Barbies, that he *cares*, but at the end of the day that introspection doesn't translate into his actions.

Regardless of how John came to his relationship with masculinity, he's stuck with - or perhaps in context we could say haunted by - a very particular conception of patriarchal masculinity.

[i-think-i-did-it-again]

The Tour I

“Stop looking at me like that all the damn time,” you growl. Even his stare now is making your insides tighten.

“Like what?” he quirks his eyebrow in confusion, swirling his thick metal ring around his index finger absentmindedly.

“Like I’m the most important person in the room,” you whisper.

“But you are.”

“I knew I should’ve never agreed to do this.”

You drag yourself off the couch and head for the door but his hand wrapped around your wrist stops you.

“Let you pay me…I feel so dirty,” you sigh and look anywhere but at his crystal blue orbs.

“What the fuck do you mean pay you?!”

Oh fuck…

3 months, 2 week and 1 day earlier

Kells was on a downward spiral and everyone could see it but no one knew what to do. No one knew why though. Any time someone attempted to talk to him, to try and help him, he’d bite their head off and say he was fine. You hadn’t tried to talk to him, though. You knew him well enough to know that trying to talk to him was pointless and you didn’t particularly feel like being yelled at by him. Everyone else was finally starting to get the hint and everyone was avoiding him like the black plague. It was going to be pretty hard for everyone to pretend he didn’t exist when their American tour began in 2 weeks. 3 months, a tour bus and a bunch of hotels meant being in each other’s pockets on a daily basis. 

You were thankfully not going because as just a friend in the group, with no part in the band, tour or managerial capacity, you don’t have to go. Sure you miss your friends when they’re all away on tour but you and Colson have an unspoken agreement that while he’s away on tour, you have free reins on his massive house in the Hollywood Hills. Sort of like a house sitter without the pay and you don’t have to spend the night every night if you don’t want to. You usually do though. 

Colson always ensures the fridge and pantry are stocked with your favourite snacks and sodas. His big ass flatscreen is connected to all the streaming services and well as the latest gaming consoles. Not to mention the very large heated pool in his backyard that overlooks the city. The guest room, just down the hallway from the master, is about the same size as your apartment. A large king size bed sits in the middle of the room, a small sofa in front of the tv mounted on the wall opposite, a large window bench seat that overlooks the small garden below and a walk-in wardrobe that puts your pocky closet to shame. 

Colon ensures your favourite candles are scattered around the room to make you feel more at home. He always teases you about your candle obsession but that doesn’t stop him from feeding into it. You secretly think he loves them too but is too macho to admit it. You always catch him inhaling deeply whenever he steps into your apartment.

Being at Colson’s house is the reset from your life that you need sometimes, you hadn’t realised how much you relied on it until the thought of it not happening becomes a big possibility.

Ashleigh had been nervous about going on tour for months now, ever since Colson’s antics became more extreme, bit by bit. You weren’t overly surprised by her desperate phone call a few weeks before the tour, inviting you over to her house for a chat. She confided in you a lot more than anyone else because she knew anything she said to you would stay between the two of you. 

At the beginning, the spiral was pretty on par with Colson’s usual antics. Drinking, way too much weed, partying. After a few weeks though, the group began to get worried. He kept upping the ante. Drinking to the point of a buzz became drinking until he blacked out. Weed turned into trying to buy pills at 3am in downtown Hollywood and getting arrested because the ‘dealer’ was an undercover cop. Luckily the record labels lawyers were able to talk the cops down to a fine. The partying remained pretty much the same, the parties just went for days and days. 

Everyone was concerned but it didn’t turn into full blown panic until Colson cancelled plans with Cassie. She was due to come during the summer for a month before the next tour began and Colson just…called it off. Cassie was devastated. You still remember the pain in her voice when she called you in tears to tell you. It was heartbreaking. You got straight in your car to go and see Colson and tear him a new one but he was too hammered to even understand what you were saying. He never blows off his daughter. The one time he truly opened up to you, he told you how guilty he feels about how much of her childhood he’s missing out on. That was the first time you felt that pang of overwhelming fear that something was desperately wrong.

You walk straight through Ashleigh’s front door, dying to get out of the California heat. You hear the sound of muffled voices coming from her kitchen. A deep male voice is the most prominent, mostly because he sounds pissed. You don’t recall Ashleigh mentioning having a meeting today so you assume it’s ok for you to interrupt whatever the discussion that’s happening. When you step into the kitchen, everyone stops talking and there’s 4 pairs of eyes on you. Ashleigh looks sympathetic and borderline mortified but the 2 men and woman look less than pleased.

“Hey, Y/N, thanks for coming on such short notice,” Ashleigh says, giving you a small smile.

When you take in the appearance of her guests, you suddenly feel very underdressed in your short linen sundress. Ashleigh looks nervous when she invites you to sit before turning her attention back to the very red looking man in the crisp, definitely expensive suit. His eyes scrutinise you with a terrifying gaze, so intimidating you have to look away after a few seconds.

“Sorry to interrupt, I didn’t know you were in a…meeting?” it unintentionally comes out as a question because the stare of the man is still on you and it makes you unsure.

“You’re late,” the man grumbles and his voice is as commanding as you’d imagined. “Look, I don’t have a lot of time to beat around the bush so let's cut to the chase.”

“Francis,” the woman says with a warning tone and she frowns softly when he finally looks at her. “None of this is her fault, let's remember that shall we?” she gives you an apologetic smile that immediately puts you at ease and suddenly you’re not as intimidated. 

“Fine,” Francis grumbles and you can see him make a strained effort to relax the vein pulsing in his neck. “Colson’s actions lately are making us and frankly our lawyers very nervous. As I’m sure you can understand, normally we’d drop him for not meeting his contractual obligations but with a tour starting in less than 2 weeks that just isn’t a viable option. Many people have spent too much time and money making this happen and we’re not wasting all of that by cancelling.” 

“And you wouldn’t want to disappoint the fans, right?” you interject knowing full well that the thought didn’t even cross their money hungry minds.

“Yes, of course,” he gripes at you and Ashleigh begs you to keep your mouth shut with her eyes. “That’s where you come in,” he points a pudgy finger at you and you grimace internally. “We need you to join them on tour and make sure everything runs smoothly.”

You look at Ashleigh with your jaw on the floor and for the first time since you got there, Ashleigh avoids you. Why would they need you to go on tour to keep Colson in line when that’s Ashleigh’s job? Did she get fired? No way would you replace one of your closest friends just to satisfy some lawyers and record execs. Before you can open your mouth to decline, the woman speaks again.

“We understand that this is a lot to take in and obviously you will need time to think about it-”

“We will need your answer within 48 hours, we have a tour to plan after all Kathy,” Francis interjects and Kathy’s jaw flexes with irritation. You get the feeling Francis interrupts a lot.

“And we will of course pay you for your time, pay for any and all expenses associated with your hotels, food and flights. Once we have your answer we can work out all the finer details but we will give you time to talk it over with Ashleigh and your current employer.”

You blanch internally. As of 3 days ago, you’re actually unemployed after your company decided to make some ‘necessary cutbacks’, translation: layoffs. You hadn’t told any of your friends because even though they never make you feel any less, you know you have a hell of a lot less money than them and this will only make money tighter for you. 

You never want to feel like a charity case with them so you always make sure to pay your own way, never take advantage. Even when you stay at Colson’s house when he’s on tour, you ensure you keep the house clean, collect his mail, water the few plants he has and keep the pool clean. Last time he was gone, you even reorganised his pantry for him. He spent months calling you to ask where certain things were even though everything was labelled.

The suits didn’t stick around for too much longer after their proposal. Ashleigh walks them out and you hear Francis insist that they have an answer within 48 hours, again. You’re tempted to get up and rip into him about how to speak to people but you decide against it when you hear Ashleigh’s reassurances. You know in a way that Ashleigh deals with Colson’s record label more than he does and you don’t want to make the relationship more strained for her. When she comes back to the dining room, you want to stand and envelop her in a hug. Her face just looks defeated. Has she looked that way for long? You feel guilty that you hadn’t noticed that everything going on with Colson has taken a toll on his oldest friend in the world.

“When was the last time you got a full night’s sleep?” you ask her, concern lacing your tone. You don’t want to tell her but she looks awful.

“Depends, what month is it?” she tried to make a joke but her face was too exhausted to muster a smile.

“Ash…what the fuck is going on?”

“They…they don’t think I can handle him on my own anymore and to be honest, I don’t think they’re wrong. Between trying to keep him from an early grave, keep his bad publicity out of the media and keep the upcoming tour on track and organised, I’m drowning. I had to send Ashton to stay with my mom so I could work around the clock. The record label wanted some PR lady to take over and I just-I couldn’t let them do that. Not only would Colson flip at the idea of a ‘babysitter’, he would just rebel even harder against whoever they sent and that would make everyone’s lives miserable. They demanded I come up with a solution and I just panicked. I blurted out your name and the plan just formed as I spoke. I’m so sorry to drag you into this but I just thought if it was you, Colson would go easier on you and I’m just…I’m exhausted.”

You convinced Ashleigh to go and lie down for a little bit, to try and catch up on some much needed sleep. You take her phone off her to ensure she’s not disturbed by anyone. You assure her, multiple times, that you’re not upset that she talked the record label into asking for your help. You know she was just trying to protect Colson from a stranger who wouldn’t understand him or what he needs. 

Still, the thought of going on tour makes your stomach twist into knots and a burning sensation begins in your throat. You can honestly say you’ve never had any desire to go on tour with your friends and it has absolutely nothing to do with you using Kells’ house while he’s gone, although that is a huge perk. The thought of going to all those different cities, different time zones, living out of a suitcase, eating nothing but greasy food and living off potato chips and coffee doesn’t appeal to you in any way. Of course, they always come back with wild stories from their time on the road but they also always look completely exhausted and a little irritated with each other. It’s the one time you get to hang out with each of them one on one because none of them like to see each other for at least a week after the tour is over.

The more you thought about it, the more you’d talked yourself out of going. That was until you spent an hour with Ashleigh’s cell. The thing did not shut up. Text messages, emails, phone calls, media updates. The thing was a notification love bomb. There were things about the tour, messages from Francis pressuring her about Colson’s latest behaviours. Rook had to drag him out of his car last night to stop him from driving while half-baked, half drunk and half belligerent about needing a burger at 3am. You can tell by the messages from Francis that Colson is on his last strike when it comes to the law. The last thing that he can afford is to be arrested again. No lawyer would be able to save him from his second arrest in a month.

You know you came into this group because of your friendship with Rook but everyone feels so important to you now that you feel like it’s your duty to help them in any way possible. Everyone has been trying their best to keep Colson in line and everyone up until this point has been struggling. That kind of made you wonder why Ashleigh thought how you getting involved could end any differently than anyone else so far. You make a mental note to ask her that question while you’re making some dinner for her to eat once she wakes up.

You place the spaghetti in a bowl on her bench and cover it in plastic wrap. You leave a post-it note on top of the food with a love heart and tidy your mess up. Once the dishes are done, you put her phone on Do Not Disturb with an hour timer and sneak it onto her bedside table before leaving. You drive in silence, not bothering to connect your phone to your ancient Bluetooth system, because you need your mind to be completely clear. You run through a list of pros and cons in your mind.

Pros: you’d get to spend time with all your favourite people, you’d get to see new cities, you’d actually be a part of a fun tour story instead of just hearing about it after the fact, you’d get to see Colson live in concert every night and see a whole new side to him, you’d make some money out of it.

Cons: tour hasn’t even started and you’re already exhausted by the thought of it, you don’t want to live out of a suitcase, you’d miss your own bed, you need to find a new job which you can’t do on the road, you have bills to pay, you have no one to look after your apartment or collect your mail, you don’t know if you’ll be able to handle spending so much time around Colson.

That last con has you almost calling Ashleigh to decline on the spot. When you first started hanging with Rook’s best friend you developed a crush, bad. Spending time with him was hard because there were all these things you wanted to do or say but you just had to bite your tongue and sit on your hands. Eventually, after pushing your feelings down hard enough, they began to lessen but it took a lot of effort on your part. Watching Colson parade a different woman around every weekend helped but still, it was hard. You’ve made it a point not to spend a lot of one on one time with him in order to keep your feelings in check but going on this tour for the sole purpose of keeping him out of trouble means spending a lot of time with him. 

You think you’ve come to the inevitable conclusion you were pretty sure was always going to be your answer, no, but then Ashleigh’s exhausted face crosses your mind. Your shoulders slump and you take a deep inhale. Pulling your car to a stop out the front of your apartment, you pull your phone out and dial Ashleigh’s number.

“Hey!” she answers on the third ring, sounding much chipper after her nap. “Thank you so much for the spaghetti, it was delicious!”

“Hey, you’re welcome. I wanted to give you my answer so you don’t have to spend the next 48 hours stressing.”

“Oh, please don’t rush on my account. Take your time. Francis gave you 48 hours for a reason, it’s a big decision,” she sounds absolutely terrified.

“I’ll do it.”

“Oh my god! Thank you so much Y/N! I owe you big time. I’ll call Francis straight away so they can organise your contract and pay,” she sounds almost giddy and her enthusiasm begins to rub off onto you.

“I’m just glad I can help alleviate some of your stress. I am worried about how I’m going to tell Kells that I’m coming as his official ‘handler’,” you chuckle but Ashleigh doesn’t laugh along with you.

“I’ll let Kells know you’re coming,” her tone is clipped like she’s annoyed you’d want to let him know yourself but then her voice relaxes a little. “I’m so excited you’re coming hun.”

“Me too,” you agree with a smile. 

You say your goodbyes and hang up the phone, suddenly feeling very unsure about your decision. Maybe you were acting a bit rash but you just can’t stand to see your friends struggling like Ashleigh was. You’re not 100% sure how you’re going to make her life any easier because you haven’t exactly been dealing with Colson like everyone else but you’ll have to just wing it and hope it works out.

Well…here goes nothing.

[bradshawsbaby]

Letters to My Love // Part IX

Dream A Little Dream Of Me

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Pairing: Bob Floyd x Female Reader

Summary: When you signed up to volunteer with the USO, you never anticipated that you would meet a man like Ensign Robert Floyd. Fate brings you together one balmy spring evening in Charleston—the night before Bob is set to ship off across the Atlantic. Pen and paper become your only means of sharing your heart with the naval aviator who’s captivated it, igniting a correspondence that spans the distance between you. Can love blossom even as war rages and thousands of miles keep you apart?

Word Count: 3.2k

Author’s Note: Bobby and Peach’s story continues! Hope you all enjoy this latest installment!

Set the Mood: If you’re looking for some 1940s vibes, check out the playlist I made to pair with the story.

The title of this chapter comes from the popular song of the same name. Click here to listen to the first ever recording of the song from 1931!

Dedication: As always, this story is dedicated to my dear friend, @luminousnotmatter​. Clara, thank you, thank you, thank you for your support of this story!

Warnings: Alternating POV, allusions to the physical and emotional cost of war, lots of sweet fluff.

April 28, 1943

Dearest Peach (or is it Cookie now?),

I have to tell you, this game of tag might just be the best version of the game I’ve ever played. I sure was surprised—and pleased, believe me—when I opened your last letter to find another photograph inside. The other fellas on the carrier are starting to grumble about how they hardly ever get photos from their girls back home, so you’ve managed to make me quite a big shot around here. Tommy Boy told me just the other day that word’s spreading about how “Floyd’s always getting these pictures from a pretty girl back stateside.” In all honesty, I think they’re just shocked that a gal as pretty as you would be writing to a boring guy from the sticks like me.

Now I don’t want you to think I’m gloating or anything when you send me photos, Peach—although your pretty face DOES deserve to be on billboards, in my humble opinion. It’s just that carriers are smaller than you’d think, in terms of news spreading around, It doesn’t help matters that Benny is always looking over my shoulder during Mail Call, and that when I opened your most recent letter, he stood up on our bench and shouted “Bobby Boy’s got another picture, fellas!” Don’t you worry, though. I tucked your photo into my pocket, right over my heart, and wouldn’t let any of the others see it, no matter how much they begged. Serves them right for being so nosy.

All that to say, it’s a wonderful picture and it brought a big old smile to my face to see how happy you all looked at Christmastime. Please send my highest compliments to Dottie. You and your sister look so much alike, you could both be Hollywood starlets. I especially love your matching smiles—prettier than the angel on top of the Christmas tree. And Frankie is the spitting image of Paddy, my goodness! It’s funny, Paul, Jr. looks just like Paul, too. Maybe the boys will both grow up and go to Annapolis together. You know, following in their fathers’ footsteps and all that. Wouldn’t that be something if they both joined the Navy one day?

Speaking of us “squids,” as our Marine brothers are so wont to call us, I’m glad to hear that you enjoyed the photos that I sent with my last letter. Tommy Boy and Benny have been bragging to anyone who will listen that you have our pictures displayed on your desk. I made the mistake of letting them know that you think they’re very handsome, but don’t worry, I kept it just between us that you think I’m the most handsome. They’re good guys and I wouldn’t want to go bruising their egos or anything like that.

Mike is the name of the fella on board who has the camera and took the pictures for us. He’s hoping he can get his hands on some more film soon so that he can take some more photographs while we’re over here. He likes to send them back home to his fiancee in Arkansas. He’s a solid guy, Mike is. He even told me he’d be happy to take some more pictures for me to send to you when he’s able to—if you’d like that, that is.

I’m glad to know that you don’t mind me writing a little bit about you to my family. I received a letter from my mother the same day I received your letter, and she said you sound like the loveliest girl and that you’re more than welcome on the Floyd farm anytime you happen to find yourself in Linn County, Iowa. When I was writing back to her, I didn’t have the heart to tell her that nobody just so happens to find themselves in Linn County, Iowa. But the offer still stands! My mama would be more than happy to bake you all the pumpkin pies your heart desires. And she’d be more than happy to hear about that peach cobbler recipe, too!

Paul wanted me to tell you that you have no reason to be embarrassed about the punch spill, and that, in fact, you should put it out of your mind completely. He’s sitting across me from right now as I write this, writing his own letter back home to Natasha and the kids. Clara’s just learning to recognize her letters and read some basic words, and Paul, Jr. can’t read at all yet of course, so Paul includes little drawings for them when he writes. Natasha says they love them, and that Clara always carries his letters around when they’re running errands to show off to all the neighbors. “Look at Daddy’s pictures!” she tells them. He really is a good artist, you know. One of these days, I’m going to have him draw something for you. Anything in particular you’d like to see?

Oh, please don’t be embarrassed about my overhearing that conversation! That’s the last thing I want you to feel. You have no reason to be embarrassed, Peach. If anything, it’s that Eddie guy who should feel embarrassed for doing that to a lady. But like you—and Dottie—said, everything happens for a reason. I believe that, too. And I believe that good things can come out of even the worst circumstances. Take this war, for example. It’s awful. There’s no sugarcoating it or making it sound better than it is. It’s just plain awful. In the time I’ve been over here, I’ve seen and heard things that I’ll never be able to forget, things that make you question how human beings can do such things to one another. But I’ve also seen instances of such heroism and bravery, of people doing all they can to stick their necks out for each other and see each other home safely, and I think that that’s got to count for something, too. Don’t you think so, Peach? I know you’re all doing your part back home, too, and that means the world to us over here. We can feel it, and we appreciate it more than you can know. So you see? Good things can still come out of the hard times.

Like you and me meeting, for another thing. I can’t say that I’m grateful for this war, but I am thankful that it brought us together and allowed our paths to cross that night in Charleston. I’ll always be thankful for that, Peach. Not a day goes by that I don’t count my lucky stars that Paul finally convinced me to go to that dance that night. It was the last place in the world I wanted to be, but it turned out to be just the place I needed to be. Everything happens for a reason, right?

Speaking of that night at the dance, I had a dream the other night about dancing with you, Peach. We were at the USO dance at first, but then we were suddenly on the beach. As a farm boy from Iowa, you can imagine that I haven’t spent much time on the beach in my lifetime. But I suppose my subconscious remembers all the beaches I saw in Charleston, because there we were, dancing in the sand while the waves were crashing in. Do you like going to the beach? Like I said, there’s none in landlocked Iowa, but I’d be more than happy to let you be my tour guide when it comes to the best beaches South Carolina and Georgia have to offer.

It’s funny, I don’t usually remember my dreams, but I remember that one quite vividly. I woke up thinking I could still taste saltwater on my tongue and feel you in my arms. Maybe that sounds a little silly, but it’s true. It was the best dream I’ve ever had, I’m sure of it.

It does sound like little Frankie is quite the mischief-maker! Hiding keys already? Something tells me he’s going to give Dottie and Paddy a run for their money when he gets older! From everything you’ve told me, I really do think he and Paul, Jr. would make the best of friends. I imagine the two of them would get into even more mischief than Paul and I did when we were growing up!

Gosh, I wish more than anything that I could be there dancing with you, Peach. But I’m holding the thought of you dancing to “We’ll Meet Again” real close to my heart until we really can meet again. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to hear that song without thinking of you now.

Please do keep me updated on your Victory Garden efforts! I’m looking forward to hearing all about it. Believe me, no one could have a browner thumb than me—just ask Paul, Natasha, and pretty much my entire family—so I’m sure you and Dottie will do a wonderful job!

And Happy Belated Easter, Peach! I hope you had a lovely day with your family. We actually had a bit of exciting news that reached us on Easter Sunday. The Royal Navy sent word that they managed to sink a German U-boat off the coast of [REDACTED], which is hopefully a good sign for all the rest of us. I hope this war comes to an end soon. It feels like we’ve been fighting forever.

I hope that the South Carolina sunshine is treating you right, and that you’re safe and well. I can’t wait until your next letter arrives (I’ll try to keep Benny from looking over my shoulder next time).

Most Truly Yours,

Bobby

May 24, 1943

My Dear Bobby,

Don’t worry, it’s still Peach to you, and it always will be. Frankie is learning so many new words every day that I’m sure I’ll only be Aunt Cookie for a little while longer. But I’d like to stay Peach for a good long while, if that’s alright with you.

I’m sorry to disappoint all the fellas on the carrier—particularly Benny—by not including any new photographs with this letter. I’ll try to amend that next time. But I absolutely do not believe that it should come as any kind of shock to anyone that you and I write to one another, Bobby. Boring? Who would dare call you boring? I’ll not have you talking about yourself like that, Robert Floyd, do you hear me? I could just as easily say that the people back in Charleston would be shocked to learn that a handsome naval aviator is writing to a girl as shy and mousey as me, but I know you wouldn’t like that. Just like I don’t like hearing you talk badly about yourself. So let’s promise one another we won’t do that anymore, hm?

Dottie sends profuse thanks for your sweet words about the Christmas photo—she actually blushed when I told her what you’d written! And I could tell that Paddy was all puffed up with pride when I told him that you thought Frankie looked just like him. Dottie agrees with you wholeheartedly, by the way. “Both my boys are so handsome!” she declared. I think Paddy blushed a little bit at that, though he’d never admit it.

My goodness, imagine Frankie and Paul, Jr. both joining the Navy when they’re older? I think you’re quite right that they’d make excellent friends—but heaven help the Navy with the double trouble those two would bring with all their mischief-making!

By the way, I asked Paddy about that nickname you said the Marines like to use—squids? I’ve never seen my brother-in-law turn so red so fast! “Oh, what do they know?” he demanded, waving his hands in the air. “They’re just a bunch of jarheads!” Squids? Jarheads? I never realized there was such a rivalry between you! No wonder the sailors and the Marines seem to stay on opposite sides of the room whenever the USO hosts an event! I hope you know that I don’t think you’re a squid, Bobby. But if you were, you’d be the cutest squid in the seven seas.

You’re very considerate not to bruise Tommy Boy’s and Benny’s egos, so thank you very much for keeping our little secret. Emily came over the other day—she’s still so excited about the wedding and she wanted me to help her go over some details—and she saw the pictures of you and the boys on my desk. She remembered Paul from the night of the dance, and she thought the rest of you looked familiar, too. She said to pass along her best wishes, and I passed along your congratulations on her and Eddie’s engagement. I hope you don’t mind.

That’s very sweet of your friend, Mike to offer to take more photos for you! Of course I’d love for you to send more, if you’re able to! Being able to see that you’re okay, even with all the miles and a war between us, makes me so happy.

Your mama is most generous and kind to extend that invitation! While I can’t say that I have any reason to be in Linn County, Iowa at the moment, I will be certain to look up the Floyd family farm if ever I should happen to be in town. And please let your mama—and all of your family—know that, should they ever find themselves in Charleston, South Carolina, the Sheridan residence is always open to them. Your mama and I can swap recipes. I know Dottie would love that.

I couldn’t help smiling from ear to ear when I read the part of your letter where you talked about Paul’s drawings for Clara and Paul, Jr.! What a wonderful father he is! And an artist, too? I’m very impressed! Not to mention thankful to him for his unending kindness. I can see why the two of you are the best of friends—you both have the same good hearts. Hmm, now as for what kind of drawing I would like, I suppose that would depend on what Paul specializes in. Does he do portraits? In that case, I’d like to see him draw one of you. Does he draw cartoons? I can only imagine how he’d portray a conversation between Tommy Boy and Benny. If neither of those, then perhaps Paul can draw me some peaches—I always think of you now, Bobby, whenever I eat them.

Oh, Bobby. Yes, I do believe it counts for something when people try to hold onto their goodness in the midst of so much evil and bad. We know so little of what you’re facing over there beyond the small bits that we read in the newspaper or hear on the radio. I can’t even begin to imagine what it’s like to be living in it every day. I wish that I could hold you tight and make all the bad memories go away. But since I can’t, I’m glad to know that you’re able to find the glimpses of good where you can.

Without a doubt, everything happens for a reason, and I believe there’s a reason that you and I met that night, Bobby. Maybe a reason that’s bigger than you and I can ever understand. I’m grateful that our paths crossed, too. So, so grateful. I know this might sound silly considering we’ve only actually been together in person for a few hours, but you’ve helped me come out of my shell more than you can know. I’ve always been so shy, Bobby. Painfully so. It’s not easy for me to talk to new people, or people that I don’t know very well. It’s especially not easy for me to talk to handsome boys like you. But that night at the dance and during our walk on King Street—you made me feel seen, Bobby. And heard. Hardly anyone outside my family has ever made me feel that way. And then we started writing letters to each other and you’ve just been so easy to talk to, so easy to share my heart with. Thank you for that, Bobby. It means more to me than you can possibly imagine. So yes, I thank my lucky stars for that night, too.

Did you really have a dream about me? I’m blushing to think so, but now I don’t feel so shy to tell you that I’ve dreamed about you, too. In my dream, we were back at the ice cream parlor on King Street, sharing an ice cream sundae with lots of whipped cream and cherries on top. When you come home, we’ll have to take a drive to Folly Beach and get ice cream on the pier. I’ll be counting down the days until it happens!

Now speaking of our Victory Garden, Dottie and I are quite proud of the effort we put in this year! You’d think the two of us were a couple of regular old farm girls. We spent about a week or so clearing out the beds from last year and resoiling them. One of our neighbors, Mrs. Patterson had a beautiful garden last year, so she gave us a lot of helpful advice. We ended up planting beans, carrots, cucumbers, and tomatoes. It’s still a little too early to tell how they’ll end up, but they look promising so far! I think you’d be proud of us!

Things here on the homefront have been a little tricky as of late. I’m not sure if word has gotten over to you boys across the Atlantic, but some of the coal miners went on strike last month. It caused a bit of a crisis with regard to production and manufacturing. President Roosevelt delivered a fireside chat discussing the crisis earlier this month. He tried to remind all of us that it’s our patriotic duty to continue working and to do what we can for the war effort. I think Paddy was a bit worried about it, but the government has since taken control of the coal mines, and so we haven’t heard much more about it.

I want so badly to do my part for the war effort, Bobby. I think of you and Paul and Tommy Boy and Benny and all the others, risking your lives across the ocean to defend all of us back home. I want to do something, no matter how small, that can contribute and make a difference. There have been lots of women going to work in the factories ever since we entered the war. Some of them are filling their husbands’ and brothers’ positions while they’re off fighting. Paddy mentioned that they’re actually looking to fill civilian positions at Naval Air Station Charleston. It’s harder because of the background checks required, but I’d have a leg up, being Paddy’s sister-in-law. I’ve been thinking about asking Paddy to help me apply for a position. Do you think I should, Bobby? If it could be of any help to you and all the other men, I’d really like to give it a try. What do you think?

That’s wonderful news about the Royal Navy! Every time I hear about the Allies pushing further into Europe, or defeating our enemies in some way, it gives me a thrill of hope that maybe this all really will be over soon. I hope so, Bobby. I really hope so.

Even though there’s a few thousand miles between us, I hope you can feel all the good thoughts I’m sending your way. I can’t wait until I get your next letter. I always look forward to them.

Until next time, Bobby!

Most Affectionately Yours,

Peach

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WIPs Word Search

I've been tagged in two of these now - thanks @thisonesatellite & @xoxobuckybarnes - so I am going to combine the two into one (but I only have two WIPs to work from, so it'll be interesting to see if I can split the prompts down the middle or not).

Green: There’s something about planning, filming, and piecing together video clips that’s always excited Bucky, and it’s pretty much exactly what the opening video for their Glastonbury performance is - just a longer video clip. It’s pretty much fully filmed - the solo parts were mostly filmed on a soundstage in front of a green screen anyway, and all of the group shots were done in London either on location or with more green screens. There’s no talking by any of the band, so that made it easier, and it had actually been a lot of fun to film because they’d had enough explosions to rival a Hollywood blockbuster. All that’s really left now is to make sure the scenes look good, and the music matches the action.

Spoon: Breakfast is a bowl of cereal. He eyes the kettle with suspicion, but decides that’s a battle for another day. He’s not entirely sure how to use the coffee press, and there’s no room on the tiny counter for a coffee machine anyway. He drops the bowl in the sink, and is three steps away before he remembers that there’s no one else to actually wash it for him anymore. He wonders if there’s any point in filling the whole sink, small though it might be, for just one bowl and one spoon. Surely not. A couple of drops of detergent in the bowl, and a rinse with hot water later, he leaves the now-clean bowl on the tiny drying rack and heads for the bathroom.

Art: He knows Steve loves art galleries and history, and that he refuses to watch the news in case he learns of another art gallery or historical monument being destroyed. He knows Steve had asthma as a kid, that his ma was a single omega in a rough neighborhood and they couldn’t afford a television so he would sneak into the old movie theater which only played black and white films, which is why Steve knows next to nothing about pop culture except for some very niche references to movies from the 40s. 

Everything: Steve can only stare, heart thumping as he soaks it in as best he can, glad he’s comfy as all hell on his couch in their living room with the AC on even as he wishes he could be there.  He listens to the tracks, everything sounding even better than he had imagined that it could live, the performance not marred by any bad sound technician issues - though Steve had been sure it wouldn’t be.  The 107’s team were damn good, and Bucky was too much of a perfectionist to allow anything but the best, especially for something so important as this.

Sharp: Bucky cuts him off with a kiss, biting down on his lower lip with sharp teeth, soothing the sting with a swipe of his tongue. “I trust you,” he whispers against Steve’s mouth. 

Interesting: “It was certainly interesting to see you getting a dressing down like that,” Maria admits. “Every time I’ve seen someone try in the past, you’ve just walked away from them.”

“It was Steve,” he says, as though that explains anything. 

Eyeroll: “Cinderella lost her shoe, not her feet,” Wanda says from behind them, making Darcy jump. 

“I told you!” Bucky laughs. “I told you it was Cinderella’s shoe, but you didn’t believe me!”

Wanda rolls her eyes goodnaturedly. “Are you hungry? Logan made a stack of snacks earlier; they’re in the kitchen.” 

Well, this certainly made me realise that I use some phrasing more often than I'm overly happy with (and also using the search function on a 400+ page document in google docs on an older model laptop will almost make the laptop sieze up), but it was fun to look through my work.

No pressure tags for @buckybarnesdeservestobehappy @zenaidamacrouras1 @oh-i-swear-writes @musette22 and anyone else who wants to join in. Your words are: patch, behave, loud, genuine

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I never knew I was missing you 5/9

Jake is just trying to find a connection. Shame the guy he connects with the most is lying about his identity online; because he sure as hell isn't A-list Hollywood star Bradley Bradshaw.

ONE TWO THREE FOUR

PART FIVE

                They have a date. Legitimate plans with an actual day and time to meet in less than two days’ time. He doesn’t get why he’s so nervous, because they can clearly talk each other’s ears off, and find each other attractive. But there’s the fact that Bradley could have anyone. Jake’s never been one to lack when it comes to self-esteem or confidence, but he’s pretty sure he’s allowed to feel a little intimidated. He’s good at what he does, but he isn’t rich and famous. His lifestyle and career don’t lend themselves to being a present boyfriend. Not that he’s ever really tried before.

                He’d said he was looking for something a bit heavier than a one-night stand, but he’s not sure what he and Bradley are going to achieve in under four weeks when his leave is over. He guesses they’re probably going to have to talk about it, which leaves his stomach feeling unbearably queasy. Trying a relationship with a normal person has never worked out for him before, trying one with someone whose lifestyle is so vastly different from his own, that can only be more challenging. Not that he ever backs down from a challenge, but…

                Shit.

                He’s going to end up spiraling. What he really needs is to talk to Javy, have someone to either bring him back to Earth or slap some sense into him. Maybe both. Except he doesn’t want to share the fact that he’s been talking to the real Bradley Bradshaw without checking with Bradley first and he hasn’t even gone more than an hour without wanting to call him. Maybe a message is better, won’t disturb him if he’s busy doing something. Although, if what Neil had been grumbling about Bradley has been haunting his own house and mooning over his phone.

                Mooning over Jake.

                Okay. Maybe things aren’t as dire as he thought. What is Mama Machado always telling him, not to go borrowing trouble?

>>Can I tell me best friend about you?

                He goes and makes himself something to eat, refuses to stare at his phone just waiting for Bradley to answer. It buzzes on the coffee table and he lets himself ignore it for all of ten seconds before he’s rushing to pick it up, can’t help the grin when he sees it’s Bradley messaging him back.

>>Didn’t you already?

>>Yeah well, but now I can tell him it’s actually you. For real.

>>Oh. Yeah. Of course. Tell him I say hi.

>>Okay?

>>Only polite.

>>I want your friends to like me.

                Jakes snorts and then he’s flushes with the realization that Bradley thinks this, whatever it is, is going to last long enough that they’re going to meet each other’s friends. Sure he’s meeting Bradley at his house, and meeting Neil and Callie because they live with Bradley, but… Okay. He’s no longer catastrophizing everything in his own head. Bradley is worried about making a good impression. That’s fucking adorable.

>>They’ll like you fine. Probably think you’re too nice for me.

>>Well.

>>They’d be wrong. I can be an asshole when I want to be.

>>I’m really looking forward to seeing you.

>>Me too. 36 hours or so right?

>>Yeah. Bring an overnight bag.

>>I have plenty of spare rooms.

                Jake’s grinning at his phone, his reflection distorted in the screen and he doesn’t fucking care. Bradley has a lot more to lose than him and he’s just laying it all out on the table.

>>And if I don’t want to?

>>Don’t want to what?

>>Sleep in a spare room.

>>Is it the sleeping part or the spare room part you’re having issue with?

>>Both to be honest.

>>Well, I’ll see what I can do about those when I see you.

>>Well, now I’m really looking forward to seeing you.

>>Good. I’ve got to go, Neil is making me do a workout and says I’m wasting precious seconds talking to you.

>>Go. Don’t want you getting in trouble.

>>Yeah. Not like he can ground me, but he does know where I sleep.

                Jake bites his lip and feels like he’s so glad no one can see him right now, because soon he’ll also know where Bradley sleeps, will be sharing the space with him. His stomach has gone from feeling queasy to sheer unbridled excitement, the adrenaline high of knowing something good is coming his way. He feels a lot more settled having had the brief conversation, his cheeks aching a little from the fact he’s been smiling so much. He thumbs through to Javy’s contact and presses the call icon.

                “Jake. Hey man. Everything okay?”

                “Yeah. Everything’s great. Fine. Peachy.” There’s nothing on the other end but silence and Jake pulls a face, because he does actually mean it, and he doesn’t need Javy to talk sense into him any more, but he does want to share this new development with his best friend. “How are you?”

                “I’m good. Waiting for my best –”

                “I have a date with Bradley Bradshaw,” Jake interrupts, unable to hold back.

                “Uh… you mean the guy pretending to be Bradley Bradshaw right?”

                “No. The actual real one.”

                “Jake. I can’t tell if you’re trying to take the piss or you’re actually meeting up with this weird guy you’ve been chatting with…”

                “Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Both. It’s both. Wait. No it’s not. I’m serious. The guy is actually Bradley Bradshaw and we’ve been, uh, you know, chatting, for the last couple of weeks…”

                “Chatting? Flirting you mean…”

                “Yeah. And more.”

                “Oh holy shit… wait. How do you know it’s actually him?”

                “Video call. And then another video call…” Jake supplies, thinking back to the video calls in question.

                “I… don’t think I’m going to ask for details.”

                “Good call,” Jake says with a slightly hysterical laugh, because he hasn’t felt this happy in a while.

                “Holy shit. Are you serious?”

                “Yeah. I was kind of freaking out a little. Not any more.”

                “Oh my god. You really like him…”

                “So what if I do? I just…”

                “Yeah. He already likes you back. Enough to be chatting with you for over two weeks.”

                “Yeah.”

                “So, you need to stop freaking the fuck out. He already likes you.”

                “Yeah, he does… but I’m not freaking out. Not anymore.”

                “Only you though. Getting a date with a Hollywood star through a fucking dating app. Pure dumb luck.”

                “Pure talent all the way through.”

                “Yeah. Talent for bullshit.”

…            …            …

                Bradley has to work, interviews and some media appearances which is why they’ve had to delay meeting until tomorrow. He’s been gifted with Bradley’s home address, surprised to find it in Capistrano Beach, which makes him less than an hour away. It means Jake doesn’t have to fight through LA traffic. He adds it to his list of questions he wants to ask, although it’s behind the list of things he wants to do. Of course, he’ll follow Bradley’s lead, but if it’s up to him he’s going to shoot for the stars. Or this one star in particular.

                A knock to his door startles him, because he’s not expecting anyone, plus he’s in temporary base housing so it’s not like a lot of people know where he is. He opens it to find Maverick standing there, peering at him through the screen door which Jake pushes open with his other hand.

                “Maverick. Hi. What are you doing here?”

                “Just thought I’d pop in and surprise you…”

                “Uh. Okay. Come on in. Can I get you something to drink?” Jake offers, stepping back and watching with a little confusion as Maverick takes his boots off and shrugs off his jacket.

                “What have you got?”

                “Uh… not a lot to be honest. Some beer or water?”

                “No bottles of vodka or whiskey lying around?”

                “Uh, no. Sorry?”

                It’s not even midday. Why the fuck would Maverick want vodka or whiskey. Hell, even beer at this time of day is unusual.

                “Hmm. So… what have you been doing during your leave so far?”

                Jake opens his mouth, blinks, shuts his mouth.

                ��What?”

                “What have you been up to?”

                “Just… hanging out. Why?”

                “No… drug fuelled orgies or parties which you don’t remember the next day?”

                “What the fuck?”

                “Huh. Kids these days are so boring.”

                “Mav, are you okay?”

                Surely Mav is too old to be having a midlife crisis? Jake wouldn’t know, not being that fucking old.

                “I’m good. Fine. Just… thought I’d come and get to know you better.”

                “Uh…” Would it be rude to ask why? And why it was alcohol and drug fueled parties he asked about first? “What did you want to know?” Jake asks carefully.

                “Did you know I have a godson? Little bit older than you.”

                “No. I didn’t know that.”

                “Do you have a good relationship with you parents kid?”

                Jake grits his teeth and reminds himself that Maverick doesn’t mean to be disrespectful by calling him kid. To Maverick he is a kid probably, and he just said he had a godson older than Jake. Also Jake does not have a good relationship with his family and he really prefers not to talk about it.

                “No. I don’t. They’re… it’s complicated. Lets just say it’s best if I don’t darken their door.”

                Maverick’s eyes snap up at that, he sees a flash of something, wishes he knew Maverick better so he could figure out what it was.

                “Is it the gay thing?”

                “Definitely doesn’t help,” Jake sighs, wonders where the hell this is going and is suddenly linking it with the alcohol and drug fueled orgy questions and he pulls back slightly. “Uh. What’s with you? Why the sudden interest?”

                “Oh. Well. Cards on the table I guess. I was thinking of setting you up with my godson.”

                “Oh. Uh… Thanks but…” Jake starts, already shaking his head.

                “He’s a good looking kid –”

                “Mav, I’m kind of… not available.”

                “Really? Since when?”

                “Uh. It’s new, but I’m… really looking forward to seeing where it goes.”

                “Really? Who is it? Do I know them?”

                “This feels sort of weird, you asking me all these questions. But no, you don’t know them.”

                “Hmm. Interesting. Come on kid, let's go get some lunch and you can tell me all about it.”

SIX

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aurora’s showing swiss the pretty new dress she bought for herself, twirling around in circles and letting the bottom fan out, pretending she’s marilyn monroe from the pictures she’s seen in old hollywood magazines. she looks so pretty in it. smooth, shiny black satin and a tiny little bow right above the swell of her breasts. if you look hard enough there’s a very faint cheetah pattern hidden in the black. almost invisible. the bottom hem stops high on her thighs, almost too short to wear out, but that’s never been a problem before so why would it be one now?

swiss is doing a good job of keeping his hands to himself as he sits back comfortably against the headboard of his bed. neither of them expected he would be able to control himself, but he simply doesn’t want to ruin the serene moment they’re sharing and stop her from giving him a little show. besides, she really does look beautiful in it. her pink hair falls down along her back in loose curls and she still has a bit of mascara left on her eyes from the night before. she looks herself over, ignoring how golden eyes devour her backside as he watches from afar, and swiss pretends that she came in to his room to show him, to let him look over her curves and the way the shiny fabric falls like water over different parts of her body as she twists and turns, posing for the large standing mirror that leans up against the wall. 

“it’s nice,” he says, a genuine smile on his lips, and he gives her body another once over with his eyes before he swings his long legs over the side of the bed and takes the few short steps to loom behind her. from this angle his head is out of the reach of the mirror’s reflection and aurora has to twist her head up to get a good look at him to make sure his little compliment is genuine and not just an excuse to touch it for the first time.

it is, but she pretends for her own sake that it’s not.

“thank you,” she replies and looks back to her own reflection, running her tiny hands down over her belly to watch how her silhouette looks in it. the little bit of fat there always makes swiss a little crazy. when he hums, more than pleased with the sight, she tilts her chin up and winks, “i think so too.”

the multi ghoul huffs in feigned disbelief and watches with her as her manicured hands trace down her sides, pulling the fabric taut around her hips. she turns around, twisting her head to watch how it looks when she pulls it tight around her ass and swiss tsks, brows raised towards his hairline. 

“that’s nice too.”

“imagine how fat rain’s bubble butt would look in this dress. cirrus’ hips? oh satan below, lus in general? i’d cream.” 

she continues to oggle her own ass, even giving it a little shake and a bounce on the balls of her feet to watch how it moves and swiss gets a little closer, bending at the waist just a bit to be able to crack a hand right across her left cheek and make her yelp in surprise. he eases the sting the best way he knows how: grabbing a chunk of it and kneading. 

“watch the claws,” she says, the pain forgotten in regards to retaining the pristine condition of the dress. one of her hands grabs at his wrist but he doesn't let go. 

“it’s brand new, swiss.” 

he rolls his eyes and gives her ass another good shake before letting his hands trail upwards to her waist. 

“yeah, yeah, i get it, princess. but if i mess it up i'll just buy you a new one…” 

she’s about to argue something back about the pretty penny she’d spent on it and another thing about how long it took to ship to the abbey when swiss flexes his fingers around the smallest part of her middle and tosses her up over her shoulder like she weighs nothing at all. she flops over him like a sack of potatoes and sighs in defeat, letting her arms hang down along his back, because she’s been in this position enough times to know that it's ultimately up to him for whenever she gets to touch the ground again. 

“don’t ruin the dress,” she mumbles into the fabric of his shirt, and lifts her head up slightly when she notices how the multi ghoul’s gone a little silent. and oddly still. “swiss?”

and he’d gone a little quiet for a good reason. 

upon picking the ghoulette up, the already short hem of her dress had ridden up even more, exposing her ass and everything else underneath like it was christmas morning. and what does he see? a very surprising lack of panties underneath that pretty, black fabric. 

“swiss?” she asks again, dragging out his name and pinching his ass. 

there’s another moment of nothingness. 

“i’m ruining the dress.”

“noooo!”