#also i was already stressing for the trip to the airport

[tenrose]

It's my last day in Ireland already 🥹

[svt-luna]

hi! i really adore each member’s dynamic with luna 🫶 can i request for a chapter where the group’s over protectiveness comes to action when it comes to luna? it can be any member you prefer. thank you!

(pls keep on writing i really love ur blog 🤗)

ᡴꪫ ⋆ All EYES ON HER: SEVENTEEN’S ULTIMATE PROTECTIVE MOMENTS ࣪ ! ˓ ౨ৎ ࣪˖ ─── now playing…

synopsis: A compilation on the countless times the members have fiercely protected Luna, proving that anyone who messes with her has an entire team to answer to.

hello!! I apologize for taking so long with this request, it took a long time for me to get to it but finally, it’s here now. you didn’t specify what kind I should do, so I decided on a youtube compilation instead, I hope you don’t mind! happy reading, my loves 🤍💛

╰ ౨ৎ LUNA-VERSE MASTERLIST ╰ ౨ৎ youtube compilations

[added captions are in brackets] ᡣ𐭩

bold dialogues are spoken in english ᡣ𐭩

indented italics are additional voice overs ᡣ𐭩

Ah yes, folks, welcome to this episode of ‘How SEVENTEEN is Basically Luna’s Private Army at This Point.’

I mean, if you didn’t already know, our girl Luna isn’t just the 14th member of SEVENTEEN— no, no, she’s also the epitome of princess treatment.

Miss thing, is protected by her 13 bodyguards… I mean, bandmates.

I cannot stress this enough… the amount of times these guys circle around her like she’s made of glass is honestly a whole genre of content at this point.

You’d think they signed a secret contract that says, ‘Thou shalt not let Luna so much as trip on a pebble or breathe near a stalker without at least five of us nose-diving in front of her.’

I’m starting to think they all have a group chat where their one goal is: ‘Keep Luna safe. At all costs.’ I mean, the devotion is real, people.

Anyway, buckle up because we’re diving into SEVENTEEN’s ultimate protective moments over the years. From stage accidents to creepy fan encounters— these boys do it all. *swoons*

So grab your popcorn, maybe a tissue, and get ready to witness Luna being treated like the literal K-pop princess that she is.

LUNA’S AIRPORT SASAENG INCIDENT

I feel like this video itself just shows you how much the members are super protective of Luna.

On a side note, y’all weirdos really need to leave them the fuck alone

The airport was abuzz with the usual energy that seemed to follow SEVENTEEN everywhere they went. Fans had gathered on the other side of the barricades, screaming, phones flashing, as they tried to capture every moment of the members’ journey to the gate.

It was early— too early for most of the members to be anything but a little groggy. They had a long flight ahead to Seattle for their ‘Be the Sun’ tour concert, and it showed in the occasional yawn, tired smiles, and slow movements as they waited in line to enter their gate.

Luna stood in the middle of the line, nestled between Wonwoo, who was in front of her, and Seungcheol, who lingered protectively behind.

[In just a few seconds you guys would see how Choi Seungcheol became my bias]

[on a side note… look how hot he looks 😩 DADDY!]

Luna was chatting quietly with Wonwoo about the new show she was watching late last night, her voice calm as she ran through the reason why she got zero sleep.

Everything felt routine.

The members bowed and waved occasionally to the fans and cameras across the barricades, but it was all in the usual ebb and flow of their lives on tour. There was nothing unusual about the morning, just the soft hum of their conversations and the distant screams of their loyal Carats.

[I love how they still try their best to greet Carats despite being so tired 🥹]

And then it happened.

In the middle of her sentence, Luna was cut off by the sound of a man’s voice— a deep, rough yell from somewhere beyond the barricade. He was shouting her name, which wasn’t entirely strange. Fans often called out to her, but there was something different in the way this man shouted. It wasn’t the excited, breathless tone of a fan. It was urgent, desperate, and far too aggressive.

[guys I’m being so fr rn, this clip till this day pisses me the fuck off]

Before Luna or anyone else could process what was happening, there was a sudden movement from their side.

Out of nowhere, the man broke past security and somehow made it too close, far closer than any fan should’ve been allowed. He wasn’t behind the barricades anymore— he was there, within arm’s reach of the members.

[LOOK AT THIS FUCKING BUM]

[If I see him istg it’s on sight]

[I didn’t bother blurring his face cause… why should I?!]

The air around them shifted, the fans behind the barricades screaming in shock, but it was too late. Luna didn’t have time to turn and see him before she felt it.

A tight grip suddenly clamped down on her right arm.

It was jarring, a harsh pull that yanked her back, shocking her out of the moment. The man— eyes wild and frantic— was tugging her towards him, shouting about how much he loved her. “Luna, Jiyeon-ah! You don’t understand, I love you! I’m in love with you! I need you to know! I’m obsessed with you!”

[yeah we can tell, loser]

Luna’s breath hitched in her throat. The world around her blurred as the fans screamed louder, their voices tinged with panic. For a split second, her brain froze, and she couldn’t fully process what was happening. The man’s hand was too tight, too rough, and before she could pull away, she felt herself being dragged towards him.

[look at her face, motherfucker! look at how scared she looks]

[TWICE HER SIZE AND HE FUCKING YANKS HER]

But then, in an instant, everything shifted again.

Before Luna could even react, she felt a firm grip around her waist— a strong, grounding force pulling her back from the man’s grasp.

[IT’S THE SPEED!! IT WAS THE WAY HE REACTED!!]

[CHEOLIE’S REFLEXES ARE NEXT LEVEL]

[🫠🫠🫠]

Seungcheol, who had been just behind her, moved like a flash, his expression steely as his arm looped securely around her. His fingers pressed tightly against her waist, holding her in place, but his other hand wasn’t idle. With a swift, practiced motion, Seungcheol reached out and grabbed the man’s arm, yanking it away from Luna with more strength than the man had anticipated.

“Let go.” Seungcheol’s voice was firm, sharp with authority but calm, almost dangerously calm, as he shoved the man’s hand off her with little effort.

[GOODBYE WORLD]

[I– no words… there are no words]

[Honestly, if I were that sasaeng, I’d just tell my heart to stop right then and there]

[Choi Seungcheol is scary wbk]

At the same time, Wonwoo had spun around, his eyes dark with alarm. His hand immediately found Luna’s, grasping her left hand firmly as he pulled her back to safety, away from the chaos. The sudden switch from casual conversation to this whirlwind of confusion sent a surge of adrenaline through him. His usually stoic face was a mixture of concern and anger as he held Luna’s hand tighter, making sure she wasn’t being pulled any further.

[brb I’m gonna cry]

[Wonwoo was holding onto her for dear life]

The sasaeng stumbled backward as Seungcheol released him, but it wasn’t over yet.

The moment Seungcheol tore the man’s hand off Luna’s arm, the rest of the members immediately closed in, surrounding her like a protective shield.

[They look so worried 🥺]

[Jiyeon is so loved]

Security finally rushed in, grabbing the man and pulling him away from the members, the fans still screaming in horror and disbelief at what had just unfolded.

[Also what took y’all so fucking long 😠]

Seungcheol barely had time to check her well-being before he was pushed back into action, taking control of the situation as the leader.

As the fans continued to scream in both shock and confusion, Jeonghan was by Luna’s side in an instant, his face painted with worry. His hand hovered near her shoulder as he looked her over, asking softly, “Are you okay?” before Mingyu stepped up beside him, eyes scanning her for any sign of distress.

“I’m okay,” Luna nodded as she shook caressed the now red flesh of her right arm.

[MY PRONOUNS ARE J.E.O.N.G.N.A RAHHHH]

The members formed a tight circle around her, creating a barrier between Luna and the crowd as they took turns asking her if she was alright. Jeonghan, Mingyu, Seungkwan, Dino, Wonwoo, and Dokyeom stood close, their faces unusually serious, while Minghao, Joshua, and Vernon kept a vigilant eye on the situation, making sure no one else could get close. Even Woozi, Jun, and Hoshi, who had been half-asleep just moments ago, were now alert and focused, standing protectively near her.

[they baracaded her real fast]

[THIS IS HOW THE SECRET SERVICE REACTS WHEN THERE IS A THREAT TO THE FUCKING PRESIDENT]

[WE LOVE TO SEE IT]

Luna, is still in shock. Her heart pounded in her chest, her mind still trying to catch up with what had just happened. The touch of the man’s rough hand still lingered on her skin, but the warmth and safety of her members anchored her in the present, pulling her out of the chaos and fear.

Meanwhile, off to the side, fans caught a glimpse of Seungcheol in full leader mode, visibly angry as he appeared to scold their security team.

[HE IS SO FUCKING HOT FOR THIS 🥵]

[THIS👏 MAN 👏 DOESN’T 👏 PLAY 👏 WHEN 👏 IT 👏 COMES 👏 TO 👏 HIS 👏 MEMBERS]

Seungcheol’s body language was sharp and commanding, hands gesturing firmly as he instructed them on how to handle the situation. No one could hear exactly what he was saying, but it was clear from his tone and expression that he was furious. His jaw clenched, his eyes steely, he pointed toward the barricades and the area where the man had broken through, making sure there would be no more mistakes.

[blah, blah, blah, proper name, place name…]

[What I’d give to hear what he’s saying rn]

Fans watching from the other side couldn’t help but be struck by how protective and authoritative he was, silently appreciating the way SEVENTEEN took care of their own.

Once all that was taken care of, Seungcheol finally turned back and glanced down at Luna, his voice now softer but still firm. “You okay?” His eyes scanned her for any signs of distress or injury as he gently caressed her arm, his brows furrowed with concern.

[WHERE DO YOU GET A MAN LIKE THIS?!]

[I’m in love with him it’s not funny anymore 😔]

Luna nodded slowly, though her heart was still racing. “I’m okay, Cheollie… thank you,” she managed to whisper, her voice shaky but steadying.

“Thank you, Wonwoo oppa,” Luna turned to the man next to her who gave her a silent not, clearly still disturbed.

But Seungcheol wasn’t fully convinced she was fine… none of the members did. They could tell from how she twisted the rings on her fingers.

Seungcheol placed his arm around her shoulders, keeping her close as they moved forward, ensuring she was safe and that the man was well out of reach. Meanwhile, the rest of the members hovered around her. Jeonghan was beside her, now holding her hand, his grip tight and his presence still solid and reassuring.

[HAVE I MENTIONED I LOVE JEONGNA]

[the way Cheol and Han kept holding her till they entered their gate 🥹]

The fans, who had just witnessed the entire event, were still in a state of shock, but now their screams had shifted. Instead of panic, there were chants of Luna’s name, filled with concern and admiration for how the members especially Seungcheol and Wonwoo had handled the situation.

It was only then, as the adrenaline began to fade, that Luna realized just how much she had been relying on them. Without them, without their quick thinking and protective instincts, she didn’t want to think about what could’ve happened.

‘FEAR’ WARDROBE MALFUNCTION IN JAPAN

The concert in Japan was in full swing, the arena lights flashing to the heavy beat of SEVENTEEN’s ‘Fear’ as they performed for thousands of cheering fans.

[Another one of my favorite clips, ladies and gentlemen]

The energy in the air was electric, the members synchronized perfectly with their intense choreography and sharp vocals. Luna was in the center of the stage, dressed in a sleek black attire that matched the rest of the members— black leather pants that accentuated her legs accompanied by a black sleeveless top with a zipper running down the back.

[MOM LOOKS HOT BTW 🥵]

The moment was flawless— until it wasn’t.

In the midst of a spin, as she did the choreography with the rest of the members, Luna felt the distinct sensation of her zipper giving way.

A chill ran down her spine as the entire back of her top unzipped, fully exposing her skin. Her black top was now hanging loose, barely held together by the fabric at the front.

But Luna, ever the professional, didn’t miss a beat. Her face remained fierce and intense, completely matching the dark, brooding mood of the song. Not a flicker of panic crossed her expression as she continued to sing, her voice steady, her movements sharp. Her body flowed with the choreography as if nothing was wrong, even though her mind was racing.

[her top was literally hanging by a thread]

[I don’t know how she does it. I would have panicked]

[It’s a good thing the zipper was at her back 🫥]

Some of the members noticed almost immediately. Being behind her in the formation, they had a clear view of her exposed back. Hoshi, who was a few steps to the side, caught a glimpse of her loose top during a turn, his eyes widening slightly in realization— however, he was a few steps too far to do anything about it.

Just as they transitioned to another part of the routine, Luna shifted her glance to the side and locked eyes with Dokyeom, who was right behind her. His eyes were filled with concern, his expression subtle but clear— her back was fully exposed, and they needed to fix it.

Luna, ever so composed, gave him a single, almost imperceptible nod. The kind of nod only someone who knew her well could catch. It was all she needed to convey her understanding.

[Again, it amazes me how fast they pulled this off]

[it took me like five times to understand how DK did it]

[Watch Dokyeomie closely]

Dokyeom, without hesitation, stepped into action while maintaining the choreography flawlessly. As they moved through the next steps, their bodies swayed and spun in perfect sync with the music, but every move was calculated.

Luna, still dancing and keeping her facial expression strong, swept her long hair from the back to the front in one fluid motion, letting it cascade over her shoulder. She exposed her bare back fully to Dokyeom, who was quick to react.

[HOT 🥵 HOT 🥵 HOT 🥵]

[maybe that’s why it’s so hard to catch DK zipping her up… Jiyeonie is too distracting]

With the precision and speed that only a professional dancer could pull off, Dokyeom zipped up the back of her top as if it were part of the routine. His fingers worked fast, pulling the zipper up in one smooth, swift motion while simultaneously stepping to the side, his feet moving in perfect time with the beat.

To any fan watching from the crowd, it would have looked like just another part of the choreography, so seamless was their execution. Luna barely flinched, continuing to sing with full power, her movements never faltering as she danced across the stage. The members around them barely blinked; they had seen what happened and knew the situation was under control.

[LIKE— WHAT?!]

[one minute her back was fully exposed and the next no skin at all!!?]

[THAT’S TALENT RIGHT THERE 👏👏👏]

The arena was still filled with flashing lights and screaming fans, but among them, some of the more eagle-eyed fans caught the moment on their phones. Every angle of the stage showed Dokyeom's swift actions and Luna's incredible poise. Twitter was already lighting up with comments about how professional they were.

As the final chorus hit, Luna and Dokyeom made eye contact once more. Luna, still keeping in character, mouthed a soft, “Thank you,” barely visible to the cameras, but enough for Dokyeom to see. He gave her a quick wink and a nod, his lips curling up into a small, reassuring smile before they both turned their attention back to the performance, moving seamlessly into the final formation.

[I want to be so good at something that I am this casual on stage]

From that point forward, no one would have guessed anything had gone wrong. The performance continued flawlessly, but fans watching from the crowd and at home couldn't help but be amazed at how fast and professional they both were. It was a moment of pure teamwork, a quiet display of trust and coordination between members that reminded everyone just how close SEVENTEEN really was—onstage and off.

THE BLANKET BLOCK ™

Now, let me introduce to you ‘The Infamous Blocks’. There are three in total— ‘The Blanket’, ‘The Body’, and ‘The Bear’. I might sound like I am joking but I’m being so serious…

Lets start with the ‘Blanket Block’

The night was electric with excitement, the air buzzing with anticipation as fans lined the barricades of the red carpet at MAMA 2017 in Japan. The event was one of the most awaited of the year, and the energy surrounding the venue was palpable. Cameras flashed wildly, fans screamed with glee, and a sea of lightsticks waved as the SEVENTEEN van rolled to a slow stop at the edge of the carpet. The sleek black vehicle gleamed under the lights as if announcing the arrival of something grand. One by one, the members began to step out.

First came S.Coups, stepping confidently onto the red carpet, his sharp black suit catching the light just right. The fans erupted in cheers, phones already out and recording as each member made their way down the line. Mingyu followed, waving briefly to the crowd, and then Seungkwan, whose grin brightened as he acknowledged the fans’ excitement. Each member received their share of attention, but it wasn’t just for the boys the crowd was waiting.

[they looked too good to be true this night]

Inside the van, Luna sat, fixing her dress, her hands smoothing over the soft fabric nervously. She knew the moment she stepped out, all eyes would be on her. But more than the eyes, it was the cameras. The predatory gleam of lenses ready to snap her from every angle made her feel vulnerable, and exposed. Tonight, she was wearing an elegant, sleek black dress— classy but form-fitting— and she knew the moment she stepped out, the cameras wouldn’t be kind if they caught anything inappropriate.

Jeonghan, who had just stepped out of the van, paused at the door and leaned back inside. His pink hair gleamed under the overhead lights, but his gaze was focused entirely on Luna, not the crowd.

He noticed her slight hesitation and saw the way her hands twitched with uncertainty as she adjusted her dress. He leaned in closer, his voice soft and comforting, though the words were lost to the flashing lights and the fans’ endless chants. Whatever he said, it calmed her enough for her to take a deep breath and prepare to step out.

[I WANT TO KNOW WHAT HE SAID TO HER]

[I’m desperate, please]

But before she could fully exit the van, Jeonghan reached inside and swiftly grabbed a dark blanket that had been folded near the seats. With a smooth, practiced motion, he unfolded it and held it open in front of the door, shielding Luna from the prying eyes and flashing cameras that would’ve otherwise had a clear view of her legs and dress as she maneuvered out of the car.

[GOODBYE WORLD PT. 2]

[YOON JEONGHAN IS THE STANDARD]

He didn’t rush her, didn’t make a big deal of it; his movements were calm, unbothered as if this were second nature to him. The blanket draped in his hands, blocking the lower part of her from view.

[I WANT HIM]

[LORD HE’S PERFECT IN EVERY WAY POSSIBLE]

Luna, catching the gesture, couldn’t help but feel a wave of warmth and gratitude. Her face softened as she adjusted her dress under the cover of the blanket. She took a moment to gather herself, making sure every inch of fabric was in place, every crease smoothed out.

She met Jeonghan’s eyes for a brief second, and the silent exchange between them said more than words could have. A nod of reassurance. A small, grateful smile.

[she just swooned… don’t at me]

Jeonghan, still holding the blanket like a shield, waited for her signal. Only when Luna gave him the okay— a subtle but confident nod— did he let the blanket drop.

[HE– I– can’t. I need him in my life]

In a smooth motion, he tossed it back inside the van and extended his hand to her. Luna stepped out gracefully, her confidence restored as her feet touched the ground. The cameras immediately went into overdrive, capturing every inch of her, but Jeonghan remained beside her, his hand still on hers, helping her as they moved forward together.

[MOM AND DAD ARE SO FUCKING HOT]

[CAN I BE THE THIRD IN THIS RELATIONSHIP?!]

[please, I’m begging… I can be a pet… I can bark]

The cheers from the crowd doubled as Luna appeared. The fans, who had been screaming the members’ names, now turned their attention to the only female member of SEVENTEEN, and the energy shifted.

But Jeonghan never let go of her hand, guiding her with a quiet but firm presence. He knew how these events worked, how easily one wrong angle could lead to unnecessary scrutiny. And so, even as they posed together on the red carpet, his body was angled ever so slightly in her favor, offering her the subtle kind of protection that no one would notice but her.

[😩😩😩😩]

[look at them]

The fans closest to the barricades noticed it, though. They had seen the entire interaction, from the way Jeonghan covered her with the blanket to the way he never once let her fend for herself. And it didn’t go unnoticed how he tossed the blanket away only once he was certain she was completely comfortable. Luna's smile was as radiant as ever, but beneath it was the comfort of knowing that, even in a sea of flashing lights and camera lenses, someone always had her back.

[ICONIC. SIMPLY ICONIC.]

[one of the most iconic Jeongna moments]

THE BODY BLOCK ™

Next is my favorite out of the three… the ‘Body Block’

The night sky over Seoul was illuminated by the flashing lights of countless cameras, the red carpet stretching out like a sea of glamour and anticipation. It was the Cartier event of 2022, an evening that promised to bring together the city's most elegant and well-known figures.

Among them were Luna and Mingyu, two of Cartier’s most prominent models and brand ambassadors. Their presence alone was enough to send a ripple of excitement through the crowd, but the fact that they both wore red, in perfectly coordinated outfits, had the press buzzing.

[RED IS THEIR COLOR]

[I’m sorry– they looks so hot and intimidating]

Luna stepped out first, her heels clicking softly against the smooth surface of the red carpet. She was the embodiment of grace, her tall, slender frame draped in a stunning, floor-length red dress.

The dress was an exquisite piece— a bold, deep crimson that shimmered under the camera lights. It was strapless on one side, while the other featured a delicate, thin strap that wrapped over her shoulder, highlighting the gentle curve of her collarbone. The material clung to her figure in all the right ways, its fabric flowing down to her feet like liquid silk, pooling elegantly around her ankles. A daring slit along one side revealed a hint of her leg as she moved, but it was done tastefully, maintaining an air of sophistication and class.

[I WAS DROOLING WHEN I SAW HER]

[she doesn’t look real 😭]

[like– I’m convinced she’s a hologram]

Mingyu followed closely behind her, equally striking in his tailored red suit. The suit jacket was perfectly fitted to his broad shoulders, the crimson fabric complementing the sharp black of his shirt underneath.

[DOUBLE KILL]

[I AM SORRY— sir?!]

[I am loyal to Seungcheol… am I?]

Together, they made a captivating pair, their outfits harmonizing in a way that felt almost intentional, like they were meant to stand side by side on this particular night.

As they posed for the cameras, the flashes were relentless, a barrage of light capturing their every move. Luna stood tall, her chin slightly raised, one hand placed elegantly on her hip while her other arm hung loosely at her side. Beside her, Mingyu struck his own pose, the definition of cool confidence, his dark eyes locking with the cameras as they both stood center stage, an image of luxury and refinement.

[They’d be so hot together… I didn’t say that 😀]

And then it happened— so quickly that it could have been missed by anyone not paying attention. As Luna shifted her weight, turning her body slightly to change her angle, one of the thin straps of her dress slipped from her shoulder. The movement was subtle, barely noticeable at first, but as the strap fell, it revealed the bare skin of her shoulder.

[EVEN HER SHOULDER LOOKS PRETTIER THAN ME]

[DOES THAT MAKE SENSE!??]

Luna’s eyes flickered downward for a moment, a small crease of surprise appearing on her otherwise composed face.

Without missing a beat, she calmly reached up and tugged the strap back into place, her fingers grazing the cool fabric as she pulled it back over her shoulder. Her expression remained neutral, her movements composed— professional, as always. But Mingyu had seen it. The moment the strap fell, his attention snapped to her, eyes narrowing with concern for a fraction of a second.

[I’m convince every single member has spidey senses when it comes to her]

In a split-second decision, Mingyu moved. He stepped directly in front of Luna, his tall frame blocking her from the cameras with an easy, natural movement. His back was now facing the cameras, shielding her from their view as she adjusted the strap. His broad shoulders and the crimson jacket became a makeshift curtain, offering her privacy in an instant.

[🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️]

[LORD IT’S ME AGAIN]

[JEHUENDUWGYWGEJIWUDGUWBWKAIYWGUWB]

Luna looked up at him, her fingers still smoothing over the strap of her dress as she finished fixing it. Their eyes met, and for a moment, no words were needed. A small, appreciative smile touched her lips, her eyes softening as she gave him a simple nod of thanks.

Mingyu, always effortlessly cool, returned the gesture with a brief smile of his own, his eyes flickering with a silent understanding. Then, just as smoothly as he had positioned himself in front of her, he moved back to his original spot, turning to face the cameras once more, as if nothing had happened.

[THEY ALWAYS MAKE SURE SHE’S READY BEFORE THEY FUCKING STOP 🥹]

[they are so obedient too]

The photographers continued their frenzy, completely unaware of the quiet, protective exchange that had just taken place between the two. To them, it had been a seamless transition— nothing out of the ordinary. But to those paying close attention, the subtle moment of protection from Mingyu was not only graceful but instinctual, a sign of the quiet care he had for Luna, his fellow ambassador, and friend.

Together, they resumed their poses, their red outfits glowing under the lights, and once again, they became the perfect image of poise and elegance. But those who knew— who saw the quick flash of concern in Mingyu’s eyes and the gratitude in Luna’s smile— recognized the deeper connection between them, one that went beyond their roles on the red carpet.

The event continued, but that brief moment lingered, caught by the lucky fans who were watching closely enough to see the exchange, a testament to the unspoken bond shared by the two.

THE BEAR BLOCK ™

And finally, the ‘Bear Block’

The soft glow of the hotel room’s ambient lighting bathed the cozy space in a warm hue as Minghao and Luna sat side by side on the edge of her bed, engaging with fans in their casual Weverse live. Luna’s hotel room was comfortably minimalistic—soft cream-colored walls, sleek furniture, and the faint scent of lavender wafting through the air from a diffuser on the nightstand. Behind them, a plush teddy bear sat tucked into the pillows, a gift Luna had received from a fan earlier that day, its little beady eyes gleaming under the camera's light.

[IT’S THE OTHER SET OF TWINS OF SEVENTEEN]

[the 97 line twins]

It was a typical live stream for the two— comfortable and relaxed. Luna, in her soft oversized hoodie, was leaning back against the bedpost while Minghao, dressed in his usual stylish yet casual attire, lounged next to her. Their conversation flowed naturally as they laughed and answered fans’ questions. Minghao would occasionally break into Chinese, his voice smooth as he spoke in his mother tongue, and Luna, always eager to learn, would repeat his phrases with childlike excitement, though her pronunciation was less polished.

[they are so cute 🥺]

[I love this duo so much]

Minghao chuckled each time she got it wrong, his eyes crinkling in amusement. “No, no, like this,” he’d say, gently correcting her, the fondness in his tone unmistakable. He would then patiently translate the meaning into Korean for her and their fans, smiling as Luna exaggeratedly repeated the words again, determined to get it right.

[I am so soft for them]

The chat was buzzing with messages, and the number of viewers kept rising steadily as more fans joined in, thrilled by the duo’s easy-going dynamic. Luna, always full of energy, glanced at the screen, her sharp eyes catching one of the rapid comments. She leaned forward to get a better look, her long hair cascading down one side of her face as she brought her face closer to her phone.

"Wait, what does this say—" Luna began, her voice trailing off mid-sentence. Just as she was about to read the comment aloud, Minghao, who had been fiddling with the teddy bear on the bed, made a swift movement. In a fraction of a second, without a word, he gently but firmly pressed the soft bear against her chest, covering her entirely from view.

[this cracked me up 😂]

[the fact the Hao just shoved the bear in front of her was just hilarious]

Luna froze for a heartbeat, her eyes widening in surprise as she realized what had just happened. Her body had leaned forward just a little too far, and in her oversized hoodie, there had been a chance she might have inadvertently revealed something on camera that wasn’t meant to be seen. Minghao, with his ever-watchful eye and sharp instincts, had noticed it instantly.

[Hao really said: “not on my watch.” 🧸]

Her breath hitched for a moment as she glanced at him, her face a mix of shock and silent gratitude. Minghao, his expression calm and collected, simply nodded at her in a way that conveyed everything without words. He didn’t make a big deal of it; his actions were smooth and almost invisible to the casual observer. His nod was one of quiet understanding, a signal that she didn’t need to worry— he had her back.

[He’s also so fucking hot, lawd]

Luna’s heart swelled with appreciation, but she played it cool. With a soft exhale, she shot him a small, grateful smile. “Thank you,” she muttered under her breath, barely audible but enough for Minghao to hear.

He gave a subtle smile in return, his eyes crinkling slightly as he continued to idly hold the bear in place, casually moving it as though it were part of their lighthearted banter.

Luna straightened back up, her posture relaxed once more, and resumed the conversation as if nothing had happened.

Luna’s smile returned as she read through more comments, her face as calm and composed as ever, a professional through and through.

[CUTIESSSSSS 💕💕💕]

They continued answering fan questions as the live stretched on, but the silent gesture lingered in the air like an unspoken promise— proof that, no matter what, Minghao was always watching out for her, and Luna was never truly alone.

LUNA’S TRAINEE STORY IN GAME CATERERS 1-2

“It says here that you are known to cause fights.” PD Na said.

[THIS ENTIRE STORY RIGHT HERE]

The sudden statement caught everyone off guard. The members burst into laughter while Luna sat there, shocked and confused, unsure of how to respond.

“Me?” she asked, pointing to herself, her voice tinged with disbelief. “Fights? Where did you hear that?” She laughed, still trying to process the unexpected accusation.

[She’s just that bitch. She didn’t even know]

PD Na pointed at his paper, a teasing grin on his face. “We did our research. It says here that you caused a lot of fights when you were a trainee.”

A chorus of agreements erupted from the members, with many of them pointing at her and Jeonghan, nodding vigorously.

“That’s right!”

“He’s right!” they echoed, their voices overlapping as they teased her.

"This is amazing," Dokyeom laughed harder.

“What?” Luna turned to look at her members, her confusion deepening as she tried to piece together what they were talking about. "Huh? What are you guys talking about?"

Then her eyes landed on Jeonghan who was already watching her, and it all clicked. The realization dawned on her face, her expression shifting from confusion to understanding, and then to amusement. “Ah,” she laughed, finally catching on.

[SHE TOOK ONE LOOK AT JEONGHAN AND KNEW EXACTLY WHAT THEY WERE TALKING ABOUT]

Jeonghan, always the instigator, just grinned back at her, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

[he’s proud too]

As the memory clicked into place, Luna laughed harder, her laughter bubbling over as she covered her mouth with her hands. “This is amazing,” she marveled, still giggling. “How did you guys find out about that? I had completely forgotten about it.”

PD Na watched her with amusement, leaning forward slightly. “Can you tell us about it?” he asked, clearly intrigued.

Luna glanced at Jeonghan, who nodded in agreement, his smile knowing. She turned back to the group, preparing to recount the story. “It was when I was a trainee, and I was new at ‘PLEDIS’. This happened about five months after I joined,” Luna began, her hands moving animatedly as she spoke. “This one time, I just had the hardest day. The training was intense, I was sick at that time as well, and I remember stressing over my exams because I was still in school.”

Everyone listened carefully, their expressions a mix of curiosity and amusement. Her members, who knew the story well, giggled quietly, already anticipating where it was headed.

Luna continued, “I hadn’t eaten the entire day. I came to the practice room, and I had an apple. Then, one of the trainees came over, and he was teasing me.”

She paused, mimicking the boy’s actions by raising her hand as if holding something up high. “He took my apple, raised it up, and teased me to take it. He kept doing it and wouldn't give it to me up to the point that I just started crying,” Luna admitted, laughing at the memory of her younger, more vulnerable self.

“Aww,” the members and producers chorused, a mixture of sympathy and amusement in their voices.

[THEY ARE SO SOFT FOR HER WTF 🥺]

Luna pressed on, “Then, all of a sudden, Jeonghannie oppa came in.” She placed her hand on Jeonghan’s leg, and though he made no move, he continued listening to her, his smirk growing as he anticipated the end of the story. “He saw me crying, took one look at the apple, and then he went…”

Luna mimicked Jeonghan’s deep, angry voice and stern expression, saying, “‘Give it back'.”

The room exploded into shrieks. The members erupted in howls and laughter, some leaping out of their seats, while others covered their mouths in teasing disbelief. The laughter was contagious, filling the room. Luna and Jeonghan remained seated next to each other, smiling as the room buzzed with the chaotic energy of their shared memories.

[only same reaction]

As the laughter in the room finally began to die down, Luna continued the story, still smiling. “The trainee still wouldn’t give it back and thought Hannie oppa was joking with him,” she said, recalling the moment. “Then he went, ‘I said give it back,’ but the trainee just laughed at him. Oppa was one of the oldest, so it was a bit disrespectful…”

PD Na, fully invested in the story, leaned in slightly. “Then… what did he do?” he asked, his curiosity piqued.

Jeonghan, his voice calm and deep, answered this time, his eyes still carrying that signature droopy look as he smirked lazily. “I cursed him out.”

The casual delivery of his words contrasted with the intensity of the moment, making the members erupt into a chorus of teasing.

"Ooh, he cursed!"

"He really cursed him out!"

"He cursed!" they repeated, pointing at Jeonghan and laughing even harder.

Luna nodded, trying to keep a straight face, before wrapping up the story. "Then after that, we left, and he bought me food."

[out of all the things PLEDIS could’ve fucking released in that training room it could have been this!]

Before PD Na could reply, Seungkwan jumped in with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "There was also this one time. Maybe a year after that incident."

PD Na raised his eyebrows, intrigued. "There's another one?"

Luna, confused, turned to look at Seungkwan, who was seated behind her. "What else is there?" she asked, genuinely puzzled.

[SHE’S LOST]

"It happened a year before we debuted," Seungkwan leaned forward, his voice carrying a nostalgic tone. "Noona is beautiful. She's really beautiful. Even back then when she was younger, she hasn't changed at all. Not once. She looks the exact same. The only thing that changed is her height." He emphasized each word to PD Na, while Luna listened quietly, her members nodding in agreement.

[I AGREE]

"She was an extremely popular trainee," Seungkwan continued. "A lot of boys liked her."

[SAME]

With that, a chorus of agreements spilled from the mouths of the members. "That's true," Mingyu said, nodding along with the others.

[GOOD. SO WE ALL AGREE.]

"There was a time when two trainees were literally arguing about her because they both liked her, and they decided to talk to her about it and make her decide," Seungkwan added, glancing over at Luna with a grin.

"I remember this," S.Coups chuckled, his eyes lighting up with the memory.

Luna’s eyes widened as she finally recalled the story. "Oh, right! Once they saw me, they started arguing in front of me," she nodded, using her hands to illustrate the scene.

[She explained that as if it’s the most normal thing in the world]

"Right. They were literally fighting in front of her," Seungkwan affirmed. "The members present tried to make them stop, but one thing led to another, and they both grabbed Luna by each hand," Seungkwan demonstrated the movement, grabbing Wonwoo’s arm to illustrate the point.

[WHAT I WOULD DO TO SEE THIS]

"Jeonghan… He was the angriest I've ever seen him in my life," Seungkwan said, raising his hand as if swearing to the truth.

[WHAT I WOULD DO TO SEE THIS PT. 2]

Seungkwan then stood up, pulling Wonwoo to his feet to act out the scene. "Jeonghan went up to them and just…" He mimicked Jeonghan’s aggressive stance, facing Wonwoo head-on, his expression fierce.

"Jeonghan had really long hair back then, so it was swaying like this," Seungkwan added, shaking his head from side to side, imitating the way Jeonghan’s hair had moved during the confrontation. "'Let go,'" he said in a deep, angry voice, perfectly mimicking Jeonghan.

[ANGRY JEONGHAN + LONG-HAIRED JEONGHAN = 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️]

Another chorus of amused, teasing "Oohs" erupted from the members, while Luna sat laughing, her shoulders shaking with mirth.

S.Coups, still seated, shook his head with a grin. "I had to get him off. It was the first time I saw Jeonghan angry as well," he confessed, looking at Jeonghan with a mixture of admiration and amusement.

[good lord. PLEDIS RELEASE THE FOOTAGE NOW. I KNOW YOU HAVE IT THERE SOMEWHERE]

PD Na directed his attention to Jeonghan, raising an eyebrow with an amused smile. "It seems like you're involved in a lot of these stories."

[He knows what’s up]

Before Jeonghan could respond, Dokyeom cut in with a knowing grin. "Jeonghan is the most protective of Luna."

[I BEG TO DIFFER BUT ACCURATE]

Luna quickly interjected, shaking her head with a smile. "No, it’s because he was the first person I became friends with when I joined. He was the person I was most comfortable with."

[🥹🥹🥹]

Jeonghan finally spoke up, his tone nonchalant as if the answer was obvious. "How else am I supposed to react during that situation?"

[right. right. right.]

Hoshi chimed in, nodding in agreement. "He’s cool."

"Very cool," Minghao said.

[He’s hot too]

Seungkwan, ever the dramatic one, couldn’t resist adding his flair. "I swear it was like a drama," he said, his voice filled with exaggerated emotion. "It was like you could hear the song play… 'Almost Paradise'…'" He sang the familiar tune, sending the room into another round of laughter.

[YESSSSSSSSSS]

PD Na, still chuckling, looked back at Jeonghan and Luna. "It’s because she’s your best friend. You two are the closest."

Both Luna and Jeonghan nodded, confirming the bond they shared.

"She's like your younger sister," PD Na added thoughtfully.

[sure]

Jeonghan, who had been nodding in agreement, suddenly faltered. "N– y��yes," he stuttered, quickly changing his answer.

[HE AINT SLICK AT ALL]

The subtle exchange of looks between Jeonghan and Luna that followed didn’t go unnoticed. Jeonghan's eyes lingered on her for just a moment, while Luna remained composed, though there was a fleeting glint of something unspoken in her eyes. It was a small, almost imperceptible moment, but the hesitation in Jeonghan’s response added a strange tension to the room that only the members noticed and understood as if there was more to the story than they were letting on.

[CALL ME INSANE BUT THERE WAS SOMETHING THERE]

[THE MEMBERS KNOW TOO]

PD Na, oblivious to the undercurrent, chuckled again. "I never thought you would be the type of person to fight," he remarked to Jeonghan, amused by the contrast between his usual calm demeanor and the stories being told.

The room burst into laughter again, and in perfect sync, both Luna and Jeonghan replied, "You’d think."

[GOD I LOVE THEM]

LUNA’S ALMOST FACE-PLANTING OFF THE STAGE

It was the encore stage of SEVENTEEN’s ‘Be The Sun’ concert in Los Angeles, the never-ending loop of ‘Very Nice’ ringing through the arena as the crowd screamed and chanted along. The energy was electric, and all fourteen members were spread across the stage, bouncing with uncontainable excitement.

[it’s always this song btw]

[shit always happens during this never-ending song]

They’d already run through what seemed like a dozen rounds of the song, yet the adrenaline kept them going, fueled by the roars of the fans.

Luna, like the rest, was in high spirits, hopping from side to side, her voice blending with the sea of cheers as she waved down to the fans in the pit.

[SPIT ON ME– w-what?!]

She had found herself at the very edge of the stage, close enough that she could see the eager faces reaching up toward her, arms outstretched and phones recording every moment. Luna smiled and waved, her fingers making heart signs as she interacted with the fans who screamed her name in delight.

[She’s adorable and hot at the same time]

[like– how does one achieve that skill]

Her hair was slightly damp from all the jumping, and she pushed it out of her face, not noticing the sheen of water accumulating by her feet. The other members had been throwing water bottles into the crowd moments earlier, and the puddles left behind were nearly invisible under the bright concert lights.

In the heat of the moment, Luna took a step forward, her foot catching the slick surface beneath her. Her sneakers slid out from under her, and for a brief, terrifying second, her body lurched forward, dangerously close to toppling off the stage. Her balance was gone, the crowd gasping in unison as they watched her stumble.

[SHE LITERALLY WAS THIS 🤏 CLOSE TO SEEING JESUS]

But before gravity could pull her down, two pairs of hands shot out— firm and fast. Dino, who had been dancing nearby, immediately grabbed her left arm with a firm grip, his reflexes kicking in as he sensed her falling. At the same moment, Vernon, who had been casually walking past on her right, caught her other arm, his hands locking around her elbow with precision. Together, the two maknaes stabilized her, each holding on tightly as she regained her footing.

[THEY BOTH LOOKED EQUALLY TERRIFIED]

[Someone bubble wrap Jiyeonie I’m so serious]

For a moment, everything seemed to pause. The three of them stood frozen, catching their breaths as the arena’s lights flashed around them.

[the way the three of them just froze]

Luna’s heart raced as she realized how close she had been to a disastrous fall, right in front of thousands of fans. She turned to look at Dino and Vernon, their hands still gripping her arms firmly. Their faces mirrored a mixture of concern and relief, and they exchanged a silent understanding in that brief, weighty second.

Luna, her chest heaving, mouthed the words, “Thank you… I almost died,” her eyes wide with mock dramatization.

Her words, though lost in the chaos of the concert, were picked up by eagle-eyed fans close enough to lip-read the exchange. Dino let out a relieved laugh, his lips quirking into a smile, while Vernon gave a subtle nod, eyes flicking toward her with a smirk, as if to say, “Yup, you almost died.”

In the span of a heartbeat, the moment passed. Dino and Vernon released their hold as she straightened herself, shaking off the near-incident. Luna turned back to the audience with a bright grin, as if nothing had happened, raising her arms and encouraging the crowd to scream even louder.

[SHE’S SO UNSERIOUS 😂]

The fans, unaware of just how close she’d been to falling, cheered even harder, oblivious to the small protective moment that had unfolded before their eyes.

As the three continued dancing, the members spread back out across the stage, the concert’s rhythm never missing a beat.

THIS LIVE THAT MAKES MY BLOOD BOIL

Hoshi’s live had started like any other, full of laughter, easy conversation, and the familiar warmth of interacting with fans. As he sat in front of the camera, casually talking about everything from the group’s upcoming schedules to his favorite food that day, the comments section filled with excitement, fans from all over the world typing out their love and admiration for SEVENTEEN's energetic tiger.

[AH YES, ANOTHER CLIP THAT PISSES ME THE FUCK OFF]

But then, the live took an unexpected turn as both Joshua and Luna suddenly appeared on screen. Joshua casually strolled into the room, his ever-present smile lighting up his face as he greeted the viewers. “Hey, everyone!” he said, settling down beside Hoshi.

Luna followed quietly, a soft, polite wave to the camera as she sat next to Joshua. Her presence, while usually met with joy from fans, always came with its fair share of negativity as well, something she’d long since come to terms with as the only female member of SEVENTEEN.

At first, the chat exploded with excitement.

“OMG Joshua!!”

“YAY, Jiyeonie is here too!!”

“Look at these visuals!!!”

But quickly, as always, the tide began to shift. Hidden between the floods of hearts and cheers, darker comments started appearing.

They always did.

“Why is she even here?”

“We only wanted Joshua and Hoshi, not her.”

“She ruins it as always.”

“Please leave, no one wants to see you.”

Luna sat quietly, her eyes flickering over the comments, her usual smile frozen on her face. She had grown used to this, a side effect of being the only girl in a thirteen-member male-dominated group.

[YOU MOTHERFUCKERS BETTER ROT IN HELL]

[look at her face!]

No matter how much love she received, there were always those who couldn't accept her presence.

Over the years, she had developed a thick skin.

She knew she didn’t need to prove herself to anyone, that she was just as much a part of SEVENTEEN as any of the others, but that didn’t make it any less uncomfortable to read such words over and over again. It was as though the hate was a dark cloud that hovered just beyond the warmth of the stage lights, waiting to seep in whenever she let her guard down.

Joshua, sitting next to her, immediately sensed the shift in her demeanor. His sharp eyes noticed how her usual bubbly chatter had quieted down, how she glanced at the screen but didn’t engage as much as she normally would.

[I am just happy she has them 🥺]

[she doesn’t deserve the hate]

Without a word, he gently wrapped an arm around her shoulders, his touch comforting and protective. His gaze met hers in a brief exchange, asking the question without saying a word: Are you okay?

[🥹🥹🥹]

Luna looked up at him and gave a small nod, her lips curving into a soft smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. It wasn’t the hate that bothered her, not anymore— it was how people could hold so much anger and vitriol for someone they didn’t even know. Still, she remained quiet, determined not to let the negative comments ruin the mood of the live.

[BAE JIYEON WE LOVE YOU ALWAYS AND FOREVER 💖💖💖]

But Hoshi, ever the observant one, wasn’t about to let it slide. His bright, playful expression faded as he leaned closer to the camera, his eyes scanning the comments section intently.

[ngl his shift in attitude gave me fucking chills]

[Hoshi really went from 🐹 to🐯]

Luna watched out of the corner of her eye as his fingers moved across the screen, quietly and deliberately reporting the hateful messages one by one. Only she and Joshua could see what he was doing, but fans started speculating in the chat as well, noticing the change in his expression and how his focus shifted from conversation to something else entirely.

[HE REALLY SAID “TRY ME BITCH”]

[he was mass reporting the shit out of them hoes]

Then, after a few moments of silence, Hoshi sat back, his face serious, his usually playful tone replaced with something much firmer, more resolute. His voice carried an edge that left no room for argument, yet he wasn’t aggressive— just calm, measured, and unwavering. He addressed the chat directly, his eyes staring straight into the camera.

[HELP— HE IS GENUINELY TERRIFYING ANGRY]

“If you don’t have anything nice to say, then you should just leave,” Hoshi said, his words clear and firm. “This live is for all of us to have fun and spend time together. I won’t tolerate disrespect toward any of my members. If you don’t like it, that’s fine— but I won’t have people being rude. That’s not what SEVENTEEN is about, and that’s not the kind of fans we want. So if you’re here to spread hate, you’re not welcome.”

[SHIT– I… 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️]

[RAWR! THAT’S THE TIGER IN HIM]

He paused, his expression softening just slightly, but his message was unmistakable. “Let’s all just be kind to each other, okay? That’s the kind of energy we need.”

[AMEN TO THAT!]

[YOU LOSERS HEAR HIM?!]

The chat exploded with a mix of reactions. Supportive fans immediately flooded the comments with love for Luna, agreeing with Hoshi’s words and calling out the haters who had been leaving negative comments. But there were still others who continued to protest, claiming they had a right to their opinions, or that they hadn’t said anything wrong.

Through it all, Luna stayed quiet. She occasionally responded to a few positive comments, forcing a smile here and there, but her heart wasn’t in it. Joshua and Hoshi tried their best to lighten the mood, playfully nudging her to join the conversation, but the damage had already been done— not because she was hurt by the hate, but because it confused her.

How could people carry so much anger, so much spite, for someone they didn’t even know? It was a question she couldn’t answer and one that weighed on her more than the comments themselves.

[she looked sad the entire time]

[I’m so sorry, baby 🥺]

As the live continued, the mood eventually lightened again, thanks to Hoshi’s relentless energy and Joshua’s calm, steady presence. But for Luna, the evening felt a little heavier, her mind drifting back to the reality of her position as SEVENTEEN's only female member. She would never let the hate break her, but it didn’t mean it wasn’t exhausting.

“BAE JIYEON MARRY ME!”

The air was buzzing with excitement inside the venue as fans eagerly waited for the fan sign event to begin. The members of SEVENTEEN sat in a line, comfortably seated behind a long table on the stage, each with their markers in hand, ready to greet their Carats up close. The stage lights cast a soft glow over the group as they casually chatted amongst themselves, waving occasionally to the fans in the audience, who were waiting for their turn.

Luna, seated between Joshua and Minghao, was twirling her marker absentmindedly, her attention drifting between the other members' conversations and the distant murmur of the crowd. The relaxed energy around her was something she always cherished at fan signs— a rare chance to connect with the fans on a more personal level.

[I HAVE SAID IT ONCE AND I’LL SAY IT AGAIN… SHE IS BEAUTIFUL… AND SMOKING HOT 😍🥵]

But just as Luna was about to engage in a conversation with Minghao, a loud, booming voice from the audience broke through the steady hum of the crowd.

“BAE JIYEON, MARRY ME!”

[Honestly… valid]

The sudden, bold declaration reverberated across the room, sending ripples of surprise and laughter through the fans. Luna, completely caught off guard, froze mid-spin, her eyes widening as she looked up toward the sea of fans. Her heart jumped in her chest, not from the proposal itself, but from the unexpected shock of it all.

[She’s adorable]

[She’s also concerned]

A chorus of laughter and amused giggles rose from the audience. Luna, still recovering from the jolt of surprise, reached for the mic in front of her, her lips curving into an amused smile.

She was about to reply, maybe tease the fan back, but before she could even bring the mic to her lips, the response came— not from her, but from the thirteen members seated beside her.

[And there they go…]

A resounding, collective, and very loud “NO!” erupted from her bandmates. The word shot across the room in unison, like a protective shield around her, each member adding their own flair to the rejection.

[THEY CRACK ME TF UP 😂]

Seungcheol was the first to react, playfully crossing his arms over his chest and giving a mock glare toward the fan as he leaned back in his seat. “Absolutely not,” he added, shaking his head as if to cement the point.

Dino and Jun, sitting a few seats down, followed suit, their arms shooting up into the air in exaggerated protest. “No, no, no!” They chanted, shaking their fingers dramatically, their expression both comical and stern.

Hoshi, always one to escalate things, leaned forward in his chair, his voice loud and booming as he pointed into the audience. “You’ve got some nerve!” he said playfully, though his eyes sparkled with mischief. “Jiyeon’s not going anywhere, you hear me?”

The fans roared with laughter, thoroughly entertained by the group’s immediate and united defense. Even Woozi, known for his quieter reactions, shook his head silently, his lips forming a firm, resolute “no” as he glanced down the line at Luna, his protective instincts subtly showing.

Mingyu, seated at the far end, leaned into his mic. “Good try, though,” he deadpanned, earning another round of chuckles from the audience.

[MENACES]

Luna couldn’t help but laugh, her shoulders shaking as the members continued their playful scolding. It was a chaotic chorus of no’s, some loud and exaggerated, others quiet but firm. The overwhelming display of protection from her members warmed her heart, and she could see the amusement spreading among the fans as well.

[JIYEON JUST SAT THERE LIKE: “YUP 😇”]

Even the fan who had shouted the proposal was laughing along, clearly enjoying the playful banter his boldness had sparked.

As the ruckus continued, Luna finally leaned back in her chair, shaking her head with a grin. The mic still rested in her hand, but there wasn’t much for her to say— her bandmates had already spoken loud and clear.

Then, amidst the fading echoes of laughter, Jeonghan, who had remained relatively quiet during the exchange, finally spoke up. His voice was calm and smooth as he brought his mic to his lips, his usual playful smirk replaced with something more composed.

“Sorry, but that question is sensitive for us,” he said nonchalantly, though there was a glint in his eyes that made it clear there was more truth to his words than his tone let on.

[Translation: “Only I get to ask her to marry me.”]

The laughter in the room softened, and for a split second, a quiet fell over the stage as Luna and the rest of the members registered the weight behind Jeonghan’s words. It was a joke, of course, but Luna knew Jeonghan better than most— and she could tell he was serious.

He always was when it came to her.

Luna’s laughter faded into a softer smile, a silent understanding passing between her and Jeonghan as their eyes briefly met across the table. He gave her a small, reassuring nod, and she returned it, appreciating the subtle way he always looked out for her. Even in moments like this, where the line between playfulness and sincerity blurred, Jeonghan’s protectiveness always shone through.

[STOP FLIRTING WITH MOM, DAD!]

The fans, blissfully unaware of the deeper meaning behind his words, erupted into laughter once again, the lighthearted atmosphere quickly returning. Luna, feeling the warmth of her members’ care, picked up the mic at last and shook her head, addressing the original fan who had proposed.

“I think you got your answer,” she said with a teasing smile, the laughter in her voice unmistakable.

[Translation: “Only Yoon Jeonghan gets to marry me.”]

The fans cheered, and the rest of the members continued to playfully banter as the fan sign officially began. But throughout the rest of the event, Luna couldn’t help but feel a sense of gratitude for the family she had in SEVENTEEN— their protectiveness, their loyalty, and their unwavering support. It wasn’t always easy being the only female member, but in moments like this, she knew she wasn’t alone.

And there you have it, folks! Just a small glimpse into SEVENTEEN’s ultimate protective instincts when it comes to their one and only Luna. I mean, if you ever had any doubts about how loved this girl is, well… think again.

Thirteen men— yes, thirteen— willing to risk it all, fight the world, and probably even dive into traffic if it meant keeping her safe. So, a quick reminder to all: Never— and I mean NEVER— mess with Bae Jiyeon unless you want these maniacs after you.

But hey, can you really blame them? Luna’s got their backs, and they’ve got hers. It’s a whole family thing at this point.

Thanks for watching! Don’t forget to comment on more wholesome SEVENTEEN content you want to see next! See you next time— unless you’re out there trying to propose to Luna… in which case… good luck with that!”

comments…

@/lunababybae • 10 months ago ╰ Luna’s sasaeng attack pisses me off but angry and protective Cheol makes up for it 🥵

@/mimilyemily • 10 months ago ╰ DID YOU SEE HOW FAST CHOI SEUNGCHEOL AND JEON WONWOO REACTED AT 1:00 GOOD LORD

@/gyusshadow • 10 months ago ╰ OUR LEADER SCOLDING SECURITY FOR LUNA 🥺 MY MAN RIGHT THERE!!!

@/moonlight_1997 • 10 months ago ╰ Jeonghan caressing Luna’s red arm 1:25 idk if I am to feel soft over him touching her like that or pissed off that her arm is red because of that sasaeng 🙃

@/saythename • 8 months ago ╰ Seokminie zipping Jiyeonie up that quick during Fear is a skill and a hot skill at that!

@/jeonwoowonwoo • 7 months ago ╰ They are all so protective of her, it’s super endearing 💖🥺

@/mrsbaebae • 7 months ago ╰ THE THREE BLOCKS ARE ICONIC!!!

@/jeongnanana • 7 months ago ╰ THESE MEN ARE THE STANDARD WTF!? JUST THE WAY THEY TREAT LUNA IS PROOF ENOUGH 💕🤭

@/gyuuuuudaily • 6 months ago

╰ YOON JEONGHAN DEFENDING LUNA DURING THEIR TRAINEE DAYS IS STILL ONE OF THE BEST STORIES I HAVE EVER HEARD TILL THIS DAY!!!

@/bbbiiibbiii • 5 months ago ╰ That exchange of looks from Luna and Hannie at 19:57 😍😍😍

@/missbitchhhh • 3 months ago ╰ note to self: “How to get Svt to notice you = ask Luna to marry you.”

@/shadowmyshadow• 2 months ago ╰ I have completely erased that Hoshi live from my mind. Seeing Luna sad and quiet like that breaks me 🥺

@/kpppopieaddict • 1 week ago ╰ They are all down bad for her wbk (I am too).

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Greek Vacation

It was finally June, and Alex could barely sleep. He’d worked his ass off the last year in college to avoid having to take summer classes, which meant he could join the rest of his family on their trip to Greece. His mom had apparently won tickets or miles or something through her job, he couldn’t remember. All that mattered was he was going to Greece! It was finally time to relax and unwind from the insanely stressful last few months. He’d gone over his packing list six, seven times now; he was absolutely sure he was ready. His family was meeting him at the airport, so he was just pacing now, waiting on that text to start moving. The phone on the countertop buzzed and he lunged for it. It was time.

Alex grabbed his oversized suitcase and lugged it down the stairs of his apartment building out to the street. He hopped on the bus and found a seat. He was giddy, this trip was his dream trip as a kid, and now he was finally getting to go. He’d helped plan out their whole itinerary, from the Acropolis to the ruins at Delphi and so so many more. Before he knew it, they were dropping him at the airport. Inside the chaotic lobby he managed to spot his parents, his dad was already wearing a massive sun hat which helped. The next hour was a blur getting their bags checked, through security, and corralling everyone to the gate. Then began the longest part of the trip: the flight. Alex had brought noise canceling headphones and an extra strong dose of melatonin that he prayed would do the job. And miraculously, it did. Nearly ten hours later he woke up to the sounds of the plane landing, and next thing he knew they were in a cab headed into Athens.

The cab pulled up to their hotel, depositing them and their bags at the foot of a beautiful white building with a grand entrance. This part was his mother’s domain. She ushered everyone inside and got them to their room in no time. Alex was unpacking and setting his stuff out when he realized he couldn’t find his phone charger. He tore everything out of his suitcase and backpack, trying desperately to find it. Nothing. He must’ve left it in his haste getting out the door, after all his phone was plugged in while he was waiting. 

Shit, he thought, before solemnly announcing the news to his family.

“We’ll stop by a store or something and get you a new one, it's fine,” his mother said, buried in her own suitcase. What a start to the trip. Alex sat on the side of his bed looking out the window at the building next door, kicking his legs waiting for them to get going. Finally, after another 30 minutes, they were getting back out the door. 

Alex and his family started wandering through the massive metropolis of Athens, surrounded by white buildings and the intense noise of a city. Only a few blocks away they came upon a massive street market, with locals selling everything imaginable. Fruits, street food, bags, shirts, phones, you name it. Surely, Alex thought, they would sell a phone charger here. He squeezed up and down through tight corridors of shops, flooded with people. He was deep into the market when his path was blocked with a crowd. He turned around, only to find the way he came in also packed tight with tourists. He was stuck. As panic started to set in, Alex heard a deep, husky voice from the stall behind him.

“You there, tourist boy,” the voice said, and Alex whipped around to see a large man with dark olive skin, and the hairiest body he’d ever seen. It was on his fingers, hands, forearms, and crawled out of his open shirt solidly up to the thick bushy beard on his face that nearly hid all his features. Alex was frozen, taking in the sight of this man. He was snapped out of his daze by the man speaking again.

“You look tired, boy. Did you just arrive?” he looked Alex in the eyes.

Alex was jumbling his words, “Uh, yes, yea I did. But I slept! I shouldn’t be tired.. I don’t think…” 

The man grabbed his hand and pulled it towards him. “Here boy, this will help you,” he said in his thick accent. He took out a small beaded bracelet and slipped it onto Alex’s wrist, tying it tight. 

“Uhh, thanks?” Alex remarked, a little confused about the whole situation. The moment was interrupted by his mother’s voice piercing through the crowd.

“Alex!! Alex!! Are you over here?” Alex jerked his head towards the voice, starting to back away from the man.

“Enjoy your trip, boy,” the man said, releasing his arm and giving a slight wave. Alex turned away and pushed through the throng of people in his way, eventually reaching his mother.

“Alex! Thank god you’re okay, we lost you immediately. Here, we found someone selling chargers,” she handed him a cord, not even noticing the bracelet on his wrist. “Alright, let’s get back on track today, shall we?” she put some pep in her voice. As the family squeezed through the crowded Athenian streets, Alex failed to notice a slight itch where the bracelet clung to his wrist.

The summer sun beat down on them as they slowly made their way up the hills of Athens. Alex was sweating buckets, the back of his shirt absolutely drenched. He looked over in envy at his dad’s sun hat that he had mocked earlier. After what felt like an eternity, they made it to the base of the acropolis. Alex’s dad groaned at the sight of not only immense crowds, but another massive rock they had to climb. Alex was undeterred however, his eyes lit up with the sight of the ruins atop the hill. This was what he’d been waiting for, and he let nothing get in his way as he dragged his family into the crowd to get closer. The slight itch under the bracelet continued, unbeknownst to Alex. His skin under it was darkening to an olive shade, slowly creeping up his arm and down towards his hand. Where the darker tone had spread, hairs began popping up, thick black hairs in contrast to his light brown wispy hairs. They continued to sprout, growing in between the last, creating a dense, curly coat. The back of his hand was next, the same black hairs wriggling out. Soon enough, his forearm stuck out like a sore thumb next to the rest of his pale body, yet no one seemed to notice.

The next couple hours were heaven for Alex. He explored the acropolis with his family, pointing out everything he’d researched and explaining even more. Between the numerous ruins and museums, the rest of the day was jam packed with artifacts. Alex even found himself remembering facts about spots he didn’t remember researching. The other constant of the day was the sun. It beat down on them from above with the full force of a Mediterranean summer, sweat constantly dripping from his forehead. It seemed like significantly more than usual for Alex, but he chalked it up to the different climate, and how much they’d been walking. Under his soaked shirt, however, his body was adapting. The deep olive color had spread all the way up his arm, with the forest of hair following, coating his upper arm. The hairs crawled over his inflating shoulder, sprinkling it with black wisps. His bicep has also grown substantially, almost like he was a regular gym-goer, matching his now beefier hand and forearm.

The sun-kissed shade continued to spread, imposing itself over his chest. Not long after, his chest began growing. It pushed out two meaty pecs, skin stretching to accommodate the immense muscles growing in slowly. His chest was sore as years of workouts applied themselves at once. The crisp definition melted somewhat as his form softened, fat layering itself onto his chest and further down as a thick muscle gut grew in. His stomach pressed tight against his shirt, stretching it to its limit. As the muscle pushed out of his frame, so did the hairs. Small black hairs began rearing their heads around his growing nipples, pushing out like thick shoots of grass. The hairs radiated away from his nipples, surging across the open fields of his pectorals, burying them in a black, curly forest. They grew longer and thicker, matting together into a rug across his chest that scratched against his shirt. The fur coat grew denser in the center of his pecs and right below, making them look like real pillow cushions. His gut tingled as the hairs began erupting, swirling together and giving his belly a thick black coat to match. By the time Alex and his family were headed to dinner it looked like he’d eaten plenty, putting on dozens of pounds.

They sat down at a street-side restaurant that Alex had recommended, exhausted after a very active first day. While they browsed the menu, Alex scratched loosely at an itch above the neckline of his shirt. The wave of darker skin tone had slowly been inching up his neck, leading a wave of black hairs. His chest fur had overtaken his collarbone and continued to spread. His neck remained bare until, suddenly, a single dark hair sprouted above his shirt. It was black, thick, and curly. Seconds later, a second hair joined it, shooting out from his shirt collar.  More and more began sprouting, giving Alex a thick dark tuft of hair curling over his shirt. This was just the beginning, though. The dark hairs climbed up his neck, following the wave of olive complexion. Alex’s lean face cracked as it widened, jaw growing thick and square. His brow jutted out and his nose grew more prominent as his face took on the darker tone. His wavy brown hair pulled back some, turning black and more curly. The itching grew as a shadow developed across his jaw, darkening as thick stubble emerged from the bare skin. The scruff seemed to age Alex up a good few years, he seemed like a real adult with the stubble, hairy forearms, and chest hair pushing out of his shirt.

As they ate, Alex briefed his parents on their plan for the next day, starting with an early bus out to Delphi. He already knew the exact times, costs, and routes to take for the perfect day. His parents were impressed at how well researched he was, not noticing the dark scruff covering their son’s face. They finished up dinner and caught a cab home, knowing they had to be up at the crack of dawn the next day.

The next morning came quickly, and with some disgruntled grumbling from his parents, they were off on their bus to Delphi. It was a three hour trip, so they settled into their seats and his parents tried to get a little more rest. Alex stared eagerly out the window, watching the mountains rush past with the sea behind. As the ride went on, he found himself shifting uncomfortably in his seat, like his body was agitated and he couldn’t figure out why. He tried to focus on the beautiful scenery and the maps of their destination instead. In reality, beneath his clothes, the slow moving wave of Mediterranean skin had crossed his muscle gut and reached his groin. It swept through his crotch, seeding the growth of new hair. His existent bush was sparse, and was quickly engulfed by the torrent of dark curly hairs that erupted from the base of his cock, spreading outward. Black hairs wormed out of his skin like weeds coating the entire area, pushing up towards his navel in a triangle pattern, and out onto his thighs.

Alex tried to subtly scratch at the area as the itching grew intense, using his map to hide his meaty hands groping the area. His flaccid cock absorbed the same olive color, and a thick foreskin stretched itself back over the head. It didn’t stay soft for long, engorging and pushing six, seven, eight inches in his pants. Alex shifted again to try and keep comfortable in his seat, but the growing rod was not helping him, leaving a massive imprint on his shorts. His bush continued to thicken, hairs sprouting between others, curling together into an impenetrable forest. The hairs even started climbing the base of his cock, popping out a ways up. There was a thud on the seat when Alex’s balls suddenly inflated to the size of baseballs, his sack growing furry as the same curly black hairs engulfed them. Alex had spread his legs as much as he could, he was practically on top of the guy in the seat next to him, and he was still feeling squeezed. He was about to reach his limit when the bus came to a stop. They had made it.

Like it was instinct, Alex gathered his parents and started their exploration of the site. He took them to the Temple of Apollo, the museum, and the spring. It was another relentlessly hot day, and within minutes he had started sweating buckets. He ignored it to continue guiding his parents around, but it began to take a toll. Underneath his arms, his paltry smattering of hair was starting to soak up some color, growing thicker and darker. The more sweat dripped from his pits the more hair began to shoot out of them, catching the drops and adding to the stench that began to waft from him. Throughout the morning, more and more hairs poked out from under his arms. His beefy arms weren’t able to hide the enormous tufts of hair that were pushing out of his pits, kept nice and damp from the heat. 

They stopped briefly for lunch at a spot Alex knew and recommended, taking a break from the heat before they continued walking through the town. Alex scratched at his face, his fingers pulling through a little more hair than they had the night before. The meal was a nice reprieve, showcasing some delicious local cuisine to his parents. He took the chance to explain their next destinations, and before long they were back walking up the hills. Alex was glad he’d worn shorts today, it was brutal even for June. His exposed legs had begun taking on the same tone as the rest of him, no longer standing out as pale twigs. Curly hairs brushed against his shorts as they grew en masse, traveling from his pubes downward. The hairs pushed out of his growing thighs, a burgeoning field of dark curls spreading across them. His calves experienced the same, putting on size before getting engulfed with black hair.

They’d made it to the stadium and viewpoint at the top. Alex left the couple to take in the vista and address his current problem; his shoes were way too tight. Luckily, it seemed he’d worn sandals for the day. He bent over to loosen the straps, giving some breathing room to his now size 15 feet, not noticing the coarse hairs popping out across the tops of them. Even his toes were hairy now. He stood back up and looked out over the valley, scratching his ass that had been a little itchy. The same thick curly hairs had started bursting out of his crack, creating a furry mass between his cheeks. The hairs spread out, growing like weeds over the expanse of his ass. The sweat dripping down his widening back helped the hairs take root, and they shot upward sprouting from the small of his back. His lats grew darker as black fur erupted before climbing up to his neck and blending with the thick coating on his shoulders. The coarse curly hairs grew dense and long enough to push his damp shirt nearly an inch away from his body all around. Curly black hairs poked out of the back of his shirt collar too, mirroring the front side.

The sun had begun to hang lower in the sky, signaling it time to head back to the bus station. Alex’s legs had bulked up enough to handle the constant walking up and down, as he should be used to it by now. He guided the couple back down to the town and they got on their way back to Athens, another multi-hour journey. He felt his seat was even smaller this time, his body having swelled with muscle and mass throughout the day. As the bus bumped along the mountain roads, Alex stared at his reflection in the window. His short beard was pushing out. Hairs grew longer, curling together. More hairs sprouted to fill the gaps, climbing higher on his cheeks. The beard grew incredibly dense, adding another couple years to his face. He finally gave in and scooted over, taking up both seats. The bulky man then closed his eyes for an hour until the familiar noise of Athens began leaking through the windows. 

They stopped at the station, and he grabbed the couple’s bags from the rack. WIth that motion, his short sleeve shirt that had been taught against his massive chest all day gave out, bursting open. His thick chest and belly and the incredible rug that covered them were exposed, but that was nothing out of the ordinary for him, especially in the summer. He lugged the bags to the curb and handed them over. The woman was exhausted looking, but still had a beaming smile.

“Oh, thank you so much Alexios! You’ve been amazing these last two days.” He swallowed, a large adam’s apple bulging out of his throat, “You’re very welcome. Enjoy the rest of your visit to Greece,” he said with a baritone voice and accent.

The man handed him a large stack of bills as a thank you, and the two headed off towards their hotel. Alexios sighed, it had been an exhausting day. And after all that, he needed to prepare for the new tourists he was to guide the next day.

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Cali's Kinktober: Day 03

Kinktober Masterlist in absentia lucis - "in the absence of light" John Price x f!reader Kinks > rape, torture, sensory deprivation Full tags on AO3 - MDNI - Read at your own risk.

You are a new recruit to the CIA, and Kate Laswell sends you to some remote blacksite for your interrogation training. Your temporary commander, Captain John Price, gives you a safeword, but as your training begins, you realize that you feel everything except for safe. 

Hey, did you see where the tags said RAPE? Okay, just making sure.

It was three flights and a cab. It was airport food and cold coffee. It was forgetting whether the date ended in a three or a four. It was paperwork and passports and finally a cold office. It was a long trip, and you were running on empty. 

“What are your expectations, here, Katie? I don’t wanna do another Warsaw situ–” The man complained.

“This is nothing like Warsaw. She can handle it. Trust me.” Your boss replied, her voice crackling over the video call.

The man who complained squared his jaw and fixed his eyes on you again, looking at you fresh now that your handler, Kate Laswell, had vouched for you. You tried not to fidget in your seat. You didn’t sit up any straighter. You weren’t here to advertise yourself as the bravest or the toughest of anything. You knew you still needed a lot of training, and if he wanted to draw his own conclusions about you, then that was his business, not yours. 

“Her scores are high. She beat your exam?” 

“She did. Her field test and her ‘chute certifications were performed at a DF site here in the states.”

There was a long pause before Laswell spoke again,

“Do me this favor and maybe I’ll even let you borrow her for a recon mission or two. I know none of your boys are pretty enough to pass for party girls, but mine is.”

“That she is,” you heard his tone darken, thickening in his mouth like sticky sap from a tree, borderline inappropriate. When he saw your reaction to his comment, he turned back to the screen and said, “Alright, Katie. You got a deal. I’ll send her back once she’s out of recovery.”

“Thanks, John. Don’t go easy on her, or she’ll make you pay for it.”

“Is that so?” His wry smile sent a jolt somewhere in your belly that you didn’t appreciate.

She laughed and hung up the call. You waited, trying not to let the jitters or the exhaustion win out, battling both but feeling pulled in either direction just the same. 

“So,” he turned his attention to you at last, “Did you lay in your fuckin’ pink princess bed when you were a little girl and dream about becoming a bloody spy, or is this some sort of complex I should know about?”

You shrugged, 

“A man does what he must…”

“Careful, girl. Quoting Kennedy can’t be good for your health if you’re working in Katie’s office, hm?”

“You don’t need to know why I’m here, sir.” You used his title like a knife, flashing it right in front of his eyes and watching them ignite with his smoldering, quiet fury.

“No, but I bet I’ll find out during our time together,” he promised, making your heart clench with stress and anxiety, “What’s your safeword?”

“Red.”

“Red,” he repeated it to you as if he wanted to see how it felt in his mouth. Then, after a long pause, he explained, “I will also stop before the point of emergent damage. But, I will push you past the point of pain. You will sustain injuries. Do you understand what I’m saying to you, love?”

He seemed to be under the misconception that this was your first rodeo. You knew what you had come here for, and it wasn’t some drill sergeant to yell you into shape. You had already been through Delta Force’s operator training center - the parts they allowed CIA operatives through, anyway - and you’d surpassed what Williamsburg had to offer. You were aiming to serve as a Special Skills operative, the blackest of the black ops groups, and although you lacked the physical strength to be of any use in most field positions, you had one key factor that your fellow recruits didn’t have.

Men never expected a woman to be a threat. 

Laswell had plans for you. She’d tracked down two high value targets, but they were well-guarded. However, there were usually strippers and dancers and prostitutes as far as the eye could see, always partying and coming and going at all hours of the night. You were her way in. But, it was your job to get back out. If you could survive, you’d be a hero. If you didn’t, well, she had more pawns on the board. Not to mention, you had a mission of your own to complete..

So, you worked harder than anyone. You jumped at every field training exercise, you took martial arts classes in every different format you could find, and you lived at the shooting range. You didn’t have a social life. Usually, if you were alone in a room with a man, your fists were connecting with each other’s faces. 

You looked back across the wooden desk in front of you, over his nameplate - Captain Price - and into his startlingly blue eyes,

“I understand.”

He came out of his chair like a fucking demon, lunging for you without warning. As you stumbled backward, wielding your own chair over your shoulder, you sighed inwardly. You’d at least expected a more civilized initiation, maybe even a moment for a coffee, before he started in on his training. But, alas, that was not to be. 

You crashed the wooden chair against his head, neck, and shoulder as he rounded the desk, keeping hold of the broken armrest as a weapon. You stabbed downward, aiming for his throat and not holding back. He blocked you, cracking your wrist against the rigid wood. You stepped into his space, kicking his heel out from under him and following him to the floor. His head hit the concrete with a bang, and you used that moment to pin the armrest against his throat, bearing down on him with all your weight, dislodging his trachea enough to cut his air supply. 

He flung you off of him like a ragdoll, and your back slammed into the leg of the desk. You twisted underneath it, staying just out of his reach, small enough to fit through the gap. He scrambled up on all fours, cackling at you with a gravelly, menacing laugh before leaping up and over the desk to pull you out by your ankles. 

You kicked up and over, making contact with his nose, and when he dropped your other foot, you launched your heel into his balls, making sure to aim as deeply as you could. 

He coughed, and it was your turn to laugh. 

Your victory was short-lived. He launched his body at you, shoving your back down on the desk. You felt the familiar bite of his nameplate digging into your skull, so you dragged it out and swung it at him, cutting him across his cheek. He hissed, yanking it out of your hand and tossing it to the ground. 

The captain forced himself between your legs, pressing his body down on yours, and wrapped his hand across your throat. You fought like hell to get him off, twisting his pinky until you thought it might break, but he caught your wrists in his other hand, holding them at a terrible angle, choking you until you saw rainbow spots discolor your vision. 

“Well,” he said, breathless and bleeding, “Christmas came early, dinn’it?”

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When you woke up, you weren’t completely sure of it, at first. It was as if you were still asleep. You opened your eyes, but all you saw was an endless blackness. You couldn’t hear anything, you couldn’t smell anything, and you couldn’t move your jaw. But you could feel everything. 

Your whole body screamed in pain. One of your hands was wrenched above your head, and the weight of your body hung from your broken wrist, making you cry out in whatever muffled way you could.

Then, something was removed from your ears, and you could hear again. It was still quiet, but the sound of the aircon and the noise of another person’s breath were like blaring sirens compared to the silence you had been steeped in. 

“Look who’s awake,” John’s purr of a voice washed over you. 

You tried to reply, tried to beg for him to cut you down, but you couldn’t speak. Your mouth was holding something round and pliant. 

“Ah, ah, ah,” he patted your flank, and you were suddenly aware of your nakedness. He’d taken your clothes? You could hear him scooting a metal chair across the room towards you, and his pants rustled as he sat down, “Can’t have you talkin’ your way out of this one. Based on the three stitches in my cheek, I was wrong to underestimate you, darlin’. Shoulda listened to Katie, this time. But, look at you. Just a whisper of a thing.”

His rolling chuckle made your bones itch. 

“Hard to use a safeword when you’ve got a gag on, yeah?”

You nodded, acknowledging the irony. 

Price moved in the chair again. No, he stood. You could hear his boots sliding around you in a half-circle. He kept talking to you, his tone as casual as ever,

“Yeah, thought so. But, this isn’t one of those trainings, pretty girl. You won’t be needing one. I will stop when you’re ready to stop, not when you want to stop. You need to learn that, sometimes, your body…” His hand snaked its way around your thigh and you tried to kick out at him, discovering your ankles were tied together and anchored to the floor, “... is capable of so much more than you give it credit for.”

Your heart began to slam against your chest, and your breathing became labored. You were having a panic attack. If you could only see…

“Hey,” his tone shifted, becoming the instructor again, “Breathe slowly. In. Hold it. Out. All the way. In. Out. Tha’s it. Good.” 

There was a long pause. You could smell him now. It was cigars and fire and gunpowder and smoke. It filled your senses, replacing your sight with scent. 

“I’m gonna put your ears back on, and we’ll see what you can do.” 

The world fell away again, and all you had was the smell of him. Then, he started his training. 

It wasn’t the pain that upset you, not really. Pain was something you could move past. It was the surprise. You never knew when it was coming, nor where he was going to hit you next. Sometimes it was his fist. Sometimes it was a belt. Sometimes it was an electric shock. Legs, ribs, foot, arm, neck, belly… there was no pattern. 

You also had no idea of the passage of time. You were infinite and you existed in the darkness of infinity. It was just pain forever with no reprieve. 

Until it wasn’t.

The first time you felt his fingers pinching the tender peaks of your breasts, your whole body jolted. You hadn’t really responded to the pain in the same way, but to pleasure? It was unexpected in a different way. You didn’t think he would violate you. That wasn’t even something they’d tried to do when you were with the DF. 

You bucked, hoping that your displeasure was noted for the record. 

But, perhaps, your mind teased you, the lady doth protest too much? You had wanted him to touch you when he’d picked you up from the airport. When he shook your hand, hadn’t you measured his fingers and started wanting? Weren’t you eager for training to be over so you could be invited back to his flat for the after-work romp you knew would be on offer?

Hanging there like a slab of meat had changed things a bit, but it had not quelled your desire, unfortunately.

You wondered if he had reacted. You imagined him laughing at you. Was he enjoying himself? Or was this all apart of his brand of training? 

I bet you choke out all the pretty girls… you sneered inwardly. 

More pain. This time, your ass cheeks were the targets. The snapping bite of what felt like a belt hit you repeatedly and without mercy. You found yourself breathless from silently screaming, your tongue pressing against the gag for some sort of relief and finding none. 

Then, pleasure again. His thick fingers fondled your pussy from behind, digging into your flesh and discovering the wetness hidden inside of your unused hole. There was no romance to his movements, but forcing an orgasm from you did seem to be his goal. And fuck, you lamented, he was good at it. 

He doubled up, twisting two fingers deep inside of you, pounding them into your body all the way to the knuckle, fast and hard, dragging you towards the edge. Your legs began to tremble, and you knew your face must’ve looked a mess, because you were in total shock. 

It felt like he was going to vibrate you right out of your skin, and still he moved faster. He wrapped his other hand around your belly, holding you in place, and you thrashed against it, fighting the mounting urge to come. 

You were doing pretty well, you thought, given the conditions. Until…

His soft lips pressed themselves down onto your spine. It was just a chaste kiss, but it unfurled you like a ripcord. You exploded, your whole body convulsing in bliss, and although you were wearing a blindfold, you could see white streaks and stars dancing across your vision. You came alive. 

Price pulled out of you, and you felt the stream of slick drip down your legs. He’d forced you to squirt, something you thought was completely faked, only for pornos. But, there it was, proof of its reality smearing down your thighs and onto the concrete floor. 

Pain, again. 

The searing sting of a taser in the sensitive flesh of your belly. 

Fists and harsh palms. 

The bite of a chain. 

A sharp ache from a needle or a knife. 

His fist closing around your index finger and snapping it cleanly in two. 

You wanted to puke, but there was nothing to come up. Your belly bulged and hollowed, letting you gag and choke around nothing, going through the motions and yet giving you nothing to move. 

Then, pleasure. 

His hands were back on your pussy, finding your clit and teasing you until you jerked forward. But, his hand remained, insisting. And insisting. And insisting. 

You lost track of how many times you’d toppled over the edge of your orgasm. There were no borders, not anymore. Your pleasure was bleeding and smearing all around you in one great wave, blinding you to the starts and stops from coming and not. You were drowning in it. 

Just when you thought you might pass out, you felt the prod of his prick between your legs, entering you from behind. You couldn’t feel a condom. You tried to twist yourself away, rocking your hips to no avail. 

This was definitely not protocol.

Those lips returned to the same spot on your spine, and you melted onto him, covering him like hot wax, sealing your body onto his cock like a brass signet, letting him leave his mark on you. 

His hands found your breasts, squeezing them roughly, holding your body to him in a vicious embrace. 

Then, he dug around inside of your mouth and yanked out the gag. You felt yourself make a terrible noise, but you couldn’t hear the sound that came out. You knew he could, though, because when he heard you, his cock throbbed at your entrance, and it made him push forward, dipping into you even deeper. 

Wait… Captain Price. Please. Wait. Wait. 

You wondered if you were as loud as you tried to be. In fact, you wondered if he could hear you at all because he did not stop. If anything, he went onward with even more fervor. 

His mouth kissed its way across your back, and you could feel his stubble and the coarse hairs of his beard raking their way along your skin. His warm tongue leaving little wet stamps as it laved across you, tasting your sweat. 

The way his fat prick was stretching you out made you question if he was using himself or the armrest of the chair that you had tried to kill him with. You hissed from the ache, but he didn’t halt his advance. Didn’t retreat. He just pressed further inside of you. 

How much cock did this jerk have?

Finally, you felt his hairy base tickle the skin under your ass cheeks, and you knew there was an end to his incredible length. 

What… why are you doing this? Why…

He pulled himself out in the same way he had pressed in, slowly and with a fierce persistence. 

Then, he began to pound himself into you.

You were at the perfect height for him, and it made you sick to your stomach to know that it was deliberate. This had been his plan all along. And although most of you felt completely indignant, there was a nasty little demon in your heart that celebrated in it. He’d wanted you from the start, even after you’d made him bleed, maybe even because of it. 

And that thought brought you no small amount of joy. 

His hands had returned to your breasts, playing with them too roughly. John was pinching your nipples and craning his neck around to suckle from them, nipping at them with his teeth until you screamed from the pain of being bitten. Even then, your screams were a poor deterrent. It didn’t stop him from returning to them, crushing the stiff tips as he worked his cock inside of you, fucking himself up into you at a punishing pace. 

He only pulled away to stick his tongue inside of your armpit, licking you over and over in a place where no one had ever even thought to lick, and you wished you could say, honestly, that it had disgusted you. But, it didn’t. If anything, it made you gasp with a new brand of pleasure. He had awakened something fresh and bright in you that you never meant to discover. 

Then, he got brave. He shoved two fingers right into your slack mouth, and you immediately bit down, hard. You could taste blood, and you fought against his flesh, trying to crack the bone. But, he shoved them down your throat, and all you had to chew on was a fat fist that wouldn’t even allow your jaw to close much less to bite. 

You could feel his fingers in your throat, deep down in a place where fingers were never supposed to go, and all you could do was swallow around them, trying your best to keep from drooling into your airway. 

His cheek pressed into your shoulder blade. He was enjoying you. 

The way his gentle kiss or the softness of his cheek ripped orgasms from you was concerning, to say the least. You hoped you could remember this moment, of how the way he rested himself against you as he was taking you against your vocal will was throwing your body down a deep well of dark, forbidden pleasure. How your vision burned white and gold and formed spots of colors that had no names as he fucked you into a different plane of existence. How you thought, if you got a late night text, written in his smoky, raspy Scouse accent, you would crawl your way back across the pond just so he could give it to you again. 

Oh, my God… You screamed from the pit of your belly. 

His thrusts never slowed. He was like a machine. All those muscles were being put to work, and you were the mission. 

Had it been hours?

Days?

Did the world still exist outside of this concrete cube that you suspected you were in?

Would you starve to death in here?

The demon that apparently lived in your cunt rolled its eyes and said, who cares? I wanna come again and again and again…

And you did. You were so overstimulated that you thought even someone looking at you the right way would make you come. It had become painful, at one point, and now you were not numb… Numb wasn’t the right word. You were soft. Your mind and your pussy were just murky, oily, cock-filled vessels, happy they were full and unwilling to question what it meant. 

When he finally pulled out of you, you were limp. You didn’t thrash or fight. You couldn’t, even if you wanted to. 

You felt his fingers again, drawing out your foaming, frothy come into his hand. He used it to smear it along the rim of your asshole. Then, he began to fuck your tight hole with his fingers, one. Over and over. One. One. One. Then, he added a second. Two. Two. A thousand times, two. Three was a bit of a challenge, but he pushed through. Three. Two. Three. Two. Three. Three. Three. And then, none. 

None. 

None. 

Where did he go?

Pain. A heavy hand slapping across your bruised tits. Again. Again. 

You were screaming, surely. You wanted to be, at least. 

The flat of his palm beat itself against your breast over and over without mercy. 

Then, his cockhead rested at the entrance of your asshole. 

You didn’t beg this time. If anything, he should be the one begging, you thought. If you lived, you were going to make him remember you. 

Price shoved himself inside of you with some force, but you took it. You waited until he was fully sheathed inside, and when he took a breath, when those lips rested themselves on the back of your neck, you beared down on him, hard. 

You felt his breath catch as it skittered across your skin. 

The demon in you chuckled in triumph. 

C’mon, Captain. Is that all you got? You made the words come out of your throat, and you hoped he could hear you. 

The way that his hand fisted itself in your hair told you that he had. 

If you thought he had fucked your pussy like an animal, you had been mistaken. He took your ass like he owned it. Like it was his toy. There was no pleasure-seeking rhythm, no careful pacing or grinding movements. He was fucking you because he wanted to come. So, you made him. 

Every time he dragged himself out, you let him go, but every time he pressed himself in, you fought him the whole way. Squeezing and pushing, squeezing and pushing, making your tight hole even tighter, rocking your hips to drive him mad with want. 

You felt him lose control, his hot spend filling your ass and bursting out of his swollen head, soaking your hole. You pulsed around him, and you felt that soft cheek return to your shoulder. 

Come for me, baby. Good boy. You giggled out loud. 

He slapped you across the mouth, and you laughed harder, feeling his cock slip out of you, spent. 

You can’t hurt me in a way that matters, John Price. Do your fuckin’ worst.

You felt him step around you, smelling his breath as he held you face to face. Then, the noise of the room came back and you could hear him panting, ragged and desperate. You felt the blindfold fall away and you could see him, your eyes shrinking in the dim light of the cell, hurt by even the smallest glow of light. 

You were back, but you were not yourself. Not anymore. You were a different you. Someone he had made. He had crafted you with his own hands. 

“Why? Why didn’t you beg me to stop?”

His eyes were burning into yours as he stared down at you, questioning what he had done, what you had done with him. You had used him like a sharpener, honing yourself to a high shine, and he didn’t understand. 

When you heard your voice for the first time, you mourned it a bit, but you knew it would come back eventually. It was raspy, muddled, and barely audible, but you said it with your whole chest,

“I was made for this, and I could go all fuckin’ day.”

“How long?”

“What?”

“How long did he keep you prisoner?”

Kate Laswell, you fucking bitch. 

He’d read your file. The real one. Not the one on your tagline, but the one that you and Laswell had hidden away. 

“Five months,” you told him, a sick smile on your face, “But, you already knew that.”  

He sighed, his hands on his hips, just as naked as you, which you found a little funny. 

“Why’d you come here? Why would she…” 

You watched him wrestle with the betrayal in his head, knowing he’d been manipulated. He’d walked right into her trap. You basked in his confusion, having almost as much fun as you’d had while he was railing you into oblivion. 

“Laswell said you needed a way into the Ikon, some strip club on the border between Russia and Urzikstan. So, I said I would help.”

“And she knew I’d say no…”

“Unless you knew I could handle it.”

It was his turn to be in pain. You could see the fire of it creeping through his belly, knowing he’d just tortured a girl who’d written the book in torture. The surgeries and the psych consults were long, long behind you, but your run in with the Russian mob was not something you were ever going to forget. But, now, John Price was going to give you a chance at revenge. You were his gun, and you just needed him to point you in the right direction. 

Suddenly, he cut you down, freeing you from your hanging place. You crumpled into his arms, letting him hold you as you collapsed. You used your hands to pet the worry out of his eyes, and he fought you for it, trying to stop you from comforting him. So, you grabbed him with what little strength you could muster, and you pulled his face to yours, pressing your mouths together, making him taste your blood from where he had cut your cheek against your teeth. He yanked his head back, furrowing his brow,

“No, stop…”

“Shut up,” you said, kissing him again and feeling his surrender as he held you tighter, pulling you into his chest even though he was ridden with guilt. 

“We shouldn’t, love. I’m so sor–”

“Where’d you put that gag?” You pretended to look around for it, earning a slight smile and an exasperated huff.

You knew you’d made the cut, because when he fucked you this time, he didn’t hold back.

Whelp. Kinktober!

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Here's To Us | bfd!harry

best friend's dad!harry x reader | forbidden romance

Thanks to this request!!

Summary: A quick little weekend getaway is sweet and romantic. You reveal something that makes Harry do something a bit out of character.

Word Count: 6.4k

Warning: 18+ only, smut, public sex, breeding kink, age gap, fluffy fluff but also lined with a bit of anxiety at what's soon to come

Best Friend's Dad!Harry Masterlist

Harry wasn’t giving a single fuck. You assumed he’d want to keep his distance at least on the way out to the taxi that waited in front of his house to take you both to the airport but he pulled you along, his hand wrapped around yours, and then kissed you right before you ducked down to slide into the backseat.

You felt a bit on edge as you looked all around, wondering which neighbor had seen it or if maybe Fae or her mother were parked nearby watching.

Harry put his arm around your shoulder and kissed your temple when he climbed in next to you, “It’s fine. Don’t stress.”

Even at the airport, you kept your eyes moving all around. What if someone you knew was there? It was definitely possible. And with the way Harry kept stretching his hand out for you to hold, he didn’t seem to mind at all if anyone saw.

“What do you want?” Harry nudged your arm to give your order to the barista.

“Oh. Just a coffee. I’ll add some milk and sugar.”

Harry smiled down at you and rubbed your back, “Can you relax a little? Everything’s going to be just fine.”

You really did try. You weren’t able to fully chill until you were on the plane and in your seats. Harry didn’t let go of your hand as he kept reassuring you that things would be fine.

And they were fine. The trip was relatively uneventful. Other than you and Harry deciding to silence your phones so you could ignore the messages from his wife and his daughter. At that point, they were both convinced you and Harry were having an affair since neither of you was reachable or responding.

The last text you got from Fae had your heart dropping.

I know you must be with him because he’s not responding to me either and it’s unlike him. I hope you’re happy with yourself.

“Don’t look at it right now. Let’s just enjoy our time to be a normal couple. When we get back on Sunday we’ll face all of this together.”

You nodded and sighed, “I know. It’s just so hard. We’ve been hidden away from everyone and now things are changing. Being in the open and knowing what we’re about to do…�� You leaned into his arm as you waited for your luggage to arrive on the conveyor.

Harry turned and put his nose to your temple, “I know baby. It’s a lot but we’ll be okay.”

Quebec was gorgeous. You’d never been before and you were thoroughly impressed with how clean and quaint the city was. A little dream town really.

Harry booked a room at the Hotel Boutique Ophelia. It was all modern and updated with a nice cocktail bar you couldn’t wait to enjoy with Harry by your side. You were already feeling giddy about going out in public with him and not being worried that anyone would spot you.

Your room had a big king-sized bed and a tall window that overlooked the busy street. The bathroom had a big tub with jets, “Harry this is really nice,” you looked around as you sat on the bed.

Harry sat next to you and laid back into the bed, stretching his limbs with a groan.

Of course when he did that his t-shirt lifted and exposed part of his tummy. Which you couldn’t help but lean over him and kiss the expanse of exposed flesh.

But it didn’t end there. When you felt his hand cup the back of your head you smiled as you kissed his belly button and the bit of hair tickled your mouth. You plucked at his button and opened his trousers and he started to sit up to protest but his appeal was weak. He folded nearly as fast as he opened his mouth and you shushed him as you pulled his pants down and reached into his briefs to find his cock.

You just wanted to show him how grateful you were. You realized that what he was doing with you would be something he could never come back from. He would lose his stability, his financial situation would change dramatically, people would shun him or hate him, and his daughter might despise him. He could lose her. You could lose her. Everything you two were doing was a risk and it was going to hurt a lot of people. But you weren’t going to stop now. It was too late for that. It was too late to take it all back and pretend nothing had happened. Because now his wife and his daughter were onto you both. Especially the way you’d gone silent in the last couple of days.

So, he deserved some kind of gift from you. And a good blow job could do the trick for now. It was all you had to give but you hoped it could convey your appreciation to him. That he chose you above everyone else in his life who was most important. He picked you. Over his own daughter. And yes, that might be a horrible thing, but to you… it just meant you wanted to give him anything he wanted. Show him how much you loved him and that you’d never leave his side.

And yes, it was just a blow job, but it was a start. Right?

The moment you pulled him out of his underwear he scrambled to pull them off and you licked over his tip softly and kissed. You looked up at him through your lashes with your tongue out and lovingly wetted his shaft and kissed as you went.

“I love you, Harry,” you moved your lips against his foreskin as you spoke.

His grunted response made you smile as you kissed your way down his length. He grew hard fast which pleased you. You wanted that response. Loved that he got so hard for you.

You drew your hand up and down his shaft as you kissed and lapped at his scrotum gently. You leaned to your right a bit so you could see his face beyond his thick cock that you pumped slowly. He was already looking down at you with his lips parted and small puffs of breath falling from his mouth. His nostrils were flaring slightly as he inhaled.

You did love him. So much. He was so good with you. So sweet and patient. And reassuring. He was everything and you held him taught in your hand as you brought your lips to his tip, kissing his slit again and sighing, “Wanna have you coming in my mouth. Want to show you how happy I am with you.”

You had to tell him ahead of time. Because so many times you’d start sucking him off and he’d want to finish inside of you. He preferred filling you up and telling you how he was gonna knock you up. Which you did love. And you wanted. But this was for him. Something just for Harry. He always made sex all about you and your pleasure. But at that moment, you only wanted his pleasure. His ecstasy.

You wrapped your lips around his tip and tongued over his frenulum before moving yourself down further over him, sucking him in. You kept your hand wrapped around his base, twisting and pulling softly as you licked and sucked around his cock. You used your hand as an extension of your mouth.

With Harry’s legs spread just a bit he tucked a pillow under his neck so he could angle himself to watch you. You gave him your best work. Taking him down as deep as possible and then lifting up to his tip over and over again, letting your tongue wet his prick and swirl around his head.

You hollowed your cheeks as you sucked and twisted his base with your wet palm. Harry moaned and reached down to your head. His eyes were dark as his pupils were blown out and his moans were getting whinier the deeper you took him.

When you’d finally gotten into a good pace and you were in a good position between his legs you pressed your palms into his upper thighs and looked up at him as you pushed yourself down until his long cock grazed the back of your throat. You moaned and swallowed and then forced yourself lower, his tip dragging into your tonsils and making you gag lightly.

Everything was wet. You were drooling and coughing as you kept your mouth wrapped around him. Sinking your mouth down on his cock over and over again had your eyes watering but you kept looking back up at him. Harry was moaning and gently bucking his hips upward as he kept his hands on the back of your head.

“Oh baby, just like that…” he breathed his words and kept his neck angled to watch everything you did. He loved seeing you with his cock in his mouth. He preferred watching your pussy take him but this was right up there with his favorite views.

Harry’s abs clenched as he began to tremble and whimper, “Yes… yesyesyes…”

You could feel his thighs shaking under your hands as he pressed you down over his cock. You could taste his precome. He was right at the edge. His neck was straining as he kept his eyes on yours.

“Fuck… I’m coming!” He growled and you felt the pressure from his thick cock as it began to pulse in your mouth. His hand at the back of your head kept you down over him and you squeezed your eyes closed as he orgasmed down your throat.

You gurgled as you attempted to swallow every drop but it was difficult. Harry always came in big gushes. Swallowing what you could as his cock throbbed in your throat you moaned and blinked your eyes to look up at him as he let go of the back of your head. His head was back into the pillow, his chest was heaving, and his face flushed red.

Slowly dragging your lips up you swallowed again and licked upward as you lifted yourself off him. You put your palm back around his base and licked along his ridges and the skin as you peeked up at him. He groaned and lifted himself by his elbows, “Jesus Christ, Y/n. Fucking gonna kill me with that mouth,” he pulled at your hand and dragged you over him. You still had your outfit on. Normally Harry was the one still clothed while you were bare, but this time it felt good to have him be the one naked and panting after having just come from your mouth.

“Let’s go out and enjoy the city now!” You grinned as you kissed his mouth.

Walking hand in hand along the sidewalk was your favorite. You adored being able to stand on your tiptoes and give a quick kiss to his neck or his jaw right in front of people. Loved that not a single person looked at you like you were doing something wrong. Loved that no one knew who you were.

Dinner was at some spot you passed by that looked good. French. Like most of the other restaurants you saw. You and Harry sat right next to each other and shared your plates and kissed and talked. There wasn’t any space between you two as you ate. Harry’s arm was around you as you fed him bites from your fork and he did the same with you. A shared bottle of wine made you giggly and Harry kept kissing your hand and your cheek.

If you could have this with Harry all the time, then everything you’d face soon would be worth it. To have Harry was worth it regardless, but this? To kiss and touch and flirt in public was a dream.

You walked toward a park and made plans for the next day. You didn’t have much time to spend away with him before you had to be back but Saturday you had a full day with just the two of you together. You tried not thinking of what to expect on Sunday when you returned home. Tried not to imagine how it would be to face everyone with the truth once and for all.

So you pushed away all your anxiety and let Harry’s warmth comfort and calm you.

The sun went down at around 4:30 pm but you kept walking together hand in hand. Even Harry was thrilled to be out with you in public, “This is how it can be for us. I can’t wait to just not worry about anyone seeing us.”

You smiled and looked up at him, “I don’t know if I’ve ever been happier, Harry. I can’t believe how much I needed this.”

Harry put his arm around your shoulder to keep you closer as you both walked through the chilly streets back toward your hotel. It was still a bit early but you both agreed you were ready to head back. Wanted to cuddle and try out the jetted tub. You were also quite horny after giving Harry that blow job. He had tried to reciprocate but you wanted to go out and eat and explore first.

The inside of the hotel was warm and bright. And then you remembered the cocktail bar as you walked toward the stairs toward your room, “Let’s get a cocktail!” You looked up at Harry.

He nodded, “Of course. Anything you want my love.”

You both were seated quickly and given menus. Sitting close to Harry’s side you leaned into him and kissed his chest as you looked down at the menu.

“This one sounds good,” you pointed at a cocktail on the menu called Zelda and Harry ordered you both one.

“I should have brushed up on my French a little. I feel so dumb trying to figure out what most of the words are,” you laughed as you looked down at the menu with the cocktails.

Harry chuckled and you both clinked your glasses together when he lifted his up to yours, “Here’s to us. To happiness. To love. To whatever may come,” he softly smiled as you both sipped your drink.

“To us,” you took another quick sip before sitting your glass down and leaning up to kiss his mouth.

Harry had his glass placed down and he cupped your face, kissing you back slowly.

Normally you weren’t into PDA. But being in Quebec with Harry made you feel invisible. You didn’t care if anyone saw you kissing or not. No one cared and that was the part that made you feel so giddy and free.

The check was paid and you and Harry found yourselves in your room all before 7pm.

“My sweet girl,” Harry drew your body into his and wrapped his arms around you in a big hug, “I’m so happy with you. I hope you know that.”

You smiled and nodded into his chest as you tilted your head back to look up at him, “I’m so happy with you too, Harry. No matter what.”

The bed was still a bit crumpled from your earlier activities as Harry pulled the blankets down and pushed you into the bed. He kept his eyes on yours as he pulled your pants down your legs and you grinned as he smoothed his chilled palms over your bare limbs, “Cold!”

Harry huffed and pushed himself over you, attaching his lips to yours so your back hit the mattress, “Then let’s warm ‘em up.”

Harry had you naked on the bed under him as he pushed your legs apart and took his shirt off with a smirk, “Might get messy,” he said as he lowered himself and licked upward through your crease a few times, pressing over your clit and then going back down to lick from your entrance upward.

It was a funny thing how you already knew he was going to eat you out first thing. You knew Harry well. He didn’t like to be the only one to get off. It took a lot of convincing to have him drop it earlier when you insisted on going out after giving him head.

So you were certain that once you got into your room that Harry would be doing exactly what he was.

You sighed and smiled as you laid your head back on the pillow. Harry’s mouth always worked wonders on your pussy. He was simply the best. He was eager and skilled and he loved getting you off. Honestly, everything about Harry was something you’d have loved to brag to all your friends about. Make them all jealous with how good he was in bed, how hot his body was, how sweet he was with you, how big his cock was…

But you’d never once been able to tell anyone about him. You’d not been able to share about how you had the most amazing boyfriend with the biggest heart who was also great in bed.

“Ahh!” you cried when Harry inserted two fingers into your weepy hole. You were turned on and ready for him before you’d even gotten to your room. So it didn’t take much to have you gasping and writhing against Harry’s mouth.

His deep moans vibrated into your core and belly button. You moaned and stuffed your fingers into his hair, “I need you, Harry…”

Harry looked up at you and your perked nipples and your wiggly hips. He sucked your clit in and pressed his fingers into you deeply, stroking your insides fervently.

Everything sounded wet. Harry’s slurps and your drippy cunt with fingers stuffed deep inside gushed.

“I need you too, baby. Fucking so good for me aren’t you?” He spoke against your pussy, his lips brushing over your clit as he continued fucking into you with his long fingers.

Harry reached his free hand up to grab your hand and slid his fingers between yours. Somehow having your hand in his as he ate you out and fingered you had you tipping into your orgasm quickly. You began to quiver and moan loudly, “Oooh!”

Harry looked up at you as he licked and flicked his tongue around your clit slowly. You moaned and ground your cunt into his face and against his fingers as you began to come. Your muscles tensed and Harry continued stroking along your walls as he enveloped your clit with his whole mouth.

You felt like you were floating as you orgasmed and whimpered into the room. You tilted your neck back and closed your eyes as Harry’s fingers tightened around yours. You pulled at his hair and gasped.

When he drew his mouth away from between your legs you lifted your head to look at him. He climbed up and lay next to you.

His warm body next to yours was a comfort. You closed your eyes and felt his hand graze over your skin, from your hips to your breasts and over your arms. You sighed and turned toward him with a big smile.

“Gonna keep all your clothes on?” You plucked at his shirt.

“I’ll get ‘em off. Don’t worry. Need me naked?” Harry huffed a laugh.

You shook your head, “I don’t NEED you naked.” You laughed, “But it’s probably more comfortable for you,” you pulled at one of the buttons on his shirt and loosened it from its spot before working your way down to the next one.

Harry watched you slowly unbutton him.

He eventually rolled to his back and put his hands behind his head as you got him nearly all undressed. Shirt unbuttoned, pants undone. You sat up to your knees and tried yanking his pants down but with the way he was lying on his back, it was hard.

Harry laughed as he watched you struggle, “Need some help?”

“Well, if you want your clothes off you have to lift your hips,” you patted his over his low tummy as you sat over him.

Harry reached up to cup your breast and thumb over your nipple softly, “I guess I should listen to the naked girl then shouldn’t I?”

You laughed and yanked at his pants again, this time Harry lifted his bottom up, arching his back so you were able to pull them down and finally pull them off his legs. Harry sat up and shrugged his shirt off and once he was finally free of all his clothes he pulled you down into the bed and wrapped his arms around you.

You smiled and stuffed your face into his chest with a sigh. You felt a blanket cover your body suddenly and opened your eyes, tilting your head back to look up at your handsome man.

He kissed your nose and somehow you found sleep very quickly. It was still early and you’d imagined that you two would stay up having sex and watching TV but clearly, you both were exhausted from travel.

You woke up to Harry moving behind you, his hands traveling over your tits and his nose tucked into your neck. He was solid and poking into your bottom from behind.

You moaned and stretched your legs and then you heard Harry’s voice, “Sweet girl…” his lips kissed at your neck and you closed your eyes.

Reaching behind yourself you found the back of Harry’s neck and moved your head to look behind yourself but everything was hard to see in the dark. Harry grunted and his fingers gripped onto your hips as he rocked into you, his dick fitting between your cheeks.

The longer Harry’s lips were on your neck and his hard cock rubbed into your ass the more turned on you got. You felt his fingers find your cunt and he pulled your hips, angling you for his access. He stuffed a finger inside of you and that’s when you realized you were already wet.

Everything was slow and lazy. You barely had your eyes opened as you pushed yourself back onto his finger and moaned.

He lifted your thigh and slid his leg between yours to keep your legs parted as he fingered you and then rubbed over your clit slowly. You could feel his heavy cock nudging into you where his fingers were so you spread your legs further and moved his hand away before guiding his cock inside of you.

He pressed in until his hips were against your ass and he reached over you to place his fingers on your clit.

Your back was leaned into his chest as he fucked into you. His breathing was heavy and his pace grew more frantic when he began to kiss your neck again. You weren’t sure you could come but you were certainly turned on and everything he did felt so good. His big cock slipping into your walls made you ache and clench.

“Fuck…” Harry groaned deeply, “M’gonna come.”

You knew Harry would burst quickly just by the way he was breathing and moving. He was shaky and moaning and he must have woken up horny as hell.

“Come inside of me,” you whispered in a moan. He was already throbbing when you said it and then you felt his muscles tighten as he jerked his hips upward, holding your hip as he pumped into you with a soft groan in your ear.

You loved the feel of his cock throbbing and emptying inside of your pussy. You cooed at him as he orgasmed and trembled behind you.

When he finally slackened his hold on your hip you placed your hand over his and pulled it up to your mouth to kiss.

He sighed and snuggled in closer to you and that’s how you fell asleep. With his cock still inside of you and filled with his come.

You made a mental note to buy some cranberry juice and pee first thing when you woke up.

And you did order cranberry juice when you two finally made it to a small café for breakfast. But you didn’t pee first thing because Harry was fucking you again before you’d even gotten out of bed.

He woke you up much in the same way he did in the middle of the night with his lips at your neck and his hard prick poking into your rear.

Except this time he wanted to make sure you came. He had you on all fours, rubbing your clit with your face smushed into the blanket. He told you he was fucking his come from earlier back into your pussy and kept moaning at how pretty it was. And you could hear it. Things were absolutely drenched. You knew it must have been a sight because he kept having to pull out before he’d come too fast, “Need you to come this time, baby,” he spoke against your shoulder blades as he rocked his hips into the air to calm himself down.

You adored how attentive he was with you and how he always wanted you to come, but you kind of liked how he fucked you and came inside of you so fast in the night. There was something so primal and needy about it. So dirty and rude. He woke up horny, fucked your hole, and poured into you before falling back asleep without having you come.

But he insisted on your orgasm once morning came and so who were you to deny him? With your pussy already full of his come he had you pulsing and shaking as he fucked you through your orgasm. Soft moans into the blanket as his fingers spread over your clit worked you to your end before he finally grunted deeply and pounded himself into you until your tummy was flat on the mattress and he was finishing inside of you once again, cock twitching and leaking into you.      

The café where you wound up was in the Petite-Champlain neighborhood. There were a lot of people walking through the cobblestone streets as you and Harry sipped your coffee and enjoyed croissants with jam. And that cranberry juice for yourself just in case.

Then you both took the funicular up to Cap Diamont where you had really great views of Quebec City. Lunch was at a little bistro in the Old Quebec area. But really, most of your day entailed walking together and kissing on park benches. You and Harry had bundled up again and found yourselves buying hot chocolate and tea to keep warm outside.

But as chilly as it was, you were having the time of your life doing almost nothing. With Harry, it felt like you were in a romance movie or something. Strolling through old streets and stopping into little shops and making out against the brick buildings as people walked past.

When you two got to a large park and walked around the garden you sat on a bench and held hands.

“I’d have a baby with you,” you blurted out as you watched a woman and her husband push an expensive-looking stroller in front of them.

Harry turned and looked at you in surprise, “Yeah? Have you been thinking about it?”

You nodded and leaned your head onto his shoulder, “A little. I mean… I want kids so. I don’t think there’s anyone else I’m going to want to have kids with. Other than you.”

Harry kissed the top of your head and stayed silent for a bit. You knew that he teased you often about giving you his babies but felt this was something that needed to be said before you two were in it truly for the long haul. You wanted kids one day. And you saw yourself with Harry.

He pulled you closer, his arm around your back, and finally spoke, “Then I’ll give you babies if that’s what you want. Would love to see you pregnant.”

You laughed and looked up at him, “You’ve said that a time or two.”

He grinned, “Yeah. Something about getting you knocked up makes me lose my mind a little. Wanna go try for it now?”

You both laughed as you sat up, “I need to get my implant removed. And… let’s wait until after everyone knows. Because then we’ll have a better idea of what to expect. But yeah. I want your babies.”

Harry swallowed harshly and you saw his throat bob as he licked his lips, “I’m gonna be thinking about this all day now. Got me half hard just mentioning it.”

You sputtered out a giggle, “Really? Just saying I’d let you get me pregnant has you turned on?”

He nodded and inhaled a deep breath as he looked out over the park toward the monument, “Certainly does.”

And after that conversation, Harry was only even more touchy, feely with you. He was gentle and warm and he kept looking at you in a way that made you tingle and heat up. You knew what he was thinking.

He’d made dinner reservations for you two at a nice restaurant later on. The sun had begun to go down and you two were still enjoying your magic little day together as you made your way to the dinner spot.

The place looked old and beautiful. You felt very underdressed but you were both seated anyway. You’d been outside all day exploring the city and you hadn’t gotten back to your room to change.

Harry took your hand and squeezed, “Don’t worry about how you’re dressed. No one cares. See?” He looked around the dining room and you nodded with a smile.

A glass of wine made you feel a lot better. And then the food was brought out and you nearly forgot about everyone else in the room altogether.

You both had your cell phones on airplane mode. Harry used a downloaded map to help you get around but you both didn’t want to see any phone calls or notifications from anyone. You did have to connect to wifi that morning to text your boss that you were going to be off that day, but you quickly put it back into airplane mode when you noticed a few more missed texts. One even from your mother. You’d worry about all that the following night.

Dessert was crème brulé which you shared with Harry. He was feeding you with his spoon and you both were laughing at the mess he was making, “I’m gonna settle up. Go into the bathroom and wait for me,” he looked at you with a serious yet thoughtful expression and you laughed.

“Why?”

“Do as I say,” he raised a brow at you as he leaned forward to pull out his wallet. You rolled your eyes and whispered in his ear, “I don’t know what you’re planning but I doubt there’s a spot for any fooling around.”

Harry sighed and nodded at your waiter before turning to face you, “There is. Go check. I’ll be there in a minute.”

You couldn’t believe him. He couldn’t even wait thirty minutes before you’d get back to your room but you were quite excited to learn what he had in mind. You trusted Harry so you’d play along.

The hallway off the main dining room had four separate rooms for a bathroom. It was then you realized that each room was a single room with a toilet and sink. The one at the end had a bench so that was your choice. You grinned as you looked both ways down the hall and stepped in. The room was lowly lit and as your eyes took in the small space you figured the bench could work. Or you could lean into the sink and vanity.

Moments later there was a knock and the door opened. Harry stepped in and locked the door and his hands found your hips and his mouth covered yours. You laughed into the kiss but he was absolutely serious as he pushed you against the sink and moaned into your mouth.

“Gonna imagine I’m getting you pregnant every time I fuck you now, you realize that?” Harry spoke quietly in his deep voice as he unbuckled his belt quickly.

“Yeah? Is that what we’re doing here? You couldn’t wait to get me in bed, Mr. Styles?”

Harry licked his lips and roughly lifted up your dress, “You shouldn’t have told me you wanted my babies if you didn’t want me to fuck you in a public bathroom,” Harry’s hands slid your panties down to your thighs and he turned you to face the mirror.

You bit your tongue as he manhandled you and kneaded your bottom in his hands, “I already paid so you can be loud too, baby,” he looked at you through the mirror and put his hand next to yours on the stone counter of the sink as you felt his hot tip tracing up and down your slit, “let everyone know who’s fucking you like you need.”

You were like a different person suddenly. It had never occurred to you to do something like what was just about to happen. But you wanted it. Harry’s sudden demeanor was dominant and possessive and it felt kinky. You surprised yourself how much you were into it.

You dropped your mouth open and kept your eyes on his through the mirror as you pushed back into him and he met you with a hefty thrust, pushing himself in past your muscle and you hissed at the sudden stretch.

Harry’s eyes were dark and he looked possessed as he looked down to your pussy wrapped around him. He tried being gentle at first. Worked himself into you slowly but when you spread your legs and lowered your torso over the sink so he could have more access he groaned and used his free hand to pull one of your cheeks so he could watch as he disappeared into you completely.

“Yes! Fuck!” You moaned as he drew himself back and jerked his hips forward into you swiftly.

Harry kept one hand on the sink to steady himself as he began to pound into you. Your body was shoved upward into the counter over and over again as he rocked into you.

You lifted your neck to peek up at him through the mirror and felt a wash of heat over your back at how gorgeous he was, how much he was enjoying your body. When he caught your eyes on him he leaned over your back and worked himself into you with deep thrusts, the front of his strong thighs pasted to the back of yours.

“When you get pregnant everyone’s gonna know who’s fucking you. Gonna know who did it to you.”

You rolled your eyes to the back of your head as you moaned. You loved the idea of everyone knowing that he was the one who had your tummy growing.

Harry rolled his hips into you forcefully and he grunted at each plunge. When he lowered a hand to your front he found your clit and continued wrecking your insides as he slid his fingers over your button.

You gasped and watched Harry’s eyes in the mirror as he began to grow flushed.

You moaned his name quietly.

“Louder. Say it louder.”

You began to tremble as you moaned his name louder.

It wasn’t like you really needed to loudly moan for anyone to know what was happening in that bathroom. Harry’s pounding into you was certainly heard in the hallway and the counter under your torso was banging into the wall with a loud thud in time with his thrusts.

When you began to feel the vibrations of your clit throbbing and your orgasm winding its way from your center you cried in a pathetic whimper as you were pushed upward over and over again.

“Coming on my cock? Yeah? Feels good little girl?” Harry’s words were spoken through gritted teeth and heavy pants as he knocked himself into you.

You wailed and gasped. Harry was working himself into you sharply as you spasmed around him in delirium. You had never had sex in public and while you knew you might have been overhead a time or two, this was different and it had you intoxicated with him. You loved it.

He had been so worked up when you told him you wanted him to get you pregnant and this was the result. He couldn’t do enough to show everyone you were his. His carnal caveman self wanted so badly to fuck you into oblivion right in front of everyone and get you pregnant so no one could mistake who you belonged to. They could watch it with their own eyes. Of course, since Harry was a modern gentleman, he settled for railing you in the bathroom of a nice little French restaurant in Quebec instead. It would have to do.

You hadn’t even noted Harry’s orgasm at all. You heard him moaning and felt his fingers on your clit but you must have been in a different dimension because suddenly you caught your breath and Harry was cleaning you up and whispering how much he loved you and needed you.

“You know I’ll take care of you, baby… everything will be so good, I promise you…”

The exit was slightly awkward, to put it mildly. You and Harry briskly walked (well, you wobbled a bit) out of the front door and figured you’d never be back at that little restaurant anyway. Harry kept telling you to just look at his face and ignore everyone who watched as you passed through the tables and then the maître d' before finally finding yourself outside.

It had started to drizzle lightly and your jacket didn’t have a hood so Harry pulled his jacket off and draped it over both of you so you could walk back to your hotel without getting too wet.

You leaned into him and wrapped your arms around his middle with a grin, “I love you, Harry.”

He looked down at you under his coat and quirked his lips up in a cheeky smile. His cheeks were still flushed and he just looked like a man who had a secret that no one knew. No one except you of course. A secret shared between you two that no one was in on.

Yet.

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[taeminsung]

close to you..

pairing: minho x reader

summary: airports were hard for minho and so was the lack of planning for their trip to paris.

mina’s notes: this is slightly off from the ask and i took this in an extreme comfort direction. please enjoy ♡

trigger warning: anxiety

anon request: Can I request y/n taking care of Minho when he gets air sick on the plane to Paris 💌

Airports were already hard enough for Minho, but throwing you into the mix made it all the more difficult. It was the first time that you were traveling with the boys, rather than meeting them at their destination and the added level of stress for Minho was rising with each step he took. Minho didn’t mean to beg Chan to let you travel with them but he heard Paris and all logical sense went out the window, as his mind started to show images of how he could spend his down time off with you by his side exploring the city of love. If he had more time to plan, he would have found a way to make it even more special, but instead he settled on at least having the memories with you there. Currently, each step he took filled him with dread and uncertainty.

I’m going to be sick he thought, fingers stretching out to find purchase of whoever was in front of him.

Minho’s fingers tangled in the bottom of the jacket of whoever was slightly to the side of him, hoping that the feeling of someone familiar would calm his racing heart. His eyes stayed glued to the ground as he tracked the shoes of Han, making sure to not deviate too far from him. Feeling fingers wrap around his wrist, he felt the panic bubble even more in his chest as the comfort of the jacket was slowly pulled from him, daring himself to look up just a little, he noticed the familiar sweater paws you had from earlier and watched the way you intertwined his fingers with yours. With a small tug, he felt himself being pulled closer into your side at the same time he felt someone else hover close to his other side. Fear crept up his spine at the thought of someone getting not only this close to him but also to you, since he knew he probably couldn’t protect you in his current state.

It’s just Changbin on your other side, love. We have you, he heard your muffled whisper while your free hand rested on his forearm to continue to guild him.

In that moment, he feels himself relaxing just a little bit from the sound of your voice to the way you somehow knew he needed multiple points of contact in order to ground himself. A tiny muscle pulled at the corner of his lips knowing that you either silently or outwardly asked Changbin to step up to his other side as well, trying to make him feel protected in the madness that was unfolding around them. Some part of him wished that this wasn’t how he acted but some other part of him was telling him it’ll never be better. As if you could read his darkest thoughts, he felt you make quick work in releasing his hand to only have it replaced with your other hand and feel as your newly freed hand found itself on his back, rubbing small circles in comfort.

Minho wanted nothing more than to be closer to you than he currently was.

Finally, after escaping the crowds, making it through security and finding a place to sit, did Minho find himself sighing in relief. Not once did you leave his side, sometimes having to switch sides depending on where more people were walking, and always making sure that there was a member on the vacant side. He really wanted nothing more, as he sat there, than to pull you into his lap and kiss the breath out of you. It was hard for him to explain how safe you made him feel. Sitting silently, he watched as you played with his fingers and talked animatedly with Hyunjin about the museums in Paris and which ones he had to take you with on their days off. That was the other thing he found hard to explain, how you not only made him feel loved by all the little things you did for him, but also for his members. You found a way to connect with all of the members, not just because you were dating Minho but because you genuinely wanted to be friends with them, and when you found interests that you shared with them, you made that into your thing. It never bothered him to know that you were out at museums with Hyunjin or shopping with Jeongin, because he knew at the end of the day you were his and that showed in the times you brought something home for him or shared pictures of your day out with boys.

Watching you now, he really wished that he listened more to when the schedule in Paris would be so that he could have had more time to plan to ask you to be his forever. For now, he settled into the lounge chair more content with the fact you hadn’t left him side or stopped physical contact with him. Too busy in his own head, he didn’t realize that you had turned to face him, conversation with Hyunjin long over, until your reached your hand to run your fingers through your hair did he come back to reality. You ok? You hummed, nails slightly scratching his scalp, which only caused him to melt into your touch even more, eyes fluttering shut. I’m better with you around, he mused adjusting in his seat to rest his head on your shoulder.

What felt like hours seemed to pass before you were gently shaking him to wake up since the flight was boarding. Clinging to you, he couldn’t help the soft smile that formed on his lips as you indulged his clinginess by pulling him tighter to you or holding his hand a bit more firmly than usual. Quickly, he grabbed your bag placing it overhead before sneaking into the window seat, giving you puppy dog eyes as you slid into the middle seat. Glancing past you, he watched as Felix took the seat next to you, whispering something that caused his favorite sound to escape your lips. The melody of your giggle instantly calmed Minho down as he adjusted in his seat, settling in for the long flight, hoping to sleep a bit more after what felt like the longest morning ever.

As always, his dreams were filled with you.

They ranged from memories to future plans to all the small moments in between. It wasn’t until they turned from happy moments to those that weren’t his shining moments with you, the ones that he wished he could take back because of the tears that stained your cheeks. Minho’s eyes snapped open, and he gasped for air, searching for you in the dim light of the cabin. Latching onto your arm, he looked at you with panic in his heart. A million thoughts were running through his head as he felt the back of your hand connect to his forehead. Minho heard the hushed voices of you and Felix as he struggled to focus on anything other than the feeling of your hand on his head, wishing that there were more parts of you touching him. Gripping your wrist, he tugged your hand back to him as you slowly tried to pull it away. Watching as you turned to again speak with Felix before turning your attention fully back on him with a water in your free hand.

Drink, you commanded peeling his finger from your wrist and replacing it with the cold water that seemed to have appeared out of thin air.

Minho’s mind raced back to why he didn’t plan this trip out more. Maybe he could find the time to run a jewelry store with Hyunjin to find something that would be acceptable to show the love he has for you. Deep down he knew that he could probably propose with nothing, and you’d say yes, but in truth, he wanted to give you something that showed not only you but everyone around just how much he loved you. He swore, as you continued to rub his back, to give you not only the world but the entire universe. Minho loved you with his entire being and he was so incredibly thankful for you on this day.

Taking a long drink of water, he placed his forehead on the seat back in front of him, suddenly feeling like his entire world was spinning with the motion and the clouds passing by out of the window. Gulping down as much air as he could without feeling like he would throw up; he hoped that this feeling would pass quickly. Only did his body slightly relax as he felt the slight pressure of your hand resting on his back before rubbing up and down the full length, humming quietly close to his ears. Slowly, he reached out his now free hand to rest on your knee, needing the contact with you to fight off the sick feeling that was taking over his body. Faintly, Minho heard more whispers from those around him, but focused solely on your voice saying, take deep breaths love.

You. He grounded himself in your voice, in your presence, in the way that your hand moved up and down his back slightly applying pressure on the upper parts but being gentler on his lower back. You. He focused on your voice saying things to his members and probably the staff and the way you never for the second left his side. You. His rock, his person, his home. You. The person who would never judge him for his anxiety in airports or the way that he sometimes got sick on planes. You. The one who loved him so unconditionally with no fear of anything. You. His forever love that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with no matter what it took or what people said.

You are doing great, your voice broke through his thoughts, sounding closer than moments before. Carefully, he peaked up at you through his hair, seeing your smiling face caused the remaining sickness to slowly but surely melt away. Minho truly had no idea how much time had passed before he finally leaned back in his seat, not far enough for you to remove your roaming hand, but just enough to look up and see the rest of the members with concern lacing their faces. He’ll be ok, I got him, he heard you say turning back to them causing them all to go back to whatever it was they were doing before the sickness took over him. He would forever be grateful for you and the way you not only could calm him down but also his members, and somehow Chan enough to not be a fussing mom. Pulling you into his side, he took another deep breath, taking in the perfume you applied this morning and the linger scent of your shampoo.

♡ ── thank you for reading! requests are open.    

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𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 || 𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐀 𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐎

pairing: alessia russo x reader

summary: only love can hurt like this

warnings: none, i don’t think

word count: 2.6k

a/n: the long-awaited miscommunication part two. see if you can spot the little friends reference in there. we are also going to imagine that heathrow isn't in london and is closer to manchester :)

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“Last call for flight 437 to Sardinia, terminal 6.”

You desperately scanned your surroundings, seeing people run, jog and walk to their terminal or wherever they had to be. Your head snapped from each person going past, hoping and praying to spot a certain someone.

You stayed seated as everyone boarded the plane, leaving you to be the last one at the terminal. With each second that ticked past you felt your heart becoming heavier and heavier.

Eyes scanning for that one person who you wanted now more than ever, you let out a weighted sigh, one that held many emotions.

“Excuse me?” A stewardess said from in front of you. “You are going to miss the last boarding call.”

“Yeah, I'm just looking for someone.” You replied, standing up and taking one last look around.

“You don’t have long left til departure.”

“I know, i just-”

“Flight 437 departing for Sardinia.”

“I’m sorry, you’ll have to board now or-”

“Right, sorry.” You said, head hanging low as you walked onto the plane.

Taking your seat next to the window, you put your headphones on, blocking you from the outside world. You took in a deep breath as you looked hopelessly at the empty seat beside you.

You didn't know how it could go so wrong so fast and all you wanted was to go back in time. This was meant to be a trip for two, one where you were going to propose. However, the world had other plans.

As the plane took off, so did your thoughts. Your brain tried to rack through every scenario that could’ve happened, how you could be on your way to Sardinia with the love of your life sitting beside you and not a heavy heart instead.

Unbeknownst to you, all while you were sitting in your plane seat, Alessia was rushing around your house hurriedly packing things haphazardly into a suitcase.

Ona was desperately trying to call your phone whilst the rest of the girls were helping Alessia. Ona sighed for the umpteenth time after another call went straight through to voicemail.

A stressed hand came up and ran its way through her hair before placing itself on her hip. Ona chewed her bottom lip, thinking of ways to contact you although each idea came up short.

After Alessia had packed all her things, she grabbed a hold of Ona’s hand and dragged her out of the house and into her car. With Ona as the designated driver, she took off towards her destination.

Alessia clutched her plane ticket in her hands and let out a deep sigh, why the hell didn’t she just believe you? Why didn’t she hear you out? All these questions were running through her brain and she couldn't help the stray tear that fell from her eye.

Before Ona even pulled the car to a stop, Alessia was already out and grabbing her suitcase, sending a small ‘thank you’ to the Spaniard before she ran into the airport, desperately searching for you.

After what seemed like hours Alessia found the tunnel for Sardinia and scanned her surroundings, trying to find the familiar face of yours. As you were nowhere to be seen, she decided to call Ella.

“Where are they? I can’t find them?” Alessia rambled as soon as Ella picked up.

“Are you at the airport?” Ella asked.

“Yes, I'm at the tunnel too.” Alessia rushed out.

“Maybe they’re already on the plane?”

“They haven't boarded yet.”

“Less-”

“Ella, where are they? They should be here? Why aren't they here?”

“What time did you say the flight was?”

“Eight thirty, why?”

“What airport are you at?”

“Manchester, why?”

“Less, the ticket said Heathrow.”

“No.” Alessia said deflated as tears began to brim her eyes. “No, no, no, that can’t be right.”

“We can book you another one.”

“No, no, I want to be on the plane now.”

“Let me book you a hotel for the night and you can catch the first flight tomorrow.”

“No, I want to go now.”

“Less-”

“Please.” Alessia said, her voice breaking.

“Okay, I’ll book you one now just hold on for a minute.”

Although Ella couldn't see, Alessia nodded her head and went to sit on an unoccupied chair. Her foot bounced up and down as she waited for Ella to send her the details.

She practically jumped from her seat once she had gotten her new ticket and ran straight to get her suitcase weighed before sprinting off to her tunnel.

Before she knew it, Alessia was also on a plane. She looked out onto the runway as she took off, feeling her eyes become heavy she finally let sleep take over her body.

A soft bump jolted you awake and as you lifted your head off the plane window you saw that you were in Sardinia. A sad smile crept its way onto your face, the pain in your heart only getting worse.

You got off the plane, grabbed a hold of your suitcase and called a taxi to take you to the hotel where you would be staying for a week. It was around quarter-to-midnight when you arrived at the hotel and you couldn't wait to get to sleep.

After thanking the taxi driver you made your way to the front desk where you were greeted by the receptionist.

“Welcome, how can I help you today?”

“I have a reservation booked,” you smiled, “it’s under the name y/l/n.”

“You booked the Suite, is that correct?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Your room is on the sixth floor, room number 217.” The lady said as she slid a key card towards you.

“Thank you so much.” You said as you took your key card.

“May I ask if you will be joined by someone else, there is a spare key card.”

“Oh, um- yeah- they’re just running a little late.” You said, through a tight lipped smile, trying to not let your voice break.

“I'll make sure to give it to them when they arrive,” the lady smiled, “have a wonderful stay.”

You walked over to the elevator and waited for it to come back to your level. The doors opened and you walked inside. Pressing the sixth floor, the doors closed again and the elevator began to make its way up.

As you opened your door to the hotel room you were taken away by the view in front of you. There was a double bed to the left of the room, next to an en suite but on the right was a large sliding glass door to the balcony which overlooked the sea.

You placed your suitcase by the bottom of the bed and immediately went onto the balcony. Your fingers grasped the cold railing, causing a shiver to be sent down your spine.

Closing your eyes you took a deep breath in, trying to ignore the multiple thoughts running around your brain. After a deep breath out, you re-opened your eyes and took in your surroundings.

For a split second it felt as if the world had stopped, nothing else mattered as you were taken away from all your stress and worries. That feeling however, lasted for a very miniscule amount of time.

Sighing to yourself, you knew better than trying to go to sleep now so you closed the balcony door, took a hold of your key card and made your way back to the elevator and to the ground floor where you set off for the beach.

It was only a five minute walk and you were face to face with the sea. Since it was so late there wasn't anyone else there. You trudged a little closer to the water where you then sat down, looking out and letting all the thoughts run free.

Sitting up abruptly, Alessia was snapped out of her dream, or more likely nightmare, as her plane landed. Now she was actually in Sardinia, she didn't know what to do, she had no plan and absolutely no idea where to go.

Alessia quickly got up and rushed off the plane, collected her luggage and called a taxi. She asked the man if he could take her to the closest hotel and she would work from there.

After what seemed like a lifetime Alessia had walked up to her fifth receptionist and asked if there was a reservation under the name y/l/n, and much to her surprise there was. She had finally found you.

The receptionist gave Alessia the key card and told her which room she would be staying in and with a very quick thank you, Alessia had made a beeline to the elevator.

It seemed as if everything was going too slow and when the elevator finally got to the right floor Alessia was already running to your room.

Alessia stood in front of your door, her key card in one hand and her suitcase in the other. Her chest was rising and falling at an inhumane speed as nerves flooded her veins.

Never in all her life had Alessia felt this nervous to talk to you. So she hesitated, hand hovering over the handle, shaking as it stayed in the air.

Finally gaining the courage, she opened the door. The room was pitch black and Alessia had thought it was because you were asleep, however, it was because you weren't there.

That would've sent Alessia into a panic but she saw your suitcase at the end of the bed. Alessia clocked the balcony and made her way towards it.

As she leaned against the railing, she tried to think of what she was going to say to you, once you saw her. Alessia could wait for you to get back or she could go out and find you, so that's what she did.

She had been doing it all day so what's a few more hours?

The blonde walked back out of the room and down to the ground floor, the first place Alessia thought to look was the beach and she thanked the lords she did as she saw you sat on the sand, looking out into the distance.

Seeing you, even if your back was to her, had brought up all emotions Alessia had been feeling in the past twenty-four hours. She let a choked sob escape her lips and she was quick to place her hand over her mouth to stop any more that were prepared to fall out.

There was a soft ocean breeze that flew past you, one that sent shivers down your spine. You reached your hand into your pocket and pulled out a little black box, the contents feeling heavier than the world itself.

You fiddled with it for a moment, not daring to open it as you knew if you saw the ring you would ultimately break down.

Feeling your nose run, you sniffled, wiping your eyes too, you were determined not to cry, not anymore.

You were about to place the box back in your pocket when you felt a presence behind you and you immediately knew who it was. Your breath caught in your throat and you kept your eyes staring in front of you.

Alessia sat beside you, her arm brushing past yours causing goosebumps to erupt on both your skin.

Neither of you said anything, not actually knowing what to say or how to say what you wanted to. Each word would get caught in your throat and pushed back down, scared of the what ifs that clouded your mind.

“Our house is a mess, by the way.” Alessia said quietly, finally breaking the silence between you both.

“Hmm.” You hummed in acknowledgement, not fully trusting your voice yet.

“Yeah, I kind of left in a hurry.” Alessia mumbled, letting out a teary chuckle.

“I can imagine.” You replied, voice coming off as monotone.

“I’m so sorry.” Alessia said, finally breaking down as she choked on her sobs, tears free falling from her face, bottom lip trembling, hands shaking, chest heaving as her heart slowly shattered with each hiccup.

“Me too.” You respond, tears of your own falling.

“I should’ve listened to you, I should’ve trusted you and not some stupid photo, I-”

“It doesn’t matter anymore Alessia-”

“Don’t call me that, call me Less, please, anything but my full name.” Alessia trembled, fighting with herself to not cuddle up to you.

“Okay, okay, I'm sorry.” You whispered.

“I know, by the way.”

“I kind of figured.” You said, letting out a small chuckle as you looked at Alessia for a split second before focusing back on the ocean.

“I’m sorry I ruined everything.” Alessia sniffled, hugging her knees to her chest.

“You didn’t, just threw a little spanner in the works that's all.” You smiled, carefully taking one of Alessia’s hands in your own.

“I know you had this all planned out and-”

“I’m going to stop you right there,” you interrupted, drawing small shapes on Alessia’s hand, “I don’t care how I propose, as long as you say yes and I'm with you nothing else matters.”  

“Y/n,” Alessia said breathlessly, the tears still falling, “how can you still want to marry me after what has happened?”

“I don't think you get it Less, I love you,” you said, punctuating each word, “and nothing is ever going to change that.”

“But I hurt you.” Alessia mumbled, trying to take back her hand but you kept a firm but gentle grip on it.

“Maybe, but you can make it up by saying yes.” You smiled, albeit it was hesitant and shaky.

Alessia snapped her gaze towards you and watched as you finally opened up the black little box in your hands. Who knew such a small object could hold so much power, just like the word love, it can mean everything and nothing all at once.

“Y/n-”

“Less, I love you and I don’t want to be with anyone else but you.” You said as you got up, pulling Alessia up with you.

The two of you were alone on a beach at one in the morning. Nothing was around but the two of you with the moon and stars.

Although you had planned a way to propose, you couldn't think of anything better. Your life isn't going to be perfect and this is a great representation of it. You're going to have your ups and downs but you wouldn’t want to do them with anyone else but Alessia.

You nervously shifted from foot to foot before you slowly got back down on one knee. You held the tiny box in your hand and you looked up at Alessia with nothing but pure love and affection.

Alessia still couldn't believe this was happening, after everything that the two of you had been through- especially the last couple of days and to be more specific the last twenty-four hours.

Of course a shocked expression was plastered across the blonde’s face, tears were still streaming down her face except they were happy ones now and not ones of regret.

“Less, will you please make me the happiest person on the planet and marry me?” You asked nervously.

“Yes.” Alessia whispered, nodding her head.

A smile took form on your face and you could’ve sworn it would’ve blinded anyone who looked at it, your cheeks hurt so much you were that happy. You got up from the sand and gently slid the ring onto Alessia’s finger.

The striker didn’t even look at the ring, deciding to pull you in for a much needed kiss instead. Her hands wrapped around your shoulders and yours found themselves on her waist, pulling her in closer.

“I love you so much and I can’t wait to marry you.” You said, pulling away from the kiss, pecking loads of little ones around Alessia’s face making her nose scrunch up at the action.

“Same here.”

[pommpuriinn]

Joohyung’s eventful time in Japan

ᤣ९ synopsis- txt was going to spend a month in Japan to continue their Japan leg of the tour including being on some Japanese tv programs for some performances. Unfortunately Beomgyu did get his ankle due to an accident, so all the performances will be only 5 members dancing while he sits on a chair on stage. Then an accident happens during rehearsals for the actual concert that leads to only 4 members dancing, and Beomgyu sitting on the stage.

ᤣ९ a/n- I’m finally working on Joohyung and I’m BEHIND LOTS of content for Joohyung 🙃. I also want to say that I don’t really see aespa’s Karina as the face for Joohyung no more, Joohyung is more alternative now then how much she gave a clean girl aesthetic during debut. Idk if that makes sense 😅 I will probably sometimes use Karina’s photo just out of habit

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𝜗℘ Joohyung once again shock everyone with her short wavy haircut along with have it bleach blonde matching with Yeonjun and Beomgyu. Seeing the reactions was making Joohyung want to laugh, but she smack her lips trying to conceal

𝜗℘ Joohyung really protective of Beomgyu right now because he hurt his ankle and now has to use crutches to get by, so when they were walking through the airport she stay close by him and held his bag along with making sure fans didn’t get too close to them

𝜗℘ tragedy struck during concert rehearsals that scared everyone because during a quick run down of the concert Joohyung was chilling near the edge of the stage, when unexpectedly the little fireworks that come out set off without warning and some sparks went until Joohyung’s eye causing her to panic and feel a burning sensation in her right eye

𝜗℘ “fuck!” Joohyung covered her eyes and started to feel the pain in it. Everyone raced to her side, as not long she started dropping a few tears. “Let me see?” The on site medic asked, but Joohyung couldn’t open her eye due to the instant pain she felt whenever she tried to open. “We have to get her to a hospital.” The members were already feeling stressed with having only 5 perform now they’re dropping it down to 4 made it worse. They even wanted to go with Joohyung to the hospital, but their team wanted them to focus on reblocking the choreo once again

𝜗℘ the good news is Joohyung’s vision was ok and all she had to do was wear an eyepatch and put on the medicine on and around her eye everyday. The bad news is that the concert was already half way done when she got out of the hospital, but she was still determined to go and perform

𝜗℘ Joohyung ended up surprising everyone as she changed into her stage outfit and walked in during the group’s ment. “Noona!” Taehyun ran to her immediately. The other boys follow, sadly Beomgyu couldn’t run knowing he’ll get scolded by the staff and members. So he opted to admired from afar. After the members had their moment with Joohyung she then ran towards Beomgyu giving him his hug

𝜗℘ the concert ending in tears Beomgyu just feels regretful for injury himself and seeing his Jooie injured. Once the members realized his tears they all immediately ran towards him. Joohyung squatted down and hugged his waist while also letting out tears because she’s frustrated with everything happening

𝜗℘ throughout all the different performances they had she would decorate her eyepatch by adding cute stickers that she has collected thru all her shopping trips that she been going on

𝜗℘ Japanese hosts and artists have been constantly complimenting Joohyung’s short hair causing her to get flustered and thanking them. She’s been going viral for her curly hair along with clips of the boys playing, running their fingers through her hair, and even making cats ears with strands of hair that are already up

𝜗℘ as the concerts continued Joohyung tried not to get her nerves the best of her since the incident, but when the little fireworks came out Joohyung yelped and covered her ears. She was experiencing a panic attack in front of everyone, Joohyung kept on performing despite the panicked look on her face and slight tightness in her chest. Finally the song ended and Joohyung faced her back to the crowd turning to control her breathing, Kai grabbed a water bottle and came to Joohyung’s side helped by holding the bottle since her hands were shaking and while rubbing her back trying to comfort her

𝜗℘ with promoting their new Japanese album of course they had to go to Japanese shows that have other artists, and with that they meet different groups or soloists. While the Japanese girl groups would originally always gush about Joohyung’s boys, this time all the girls were gushing at Joohyung! Openly admitting how cute, pretty, and handsome Joohyung is. The camera caught Soobin and Beomgyu in 4K side eyeing the singers. Protective mode activated. It didn’t help that Joohyung has a natural charm in the way she speaks and acts, best believe Beomgyu was a bit sulky at the girls flirting with his Jooie

𝜗℘ even though Joohyung has an injured eye she had a pretty eventful time in Japan some goods things and bad things happened, but it wasn’t the worst pretty decent time

[bellaxgiornata]

Falling For the Devil [Part thirty-two: "The Night He Couldn't Sleep"]

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Summary: Still tense and stressed from the flight, Matt has a difficult time falling asleep.

Or

Feeling very bold, you take it upon yourself to help Matt relax. But his ass is quite distracting.

[Series of one-shots about Reader meeting, falling for, and dating Matt Murdock.]

Warnings: 18+ for this series; contains humor, fluff, romance, angst, smut (like...a lot of it later in the series), language, some violence

Word Count: 4.6k

a/n: Welcome to another smupdate for this series! Reader gets pretty spicy and bold here (which only continues the further into this series you go). You can find all of the installments for this series on tumblr here. Enjoy!

Matt had settled himself onto the end of the mattress in the bedroom. The pair of you had recently just gotten into the condo you were renting for the duration of your visit to the Chicago suburbs while you were here for Thanksgiving. After he’d lived up to his word, profusely kissing you almost the moment you’d turned off the car for how thoughtful and accommodating you’d been for him during the entire ordeal of traveling, you’d led him up to the condo with your luggage. You’d given him a quick tour of where everything was to help orient himself in the new space. Afterwards, you had offered to give him a bit of time alone to decompress while you briefly explored the condo yourself and then got ready for bed.

Opening up the large luggage in the living room, you smiled at the sight of your things mingled with Matt’s things. The trip was only for a few days so you had both decided to bring one bag and check it at the airport, making it so you spent slightly less time dealing with a carry-on bag on the plane. Still smiling, you pulled out the bag of toiletries, knowing Matt would also want to brush his teeth before bed, before digging around in the bag for something for you to wear. Chewing your lip, you pulled out a pair of sweatpants and a tee-shirt for Matt, just in case he wanted something to change into before bed.

Zipping up the bag, you set the change of clothes for Matt on top, storing the luggage out of the way against a wall. You didn’t want to run the risk of Matt tripping over it. Making your way towards the bathroom, you quietly closed the door and began changing and getting ready for bed. A few minutes later when you’d left the bathroom, Matt finally appeared out of the bedroom. 

“Our bag is just to your left, along the wall,” you told him, watching as his head shifted to look at where you'd mentioned. “I pulled out a pair of sweatpants and a shirt in case you wanted to change. They’re on top of the bag. Our toothbrushes and toothpaste are already on the bathroom counter. To the right of the sink.” He turned back to look at you, a small smile on his lips. “Is there anything you need? Pretty sure there’s bottled water they left in the fridge.”

Matt slowly approached you, his bare feet softly padding along the wood floor. That small smile was still lightly drawn across his mouth as he stopped just before you, placing his hands on your hips. Licking your lips, you curiously gazed up at him.

“Thank you,” he murmured. “You’ve made this whole experience less daunting.”

Cheeks reddening, you shrugged lightly. “I just want you to be comfortable–or, as comfortable as you can be, all things considered.”

He raised a hand, gently cradling the side of your face and drawing it towards his. His forehead lowered, coming to rest along yours. You leaned up towards him, desperate to kiss him but reluctant to initiate anything after the stress of the day. You were unsure how wound up he still was and didn’t want to push anything.

“I’ll go get ready for bed,” he murmured, lips lightly brushing yours as he spoke. “Might just sleep in minimal clothing tonight. I’d rather feel your skin.” 

Two fingers on his left hand slowly grazed their way down your exposed arm to emphasize his words. Goosebumps rose over you instantly and you swallowed hard, trying to fight back your growing arousal. As Matt leaned in, placing a light peck to your lips with his, you told yourself that tonight was not the night for that. 

“Okay,” you whispered when he pulled away.

He turned, heading towards the bathroom. Trying to take a calming breath, you turned off the lights as you made your way back towards the bed in the bedroom. Pulling the sheets down, you climbed onto the mattress, shivering a little at how cold the sheets were when you drew them up over you.

It was a few minutes before you finally saw Matt’s form make its way into the bedroom. He moved slowly, hands feeling around until they found the mattress. He dragged one along the length of it until he found the top, pulling the sheets back. The bed dipped just a bit beside you at his weight and you rolled onto your side towards him. A moment later he wrapped an arm over your waist, drawing you into his chest. Obliging, you cuddled up against him and wrapped one of your own arms around him.

“Goodnight, sweetheart,” he said, planting a kiss on your forehead after.

You smiled, eyelids lowering. “Goodnight, Matty,” you whispered.

You exhaled a deep breath, glad to finally be done with the flight and finally lying in a bed. As your muscles relaxed, you slowly began to drift off to sleep. 

But you didn’t get too deeply asleep before your eyelids fluttered open when Matt shifted beside you. He fidgeted for a minute, his hips moving along the bed a few times before he finally stopped. Once again, your eyelids lowered and your breathing evened out, your body drifting back to sleep.

Except a little bit later you heard his head rustling along the pillow, a soft sound of frustration barely escaping him. Eyes still closed, you felt your mind jolt back awake. There was a sharp exhale from his nose next–yet another frustrated sound you’d registered. Eventually he settled again beside you and you felt your breathing begin to even back out. Your mind quieted and the exhaustion of the day took over. The feel of Matt’s warm body wrapped around yours was comforting and calming.

Until his fingers started fidgeting along your lower back. Opening one eye, you glanced at Matt through the darkness. His brows were drawn together, a few deep creases between them. There was an obvious downturn to the corner of his lips.

“You alright, baby?” you asked softly.

“Sorry,” he whispered back. “Just still a little uptight, I guess. I’m trying not to disturb you.”

Both of your eyes opened as you looked at him more closely. “Don’t apologize. Is there something I can do to help?” you asked.

He shook his head lightly along the pillow, his own eyes still closed. “No, don’t worry about it. Normally I’d throw on the suit, work off some of the frustration, but well, that’s not really realistic right now,” he muttered.

“You’re just…tense and frustrated?” you asked.

“Yeah,” he answered, once again shaking his head. “But don’t worry about it, sweetheart. I’ll be fine.”

“I mean,” you began slowly, ignoring the fluttering of nerves in your stomach as the hand you had behind his back lightly rubbed along his skin, “would a back massage help relax you?”

“Sweetheart, really, don’t worry about it,” he urged immediately. “I’ll be fine. You had a long day, too.”

Your hand was still gently rubbing along his back as you chewed your bottom lip for a moment, a brief silence falling over you both. Goosebumps were gradually dotting the skin along his back the more you touched him.

“I don’t mind. I–” you briefly paused, heat creeping up your neck, “–I enjoy having an excuse to touch you.”

Matt’s eyes opened, a small grin pulling up half of his mouth. “Do you now?” he teased lightly. 

Slipping your arm out from underneath his, you sat up in the bed. You lightly tapped his arm that was now draped over your stomach. “Roll onto your front,” you ordered. “Let me help.”

He hesitated for a moment, but he eventually removed his arm from over your stomach. Silently you watched as he readjusted himself on the bed so he was lying on his chest, his head turned to the right on the pillow now. Your hands reached out, pulling the sheets down past his ass. He was just in those tight black boxers he always wore and you had to force your eyes not to stare at how round and perfect his ass looked in the darkened bedroom. Biting your lip, you slipped one leg over his hips so you were straddling his ass. Your heart was pounding as you carefully sat atop it–and hell it was so firm beneath you that you had to close your eyes and remember this wasn't about sex. A curious noise vibrated out from Matt as you carefully settled your hands on his bare back.

"Is this okay?" you asked softly. "I'm not crushing you am I?"

"Sweetheart stop, you're not going to crush me," he answered immediately, voice a bit muffled against the pillow.

"It's just easier," you mumbled, your hands slowly gliding up the expanse of his muscled back, "to reach everything this way."

"And you get to sit on my ass," he teased.

You bit back the smile on your face, your hands snaking their way up to his broad shoulders. In your chest, you could feel your heart beating a bit faster. "You're supposed to be trying to relax, baby," you said, though even you didn't miss how breathy your words sounded. 

"Then maybe you should stop getting so turned on," Matt countered. "It's quite distracting."

"Sorry," you muttered, hands squeezing the muscles of his shoulders. "I'm not doing it on purpose."

Silence fell over the pair of you as Matt's body relaxed underneath yours. His eyes were closed as he rested on the pillow, your gaze occasionally darting up to take in his handsome face as your hands kneaded the muscles of his broad shoulders. Despite how his body had relaxed beneath your touch, you knew he wasn't asleep yet. You could tell by the way he'd eventually let out a soft sigh or a faint moan. Occasionally his hips shifted beneath you, which was dangerous every time because his perky ass would grind against your cunt through your sweatpants and you would have to grit your teeth, fighting the urge to grind yourself back against his ass. You couldn't quite tell if he'd been doing it on purpose after the third time or if he was just trying to get comfortable under you. Either way, you'd never wanted to grind against an ass before until this very moment and you were struggling to keep those thoughts away. 

Pressing the heels of your palms down the expanse of muscle on either side of his spine, the resulting low moan falling out of Matt had you biting the tip of your tongue. This was meant to relax Matt, you firmly reminded yourself. He had a rough day of being overly stimulated flying out to meet your family and you needed to control yourself. This wasn't sexual. You needed to calm your body down.

But as both of your hands massaged the muscle of his lower back, just above the waistband of his boxers, Matt's hips shifted under you again. The round curve of his ass rubbed a little too pleasantly against you and you fought back a groan. Below you, Matt moaned a bit louder into the pillow than he had previously and your hands briefly slipped along his back at the noise. It sounded so sexual you couldn't even fight your growing arousal. You desperately wanted to be the cause of him making more of those wonderful sounds, but not from just massaging his back. 

As your hands pressed harder into his back, a sharp exhale blowing out of your nose, you were tempted to flip him over and pull those tight boxers down his thick, muscular thighs. You wanted to touch him. You wanted to taste him. 

You wanted to mount him on this bed and fuck him until the only sounds you could hear were the cries of his pleasure that you were giving him.

His hips shifted yet again–more purposefully it seemed this time. He was grinding his ass intentionally up into you, a soft gasp slipping out of your mouth before you could stop it. Your fingers curled along his lower back, nails digging into his skin. Matt grunted out underneath you in response. 

"You like my ass that much, sweetheart?" he asked.

Your eyelids fluttered shut as you tried to fight back the wave of arousal at his words. “Have you been doing that on purpose this whole time?” you asked back, trying to keep your voice steady.

“Not at first,” he admitted, tone gravelly and deep. “Your arousal was turning me on. I was just trying to get comfortable, but it was difficult not to notice your body’s reaction every time I did.” 

His head turned a bit further over his shoulder towards you just as his hips raised up, once again pressing his ass up into your covered cunt. You bit down on your tongue again, but your hips squirmed against him like an involuntary twitch. Eyes clamping tighter shut, you couldn’t deny how good that small movement had felt. Or how wet you were getting.

“Mmm, exactly like that,” Matt purred, pleased.

“I’m supposed to be helping you relax,” you muttered, eyes still closed.

“That’s not all you want to do, though, is it?” he asked.

Lips trembling, you slowly shook your head. “No,” you breathed out.

“Go on then, sweetheart,” Matt urged you.

Your hands slid down his back and towards his shoulders when he abruptly bucked his ass into you again. Eyes still closed, your hips ground down against him and you swore flashes of light danced behind your closed lids at the resulting pleasure. A whimper fought its way out of you as you ground along him again. Beneath you, Matt’s hips moved against the mattress.

“Is that what you wanted?” he called back to you.

Before you could respond with a ‘yes,’ your eyes abruptly snapped open. A moment later your hips stopped their grinding along his firm ass. Because no, that wasn’t what you wanted, even if it did feel unbelievably amazing.

“No,” you answered him, noticing the way his brows furrowed in confusion.

You swung your leg back over his hips until you were sitting on the left side of him again. His own hips had stopped their movement as he raised his head curiously off the pillow to look back at you. Your hands were on the waistband of his boxers, tugging them down.

“What do you want?” he asked.

As you were pulling the boxers down his thighs, you realized your face was just beside his uncovered ass. Pausing for a moment, your tongue running along your lips, you appreciated the shape of it. You had no idea what had overcome you in that exact moment–maybe you channeled Katy’s spirit–but you suddenly leaned forward and gently nipped his ass with your teeth. Matt gasped in surprise, his hips jolting, and then he was chuckling as you continued to pull his boxers down.

“What was that ?” he questioned, amusement in his tone. 

“I don’t know,” you answered honestly, a smile slipping onto your face as you finished pulling his boxers off of him. “Just felt right.”

“I like this side of you, sweetie,” he told you. “But you never answered me. What do you want?”

Tossing his boxers to the floor on his side of the bed, your eyes landed on Matt. He was pushing himself up on one arm so he could focus on you a little better behind him.

“I want you to turn over,” you ordered.

A sly grin very gradually formed along his lips in the dark at your command. Without hesitation, he rolled onto his back for you, head nestling back along the pillow. Reaching out, you tapped a hand on his inner thigh and he spread his legs wider, allowing you space to move in between them. His cock was already hard as you focused your attention to it. 

Both of your hands reached out, carefully running up the length of him one after the other. You saw Matt’s eyes snap shut as you glanced up, his head rolling slightly back along the pillow. His bottom lip was caught between his teeth, a sharp exhale expelling from his nose as your hands continued to meticulously work him.

“You want to know what I want?” you found yourself asking.

Matt’s eyes quickly snapped back open at the sound of your voice, his blank gaze landing along your chest. He nodded his head along the pillow, lip still caught between his teeth as he hummed out an affirmative sound. Your hands never stopped stroking him.

“I want to take care of you, baby,” you told him, not sure what had taken over you. But you didn’t feel remotely uncomfortable or nervous, not with the way you saw his eyes roll into the back of his head for a moment when your thumb swiped over the tip of his cock. “You had a difficult day, and now I want to make it better.”

“Shit, you are driving me crazy,” he ground out.

Lowering down towards him, you drew him towards your mouth. Your tongue lightly swiped just the head of him and Matt’s hips twitched along the bed as he moaned out. You smiled at his response and repeated the gesture, this time your tongue just lightly swiping up the sensitive space just below the head of his cock. His hand nearby roughly twisted a fistful of the sheets into his grip instantly. 

You sucked just the tip of him into your mouth next, tongue swirling over him. Matt cried out, his breathing beginning to come in heavy pants up by the headboard. Slipping him out of your mouth again, you licked up the length of him, eyes taking in the way he was struggling to remain still along the bed above you. Your cunt throbbed at the sight of him but you tried to hold back just a bit longer.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he ground out through gritted teeth. “Feels so fucking good.”

You slipped him back into your mouth, focusing on the head of his cock yet again. You’d honestly never loved sucking a cock until Matt, and you couldn’t fight back the moan that vibrated up your throat as you took him further into your mouth. Which only caused Matt to release a few high pitched whines above you, further increasing your enthusiasm in which you worked him.

“Fuck, you’re enjoying this aren’t you, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice pitched a bit higher than usual.

Pulling back, your hands both working the length of him, you swiped your tongue along him once. “Yes,” you answered. “I like watching you come undone.” He hissed out in response as you continued. "You're always so confident and put together. So cocky and smug." 

The more you spoke, the more he began whimpering against the pillow, his hips visibly refraining from rutting forward. Your tongue ran over him again and you smiled when he cried out.

"But then I get you like this," you nearly purred in satisfaction, not a single nervous thought in your mind. "And it's all because of me."

You could feel your cunt aching, still tightening around nothing. You didn't think you could hold back any longer with the noises falling out of him now. 

"I–I need to feel you," Matt begged. "Need to be inside of you. Please. I can tell you want it, too."

You sat back, nodding in response. "Okay, baby," you agreed easily. 

As soon as he bolted up from the pillow, you threw a hand out against his chest, shaking your head and halting his movements. His brows drew together, confusion apparent on his face.

"You're only cumming if I'm on top," you said firmly, pushing just a bit back on his chest. "Lay back down, Matthew. I'm not finished taking care of you."

His eyes clamped shut, throat visibly bobbing as he swallowed hard. Nodding, he quickly laid back down, his hands eagerly coming to rest on your hips, tugging at you and urging you to mount him. 

Complying, you swung your leg back over his hips, using one hand on his chest to steady yourself. Your other hand was busy guiding his cock into you. Carefully you lowered, only part of him just slipping inside of you. Both of your hands were soon on his bare, muscled chest and as you gripped him tight your eyes snapped shut, pausing a moment. 

"Fuck, Matty," you murmured.

"You always need a moment to fit me, don't you, sweetheart?" Matt whispered back, his hands affectionately rubbing along your sides.

"Mhmm," you hummed back, eyes closing. 

Gradually you sunk lower onto his cock, your head rolling back over your shoulders for a moment. He was always a tight fit but it always felt so goddamn good. When he was fully inside of you, you circled your hips along him twice, enjoying the throaty, pleased noise he made as you did.

"I knew you liked being in control," Matt whispered, fingers digging into your hips. 

You carefully began grinding along him, your hips taking their time. "Apparently I just needed you to help me realize that," you teased back.

He groaned low, his hands sliding up your body to cup your breasts as you rode him. His hands affectionately kneaded the sensitive flesh and you bit your lip, enjoying the feeling washing over you as you let yourself go with him.

"I'll help you realize whatever you want, sweetheart," he said softly, "if it makes you this comfortable and confident." His tongue darted out over his lips as his eyes closed. " Fuck you're amazing. I love that you trust me enough to be yourself with me."

Your hips picked up their pace, fucking Matt a little more enthusiastically. Each of your hands gradually removed his from your breasts, entwining them together as you lowered your body, pressing your enjoined hands onto the pillow on either side of his head.

"It's because you make me feel comfortable," you told him, face hovering above his as your hips continued their steady movements. "And I love you."

His eyes pinched shut, a moan rumbling deep in his chest in response to your words. Your head tilted curiously to the side as your hips continued to increase their pace along him.

"Why does that always get a response?" you questioned him, your breathing coming in sharper as you spoke.

"Sounds–" he grunted as your hips slammed particularly hard on him,"–so good coming from your mouth."

Leaning down, you kissed Matt. Your lips moved slow and soft against his and you could feel the pleased and contented noises reverberating from his mouth into yours. The feeling of it had your cunt fluttering around his cock and your hands gripping his tighter. 

Releasing his mouth from yours, you saw him immediately chase after your lips. You smiled but your head shifted so your mouth was beside his ear next. You were curious to try something now that you knew how much he enjoyed hearing you talk during sex.

"I love you Matthew," you whispered into his ear. 

A strangled moan flew out of him, his eyes closing swiftly. The sight caused a wave of pleasure to roll over you in return and you worked your hips faster, chasing your release.

"You always take good care of me," you murmured, his fingers roughly tightening around your hands to an almost crushing intensity. "Always treat me so good, Matthew."

" Fuck, " he hissed, his head rolling back on the pillow. 

The sight had you breathless and lightheaded as your hips moved a bit faster. You were getting close and you could tell he was, too. That pressure about to release inside of you, you leant forward and gently nipped his earlobe.

Matt's hands flew out from under yours so rapidly that you barely caught yourself on the pillow. His hands were at your hips, grasping them firmly. With barely a chance to raise your head above his, he shifted under you before he began fucking into you like a man possessed. A curse flew out of your mouth before it went slack, eyes rolling back behind closed lids. He ground out your name between clenched teeth, the sound causing a cry to break free from you.

"I love you so fucking much," he growled up at you. 

With his cock slamming roughly into you at the pace it was, Matt grunting loudly as he fucked you fiercely from below, you quickly lost it on top of him. Legs trembling, your body tensed and you came hard, crying out his name. 

A few more grunts came from Matt just beneath you as your forehead dropped to rest against his, and then you felt his hips abruptly jerk before he slammed particularly deep into you with a choked moan. Your mouth caught the sound, latching onto his as you kissed him hard. A moment later his hips pumped into you a handful of times more before they completely came to a stop. He was still kissing you back though, the kiss full of tongue and sharp breaths. 

It was a minute before you two broke away from each other, your head collapsing to Matt's shoulder, his hands shifting you just enough to slip his softening cock out of you before he let you relax onto him. 

His chest was heaving beneath yours as you both tried to catch your breath. Matt's hands were soothingly running their way back and forth along your back, both of you covered in a sheen of sweat. Your legs felt like mush yet again and you knew you'd be feeling tonight's activities tomorrow at Thanksgiving.

"You feel better, baby?" you asked, your right hand landing on his chest, fingers tracing one of his scars. 

"Mmm, yes," he murmured, his hands still moving along your back. "You always make sure I'm taken care of." His head shifted and his mouth placed a kiss on your forehead. "That was hot, experiencing you so confident with me, by the way. I don't think I picked up on a single nervous feeling from you."

A smile slid onto your lips, your face now shyly burying further into the skin of his chest. "Like I said," you whispered, "you make me feel comfortable. And comfortable with myself."

His arms wrapped around you, holding you to him. "I'm glad I do," he replied. 

"So you think you'll be able to sleep soon?" you asked, stifling a yawn against him.

He chuckled beneath you, a hand lightly patting your back. "Yeah, I will. We probably shouldn't go another round tonight because we don't need your family asking why you're limping tomorrow."

You giggled, burying your face further into his chest. "That might make for an interesting introduction to my mom," you teased. 

"I'd prefer not starting off with everyone thinking I defiled you," he joked back. His hand quickly slid its way down your back before he sharply smacked your ass, a gasp falling out of you at the impact. "I'll just do it in private when we come back."

"Keep it up," you told him, a grin forming on your face, "and I will end up limping tomorrow."

Leaning your head up, you gently nipped at his neck, right in that spot. Matt groaned out instantly, his fingers gripping you.

"Mmm, sweetheart, I like this side of you," he growled, shifting you off of him. "I think we can risk just one more time tonight, don’t you?"

He climbed on top of you and even in the dark you could make out that mischievous little smile on his face. Your hands reached up, wrapping around the back of his neck and pulling him towards you.

"Yeah, baby," you murmured along his lips. "Just one more time."

[lauju023red]

The Bones and all shoot 1

Part 2

There will be more parts coming maybe 2-5

Summary:[Y/N] will play Maren Yearly in Bones and all and will meet Timothée there.

Words: 807

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Okay one breath. In and out. That was my last thought before I go to new movie shoot. This movie is my chance to be a big actress.

Now is the big time for me. After a long casting and waiting I was finally chosen as Maren Yearly. And I will be working with one of my favorite directors, Luca Guadagnino.

This year 2021 we finally got the go to shoot. For the begin we travel to Ohio.

I'm sitting on the plane and waiting for things to finally continue. The script is in my hand. Luca sent it to me and said "don't stress and stay relaxed. Nobody was perfect straight away." But when I wanted to ask him who my co-workers were, he just shrugged his shoulders and said "you'll see."

For the first 5 minutes I tried to continue reading the script. But my eyes got heavier and closed.

"We'll be landing shortly, please fasten your seat belts again." This announcement woke me up. It wasn't long before I was back on solid ground. At the airport I quickly picked up my suitcase and went out.

10 feet from the airport was a black car with a man holding a sign with "[Y/N] [L/N]" on it. I took my suitcase and went to him. "Hi, I'm [Y/N]. Nice to meet you." He took a small piece of paper out of his pocket and looked at me and then at the paper. "The greeting is all mine [Y/N]"

He opened the door for me and took my suitcase. "Please sit down. We're going to the hotel now. Mr. Guadagnino is already waiting for you there." "Thank you, that's very kind of you." "That's my job." It wasn't long before we were on our way. I was starting to get nervous. What if I'm not the right person? Or my co-workers don't like me?

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It didn't take long, after 30 minutes we were already in front of the hotel. Luca was already standing at the door. He waved to me and opened my door. "[Y/N] my love, you're here! Come on, let's discuss the first few days that are coming up. With a cup of coffee, of course."

We put my suitcase away and sat down in the café next to the hotel. When we had both finished ordering, he turned to me "So this is how it will go. First we will transform you into Maren and you will meet the other actors and rehearse the first few scenes with them. All clear?" "Yeah, of course. So will I have to cut my hair?" "Yes, but it wasn't a problem for you, was it?" I shook my head. "No, of course not." I haven't cut my hair for years, so I'll have to get used to it.

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When we had finished our drinks, Luca said, "Okay [Y/N], we'll meet again in the lobby in two hours. Then we'll go to the trailers and you know what happens." I nod my head, "Yes. Thanks for everything, Luca." He smiled at me, "You're welcome. You're perfect for this role."

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After resting for 2 hours, I went down to the lobby. Luca was standing there waiting for me. "Hi Luca. Where are the others?" he turned to me. "The plane can't land. They'll come later. But don't worry. Everything will be fine." I nodded and got into the car that was supposed to take us to our trailers.

This trip was longer and took almost an hour. When we got out, everyone greeted Luca and we went to a certain trailer. A woman was waiting there. "This is Emma. She will be responsible for your make-up and hair." I stretched my arms out. "Hi Emma, ​​nice to meet you." She smiled at me. "Me too [Y/N], we're going to have a lot of fun. You can sit down. We'll start right away." I nodded and sat down. In the meantime, Luca prepared for the others' arrival.

Emma ran her hand through my hair. "So we're going to cut your hair to your shoulders and make bangs. Is that okay?" I nodded. "Okay, then let's get started." Emma started to put my hair in a loose braid. She cut it off. "That was the first cut. And also the hardest. Your hair was so long and wasn't even damaged." I laughed. "Yeah, I like long hair, I don't know why, but it's something special to me." She put a hand on my shoulder and winked at me. "Don't worry, it will grow back." We both had to laugh.

When I had finished the last cut, the door opened. Luca was standing there. "The others have arrived [Y/N]. And I would like to introduce you to your Lee.....Timothée."

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[xdeariex]

too late

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summary: peter plans a getaway trip to treat you but doesn't show. fem!reader, both reader & peter are like early twenties (let's just pretend that's when tony recruited peter.)

word count: 1645 (still kind of a blurb, idrk where i was going with this)

warnings: angst, swearing that's basically it

a/n: definitely inspired by the opening scene of the movie 'american ultra' also, i haven't posted in a long time and i wrote this at like 3 am so just give me a little time to edit

you weren't sure how much hope you had for the unforeseeable future. or even the future that held just a few hours ahead.

having a boyfriend like peter, everything was uncertain. and no, it wasn't just to take a dig at him, you loved him with all your heart and knew what you were getting into when you decided to stay with him after finding out he was spider-man.

the missed dates, missed calls, texts, and events. the missed time together. you were amazingly understanding, it came as a surprise to not only you but peter as well.

still, this didn't mean that you didn't find yourself disappointed sometimes.

it all started as peter's idea. a trip. not just a day trip or a few-hour road trip. an actual trip, a getaway. somewhere it would feel like only the two of you existed. no criminals, no stress, only you two.

and normally one would think if it was peter's idea, and the trip didn't pull through, then it must've been you, you were the one who flaked. but that wasn't true.

seated in the airport terminal, your leg wouldn't stop bouncing. you chewed at your fingernails, anxiety taking you out in waves. the tears were burning your eyes but there was no way you were going to cry in public like this.

especially when you knew this would happen. in fact, you expected it to happen. it was too good to be true. every fiber in your body was fighting against acting upon the rage filling you with each passing second. and as the final call for your flight was forced to be ignored by you, you huffed out a breath, lifting out of your seat and rolling your suitcase with you to the exit.

'i'll meet you at the airport' he said.

that should've been the first sign he wasn't coming.

peter already felt guilty. so guilty, he felt physically sick. to make matters worse, he was late. doing what? he wasn't out assisting the police in a car chase, or stopping some wanna-be criminal from stealing the purse out of some poor lady's car in the middle of the day. instead, he was pacing on the roof of your apartment. his chest rising and falling as he felt his own anxiousness suffocating him.

he couldn't lessen the worry of what would happen while he was gone. there were people that depended on him, a whole city, tony. could he just leave it all behind? and what about when we got back? will everyone have turned on him for not being here?

"fuck," he kept mumbling over and over, migraine absolutely killing him. his hands were shaking profusely. no matter how hard he gripped one in the other, the shakes wouldn't stop, nerves flowing through him rapidly. this weight was crushing him second by second - and the more peter pictured you, confused, alone, angry even- it got heavier.

he had the decision to make, and fast.

unfortunately, he didn't make the deadline. he subconsciously made his choice and now would have to pay the price when he saw the look on his girlfriend's face.

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a voice in the back of your head kept urging you to do nothing but pay attention to the road.

he was sitting right next to you in the passenger seat and although he was completely silent, his presence weighed a heavy tension between you both. so thick you could slice it with a knife. and what you'd give to do just that.

"y/n, i'm sorry." he finally broke the silence, voice shaky. you didn't even want to know if he was looking at you or not.

"it's okay." your voice was sweet and convincing. a part of you just wanted to convince him so you could convince yourself as well.

he eyed the promise ring on your finger, he remembered picking up a (less than) part time job in order to save up for that ring. he got fired right after he bought it. your birthstone sat on the band of the ring and in the right light, it really did look beautiful. but the beautiful image was soon squandered when he saw your knuckles. white, from gripping the wheel so hard.

"i-it's not." he finally replied.

he wanted you to know that he already know's he fucked up, he's aware. he wants you to know that he cares about you more than words could explain and not even all the sorry's in the world could cover how fucking sorry he is.

"peter, i said it's fine," you said in the same tone as the first time.

"no, it's not fine." he persisted.

"i really wanted to do this for you, you know? i researched what hotels were best to go to, the restaurants, the stores… i know you would've loved to drag me to all of them." at this point he was rambling on to himself. "i fucked up, i ruined it."

"you didn't ruin it." you shook your head, trying to get him to just… stop.

but now you knew he was looking at you. he could see your eyes glassing over, although you were trying your hardest to blink them back without blurring your vision. you knew he wouldn't let up until you gave him some sort of reaction but what were you supposed to do? what would getting upset do other than put you both in an uncomfortable position neither of you wanted to be in?

"you should be mad at me-"

"i'm not." you interrupted, glancing over at him for just a second.

"well, why not?" he nearly spluttered out.

"it's not your fault, peter. i mean you have a lot on your plate, it's not easy to just walk away-"

"seriously?"

"what do you want me to say? it's… it's alot! is it not? isn't that why we're going back home?"

you didn't mean that in a passive-aggressive way. more of an 'i'm trying to understand you' way. but peter picked at whatever he could get.

"no, we're going back home 'cause i fucked up more times than i can count. it's my fault, i ruined this for us."

"don't-" you took a deep breath, thanking whatever god was to bless you for only being a couple of miles from home. "don't say that, alright? it's okay. i promise."

those were the last words spoken for the remained of the ride. pulling into the driveway, you swiftly turned the key out of the ignition and rushed out of the car, not worried about the luggage.

still, peter called out. "i'll get the bags." before you slammed your door and made a quick beeline for the front door of your apartment.

in the few seconds, you had to yourself, you choked down any emotion, hoping to finally just convince peter that you weren't mad. you really weren't, you didn't feel as mad as you did at the airport. you were just... disappointed. anyone would be if they planned a trip to Hawaii with their partner and their partner didn't show.

you shook your head as if that would rid you of your thoughts. every time you tried to reason with the situation, it just made peter seem bad and you didn't want that- you understood.

when he stumbled in with the suitcases, you looked at him blankly for a moment, thinking of what to say or do. nothing came to mind. you took your suitcase from his hands and went to your room, hoping to unpack both your luggage and your mind.

there was truly nothing more to say, you're already told him you weren't mad (though he didn't believe a single word of it).

setting the suitcase on your bed and unzipping it, you looked down at what you had packed. a couple bathing suits, nothing too extra (you intended on just pulling it together with a sheer coverup), casual outfits - summer outfits. one's you could no longer wear at this time given it was fall in new york and the weather was less than forgiving. packed at the bottom of the luggage was the ugliest palm tree button-up you'd ever seen in your life. peter insisted you buy matching ones, claiming it'd make the cutest picture, the cutest memory.

"ah, what the fuck?" you sighed out, the heel of your palm pressing down on your eyes as you tried desperately not to cry.

"i knew it," you were startled by peter's voice behind you. "you are upset." his voice cracked, walking over to you and pushing your suitcase out of the way. he sat in the spot now, looking up at the way you towered over him. "I want you to be upset with me."

"peter, stop it."

"no, I won't. it's not fair to you."

"it's not going to help either of us if I lash out at you." you brought your hand up to his hair, pushing back the curls falling in his eyes. it reminded you of how you two sat up late last night debating if you should give him a haircut, make it more manageable before you left. clearly, you both decided against it. you didn't mind, you loved his hair longer.

with nothing blocking your view now, you could see in his eyes. you could practically feel the guilt radiating from him and if you chose to ignore it before, that sad, desperate look in his eyes only struck you harder.

"i just..." he choked on his words, letting his head fall to your chest, words now muffled by your clothes. "I'm really, really sorry, baby." he apologized for quite literally the millionth time.

"pete. it's okay."

"you deserve so much better."

"oh, so i have a man telling me my worth now?" you teased, hoping to lighten the mood.

"i'll make it up to you." he looked up at you again. "I fucking... i swear, I promise. i mean it this time, I do."

"i know you do, baby."

"i love you."

"i love you too, peter."

you had no doubt he meant it, you just weren't sure how he was going to keep to his word this time. or if he was even going to.

[imaginaryberries]

I'm in a bad mood bc I think I'm due my first PP period and I've been vaguely sore the last couple of days but it hasn't shown up yet. Anyway so here's some stuff that annoys me:

- photos of like a weird shaped rock or whatever that very clearly resembles a food item with the caption "my fat ass thought this was a [food item] 😂😂" like yes obviously because it looks almost exactly like one and the photo has clearly been taken for that reason?

- also photos of unusual cloud formations or water splashes etc where the caption is "if you see X you're left brained, if you see Y you're right brained", where the thing doesn't look like either and is clearly a third thing to get people to comment and say that

- I guess those two are similar but that combo of blatant insincerity and fishing for likes just irks me

- the fact that it's fairly widely known that ADHD meds are less effective in the run up to getting your period but it doesn't seem to be routine to make the obvious small adjustments to prescriptions (slight dose increase for that time) to remedy it

- we are going skiing next year with my in-laws and we were meant to be flying from Edinburgh (we live in Glasgow so already I'm not thrilled about this as once the holiday is over I just want to be home asap and this extra journey is another obstacle to that) and the idea of travelling for that long and flying and being away from home for a week with two young kids is stressful enough but we found out earlier in the week the flight got cancelled and we have to fly from fucking Manchester instead. We're only going to Austria so it's not that far but it's going to be two days of travel either side essentially (one to drive down to Manchester with enough stops for the kids, one for the airport faff and the flight, and the same on the way back) and I hate travelling and I hate flying even more since the terrifying landing earlier this year and I don't know what I'm going to fucking eat either now that I can't have dairy as well as gluten. I know how negative I'm sounding here but I also don't like skiing, I've tried it but I don't like it and it scares me and I'm not interested in doing it so I won't be hiring any ski stuff and will just hang out in the resort with the kids (my SIL also has two so this will be at least a two person job) and see family for meals etc but I know they will not be happy about this because they really want me to like it but I just don't!! I don't like to seem like the spoilsport as the only person in a group of 10 (adults) who doesn't want to do it but I can't help it! I don't want to stop anybody else from doing it I just want them to be okay with the fact that I don't

- it's just occurred to me that none of the ski gear that I will still need to wear due to the cold will fit me anymore. And I see now why I have been having vaguely unsettling recurring stress dreams about trying to pack for a trip lol

- I am still not getting all that much sleep and for the most part I'm coping well but today I'm grumpy about it

[notafraidofredyellowandblue]

I noticed that Till travelled separately from the rest of the band in the last photo set, but we've seen footage of him travelling with them previously. Do you reckon its more just a matter of where they're all coming from (since all members tend to jump around between dates), or is he distancing again?

I lean towards the former, but I could just be optimistic. What do you think?

Imo no need to worry, Till has been largely travelling seperately from the band for a couple of years already (at least from 2019, when i started really following everything), but in 2019 and 2022 he even on occassion used a different hotel than the rest of the band, and from what i've glimpsed this year that is not the case now 🌺

I think they are all happy not having to travel all together on one tourbus anymore, i think if that would have continued Rammstein would have ended long ago (maybe even 20 years) because they are such different people and were getting on eachother's nerves. After all, they have known eachother for more than 30 years, some even going on 40, and you get to know each person's peculiarities and habits, and once something starts to annoy you it's hard to be unannoyed (i remember i watched a documentary once on a convent of nuns who weren't allowed to speak to eachother (one of those silent orders) and when peeling potatoes one nun always tapped the peeling-knife against the table; one of the other nuns remarked in a private interview how aggravating that was..🌺)

The Rammstein guys can afford to relax and do their own thing between venues, they don't have to do commercial exploits if they don't want to, and with their experience they don't have to practice every day. Each of them has different ways to relax, but i bet it often involves hanging out with personal family and friends (for Schneider we definitely know this, because he has friends among other celebs in Berlin who share snaps with us). Thing is, for the other guys the family and friends reside (mostly) in Berlin, at home, so if they want to meet up, they travel back there. This is what the Rammstein musicians usually do, except when one or other takes a short vacation and stays longer at a venue, or takes a short trip to a nice holiday location, but most of the guys' partners/family/friends have a job themselves, so that's imo quite a nice way to handle the stress of touring.

The big difference imo is that Till has a team (his 'entourage' i usually call it) travelling with him. He may seem to travel alone from that airport photo, but he always has people travelling with him. Anar Reiband (his manager), Joe Letz (his PA, also bandmate in his other band), and usually some more people who may vary a little bit per city. Till often chooses to travel from venue to venue, or with a stay at another place he likes in between, between Frankfurt and Klagenfurt he and his entourage went to Munich to hang out, relax and have a good time. And that obviously works for him, he had a very relaxed smile at the airport pic imo (he smiles a lot more often than we think, but for photos he usually has his serious face on, you can tell when someone is filming the actual phototaking itself, he often straightens his face before the photo is snapped).

In a way imo it makes more sense the way Till travels, because often he flies straight to the next venue, which saves him from having to fly back and forth; but ofcourse for the others i can imagine being able to spend time with the family outweighs the inconvenience of extra travel 🌺

What we have seen in 2023 and also in 2024 is that on each venue, 1 or 2 guys from the band actually skipped going home and travelled with Till. From what we've seen in the out and abouts, it appears they don't so much hang out with Till' entourage, but i bet it's nice for Till to have one of the band there too for moral support and if he wants to talk band-stuff or something. Off the top of my head this year i've seen Olli/Paul do a venue with him, Paul/Schneider, Richard, so I assume Flake likely did one as well 🌺 It's great to see the guys being there 🌺 I don't think this happened in 2022 and 2019, certainly not as often as it did from 2023.

I think this was the one time that after Frankfurt the band all went back to Berlin, and Till on to another town (Munich and from there to Klagenfurt), so it's probably a total coincidence that this one time a photo was taken at the airport 🌺

Most importantly, they all seem to have a great time on stage, and also behind the scenes, from the little snippits we see (and how cute is Till with Flake on stage 🥰) so i wouldn't worry, I think they are all in a good place, and looking forward to have a couple of great concerts to go ❤️

Sorry it got long again 🌺

[mammondrivesamazdamiata]

While I'm on vacation in Mexico, I absolutely have to make headcanon about the boys so here goes nothing :)

Obey Me! Characters as tourists in a foreign country

Lucifer

- did probably too much research before arriving

- is somehow already fluent in the language and acts as the main translator for everyone

- An airport expert

- gets everyone to the loading gates on time or probably hours early

- demands to hold everyone's passports

- has to keep track of everybody's luggage

- probably has some kind of complicated itinerary planned out for every minute of the trip

- stressed but desperately trying to enjoy himself

- at some point will turn off his phone and disappear into a spa to get away from his brothers

Mammon

- a total embarrassment

- dresses shamelessly in touristy garb

- sunglasses all day every day

- has pocketknives in his carry-on that he forgot about, holds everyone up in TSA

- makes everyone late going to the bathroom at the last minute

- falls asleep on the plane instantly

- "are we there yet?"

- fights about room assignments

- always takes the biggest, comfiest bed and refuses to share

- completely destroys the hotel room

- sleeps late ; Lucifer has to drag him out of bed by his ankles every morning

- gets lost easily

- probably drunk

Asmodeus

- airport queen

- comes prepared for anything ; neck pillow, sleep mask, portable charger, drinks, snacks, chap stick

- basically runs a drugstore out of his carry-on

- once at the hotel his first goal is breaking in the jacuzzi

- eats his weight in fruit

- wine drunk

- l o u d

- will probably find himself on a nude beach. with onlookers.

- bathes in spf and only lounges under umbrellas

- you will not find him in the ocean. he doesn't like things touching his feet.

- will be joining Lucifer at the spa

Satan

- will not be enjoying this trip

- just wants to stay in and ignore his brothers

- but he does enjoy swimming

- likes to read under Asmo's umbrella

- probably can't sleep for the first few nights

- gets lost among the locals and somehow makes friends

- "this is my friend Enrique he told me to buy this necklace because it matches my eyes"

- only thing he wants to do is history tours. no one cares.

- gets horribly sunburnt

- mammon slapped him on the back and was immediately punted into the pool

-befriends local cats

Levi

- his carry-on is just full of manga

- pitiful foreign language pronunciation. the hotel staff laughs at him while Lucifer facepalms, but he keeps on trying

- is in swimming trunks the whole trip

- Lucifer and Asmo have to wrestle him out of the water to reapply sunscreen

- all he wants to do is snorkel

- has a tanline in his face from his goggles that Mammon repeatedly roasts him for

- tracks sand everywhere

- Lucifer goes to hang up his trunks to dry and they're just full of seashells

- wears a UV shirt

- really likes building sand castles

- wears water shoes

- gets stung by a jellyfish

Beel

- is visibly upset by the airplane snacks

- gets stopped by TSA for having food in his bag

- immediately heads for hotel buffet

- Lucifer has to stop him from ordering room service constantly

- picks up foreign language surprisingly quickly

- really likes water sports

- absolutely annihilates a group of locals in beach volleyball

- comes in second in the wet t-shirt contest

- rents a jet ski and goes completely insane, zooms by his brothers with Belphie holding on for dear life and screaming at 60 mph

- Asmodeus looks up and sees Beel casually parachuting over the ocean

- crashes at 8pm

- Also likes to make sandcastles

Belphegor

- travelling ruins him

- he's so tired despite sleeping the entire flight

- first thing he does at the hotel is take a nap

- is usually on top of Beel playing chicken

- Beel always drags him along for extreme sports

- Is actually very good at paddle boarding

- loves to boogie board and body surf

- curls up under a towel at the beach and falls asleep in the warm sun

- misses his bed

- refuses to try and speak foreign language out of embarrassment

- loves to order room service dessert with Beel

Diavolo (bonus)

- is here for a good time

- constantly tipsy

- suns out guns out

- came in first in the wet t-shirt contest

- tries to get Lucifer to do shots with him. he succeeds

- sunbathes for hours and never seems to burn

- loves tiki bars

- schedules massages for Lucifer and himself

- on the volleyball dream team with the twins

- down for anything

- graciously tips all of the staff. they love him

- likes to pay for things. buys Asmo new sunglasses and a pucca shell necklace. covers Beel's room service after Lucifer cuts him off

[anashins]

hello author! :> can i request a jaehyun scenario based on niki’s backburner? it can be very angsty if you want! it’s also up to u if happy ending or not hehe

Pairing: Jaehyun x Reader

Genre: angst, slight fluff

Warnings: mc is in an unhealthy relationship

Word Count: 1k

Summary: You know you have to break up with your boyfriend who made it clear that you're not his priority. But if one good day makes up for seven bad ones, you consider that it might be all worth it in the end.

A/N: This hit wayyyy close to home, wow 🥲 Hope you like it 💖 

“I’m sorry I haven’t called earlier.”

You were currently on your way home from the airport, not having expected Jaehyun to call. In fact, he hadn’t called all week while you had been abroad for a business trip despite you always updating him about your whereabouts and feeding him with pictures of places he had never been to before. It was top tier girlfriend behavior from your stance. You had always been a perfect partner to him.

But, as of now, you didn’t even know what you two were for each other anymore.

“You ignored me for an entire week, Jaehyun,” you said into the phone while carrying your bag and suitcase across the street. “The past two days, I even stopped texting you altogether and you didn’t even care. You didn’t ask how I’ve been, what I was doing… whether I was even still alive!”

You heard him snort into the phone, and that fueled your underlying anger even more that had somehow developed from your pent up frustration. “Come on, y/n. You were with many other people. What should have happened to you?”

It was not the first time that you were leading this conversation and you were tired of going around in circles, which was why you didn’t even decide to argue against his ridiculous excuse. You asked yourself if he would have even noticed had you not returned, had something truly happened to you. And the possible answer drove you to the brink of tears. 

Your silence was an invitation for him to continue with a voice that almost convinced you of his feigned regret, “It was a very busy week for me that also took a toll on my mental health, so I was out with friends a lot. Of course I looked at your photos and appreciated them. How could I not, knowing I have such a beautiful girlfriend? But I was under so much stress and often couldn’t bring up enough strength for daily tasks. I can only apologize again that I made you feel neglected.”

You sighed deeply that he was most likely to hear. Somehow, anger gave way to love again - like always. When you had read his name on your display earlier, your heart had almost jumped out of your chest, that was how happy you had felt to finally get a sign of life from him before rationality settled. 

After all, you still loved him with every fiber of your body. Even though your brain had been telling you to leave, your heart just couldn’t align.

“It’s always like this, Jaehyun,” you brought yourself to say eventually. “Whenever you feel overwhelmed and want to detach from the world, you’re detaching from me too. But it’s somehow always only me who ends up getting shut out by you while you remain in all your other friendships and relationships. And I’m tired of feeling this way, I’m tired of you never letting me in, of being put aside, of getting hurt by your behavior. Please don’t call me anymore. Never again.”

You didn’t know whether it was the newly gained courage of a successful business trip, newly found confidence after doing sightseeing all by yourself or just your brain finally dominating over your heart that had made you say that, but it hurt like hell and you regretted it instantly.

How many times had you found yourself in this position? How many times had you still agreed on working through and ended up at this point still? 

“Well, that’s kind of unfortunate,” Jaehyun spoke. “Because I’m already here.”

The next moment, you found yourself in front of your entrance door and your boyfriend waiting right next to it. Suppressing the urge to drop all your luggage and jump into his arms right away, you approached him reluctantly, your facial expression bland, his beaming with joy on the other hand.

When Jaehyun wrapped his arms around you and welcomed you back, your hands loosely hung to your sides. Had he just forgotten the words you had said a moment ago? And had you forgotten as well when your own arms acted on their own and slowly wandered up his back, your head resting on his shoulder, hugging him tightly?

“I truly mean it.” He pressed a tender kiss on your parting. “I’m so sorry.”

A tear escaped from the corner of your eye, but you swallowed the rest down, not wanting to show weakness in front of him. “I missed you so much.”

No “I missed you too”, no “I love you”, no kiss on the lips as expected, but the happiness you felt being so closely embraced by him again after a week of no contact overshadowed all sane thoughts that swam in the back of your mind. 

“Let’s go upstairs and order some food,” Jaehyun suggested. “I have to get up early for work tomorrow, which was why I couldn’t join my friends for a drink. So I was very lucky to have you back today.”

This was wrong. So, so wrong. But his presence was like a drug, and the thought to go entirely without him from now on hurt so bad, it nearly suffocated you. Perhaps, this was your fate. To quietly suffer the majority of the time just to be happy for a day or two. Didn’t everyone have to pay a price for their happiness? In the end, no one could be happy all the time in a relationship, couldn't they?

Jaehyun walked in front of you into the building while you carried your entire luggage yourself, asking yourself again whether this was all worth it, to be the back burner. Or whether to end it once and for all, feel the pain for only a short time, and then start anew.

But when you found yourself lying in his arms and listening to his regular breathing later that night, you felt so happy again that your heart almost burst, quieting your brain once again.

In the end, it was worth it, being in the back of his mind.

[kickinganddriving]

Heather

Notes: Crying so hard. but this was also so fun to write! this was also the first thing I wrote for my 200 follower celebration! so go check it out on my pinned masterlist.

paring: Boyfriend Charles x reader, Best Friend Christian x reader.

warnings: sadness, cheating, swearing

word count: 2.5k 

song suggestion: Heather by Conan Gray

You had been best friends with Christian since childhood, growing up in Hershey, Pennsylvania. It was a small town where you both couldn’t really do much, but that's how you both liked it. Once he moved away and made it big in Europe, it was time for you to pursue your life aspirations and dreams, and that also took you to Europe. Working for Scuderia Ferrari in the social media department, when you told Christian he was ecstatic that he was closer to you than before. Wherever one of you had a break for a few days, you already knew the other was on a flight to spend even a weekend together. Even though it was not a lot of time, you both simply enjoyed each other's company.

But when you started working for Scuderia, you were assigned to Charles Leclerc’s team, and you caught his eye. Spending nearly every day around him, you both grew closer together, eventually dating. A big part of being an F1 Driver, or being the partner of one, is the events and trips. Traveling to so many lavish places, not just for the job, but also on personal trips, Charles had taken you to places you had never heard of. It was all fun and enjoyable, but you just missed the downtime, and the grounded feeling you had back home, or that your piece of home, Christian provided. 

You were having dinner in Monaco with Charles, when Christian texted you, telling you that he was going to be in town for the Monaco Grand Prix, and that you both could hopefully get dinner together.

“What are you looking at mon chéri?” The monegasque asked as you checked a notification on your phone.

“Christian is coming here for the Grand Prix in a few days!��

“Oh how wonderful.” Charles answers while wiping the corner of his mouth with the white napkin, trying to put on a sincere smile, even though he is not the happiest. Christian and Charles did not get off to the best start, Christian was bitter the entire time about how lavishly Charles lives his life, and Charles didn’t love Christian being so critical of the way he lived, and also was raised. 

“I know you both are not the best of friends, but promise me you will try to get along?” You propose to drive.

“Anything for you ma petite amie '' Charles responded as he pulled your hands in to kiss your knuckles. 

“Thank you.” you say flashing a genuine smile with hope that the two men most important to you could finally get along. 

It had been a few days of non stop work leading up to the Prix, since this was technically Charles’ home race, there had been a lot of press and social media attention on him, making your job even harder. It was also Monaco, hands down the biggest and most popular race, so there was already added stress. But driving to Nice Côte d'Azur Airport, which was quite a long drive due to it being in France, you felt all tension slowly slip away. Christian and yourself made a plan that after the race, you both would just hang out for a few days and breathe, due to both of your jobs being a clusterfuck of work and stress. If you were being fully honest, also living the socialite life with Charles really made downtime harder for you to attain, seeing that you are actively on the clock for work longer than he is. 

 All you pulled into the pick up lane at the airport, your eyes saw a familiar brunette. Quite literally running out of the car the minute you parked it, you ran into his arms, burying your face in his shoulder.

“Thank Jesus you are here.” You say muffled into his shoulder.

“I’m happy to be here.” Christian replies.

“How was your flight?” you ask to look up at him, as you pull away from his arms.

“It was a flight, how are you gorgeous?” he said, smiling at the use of the nickname he coined for you.

“Exhausted, work is a mess”

“Well let’s try to get you relaxed after the race.”

“That seems nice” you respond as you both load up the car and drive away.

Charles had organized a dinner for the 3 of you, but what he did not tell you is that he invited one of his friends, a bikini model, to dinner with the both of you. The plan was to meet Charles at the restaurant once you get Christian settled down in his room, and it was surprising to see Charles already sharing drinks with a brunette woman. 

“Ma belle petite amie! You are here!” The monegasque happily exclaims, as he stands up to greet you with a sweet kiss.

“Yes I am, who may this be?” You say pulling away from this kiss.

“This is Eliza, she was in town for a shoot, and since you were bringing a friend I thought I should bring one too.” He responded.

“Bonjour, i’m Eliza” you hear the model say as you turn your attention towards her. 

“Hello, i’m y/n and this is Christian, my friend.” You announce with a slight bitter tone.

 “Hello.” You hear Christian say matching your attitude.

One could say dinner was just a passive aggressive bitch fight between all four of you, Eliza was all over Christian which made you fairly mad for some reason. Charles was oblivious to your apparent anger, and Christian was just there dealing with all of it. So when the clock struck 10 p.m you were grateful that it was late enough for you to make an excuse to go home. The car ride back was even more awkward than dinner, with Charles and Christian making petty small talk, and you were still mildly heated about the entire dinner situation.

Once you got back to the apartment, you were honestly not sleepy but Charles was, so he made his way off the bed, and left himself and Christian in the theater to watch a movie. You let Christian pick the movie and naturally he chose Step Brothers, it was a classic. You both sat very close to the other, sharing a blanket, and during the movie you found a place on his chest. A position that you both sat in many times in your teenage years.

 After a point in time you noticed that Christian had stopped paying attention to the movie and started to look down and stare at you, so you leaned over his body to grab the remote and turn off the screen. 

“Why’d you do that? The football player asked.

“You were not even paying attention.”

“Yes I was.”

“No you weren’t, you were looking at me”  you say slowly lifting yourself from his body to sit up next to him. 

“You noticed.” You saw a shade of pink overtake his cheeks.

“I always notice, but why were you staring”

“It’s been a while since we have been able to spend time like this and I miss you.”

“I miss you too, this has been nice. Work is just so much, and I love Charles but he can be so clueless sometimes.” 

“You love him, wow” Christian exasperatedly exclaims.

“I know right, sometimes it doesn’t seem real, like he is such a nice person and all but he hides it all under this “‘Rich Fuckboy persona’” it gets confusing sometimes”

“Yeah” Christian responds, still trying to process the fact that you said that you loved Charles. He knew that you probably did love him seeing that you and Charles lived together, but hearing it come from your lips made it hurt. He has been in love with you since you were 13, but he also loved you as a friend, and he always rather have you as a friend than not at all. 

“I honestly don’t know at this point though, I feel like he doesn't fully understand me? Ya know like you do. It’s like all he wants to do is go here, and then go to this gala, and stay at a 5 star resort, and this and that. And I am kind of tired of it, like it’s all fun and stuff but I need a break. Like a few days on the couch, just hanging out, like that one time when I was in college and you visited me and made sure to take a break and we stayed at home for an entire weekend.”

“Just do whatever your heart wants you to do, that’s the one thing that we are always sure of. And if you ever need to make a quick exit and quit your job at Ferrari, there is always a spot at Chelsea waiting for you.” Christian assured you, hoping that your heart would take you to him. 

“I don’t really know what my heart wants, I just feel like I let the world make decisions for me and I just live them through” 

“Hey, look at me.” Christian softly says gently grabbing your shoulders to position yourself to face him. “You have always been self reliant and your own person, I don’t know when that changed, but I know the girl that forced me out of the kitchen to bake her own birthday cake because I was fucking up is still somewhere in there” As he speaks his hands move up to your cheeks, talking to you with passion and heart.  

“Where would I be without you dumbass?” You say with a small laugh.

“I have no clue.” You both just sat there in pure silence for a few seconds before you bodies move in almost perfect synchrony as you both lean in to press a soft kiss on the others lips. No tongue, no sexual tension, just a sweet and innocent kiss. But it was not really all that innocent. It took you a few seconds to realize who you were kissing and realize you had a boyfriend. Quickly pulling away, the both of you sat there in awkward silence before you peeped out that you were going to go to bed. 

But then the guilt set in, you have a boyfriend, you were going to sleep in the same bed as your boyfriend right after kissing another man. You had no clue if Charles had ever done shit like this, which made the guilt even worse. Silently slipping into bed, you felt Charles' body adjusting so you put your head on his chest. Placing your head on his chest you were overwhelmed with guilt, you had real feelings for him, but you had no idea how real those feelings were.  If almost it was on que, a single crystal teardrop fell from your eyes, onto Charles bare chest, rolling down his abs. He was fast asleep and all you could mutter was a simple “I’m sorry” before you drifted off to sleep. 

The next morning felt different from the others, almost like you were out of place. Your eyes opened to a warm light of the sun, gently gleaming down on your face. Your eyes turned to the side table where your wonderful monegasque man left you a kind note and a flower, the note read that he was going on a run, that he would be back soon, and that he loved you. You couldn’t help but smile, you truly didn’t deserve him. Grabbing your phone from the side table, your wonderful morning was ruined by a text from Christian saying that he was going on a run with Charles.  All you felt was panic for around 5 minutes until you heard footsteps leading up to your door, and it opened to reveal a sweaty Charles. 

“Good morning mon amie, let me take a shower and I will be with you right after.” He says with his thick french accent, as he places a kiss on your forehead, and walks into the bathroom that was conjoined with your bedroom.

“Ok.” was all you could reply with, the feeling of guilt passing through you like a ghost haunting a house.  You felt paralyzed to the bed, like if you moved before Charles came back, you might pass out on the floor. You heard a quiet knock on the door, almost like someone's hand was ghosting over the wooden door. 

“Come in.” You whimper out. When the door opened it revealed a very sweaty Christian.

“I know what you're thinking and he knows, you battered out of me on the run, he thought there was something between us and I couldn’t lie” He says, as you place your head in your hands.. With a few teardrops falling from your eyes, you had made your decision between the two men you loved. You didn’t know if you would ever be able to admit it out loud, but you had made your decision.

“Alright” you respond with a heavy breath. “I think he’s coming out of the shower, you should probably go.” 

“Ok, i’ll see you later.” 

“Yep.” Just as you respond Christian exits for Charles to walk in around a minute later. With a towel wrapped around his waist, dropping low on his hips, and his dark hair wet. Without any words, he smiles at you and goes to put on a pair of boxers, and joggers on. Silently walking over to your side of the bed, and sitting on the corner to face opposite of you, as you adjust to move closer to him. 

“Mon amour, I love you so much so if there is something you want to tell me, please tell me now so the pain will be easier” He said with his big green eyes staring into your eyes, lightly grasping one of your hands. 

“Charles.” Now there are tears streaming down your cheeks. “I love you so much, but I kissed Christian last night, and it honestly meant nothing! I was just confused, I missed up, and I was a bit upset with you, and I promise it meant nothing! But If you wanted to break up with me I would fully get it, but I do love you, so, soo much.” You plead to the man before you.

 “Thank you for telling me, you made a mistake, it happens to everyone. I love you Amour, I could never dare living without you. I also know how much he means to you, so keep on being his friend, just don’t kiss him anymore.” He says with a slight chuckle at the end.

“Thank you my love.” You respond as you lean over to give Charles a deep and meaningful kiss. You weren’t aware of it but as Christian passed through the hallway, he looked through the opened door and saw you kiss Charles. He didn’t know if he could do this anymore.

It just hurt too much.