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nervoussagittarius · 7 months ago

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strike out

matt sturniolo x reader

summary: three times you try to get the attention of your boyfriend and one time he finally notices, but it’s to late. part two

warnings: swearing, major angst, kinda shitty boyfriend matt, break up

THE STREAMING INCIDENT

your day seemingly couldn’t have gotten worse. you started your morning with a flat tire. having to call a tow truck and an uber costing you a whopping three hundred dollars. you got to work and everything was going fine until you you cut your hand on a box opener causing you to have to get six stitches to your palm. all you wanted to do now was see your boyfriend and his brothers because you knew that could cheer you up.

walking up the stairs into the common area of the triplets house, you were already greeted with chris and nick. you could tell this is what you needed. you just needed to be around your favorite boys. “whoa kid what did you do to your hand?” chris exclaimed when he saw the blood covered gauze on your palm. “honestly chris i don’t really want to begin to talk about how shitty my day was,” you said with a chuckle, “but i cut it in a box opener at work and had to go get some stitches. no biggie.”

“no, that is a biggie,” nick said. “yeah just wait until matt finds out.” chris responds giving you a side hug. “we’re glad you’re okay now though. go get your man.”

with your spirits brightened you made your way to matt’s room. his lights were on and he was at his desk playing fortnite. you walked over to him with a smile etched on your face. once you got to him you put your arms around his shoulders from behind and rested your head on top of them. “hey i’m streaming,” he said gently removing you from him. he muted his mic for a minute telling the stream he’d be right back. your relationship was definitely no secret so him reacting this way was a bit confusing. he got up from his chair and pulled you out of frame from the stream. “i’m gonna be a little bit can you go wait in the living room?” before you got the chance to respond he was ushering you out of his room and closing the door in your face.

“hey what was that about?” chris asks from the couch. “no clue” you responded with a shrug.

a few hours went by with still no acknowledgement from matt. you decided you would say goodbye quick before heading home. you knocked on his door hearing a quick ‘come in’. opening the door to find him laying in bed. you were confused as to why he didn’t come out to see you or ask you to come sit with him, but you brushed it off.

“hey, i just wanted to let you know that i’m leaving.” you said with a smile that was quickly removed when matt barely noticed your presence. “matt?” he finally looked up. “i didn’t appreciate how you just barged into my room earlier. i was streaming and they didn’t have to see you all over me.” matt said raising his voice.

you were so incredibly shocked at his words that you were speechless. tears began to well up in your eyes. “i’m so sorry. it won’t happen again.” you quickly made your way out of his room and past nick and chris not wanting to raise suspicions due to your state. you went home that night feeling utterly alone and confused. strike one.

THE PARTY

Tara’s parties had become the biggest events of the year. when the boys introduced you to tara you guys immediately hit it off, becoming basically inseparable. when tara asked you to host a party with her you knew it was an opportunity you couldn’t turn down.

since matt missed her one million party he promised to join you guys at this one. you guys had tara’s house completely decked out in black and pink decorations. the dj was beginning to play music and drinks were being poured. people filled in quickly, and you and tara began to make your rounds. saying hi to everyone, taking shots, and dancing.

you weren’t a big drinker. it was safe to say that you and the triplets were the four most sober people in tara’s house, but that didn’t stop you from questioning yourself when you thought your eyes were fooling you. there matt was against a back wall of the living room talking to some random girl. you didn’t want to jump to conclusions, but you couldn’t help how your stomach turned in jealousy as you watched them.

matt was supposed to be by your side tonight. you knew he wasn’t the biggest partier but you figured he’d at least take comfort by you as you guys enjoyed yourselves. you quickly made your way to nick and chris. “hey who’s that girl matt’s with?” you questioned. the music was so loud it was hard to hear their response, they both made comments about how they didn’t know who she was either. “i’m going to go talk to him.”

you pushed through the crowd, being stopped multiple times to take pictures. you adjusted your dress and finally made it to matt. he stopped his conversation as you slid you hand down his arm into his. he hastily yanked his hand away throwing you for a loop. you quickly collected yourself. “hey, i don’t want to interrupt, but i was wondering is you wanted to dance with me.” before matt could comment the girl across from his spoke up. “if you didn’t want to interrupt then why did you?” she asked with an attitude.

not wanting to get into a fight you simply scoffed and walked away. your heart broke a little bit when matt didn’t come after you. instead he went back to his conversation and you went to a bottle of vodka. strike two.

THE TWO YEAR ANNIVERSARY

after your past two humiliating bad encounters, matt had become more and more distant with you. months had gone by where you felt like you were walking on eggshells everytime you were around him. some days he was your normal happy matt, but most days he was miserable and tired and mean. he made everything bad in his life your fault. you tried not to overthink it. everyone has bad days, but matt’s been having bad months and it’s starting to take a toll on you.

today was yours and matt’s two year anniversary. you were so excited but you couldn’t help but feel hesitant. you didn’t know what kind of mood matt was going to be in today. he had been in meetings with nick and chris that morning, but nick let you know that they were done at 2 so matt had agreed to meet you at 7.

these plans had been set in stone for weeks if not a month. you even reminded matt about it the night before to make sure he was still okay with the itinerary. you somehow had managed to get reservations to matt’s favorite restaurant and the place you had your first date. places like this booked out months in advance so you had stocked the waiting list for this exact day to open up. after that you guys were going to go to the theater. matt wasn’t a huge theater fan but he agreed because he knew how much you loved it, and because you made the dinner reservation based around him. it seemed only fair.

you left your house at 6:30 sending matt a quick text that you were heading to the restaurant, making it there just in time for your reservation. matt not being on time was unusual. so when you arrived before him it was a little shocking. you sent him another text asking him if he was on his way as the waiter brought you over to your table.

after an hour, 10 texts, 2 phone calls, and still no response from matt, the waiter came back over to your table politely asking you to leave as others were waiting to be seated. you couldn’t tell him no. even though you really wanted to keep waiting for matt you had a feeling he wasn’t going to show. you knew how hard it was to get a seat in this restaurant so you weren’t going to take that away from a happy couple who would enjoy it.

the tears didn’t come until you were safely in the car and out of the view of the public. you felt embarrassed. you had just been stood up by your boyfriend of two fucking years. you didn’t understand what had happened.

you tried calling him again from your car. it didn’t even ring this time. you were sent straight to voicemail. the tears came faster and the sobs became louder as you watched the sunset from your window. you decided calling chris might give you the best chance of reassurance. unlike your call to your boyfriend, chris picked up instantly. “hey kid! what’s up?aren’t you with matt for your anniversary?” chris’s energy seemed slightly draining to you in this moment. you tried to think of ways to respond without completely bashing his triplet brother out of the pain you were feeling. “actually that’s why i’m calling you… matt didn’t show up. i was wondering if you’ve seen or heard from him at all.” there was a brief moment of silence from chris as he tried to process the information he was just given. last he knew matt was with you, but as he made his way upstairs he realized matt was still in his room. “hey y/n/n, matt’s still in his room let me see what he’s doing. mute yourself for a sec, okay?”

you listened carefully to their conversation as you realized matt had no intentions meeting you tonight. “hey matt! what are you doing tonight?” “i’m going to that party with paige.” the mention of another girls name made your stomach turn. you didn’t want to believe matt was cheating on you. “what about y/n? wasn’t your anniversary thing tonight?” chris was trying to get the most information out of matt and you were internally grateful.

“i don’t know chris. i tuned her out months ago. she’s so needy. it’s not like i’m cheating on her i just need some space.” that’s when you decided you’d heard enough. you can’t believe the things matt’s said, but his words did match his actions so you weren’t totally surprised. one thing about matt was that he was always honest. even if it was at the expense of another.

you drove home that night in silence. hurt by matt, mad at yourself, and in shock at the world. strike three.

THE HALF-ASSED APOLOGY

since your anniversary date with matt that he blew off, you’ve decided to give him the space he apparently wants. even after a month, you still hadn’t heard anything from him. not a text, not a call, not even a lousy snapchat.

you had heard from nick and chris though. they were disappointed in matt, to say the least. as much as you wanted to be petty and still hangout with those two you knew it wasn’t right. they shouldn’t have to pick sides between their friend and their brother. family comes first, and that’s what you told them when they came over to your house begging you to come talk to matt. you stopped responding to them after that night.

since it had been a quite few weeks, you established a new routine that was the rotation of work and home. you know you shouldn’t have, but you watched every video the triplets had put out. your focus was always drawn to matt. you tried to pinpoint if there was a shift in his attitude or if he seemed different. it hurt when you realized he seemed happier.

you had just gotten home from work when you were making dinner and there was an interruption in your routine. a knock came to your front door. when you looked out and saw matt you were shocked. you could’ve never expected this. you spent the first two weeks of your separation wishing and hoping matt would show up at your front door, but now you don’t know if you want to hear what he has to say.

you quickly fixed your posture as you opened the front door. you wanted to look like you had your shit together even though you were slowly falling apart. matt spoke first, “can i come in?” you didn’t know if any words would come out if you even attempted to open your mouth so you opted to just open the door wider allowing him entrance.

“i wanted to come talk to you. i hadn’t heard from you in a while so i thought i’d come check up on you.” matt seemed so oblivious and this made you angry. you could feel the pain and frustration bring tears to your eyes. you were no longer crying out of sadness.

“matt…i’m going to be so for real with you right now.” you paused to take a deep breath. you were trying so hard to keep your composure. “i genuinely don’t know what’s going through your head. how can you sit here and say you want to check up on me when i haven’t heard a peep out of you for a month matt. a fucking month.” “i know i’m sorry-” “i’m not done. you abandoned me on our anniversary to go to some random assholes party with a girl you barely know. you told chris that you didn’t care about us and that i was needy.” he looked at you in surprise and you could tell there was a slight hint of shame in his eyes. “yeah i new about that.” you added.

you kept going, you had so much pent up frustration with matt that you couldn’t hold in your feelings anymore. “for months i let go of the yelling and the bad moods just for you to turn around and go off with other girls. how is that fair? how did you sit at home for a month and not wonder what your girlfriend was doing? you haven’t heard from me because you wanted space, but i also don’t remember hearing from you either.” you were so upset that you were basically hyperventilating. matt grabbed your hand and used his other to wipe your face. “you have to breath, sweetheart. can you please breath for me?” matt asks. you push him off of you him a frenzy. you ran your hands through your hair giving him a teary laugh. “can i do it for you?” you asked. matt felt that in this moment if looks could kill he’d be dead. “i’m done doing anything for you. if the past month wasn’t any indication, we’re done.” “no y/n you don’t mean that.” he tried walking over to you but you put your hand up signaling for him to stay back. “y/n i am so sorry for everything. please you just have to give me another chance. i promise i can be better.” you chose not to acknowledge him anymore. the back and forth wasn’t going to get you anywhere. you silently walked over to your door and opened it. matt looked at you with a pleeding look before inevitably giving in, leaving your house. you slammed the door behind him falling into it as tears streamed down your face. you’re out.

an: my own feelings have been hurt by this one.

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sofs16 · 1 year ago

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lacy

charles x fem!ferrari driver

angst with a decenttt ending.. charles is kinda off here but character development!

based on lacy by olivia rodrigo

dear angel lacy, eyes white as daisies. did i ever tell you that i’m not doing well?

“FUCK” you sobbed as you passed the checkered flag. “P11, yn. P11.” you nodded quietly mumbling something. you saw through your blurred vision, charles running to the team as he wins another GP, yet again.

you make your way to the garage and put your helmet down, no talking to anyone on your way to the bathroom, immediately breaking down.

“yn? media time” you hear “i can’t im sorry- i can’t” you sob once again.

sure, you’d think- ‘why is she crying? she’s an f1 driver and it’s just p11’. well, that’s the thing. having this as your 3rd gp in a row with no points scored for the team while your team mate is always on the podium is mentally exhausting.

charles leclerc is known to be the golden ferrari boy. you both have a neutral friendship off track. he doesn’t ever notice your struggles, which makes it harder to deal with.

“yn, you need to go out there. it’ll stir up controversy” you hear the impatience through their voice. you nod, getting up, wiping your tears, and splashing water on your face before opening the door. you feel the looks on you but you continue walking towards the media.

“yn! you mentioned in the interview a while ago you’d do your best amidst starting at the back, was it more difficult than you expected as you finished in P11?” they held the mic up to your mouth

“Um- I started from P13 and even if i only made it to P11, it doesn’t mean this is the best it will get. The tracks were, yes, quite difficult but- um. I’ll try to improve and score more points for the team next time.” You scrunched your nose.

a few dodgeable questions were being asked and just as you were answering your last question…

“how do you feel as you’ve scored no points whereas your teammate, Charles Leclerc, is about to go up the podium now?” You swallowed the lump forming in your throat “I feel happy for Charles. He works hard for it” you smile and walk away.

i care, i care, i care. like perfume that you wear, i linger all the time. watching hidden in plain sight.

you look to the side and see Charles spraying champagne on the podium. you feel happy for him, but the wallowing feeling in your stomach lingers.

dazzling starlet, bardot reincarnate. well aren’t you the greatest thing to ever exist?

you push harder than ever, starting at p5, charles at pole position. you finish the gp at 4th and him, of course, at 1st.

the questions don’t get better, now that you’re in the points, they once again focus on how you are the only woman in the grid.

oh i try, i try, i try. try to rationalize, people are people but, it’s like you’re made of angel dust.

when you finish you, once again, raise your head to see another champagne fight at front. one year in ferrari and you’ve only had 2 podiums. you somehow curse yourself for smiling at your teammate, instead of loathing them.

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yn Congrats, Charles! 🫶🏻

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⤷ yncharles i hope they hang out more 🥹🥹

ynsbeloved thanking your team that fucks your team mate up? Yeah… kay

lacy, oh lacy. it’s like you’re out to get me. you poison every little thing that i do.

finally, p1. on the last lap, you managed to pass your teammate- against your given instructions.

”yn- that was disobeying my direct orders.” you hear and your celebrations came to a halt, a permanent one rather.

you sigh and get out of the car, the team embracing you, some to charles as well.

you answer questions that revolve around how you were permitted to pass charles. you don’t say anything and say you’re happy both you and charles are on the podium.

you make your way to the garage and charles is breathing down your neck. “What the fuck was that, yn?” You turn to see charles making such gestures with his hands and muttering angry french words.

“what?” you sigh, turning to him. “that’s so selfish, they told me i’d be in front? why did you not follow the orders?” “because i could win” you argued. to be fair, charles’ tires were wearing out and you were on fresh new tires.

“but still-“ “charles you’re literally on the fucking podium. you’ve been on the podium for the last fucking gps and won around 4 gps in a row. i’m tired of being second to you when i can be first. yes, i’m the second driver but it doesn’t mean i get to look stupid at the back while you are the glory. I-i’m treated like a fucking rookie because it’s always you on that podium because i don’t get a chance to get on there.” you wipe your tears away “you don’t get to say i’m selfish- no” you walk away as he thinks things through.

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ynsracer LOLLL HER NOT THANKING FERRARI DIRECTLY AS SHE SHOULDDD

charles_leclerc It’s been a long time coming, as you say. Congrats! ❤️

⤷ yn thanks charlie! congrats on p2!

and i despise my jealous eyes and how hard they fell for you.

after many team discussions, things have gotten much better. especially with charles fighting for better treatment for you.

it’s been a long year when charles asked you out, you were hesitant. you always wanted to be that independent girl, but what’s the harm in love?

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ynlalalalver so happy for our girl! getting that enemies to lovers trope AHAHA

⤷ ferr4ri kinda wish she isnt dating him..i didn’t forget he literally ignored her as she was clearly struggling

⤷ ynlalalalver yeahh but he’s clearly matured as well, im noticing a lot of differences :)

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maxverstappen1 We’ll have so much fun racing, @yn! See you next year! 🎯

⤷ chynferr AHAHA MAX IGNORING THE THREAT

yn love you charlie, see you in the podium indeed! thank you for supporting me:,)

⤷ charles_leclerc Will continue to support you till my last breath❤️

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koopageneral · 3 months ago

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INANIMATE INSANITY SEASON 2 EPISODE 15 SPOILERS. PLEAASE GO WATCH IT

Omgaaa I need to EXPLODE cuz of Taco’s Tirade. Gonna go on a rant analysing it prty much line-by-line so STRAP IN!! (Shout out to everyone who worked on this masterpiece omfg)

It starts off with what might be considered ‘normal’ Taco. Her making fun of the contestants. There is a little bit of hinting at her sympathy towards the contestants, although it’s incredibly shrouded in her mastermind facade. Calling them ‘pathetic’ and comparing them to blindly obedient dogs with ‘how they run to fetch their sticks.’

We get a little bit more with ‘Sure, call me polemic, unsympathetic.’ It shows how shes aware that she’s a problem, although at this point in the song it’s unclear to the audience whether she’s saying it in a way of ‘yeah call me it cuz it’s true, I don’t care.’ Or if it’s ‘call me these things, yeah, but I’m more than that.’

‘Look at me and all you see is the debris of some defective outcast.’ Feels like it’s getting into the meat of the song, and the episode as a whole, of how Taco has realized how she’s pushed everyone away for the sake of the game. The fact she has her arms tucked away during it gives another interesting interpretation, of it actually talking about before her big reveal, and how she was treated differently because she was, in her words, ‘defective.’

‘A frenetic, antithetic (if poetic) iconoclast.’ Frenetic means wild and energetic, probably, again, referring to her season 1 persona. Antithetic means opposite of something, and iconoclast means someone who attacks cherished institutions. This gets into her want to tear this entire show to the ground for the suffering it’s caused everyone.

‘I wont live in the past. I almost won this game once, you know.’ I’m just gonna parrot what @lemonxlimee said cuz they put it pretty succinctly with two words. Taco. Girl.

Then we get to the lines that got me started on this tirade (Pun intended.) ‘History is rearranged just to credit those who win the glory. So reality has changed in the edit when they spin the story.’ AUGH. Her fucking staring down at the hotel made of the money she spent SO HARD and lost SO MUCH to try and get. I. I want to scream about this. I don’t know how to put my thoughts on this line into fucking words.

‘And we choose to feel this pain.’ Going off the last line, Taco, out of almost anyone in the cast, knows how much you have to go through just to get a chance to win, which goes right into the next line.

‘We lose more than we gain.’ She lost Pickle. You might say that she didn’t actually care, but I’m not sure if I believe that. I feel like she might not have at first, and maybe even never when they actually were playing together. But you can’t convince me she doesn’t hate herself for using him on a plan that resulted in nothing. She also lost Mic, and it’s incredibly clear how much that affected her. That was the straw that broke the camel’s back, and showed her the flaws in this system.

‘I will break this cycle of mistakes unlike all of these snakes whom I call to condemn.’ She is fucking DETERMINED to make everyone see what they’ve sacrificed. She speaks with a level of contempt towards them, yes, but I feel like it’s more her projecting her feelings about the contest onto the contestants.

Then we’ve got MePad being best therapy boy. ‘You are incapable of starting over.’ She wants to be better. But she doesn’t feel worthy.

And then MePad’s slightly naive optimism with ‘I do not know who you lost, but is it not possible to get them back?’ He’s programmed to see the best in everyone. He wants things to work out. He doesn’t see how hard it might be to just make things better after a relationship exclusively built on lies.

This naivete is immediately contrasted by Taco’s all-encompassing pessimism. ‘Clear the slate, start again, do you hear how preposterous that sounds? How do you not comprehend that for someone with my monstrous background, the whole slate has fallen apart.’ To Taco, the bridges between her and Mic or Pickle are nothing but smoldering piles of rubble after all the pain she’s put them through.

This contrast is even more stark with the duet of ‘It’s too late’ and ‘It’s not too late.’ I don’t even know what to say about that, it’s pretty black and white.

For the duet, gonna go one character at a time for simplicity. Starting with Taco.

We see taco’s turmoiled feelings on whether she’s to blame, with ‘It’s not I, it’s they who deigned to play.’ Even after all of this internal conflict and deep personal realizations, there’s still a part of her that wants to cast the blame of the pain she’s caused onto the ones she’s hurt.

Another deflection she throws out is, honestly, probably more fair, if still not great. ‘This game, so cruel and inhumane, base and uncouth.’ This really gets into her main philosophy for the episode. She’s afraid to take responsibility, and pins the blame on the show for pitting everyone against one another. I want to make it clear, her point is incredibly valid. We see during THIS EPISODE how much it turns people against eachother. The challenge is entirely built around making the contestants spill their true feelings about each other, and using that to fuel drama. Suitcase literally has to choose between two people she cares about over who she’s bringing into the finals, pitting Baseball and Knife against eachother. While the show is ‘cruel and inhumane’, I don’t think that should just be a het out of jail free card for Taco. Yes, she did it because she felt there was no other choice to win, but she still did horrible things. She manipulated 2 people into actually believing she cared.

‘They’re too afraid to bear the bed they made, can’t bring themselves to face the awful truth.’ This is pretty much just her saying that the other contestants are too blind to see how much pain they’ve gone through to get to where they are.

NOW. Baby boy therapist, MePad.

‘You’re no menace, Taco, how did they hurt you?’ He agrees with Taco on the grounds of how much pain the contestants go through, but he’s just a little more concerned about the tact needed to show them. He knows that Taco wants to change, but she’s afraid to. He knows how much she wants to apologize to the people she’s hurt. He feels that there has to be something external she’s dealing with to have this level of spite in her, even if there isn’t, and all of her hate is towards herself.

‘Please think this through’ is pretty self explanatory. As I said, he agrees with Taco about her basic ideals, but feels like there are better ways to deal with the issue.

‘Feeling double crossed is part of dealing with the loss, yes, but the healing is a process, that’s the truth.’ He wants to see Taco get better, and he’s trying to get through to her about the fact that her feelings are entirely valid, but she has to, at some point, let go.

I also feel like the sound mixing is very purposeful. Taco’s voice rings through clearly, able to be heard without much difficulty. MePad’s vocals are softer, and a little quieter and harder to make out. Taco is so in her own head about the pain she’s gone through, she refuses to listen to any outside voice.

Then we get to Taco trying her best to cover up her emotions again and put on her mastermind persona with ‘I’m turning up the heat to sauté, I’ve some beef to get grilled. But I guarantee that today all the beans that get spilled won’t be mine.’ I love how this foreshadows the challenge, but doesn’t make it obvious.

We see one last crack in her facade in the penultimate ‘I’m fine.’ Again, the ‘mistake’ in this line feels incredibly purposeful. It’s incredibly pitchy and bad, to an almost ear-splitting level. Taco knows she isn’t actually okay at ALL, and has trouble telling such a blatant lie.

And then the last line, ‘now it’s time’, is her fully donning the mask once again, ready to expose the show for what it is.

ANYWAY. Uh. Thanks for reading all this bs. I fucking love this song so much, and I think Taco’s motivation in this episode is fascinating. Any comments or constructive criticism of my analysis is MORE than appreciated, hope you all have a wonderful day/night/whenever.

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philaet0s · 4 months ago

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Celebrity/Social Media AU - Part 32

Previous Part: Part 31

Next Part: Part 33

The full AU is now posted on my ao3!

Simon

Making my way backstage during the concert is definitely the worst part of my day. I nearly get lost, even though I’ve done walked the opposite way only about two hours ago and someone who works here gave me clear and detailed instructions. When I arrive in Baz’s dressing room, Keris, who is in charge of all of Baz’s and his musician’s stage outfits, immediately points at a pair of slacks and a crisp white shirt. “Put them on, quick.”

I would not dare risk disobeying her. She looks stressed. Everyone who works with Baz on his tour looks stressed.

The clothes fit me perfectly, and yet, I’ve never tried them on before, but I wouldn’t be surprised if Baz had my clothing sizes memorised, so.

“You should have makeup on if you’re going on stage,” Keris comments, as she rolls up my sleeves artfully.

“Nah, there’s no time for that,” I say. I purposely left the show very late so there would be no time for makeup. I don’t want any of that stuff on my face, it’s itchy. “I should go now, he’s going to finish the song soon.”

“You’re right. Just one last thing… Turn around please.”

When I do, she tucks in my shirt more than I had, then untucks it a little. “Perfect. Go.”

…And I now have to do more walking around.

Thankfully, the distance is not so big this time, and there are people to guide me. They all look even more stressed than Keris. I don’t think the people who work with him are very happy with Baz’s latest idea… I feel bad for them, but I, for one, am too excited about his idea to be fully compassionate.

I’m right behind the stage now, and Baz has finished his songs. Normally, he moves on straight to the next one, but tonight, Agatha, Niamh, Dev and Niall all stop playing.

“Hey, so…” His voice quickly get drowned out by people cheering. I peek to watch the audience. He waits for them to have gotten a little less loud to continue. “So… London… We know each other very well, you and I… I live in this city. I’ve lived in this city for a long time, but for a few years, I’ve lived in this city with someone very special… Someone who is here, tonight.”

Though none of their faces are clear from this far away, I can tell people in the public turn towards the VIP area, where I was sitting a few minutes ago. Of course, some of them already knew I was here. I even had a few people come and talk to me, like I was the celebrity, it was odd but not totally unpleasant.

While they were busy trying to find me, someone brought the chair that, in a matter of two shows, has become very famous in his fandom. It’s now placed behind him.

“No… Not over there… He’s here tonight,” Baz says, with emphasis. I can hear the smile in his voice a few seconds before I see it as he turns to me, extending a hand.

The crowd goes wild. Loud cheering and clapping accompany my entrance.

Once I’m close enough, I take Baz’s hand. Mine is sweaty. It is intimidating standing in front of tens of thousands of people. I don’t know how Baz does it so confidently.

He mouths ‘Hi, love,’ as he squeezes my hand before holding his mic up to his lips again. “My partner, my muse… My Simon. Everyone, say hello to Simon,” he says, pointing the microphone at the public, who scream in return. “Good. See, it’s not so hard being well-behaved?”

More cheering. They love it when he’s flirty with them. (I could not blame them).

“Simon is going to help me with tonight’s performance, if you don’t mind.” With how loud they are, I doubt they mind. “I thought that I could do something special for the last shows of this incredible tour, the shows in this city that is so dear to me. I hope you’ll like my surprise, London!”

And with that, he pushes me down on the chair, hard enough to look good for the audience, but not so hard that the chair –or I– will fall.

At the same time, the band starts playing the first notes of Hands Down. A song from the first album he wrote about me. The dirtiest song on the first album he wrote about me.

He puts the mic back on the stand, switching to his headset microphone.

Sit back and enjoy. Touch me if you feel like it. That’s all the instructions he gave me when he exposed his idea to me. Which is really no instructions at all. And he didn’t tell me what he was going to do in any specific way, so I’m discovering his ‘surprise’ for London with the same excitement as the audience.

At first, it’s rather tame. He walks around the chair, singing the first verse of the song. The tips of his fingers are dragging along my collarbones, the top of my arms, my shoulder blades. Teasingly.

I’m focusing on the lyrics as much as on what he’s doing, and it makes me realise that that is what he does in the song too, in the first verse. It’s all teasing. He’s using that sexy, sultry voice, he sings a little slowly, drags the ends of some of his words, none of which are overtly sexual yet.

Then, as his lyrics become more explicit, so does his performance.

He’s behind me, and he drags his hands down my chest, until his fingers reach the waistband of my trousers. He lowers his head to, angling it as if he was whispering in my ear. His hands are slower on their way back up. They play with the top button of my shirt, to eventually undo it. And the one underneath it too. He places his lips close to my neck, to mime kissing it. I shiver all the same as I feel his breath on my skin.

He straightens up. He walks around the chair again until he’s in front of me. Almost mechanically, my legs open wider, something that I may feel ashamed about later. Not now, though. Absolutely not now. Because now he’s in front of me, singing those scandalous lyrics, looking better than he ever has. Because now he’s brought me in front of the crowd of his sold-out Wembley Stadium concert to show me off.

Because now he’s going down on his knees, in the space I just freed.

Jesus fucking Christ.

It’s the first time since his performance began that I notice the audience. The sounds they just made could probably be heard on the other side of the city. His hands are back on me, on my knees and then up my thighs. If he was actually going to… his lips would be following. He loves kissing my thighs. It’s his favourite spot for hickeys.

Instead, because having his face between my thighs might be too sexual even for him –or perhaps because he wants to spare me the embarrassment of getting hard on stage– he keeps his head right where it is, and looks up at me, with an intensity in his eyes that makes me feel hot all over.

For the final part of his song, he stands back up, only long enough to sit on my lap. To straddle one of my legs, more accurately. They’re too far apart for him to fit on both at the same time.

His own leg is practically pressed to my crotch, simply because it’s too damn long for it to fit in any other way, which is not helping lower my body temperature.

He’s rolling his hips now, like he does when he’s riding me. Same pace, too. One of his hands is toying with a button of my shirt he hasn’t undone and the other is on my shoulder, for balance.

He leans in, as if he was kissing me, but he doesn’t, of course he doesn’t, he’s singing, but my body reacts all the same. One of my hands holds the dip of his back, to keep him close, and the other flies up to his neck, fingers tangling in his hair. He smiles, and it changes the way he sings. I think I could die, right here and now. I know we’re in front of a whole stadium of people, but that moment feels so intimate, so beautiful.

Already, much too soon, he gets to the end of song. I don’t want it to be over yet. God, couldn’t he write a 20-minute song?

The last lyrics are sung close to my face, his breath brushing my lips.

And when he finishes, he kisses me. Actually kisses me.

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darl-ingfics · 3 months ago

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Hello! I loved your Jin fic so much! Would you be willing to write a fic about Jungkookie with a cold? Thank you for sharing your works💕

I'm so glad you liked my last BTS fic! Hopefully this one lives up to your expectations!

Under the Weather

Fandom: BTS

Sickie: Jungkook

Caregiver(s): BTS (a little bit of everyone)

Word Count: 1,480

“We’ve had such a lovely time with you tonight, despite the weather!” Namjoon called over the rain that had, mercifully, started easing up when their ending ment began. He was holding one of the black umbrellas the staff had provided. Of course they couldn’t use them while performing, but this was just talking, and even though they were already soaked through, there was something comforting about escaping the feeling of raindrops hitting his head.

“Maybe in spite of the weather?” Seokjin asked, sharing his umbrella with Jimin, (they’d only found four).

“Perhaps because of the weather?!” Hoseok exclaimed, slipping out from under the umbrella he shared with Jungkook and spinning around in a circle, arms open to the clouds. The crowd roared with laughter.

“I think we’ve weathered this storm pretty well, right?” Seokjin replied, totally enjoying the game.

“And when next we meet, we can decide whether or not it was worth it,” Hoseok played along.

“Hopefully not under the weather,” Jimin added, gesturing towards the sky as the rain began to pour down a bit more heavily.

“Iiit-schew!” Jungkook stumbled back, nearly dropping the umbrella from the force the sneeze. Hoseok and Taehyung immediately started laughing while the maknae looked sheepishly over at Jimin, sending a deadpan glare in his direction. “Sorry!” A yell of ‘don’t get sick!’ rang out from the audience, and Jungkook immediately shook one hand at them, scrambling to right the umbrella with the other. “I’m fine, I’m fine! Bad timing!”

Hoseok rejoined Jungkook under the umbrella. The minute the two made eye contact, they burst out laughing again. They continued to shake with giggles until Hoseok latched onto Jungkook, hugging him from behind, chin resting on the maknae’s shoulder as they listened to the rest of the members’ speeches.

Namjoon narrowed his eyes. There was something about the way that Hoseok was holding onto Jungkook. He had his arms looped around Junkook’s waist, giving off the appearance of leaning on the younger man, but in reality… Hoseok had his feet flat on the stage, while Jungkook’s knees were bent ever so slightly. Hoseok was holding Jungkook up. Which meant… Oh. OH.

Their goodbyes took another ten minutes. As soon as they got off stage, careful not slip on the rain-slicked steps, they were met with applause from their stage crew and towels from the managers. Once they were all off the steps, mics handed dutifully to the sound crew, the group bowed to the team assembled before them.

“Thank you everyone!” Namjoon exclaimed for the group. “We could not have survived tonight without you all. Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

“You guys did FANTASTIC!” their manager said, looking them each in the eye as the rest of the crew dispersed to get things cleaned and packed up. “Get out of those clothes quick; you must be absolutely freezing. Cars will be here in twenty.”

A chorus of “Thanks, hyung!” followed the manager as he dashed off to complete his duties for the evening. Namjoon huddled his members together. “Real quick, then let’s rip these clothes off…”

“Oh, Joonie, right here? How scandalous!” Hoseok joked, hand to his chest. Taehyung shoved him playfully, earning a nod from Namjoon.

“Anyway. I’m so proud of us. We haven’t performed in rain like that in a while, and we handled it like professionals. Now let’s go home and eat!” He put his hand in the middle, and everyone followed suit. “Bangtan, Bangtan, Bangbangtan!”

As everyone began to back away, the leader grabbed Jungkook’s arm. “Hey Kookie, you good? I noticed Hobi holding onto you out there.”

Jungkook nodded. “I’m okay.” He immediately lurched to the side, hands steepled over his face, with a desperate string of sneezes, “Heh-idschiew! It'schiew! Hii’shoo! Heh- heh, aw fuck, HA-aktschew!” Namjoon’s heart broke in that instant. He could feel the rest of the members freezing too, helplessly watching their maknae fall apart.

“Oh baby,” Taehyung muttered, rubbing his friend’s back as Hoseok appeared at his side with tissues. Where he’d found them, no one knew.

“Bless you, bud,” Namjoon said, suspicion beyond piqued at this point. “Did you actually get sick from the rain, Kook?”

The youngest member shook his head. “No, I was sick when I woke up this morning.”

Namjoon’s eyes went wide and Seokjin gasped, “JUNGKOOK! Why didn’t you say something?”

Jungkook shrugged. “Cause I’m an adult and can take care of myself?” He sniffled, a sweatshirt-covered hand swiping at his nose, making him look a bit more like a child than he realized. “I’ve been taking meds all day. And drinking water. All the things you’ve taught me.”

“Well… still,” Seokjin huffed, arms crossing over his chest. “You can tell us when you’re not feeling well.”

“No, cause then you’d all baby me all day…”

“I thought you loved that, though,” Jimin cooed, pinching Jungkook’s cheeks even as the younger man whined at him not too.

“Okay, sometimes I like the attention,” Jungkook amended, finally succeeding in getting Jimin off of him. The older man settled for a back hug, similar to Hoseok while on stage. “But not when we’re performing! That stresses me out!” He coughed into his fist, leaned away from Jimin.

“Okay, okay, message received. We’re being that exactly kind of overbearing he doesn’t want.” Yoongi snapped his fingers, shifting the attention to himself. “Everyone go change before the rest of us get sick too.” He snapped specifically at Jungkook. “And you wash your hands before you touch anything.”

“Better idea: touch all of Yoongi’s things first,” Taehyung added, earning him a slap on the neck from Yoongi. Jimin felt Jungkook laugh as Yoongi continued to chase after Taehyung. He also felt the younger man shivering.

The older vocalist pressed a kiss to Jungkook’s neck. “Come on, babe. Let’s get you warmed up.”

Fifteen minutes later, Jungkook stumbled into the van, not caring which one, and collapsed face down into the first lap he found, which happened to be Seokjin’s. Did he feel better after putting on dry clothes? No, no he did not. But perhaps that had more to do with the preceding three hours in rain, intense dancing, and the fact that the Dayquil was half an hour overdue.

Jungkook didn’t realize he’d likely said parts of this rant out loud until Seokjin laughed, brushing his hand through the younger man’s wet hair. “What are we going to do with you?” he asked.

“We’re gonna go home, take the hottest shower known to man, and then you and your immune system of steel, and anyone else who wants to join, are going to cuddle with me and we’re going to watch movies,” Junkook answered simply, leaving no room for argument.

“Oh, assertive are we?” Hoseok joked from the backseat. His elbows were leaning on the back of the middle row, which meant he wasn’t wearing a seatbelt, which Seokjin would have to address as soon as they started moving.

“Hyung, I just performed in the rain for three hours with a cold. Talking hurts, I can’t breathe through my nose, and I’m willingly consenting to staying in bed and not doing anything. I think I can be a little assertive,” Junkook said in reply, sounding terribly pathetic. The puppy eyes looking up through his lashes were certainly pitiful enough to melt Jin’s heart.

“I know, baby, I’m just teasing you.” Hoseok reach forward to pat Jungkook’s cheek, his fingers lingering tenderly for a moment.

“That’s his job,” Seokjin added, earning a smile from the maknae. The driver announced that they had the all clear to leave. Jin nodded, shifting so his back was resting properly against the seat. “Alright, Kook, you gotta sit up and put a seatbelt on. You too, Hobi.”

“Aye aye, captain.” Hoseok added a salute as a flourish to his statement before sliding back into his seat. Jungkook hoisted himself into a sitting position, claiming the middle sit next to Seokjin and melting into his side as soon as his seatbelt was on.

“You know I was going to do it anyway.”

“Huh?” Jungkook scrubbed at his nose with his sleeve, sniffling as he glanced up at Seokjin for clarification.

“Cuddle you and watch movies until you feel better.”

“Yeah,” the maknae replied sleepily, settling back against Jin’s shoulder, his eyes slipping closed.

“Cause I’ll do anything you ask me to.”

“Um-hm.”

“Really. You wouldn’t even have to ask, I’d just do it anyway.”

“Okay.”

“I think you aren’t taking this seriously.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too,” Seokjin said, pecking a soft kiss to his friend’s (thankfully cool) forehead as the car pulled away from the venue, getting them one step closer to home.

“And I love you both three,” Hoseok added from the backseat. Seokjin turned just enough to see him, smiling softly at the rapper already beaming him.

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princesayumi4k · 4 months ago

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This is a smut story with Tomura Shigaraki!

FEM READER - SORRY MASC :(

TW : Cursing, Sexual topics - Don't say I didn't warn you! I will be using the headcanons I made for Tomura found in the link below!

You and Tomura have been kind of rough lately, and not just in sex. It's been truly rough within the relationship. He's always playing the damn game and only talks to you when he wants you to grab him a snack or something.

You were tired of it.

One day it was 4:00 AM (not exactly, it was actually like 4:28 ish...) and he was still up, eye bags and itching himself while playing his game. You woke up from his yelling and loudly playing with the controller panels making way too much noise.

"Tomura..." You mumbled sleepily, he couldn't hear you, continuing to yell at his teammates over the mic. "Tomura!" You yelled, he put his mic up on the headset, taking the headset off and looking at you.

"What?" He said, clearly aggravated.

"You've been on the game for days, come to bed, yeah?"

"Yeah...no."

"Tomura. Come to bed."

"Ugh, one more match?"

"No! Now!"

"Fine." He groaned, turning off the game and laying next to you, your back was facing him and he cuddled you, nuzzling his face into your hair, slightly growing a boner against your ass.

"That better not be what I think, Tomura. We're going to bed." You said with a bit of aggression in your tone, hoping he gets the hint that right now isn't the time.

"Shhh..." He whispered, "Why can't we have atleast a bit of fun? Hmmm?"

"I guess..."

"Mm, it's a yes or a no question."

"Yeah..." You said, he lowered his pant slightly in your panties but stopping.

"You're sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

"Okay..." He reached down to your clit, massaging it through your panties, making you suck on his fingers to not wake anyone by your moans.

You whimpered while sucking on his fingers.

"Naughty girl...you're so cute like this..." He whispered, then moving your panties out of the way to rub your clit, with two fingers, he brought your clit in between two fingers and started moving his two fingers around back at forth, you were already about to cum from how good it felt, you started squirming around from pleasure and he pinned you down, instead of doing that motion he just flicked your clit and looked you in the eyes. You tried moving his hand away from your clit while you shivered and trembled, but he slapped you hand away, pinning you down on your back face first isn't the bed.

"How about you stop being bossy, hm? Let me fuck you into the mattress, yeah?" He whispered, you letting out a hum of agreement and he smirked, grinding against your perineum, already quietly whining. He started rubbing your clit again but you didn't realize his wet cock slipping into you until it was pounding into you with no breaks, you let out a moan and he grabbed your head and shoved it into the pillow.

"No. Moan into the pillow." He grunted, pumping your pussy as he grunted and panted softly, spitting on your ass before smacking it, then pounding into you with no hands, occasionally spanking you but he got too annoyed with his cock slipping out easier, so he made you stop arching, getting fully on top of you and started pounding you into the mattress.

"That's it...that's it..." He moaned, you felt his hot cum fill your insides as your walls tightened against his wet cock, he pulled out and let the last few drops of cum dribble on your back. "My cock is still cumming a bit, baby, come on." He whispered, yanking your hair so your head was out of the pillow, he gestured to his fuck with his eyes once you looked at him, you started sucking him and his cum shot out to the back of your throat almost immediately, he grabbed your head so you wouldn't stop.

"Ah-ah. I didn't say you could stop, whore. Keep sucking me like a good girl, yeah? I don't care how many times I cum, don't pull your face away from my dick until I tell you to. Got that?" He asked, you nodded and he pushed you and himself off that position, pinning your head onto the bedframe as he used yoru throat as his personal fleshlight, letting out soft grunts and whimpers as he pounded against your throat, filling it with him cum, he saw your eyes roll back with tears as you began to choke and he pulled his sock out of your throat and laid it on your face.

"Hah- bitch...you're my cocksleeve when I get mad from now on, got it?" He panted.

"But what if I'm on my period?" You asked, hoping to get a different answer but he just replied with this...

"And? I'm not afraid of a little blood. I'll fuck your cramps away." He smirked.

"..."

"Got nothing to say about that, hm?"

"It's just a bit surprising."

"Mm, well I'm sorry for going too rough today." An apology? What? When he's dominant that's not something that usually happens...

"Why are you sorry? And why are you apologizing?"

"Don't ask the same question twice, silly girl." He sighed, pulling you closer, "I don't know...I just feel bad for demanding you as my sex toy..."

"It's okay." You said, silently appreciating his apology, he then laid on the bed.

"Okay, now your turn...mommy."

"Oh, now I'm mommy? I thought I was 'desperate toy' about half an hour ago."

"You can't be both?" He asked with the tiniest smirk tugging at his lips, "Come on, I want it to be your turn. I'll be good..." He said that last part with caressing your cheek.

"Then shut up and let me fuck you." Was the last words actually able to be understood before fucking him so hard he acted brain dead, you loved when he pounded into you - so did he - but, you riding him and slapping your needy cunt on his cock until he came was the biggest pleasure for you both, using him as your personal dildo.

"Mommymommymommy...fuckfuck baby...I'mbabyohhgodohgod..." Tomura mumbled, clenching his fists along with the blanket he tugged at, releasing his seed into the deepest he could go of your pussy, as he nutted he thrusted his hips enough to shove his dick to the end of your womb, making you orgasm all over his dick.

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kitten4sannie · 2 years ago

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4 - ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ ꜱᴇx/ꜰᴇᴍɪɴɪᴢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ -

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pairing: wooyoung x producer! reader (fem)

summary: you were expecting to have a normal recording session with wooyoung, but he had other plans.

genre: idol! au, smut

w.c: 1.4k

warnings: sub! wooyoung, dom! reader, degradation, name calling, pet names, use of a butt plug, feminization, dirty talk, exhibitionism, semi public activities, mutual masterbation

a/n: yeah, i'm actually writing this from beyond the grave...this one was just too much for me 🤒

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Hearing the door of the recording booth open and close, you looked up from the large monitors in front of you, watching Wooyoung put his headphones on. Once you took account of the remaining members sitting in the waiting room, you put your headphones back over both ears, giving him a wave. “Hey, Woo. Are you ready to go?”

"I’m always ready, Y/N.” He gave you a weirdly suggestive smile, his eyelids lowering slightly. You could’ve sworn he batted his eyelashes at you too, but you could just be seeing things after a long day in the studio.

“Good, good…” You looked down at the monitor again, clicking a few things until the track began, waiting for Wooyoung to sing his first line, which he eventually did, sounding close to perfect. “Alright, that was perfect. Here comes the next.”

Wooyoung bit his lip at your praise, reaching into his pants pocket to press something. He immediately gripped the music stand in front of him, his teeth digging further into his skin. When the instrumental continued, he sang the lyrics, but his voice came out too breathy.

“That was…too seductive for a song about governmental control.” You stopped the track, making Wooyoung look at you with mild surprise, his hand reaching back into his pocket. “Can you do it again, but less…like that?”

“Got it.” He gave you an ‘ok’ sign and faced the mic again, this time grabbing the music stand with both hands, his fingertips clenching around it. Once you started the track again, he opened his mouth to sing, but a moan came out instead. It wasn’t just a regular moan, either. It was downright pornographic.

Your index finger smashed down on your mouse, killing the track once again, your jaw wide open at the point. “W-Woo, are you good in there?”

“Really good…” He might as well have moaned that directly into your ear. "Can't you see how hard I am?"

You eyed the tent in his jeans, feeling your body react to the sight of it, suddenly wishing there wasn’t a thick slab of glass separating the two of you. And three people you had a casual business relationship with hanging out in the room next to you. The kind of relationship you should’ve still had with Wooyoung. You knew it was wrong, yet you were still here, giving into him time and time again.

“Let’s keep going, then,” you said so casually it threw Wooyoung off his game for a second, giving him a small smile as he looked at you, his lips forming an ‘o’. “Go on. Let me hear that pretty voice of yours.”

Wooyoung pressed the button another time and tossed his head back, ignoring the empty track playing in his ear, gasping, “Oh my god, Y/N…it feels so fucking good…”

“Does it?”

“Uh-huh…” He nodded his head, pouting slightly out of habit. “But only because you’re watching me…”

You gulped audibly, closing your eyes for a second to ground yourself, knowing there was no going back after this. "Show me what toy you’re using, Woo," you instructed in a low voice, gazing at Wooyoung with slightly hooded eyes.

“Yeah? You want to see it, Y/N?” He bit the tip of his finger, slowly backing up into the wall behind him, knowing he was hidden from any wandering eyes. “You want to see what’s got me this hard?” he added, his voice lowering as well, gripping the sides of his cock through his increasingly tight pants.

“Mmm-hmm.” Trying not to let your dominant energy slip away from you, knowing that Wooyoung preferred you that way, you leaned your head against the palm of your hand, looking at him with a face of indifference. “Now, bend over and show me what’s turning you into a dumb little slut.”

Wooyoung’s eyes dilated in real time, his body immediately flipping around to face the wall, bending over just enough for you to see his jeans conforming to his body, letting you get a clear view of his perfectly round ass. “Should I take these off?” he asked sweetly, glancing at you through his peripheral, his fingers hooking into the side of his jeans and sliding them down just enough for you to catch sight of the lacy black panties that clung to his hips.

“Jesus…” you mumbled underneath your breath, leaning back in your seat and unbuttoning your jeans. “Take them off and spread your legs for me.”

Wooyoung’s tongue dragged across his upper teeth, delighted with how flustered you looked, choosing to push his jeans down so incredibly slow that your cunt ached with each passing second. “Take a good look, okay?” he giggled, sliding them past his ass and bending over a bit further, then moving his panties to the side to show you the small heart-shaped tip of the plug he had inside him.

Sighing, you spread your thighs apart and slipped a hand past your own panties, your fingers brushing over your clit. "Pull it out..."

Wooyoung rested one hand against the wall, reaching back with his other hand to pull the vibrating plug out, unable to keep himself from moaning at the sensation, his hole puckering around nothing but air. "Now what, Y/N?"

Squeezing and rubbing your clit, you cleared your throat to prevent yourself from making any obvious sounds of pleasure, commanding weakly, "Fuck yourself with your fingers."

He tugged at his bottom lip with his teeth, exhaling air out of his nose, looking at you so intensely, you were afraid that he already knew that you were playing with yourself. "Keep your eyes on me..." He sucked on his fingers and spit on them for good measure, then slipped them inside himself with ease, immediately shoving them in and out to his liking.

Feeling like you could barely catch your breath, you slid your own digits into your cunt up to your knuckles, your wetness making it a lot easier to finger-fuck yourself to your heart's content. "Fuck, jerk yourself off too, Woo..."

Wooyoung flipped his body back towards you, pressing his back into the wall, still fingering himself, but using his free hand to collect the pre-cum dribbling down his cock, tugging on it like he would when he was alone. "You're playing with yourself too, aren't you?" He giggled when you nodded your head. "Am I making you wet, Y/N?"

"Yes, very..." you exhaled, your hand starting to move more rapidly below you now that you didn't feel the need to hide it. "Faster, Woo..."

Wooyoung sped up the pace, stroking his cock as fast as he possibly could, curling his fingers inside his hole to rub his prostate. He started to let out more whiny-sounding moans and mewls, allowing you to hear them clearly from how small the room was, neither of you noticing that the instrumental track routinely repeated inside your headphones.

"Be a good little slut and cum for me, okay?" You used your other hand to slip underneath your sweater to squeeze and pull at one of your tits, rubbing your clit so quickly your hand was beginning to cramp up. "Come on, Woo...Do it for me..."

"Watch me, Y/N..." he answered shakily, letting go of his cock for a second to lift the bottom of his shirt up to his mouth to bite it, gripping his length a second later to bring himself to his peak.

The visual of Wooyoung's petite upper body, along with everything else he was presenting shamelessly to you, was too much for you to handle. "Fuck...!" you suddenly cried, your voice breaking, almost appearing as needy as your coworker did, as your arousal began to spill out of you. "Fuck, Woo, please...Cum for me...Let me see you..."

"I'm cumming for you, Y/N...I'm cumming..." he moaned into his t-shirt, keeping his clouded eyes focused on yours, suddenly letting out a muffled whine, spurts of cum landing across his abdomen and chest.

Breathing heavily, you pulled your hand out of your jeans and hit the button on your mouse, stopping the track. "Do you...want to run that back and should we keep it as it is?"

Wooyoung spit his shirt out of his mouth, holding it up with his hand instead, using his other one to push a few strands of dyed hair behind his pierced ear. He gave you the same lewd smile from earlier, this time winking at you, instead of batting his pretty eyelashes.

"Keep it."

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cowgurrrl · 1 year ago

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Yo Gotti

Pairing: rockstar!joel miller x actress!reader

Author’s note: MOM JUNE’S BEING UNHINGED ON THE INTERNET AGAIN

Summary: You and Joel read thirst tweets together. Chaos ensues. [1.2k]

Warnings: internet speak, pregnancy, Joel Miller being a Wife Guy

"Hi, I'm Joel Miller," Joel says into one of the Buzzfeed cameras, and you smile as you introduce yourself. "And we are going to readin’ thirst trap tweets today. Both for ourselves and for us as a couple."

"It's gonna be weird," you laugh. "I wanted to do the puppy video, but Joel said no."

"If you weren't pregnant, we could do the puppy video." He says, resting a protective hand on your stomach. You're only twenty-one weeks, but you're way bigger than you were at this point with Sam which makes sense, considering there are two babies instead of one. Still, Joel has been overprotective, bordering on overbearing, as your pregnancy progresses, but you know it's because he loves you so much. Besides, the extra attention is kinda nice. The producer walks over with a bucket full of slips of paper, and Joel lets you choose the first one.

"The way I would let her redacted my redacted redacted," you laugh, and Joel peeks over your shoulder to see just how many 'redacted's there are, and he laughs too. "This is a pretty good one to start with." Joel picks one and immediately furrows his brows, mumbling the words under his breath.

"I don't think I get this one," he admits, and you laugh as you read it. It's a picture of his side profile from one of his music videos, the tweet reading, "What Doja Cat said." "How is that even dirty?" He asks, looking to you for an answer, and you take a deep breath to try and keep a straight face.

"Do you not know what they're talking about?"

"No," he says, and you laugh as you point at the camera.

"If your name is Sarah or Ellie Miller, click off this video now," you say before returning to him. "Doja Cat is a rapper, and she-"

"I know who Doja Cat is."

"Okay, sorry," you roll your eyes dramatically. "Anyways, she said in an interview once that she liked big noses because you can sit on them," you and Joel laugh loudly, a blush creeping up his neck, and you shake your head. "These are fucking unhinged. I love them."

Much of the interview goes that way, you read a few, and then Joel reads a few, and you laugh at them together. Joel doesn't understand a lot of the internet speak, which results in you having to explain it to him in terms he'll understand. You never thought you'd have to explain to your husband what the fuck someone means when they say he put his whole "Joelussy" into his most recent album, Between Oceans. One of them, in particular, makes you raise your eyebrows at him as you hide the paper from him.

"Are you ready for this one?" You ask.

"I don't know. Am I?"

"Say what you want about parasocial relationships, but Joel Miller being crowned Sexiest Man Alive and then him and his wife announcing they're pregnant with twins three months later is so important to me." You read, and he shrugs.

"Those two things are not related."

"Yes, they are." You say, and Joel gives you a look.

"No, they aren't." He doubles down, and you glance between him and the cameras. You bite back a comment about being pretty sure of when he impregnated you once again.

"Are you being serious right now?" You ask instead, and he laughs.

"There's no way!"

"Joel," you say, looking at him seriously like you're trying to transport your thoughts into his head, but he just stares at you. You laugh as you lean in, covering your mic, and whisper in his ear about the night of his cover reveal party back in November.

"Oh!" He yells, suddenly connecting the dots. "Okay, yeah. Those two things are related."

"Thanks, People Magazine!" You laugh as Joel suddenly sits up and points at the camera.

"Hey, if I never get awarded World's Sexiest Man Alive ever again, that's totally fine! No more!" He waves his arms in an X position, and you copy him.

"Yes, he's done! We're done!"

"Was this pregnancy a surprise?" The producer asks, and you rest a hand on your stomach out of habit.

"I mean…" you trail off, looking at Joel. "Do you wanna talk about it?"

"Sure, we can talk about it."

"We were talking about having one more baby, but we weren't going to plan anything, so we just kinda left it up to chance and…"

"We thought four was a good number." Joel finishes for you, and you nod.

"And hey, guess what's a better number than four?"

"Five," you and Joel say in unison.

"Do you know if you're having fraternal or identical twins?" The producer asks, and Joel looks at you to see if you want to answer.

"They're identical." You say, running a hand over the expanse of your belly, and all the people on set clap. You smile and thank them before diving into the rest of the thirst tweets.

"Well, that was…" Joel tries to find the words as you get to the bottom of the bucket. "Certainly somethin'."

"Joel is famously oblivious to how handsome he is, so I'm glad we could force him to see just how many people, besides me, think he's cute."

"They thought I was more than cute," Joel says, smirking and leaning back in his chair. "What was it that one person said about my nose?"

"Okay, you're done!"

"No, I seriously don't remember. Can you remind me?" You immediately recognize the flirty tone in his voice and playfully shove his face away from you so you can hide the blush on your cheeks. "Do y'all see how she treats me?" Joel laments, and you laugh.

"Oh, you're obviously very neglected."

"I'm just sayin' what the audience is clearly thinkin'," he shrugs. "We should kiss just to put their minds at ease."

"You're worried about the audience's minds now?" You ask, and he hums, already leaning in. You give him a look but kiss him anyways. Six years of marriage and three kids later, and he still makes you feel butterflies in your stomach. You sign off by promoting each of your newest projects and thanking Buzzfeed for the opportunity.

"Do you think more celebrity couples should read thirst tweets together?" The producer asks.

"I don't know if there are any celebrity couples that are as cool as we are," Joel says before you can say anything, and you laugh.

"That's true. We are pretty cool though our kids might disagree."

"They're pretty cool, too," Joel says, and you nod. With that, you wrap and thank the crew for everything.

The day the video goes up, it goes viral with people screaming about Joel's reactions, your laughs, and the People Magazine story. But the thing that they get the most excited about is seeing you two interact. You see one post that says, "This video might as well be called Joel Miller being in love with his wife for six minutes straight," with a picture of you two kissing attached. Joel, never one to shy away from a challenge, posts one of the first pictures of you and him not taken by paparazzi but by him. You're at the beach with your back to his chest, resting between his legs as you two sit in the sand, and his lips are pressed to your temple. In the caption, he writes, "In love with you then. In love with you today. In love with you tomorrow."

Instagram breaks within the hour.

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23lvrs · 1 year ago

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idol!mark x idol!reader 18+

you just debuted in a girl group under sm entertainment you were a trainee for 2 years but during those 2 years you only saw mark your biggest role model 3 times from a distance but now that you’ve debuted you hope to meet him face to face once you do you become a lot more closer than you thought you would have and find some things out about him

you were getting your makeup done before your shoot this was your first interview with your group were all pretty nervous but also excited at the same time

“who is your biggest inspiration” the interviewer asked the group and you grabbed your mic and answered first “my biggest inspiration is mark lee from nct”

after the interview was uploaded your fans went crazy

you were kind of scared mark would see it and find you annoying or maybe this would make him avoid you… your mind was just filled with negative thoughts that were most likely not true

you were in the practice room alone because you thought you should have extra practice to improve your skills. you then heard the door open you turned back and see taeyong coming in

“hello!” you said bowing “do you need the room? i can go it’s fine!” you quickly said before he could even say anything

“no no! it’s fine don’t worry i actually came in here to talk to you” he said making you kinda worried what he would say

“what did you wanna talk about” “well i wanted to talk to your entire group and kind of give advice to make things a little easier for you all so how about tomorrow when you’re all together just come in the practice room we are in”

you were relieved it wasn’t anything bad and started to smile knowing he wanted to help you all “ok thank you so much” you say bowing again “ok well you can keep on practicing i’ll leave you to it” he left the room and you sat down for a bit to think

“wait… he said we… as in his whole group?.. am i finally going to see mark.. i better make sure to look extra good tomorrow..”

you woke up extra early you did your normal morning routine but made sure your took extra time for each thing you did even wore a little more makeup than usual

you made sure to tell the rest do the girls what taeyong told you the night before so you were all kind of nervous

you held the door for everyone to walk in so you were the last one in and once you came in you saw all the nct 127 members but you couldn’t look at their faces and looked at the floor

“hello!” you all said bowing to them all as they bowed back saying hello “let’s sit in the middle of the floor” taeyong said to everyone

you went and sat down next to one of your members and felt someone else sit next to you you were thinking if you should look to see who it was or not “hi” he said you immediately knew it was mark by his voice you looked up at him bowed while sitting “hello!” he smiled at you and you smiled back while you were dying on the inside

“anyways i hope this was helpful to you all” taeyong said while getting up and all the members started getting up getting ready to keep practicing “let me give you all my number if you ever need help with anything or have any questions you can text me them” taeyong said giving all the members his numbers “same here if taeyongs ever unable to answer or help you can contact me” mark said

you couldn’t believe mark was giving you his number.. well not just you but whatever you still had his number

you were in ur room getting ready to sleep soon in your pjs with a face mask on thinking if you should text mark or not.. i mean it’s important he knows who he’s texting if you ever have something important to tell him in the future..

“ok he probably won’t respond well at least not right now let me just go to bed” you heard your phone ding you immediately reached for your phone

your jaw dropped you couldn’t believe it he saw that you mentioned him and he was thankful.. you started jumping all happy smiling wide then remembering you have to text him back

you put your phone to charge and went to sleep very happy that night

it’s been a few weeks that mark has given you his number and you’ve been texting him everyday he’s been super sweet to you and you’ve been extremely happy about it

you were wondering what it could be.. you rushed into the recording him

“hey” he said as you were closing the door into the recording room “hi! what’s did you need to give me?” “here” he said giving you a stuffed animal “what’s this for?” you said with a confused expression on your face “it’s a late congratulations gift for debuting as your new friend i thought i should get you something” he said smiling “really? thank you so much mark i’ll cherish this forever thank you” mark smiled more and opened his arms suggesting a hug and so you did

mark didn’t let go for a bit but you weren’t complaining but after the hug he asked “what are you doing after leaving here” “nothing honestly just gonna stay at the dorms how come?” you asked him “no reason just wanted to know anyways get home safe see you tomorrow” “bye mark!” you smiled and waved bye to him

you put the stuffed animal next to your tv for now and went to take a shower

you got out the bathroom and put some lotion on then changed into your pjs and heard a ding come from your phone

you did exactly what mark asked of you to do and came early “hey y/n take a seat” he patted the spot next to him on a couch in the recording room

you went and sat next to him “what’s up?” “well i just wanted to catch up with your life and see how everything is”

the entire time of you updating him he was kinda listening and just starring at you then he slowly moved his arm to wrap around you and he moved closer to you

“mark?” you say noticing how he isn’t listening “y/n i like you” mark said leaving you shocked not knowing what to say or do “wait what?” you finally responded back after some silence “y/n i really really like you seriously like the first time i saw you while you were a trainee i’ve liked you and so when i saw you mentioned me i just thought maybe you would feel the same and after talking to you for awhile my feelings for you have just gotten stronger”

you smiled really happy obviously you liked him and he even noticed you when you thought he didn’t “let’s date?” you asked sacred of what he would say “ok girlfriend” he said while he went in to hug you

it’s been 2 weeks of you dating everything has gone well it seems like he knows exactly when you’re upset, angry, sad and even hungry this has to be a sign that he’s meant for you because he understands you so well

mark started to call you “hey what’s up?” “johnnys throwing a party wanna be my date” mark asked you making you smile cuz he asked you to be his date “yes obviously when is it?” “it’s in 3 hours i’ll pick you up ok” “ok see you later”

3 hours later you were ready you didn’t wanna dress up too crazy just something simple and cute but whatever you wore mark loved it “so pretty let’s take pics before we go”

obviously you guys posted on your secret accounts or else the fans would go crazy the thing about your account is he made you match usernames with him you found that so cute

at the party you saw many idols you were way to scared to talk to any of them you were new to the industry so you haven’t had time to make any idol friends because of this you just plan on staying by marks side the whole time but unlike you he knows a lot of people while you were not talking holding onto his harm he was talking to so many people and at some point you lost him you tried looking for him but you couldn’t seem to find him you decided to just take a seat and wait it out

after like 5 minutes of sitting and waiting you see mark as soon as you’re about to head to him you see some girl go up to him with a very happy face and then she hugs him but it’s not a normal hug she hugged him for awhile after she stopped she was holding onto his arms while getting closer to his ear to talk this really got you upset so you just went outside to get some fresh air thinking about what just happened and what you should do

as soon as you sat down you felt like crying and you weren’t in the mood to party no more plus you did have to be at the company early tomorrow to practice so you had an excuse to leave you tried to call mark but he didn’t answer so you just left him a voicemail “hey mark i have practice super early tomorrow so i’ve decided to go home early enjoy the party”

after getting home and getting ready for bed you finally just sat and started crying what you saw earlier just couldn’t leave your mind you decided to call your best friend ashley maybe she will know how to deal with this

“y/n hi baby what’s up?” “um ashley i know it’s late but can you talk to me right now?” “have you been crying? yea of course talk to me what happened?”

after explaining everything ashley told you to meet her up at a cafe to talk about it in person and honestly you were kinda glad she wanted to meet up you really needed someone right now and she was the perfect person

once you got to the coffee shop you immediately found ashley shitting at a table in the corner with two coffees she didn’t waste any time as soon as you sat down she began talking about the situation

“y/n listen i’m going to just say exactly how i feel about this and after that you can decide what you wanna do and whatever you do you know i’ll support you because at the end of the day you know what’s best for you got it” you nodded “i just wanted to start off by saying everything that you’re feeling right now is valid and you shouldn’t feel bad for feeling what you’re feeling and honestly if i were in your situation i’m pretty sure i’d be feeling the same way i think the best thing to do is talk to him about it and see what he says maybe take a day to relax and reflect and then talk to him try to handle everything maturely”

“thank you” you told your friend and hugged her and you were going to listen to her advice and take tomorrow to try and relax and reflect then text him to talk about it

you got home and as you were approaching your door and you saw mark waiting for you “what are you doing here mark?” you asked with a confused expression on your face “did you seriously have to tell your friend so much nonsense without even talking to me first i would’ve explained everything to you why did you leave me and go to your friend what did she even tell you? i bet she told you to break up with me didn’t she” you were so confused then you realized “how do you even know i told her anything…” after saying that you see him clearly trying to think of something “because your story you clearly went to hang out with her to vent” “i never told you about me being upset though so how did you know mark..” you were so confused and a bit scared “let’s just talk tomorrow” he left before you could say anything

you decided to take a shower to try to clear your mind a bit and think how would he know this stuff… maybe you’re not ready for a relationship if this is how it’s gonna be or maybe you just need a small break from the relationship

the next morning you woke having a feeling today wasn’t gonna be such a good day you got up to go brush your teeth and as soon as you were done there was a knock on the door you went to go answer it and it was mark “have you took a shower yet?” “i was about to why?” “take the shower get dressed and let’s go out so we can talk” you went in the bathroom and turned the shower on before you took your clothes off you realized you left the towel in your room you went to go get it and you see mark messing with the teddy bear he gave you “what are you doing?” you ask making him jump “nothing i’m just looking at it making sure you take good care of it” mark said looking nervous “um ok” is all you said before grabbing your towel and going back in the bathroom

he took you to a cafe for coffee and breakfast “ok so let me explain everything i honestly just jumped to conclusions i’m not sure what you guys talked about my mind just thinks of the worst things and i’m sorry for that i just assumed all of it because i expected you to be home but i saw your story and freaked out” he said honestly not making complete sense to you but you weren’t in the mood to argue “mark i don’t think this is gonna work out if that’s a regular thing for you to do because this had only happened once i’ll forgive you but just please don’t let it happen again” “i promise” he said sticking his pinky out to pinky promise with you

after that you guys just kinda went back to normal y/n and mark having silly convos but as you were both about to finish your coffee and breakfast you noticed someone secretly recording you both you completely forgot mark is a celebrity and you’re both secretly dating the person recording you two saw that you noticed and ran away you started freaking out and mark tried to calm you down “it’s ok relax let’s just go tell out managers and i’m sure they’ll think of a way to solve this all ok” he said making you feel better

mark called a taxi to take you both at the sm building so you guys could figure out what to do asap

part 2

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echoingbirdsofprey · 8 days ago

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Take Me Back To Eden

One - When We Were Made

Pairing: ii x OC Violetta Kastor

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: swearing as usual for anything I write and this is not a slow burn, so there's immediately flirting and talk of an ex

A/N: Out of respect for the band and their crew, I've decided to use made up names, as it gets a little taxing writing the Roman numerals over and over. It is clearly explained who everyone is. I've also made up physical details if needed, some true (eyes that we know of), some not. The actual plot and storyline is entirely fictional except maybe some of the tour dates but those are also mostly rough estimates so don't come after me! Enjoy!

Violetta had no idea that the first thing she was about to do at her new job was tech for a ritual. Fresh out of school, she'd been hired on a recommendation by her favorite band, which was the craziest shit that could've happened to her. What band, you ask? Well, Sleep Token of course. Yes, the masked and mysterious collective hired Violetta to be a guitar tech. And she could tech with the best of them. She'd majored in music production and recording and she was top of her class. Her professor knew the record label owner and sent him a message because she wanted Violetta to be successful.

Well, what a way to start. She'd been thrown to the fucking wolves the very first ritual. Theo, their tour manager and lead on the soundboard met her and immediately pulled her toward the stage during soundcheck. He went over everything quickly and concisely as the sultry sound of Vessel's voice was overheard through the microphone.

"You're gonna hang with Jack tonight and he'll show you how everything works. We've got in-ears. We'll get you a pair to use for now and then the boys will want you to have a custom pair once we've decided to let you stay." Theo explained, placing a hand on her shoulder and smiling. Violetta knew this was her audition for the rest of her career. She was used to pressure but she couldn't have imagined the amount put on her in that first night.

Luckily, everything ran so smoothly that instead of coming out in a state of panic thinking she wasn't good enough, she'd been congratulated so many times she couldn't even count. She hadn't done much but noticed the mics sounded off just before the set, then restringing IV's 8-string Jackson when the top two strings gave way, faster than she'd ever restrung and tuned a guitar, and that made it all worthwhile.

The funniest thing that had happened that night was her becoming fast friends with Jack. He was just like her friend at home, Brian, except Jack wasn't gay as fuck. Not that she had a problem with that, but it could be a lot for people just meeting him. Jack was nice, down to earth, could joke about anything, and would take a selfie at the best moments. She really liked Jack.

Everyone had been stupid nice to her. It was later on, after the ritual, that she had her second dose of reality dished to her when she headed backstage. She'd helped pack away all the gear, and mind you, getting to help put II's drums away was the highlight of her life until she entered that green room. There, sitting and looking very normal, with a water bottle in one hand, phone in the other, was Vessel.

"Hi, you must be Violetta. You were top-notch tonight, darling." He said, the rumble and rasp in his voice so evident after singing. He looked like a dang noodle of a man, floppy brown hair and a clean shaven face, with crystal blue eyes that wrinkled at the corners with happiness. She smiled and thanked him, going to the fridge to grab a bottle of water. She kneeled down, taking one from the bottom rack and surveyed what else was in the fridge. Fruit, lots of energy drinks, cans of soda, sushi, and finger sandwiches of all different kinds. "Feel free to eat anything too, hun, that's all for us and the crew."

She wasn't terribly hungry, but she thanked him again and sat across the room from him at a foldable table that was set with several folding chairs. She took a few sips from her bottle and took out her phone. She scrolled through the pictures that had been taken that night by their photographer, Alex. One in particular she quite liked was of II, the drummer. He was for sure in the moment, sticks blurred in the air, and his head thrown back as if in ecstasy. Speaking of the drummer, that was who came through the door next, taking a can of Coke and a bottle of water out of the fridge. He took up residence on the couch that was facing where Violetta was sitting. He glanced over and smiled.

"You must be Violetta." He said, soft spoken and slightly higher timbre than Vessel. She nodded and he smiled again, his deeper blue eyes lighting up. He looked tired and still fairly sweaty, even though she was sure they'd cleaned up, but maybe he hadn't just yet. He was the shortest member of the band, but still taller than Violetta as she was a short five feet tall. He popped the Coke open, placed it on the floor by his feet, then unscrewed the cap from the bottle of water and chugged half of it before putting the cap back on.

Jack swooped in, gave Violetta a bear hug, then swooped out with water and some food on a plate. He poked his head in again, realizing he'd forgotten to tell Violetta something.

"I think you're rooming with one of the guys tonight, if that's okay? They're not too annoying." He said, a lilt of humor in his tone as he smirked at Vessel and II. "But ask Theo again, he'll be able to tell you." He said and then he was off.

She glanced down at her phone just as she received a text.

Unknown Number: hey 👋

She tilted her head and sneakily looked over at Vessel, then II. They were both on their phones. The timing of the text was rather conspicuous.

Vi: hi, who you?

Unknown: wouldn't you like to know 😏

Vi: yes. I would in fact

Unknown: who do you think I am?

Vi: honestly, don't know, but you're timing is awful fuckin weird

Unknown: is it?

Vi: yeah 🙃

Unknown: Oh c'mon, just guess

Vi: are we using real names or the numbers that Sleep gave you?

Unknown: clever girl

Vi: you're in this room with me, you have to be, otherwise you're standing out in the hallway

There was a pause in messages. She hadn't thought to listen for a text tone, but she looked up just as IV walked into the room. He didn't have his phone out.

"Hey, I really appreciate how quick you restrung my guitar. You did a great job, babes ." He said and she couldn't help but smirk at his use of very British slang. He walked to the fridge and stood in front of it, surveying the food and drinks available for a few moments before grabbing a few things on a plate and sitting down at the table next to her, but sort of across from her.

Unknown: well?

She didn't hear a text tone. She glanced at Vessel, and typed a message back.

Vi: you all have blue eyes

Unknown: okay?

Vi: is it a requirement to be in Sleep Token? Have pretty blue eyes?

Unknown: possibly, you think my eyes are pretty?

Vessel and IV hadn't typed anything. Vessel was scrolling. IV had just sat down. She averted her eyes to II, who was also scrolling.

Vi: floor tom

Unknown: kick drum

She watched as II's thumbs typed fast as fuck.

Vi: snare

Unknown: you like?

Vi: I have questions

Unknown: shoot

Vi: how the fuck did you get my number

Unknown: Theo

Vi: are you flirting with me?

Unknown: are you?

She looked up and straight at II. He smirked but didn't look at her. He typed something back.

Unknown: hi, I'm Cal, am I your favorite?

She stood, going to throw her empty bottle of water away.

Vi: it's always the quiet ones

She clicked the number and saved it as "Cal" with a little drum emote in the notes. She received a text.

Cal: ✨️

Vi: did you just use a sparkle ✨️ emote?

Cal: I did, yes

Cal: im your roommate by the way

Her heartbeat picked up and she full-on stared at him, lips parted for a split second, then she bit her bottom lip and took a breath.

Fuck .

Cal: is that okay?

This time, he turned and she gazed deep into the ocean blue of his eyes, her very emerald ones seemingly lit with fire behind them. And not a rageful fire, but a very lust filled one.

Vi: how'd you know you were my favorite?

Cal: im good at guessing

Vi: guess my next move then

Cal: why don't you guess mine?

Vi: nope

She grabbed another bottle of water, a can of Coke, said "good night" to the guys, then headed out into the hallway, running into Theo. Cal stayed seated for a few moments before deciding to do the same and try to catch up with Violetta. Theo stopped her for a moment.

"Hey! You were awesome tonight. I meant to tell you earlier, Cal's your roomy for tonight. I figured that might work for you since he's pretty quiet and easy to get along with. I gave him your number so you could get the room key from him when you were ready for it." He explained and Violetta nodded and thanked him. He pulled her in for a hug. "Welcome to the crew."

She smiled wide and then headed down the hallway. She became aware very quickly of the drummer's footsteps behind her. He caught up to her, grabbing for her hand.

"Hi." He said, same soft tone as before. Violetta smiled and she could feel her cheeks getting redder by the second. He was...cute...no...he was hot. He was both. He had a little bit of facial hair, matching dirty blond hair on his head and through his white t-shirt she could see some of the dark, traditional, and colored tattoos that painted his chest. He had two full sleeves of tattoos as well that crawled their way onto his hands. The black body paint really did a great job of hiding it all. She glanced down at his hand that was still holding hers.

"Sorry." He said, going to pull away but she stopped him.

"Still flirting with me?" She asked, intertwining her fingers with his. She felt him twitch like he was going to pull his hand away but he stopped himself, mesmerized by the way his hand fit in hers and the tattoos on her arms.

"Do you...want me to?" He asked sheepishly. His heart was pounding out of his chest just being by himself with her.

"I was kind of enjoying our little text dialogue. Never had that happen before." She said, a wide smile forming on her lips.

He studied her for a few moments, before bowing his head and pulling her toward the exit door. The hotel was just across the street, so they walked, acting like a normal couple, but she could tell he was slightly on edge, by how his grip on her hand tightened slightly. He didn't want to be recognized, she surmised.

He led Violetta to the elevator, going up a few floors before they exited and walked down the hall to room 409. He fished in the pocket of his shorts, tapped the card on the sensor, and the door clicked open and he allowed her in first. He flicked on the light. To her surprise, someone had thoughtfully brought her bags up and placed them on the single bed.

There's only one bed. Fuck. Oh, wait, there's a couch.

"You can have the bed, sweetheart . I'll take the couch." He said, touching the small of her back before taking a pillow from the bed, saluting, and diving onto the couch with an audible " fuckin' hell".

She felt her temperature rise again at the use of the pet name. She wondered what III's nickname for her was going to be, since he was the only one of the boys she hadn't met yet.

She sat on the bed and glanced over at II...or Cal. She placed the can of Coke and her bottle of water on the night stand that filled the space between the couch and the bed. He was laying down, arms behind his head, his phone on his chest, and his eyes closed. He'd kicked off his shoes and his legs were propped up on the arm of the couch. Violetta leaned back against the pillows, turned the light off and took out her phone, setting the brightness as low as possible.

Vi: you don't have to sleep on the couch, it looks uncomfortable

Vi: also that can of Coke is for you

She waited and glanced over as she saw his phone light up. He took a second, opening one eye, typing a slow response then sending it.

Cal: really?

Vi: really what?

Cal: you can't just talk to me?

Cal: also thanks, how'd you know?

Vi: I can, I just kind of though this was cute

Vi: I guessed

Cal: very cute...sweetheart, if I come in that bed, we're not sleeping

Vi: is that a threat?

Cal: it's a fuckin promise

She sat up, her heart racing. What a fucking player. She didn't think he was like that. She responded back.

Vi: that's awful forward of you

He shifted, turning on his side with a loud sigh, then typed back to her.

Cal: im staying on the couch...not a good look for your first day if we fuck around

He'd been able to relax a little and feel confident in his words, as he wasn't saying them out loud. If he'd had to, he wouldn't be saying any of this.

Vi: maybe my second? 🤭

Cal: you're fuckin adorable

Violetta smiled and closed her eyes. Her phone vibrated again.

Cal: let's get to know each other first...not saying I'm not interested... I'd just like to know you better ...makes the sex better

Violetta let out a little squeak and laughed quietly. She kind of hoped he didn't hear her, but he probably did. She put her phone down next to her and rolled onto her side, letting her dreams take her to places she'd never been before, with the drummer hot and heavy in her thoughts.

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Conveniently enough, the next morning was not a show day, so the boys and the crew could relax. Violetta was still a little in college mode, so even though she'd gone to sleep past one in the morning, she still woke up at six a.m. her body ready to go for a walk like she did every morning for the past four years. She opened her eyes and it wasn't as bright as she'd thought. She certainly wasn't going to go for a walk in a country that she didn't know, without people she knew, so she looked over to the couch. Cal was gone. She looked down at her phone, which had two texts.

Cal: left you the key, text me when you're awake

The other was another unknown number.

Unknown: mornin, girlypop, waiting in the next room for you when you wake up

Violetta shook her head and smiled. This kept getting weirder, but more exciting. She dressed quickly, black leggings today, and a maroon Sleep Token sweatshirt over a navy Northlane tank top. She tousled her hair, putting it up in a claw clip, letting her bangs fall over her eyes. Now she knew III's nickname for her.

She took her phone and the key card, and headed out into the hallway. She texted the unknown number, who she was pretty sure she knew who it was.

Vi: uh, which next room?

She only had to wait a few seconds before she heard a door click to the right. A short girl with black long hair had stepped out, followed by the tallest, lankiest, most British looking guy she'd ever seen.

"Hi, Violetta. I'm Piper. I'm the merch manager. This is Steve." She outstretched her hand for Violetta to shake and then she shook Steve's hand after. He smiled wide, the smile reaching all the way up to his eyes, making the corners wrinkle.

" Girlypop , huh?" Violetta said with a smirk. Steve's laugh bellowed through the hall and Piper smacked him on the arm.

"You're so loud." She said and he grabbed her around the waist and pressed a kiss to her cheek.

"Yeah but you like it. C'mon. Girlypop , breakfast time." Steve said, gently pushing Piper toward the elevator and making a come here motion with his hand at Violetta. When they stepped inside the elevator, Violetta took out her phone and texted Cal.

Vi: you didn't sleep much

It didn't take him long at all to respond.

Cal: mornin sweetheart, I'll meet you at breakfast

Vi: how do you know where we'll be?

Cal: you're not hard to find 😉

Violetta smiled as they left the elevator. They walked down a short hallway and entered a large dining room with several buffet tables set up. There were a lot of bands playing last night and a lot of them had stayed at this hotel. She followed Piper and Steve as they went through the line and grabbed food. Violetta wondered if she should get a plate for Cal.

Vi: food?

She waited a moment before scooping some scrambled eggs onto her plate, then bacon, some sort of sausage patties, and two muffins.

Cal: I'll share with you

She loaded the plate up with a few more things and saw that there were the big ass cans of Redbull. She took one of those and a big water bottle also. She followed Steve to a table, where Piper was already seated. Steve scooted in as close as he could to her and put an arm around her waist, pulling her close.

Out of seemingly nowhere, Vessel and IV showed up. Vessel sat on the other side of Piper with a muffin and a bottle of water, certainly not as close as Steve. IV sat next to Violetta with a full plate. He began devouring his food, glancing at Violetta every so often as she was slow to begin picking at her food.

Then she felt a presence beside her, a warm body touching hers. A tattooed hand reached out, stealing a piece of bacon from her plate to eat. He chewed happily and then placed one arm around Violetta's shoulders.

"Hi, sweetheart ." He said, low enough that only she heard it. No one seemed to notice him sitting, or putting his arm around her. Or eating from her plate the whole time. He even drank from the same can of Redbull as her, which made her chuckle a little the first time he took a sip, because he took it out of her hand and took a long sip right after her, then placed it back down.

Once everyone had finished, Vessel had volunteered to clear everyone's plates. Steve and Piper decided they were going to go down to the festival so they headed out soon after finishing. Violetta made sure she saved his number in her phone as "Steve" and put " Girlypop " in the notes. Cal still had his arm around her when IV sat back down.

"Sorry. I didn't actually introduce myself yesterday. I was so fuckin' tired. I'm Jesse." He said, offering his hand for Violetta to shake. She did and he smiled warmly back at her. Cal leaned forward and raised a brow at him. Jesse took Violetta's phone and put his number in by himself, then texted her.

Jesse: hey babes

She smiled and shook her head, then checked the little note next to his name. It was a winky face emoji. She immediately texted him back.

Vi: hi flirty

Jesse: you bet I am

Violetta raised her brows at him and he gently touched her shoulder before leaving the table, leaving her and Cal together. He leaned back again and took the last sip of the can of Redbull. Vessel sat down across from them.

"You can call me Roman if you want...instead of Vessel. Or call me Vessel. Or Ves. Doesn't really matter to me." He said, catching Violetta's eyes immediately.

"How are you going to give me your phone number, because everyone else's attempt has been an experience." She said with a grin. He also smiled and held his hand out. She put her phone in it, and he typed his number in the box at the top then gave it back. He'd left the name part blank.

"I leave that up to you, darling." He said, his super low baritone sending a shiver down her spine. She now had all four of the boys' numbers. She saved his as "Roman" but put "Vessel" in the notes.

"Anyone ever gets my phone they're gonna know all yalls identities." She said and glanced at Cal. He was scrolling on his phone, not paying much attention to their conversation, but his arm was still around her. It had fallen slightly and was more situated near the middle of her back now. He'd unconsciously begun drawing small circles there, which she had not realized until now. Her cheeks heated and she sighed, trying to put away any unwanted horny thoughts, but they just wouldn't stop.

"That's alright. We're on our way to revealing ourselves anyway." Roman said, finishing up the water he had grabbed.

"You are?" Violetta asked and he just nodded.

"We're healing. We've become something new." Roman said, then gently reached for her hand, placing his on hers for a moment before leaving her and Cal to each other again. She turned to him and he looked up from his phone immediately.

"You're healing?" She asked, brows knitting in concern.

"That's why I said I want us to get to know each other first. I have...some baggage...and I want you to be sure you wanna deal with my shit." He said, reaching for her other hand. He put it on his chest and she could feel his heartbeat was fast. Faster than it should be for sure. "This..." He motioned between her and himself, "is so unbelievably fuckin' nerve-wracking for me right now."

"Why?" She asked softly, spreading her fingers under his. He took a deep breath and she felt his heart kick up a notch more and his breathing quicken slightly as well.

"I had...an ex...batshit crazy. Trying to out us all among other things...which I want to tell you but I can't right now...but...she fucked us all up." He explained, trying to stay calm and not trip over his words.

"You don't have to tell me anymore right now." Violetta said, feeling his grip on her hand tighten. She saw hesitation in those ocean blue eyes of his. She could even catch a twinge of fear. "I won't pretend to understand what you went through...but I'll be here for you if you want to talk about it...and if you don't...we don't have to."

He smiled warmly at her admission and pulled her close for a hug to show that he appreciated it. When he pulled away, he caught a glimpse of her emerald eyes and he could've melted at how pretty they were in the morning light. Violetta leaned closer, the tip of her nose touching his and he closed the last few centimeters, letting his lips just graze hers, a ghost of a kiss. When they parted, Violetta noticed he was shaking slightly and she embraced him once again.

"What the fuck did she do to you?" She asked softly, not necessarily at him but just in anger toward his ex. She'd beat the shit out of the girl if she ever met her.

#sleep token #sleep token fic #sleep token ii #vessel sleep token #sleep token band #iv sleep token #iii sleep token #sleep token fanfiction #sleep token ii x oc

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crepe-of-wrath · 1 year ago

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Sickeningly Sweet Shouta Scarf Saturday

Notes/Warnings: fem Reader; fluffy fluff; takes place in a canon divergent timeline where there was just some nice slice-of-life time after the USJ incident; Mic and Midnight make an appearance

Who had time to eat in the cafeteria?

Your lunch time was far better spent hiding the fact that you were once again staring at Shouta Aizawa, the most beautiful boy in the entire world. He had the most perfect--the most perfect--dark hair. And he was very quiet, which you liked. Loud noises and loud people had made you anxious ever since you could remember. The only thing about quiet little Shouta Aizawa that upset you was that he always looked so tired and sometimes a little sad. You wanted to make him happy.

Your friends thought you were ridiculous. Aizawa was a terrible match for you, they said. Sure, you were both smart and that was a good thing, but Aizawa didn't appear to have much style, whereas you already had big, serious Pros interested in your fashionable and functional accessories and support gear. You were one of the wealthiest and prettiest girls at UA, but you were also a friend to anyone and everyone. He, on the other hand, always went around with his nose in the air, always thinking he was too good to have to deign to associate with the rest of the world. But then he also somehow had those two extremely lame and weird friends, Yamada and Shirakumo, and could you even imagine having to hang out with them all the time (though your friends pointed out that at least Shirakumo was built and Yamada's eyes were pretty)?! Worst of all, Aizawa was so gloomy and didn't seem to have any ambition of his own while you were already always so hard on yourself and wanted to go places. He'd never be able to give you the support you needed! What if he ran your spirits down with one of those barbed little observations of his?

You knew your friends meant well, but they just didn't see. Aizawa was a sensitive, shy and quiet boy who thought carefully before he did and said things. Not everyone needed to be brash and cocksure. And he was very, very handsome, with the prettiest black hair.

One afternoon in your second year you were happily in your own world, working in one of the Support Course studios, when Aizawa materialized in the doorway. When you locked eyes with him, the shock caused you to jam the needle you were sewing with right into one of your fingers, making you yelp, and forcing you to quickly clean up blood, lest you ruin all your work. This was not exactly the impression of competence you hoped to present.

But your metaphorical rain clouds dissipated when Aizawa said, "I'm sorry, you were clearly concentrating. I should have knocked."

(See! your inner voice shouted. He's quiet and polite!)

"It's fine," you said, as you finished putting a power pad on your finger. "Can I help you?"

"I'm having a problem getting the right--I don't even know the word--the right texture? weight? feel? for my binding cloth weapon. Everyone says you're the expert to talk to about this sort of thing."

You two spent the rest of the afternoon testing out different fibers and materials, sharing giggles over what failed, and high-fiving one another when you figured out the right amount of wire to give him just the drape and action he needed.

"Thank you, thank you very much," he said, giving you a little smile. It was the most magnificent and exquisite smile there had ever been, of course.

"I will have it ready for you as soon as I can, Aizawa!"

You pulled multiple all-nighters to make the weapon for Shouta. When it was done, and you were all alone in your studio, you kissed it for luck.

You started in on a second binding cloth not long after giving Aizawa that first one. It only made sense for him to have a second one ready for immediate use when he needed to turn in his weapon for replacement. You finished this one in the dead of night as well, and yes, you gave it a kiss. You would have died if Aizawa ever knew: he would think it was such a silly thing.

After you graduated from UA, your parents and your friends desperately tried to fix you up, and sometimes you almost let your mind wander away from the lovely dark-haired boy who held pride of place in your heart.

And then you would receive a damaged old binding cloth in the mail. You would salvage what you could from the old one, prepare a new one, and give it your secret little kiss for luck before messaging Aizawa to let him know it was ready. He would reply with a time and place for a meeting.

At first, you had assumed these meetings would bring you joy, but they often did the opposite. Aizawa was always so sad. Grief and guilt had turned him into someone who was actually as brusque as your friends has always said he was, although he was still wickedly funny and as polite to you as he was to anyone. Still, you were worried.

So, you brought your concerns to Present Mic and Midnight, who were also clients of yours by now. You didn't feel it was your place to interfere with Aizawa's personal matters directly. You wished you knew him that well, but you didn't.

"I'm concerned about Aizawa Shouta," you said. "I've never--not once--met him to bring him his binding cloths in an office or anything that looks like it could be a home. And I don't think that he is dealing well with Shirakumo Oboro's death."

They considered what you had just said for a moment.

"Wait! Aizawa asks you to bring the scarves to him in person?" said Mic, who looked almost giddy. You felt this was a bit inappropriate, given the seriousness of what you had just told them.

"Of course he does," said Midnight. "Of course he does...I knew it." Apparently something about Aizawa being sad and needing some help was very funny, and you were happy to be on the outside looking in when it came to the joke.

After a few seconds, both of them seemed to realize how improper their reactions were, and they sobered up--at least as much as they could. "Leave it with us," said Kayama. "And thank you for looking out for our sweet little grumpy boy."

You waited for Class 1-A to leave their homeroom--they were all discussing hero names as they streamed out, so you might as well have been invisible to them. After they were gone, you poked your head in, and Aizawa invited you into the room. You acknowledged Aizawa with a bow and produced the familiar box. You hadn't kissed it this time. Apparently the luck of your kisses had run out.

"I'm sorry that this one took so long to produce, but I couldn't salvage anything from its predecessor."

"No need to apologize. It would have been irrational for me to expect you to have a new one prepared right away."

The new scar under his eye looked very painful. (And hot! Don't forget hot! said the wildly inappropriate voice in your head.)

"I'm sorry you got hurt," you said.

"Thanks, but it's part of the job."

You were both holding an end of the scarf box. Had your hands ever been this close? Why had you never noticed how large and strong his hands looked? (Think of how it would feel if he held you! said the unhelpful, inappropriate voice.) The air around you suddenly felt very, very heavy and you knew you had to leave before you embarrassed yourself.

You released the box, backed up a couple of steps and were about to turn around when you met resistance. Two hands, which revealed themselves as belonging to Nemuri and Hizashi, pushed you back toward Aizawa and closed the door to Class 1-A behind them.

Shouta looked like he was considering jumping out of one of the windows.

"I've had to watch this pining silliness for years now! I can't take it anymore!" shouted Mic.

Much more softly--which underscored how deadly serious he was--he added, "One of you better say something now, or I will."

Kayama's voice floated into your ear: "That's a promise, sweet thing."

You and Shouta just stared at each other, like terrified deer transfixed by light.

"Would you like to go to a park?" you blurted out, your nerves causing you to project at unexpectedly high volume. "Maybe sit somewhere nice and quiet? I could do some knitting while you mark your papers?"

Aizawa tried to hide his blush behind the binding cloth he was already wearing. You felt your own face heat up and sweat start to form. If you weren't so frightened of the twin cupids Midnight and Mic, whose hands were still pressed firmly into your back, you would have turned and run.

Fortunately you didn't, because the most beautiful boy you had ever seen or would ever see ignited his Erasure, which his two friends correctly interpreted as a GET OUT gesture and then, when the door was closed and it was quiet and you two were alone, softly said, "Yes, we should go to a park."

Shouta walked up to you with a small, shy, sincere smile that peeked out over his scarf. You decided you'd have to figure how to slip a kiss to the scarf that was still in its box sometime later. He slowly took your fingers one by one until he was finally holding your hand. Then, he led you out of the room.

Maybe you were just being hopeful, but you swore his eyes looked less sad.

#aizawa x reader #aizawa shouta #bnha aizawa #aizawa fluff #mha fluff

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player1064 · 9 months ago

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Literally obsessed with the ask fics you’ve been doing, thank you 🥰 my suggestion to throw in is something on Jamie being whipped as hell…. I just love that as a concept and the latest STF where Gary’s instinct is to demand he provide him with clothing alternatives made me think of it hehe… like something regarding everyone knowing Jamie’s basically at his beck and call

JAMIE! IS! SO! WHIPPED!!!!! this is honestly such a core part of my carraville belief system anyway like ngl I do try sprinkle a bit of it into most of my fics so YES I loved writing this!!!

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“Alright guys, we’ve got a fifteen minute break and then I need you all back in your seats,” a producer calls out once they’ve cut to the match.

Immediately, everyone on the set of Monday Night Football starts bustling around, setting up equipment or wandering over to the craft table for something to eat or drink.

Jamie rushes off without a word, and David stands up to do the same but ends up hovering awkwardly next to the desk when Gary doesn’t move from his seat, just gets his iPad out from under and starts to type furiously on the little bluetooth keyboard.

“You’re not coming for a coffee?”

“Huh?” Gary blinks up at him. “Oh, no, Carra’ll get me one.”

David gives Gary a disbelieving look but goes off to get his own refreshments anyway. By the time he gets back, Jamie’s wordlessly setting a mug down next to Gary’s elbow, along with a couple of custard creams. He doesn’t wait for Gary to acknowledge him (which he doesn’t), just sits back down in his seat and starts scrolling on his phone, glancing up across the desk with a smug smile when Gary picks up the mug to take a sip.

“Where the fuck is Jamie?” Gary asks as he whirls around Sky studios lobby, not stopping for long enough for anyone to actually respond. “James! James, you twat, where are ya, I ‘ave to be back in Manchester for five, can’t believe you’re makin’ me wait –”

“Alright, alright, keep your tits on,” Jamie says as he rushes in, coat only half pulled on. “Jesus, it’s your fault I’m late, y’know. You left your airpods in the dressing room, I ‘ad to go back and get them ‘fore I was stuck with your whining for the next four hour.”

Gary frowns, pats his pockets, then looks at Jamie bewildered when he finds nothing. Jamie drops the case into his hands.

“How’d you even –” he starts, but Jamie’s already hurrying towards the waiting car.

“I always get so hungry while we’re commentating, wish there was a – a runner, or somethin’, who could go get us some snacks.”

Jamie, who’d been about to start saying something into his mic, shoots Gary a glare and then starts raving about brilliant possession. While he’s talking, though, he uses his foot to push his bag out from under his seat and towards Gary, gives him a little kick in the ankle for emphasis.

When Gary opens the bag there’s a few packets of hula hoops, some chocolate bars, a packet of wine gums, a couple of apples which he studiously ignores, and some granola bars. He grabs a few things so that he doesn’t have to go rummaging again later, then holds out one of the chocolate bars to Jamie.

Jamie glances at the offering and shakes his head, waves it away. “Not big on sweets, am I?” he says once he’s put his microphone down.

“Jamie – Jamie, can you c’mere for a second?” asks Gary, waving him over to where he’s stood talking to Wrighty.

Jamie gets up from his seat and walks aver, looks between the two of them expectantly. “Yeah?”

Gary reaches up to pluck the glasses from his face, which gets almost no reaction from Jamie beyond a surprised blink when Gary’s hand first approaches him.

“See, Wrighty, look at this,” Gary says, as if Jamie were nothing more than a mannequin. “He’s way blinder than you or me, I dunno how ‘e’s not always crashing into things when he’s not got them on.”

“I think you’re right, check out the magnification on these things!”

“Ugh, Jesus, what kind of place only takes cash?” Roy complains, searching through his pockets to no avail. “And to only tell you after they’ve made your order, now I just look like a prick. Do either of you boys have any notes?”

Gary and Jamie both say no, and Roy’s about to turn back and go to the counter to tell this poor teenager that he can’t buy the food after all, when Gary squints at Jamie suspiciously then holds up a finger to say hold on to Roy.

“Shame, that, ‘cause them sandwiches look really good. An’ I only had a piece of toast at breakfast.”

“Not my fault you’ve not been grocery shopping in two weeks,” Jamie says, rolling his eyes. At the same time, though, he’s reaching into the pocket of his jeans for his wallet, pulling out a ten pound note and handing it to Gary.

Gary grins triumphantly and hands the note to Roy.

“Glad ‘e’s got too heavy to pick up now,” says Paul with a nod towards Gary. “Else he’d be jumping at us every time Salford scores.”

“Oi!” Gary reaches out to whack Scholesy in the arm. “I am not fuckin’ heavy, d’you mind? If I wanted to jump at people I’d jump at people, ta very much. I’m just more civilised now, like.”

“No, Gaz, y’just know that if you try it we’ll both end up on our arses looking like twats. You prob’ly don’t even have the leg strength to –”

“Jamie!” Gary cries out, interrupting him. “Jamie, go stand over there, would ya?”

Jamie raises an eyebrow at him but gets up off his seat and goes to the flat platform at the back of the stand. Gary follows, then without warning does a pathetic little run-up and launches himself into Jamie’s arms, his legs wrapped tight around him.

Jamie gives a little humph under his weight, which Gary ignores to raise his hands in the air in celebration. “Ha!” he says, “see, Scholesy, told you y’were talkin’ nonsense!”

“Gary, y’great lump, are you planning to stay up ‘ere much longer? Not sure my old man knees can take it.”

“Shush, you.”

Jamie shushes.

#not sure if in this one they're together yet or not. funnier if they're not and jamie's just. insane.#and gary doesnt realise how insane jamie actually is about him. but everyone else is like oh my fucking god #thanks again for the suggestion!#carraville #drabbles

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sundove88 · 4 months ago

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MHA: Heart of Glass Chapter 4: The Gala

At the same time, at U. A. High, the Gala was just beginning, and the introductions were well under way when Ochaco and her friends got into the car and headed towards the beautiful building. The gala was the most important affair of the year, and everyone in town, whether they had a quirk or didn’t have one, was attending. All Might sat on a chair at one of the nearby tables, greeting each and every guest with his signature smile and a piece of advice on how to be a true hero. But beneath that smile and the charisma, he was sad, for he felt like the one who truly deserved to be at U. A. High wasn’t in sight. “What’s wrong, Toshinori? Ya don’t like the gala?”, asked Aizawa as he walked out onto the balcony as fireworks went off above the pair. “Don’t like the gala? You did amazing on it, Aizawa. But I’m really starting to think… we might never meet the someone who deserves to attend this school.”, he said, looking towards the night sky. “Perhaps that’s them, now!”, replied Present Mic, pointing to the car that was pulling up into the entrance.

As Ochaco and her friends stepped out of the car, she was the one to cause all of the ushers to go silent and stare at her and her friends. No one had seen such a beautiful young girl and her companions before, and especially with All Might, who couldn’t believe his eyes- especially since Ochaco was the one who helped with his tuxedo a few days earlier! And as they made their way further into the school, towards the ballroom, everyone around them fell silent in utter amazement. Ochaco looked around and beamed happily. Every beautiful costume the guests wore had her own personal touch to them, whether they be rhinestones, jewelry that had been chosen by her, and even the makeup that adorned the faces of the guests- they had all been done by her! And as they walked down the stairs, everyone stared at them to the point where they whispered words of amazement. Even the bullies didn’t even know what to say, as although Ochaco had put the finishing touches on their outfits, they still couldn’t get the words out.

Finally, All Might approached the kids, and bowed deeply as to show great chivalry. “Young ones, you surely have the most amazing outfits of tonight. Shall we-”, he began to say. “Dance?”, replied Ochaco, immediately taking Izuku’s hand. At that moment, the band began to play a jazzy ballroom mix once again, and the gang immediately started waltzing across the marble floors of the ballroom. “They’re all looking at you.”, replied Ochaco humbly. “No, young lady: they’re all looking at you!”, All Might said as the gang took turns dancing with the number one hero in the world and each other. “Oh, I think we just found our sweepstakes winner.”, whispered Gran Torino as he pointed out Ochaco to Nezu, who was admiring the kids, who were floating across the room as if they were phantoms. “It’s your fault, you blew our chances, Spinner!”, shouted Overhaul. “What?! That wasn’t our fault! They just showed up right outta nowhere!”, Spinner talked back. “Shhh!! You might still have that chance!”, All For One whispered. But as they watched the gang dance with the pro hero, their faces went from anticipation to seemingly near defeat. They knew that All Might’s heart was captured by the kids who entered.

After many hours of dancing, the gang stood on the balcony, sharing snacks and chatting like no other would. “That was some dancing, wasn’t it?”, replied Kirishima, doing a few quick stretches as he dusted off his suit. “You bet it was. I’ve never felt so amazing in my life!”, Ochaco replied, a smile crossing her face. “You bet. And they’re gonna announce the sweepstakes in a bit. Oh, I wonder if you’ll win! Say, you helped out everyone with their costumes, right?”, All Might questioned. Ochaco humbly nodded at the question. “She just wanted them to look AND feel their very best for tonight. It is a big occasion, after all!”, Melissa Shield said as she tucked away her bangs. A few more minutes passed, and then the moment of truth came- It was time to announce the winners of the sweepstakes. “Alrighty, everyone! It’s now the moment you’ve been waiting for!”, shouted Present Mic as he held up a shiny golden envelope, followed by the excited cheers of the guests. “And now, the winner of the sweepstakes is…”, but before he could get his words out, the school bell began to chime 12 o’clock- midnight.

And at that same moment, Ochaco remembered her parents’ warning. “Oh no…! We’ve gotta get home!”, she whispered to her friends, who all nodded to each other… and made like lightning and bolted. “Wait! Where are you going?!”, All Might said as the kids made their way towards the exit of the school. “No time to explain, we have to get home!”, shouted Bakugo as he adjusted his bow tie. “Our parents are worried, and we can’t leave them in the dust!”, yelled Rikido Sato as he stuffed his mouth with pastries from the buffet table. As the gang ran down the seemingly endless flights of stairs (While also trying not to trip and fall at the same time), one of Ochaco’s transparent dancing shoes flew off, and All Might managed to catch it in his hands. “Even without a shoe, we’re still gonna make it!”, replied Ochaco as the gang made it to the limo… just in time. As the limo sped off, All Might looked down at the single dancing shoe he had caught, and had an idea. “Whoever fits this very dancing shoe… is also the winner of the sweepstakes.”, he said to himself.

The shoe would determine who would win the sweepstakes, but it wouldn’t be easy.

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writeandsurvive · 1 year ago

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Pairing: Alden Parker x Fem!Reader

Summary: you meet Alden at your brother's bar and end up performing a song with him

Words count: 4.7k

Warnings: age gap, meet cute, open mic session, drunk!Alden, reader was a surrogate, gay brother, married gay couple, Alden's friends being pains, Alden being the best man ever, first kiss in public

Fix you ~ Alden Parker

Saturday night.

Your brother's bar.

You always spend your weekends here. Most of the time, you end up waitressing or just bartending if you don't feel like interacting too much with people. You love this place, it has lots of regular customers so you know most of them. Some actually became your friends, or at least buddies. And when someone you've never seen before comes in, you immediately spot them.

So when a group of guys entered the bar for the first time, you studied them. You were waitressing that night, so you came up to their table once they settled. You took a look at the four of them, studying them a little more and asked for their orders. "First time here!" You smiled as you came back with their drinks.

"Yeah, a coworker keeps telling us about this place so we thought we'd check it out." One of them answered.

"What's this coworker's name?" You asked.

One of them said a name you've never heard of, but another guy quickly corrected. "In our line of work, we usually call each other by our last name." He added. And indeed you knew their coworker, and got surprised that he wasn't there too.

"Why isn't he with you?" You said, putting down the last drink.

"He's on duty."

"Right. FBI, yes?"

"Us, yes. This one--" they pointed at the man with the most amazing head of hair you've never seen before. "Joined the dark side."

"I suppose it doesn't mean that you turned into a criminal?" You smiled at him and he chuckled.

"No, I just joined another agency."

"But he was a juvie once." His friend grinned and the man shot him a death stare.

"From a kid who got into trouble to another, your drink is on me." You winked at him and left their table. You let your brother know not to count one of the beers.

You went on with your evening, working, exchanging and laughing with people. Eventually, your brother started the open mic session, and several people got on stage, one after the other. Some sang, others played the instruments. And as always, it wasn't long until one of your friends called out for you to get on stage too. You always fainted annoyance but loved going on stage with your guitar. That night, you chose a rock ballad, and for four minutes, it was just you and your instrument, just the way you love it. You opened your eyes a few times to look at everyone sitting there, and somehow you ended up looking at this man. His eyes were glued to you, his emotions written all over his face. This is something you love about performing music; making people feel things.

Everyone cheered when you were done, and you locked eyes with the man again. You noticed his friends being all over him. At first, you wondered if they were teasing him about you, and kinda hoped they were. One of them called out for you, so you went over to their table. "We need your help!" He said. "Parker is refusing to go up there and play drums. Can you convince him?"

You grinned, but Parker talked before you could say anything. "Don't bother, I'm not that good."

"Bullshit! You rock!" His friends shouted and he rolled his eyes.

"What if we do a song together?" You offered.

"No way. You are so amazing, I'm just going to ruin your performance."

"I don't believe you. You can choose the song! I'm sure we can find something that'll suit both of us."

Parker was torn. The idea of sharing a moment like this with the beautiful waitress was appealing, but he really thought he'd embarrassed himself. "I'm gonna need something stronger first." He said, holding his empty beer glass. Grinning, you grabbed it from his hand, your fingers brushing his. "Can I fix you something of my own creation?" You asked, your hand still above his around the glass.

"I'd love that." He smiled. God, was he charming.

"Okay, so only Parker gets a special treatment?" You heard one of his friends say as you were walking away. You looked over your shoulder to them and expressively winked.

"Is he going to be the one who gets you to break your own rule?" Your brother-in-law teased you, as you were making the drink for Parker. You elbowed him in the ribs.

"I flirt all the time with the customers. Why do you think they all come back?"

"I'm no arguing with that. But you never blush around them."

You hated that he was right. You felt your cheeks heating when Parker smiled at you and even more when you felt his skin against yours. You didn't know the guy, he was obviously older than you, and he was probably just having fun with his friends - maybe he wasn't even single -, but you felt an incredible attraction towards him. Like he could ruin you with just one look.

You were finishing the drink when you heard someone on the right side of the bar. Parker. You nodded in acknowledgment and a few seconds later, you were walking towards him with the drink. "I'd have brought it to you." You said.

"I know, I- I'm actually looking for the bathroom."

"Yeah sure, it's right over there." You pointed towards where the bathroom was. "I'll put this on your table."

"No" he interjected. "Can you keep here for a minute? I'm sure one of them will take a sip and they will not give up until I go on stage, so- um-"

Was he embarrassed by his friends' forcing his hand to play drums or just embarrassed to talk to you? There was no way you could intimidated a man like him, so it had to be the first option. You told him you'd wait and he was gone. You grabbed your brother-in-law on his way back to the bar, "Can I take five?"

"Am I the boss?"

"You're his better half."

"True. However, if it turns out you took a break to meet your silver fox in the bathroom, I'll not be anything anymore."

"What? No! You're crazy! I'm not going to-" He laughed loudly, earning a punch in his shoulder this time. "Jerk."

"You're not technically working here, hon. Get to know him. I promise you he's not gay. One of his friends though-"

"Which one?"

He was about to answer but stopped when he saw Parker coming back. "She's the best, you'll love her--drink." Subtle. Very subtle.

Parker agreed to follow you outside, behind the building. It was a small area, where customers weren't allowed. "I come here when it feels too packed inside. My brother comes here to smoke." You grabbed the full ashtray and got rid of the content in the bin at the very end.

"Which one is your brother?" You told him. "So it makes the one who said you're the best, your brother-in-law?"

You smiled. "Yup, they've been together for nine years, married for three and they have a little one who's with the grandparents tonight."

"Aw, how old?"

You grabbed your phone from your bra and showed him your lock screen. A recent picture of your one year old niece. You chose not to tell him you were the surrogate. Parker didn't appear like the kind of man who'd judge, but it was extremely private and you didn't really know him yet. "She's adorable! I'm sure she has the entire family wrapped around her finger."

"You have no idea. My dad being on top of that list."

Parker often wondered how his own dad would have been if he had kids. His parents didn't get to see their grandchildren grow up much as both his siblings are in the Navy and always assigned away from DC. If he had a little girl, would she have had Roman wrapped around her finger? If she had your beautiful face, he was sure of it. But why the hell was he thinking about that?

"By the way, this is amazing!" He said, raising his glass a little. "Multi talented, I see."

"Don't expect any more of them." You blushed, again.

"I most definitely am." He smirked, making you blush even more and look down at your shoes for a moment.

"So, um, you coming on stage with me?"

"Yeah, but I'd like to apologize right now if it turns to be a bad experience for you."

"I'm sure you're underestimating yourself. Is there a song in particular you'd feel comfortable with?"

"Sound of silence?" He offered, earning a smile from you. "I really love Bowie so I know a few of him. And lately, I've been into Coldplay and Imagine Dragons if it-"

"Please tell me you can do Fix you, by Coldplay."

Parker shyly smiled. "I think I can."

"Perfect. As much as I love your other options, it has to be this one."

He loved how excited you got. He would learn any song you'd want to play with him just to make you happy and smile like this.

"I do need the liquor courage first."

You and Parker kept talking about the song and your upcoming performance while he drank and finished his special drink. Every second with him felt like a privilege. Watching him drink something you made and appreciating it, listening to him talk about music, the way his eyes locked into yours like he could read you like an open book, smelling his intoxicating cologne. And boy did you want to touch that hair of his.

Finally, you got back inside, Parker opening and holding the door for you like a gentleman. You took the empty glass from his hand, fingers brushing again, and put it away behind the counter.

You joined him on the side of the small stage. If he was yours, you'd just have hugged him from behind, kissed the back of neck and watched the performance like that even if you had to tiptoe the entire time. But he was basically a stranger, so you just stood next to him. You could feel his eyes on you every other second, the back of his hand was against yours. You felt things in your stomach that you never felt before.

You offered him your hand when the stage cleared out. Parker took a deep breath before sliding his hand into yours. You looked at each other, both aware of that strange yet amazing feeling that went between you and him.

You grabbed the guitar, and Parker behind the drums. His friends immediately cheered. "Me again," you said on the mic. "But I got a friend this time and it's his first time here, so can you guys help me making Parker feel a bit more comfortable?" The entire bar cheered. You looked at him with a smile and winked. "You ready, P?" He nodded.

During the song, you kept looking behind you. You wanted, needed to see him play. His hair being all over the place, him being completely into it, his muscles showing off under his shirt. Whenever he looked up to you, even for a second, he smiled. He mouthed the lyrics with you.

You finished the song a cappella, not looking away from Parker.

'Lights will guide you home

And ignite your bones

And I will try to fix you'

For a second, neither of you heard the people clapping. You were just staring at each other, lost in something intense. Parker is the one who got back to reality first, standing up to meet you in the middle of the stage. You put the guitar down, stepped away, but before you could any further, he grabbed your arm, making you spin. "Can I hug you?" You nodded.

His arms wrapped around your neck, and yours were around his waist. You felt tiny and loved every second of it. Parker held you tight, his cheek against your head. "Thank you for this." He whispered. "You're incredible."

"So are you, P."

He grinned cause he almost believed you.

Parker went back to his friends, drinking a little more, while you helped your boys again. Your brother-in-law teased you any opportunity he had, while your brother let his eyes and smile talk. You knew he'd open his mouth in a quieter setting.

"You're not leaving this bar without her number, Park!"

"I don't think she's-"

"She is."

"I didn't even finish my sentence!"

"Doesn't matter. She's interested, she's into you, she wants you to ask her. Just fucking go!"

"She's young enough to be my daughter I'm sure." He hated saying those words.

Parker saw one of his friends standing up and walking over to you. He watched as you smiled, and blushed. But you walked away too quickly. "She's willing to give you her number if you ask her." His friend informed.

"Thanks for making me look like a teenager who's too afraid to approach a girl."

"Cause that's exactly what you are, right now."

He finished his other drink. At this point, he was on the verge of being pretty drunk. One more drink, and he'd go on stage again, and sing a love song for you. But until that, he got up and went to the right side of the bar again. You were cleaning some glasses, and talking with a man sitting at the counter. It took you a moment to notice Parker.

"Can I help you with something?" You asked.

"I'm sorry about Fish, he's- actually, I'm sorry about myself. I don't know what I'm doing here. I haven't dated in a while, and most definitely not a young and gorgeous thing like you- not that I'm asking you to date me- but- um- oh god." He growled, inaudibly cursed and dramatically dropped his head on his hands on the counter. Your heart completely melted.

You put one of your hands in the back of his neck, and felt his body react to that, but he didn't move. You lowered his head very close to his and started to say numbers. Very slowly, you repeated them. "If it's a fake number, I wouldn't blame you." He finally raised from his arms, still resting his elbows on the counter. You matched his position, your face being very close to his.

"Repeat it to me, Parker." He correctly did. "Good job." You gently kissed the corner of his mouth. His beard was going to give you face burns for sure, but you couldn't bring yourself to care one bit. One of his hands grabbed yours, and squeezed.

"A man walks into a bar..." He said, as the famous joke goes, "and meet the woman of his dreams." He brushed your nose with his index finger before kissing it. He saw your confused face, silently asking why the nose. "The first kiss with that woman cannot happen while he's drunk, in a crowded bar, with about a dozen of men wanting to kick his ass."

You looked around and saw a few heads immediately turning away, like they've been caught staring.

"Call me, Parker."

"When?"

"Whenever you want."

"I'm gonna go, before I forget what I just said and kiss you here and there."

You flattened your hand on his chest and gently pushed him away. You wanted a very special first kiss with him, and you knew he was going to make it perfect.

Parker and his friends were the last to leave. As it slowed down at the bar, Fish invited you to sit with them, and Parker - who was drinking water then - immediately grabbed a chair, setting it very close to his. A coke appeared in front of you, courtesy of your brother-in-law. "My poison." You told Parker, who couldn't take his eyes off you.

"I'll keep that in mind."

His friends started to bombard you with questions, where you're from, what you do for a living, are you single, what are your hobbies... You started to answer each, before Parker spoke up, "Guys, stop stealing my material. I want to discover her by myself."

"Gatekeeping her already? That didn't take long."

"I promise you, you won't have to deal with them much." Parker told you.

You giggled and saw your brothers staring from the counter. "Wish I could say the same about those two."

The conversation went on about several things, and at some point, you felt Parker's hand on your thigh. He looked shy, scared you were going to throw his hand away but he grinned like a happy boy when you covered his hand with yours and intertwined all ten fingers. Despite drinking water, he was still drunk and he was fighting to keep his eyes open. "Which one of you is the DD?" You asked.

"The Uber driver." Fish answered.

In the end, you drove them all back home. Four different stops, they each gave you some money for the gas, that you refused but Parker took it for you. He was basically sleeping on the passenger seat when you reached his address, that you luckily noted before leaving the bar. You looked at him for a moment, how peaceful and handsome he looked. You had no idea where this was going, but you couldn't wait to find out.

"Wake up, sleepyhead." You stroked his beard and hair, earning a noise that sounded like a purr from him.

"Where are we?" He asked, barely opening his eyes.

"Right in front your building. Ready to move?"

He turned his face to look at you. "Not ready to leave you."

You leaned over to him and kissed his cheek. "We'll meet again soon, I promise. You remember my number?"

"Saved it in my phone already. Let me check I got it right."

He took his phone out of his pocket, struggled for a bit to find your contact info and called. Your phone buzzed and his number appeared. "I'm not that drunk!" He lifted his fists in victory, making you laugh.

You saved his number too. "what's your last name?"

"Huh?"

"Your last name? To save you in my phone?"

"Oh. Parker."

"What, you're Parker Parker?"

You both looked at each other, puzzled. "I'm Alden Parker." He told you and you let out a very long "aaaah".

"Sorry for calling you Parker the entire night."

"You can call me anything you want, beautiful."

Even drunk and half asleep, he was still a flirt.

That night, you fell asleep thinking about Alden Parker.

And you woke up to a text from him.

Alden Parker: Good morning. Thank you for texting me last night to let me know you got home safely. I hope you slept well after that! I want to apologize if I made a fool of myself last night. I really hope I didn't make you uncomfortable at any point nor that you felt pressure by me and/or my stupid friends. I'd really love to see you again, but if it's not the case for you, you can say so and I'll let you be 😊 I wish you a lovely Sunday.

PS: Performing with you was incredible. Thank you very much for that!

Did this man know how adorable and loving he was?

You: Hello A L D E N. I think all of this should be discussed face to face, don't you agree? I have family lunch, but should be free after 4. Or another day, you tell me...

Alden Parker: Tell me when and where I need to pick you up.

Sunday lunch is a family tradition. Meeting around 11am at your parents house, having lunch, talking, playing board games. But usually, you show up dressed very casually, either leggins or sweatpants, sneakers, hoodies if it's cold. But that day, you showed up in a dress, making everyone suspicious. "Are you going somewhere later today, honey?" Your mom asked, as you were saying hello to your niece.

"You bet she is!" Your brother-in-law chimed in.

"You're going on a date with him, aren't you?" Your brother asked.

"Who? Did you meet someone? Do you two know him?" Your mom asked to the boys.

"You people are too noisy."

"I agree!" Your dad appeared and hugged you. "You do look beautiful. He's probably not good enough for you."

"Dad." No man would never good enough for you, according to your father. You only noticed your mother clearly interrogating your brothers. "Baby, go with pop, I need to teach your dads a lesson."

After a fight and a long argument, everyone agreed to stop talking about the night before and Alden. Your mother did get a description of him and was very pleased. No one commented on the obvious age difference, and you loved that about them. You were an adult, able to make your own decisions. All they cared about was you not being hurt in any way, by anyone. "You're finally gonna have an uncle." They made your niece clap her hands.

4:10pm, the spot you told Alden to pick you up. He was already parked when you arrived, leaning against his car. His face lit up when he saw you, he opened the backseat door to grab something. A sunflower. You hadn't reach him yet and your heart was already at his feet. "Hi," he offered you the flower. You looked at it, smelled it, looked at him and kissed his cheek.

"Hey,"

"From my own little oasis." He pointed at the sunflower.

"You grow sunflowers!?"

"I grow- many things." He helped you inside the car and the ride started with him telling you about his passion for plants. You didn't know a thing about it as it never peaked your interest, but you could listen to him talk for hours.

It was only when he parked that you realized you had no idea where he was taking you. "You can leave the sunflower on the dashboard, it'll enjoy the sun." You did so.

"What's the plan?" You asked.

"Well there are two plans. Plan A and plan B."

You laughed. "Okay, why would you need a plan B?"

"In case you ate too much at your parents and can't fathom the idea of eating more right now."

"Well, if you expect me to eat a whole meal, maybe we should go for B."

"But what about pastries?"

"As a sweet tooth, you got my interest."

"The woman of my dreams, proof four." He said as he got out of the car. You waited for him to open the passenger door for you, knowing it was the kind of thing he'd do.

"What are proofs one, two and three?" You asked, as you were walking hand in hand.

"You're gorgeous, you're a musician, you're a family person."

Why did it feel like you've known this man your entire life when you only met him the night before?

He let go of your hand to wrap his arm around your waist, bringing you closer to him. "Just because you're the woman of my dreams, doesn't mean I have to be the man of yours." He whispered in your ear. And he meant it.

"But what if you are?" You got even closer, wanting to feel all of him.

"Then I'm the luckiest bastard in the world." He kissed your hair.

Despite being born in DC, you'd never been to this place Alden took you. There was a selection of pastries that all looked good and appetizing, it was a nightmare to choose, so you trusted his suggestions. With a few pastries on the table, you and Alden shared. Switching from one to another, him feeding you with his own spoon every now and then. "You're feeding me more than you're eating." You smiled behind your napkin, hoping there was nothing around your mouth to not make a fool of yourself.

"I enjoy seeing you eat. I like the sounds you make." Alden blushed as soon as the words left his mouth.

"My turn." You grabbed a spoon of what seemed to be his personal favorite, and fed him. He let out a soft 'hmm'. "You made that sound on purpose, didn't you?"

"I would never." He defended himself with a grin saying otherwise.

You got to know each other more, discover about the other's life. You learned that he had been married for ten years, but that ended a while ago. You told him about your failed attempt at relationships, including that one particular, cause it was very serious until…

"If you don't want to tell me what happened, it's okay." He assured you.

"It's not- I want to tell you, I'm just afraid you're gonna rush into that window."

"At this point, you could be a criminal, and I wouldn't even do that."

"What a cop that you are." You laughed. "Okay. Um, I'm just going to say it. I was my brother's surrogate."

"You were?" He warmly smiled and you nodded. "That's- probably the biggest proof of love a sister can do for her sibling." You were taken aback by his comment. Your ex left you over it, and you never told anyone after that.

"You really think so?"

"Heck yeah. I mean, you carried this baby for nine months, delivered it and dealt with everything a pregnancy does. I've seen my sister struggling for months when she was pregnant. And you did that for your brother and his husband. I admire you for it."

You got rid of the tear threatening to fall before it did. Your family praised you for it, and they still did. Your parents, especially your mother, were impressed by what you did, but no one outside of them did. Alden grabbed your hand and softly stroked the back with his thumb. "You're even more amazing than I thought." He said before bringing your hand to his lips and kissing it.

"I'm glad you're still here. Thank you."

"Can I just have you one question?"

"No, I did not have sex with my brother nor his husband." You both laughed.

"I promise it wasn't my question. Wasn't it too hard after you- gave birth to her?"

"It was weird to be honest, but no. I knew it wasn't my baby. I was just the oven. Plus, she's in my life and I see her all the time."

"You make it hard for me not to kiss you right now."

You wanted that kiss. You were waiting for it. Several times, you were the one who almost gave in and grabbed Alden by the neck. But you were happy with your self control, because the wait was worth it.

After leaving that place, Alden showed you what plan B was. A walk through the botanic garden. You couldn't remember the last time you went there, probably when you were still in school. Who needs a guide in there when you have Alden Parker by your side, telling you everything he knows, showing up his favorite plants and flowers, while holding your hand or your waist. You took several pictures, including selfies with him. Eventually, he offered you to stop on a little bench, next to a magnificent exposure. "I'm usually not this fast into dating," he confessed. "At my age, I like to take my time, make sure it can work. And honestly, I really don't understand how you can be interested in me, but I know I can't let you slip away from me. Whatever you have to give me, however long it lasts, I have to- have you." He had leaned in as he was talking, and you decided to close the ridiculous gap separating his lips from yours. You kissed right there, on the bench, in the botanic garden. Many people were passing by, but it was like no one else existed, like the world had stopped.

"I'm very interested in you, Alden Parker. Even more now." You said, foreheads pressed together.

"I want to be a gentleman, take you home and take you out again another time but-" he kissed you again and you eagerly responded.

"Take me to your home or mine, I don't care, as long as we go together."

You couldn't let him slip away from you either.

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