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ynnova · 3 months ago

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( TWO SWANS IN LOVE. ) san x ninth member!f!reader ✶ poly!ateez

──── you and san go to the elle style awards together.

2024 ୨୧ word count : 2.2k ୨୧ warnings : san makes an innuendo ୨୧ mdni

"i'm nervous," san says from next to you. the two of you were on the way to the elle awards that you were both invited to. you turned to look at your boyfriend with a concerned look and you could immediately see how nervous he was.

"why, baby?" you put a hand on his thigh as you turn to face him more. you still had a ten minute car ride to the event, ten minutes to talk.

"because," he sighs out, hand coming to rest on top of yours, "this is our first official schedule together alone," he finishes, eyes coming up to meet your own.

"oh, sannie," you say, linking your fingers with his. you rest your head on his shoulder, mindful not to mess your hair, makeup, or san's coat up.

"plus," he starts, "you look too pretty. everyone is going to be looking at you, and i'm gonna have to fight them off."

"gosh," you say, lightly smacking his chest.

"but apart from that, i'm nervous because i want to do well for atiny, you and the others, my family. make everyone proud," he confesses and you feel your heart soften at how sincere san is. it just gives you another reminder about how large san's heart is.

"you've got such a pure heart, sannie," you say lifting your head up to look at your boyfriend who turns his head to look at you. you lean over to kiss his lips in a quick peck. when san tries to lean in for another one, you press your forefinger against his lips and you can't help but giggle at the pout that graces his lips.

"that was just for good luck," you say with a sly smile, "we can kiss more afterwards."

"what if i want to do more than kiss later?" he asks, whispering into your ear so your manager driving doesn't hear.

"i guess i can think about it," you whisper back, trying to hold back a giggle.

"hey, why did you two suddenly get quiet?" your manager asks from the driver seat. the two of you make eye contact from the rearview mirror and you can't help but laugh.

when the two of you arrived at the event, san got out of the car first before holding his hand out for you to take. you could already hear the crowd of people screaming and cameras clicking repeatedly as they took pictures of whoever was on the carpet now. you took san's hand and allowed him to help you out of the car.

"are you ready?" san asked, looking at you and holding his arm out, waiting for you to take it.

"yeah," you say, smiling at him and taking his arm before walking down the red carpet. the staff explained to you both that they wanted both individual pictures and couple pictures. you told san to go first and he nodded, squeezing your hand as he walked up to the marker and posed. the cameras flashing and you couldn't help but smile as you watched him.

then san looked over at you, making eye contact before he gestured for you to join him. you straightened your shoulders out a little before you walked over to him, smiling and waving to the cameras and fans as you did. you linked your arm with san's as you both smiled and posed for the cameras.

it felt odd only being here with just san, so used to being surrounded by him plus your other boyfriends. it still felt unreal to have been invited together to this event and getting to actually be together during this.

"should we make a heart?" san asks, looking over to you and you nod before holding one half of a heart up and san easily holding up the other. the two of you posed for a few more seconds before you heard san say, "i'll meet you at the end of the carpet okay?"

"okay," you say, feeling him leave your side as you naturally felt yourself pose for the cameras. you remember when you had first been exposed to the flashing cameras, still a young trainee at sm and had always been intimidated by the cameras. it took you a few years before you really got use to them, but every so often you would find yourself still getting blinded by them.

after a few more poses, you waved to everyone before walking off the carpet so the next person can take pictures. and like he said, san was waiting – smile on his face as he wrapped an arm around your waist and guided the two of you inside the building.

"they sat us at the same table," you said when you noticed the two of you had your name cards right next to each other.

"good, i would have been sad if i couldn't be with you through this," san said as you took his hand. you all still had a little time before the awards began, so the two of you spent this time to talk to the other celebrities that had been invited to the event.

all of them complimenting you and san, saying that you both looked great together among other things. it made your heart skip a beat whenever someone would say how the two of you looked perfect together.

"you two lovebirds are definitely the next it couple," one actress had said to you and you couldn't help but thank her. "how long have you two been dating now?"

"this is our fourth year together, so since 2020," you told her, in actuality you and san have been dating since 2019, but kq opted to tell the public since 2020.

"y/nnie," san call your name, coming up to you and the actress and resting his hand on your lower back. "we should go ahead and head to our seats now," he tells you and you nod before you both bid the actress goodbye. "they put some champagne out for the guest," he adds as he pulls your seat out for you to sit down.

"and the winner is... san of ateez!"

you couldn't help the smile that overtook your face when you heard your boyfriend's name get called. you clap along with everyone else as san stood up from his seat, bowing a few times before he makes his way up to the stage and accepting the award.

you felt your heart beat wildly as you watched san give his speech, almost tearing up a little bit when he chokes up a little bit when he mentions his grandfather. he wraps his speech up, thanking atiny before he's walking off stage.

when san returns to his seat, you immediately reach over and take his hand into yours. the two of you smile at each other before you mouth the words 'i love you' to him and he is quick to mouth it back.

"we will now be awarding 'artist of the year'," the first host said in their microphone.

the other host then spoke, "and the winner is... y/n of ateez!"

what? did they just call your name?

you stood up from your chair in order to make your way up on stage. you couldn't look anywhere but forward, nervous that you were going to trip and make a fool of yourself. thankfully you didn't, and you stood on stage accepting the award and flowers from the two hosts. you thanked them as they moved in order to let you speak.

"thank you to elle for awarding me this, i'm very honored. thank you to my members who i cherish the most along with our lovely atiny. i would also like to say thank you to kq and the staff who have all put their faith in me and allowed me to become a part of their company. my parents as well, thank you for supporting and loving me, i hope that i can continue to make you proud no matter what. atiny, thank you for allowing me to show you the many sides of myself and express all those sides, and i hope to continue to show even more sides of myself next year as well. thank you."

you bowed to the crowd before you walked off stage, event staff and your manager meeting you backstage and guiding you to your dressing room. once you got to your dressing room, you couldn't help but let out a few tears as you hugged your manager.

"gosh, don't cry, you deserved this award," she said as she rubbed your back soothingly. the other staff in the room quickly joined in on the hug as they all congratulated you. your make-up stylist fixed your make-up before you thanked them all and made your way back to your seat.

when your manager dropped you and san off at the dorms, you bid her goodbye before closing the car door. san was quick to tug on your hand, pulling you into the building and to the elevator. wrapping his arms around your waist, you smiled as draped your own arms around his neck as he leaned down to kiss you.

"you're going to spend the night with me tonight right?" he asks and you nod, playing with his hair as he kisses you again. "i'm so proud of you, baby," he says against your lips.

"i was going to say that," you pout a little bit making san laugh as you both get off the elevator once its on your floor.

"you still can, baby, i like it when you praise me," he whispers against your ear as he opens the door for you. the two of you laughed as you walked into the dorm. you just barely made it into the living room before your other boyfriends jumped out in surprise.

"congrats on your awards tonight!" wooyoung and yeosang say as yunho and mingi pull out some poppers and letting them go which makes streams of color fly through the air a little bit. jongho is holding a small cake as the two eldest members make their way over to you and san.

hongjoong comes over to you first, hugging you tightly. which you are quick to return, burying your face into his neck.

"i'm so proud of you, doll, more than you know," he says, kissing the crown of your head before also planting other kisses on your cheeks, nose, and final lips. you assume seonghwa does something similar to san before hongjoong and him and trading places.

seonghwa cups your face, looking at you with his usually sparkling eyes before he's pulling you into a hug. you hold onto his sweater probably a little too tightly, but you don't care at the moment.

"did i do a good job tonight, oppa?" you ask, voice soft and you find yourself slowly getting tired.

"of course, my angel, i'll never not be proud of you," he says and it makes your heart swell a little at his words. "you looked so beautiful as well, my little white swan."

"white swan?" you say, looking at him with a curious look. "where did that come from?"

"you haven't seen?" wooyoung chimes in, moving closer to where you are. "atiny have been calling you and sannie the 'black and white swan couple' because of your outfits," he explains, holding his phone up to show you tweets of some fans reacting to the award show.

"it's trending too!" mingi says as you all move to sit down in the living room. san pulling you into his lap as mingi shows you and him the trending hashtags.

#ATEEZBLACKANDWHITESWANCOUPLE #SANANDYN #SWANITCOUPLE

"wow," you say as you also notice pictures of you and san posing together on the red carpet.

"everyone has been talking about the two of you. atiny are going crazy," jongho says as he cuts into the small cake and hands you a piece.

"as they should," wooyoung says with a smile, "the two of them looked hot, no wonder atiny are jealous of you both!"

you spent the rest of the night, cuddled up to san and surrounded by your other boyfriends, eating cake and talking. you all would have the next few days off from schedules and would be taking the time to go see family and whatnot. you even planning to see jiwon-unnie and the other girls, so you were glad to spend this time now with your lovers.

you felt san press his lips right below your ear before he slowly trails them down your neck. "what are you doing sannie?" you ask him, linking your hands with his that rest around your waist.

"nothing, i just want to love my girlfriend right now," he says, making you laugh. you could tell that he was ready to go to bed soon, and honestly, you were right there with him.

"do you want to go to bed?" you ask, moving to look at his face. his tired eyes meeting yours and he nods as you brush some hair out of his face.

"okay, let's go to bed then," you say, standing up and telling your other boyfriends goodnight, giving them all a kiss. san does the same before following you down the hallway and into his bedroom.

eventually, the two of you are laying in his bed, facing each other and covers pulled up to your necks. san as you wrapped up in his arms, holding you close to him.

"goodnight, my love," you tell him and he smiles at you.

"goodnight, baby," he says before you both fall asleep.

note: sorry this was a little late after the awards! some life stuff happened and i was just now able to finish it. thanks for reading and don't forget to let me know what you think!

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 7 months ago

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Kalim, Vil: Pyrite, Prince, and Pauper

Wah 😭 I really love the initial art!! The water shimmering and making a rainbow… ✨ (Not used to seeing Kalim without his headscarf though, feels weird to see him bare!)

A Tale as Old as Time.

If Kalim had to pick one word to describe what he was looking at, it would be celebration.

It was both humble and extravagant at once—the city streets, the venue, livened up with flags, confetti, and fanfare. A large elephant fitted with a vest and hat towered over the gathered townsfolk. Seated upon him was a young man in a turban and glaringly white robes, an arm extended to the sky.

A grand party for the public, and all were invited. Children and adults, animals and humans, nobles and street rats.

Kalim broke out into a wide smile. “Wow, it looks like everyone’s having so much fun!”

“You never seem to tire from the idea,” Vil commented dryly.

The supermodel patiently tapped a manicured nail against his arm. “I suppose a host showing his best face to the public is far from undesirable. I’ve certainly been to my fair share of events where the host was less than that.”

“Gahahah! You’re famous, so it makes sense you’d be in high demand at parties. Jamil told me about that red carpet you walked a little while ago. I managed to catch some of it on TV!”

Kalim’s garnet eyes glinted with excitement.

“You were all sparkly and the crowd was so happy to see you! You’re like the prince in this painting, hyping everyone up.”

“My, thank you for your support.” Vil’s lip curled. “I’m sure you’re in high demand as well… albeit for different reasons than I. Many would love to have the attention of the Asim heir on them.”

The third year chuckled, a hand tucked under his chin. “It’s only natural for people to be attracted to that which shines.”

“Shines, huh…”

Kalim folded his arms, inclining his head to one side. His mouth pinched slightly, disrupting the arc of his smile.

“… Hey, Vil. Can I ask you something?”

“You need not request for my permission.” Vil waved a hand. “Continue.”

“Do you really think I shine? Like, on stage.” A pause, then he quickly added, “And you can be honest with me. Please… be honest with me.”

“What’s this now?” Vil planted his hands on his hips. “Certainly, you’re not ordinary by any means, but I’d hesitate to call you a refined gem. A one month boot camp isn’t enough to polish your singing and dancing skills to that of a pro—but you’re not talking about VDC, are you?”

“Ahahah… Looks like you caught me.” Kalim let his arms fall to his sides.

“You can’t fool this actor’s eyes,” Vil said simply. “So? What is it that you’re actually after? It’s not like you to talk in circles.”

“It’s nothing. I… A lot’s been on my mind since winter break. Too many things. When I think about it for too long, I start to wonder if I’m really what people say I am.”

You’re so talented, Kalim-sama.

So handsome.

So smart.

So kind.

The very best.

“Sometimes...” He tugged at his collar, watching how it sparkled and shifted as he maneuvered the fabric. “it feels like I'm all dressed up with nowhere to go. Or like my clothes don’t fit me right.”

The golden boy, the prince to make way for, the sun all looked to. They were the roles he wore, but suddenly they felt hollow.

Lies set adrift on an errant wind.

Dust of pyrite, fool’s gold.

Am I pretending to be something I’m not?

“… I’m not making a lot of sense, am I?” Kalim laughed softly, forcing a smile. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have made today feel sad.”

“On the contrary,” Vil tutted, “I understand all too well. All the makeup in the world, the nicest clothes, and the most skilled stylists cannot make a pauper become a prince. A pauper is a pauper, no matter how they present.

“However… a perfect little prince is not all that has value. I’ve played enough parts and been in enough productions to know. There are swash-buckling pirates, daring space heroes, dastardly villains, and, yes, even clever, honest street rats who find themselves in the public eye. Perhaps they did not start off as diamonds, but in the end they proved themselves to be diamonds in the rough.”

Vil lifted his chin—indignant.

“Regardless of how others perceive you or what ensemble you wear, you remain yourself. So long as you hold true to your own moral compass and principles, you shall always be someone who shi… Ough!!”

He could scarcely finish his sentence before he was tackled. Kalim was embracing him tightly, only pulling back when Vil muttered that he was creasing both of their suits.

“Thanks, Vil!! Talking with you made me feel so much better! You’re really not as bad as they say you are.”

Vil frowned. “I’m aware that I have my detractors, but you must learn to be more tactful with your choice of words.”

“Tactful, right! Got it! I can do that.”

Kalim released him and spun around, splaying his arms out. He pretended to present the painting with a flourish, looking back at Vil.

“Someday, maybe I’ll be as sparkly as he is here!”

So I can meet everyone’s expectations. Talented, handsome, smart, kind, better.

But no matter how I might change, I’m still me.

Still Kalim Al-Asim.

And that was something worth celebrating.

#twisted wonderland #twst #Kalim Al-Asim #Vil Schoenheit #Kalim birthday takeover #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #something no one asked for #spoilers #twst imagines #twst scenarios #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland scenarios

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onceuponaoneshotfanfic · 8 days ago

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I Keep These Longings Locked In Lowercase Inside A Vault

I'll Write Your Name Chapter 10

Roy Kent x Latina!Popstar!Reader

5.9k words

Warnings: Language, angst and pining, mentions of an almost-hookup, Roy is still an idiot

A/N: I know it's been a minute, thank you for your patience! I'm trying really hard to get back into good writing habits, especially because I miss all of you (and Roy!). I hope you enjoy!!

Roy swore the pounding was in his head. He wasn’t sure what kind of tequila he’d been taking shots of all night, but it sure wasn’t anything like he’d had at the clubs of London. It’d definitely done a number on him, based on the incessant banging that wouldn’t go away, no matter how tightly he squeezed his eyes shut. No, wait, it wasn’t incessant, and it wasn’t even that loud. In fact, it was almost… timid. Like someone knocking on a door in the early morning.

He opened his eyes. It sounded like knocking because someone was knocking.

“Come in,” Roy grumbled, propping himself up on his elbows.

When the door opened, a pair of tired eyes met his. She wore pyjamas that were familiar to him now, but instead of the smile he knew so well, she wore seriousness all over her pretty face. “Hey,” she said plainly. “I know we were supposed to stay a couple days but…” She leaned coolly in the doorway. “I’ve got some things I need to finish. For the tour-” She held Roy’s eyes firmly. “For the album. So, if it’s alright with you, we’ll head out as soon as you’re packed.” She pushed herself off the doorframe.

Something in Roy’s chest tightened as he took in her stony expression. “Yeah. Yeah, that’s fine.” He swung his legs over the side of the bed, suddenly embarrassed by the fact that he was only in his boxers. “Listen, I-”

“We’re fine, Roy.” Somehow, her tight smile was worse than the blank expression. “Seriously. We don’t need to talk about it.” She shrugged, not quite meeting his eye now. “We both drank way too much,” she chuckled hollowly, tucking some stray hair behind her ear. “And I think the alcohol made us forget that we’re pretending.” She nodded to him, that smile becoming her charming one, the one she wore at red carpet events and celebrity-filled parties. “We’re good, Kent,” she assured him.

“We’re good,” he echoed, wishing he could say something more, something to make everything better. “Alright, then.”

Good. Roy didn’t feel good while he packed his things back into his suitcase. No, he felt that pounding in his head and that tightness in his chest. He wanted to kick himself for listening to his drunken cock and ruining things between them. The evening- no, this whole ‘fake dating’ operation- had been going so well. The two of them had become real friends, close friends even. She had managed to become one of the most important people in Roy’s life in such a short period of time. He knew, deep inside, that even after all… this had ended, they would still be in each other’s lives. The press would go on about how refreshing it was to see exes remain so amicable, the way they did about him and Keeley. And he’d watch her move on to other men, to men she truly cared about, and he’d be happy for her as he listened to the beautiful love songs she wrote about them. And he’d move on too, wouldn’t he? And she’d be happy for him, right?

“Kent? You ready?”

Instead of answering, Roy blinked at the woman who stood in the doorway. Kent, she’d called him. In that same tone she’d used when they first met and weren’t friends. What happened to Roycito? And why the fuck did he care so damn much?

Her raised eyebrow reminded him that she’d asked a question. “Yeah,” he grumbled, grabbing his zipped up suitcase. “I’m ready.”

Once again, I sat on a plane with Roy Kent in complete silence while I wrote a song. Unlike our flight to L.A., this time we didn’t smile at each other or laugh or tease each other across the cabin. This time, something thick and heavy hung in the air between us as Roy read his book and I kept my head bent over the lyrics that flew out of my pen.

Maybe I should have asked Roy to talk about things. Maybe I should have let him explain. But, if I was being honest, I didn’t want to hear it. I didn’t want his awkward mumblings about how drunk he was and how he didn’t mean any of it. I didn’t need another rejection. And I definitely didn’t need him suggesting that we end this whole arrangement. Because that would probably mean an end of our friendship, which, somehow, felt even worse than the idea of being blatantly told Roy wasn’t interested in me romantically.

As I snuck a glance at him through my eyelashes, I made a decision: it was better to be friends with Roy Kent than be nothing at all. Even if it meant pining over him throughout my tour and having him be clueless about how every word of every love song was for him. Even if it meant having to watch him move on once the end of this fake relationship finally reared its ugly head. I wanted to have Roy in my life, no matter what. Even if it wasn’t the way I wanted.

It was strange. I’d had plenty of boyfriends and plenty of platonic guy friends. But nothing quite like what I had with Roy. Everything was just so easy with him. While I was definitely attracted to him and spent an embarrassing amount of time thinking about him, it wasn’t overwhelming the way it had been with other men. My feelings didn’t render me tongue-tied and unable to form a single coherent sentence; I was too comfortable with Roy for that. He set me so at ease and just felt like home.

And if I wanted to keep the home I’d found in this friendship, I needed to pretend like that’s all this was: friendship.

Feeling emboldened by my decision, I set my notebook down and crossed the cabin to plop down beside Roy. He looked up with raised eyebrows, as if he was waiting for me to break the silence. His eyes held that nervousness they’d carried all morning, tinged with what could be mistaken for a little bit of hope.

“Did you really bring the cowboy hat home?” I blurted out.

A surprised smile broke through that bearded face. “Fucking ’course I did,” he chuckled, shutting his book and laying it on his lap. “I looked damn good in it.”

I scoffed and rolled my eyes. “And which one of my brothers told you that? You know they were just messing with you, right?”

“Fuck off.” He nudged me with ease, as if we hadn’t tumbled into my bed together the night before. “I think I should wear it to all your shows this summer. I could start a trend. Instead of those little friendship bracelets, people can trade cowboy hats.”

Pretending my heart didn’t skip a beat with each little touch, I shoved him back. “How about no,” I snarked. “I doubt Keeley wants you trying to start any fashion trends anyway, Roycito.”

His face seemed to brighten when I called him the silly little nickname. “Fine, sunshine,” he chuckled. “No fucking cowboy hats.”

“Thank you.” With a friendly smile, I settled into the seat, allowing my shoulder to brush his and stay there. He picked his book back up and resumed reading, with the corners of his mouth tugging upwards now. Deciding I had not gotten enough sleep the night before, what with all the tossing and turning and writing I’d done after Roy left my bedroom, I closed my eyes and allowed myself to rest my head on Roy’s shoulder. I was torturing myself, I knew. I was setting myself up for a future heartbreak that would stay with me long after the public relationship ended.

But fuck, Roy’s shoulder felt so warm and comfortable, like I belonged there.

Yeah, I lied to myself as my nap began to claim me. Friends is enough for me.

Roy couldn’t help but feel weirdly important as he sat in the recording studio. Jamie looked downright thrilled to be sitting beside him, grinning like a complete moron, wearing an outfit Roy knew the striker had spent far too long putting together. Keeley, unsurprisingly, was cool as a cucumber on Jamie’s other side; still grinning, but definitely more at ease.

Jamie had all but begged for the chance to come with Roy to the recording studio, to see the artist herself at work. Although Roy had initially shrugged the striker’s requests off, figuring the popstar would want as few people as possible to know details about the album she hadn’t even announced yet, she had surprised him by not only saying yes but by also inviting Keeley to the session. She’d even greeted the model with a friendly hug and a kiss on the cheek, eliciting a pleased smile from Roy’s ex-girlfriend. Roy scolded himself for ever thinking the popstar was jealous of his ex; he scolded himself even more when he felt slightly disappointed about that.

He turned his focus to the recording booth, where those pretty eyes were focused on her notebook. He wondered what song she’d be recording today; some part of him was hoping it was that lake song she’d sung to him back in L.A., the one that made his chest fill with warmth. It his favorite song he’d heard from her- maybe his favorite song ever now- and he was dying to hear it again.

Instead, her producer hit play and filled the studio with a different song, one Roy hadn’t heard before.

Drownin' in the Blue Nile

He sent me "Downtown Lights"

I hadn't heard it in a while

The hair on the back of Roy’s neck stood straight. He kept trying to tell himself that that night had been a blur, but he remembered every detail, every single moment- including the song he’d hummed on her front porch. It must be the favorite song of some rockstar prick she’d dated before. Because she couldn’t be referencing Roy in a song- right?

What if he's written "mine" on my upper thigh only in my mind?

One slip and fallin' back into the hedge maze

Oh, what a way to die

I keep recalling things we never did

Messy top-lip kiss, how I long for our trysts

Without ever touchin' his skin

How can I be guilty as sin?

Her eyes locked on Roy’s, eyes sparkling with something he couldn’t quite identify. It sent chills down his spine. Her face was firm, determined, as if the two of them were having a serious conversation. For a moment, he forgot about Jamie and Keeley sitting beside him. Hell, he forgot how to fucking breathe as he absorbed every word she sang.

I keep these longings lockеd

In lowercase, inside a vault

Somеone told me, "There's no such thing as bad thoughts

Only your actions talk"

These fatal fantasies

Giving way to labored breath, takin' all of me

We've already done it in my head

If it's make-believe

Why does it feel like a vow we'll both uphold somehow?

While Roy scrambled to understand the meaning of the words she sang- in a voice he could only describe as sultry and longing- Jamie leaned over, nudging Roy pointedly.

“Oi,” the striker hissed, eyebrows scrunched in repugnance. “Is she singing about having a fucking wank to you?”

If Roy wasn’t already blushing, he sure as hell was now. “Fuck off,” he growled, elbowing Jamie. When he glanced around the footballer, he caught Keeley’s gaze. She narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously- oh fuck. Keeley knew something was up. Whether they were dating or just friends, Roy had a hard time hiding things from Keeley. He must have had guilt written all over his face based on the way she was looking at him.

Rather than face Keeley’s glare- the one so harsh it would surely drag a confession of his stupidity out of him- he turned his attention back to the recording booth. She smirked as she sang; putting on an act for Jamie and her producer, Roy reasoned. He shoved away all those thoughts of her bed in Los Angeles; they’d just gotten past it, he reminded himself. No reason to keep dredging that shit up.

They don't know how you've haunted me so stunningly

I choose you and me religiously

What if he's written "mine" on my upper thigh only in my mind?

One slip and fallin' back into the hedge maze

Oh, what a way to die

I keep recalling things we never did

Messy top-lip kiss, how I long for our trysts

Without ever touchin' his skin

How can I be guilty as sin?

He sent me "Downtown Lights"

I hadn't heard it in a while

Am I allowed to cry?

She closed her eyes, a look of sadness and peace crossing her face as her voice quieted. Roy felt something ache in his chest, an ache he squashed down as hard as he could. Something he’d been squashing down for a while now, actually.

He was still squashing that feeling when he was alone in his house that night, drinking a beer and reading a book. When the text alert went off, he expected his fake girlfriend, probably inviting him to another recording session, or maybe even a concert rehearsal this time; he’d jokingly asked for a sneak peek recently and had only received a teasing smirk in response. Maybe she was finally inviting him.

Instead, when he opened his messages, he found a text from Keeley:

What the fuck did you do?

A small groan slipped past my lips as I stretched on the floor of the studio where my rehearsals took place. I’d lost track of how many hours had just gone by, hours of dancing and jumping and strutting and singing. I glanced over my shoulder, at the dancers who were cooling down and chattering amongst themselves. They hollered my name and waved as they began to leave, reminding me for the millionth time how lucky I was to be touring with such an incredible and talented group of people.

“When do I finally get a preview?”

That gruff voice sent a shiver down my spine. I turned back around to see Roy standing over me, eyebrow quirked teasingly. He carefully sat down beside me, wincing when a small crack came from his knee. Another shiver rushed through my body when I saw his eyes rake down my bare legs before landing on my face again.

“No previews,” I reminded him, unable to help my grin as I looked at that hopeful face. “You get to see the show when everyone else does.” I shook my head. “Spoiled man, you hear a few new songs and think you get to see the whole damn show. Besides-” I gestured to the bare studio. “I want you to get the full effect, Roycito. The lights, the crowd, the costumes-”

“I bet Roy’s really looking forward to the costumes,” one of my dancers giggled as they passed by us.

My cheeks burned as I stuck out my tongue at her. “Good night,” I retorted before turning back to Roy. “The costumes are kind of amazing,” I admitted with a proud grin. “The designer I worked with is a genius.”

“You’re probably easy to design for,” Roy chuckled, shaking his head gently. “You look like a fucking Barbie doll or something.”

All I could do was blink at Roy and his compliment and his soft smile. A fucking Barbie doll. Was he really so damn clueless, I wondered. Every stupid thing that came out of that stupid mouth of his made this whole “friendship” thing harder than it needed to be. At least soon I’d be on tour, occupied and busy and distracted and working my ass off. Maybe that would help take my mind of the man who was still sitting there, smiling like everything was fine between us, as if we hadn’t almost-

Stop it, I scolded myself for the millionth time since we’d returned from L.A. Friends don’t keep thinking about the time they almost hooked up with each other- right?

“We should get going,” Roy finally said, nodding towards the door. “Sydney’s probably hungry.”

My idiot heart skipped a beat at Roy’s concern for my cat, who probably liked Roy even more than I pretended not to. “Yeah,” I sighed, standing up. “Let’s go, Kent.”

“Thanks,” Roy mumbled to the two beaming teenage girls who thrust friendship bracelets at him. He mindlessly slipped them onto his wrist, which was quickly becoming covered in the beaded gifts. At this rate, he’d lose circulation in his arm.

Still, he couldn’t help but smile back at the people, all dressed in sparkly outfits and wide smiles, who shrieked and waved when they saw him. He was no stranger to screaming fans, people absolutely thrilled at the mere sight of him, but this was…. different. First of all, he was usually fawned over by football fans, especially men who’d grown up watching him on the pitch. They chanted about him being here, there, every-fucking-where, asked him to sign kits and balls, praised him for Greyhound victories or chastised him for their losses.

These fans were excited to see him because he was…. Roy. The devoted boyfriend, the muse. It was utterly bizarre to see girls, not much older than Pheobe, shout his name and wave at him as though he was one of the teen idols that probably hung on their walls at home, as if he was still the hot young thing he’d been in his Chelsea days. What a strange new kind of fame, he thought as he, flanked again by Keeley and Jamie, entered the V.I.P. tent they’d be watching the concert from.

“Does that really say DADDY?” Jamie’s face was comically offended. “What the absolute fuck?”

Keeley grinned at Roy. “I think it’s cute how excited they are to see you,” she offered, nudging him playfully. “Word around the Twitterverse is that you’re quickly becoming her fanbase’s favorite boyfriend.”

Roy grunted and glanced down at his wrist; sure enough, he spotted the bracelet Jamie had been so offended by. “Don’t know why,” he grumbled. “I haven’t done shit.”

“Oh hush,” Keeley scolded. “You post lovely things about her, you showed up to her fundraiser and her niece’s birthday, you’re here accepting these cute little bracelets and smiling at her fans. Who doesn’t love a supportive boyfriend?”

Weird. Not too long ago, a comment like that would’ve had Roy’s heart skipping a beat, the idea that Keeley was reminded of what a good boyfriend he could be. But, not for the first time, he realized he wasn’t flustered or excited or anything when he looked at Keeley. She was just Keeley. Keeley, his ex, his friend, his publicist- who didn’t quite seem to believe his lies about nothing happening between him and the singer, but had still let him off the hook.

Maybe time really did heal all, he pondered as he waved stiffly at a beaming teenager who was filming him on their phone. Maybe, finally, after all this time, he was over Keeley Jones.

If that was the case, then why the hell was he still doing this fake relationship thing?

Before he could spend any time answering that question, the lights of Wembley Stadium went down, prompting the crowd to erupt into the most high-pitched shrieks Roy had ever heard in his life. Wild was the only word he could think of to describe the ear-shattering chaos. He tried to recall how loud the crowds were when he wore an England kit; were they this feral? Even if they were, that was for a team representing their nation; this was for one woman.

And before that woman appeared onstage, her voice filled the dark stadium, low and, once again, sultry. Roy’s heart skipped a beat when that familiar voice hit his ears, and he found himself fiddling with those damn friendship bracelets.

I was supposed to be sent away

But they forgot to come and get me

I was a functioning alcoholic

'Til nobody noticed my new aesthetic

All of this to say I hope you're okay

But you're the reason

And no one here's to blame

But what about your quiet treason?

She appeared, as if by fucking magic, on the now lit stage. Somehow, the crowd’s screams grew louder as she continued to sing, all glowing smiles in a sparkling bodysuit that left little to the imagination- not that Roy needed his imagination anymore.

Her movements were flowing and easy, reminding him of the way they’d danced together, with her hips swaying hypnotically. His face went warm with the memory of her body close to his at the quince, moving in sync, smiling and laughing together, exchanging light kisses for the benefit of her family.

Roy knew there were tons of cameras and eyes on him. Hell, Keeley and Jamie were both eyeing him; Jamie was smirking, teasing Roy with his raised eyebrows, and Keeley… well, Keeley looked as suspicious as she did that day in the recording studio, when they listened to Guilty As Sin…? and she interrogated him about the song’s meaning.

But he didn’t think about the eyes and cameras and the livestreams and the tweets and the TikToks, or even his friends beside him. He just watched her, amazed that one person could be so magnetic, so full of energy. She was fucking non-stop, singing and dancing and smiling and just sparkling. He couldn’t help his own grin as he watched, unconsciously bopping his head along to the familiar pop hits and tapping his fingers along the barrier in front of him. Somehow, in the crowd of thousands, her eyes met his more than once, prompting his smile to widen each time; in the back of his head, he noted that there would probably be some great photos and videos of those moments. Keeley and Lanie would be fucking thrilled. But those thoughts about publicity and gossip were buried deep behind his growing blush and racing heart.

His eyes never left the stage as he leaned towards Keeley. “D’you think you could get me and Pheebs tickets to tomorrow night’s show?” he asked over the music. “She’d lose her shit over all this.”

Keeley smirked as she studied Roy, more starstruck than she’d ever seen anyone in her life, even more than when she introduced Rebecca to Mel B at a charity event. She wanted nothing more than to ask him again about Los Angeles, about what had shifted between that had the charming singer serenading him with that song at the recording studio; but Keeley knew all she’d get were more growls and eyerolls.

So instead, she nudged him playfully. “Yeah, Roy. I think we could manage to get you tickets to your own girlfriend’s concert. Shouldn’t be too hard to arrange.”

The corners of Roy’s mouth ticked up at Keeley’s teasing tone, but, again, his gaze never left the singer.

Near what he knew was the end of the show, someone handed her a guitar and she approached a single microphone, looking, for the first time all night, a smidge nervous. But even that sudden shyness looked so lovely on her, charming and endearing. She smiled, a more timid smile now, and breathed deeply into the microphone.

“I hope you’ve all been having a great time tonight,” she said, laughter coloring her voice. The crowd went absolutely insane over the short sentence. “I love getting to share my music with you, getting to hear you all sing along and enjoy yourselves.” She strummed the guitar absently. “Would it be alright if I played something new for you guys?”

Fucking hell. If Roy thought the crowd couldn’t get any louder, he was proven dead wrong. Wembley was positively shaking with excitement and screams he felt sure could be heard well across the country. And there she stood, smiling as if this were the most normal thing in the world, as if her life wasn’t some fairy tale Roy couldn’t believe he got to see up close and personal.

It was an eternity before the crowd quieted enough for her to finally begin playing the tune that Roy was thrilled to recognize from those quiet afternoons by the lake, afternoons that felt like a distant dream now.

I'm like the water when your ship rolled in that night

Rough on the surface but you cut through like a knife

And if it was an open-shut case

I never would've known from that look on your face

Lost in your current like a priceless wine

The more that you say

The less I know

Wherever you stray

I follow

I'm begging for you to take my hand

Wreck my plans

That's my man

He had a stupid smile on his face. He knew it. But fuck, there was something so thrilling about seeing her finally share those songs with her fans. After watching her toil away, listening to her wake up in the middle of the night to pluck away at the piano, trying to sneak peeks at the words she scribbled down on napkins in the middle of dinner, Roy couldn’t believe he finally got to hear her debut a piece of the album he knew this crowd would love.

Life was a willow and it bent right to your wind

Head on the pillow, I could feel you sneaking in

As if you were a mythical thing

Like you were a trophy or a champion ring

And there was one prize I'd cheat to win

Roy’s apparently permanent blush deepened at the mention of trophies and champion rings, at the way her eyes locked on his with the words that were clearly supposed to be a reference to him and his job. He really shouldn’t be amazed at her ability to put on an act, he scolded himself. Yet over and over again he let himself marvel in her ability to wear those smiles on her lips, to paint a sparkle in her eye and a blush on her cheeks, to act like there was something special about him, something as magnetic and magical as her.

“This is amazing!” Keeley chirped in Roy’s ear, grooving along to the mystical tune. “Really beautiful!”

“Yeah,” Roy huffed, shaking his head, eyes never leaving the stage. “She really is.”

Keeley pursed her lips and raised a cool eyebrow but didn’t utter another word. In fact, no one said another word to Roy for the rest of the song; he was clearly under some sort of spell, one cast by a guitar and a pretty voice. At the end of the song, he added his own claps and cheers, pride beaming from his face as he locked eyes with the singer.

She returned the guitar to a waiting stagehand and took the microphone in her hand. “I’m so glad you all liked it,” she giggled, awe on her pretty face. “How’s about another one?”

How the fuck did the crowd manage to get even louder? Roy pondered as his eyes scanned the faces of the crowd, mostly women, screaming and cheering and smiling and crying. It was like nothing he’d ever seen in his life. He snapped back to attention as a bouncy pop tune filled the stadium, lights shining on the popstar striking a confident pose that complemented the bright little skirt and top she’d changed into a couple songs ago.

Nice to meet you, where you been?

I could show you incredible things

Magic, madness, heaven, sin

Saw you there and I thought

"Oh, my God, look at that face

You look like my next mistake

Love's a game, wanna play?"

Roy couldn’t help but chuckle at the exaggerated expressions she made as she sang, as if showing that she was in on some joke. He’d heard bits and pieces of this song but, like many of the other tracks she’d been working on, she’d refused to allow Roy a peek at the finished product. Part of him wanted to be annoyed with her for keeping him in the dark, but now, seeing it performed live in front of a packed stadium, he couldn’t complain too much.

So it's gonna be forever

Or it's gonna go down in flames

You can tell me when it's over

If the high was worth the pain

Got a long list of ex-lovers

They'll tell you I'm insane

'Cause you know I love the players

And you love the game

Oh fuck, did she really just point at him as she sang about players and games? It was so damn cute and flirty and fucking charming; it drove the whole stadium bonkers. Jamie threw an arm around Roy, laughing in the manager’s ear in a way that would normally have Roy threatening to throw punches. But, with all those smiling teenagers watching him and giggling to each other, he couldn’t help simply shaking his head and smirking, in absolute awe of the power a single woman could have over thousands of people.

The song was incredible. Pop perfection, one might say. It was clever and cute and, well, fucking fun. And she twirled around the stage, flanked by dancers Roy recognized from the times he picked her up from rehearsals, hoping for a sneak peek of the show he had to admit was pure spectacle. She was a spectacle, in the best possible way.

“Thank you!” she called out, miraculously not as out of breath as Roy felt. “That is Blank Space, and it is the first single from my new album, Calamitous Love!”

Roy was going to go deaf. How was he supposed to handle more of these shows, with all the screaming and cheering and hollering? But when he saw her, beaming with the album cover- with the Scrabble letters spelling out the title and the little details he knew he’d have to dissect later- on the screen behind her, laughing at the reaction from her fans, Roy couldn’t help but ponder if going deaf would be completely worth it.

Roy felt oddly proud of himself as he recognized the next couple of songs, mentally thanking Phoebe for all the exposure she’d given him and pretending that he hadn’t been listening to these songs in the car by himself these days. He knew the show was coming to an end, and some little part of him was genuinely… disappointed. But he didn’t focus on that, not when she was positively glowing as she sang, her expression sparkling as she gestured in his direction.

He's so tall and handsome as hell

He's so bad, but he does it so well

I can see the end as it begins

My one condition is

Someone prodded Roy’s shoulder. Turning around sharply, realizing how tense his shoulders had been as he watched the popstar, Roy blinked in surprise at the sight of April looking up at him expectantly.

“Come on, Kent,” the assistant said simply. She offered Jamie a small smile before returning her eyes to Roy. “Let’s go.”

A deep frown settled on Roy’s face, his thick eyebrows all scrunched. “But…” He shook his head. “The concert,” he said dumbly. “It’s not over.”

Something in April’s face softened as she gestured towards the exit of the VIP tent. “She’s going to come out this way,” she explained slowly. She leaned close to Roy, speaking so only he could hear. “Lanie and Keeley were thinking it’d be cute if you were there when she gets offstage. A little hug and kiss kind of thing, you know.”

Without even a glance at Keeley, Roy nodded numbly. “Right, right,” he mumbled. A little hug and kiss kind of thing. Fuck, they hadn’t kissed since…

Nope. Stop it Roy, he scolded himself. Nothing happened.

April turned on her heel and led a still thunderstruck Roy out of the VIP tent. He couldn’t quite help the way he kept glancing back over his shoulder, trying to catch one final glimpse of the popstar singing about being seen in someone’s wildest dreams. He’d heard the song so many times on the radio but now, seeing her up on stage, looking like a fucking princess, he felt like he was hearing it for the first time.

It felt like an eternity before he finally could see her again, from the half-hidden spot April had led him to so they could wait for the end of the show. Her eyes found his as the music slowed, her voice deep and almost quiet.

Say you'll remember me

Standing in a nice dress

Staring at the sunset, babe

Red lips and rosy cheeks

Say you'll see me again

Even if it's just pretend

The lights went out as the stadium exploded into cheers and screams, the vibrations pulsing through Roy’s body as he stood still, hands behind his back so he wouldn’t fidget with his fingers so damn much. The popstar had disappeared from the stage, where Roy’s eyes were still locked, desperate as her fans to see her back up there.

Instead, he realized she was strutting towards him, flanked by her dancers, who were just as sweaty and breathless as she was. The fluffy skirt she’d been wearing onstage was gone, revealing one of those little bodysuits that hugged her beautifully. The moment their eyes locked, she broke both into a smile and a run, launching herself into his arms the way she had when the Greyhounds had been named champions.

Roy opened his arms for her automatically, chuckling into her frizzy hair and giving her a squeeze. He ignored the fact that fans were shouting their names and taking photos and videos of their embrace; he just wanted to hold her tight, to let his hug tell her how incredibly proud and impressed he was after watching her put on an impossibly incredible show.

She was the first one to pull back, laughter in her eyes as she gazed up at him. “Sorry,” she exhaled, still holding onto Roy’s arms. “I know I’m all sweaty.”

Her flushed cheeks and breathless chuckles had something short-circuiting in Roy’s still cloudy brain. “That’s alright,” he blurted out. “I like it.” Her wrinkled nose and small smirk brought Roy back to earth. “I mean, I’m used to it,” he clarified, shaking his head. “Because of football.”

“Sure, Roycito,” she laughed, releasing him and nudging him back towards the way he’d come.

Remembering April’s words- a little hug and kiss kind of thing- Roy paused and grabbed her hip. She quirked an eyebrow at him, wordlessly asking what he was up to. He pulled her to himself and cupped her face with his free hand, tilting it to his. Their lips attached effortlessly, as though no time or awkwardness had passed since that night in her bedroom. She tasted familiar, light and delightful, and she melted against him with ease. For a moment, Roy forgot where he was, content to just have her in his arms, feeling, for the first time in what seemed to be ages, that everything was alright between them.

He let her end the kiss, her eyes sparkling in that way he’d been missing. All she did was chuckle and shake her head at him, as if assuring him that she, too, was happy they were back on track.

Instinctively, Roy reached down and intertwined their fingers, giving her hand a small squeeze as they disappeared from the shouts and cameras of the crowd.

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littlemissmentallyunstable · 5 months ago

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yeah can I request another one

thanks for your request!! sorry it took me so long to complete, there’s been a bit of a list as of late. here is another jameson x actress reader fic, hope you enjoy 🤍🤍

title: cheers rich boy

pairing: jameson hawthorne x reader

synopsis: you are an actress attending an event when a certain Hawthorne catches you off guard

warnings:

a/n: hope you enjoy reading 🤍🤍 apologies it took me AGES

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Your bodyguard opens the door of your limo and you step out onto a blood red velvet carpet. The startling flashes of cameras are nothing to you now, paparazzi have become a common occurrence that you’ve gotten used to. You tentatively take your bodyguard’s extended arm, barely gripping it as the flashes increase. You smile, posing for a few shots, ignoring the thousands of questions being screamed at you.

“Are you dating anyone?”

“How much were you paid on your latest movie?”

“Are you pregnant?”

“I think I’m in love with you!”

“How many men have you slept with?”

“You look gorgeous!”

“Look over here! My camera!”

“I WANT TO HAVE YOUR BABIES!!”

You fight the urge to roll your eyes at that last request. You follow your bodyguard into the large oak doors, with some sort of elaborate gold leaf design decorating them. He let your arm go and gave you a nod, as he skulked away. This is just another function for the rich and famous, nothing too special. You were used to them by now. They came easily and never made much of a memory. You had to show up, smile, make small talk, then leave. Simple.

Gracefully you walk through the doors, your navy blue gown trailing behind you a little. Ripples of silky fabric looking like a midnight waterfall, long and entrancing. Your head is held high, radiating the confidence you’d earned from years in this field. Now it was like second nature. Heads turned, eyes widened and fixated on you, smiles were shot in your direction. You are used to turning heads when you enter a room.

You acknowledge the ones you feel necessary and make your way to an area that looks the most isolated from the people. A few women you vaguely recognised approach you, taking your out of your princess moment.

“Your performance in ‘the high of love’ was simply exquisite,” one says, clutching to her heart.

You try not to cringe thinking about how you could never watch that movie back without critiquing your every move.

“Yes and in ‘opposites attract’,” another adds, “that was phenomenal!”

That one was even worse, you’d starred in that when you were only seventeen and quite new in the business.

“Thank you ladies, it’s so kind of you to say,” you smile, “I do try to give a good performance and I’m glad you enjoyed.”

They both give a polite nod and you take that as your chance to get away. Small talk had never really been your forte, much less small talk with the rich and famous, who usually weren’t the most interesting people to hold conversation with.

You make your way towards a casual champagne tower is perched in the centre of the large room and take a second to breathe in the surroundings. The room feels like a ballroom. Large glass windows that display the setting sun that splashes the sky in oranges, pinks and yellows. A million dollar chandelier hung in the centre, made up on expensive crystals and diamond-encrusted metal swirls.

You plan to stay as long as it take to get to the first speech and then sneak out the back when nobody was looking, it made it easier to avoid paparazzi then as well. Two birds, one stone. You spot a reasonably lonely area near a cabinet that was no doubt filled with precious and highly pricey antiques. But as you make your way over someone catches your eye.

People don’t catch your eye. Ever. But a mysterious man in a suit has. He’s gorgeous and probably dirt rich seen as he’s wearing an Armani suit, a deep ebony colour, that contrasted well with his eyes. His hair was dark, luscious and a little unruly but somehow he made it work. You couldn’t look away.

Why? That was what was bothering you the very much. Why on earth was some man at this function catch your eye and then further still play on your mind? It’s unlike you. You weren’t there type to sit around gawking at boys at events, you were headstrong, independent and didn’t need a man.

Mid thought, you look up just as he does. Harsh eye contact ensues. The green is like some sort of hypnosis that made you feel like a marionette. So alluring, so compelling. The connection so strong it felt unbreakable. Except it wasn’t. He looks away, unbothered. A feeling stirs in your stomach, an ignited spark of undignified annoyance. People don’t do that to you. They don’t turn their back unbothered, at least not your face. You have a reputation. People stopped and stared, people begged for your photograph, people cared. What was his deal?

You attempt to work out who he was. He was obviously famous or dating someone famous, which strangely you hoped he wasn’t, or he wouldn’t have been invited. You oddly recognise the parts of his face. The sharp jawline, angled nose, bold green eyes. But where from?

You were curious. Too curious.

Subtly you make your way towards the bar, close to the corner he is standing in. You hate yourself for secretly hoping he’ll notice and make his way over. You turn around to give him a second glance. Did he have to be so beautiful?

He makes eye contact and your heart suddenly picks up its pace, irritating you. You shouldn’t care this much that your body isn’t control of itself. You look him up and down and turn away. You could swear you’d seen a flicker of a smile of his face as your turned but it was too quick to be sure.

“One martini please,” you order with your polite smile plastered on your face.

“Make that two.”

You raise an eyebrow as the mystery man appears by your side. So you had gotten his attention.

“They’re on me,” he offers.

“I don’t need you to pay for me,” you tell him bluntly.

“Believe me I know that,” he smirks, “think of it as a gesture.”

“What kind of gesture?” you say, narrowing your eyes.

“One of honourable intention,” he assures you.

After a few moments of silent pondering you silently nod in agreement as the bartender rushes off. You can feel the man’s eyes pinned to you, but you don’t want to give into the temptation of looking back.

“Nice party,” he comments.

You cave and look back towards him, “quite,” you agree

“Are you here with anyone?” he asks.

“I don’t need anyone,” you reply sharply, more defensive than yours intended to come a cross.

“I’m sure you don’t,” he says the smile in his voice as well as on his face, he’s amused, “I’m here with my brother but I seem to have lost him.”

“Don’t you want to go and find him?” I wonder aloud.

“He’ll find his own way, he’s very resilient like that,” he explains.

The bartender comes back with the martinis at that moment and the man pays. Oddly you find yourself letting him. It’s nice being taken care of every once in a while. He slides a glass towards you, as you notice how the lighting made his green eyes a little bolder, fiercer.

“Enjoy moviestar,” he nods, a lopsided grin on his face.

“Cheers rich boy,” you say, with a whisper of a smile.

You take a swig from the glass. The refreshing burst of lemon hitting you before the strong gin sends the warmth into your chest.

He glances at you slightly, “I’m Jameson.”

“Jameson…” you prompt.

“Hawthorne,” he clarifies.

Hawthorne. Of course. It all made sense now. His sleek demeanour, his wicked smile, his addictive eyes. You remain neutral faced, not portraying what you thought for him to analyse. Hawthornes tended to do that.

“I’m-“

“I know exactly who you are,” he smiles, “how could anyone not with those eyes?”

A fluttery feeling invades your stomach, an unwanted guest in your body. You didn’t feel like this over people, especially not a man.

“My eyes?” you ask stupidly, as if in some sort of concussion-provoked daze.

“They’re breathtaking,” he compliments.

Red flushes through your cheeks and your face heats up, despite you not wanting it to. You try and ignore the compliment and not get so flustered by two words said by a sexy man in a suit.

“Then why did you look away from them so quickly earlier?” you challenge.

“Oh easy,” Jameson smirks with a shrug, “mind games.”

“Mind games?”

He nods, a wide smile on his face with a sparkling eyes, that send a twinge of annoyance down your spine.

“I don’t appreciate being toyed with,” you say in a disapproving tone.

“But I got your attention didn’t I?” he replies.

You feel like your tongue has been cut out as words don’t seem to remember how to form words.

“Would you have approached me otherwise?” he asks with a smirk.

“That doesn’t matter,” you say sharply, lying to myself as well as Jameson.

He quirks a brow, “doesn’t it?”

Yet again you find yourself scrambling for words like an incompetent idiot. Being at a loss for words was such an unfamiliarity it felt foreign. Why did he have this effect on you?

“So how about we get out of here?” he suggests, with a wink which I can only interpret as flirty.

You look at him, “just leave?”

“What? You’ve never pulled a runner on one of these tireless events?” Jameson chuckles, taking another sip of his martini.

“Of course I have,” you roll my eyes, “the bathroom window is my go to.”

It was true. The easiest way to slip away from these things unnoticed were bathroom windows, no one sees you leaving.

“Excellent so you already have the skill,” he replies, flashing me a grin, “what do you say we put it to the test?”

You pause for a few beats and then make the impulsive decision.

“Where were you thinking to go?” you ask, an eyebrow raised sceptically.

“Come with me and you’ll find out,” he smiles, face millimetres from mine.

You glance around, looking over your shoulder. No one was watching. It couldn’t hurt.

“You’re on Hawthorne,” you murmur, taking his hand.

a/n: if you haven’t read it already, there is another jameson x actress reader fic called starstruck and similarly a grayson x singer reader fic called paparazzi

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avenging-fandoms · 2 years ago

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slow makeouts with pedro after a big event🫣winding down after all that socializing maybe the reader and pedro just had a movie coming out with the two of them and people are loosing their minds about it asking if they’re together

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Pedro Pascal Masterlist 2

You stood on the red carpet for your new movie and posed for the cameras. You moved down the carpet and saw an interviewer, greeting her hello and making small talk.

"So, I don't know how often you look on Twitter, but everyone seems to think that you and Pedro are a thing after watching this movie"

"Really? I guess that means we're just really good actors, right?" You wink and you both laugh. "I just play his girlfriend, Pedro and I get along very well. I think that's why people think we're together"

Thankfully the interviewer didn't ask anymore questions like that and you soon left, hearing a faint whistle. You turn around and smile, Pedro speed walking over to you and squeezing you tightly.

"You look gorgeous, mí amor. I wish we could go home now" He whispered and you laugh, rubbing his back and you two took pictures on the carpet together.

Pedro wasn't one for flaunting his relationship. He liked to keep it to himself so no one's opinions were coming at him or his partner. He got asked many questions about you and he just gushed about you, which added more fire to the flame of dating speculations.

You made it off the carpet, heading inside and beelining for the bar. You order a drink and wave hello to a few people. "You made it off the carpet, heading inside and beelining for the bar. You order a drink and wave hello to a few people. "I just cannot keep my eyes off of you. I find you in every single crowded room" Pedro's hand held your waist and you smile, giving him a proper hug.

"You look so wonderful in pink, honey" You eye him up and down and rub his bicep with your straw between your lips. "Would probably look better on our bedroom floor"

"Cool it, princesa. We're in public" you smile and Pedro returns one, rubbing your back. "Although it's very hard to not just take a bite of you right now" his voice was low, and his eyes were melting you away.

"Figuratively or literally?" You smirk and he laughs, biting your arm. "Ouch, Pey" you pout and rub over the area, Pedro laughing at the faint teeth marks. Pedro's love language was physical touch - and biting.

You two head into the theatre and everyone claps as the cast stood on the stage, a microphone being passed to everyone. "I would just like to start off, if that's okay" Pedro spoke and you look at him, nothing but love in your eyes. "I just wanted to say I am eternally grateful to have worked with such amazing people who became.. so special to me" His eyes met yours.

Suddenly it was just him in the room, and your eyes never left his face. He finished his speech and you clap with everyone else, letting other people get a chance to speak. It got to your turn and you took a deep breath. Even as an actor who had to speak in front of cameras, you still got very nervous on a microphone.

Pedro noticed you holding your stomach and placed a hand on your back, rubbing his thumb over your exposed skin and you smiled. "This cast.. this crew. You all have become my family, people who want love me no matter my faults or blooper reels" the room laughed and Pedro dropped his hand, standing a bit closer to you. "I'm grateful to be here, and I'm so thankful for everyone who helped bring this film to life"

You pass the microphone to the host and everyone claps and stands up, Pedro taking your hand and holding it up, the both of you looking at each other. You take his other hand and you both pretend to scream, making each other double over in laughter.

You were exhausted. Interviewers and even other actors asking about you and Pedro. Dancing with everyone, drinking and screaming in celebration. Now, you wanted to go home and lay in bed.

You got into the car first, closing the door and the driver did a circle around the building and you scooted to the far side of the car, the door opening again and in came Pedro. He waved and shut the door quickly, giggling at you hiding in the corner and the driver rolled up the partition.

"Windows are tinted, hermosa. Get over here" You smile and crawl over to Pedro, hand on his thigh with his finger under your chin as you kiss him slowly. "I've been wanting this all night, I've missed you"

"Yeah but don't forget you sneakily putting your hand on my thigh during that whole movie" Your fingers played with the curls on the back of his head.

"Can't help touching you" he shrugged and smiled, kissing you again with his fingers wrapping around the back of your neck and drinking in every bit of you.

Pedro held your hand as you two walked inside your condo, a small number of cardboard boxes still scattered around the place as you and Pedro had just moved in almost 2 months ago. You both were crazy busy for weeks, but your cat, Cheese, didn't seem to mind all the boxes.

"Oh, look at this baby" Pedro laid softly next to the tabby cat and he chirped, pushing his head against Pedro's nose as he scratched behind his ear.

You laid on the other side of Cheese, running a hand down his back and kissing his head. "Don't worry, mommy and daddy aren't busy for another month so we're gonna make it up to you" You pitched your voice up and Pedro stared, taking a picture as you kissed your cat.

You followed the 2 year old to his dish, Pedro's eyes heavy as he sat up. You gave Cheese some food and squatted next to him, petting his back while he purred and chomped away.

You head back into the room where Pedro took off his belt and your hazy eyes watch every move of his fingers.

"Can you unzip me, Pedro?" He hums and you turn around. He pushes your hair over your shoulder, unzipping slowly until he reaches the bottom. His lips drag against your shoulder blades, making you stand up straight and lean into him.

Your dress falls as you both sway softly, his arm over your chest with your eyes closed. He kissed your jaw and you stood up, hanging up your dress and taking off your bra and underwear. You slid on Pedro's Purple Rain t-shirt and a pair of pajama shorts, looking at Pedro who stood in front of the mirror with his shirt unbuttoned and tie loose around his shoulders.

If you weren't so tired, you would jump him right then and there. You head to the bathroom and took out all your clips and bobby pins, putting your hair up. You wash your face of your makeup and grab your toothbrush, Pedro tapping your butt as he walked passed you in his pajamas.

He also grabbed his toothbrush, giving you and himself some toothpaste. You both brush your teeth in silence and you lean against him, closing your eyes. He rubs your back as you spit out your toothpaste, then he does as well. You rinse out your mouths and head into bed.

Pedro turns off the light and you turn on your lamp. Pedro lays on his side with his back towards you and you gasp softly. You bite his shoulder and he yelps, turning over and tapping your forehead. "That hurt!"

"Payback" You giggle and he sighs, rubbing his hand over your cheeks a few times before resting it and rubbing his thumb over your cheekbone. He pulls you in and kisses you softly, pulling away and pushing his nose up against yours.

"How many questions about us did you get?" You whisper and he rolls his eyes. "Every interviewer I met with asked about you and I for almost the whole interview"

"As much as I love to talk about you, I wish they would stop asking. This is why we don't want to go public for a while. Could you imagine if we confirmed it?" He mumbled, kissing you between words. "They would be up our asses even more"

"I like being your secret" you wink and his hand smooths over your hips, pulling you in as he kissed your neck. He hums as his hand falls underneath your shirt, rubbing your back slowly as your leg traps his hip.

Your fingers grip his hair as you kiss him slowly, his bicep flexing against your rib cage. He hums softly as he breathes out when you adjust your hips.

“You are a dream” he whispers and pushes his fingers into your back and dragging down your spine, making you arch your back. Pedro kissed your chest as you tilted your head back.

Your hand falls down his chest, over his ribs while pushing your foot to his. You place your head on his bicep and closed your eyes as he kissed your face softly.

“I love you, sweetheart” he mumbles into your hair and you smile, planting a kiss to his chest.

“I love you, Pedrito”

Pedro huffed as Cheese jumped on his side and you laugh, but not too hard so you scared Cheese.

You all settled into bed, your back against Pedro’s front with his arm underneath the pillow you laid on. Cheese laid against your stomach as your arm draped over him and rested your hand in Pedro’s palm.

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r3starttt · 1 year ago

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Rockstar abby/elliein, in interview!!

"Is your girlfriend dating you because the fame and the money?"

The reader was there even before the fame!

Even asking is offensive! How can someone think that of her girlfriend?!

And reader is in their apartment watching the interview on TV concerd because she's scared ellie/Abby would think that's true

Take your time and take care 🫶

English isn't my first language, I'm sorry for any mistakes

HIGH SCHOOL SWEETHEARTS

Rockstar gf! Ellie in an interview

You’ve met Ellie in high school. She was shy, had her small group of friends and was amazingly smart at science, physics and math, subjects that you sucked at. You’ve always catch her staring at you but whenever you two talked she would act so awkward. You always noticed how her cheeks turned slightly red whenever you were together, how she would toy with her fingers and how her legs would move up and down if she was sitting, making her converse tap on the floor extremely loud. And you also noticed how much effort she added to try and hide it, but she couldn’t.

You were the one to take most first steps on everything, staring with asking for her Instagram thinking you could start to know her more but it failed because her account was empty so you couldn’t get to know anything at all.

Then you proceeded to ask for help at physics, because that was her best subject, which was actually a win because after that you became closer, friends, or so she thought.

You’d had plenty of dates with her after that one class, but it wasn’t until you mentioned the word out loud that Ellie finally understood what was going on, and god she felt so stupid.

When she finally invited you over to her house one of the first things she did was playing guitar to you, to which you asked her if she could sing too, and she did. And when that happened you just couldn’t believe you’ve got such a hot talented smart girlfriend. That’s when you told her she should take advantage of that talent and the idea of making a band wouldn’t disappear from Ellie’s mind.

And that’s how it all started, Dina and Jesse being convinced by ellie to make a band, but not really convinced, they only agreed because how the fuck would a band like this ever work and how would it became famous? it was just for the experience and the fun and to not let her friend die alone.

So they performed for the first time ever at a bar, you’ve asked Ellie to make a cover of bad idea, yeah, from girl in red, and so she did. And for everyone’s surprise (yeah, including you) it worked more than perfectly. By starters, people did pay attention to them, that’s a win right? then people recorded them and asked for any social media to support them and you, from the public’s view, couldn’t be more happier because your girlfriend’s little dream might come true.

Thankfully you were right, they went viral and got a lot of followers real quickly. And so they kept on performing, until they started to make their own music and that just lead them to more fame.

Sooner that you could ever imagine they were already having small concerts, opening shows for bigger artists, being invited to red carpets and big events, appearing on magazines, having photoshoots and of course, being invited to podcast and having interviews as well.

For starters, fans and public in general wasn’t mean to you. When Ellie started to get the girls attention she quickly made sure everyone knew about you. She’d post you on both her own and the bands social media, she’d make you appear on lives, she’d make you go on stage as well. Everything to make sure that you and everyone else knew more than well that you were her girlfriend and she loved you a lot.

There’s the fan girls that hate you a bit and always insist that you’re only there for fame and money, the ones that would do anything to convince Ellie on breaking up with you just because they think they’ll have a chance with her if that ever happens. But after those comments became repetitive you learned to ignore them.

However today you weren’t so sure about it. The band had been invited to a live podcast that was super viral because of the influencers behind it and the type of questions they asked to their guests, as well as a small section at the end where the artists invited would have to read fan comments. They’d make them answer all, and of course they were all the polemic ones. And you knew you will eventually get involved in those comments.

You decided to stay at your shared apartment, you weren’t sure if you were gonna be able to handle the comments. So now you were just laying on bed with your phone on your hands anxiously watching the podcast.

So far everything was good, they’d given some context about themselves and how the band was created. They’ve been talking about how they meet and how it was all the process of becoming famous, and how was fame for them.

That was until they were told about the comments. Honestly at this point you’re way to focused on how fun everything was and how hot Ellie looks to feel anxious, but it does freak you out to see what type of questions they might get, no only Ellie but the whole band, you’re very aware of how annoying and disrespectful people can be.

Most comments are about how hot the three of them are, about how hot Ellie’s tattoo is, the typical fan girl comments that make the whole band laugh and make fun of it. Then there’s also hate comments and that unfortunately where you appear the most. One of the influencers grabs their phone and reads out loud “I bet Ellie’s girlfriend is only there for the fame and the money, she must get a lot from being so close to Dina and Jesse as well. Fucking good luck she has” then he proceeds to say excitedly how many likes the comment has, you hated them and hated this because even though you weren’t there you felt humiliated.

And as much as you try to ignore the whole situation you can’t help but feel like shit, you freaked out because if that comment had so many support that meant there’s a lot of people that thinks that and what assures you neither Ellie, Dina or Jesse have ever thought about it?

The three of them stay in silence for a couple of seconds, everyone just staring at Ellie awkwardly and waiting for her response, including you. And just when anxiety is eating you alive you hear her voice.

“Whoever wrote that comment is jealous as fuck” Ellie says clearly annoyed, her brows furrowed and a very sarcastic smirk on her face “the three of us meet her in high school as well. I was amazed by her when I first saw her but just couldn’t manage to talk to her, I was shy as fuck back then” both Dina and Jesse laughed, nodding their heads as making fun of her because only they know the amount of times Ellie would go with them to speak excitedly about how you had noticed her.

She speaks one more time and you can’t help but feel excited, now you understand the fans “however if she was here for it I don’t mind it at all because she’s hot, y’all wished to be m’ girl, stop being so annoying guys” and you can hear the interviewers laughing at the back, praising her for being so honest and calling fans out since most artists don’t.

And as you’re in bed, watching the live and feeling like a teenager in love. Ellie is dying to grab her phone and make you know how much she adores you and how much she can’t wait to get home with you, but she can’t of course cause she’s live and with her phone way to far from her.

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buggyjuggie · 1 year ago

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Could you do headcanons of the MK1 Earthrealmers and MK11 Fujin with a skater punk reader?

──★ ˙ ̟MK 1 Eartrealmers and MK11 Fujin x GN! Skater punk reader

「 ✦ Fujin ✦ 」

* You imediatly capture his interest like bro is flabergasted at the sight of you

* He helps you with some of your tricks by using his powers and manipulating the air

* Always asks you questions-how do you do that trick ? Where do you go to practice ? What is your favourite band ? Ect.ect. He wants to LEARN

* Is always amazed on how you manage to turn simple objects that people would find useless into clothing/jewellery thats fits your style.

「 ✦ Kung lao ✦ 」

* Saw how cool you were and immediately wanted to try it

* Ended up on his ass and embarrassing himself in just a few seconds

* Until you properly teach him he’s pouty but still to watches you from the sidelines

* He really likes your fashion style, even tends to borrow clothes when going out for events or to Madam bo’s

* Skating and learning how to use a hat with a blade are both difficult but very rewarding skills to show off to people both of you try to help each other as much as you can.

「 ✦ Bi-han ✦ 」

* As it is with Bihan anything that isn’t useful in combat is useless in his eyes but since you are his partner he admires you from a far (tries to act like he doesn’t)

* It would take a lot and i mean a LOT of convincing and whining but he would make you courses and ramps to skate by using his ice powers

* While he might seem dismissive of your hobby the politics and mindset of being a punk is where it’s at. He’s very interested in hearing about what it actually means to be punk i.e ideology’s, politics, fashion, history and so on.

* Secretly really like your taste in music and listens to your favourite artist in private

「 ✦ Johnny Cage ✦ 」

* Definitely spends a load of money to buy you custom skateboards

* Johnny i feel is more into pop than rock music so if you are ever playing music while doing something you share so that it goes one song is pop and the other is rock

* After he started going out with you if he ever wants to buy you clothes always searches for homemade local bussines

* Asks you dress him up sometimes for red carpets. Throws out his clean and fancy image to show you off in spirit.

「 ✦ Smoke/Thomas ✦ 」

* Like all the rest hes very impressed but unlike Kung lao leaves the professional skateboarding to you

* When he comes back from missions he’ll bring back little rubbish peaces he thinks will be good for DIY’s

* I feel like Thomas is open to anything so he’ll definitely listen to any music you recommend to him

* He’s your biggest fanboy

* Late night DIYing clothes talking about feelings and listening to music dates

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Aaaand thats the first request done ! I couldn’t get all the earthrealmers there because i had trouble thinking of interesting ideas for them so that’s why its a bit short and i apologise but i still hope you’ve enjoyed reading these headcanons. :3

#mk1 #mk11 #Mortal Kombat #johnny cage #sub zero #bi han #Smoke #Thomas #fujin #kung lao #mk x reader #mk x gn reader #fujin x reader #kung lao x reader #bihan x reader #subzero x reader #johnny cage x reader #smoke x reader #WE BALL

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winterrrnight · 2 years ago

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red carpets without you

PAIRING: drew starkey x gn!reader

SUMMARY: you and drew have been dating for quite some time now, but have not brought your relationship for the public to see yet. Drew has the outer banks season 3 premiere to attend, so he goes without you. He misses you a lot at the premiere, but is completely satisfied with everything when he comes back home and gets to sleep in your arms.

WARNINGS: small mentions of cyber bullying and anxiety

EDITH SPEAKS: one of the biggest things I want to bring light on is how fans at times make their faves relationships uncomfortable. Please don't interfere with their personal lives, it's no matter to you. It's their life and they choose how to live it, and if they wish to be public about it or not. Please don't make their partners feel unloved and unwanted, the world is already a very harsh place, and that doesn't make it any better. Don't make assumptions on their relationships without any proper proof. Spread love and only love 💌🌷

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It is the evening of the Outer Banks season 3 premiere, and your boyfriend Drew is definitely going to be one of the main attractions of the event. He has been gone since early afternoon to prepare for the premiere and get ready, and you have been with him long enough to know that premieres can take a lot of time and he will be coming extremely late at night.

You and Drew have been reluctant to publicise your relationship. The thought of being recognised scares you, and even though Drew does have many supportive fans who will love you, the haters are always present around. You're afraid they will get to your head and make you believe made up stories about your relationship, ruining everything you have with Drew.

Today was one of the moments where you actually wished you could've gone with him. You absolutely adore the entire Outer Banks cast, and it would be nothing short of a spectacular night with them. Sometimes you do like to fantasize about you and Drew being public, you're in the most beautiful outfit and both of you are walking down the red carpet together, your hands intertwined. But you are quick to come back to reality when your mind shows you a scenario of you finding horrifying comments regarding you on a picture of you both, saying how you aren't the one for him and he's better off with someone else.

You remind yourself that the best place you can be at the moment is actually where you are right now: your couch, with a massive bowl of popcorn with you as you start watching the live stream of the premiere. You see all of the cast members walk in, looking beautiful as ever. You watch their interviews with utter love. They really are some of the best people.

Suddenly the cameras are directed towards Drew. He's wearing a dark blue suit, and you can't help but gape at how gorgeous he looks in that color. The fit of the suit is just perfect and he's getting his pictures clicked, his grace coming so effortlessly.

As Drew walks ahead on the carpet he's stopped by an interviewer. "Hello Drew, how are you feeling today?" The interviewer asks him.

"I'm good, super excited for everyone to see season 3," he says in the mic, smiling.

"What is Rafe like in the season? What will we get to see of him?"

"My lips are sealed for any information," he chuckles, "but he has done some... things." The interviewer laughs at his reply.

"Well Drew, is there anything you would like to say to your loved ones and your fans?"

"Thank you for all your constant support," he says, a big smile now on his face. "It makes me so happy to think how much everyone has been loving the show. Nothing is more fulfilling than watching your own hard work reaping you the big results."

At that moment, the interviewer ends his small talk with Drew and he walks on ahead on the carpet. The Twinkie is on the red carpet and watching Drew pose with it makes you giggle, as he goes inside it and looks out the window and gives a cheeky smile. The livestream goes on to show the interactions of the rest of the cast members with the interviewers and among themselves.

↶ೃ✧˚. ❃ ↷ ˊˎ-

You suddenly wake up from your nap on your couch which you hadn't realised you had started taking. It takes a few seconds for you to realise what's happening; the popcorn bowl is now empty and is lying on your carpet upturned, and the live stream has ended. You check the time on your phone to see it's nearing 1.30 am at night. You had initially thought of staying up until Drew comes home, but your sleepy mind has different plans for you. Giving in, you decide to head in to your bedroom to go to sleep.

↶ೃ✧˚. ❃ ↷ ˊˎ-

The gentle sounds of shoes being placed on the ground and the rustle of clothes wakes you up from your sleep. You open your eyes groggily and turn around in bed to see Drew's back towards you, as he is getting into comfortable clothes for the night.

"Hey bubs, you're home?" You ask gently. Drew turns around and you can visibly see the tiredness in his eyes.

"Oh, love, yeah I just came home," He walks up to you and bends down at your level. "I didn't expect you to wake up. Go back to sleep," he says, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

"No it's okay, how was it?" You ask, your eyes not fully open from the heavy sleep lying on them.

"It was really amazing. I'll tell you all about it tomorrow okay?" He gets up from the floor and disappears in the washroom. After a few minutes he comes back out, and lies in the bed next to you.

You wrap your arms around his neck and gently pull his head onto your chest. He wraps his arms around your waist, and you start to play with his hair with sleepy motions of your hands, as you both drift off to sleep.

Drew had missed you a lot on the premiere - a lot more than he thought he would. There were so many moments where he wished he was answering the interviewer's question with you on his side. Your presence calms his nerves down whenever he feels a bit anxious, and such massive premieres, especially for a show as famous as Outer Banks, tend to make him slightly nervous.

But he knows you both aren't ready to come out to the whole world. Not yet. The world can be harsh, and even the strongest soldiers fall on their faces from its adversities. What you have is something made for just the two of you, and even though at times it feels like it shouldn't be this way, you know that this is actually the best you can have. And you are completely satisfied with it.

Why wouldn't you be? Drew is yours, and you are his. And that's all that matters.

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sunsetkerr · 1 year ago

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10 THINGS Y/N L/N CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT | s.kerr

summary: british gq releases a video of you and the ten things you can't live without. [1k words]

pairing: singer!reader x sam kerr

notes: another singer!reader!!!!!

[STUDIO; BLUE BACKGROUND, Y/N SITTING AT A WHITE TABLE. TEN ITEMS SAT IN FRONT OF HER]

Y/N L/N: Hi GQ, I'm Y/N L/N and these are ten things that I can't live without.

[SHOTS OF VARIOUS ITEMS FLASH ONTO THE SCREEN; A LIP BALM, A PHONE, A VAN CLEEF CLOVER BRACELET, A VOCAL CORD STEAMER]

[CLIP OF AN IPHONE 13]

'1) PHONE'

Y/N L/N: So this is my phone, I don't go anywhere without it. I figured we could get the boring stuff out of the way first (LAUGHS). I know everyone comes and watches these and watches people pull their phones out and collectively groans. (WHISPERS) I'm sorry.

[Y/N CLICKS ON THE HOME SCREEN. A PICTURE OF SAM ON THE BEACH POPS UP WITH THE TIME OVERLAPPING IT]

Y/N L/N: Nothing special really until you see the home screen. It's a picture of Sam from the very first time we went to Fremantle together to meet her family. I had never been to Fremantle before, so it was very cool and I met all of her family, it was one of my favourite trips we had ever been on together. Very special.

[CLIP OF A MACBOOK AIR, THERE IS A NUMBER 20 STICKER SITTING IN THE BOTTOM CORNER]

'2) LAPTOP'

Y/N L/N: I don't ever go anywhere without my laptop. I like having it on me, I'm not sure why. I don't go on holidays without it, or stay at a friends place without it. I never know when I'll need it. She always comes in handy, and because it's a MacBook I can text and FaceTime on it if my phone dies.

[CLIP OF A VAN CLEEF BRACELET SAT ON Y/N'S WRIST]

'3) BRACELET'

Y/N L/N: Okay, so this bracelet is very special to me. Sam gave it to me on our first anniversary. It's a Van Cleef Alhambra bracelet and we both have one which I think is sweet. So if I'm not with Sam, I like to have it on so I can think of her... (PAUSES) That was a little lame, wasn't it?

[CLIP OF A GOLDEN RING, A CLOVER SHAPE]

'4) RING'

Y/N L/N: I feel like I'm just talking about Sam, and maybe I am, but I don't care. Anyway, this is my ring that Sam also got for me, it's also from Van Cleef.

[CLOSE UP OF THE RING; GOLD DETAILING IN THEN CENTRE OF THE CLOVER]

Y/N L/N: It matches my bracelet which is nice. I try to wear it on every red carpet or event that I go to, because usually I'm wearing clothes and jewellery that don't belong to me, so having this makes me feel like I've got a little piece of me on the night.

[CLIP OF A GREEN VOCAL STEAMER]

'5) STEAM INHALER'

Y/N L/N: Okay, so this is my steamer and I don't ever go anywhere without it if I'm working. This thing keeps me sane and sounding somewhat decent if I'm not feeling well. Lots of my friends in theatre had these growing up and I was always so jealous and wanted one, so I finally bought myself one online and I will never go back. After a show, I will shower and go back to the bus or the hotel and just sit with this for an hour.

[CLIP OF A PINK 'GO-TO' LIP BALM]

'6) LIPS!'

Y/N L/N: Caitlin Foord got me onto this skincare brand back home in Australia called 'go-to' and I am literally never ever going to put anything else on my face ever again.

[Y/N KISSES THE SIDE OF THE LIP BALM]

Y/N L/N: This is their 'lips!' lip balm and I take it everywhere with me. I hate having dry lips, or when I'm trying to sing and they crack at the sides. That *BEEP* kills me. (Y/N GASPS AND LOOKS INTO THE CAMERA WITH WIDE EYES) I am so so sorry.

[CLIP OF A WORN NOTEBOOK WITH SOME STICKERS ON THE FRONT THAT ARE BEGINNING TO CREASE]

'7) NOTEBOOK'

Y/N L/N: If you didn't know, I write songs..

[CAMERA ANGLE CUTS TO B-ROLL CAMERA, Y/N LOOKING DOWN THE LENSE]

Y/N L/N: (WHISPERS) Good ones

[CUTS BACK TO MAIN CAMERA]

Y/N L/N: And this is where I write them if I don't, for some reason, have my laptop with me. I don't love writing them down because I change my lyrics so much over time and I waste so much paper and room writing in an actual book, but I live with it.

[CLIP OF A GREEN AND YELLOW BEADED BRACELET WITH THE WORDS 'KERR 20' THREADED INTO IT]

'8) FRIENDSHIP BRACELET'

Y/N L/N: I go to lots of football games. I try to go to most of Sam's games if I can and I always wear this.

[Y/N TURNS THE BRACELET AROUND TO SHOW THE NAME ON THE BRACELET, THERE IS A SMALL WHITE BEAD WITH A RED HEART IN THE MIDDLE SEPARATING KERR AND 20]

Y/N L/N: Taylor Swift's Eras Tour has started a very big thing for friendship bracelets, which I'm loving. So when Sam was playing in the World Cup, a girl tapped me on the shoulder and gave me this which was really sweet. I didn't have a bracelet to trade with her, but I have made one and I'm taking it with me to the Olympic Qualifiers in October in hopes that I'll see her again and I can give it back to her. So if you see this, I have a bracelet for you!

[CLIP OF A MICROPHONE, A PALE BLUE BODY AND WITH A MATCHING RING AROUND THE TOP]

'9) MICROPHONE'

Y/N L/N: This is my mic, I have played every show for the last three years with this exact mic. I don't like not playing without it now, it's become almost a superstition. (CHUCKLES)

[PICTURE OF Y/N AND TAYLOR SWIFT SINGING TOGETHER ON STAGE POPS UP, Y/N IS USING HER BLUE MICROPHONE]

Y/N L/N: Sam took this picture of me and Taylor during sound check (Y/N HOLDS UP A PRINT OUT OF THE PICTURE). I love this picture a lot, we didn't have any fancy outfits or choreography, it was just us having fun before a show. Very special.

[BACKGROUND MUSIC STOPS; CLIP OF SAM WALKING ONTO SET AND SITTING ON Y/N'S LAP]

'10) GIRLFRIEND'

Y/N L/N: Self-explanatory

SAM KERR: I'm honoured (SAM LOOKS DOWN AT Y/N AND KISSES HER CHEEK A FEW TIMES)

Y/N L/N: (LAUGHS)

[BLACK SCREEN; GQ LOGO]

#one shots . * • .#sam kerr x reader #sam kerr imagine #sam kerr one shot #woso imagine #woso one shot #woso x reader

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letsgetrowdy43 · 1 year ago

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So It Goes (Rowan's Version)—

Nico Hischier x Reader

Warnings: Allusions/mentions of sex, swearing, a little angsty, lmk if anything else :)

I once saw an edit (this is the edit) of Nico to this song, and I haven't stopped thinking about it since so I just had to write about it

"See you in the dark, all eyes on you, my magician, all eyes on us You make everyone disappear and cut me into pieces, gold cage, hostage to my feelings"

Nico finished zipping up the back of her dress, a deep red fabric draping over her body as he placed kisses on her shoulders, “you look beautiful,” he whispered, his thick accent rolling off his tongue as she stared at him in awe through the bathroom mirror. He spun her around to look her in the eyes, hands travelling down from her shoulders to her hips, hands squeezing at the chub of her figure as she fixed his tie, “you look handsome,” she pecked him on the lips, “dashing even,” she whispered as his head dipped down to place a trail of sloppy kisses from her jaw and down her neck.

“Neeks, we need to leave in like two minutes,” she mumbled as he groaned into her skin, teeth nipping at her soft skin as her hands cupped his face and pulled him a safe distance away from her so she could fix his hair.

A soft knock on the door pulled Nico out of the trance he found himself in, the haze in his eyes disappeared as he heard Lindy’s voice on the other end of the door trying to get them out of their room and down to the bus, “time to go cap,” Jack yelled out as Y/n grabbed her clutch and swung the door open. “You clean up nicely Jack,” she complimented him before saying hello to Lindy who greeted her with a warm smile.

Nico watched as she shook the unfamiliar media girl's hand and found her way back under his arm, a grin on her face as she looked up to see him grinning down at her, “let’s go get you a Selke,” she whispered and moved her head to kiss the knuckles of the hand that was draped over her shoulder, her fingertips running over the cool metal of the ring in his thumb.

The awards were nothing but extravagant, the red carpet rolled out as she walked alongside her boyfriend and the other nominated devils. She watched Nico in his element, the room quieted and the flashing cameras stopped as he turned around to see her ogling him, the smile on his face growing and the rest of the people in the room disappeared as he ushered her to join him.

She halted her conversation with Ellen, profusely apologizing for having to stop their catch-up before she was whisked away to answer some interview questions alongside her boyfriend. “So Y/n as someone who is relatively new to the Hockey scene, tell us about your night, your experience, and about your boyfriend and why he should be a winner tonight,” the woman moved the microphone in front of her mouth but was cut off by Nico who answered for her

“She loves it all—” That was the kicker, Nico was the perfect boyfriend, in every aspect, but it was almost as if he wanted to shelter her from the world of hockey, it actually caught her off guard when he invited her out to this event, but she accepted and hoped for smooth sailing. He lived a public life, both on and off the ice, and she was willing to share that, but he was less adamant about sharing her with the rest of the world.

Y/n’s brows furrowed as Nico ended his speech, “Yeah pretty much what Nico said, everything is great, and he’s been especially great,” she smiled and nodded awkwardly as she looked up at her boyfriend who wore a proud smile.

★

"Met you in a bar, all eyes on me, your illusionist, all eyes on us I make all your gray days clear and wear you like a necklace I'm so chill, but you make me jealous But I got your heart, skippin', skip-skippin' when I'm gone"

Before he was the Nico Hischier, he was just some really attractive guy in a dingy bar. Music blared over the speakers, a dress that was a little too tight in all the right places, and a boy who stood with a beer in his hand as he celebrated the most recent win.

She was in awe, his friend jokingly dragged him out to the dance floor, a wide toothy grin on his friend's face as he pulled on the man’s arm, “Come on Cap you know you wanna dance with me!” “This is really feeding those dating allegations!” “Good!”

The taller man shook his head and laughed, pausing in his spot on the dance floor as he looked up at the girl who stood shell-shocked. Her eyes were full of awe as she turned her attention away from him and back to her friend who were ordering another round of drinks.

The whole night would play out like that, she sat prettily, catching his eyes across the room, and vice versa. “You look a little lost cap,” John said following Nico’s gaze to the pretty girl dancing with her friends, “oh you're a goner” he joked and patted the man on the shoulder followed by a chuckle as he placed a new beer in front of him.

The night came to an end with Nico working up some tipsy courage, the girl who was sitting on the other end of the bar was watching as he approached her, cheeks blazing red as he stood in front of her. Nico word-vomited for nearly two minutes before ending his rant with a smooth “You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen, I can’t stop myself from staring at you, and I noticed you watching me, can I buy you a drink?” internally cringing at his fuck up as he stared at the wide-eyes girl. “I don’t think either of us needs another drink,” she mused.

A hint of boldness laid on her face as she stood up and cupped the back of his neck, pulling him down to whisper in his ear, “I wouldn’t mind you taking me home though.” Nico's mouth dried at that comment, the wind in his lungs deflated as he took a second to respond, “yeah?” he asked slyly, his tongue poking his cheek as he nodded.

He would’ve spent a lifetime of regret if he’d turned the pretty girl down, his hand finding the small of her back as she fiend innocence and nodded her head, doe eyes staring up at him as he bit back a grin.

“My name is Y/n by the way, figured we should get the pleasantries out of the way,” she said as he held her with her coat, his hands running over her torso, lungs on fire as his adrenaline started pumping. “Nico,” they entered the street, the cold November air nipping at the skin of her legs as she flagged down a taxi. “Well it’s nice to meet you,” she said offering him her hand before pulling him into the taxi.

★

"Cause we breakdown a little, but when I get you alone, it's so simple 'Cause baby, I know what you know, we can feel it"

It had been a week since the awards, after seeing the video of herself on the carpet, watching as she opened her mouth to speak but was silenced, the reporter's face looking at the man in confusion as Y/n basically shrunk three sizes. It made her mad, she was used to being this bold outgoing person, but it almost seemed that in front of the cameras he wanted her quiet and complicit.

They had argued about it for two days, the morning after the award show tensions were high, he had lost the Selke, and Twitter was absolutely eating up the interview.

“You made me look stupid!” She said as he watched the video that had upset her. “I was helping you!” He said defensively. Help? When on earth had she asked for his help "You do it all the time Nico, it’s like you’re ashamed, or like you don’t want me to be there!" “You’re not media trained Y/n, I don’t need you to say something stupid and get us both in trouble, I have a whole team to worry about!” her jaw dropped as he rolled her expression off of his back and moved onto what he was doing before the conversation had started as if this chat had never happened.

She laughed dryly and grabbed her purse, “I’m sorry, next time I’ll just sit there and not speak, cause clearly that’s how you’d prefer me,” she smiled and left his apartment in a fit of rage.

But that was two weeks ago, and an apology had been given and accepted. So now that the Devil's playoff run and the awards were over, it meant that it was now the true start of the offseason. Nico would be flying back to Switzerland any day now to see his family, and she would stay in Jersey. Meaning a two-month-long span without seeing one another, a period of time that Nico was sure he would never make it out of.

He’d tried to get her on the flight with him, but her job was too in demand during the summer season and in need of extra workers for her to be able to get the time off. So instead they spent their remaining moments together in his apartment, packing his bags and organizing his house.

“Jonas wants us to go out for dinner,” he said with a lopsided frown, collapsing on the bed beside her, arms wrapping around her waist to pull her on top of him. “I like dinner,” she giggled as his hands trailed up and down her torso. Nico squeezed her tighter, pulling her closer into him, almost as if he was trying to morph into one being, “Dinners fine, but I was yes to stay in, I’ll see him all summer, but I’ve got limited time with you,” he mumbled into the crown of her head, her face heating up at his confession.

“Well then we can order in, Jonas can wait till the new season,” she said flipping herself over so she could be face-to-face with him. Her nose bumped into his as she grinned and placed a gentle kiss on his lips, “and maybe I can give you a proper goodbye,” she grinned as her hands played with the bottom of his shirt, hands running over the waistband of his sweat pants as she kissed his neck.

“Sounds like a plan,” he said flipping her over and kissing her once again.

★

"You did a number on me, but honestly, baby, who's counting? I did a number on you, but honestly, baby, who's counting?"

It had been a little over a month since Nico returned to start his transition back into his hockey schedule, tonight would be the 2023/24 season home opener, with the ending of their playoff run last year fans were anticipating nothing but the greatest for the Devils this year, Y/n included.

“So I'll be there after the game to drive you home, wanna spend the night at my apartment or yours,” she asked over the phone, Nico stopped in his tracks. “You got a ticket?” “I've never been to a game, you've never invited me to one, so when Ryleigh asked me to join her in a box the other girls rented I said sure,” she huffed. “I didn't think it was your thing,” it was almost like he was trying not to start a fight.

She shook her head, “It wasn't my thing, but you are my thing so I want to be there in support of you,” her heart pounded in her chest as her anger levels rose, “if you don't want me there just say it Neeks!”

He didn't say anything, the other end remained silent as she awaited a response, “I mean you invite me to events, present me as your girlfriend, won't let me speak to the media, and now you don't want me involved in your work cause you don't think it's for me?”

“I just thought you'd find it boring, I didn't know it would be an issue!” “That's bullshit, we've been together nearly a year, I watch every single game on tv, and you still think I'm not a hundred percent in it? This is ridiculous, I won't go, but don't call me after the game, don't show up at my house, I need time to think.”

“Fine,” she was tempted to throw her phone out of the window, what the fuck does ‘fine’ mean? “Glad we are on the same page,” and with that, she hung up the phone, annoyance running through her veins as she threw her phone on the bed and collapsed down next to it.

Her hands rubbed her eyes as she felt a headache starting to settle in her temples, “what the fuck!”

★

"And all the pieces fall, right into place, getting caught up in a moment, lipstick on your face, so it goes I'm yours to keep, and I'm yours to lose You know I'm not a bad girl, but I do bad things with you, so it goes" Three weeks of radio silence was the outcome of their argument, and Nico had done a lot of looking back, it wasn't that he wanted her to be distant from his work life, it was that he wanted her all to himself. Hockey already took up a good portion of his life, and he wasn't quite sure that he was willing to share her with that part of his life, it was nice to have something personal, all to himself.

That of course didn't excuse anything he did, he just thinks he wasn't aware he was even hiding her away until it was too late and the damage was done.

Nico had been down, his routine without her consisted of nothing but hockey and moping around his apartment, everything seemed to remind him of her, it was like an ongoing punishment. So Jack being the perfect work husband he is showed up on his door step with a case of beer and a grin.

"It's either we sit here, drink beer, watch hockey, and I annoy you, or you get dressed and we go out with the team," Jack said, knowing that if Jack and him sat on his couch the young centerman was going to make him talk about his feelings and the break with Y/n he was going through and that sounded like hell on earth. "I'll go out," he shrugged making Jack's grin grow even bigger. "Atta boy!"

So that's how he ended up in this situation, the oh-so-familiar feeling stirring in his stomach as she walked into the bar surrounded by her friends. She looked exhausted, but still, so breathtaking, clad in dress pants and a top that perfectly showed off all of her assets, Nico was practically beside himself watching her from afar.

And then it happened, she could feel his gaze on her, her eyes flickering up from her phone screen to see him on the other end of the bar, nursing a beer. She sadly smiled at him before turning away and making a bee-line straight to the entrance.

Nico stood up from his spot at the table and chased after her, "Y/n, please stop walking away," he said catching up to her as they got out onto the streets of downtown New Jersey. "I have nothing to say to you," she said breaking away from the hand that had caught her wrist in the action of making her face him. "Then just listen, I have things to say," she stopped in her tracks, skin on fire from the cool air, his jacket wrapping around her as he spun her around to look at him.

"I need to apologize, I am a dick, and I know," her eyes filled with tears, head turning to look at the people watching them from across the street, "I just- you were all mine! And I didn't want to mix my two lives, cause having you all to myself felt too good to stop. And I was mean, like pure evil to you, and I made you into the person that you aren't, I was the worst. You're way too good for me, and I know that, but I miss you too much to let you walk away." The tears started to come out as choked sobs as she slammed herself into his chest, "I hate that I miss you," she mumbled into his neck, tears soaking his shirt as his arms looped around her. "I know," he soothed as his hands ran up and down her clothed back.

She pulled away, drying the tears on her face, "If we want this to work you gotta be okay with me being involved in every aspect of your life, I let you in mine, it's your turn to let me in," she sniffled as he nodded adamantly. A soft smile worked its way onto her face as she craddled the sides of his face, "I promise you, I wont hurt you," he whispered. "I'll hold you to that promise Neeks," she mumbled as she placed kisses all over his face, ending with one on his lips, she pulled away with a quiet laugh as she examined the red lipstick smudged all over his face.

"Wanna take me home Cap?" she asked as his hands gripped her sides, relishing in the feeling of having her in his hold once again, her eyes filled with that familiar boldness he'd been missing. "I've never wanted anything more in my life."

★

"Come here, dressed in black now, so, so, so it goes Scratches down your back now, so, so, so it goes"

Nico laid her down on the edge of the hotel bed, eyes full of a mixture of love and lust, her fingers running through his gelled hair, a sappy smile on her face as she reminisced over the entirety of their relationship.

The man on top of her left sloppy open-mouthed kisses down her neck and across her collarbones as she began unbuttoning the buttons of his dress shirt, her cold hands finding comfort on his warm chest as her fingers ran over the chain that hung from his neck.

"You okay dove?" he halted his movements to run a thumb over the apple of her cheek, stopping the loving movement to untuck her bottom lip from her teeth. "Just thinking about us, you know in the beginning," she shrugged as she stared up at him, not missing the look of love laced in his expression as he dipped down and kissed her on the lips once again. "I was a mess," he said, hands pulling at the skirt of her dress to pool it around her hips, his big hands finding the soft flesh of her thighs. she hummed in approval, "I wouldn't have had it any other way," she whispered as she he smile into the skin of her neck. "Me neither."

"Now can you stop reminiscing so I can go down on you? Please, Mrs. Hischier?" he laughed as his wife's cheeks that burned a bright red, clearly her boldness had been rubbing off on his. "I like that, Mrs. Hischier, sounds so sexy," she grinned as she pulled him in for another kiss. "It really does," he left a slopy kiss to her chest, "now please shut up," he pushed her back down on the mattress. "I love the sound of desperation" she joked as she intertwined his hand with hers, smiling at the cool feeling of his wedding band on her skin.

AHHHHH I got a little carried away at the end, sorry (I'm not that sorry 🤭)

#nico hischier #nico hischier x reader #nico hischier blurb #nico hischier imagine #nico hischier x y/n #nico hischier fluff #jack hughes #john marino #nj devils #new jersey devils

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shuadotcom · 2 years ago

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All my Love | BSK (M)

💍Pairing: Boo Seungkwan x Afab!Reader

💍Genres & AUs: Romance, fluff, smut, established relationship au, soulmate au

💍Summary: You and your husband spend your first night as newlyweds together, still as in love with each other as you've been since day one.

💍Rating: 18+ (MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED)

💍Warnings: Profanity, fingering, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, creampie, cum eating, so much fluff!!! Like they are so in love!!!

💍Words: 3.4k

💍Note: Written for @k-vanity Idols over Flowers event. The bouquet I put together is: roses (romance), fresia (own genre idea), amaranthus (marriage & co), thistle (own au), myrtle (soulmate), band of satin (weddings).

I’ve been in my Seungkwan feels lately and just wanted some fluffy smut 🥺 Thank you @agustdealer for betaing this for me!!! 💖

💍Net Tag: @kflixnet

You had never given much thought to the concept of finding your soulmate or even marriage. Growing up, when all of your friends were finding their soulmates around you, all of them having their tiny heart-shaped birthmarks on their wrists filled in a deep shade of scarlet while your own stayed empty and nothing but an outline, you barely cared much.

When you graduated high school and went to college, even more people in your life were finding the person that the universe told them they’d be spending their life with. You watched and congratulated them and wished them well. You accepted that maybe it would take longer for you to find your person. Even after you graduated college and entered the working world and wedding invitations showed up in your email left and right, you remained unphased.

At least since you were single you only had to be responsible for yourself and didn’t have the extra baggage of another person to worry about. A few partners entered your life here and there, but none of them wanted anything too serious.

You weren’t their soulmate after all since their tattoos stayed an empty heart like yours when you were together.

And that was fine. You were content and as your twenties went on that all remained the same and it was okay - you were okay. You’d nearly forgotten about the concept of soulmates and had long since stopped fantasizing about your own wedding.

And then Boo Seungkwan popped into your life and all of that changed.

You met him through a friend at your new job, everything. Your co-worker Hansol introduced you both at a company party that Seungkwan had been his plus one for, and upon bringing your hand up in a small, shy wave to him, you saw it. The little black heart outline on the inside of your right wrist - the one that had stayed empty for years - slowly began to fill with the brilliant red that signified you had met your soulmate.

Instantly, you understood everything that you’ve heard your entire life. That finding your soulmate is like finding the other half of yourself that’s been missing within you. That the feeling of seeing your soulmate for the first time would resemble an almost out-of-body experience as everything immediately clicked into place.

Seungkwan had also stared at his wrist in awe, slackjawed at the revelation. In no time, he became a constant in your life after that, the two of you instantly knowing that the universe had been oh so right in determining that you were meant for each other. He was the complete opposite of you in so many ways but he was also the most perfect man you had ever met in every possible way.

It took three years to know that Seungkwan is all you want for the rest of forever so when he proposed to you one spring afternoon you didn’t think twice about saying yes.

A year later, on another spring afternoon, you marry your soulmate, and everything for both of you is like a dream come true, feeling the happiest you’ve ever been.

“Wow! They really went all out with this room!”

Seungkwan admires the trail of roses that lead from the hotel room door, across the carpet, and to the bed with the heart made of petals decorating the white linens. The room is bathed in a warm glow, so cozy and inviting with a few electric tealight candles strewn about. It’s all straight out of a romance movie with the champagne chilling near the bed and fruit sitting on the table - a true honeymoon suite.

You can’t help yourself as you skip over to the bed and flop backward onto the middle of it, the light scent of the rose petals invading your nose.

“This is the nicest hotel room I’ve ever been in!” You admit, spreading your limbs to stretch your body on the king-sized bed.

“Well, I had to make sure I booked us the nicest honeymoon suite. I can’t have my perfect, amazing wife stay in just any old room.” Seungkwan beams at you, your heart leaping in response.

“My husband is so thoughtful and always thinks of me. He truly is my soulmate, huh?”

“Yeah, he is. He’s the luckiest man in the entire world to be able to call himself your soulmate.” Seungkwan saunters over to you, lying on his side next to you. He dips his head so that he speaks against your lips, his breath tickling you.

“I’m the lucky one. Not only is my husband extremely thoughtful but he’s also so insanely good-looking.” You run your hand down his arm, his muscles flexing under your touch from beneath the fabric of his tuxedo jacket.

Seungkwan is always handsome and has been since the day you met, but something about seeing him today: his perfectly tailored suit hugging his body, his megawatt smile permanently etched onto his face, the sheer joy in his demeanor - it was enough to have you falling in love with him all over again.

“Not as good-looking as my lovely, divine, phenomenal, wife is though.” He whispers against the shell of your ear, admiring the way you giggle at his words before finally kissing you, your lips moving together in perfect rhythm.

Kissing Seungkwan is always akin to a cliche romance movie moment no matter how many times you do it. The world around you melts away and everything you think about and feel and know is Seungkwan and Seungkwan only.

His elegant hand cups your face with nothing but tenderness as yours snakes around his waist and under his jacket to pull him close.

Gingerly and with nothing but tenderness, Seungkwan slips his tongue into your mouth, his tongue tangling with yours as his hand eagerly begins its descent. He moves from your cheeks, trailing down your chin, to your neck, then reaching its final destination of your breasts, still nestled in your white dress.

He gives your mounds a few squeezes, eliciting a yelp from you. The reaction Seungkwan gets from you spurs him on, palming you a few more times, relishing in the whines you let out.

Soft, tender lips move away from your mouth, landing on your cheeks and then to your neck, the plunging neckline of your dress giving him easy access. Your husband lavishes your neck in kisses, loving the breathy symphony of sounds that you make for him. He spends extra time on your most sensitive of spots, using his teeth to ensure he leaves marks in his wake.

“Kwannie…”

“Yes, baby?”

“Please give me more!”

“What do you want?” he murmurs between nibbles.

“I want you.”

“Oh? You wanna consummate our marriage already?” He’s teasing you now, his lips moving back to your cleavage, licking a stripe back up to your neck.

“Well, you can’t just kiss me like this and not do anything else!”

Seungkwan’s endearing laugh reaches your ears and you smile between squeals.

“I can’t say no to you even if I wanted to, sweetheart.”

His lips move to your cleavage again, leaving open-mouth kisses as his hand eases over your side to the zipper on the back of your dress. He unzips you with gentle hands, helping you lay on your back, and slides the dress off and onto the floor. Before he can get your panties off, you’re making grabby hands for him to help slip his jacket off. Seungkwan lets you undress him piece by piece until you’re both in your underwear, gaping at one another like teenagers during your first time.

His hands are on you again, unhooking your lace bra and shimmying the matching panties down your legs. Seungkwan takes a minute to admire you. Your skin, as smooth and supple as it always is, practically glows before him. Your eyes that he could look into and get lost in every day, shine as you stare up at him, your need for him so blatant.

Seungkwan climbs onto the bed, between your legs to hover over you, and swoops down to smother your bare breasts in kisses, taking a nipple between his lips and suckling. A gasp leaves your lips as he flicks his tongue over the bud, leaving you squirming under him once again.

Teeth graze your nipple as Seungkwan continues, letting out deep hums against your skin. He switches between each breast, biting and sucking even more hickeys onto you. Your arms wrap around his shoulders as you huff out his name, pushing your chest to his face for more.

The hand that Seungkwan isn’t using to grope you slides down your stomach, slowly inching towards your pussy, and his long, skilled digits trail up and down your sticky folds.

“You’re so wet, my love. Is that all for me?”

“It’s always for you.” And you mean every single word. Seungkwan is all that you need and want and so much more.

Seungkwan eases a finger into you, your overwhelming wetness making it easy.

Your body always has an immediate reaction to your soulmate, going lax in his hold, but you still want so much more. Your thirst for Seungkwan is almost insatiable at times. All it takes is a few dirty words and a deep kiss to have you gushing for him and tonight is no different.

Seungkwan’s finger works you open as his thumb flicks at your swollen clit. A tiny shriek jumps from your throat, hands scrambling to latch onto Seungkwan’s arms, but he pays you no mind. His eyes only stay trained on you, quickening his movements to pull more melodic sounds from you.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” The words are hushed as they leave your husband’s mouth.

“You’ve said that about fifty times today,” you mewl as Seungkwan plunges a second finger into your greedy pussy.

“And I’ll say it another fifty times every single day for the rest of our lives.” He leans down to kiss you, and your eyes flutter shut both at the warmth of his lips and the way that his fingers crook up just the way you crave for them to.

Seungkwan’s wonderful fingers spear in and out of you while he continues to coo words of love and adoration at you. Seungkwan has never been shy in detailing the ways he loves you and the reasons why, but the sweet words he’s using to compliment everything from your laugh and your smile to your admirable selflessness and even the way that you sing to yourself when you think no one’s listening, has tears welling in your eyes.

It’s him singing your praises so genuinely and the pressure of his thumb circling your clit with the right amount of pressure that has you seeing stars as you come undone on his fingers. He works you through it, telling you how stunning you look and how lucky he is that he gets to see you like this for the rest of your lives.

Your husband kisses away the couple of wayward tears that manage to fall and gathers you in his arms, with the delicacy of handling a piece of fine porcelain.

“How are you, my love?” Seungkwan checks, inspecting your half-lidded eyes.

“I’m okay, but I’d be much better if you continued making love to me,” you run your fingers down one of his round cheeks, making sure to gently poke at the beauty mark under his eye that you love so much.

Seungkwan’s soft eyes darken with lust again at your words, his pretty lips quirking up at the corners.

“Whatever my baby wants, my baby gets.” He accentuates his words with a peck and bites at your lower lip.

When Seungkwan buries his cock into you, his girth stretching your sensitive walls, it feels as though a fuse has been lit inside of you. Your eyes flutter as he begins moving his hips, thrusting into you deep, his pelvis pressing firmly into the back of your thighs. Seungkwan knows everything there is to know about you, like just how hard you like him to fuck you to all the spots on your body that have you squirming.

“Fuck, Seungkwan…yes.”

“My beautiful baby. So pretty and always willing for me.”

“Always.” Even with knitted brows, you give him a loving smile, your soulmate returning the gesture.

You wrap your legs around Seungkwan’s waist, pulling him as close as possible. His soft skin is so hot against yours, flushed in a way that makes him look even more perfect. Your arms wind around his neck and you pull him close enough to you that you can bury your face into his neck, inhaling the lingering smell of his cologne mixed with a hint of perspiration.

With every drag of his cock against your spongy walls, your cries of Seungkwan’s name only get louder. He shares your desperation though, as he starts to roll his hips into you faster, and he moans out for you in the same high-pitched tone he uses when he playfully throws a tantrum.

“You feel so good, darling. You feel so fucking good.”

“More, please Kwannie, gimme more!”

“Yeah? My baby wants more?”

“Mmhmm, need it. Need all of you.” Seungkwan stares back at you, eyes full of nothing but hearts and stars for you. He’d given you all of himself from the moment you met and would continue giving you any and every new piece you’d ask for.

Seungkwan dips his head down, his lips meeting yours. He kisses you with a tenderness that’s a stark contrast to the now bruising force of his thrusts, your body bouncing wildly on the mattress. Your loud, almost shrill-sounding squeals that escape between your mouths seem too loud to your ears and you almost worry you’re being too loud in the room. But when Seungkwan’s length pummels your g-spot, the thought is quite literally knocked out of you.

“You’re so perfect,” your soulmate mumbles into your mouth before sitting up straight to look down at you.

You stare back at him in awe. Even with sweat beading on his forehead and nose and his skin as red as the ripest of tomatoes, Boo Seungkwan is still the most stunning man you’ve ever seen. When you voice this to him, he seems to blush even more, smiling at you in the most dazzling of ways.

He takes a moment to adjust, bringing his knees closer to the backs of your thighs and taking hold of your hips. You run your eyes over his arms and the way they bulge as he holds on, then move to his bare chest, wanting so badly to feel him under your fingers.

“Like what you see?” He teases, catching the way you ogle him as he slowly rolls his hips into you.

“Always, baby.” Reaching up, you drag your fingernails over his chest and down his stomach, goosebumps breaking out across his arms.

Seungkwan pulls back, almost all the way out of you before driving his hips forward with a force that makes your eyes screw shut at the pleasure.

“Keep your eyes open for me, sweetheart. I wanna see you,” Seungkwan pants out and you oblige, forcing your lids open.

The sight of your perfect soulmate, knitting his brows, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth. His chocolate eyes fixed - on you and only you - is enough to cause your heart to swell and your legs to shake almost violently as your orgasm rushes you.

“Seungkwan, I’m so close!” You do your best to roll your hips in sync with Seungkwan’s, your pace faltering as the pressure in your belly builds.

“Cum for me, baby. Let go for me,” his voice is like the finest silk, wrapping you up gently and making you impossibly warmer.

When you cum, it’s with Seungkwan’s name on your tongue as always is the case. Your lips part as you gasp for the air that’s knocked out of your lungs in the most glorious of ways. Your eyes roll back and your mouth hangs open - a tiny bit of you thinks about shying away from Seungkwan’s gaze but he doesn’t let you.

He loves you in every conceivable way and thinks that everything you do is breathtaking, including when you cum. Your skin glistens and glows, your perspiration like the finest of glitters. Your pillow-soft lips part and sing his name which is enough to have Seungkwan falling apart right after you. His eyes flutter closed, and it’s your name this time that bounces off of the hotel room walls as he empties himself inside of your velvety walls.

Seungkwan fills you up, the both of you sharing a long moan at the intense warmth as he pumps you full and digs his nails into the outer parts of your thighs.

He huffs out a breath when he’s empty, slowly pulling out and watching his seed seeping out of your hole and dripping down your ass cheeks. He’s transfixed at the sight, licking his lips.

“Seungkwan? What-!” Your question ends in a choke as he suddenly drops to his stomach and shimmies to move his head between your legs, plunging his tongue as far into your entrance as he can. Your hands shoot down to grip his hair, his thick tongue moving in and out of your messy cunt, slurping up both your juices and his cum.

As he tends to do, Seungkwan eats you out as if you’re his last meal. The man truly never gets tired of being between your legs for as long as you’ll let him. One of his hands reaches up to grab your hand that’s tangled in his once neatly styled hair. He threads his fingers with yours, letting you squeeze him. The act is sweet, but it doesn’t overtake the lewd sounds he’s making as he moans into you, sending vibrations through your body.

It doesn’t take long at all for Seungkwan to have you releasing again, this time on his tongue as you cry out for him, your back bowing off of the bed dramatically.

He cleans you up, much more gentle this time, aware of just how sensitive you are now. Once he’s done, he crawls back up your body to look at you with those eyes again - so full of adoration for you.

Seungkwan kisses you once more, this one much more innocent, even with your scent on his face.

After quite literally stealing the remaining breath out of you, Seungkwan flops onto the bed next to you. His hand finds yours between your bodies and threads your fingers together. He raises your hand, your wedding ring shining bright even in the dim lighting of the room.

“I can’t believe I get to call you my wife,” Seungkwan sighs, bringing the back of your hand down to his lips. “I love you so much, my sweet Y/n.”

“And I love you, my precious boo.”

The two of you lie there for a little longer, time nearly slowing as you admire every part of your husband, him doing the same.

“You know, if I’m remembering what was on the website correctly, I think there’s a giant soaking tub in the bathroom,” he mentions. “We could both use a warm bath after the day we’ve had.”

“Yeah, I think we could too,” you smile. “You think they have bubbles?”

“Not sure, but I think we need to go find out.”

Seungkwan helps you off the bed and holds your hand as you enter the other part of the suite. He lets you sit on the edge of the jacuzzi tub as he runs the water, ensuring it’s warm enough to soothe your sore muscles and adds the strawberry-scented bubbles he found on the countertop as it fills.

He keeps a close eye on the water, finally sparing you another glance once the tub is adequately full of warm bubbles. The smile that he sends your way is one that you’ve seen all night and even more times in the years you’ve been with him but it still doesn’t fail to make your heart race and have you sending him a shy one in return.

You’ve only been married for about ten hours now and it’s been the most magical ten hours of your life. You’re more than ready to be graced with a million more hours of loving and being loved by Boo Seungkwan, the soulmate that you’ve waited all this time for, and he was well worth the wait.

#kidolflowers #kflixnet #wkcnet #kbookshelf #k-labels #kvanity #thekpopuniverse #boo seungkwan #seungkwan x reader #seungkwan fluff #seungkwan smut #svt x reader #svt smut #svt fluff #seventeen x reader #seventeen smut #seungkwan fic #seventeen fluff #seungkwan imagine

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drowninginthoughts27 · 8 months ago

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28/5 Ruffles & 30/5 Escape Word Count: 598

(fame au) @pandalilymicrofics

Red carpets and public events had really never been Pandora’s favorite thing in the world. It all felt a bit fake, more so like acting than some of the actual acting jobs she’d done to land her there in the first place.

But it all became far more bearable when she was there with someone else. Specifically when that someone else was renowned model and producer Lily Evans.

Pandora simply watches the way Lily moves through the crowds of people effortlessly. Inadvertently dodging nosy questions with daring smiles and vague comments. Posing gracefully for each different camera flash that washes over her pale skin. Making her appear to glow slightly from the inside out in a way that could only be described as ethereal.

Just standing there admiring every inch of Lily from the ruffles of her dark green gown to the shimmer of her earrings as they sparkle with each way that she turns her head.

Every now and then, in between answering her own assortment of questions and posing for the cameras directed at her, Pandora will catch Lily’s eye. Sharing passing moments between the two of them, trading their own lingering gazes.

“A bit distracted there, are we?” Pandora thinks she hears one of the reporters ask her as she stares off into the distance. Watching Lily from her place on the carpet a couple meters behind.

She hums a bit in recognition. Laughing silently to herself as she knows just how good of a job the makeup team had done at concealing the varying bruises dotting both of their necks mere hours ago. Thinking of all the layers of their relationship that no one else here knows anything about. A secret kept safe between the two of them, just waiting to be told.

“Do you wanna escape?” A familiar voice asks her suddenly. Effectively cutting off her train of thought and breaking through the harsh noises surrounding them. A hand already placed gently on the small of her back, moving them along with the flow of the carpet and towards a small break in the crowd.

“Lily!” Pandora whispers, her smile lighting up a bit as she completely melts into the touch of the other women.

They pause one final time to allow yet another wave of camera flashes and questions to engulf them. Pandora allows herself to be completely in the moment, the only thing she’s paying any attention to is the reassuring hand on her back and the light breath ghosting the side of her neck.

Leaning back slightly to capture Lily’s lips in a sudden quick kiss. And then turning back to the awaiting cameras to smirk slightly as her only response to the drama she’s just created.

Lily quickly takes Pandora by the hand to guide her away from the sudden commotion the two just caused.

As they finally melt away from the scene Pandora can just make out the last few unanswered questions asked by stunned reporters.

Barely distinguishable query’s of “are you and Miss Evans now in a romantic relationship?” And “So how long have you two been keeping this private from the public? Is this a new development or just a well kept secret?”

But none of it matters as they move through the hoards of people and make their way to the nearest exit. Giggling between themselves as Lily’s hand moves to wrap around Pandora’s waist. Pandora's arm swinging around Lily’s shoulder, twisting her loose curls in between her fingers slightly.

Both without another care in the world, completely immersed in their love for one another.

#I blame echo for this #they encouraged me to write pandalily and I couldn’t fall asleep till this was in my notes app #idk if I’m actually allowed to combine prompts #but it’s whatever #also Hunter Schafer is so incredibly Pandora coded #and I need you all to know that #btw sry #this is a mess but I’m happy with it #em’s microfics #pandalily microfics #lily evans #pandora lovegood #pandalily

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jazzthatonewriterchick · 1 year ago

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Lovers & Friends (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Keigo Takami x Black!Fem!Reader (Friends to Lovers)

Synopsis: In which you and Keigo have begun to realize the strange new feelings you both have for each other after one drunken night at a close friend’s wedding that ends with you in his bed, but because of your longtime friendship and committed relationships with other people, you’re more than happy to forget that night even happened and keep your mutual feelings in the dark…for now, at least.

Story Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS GET AWAY); Cheating/Infidelity; Mating; Light Degradation; Spanking; Exhibitionism; Multiple Positions; Creampie; Unprotected PIV Sex; Facial; Scent Play; Marking; Spitting; Deepthroating; Cunnilingus; Begging; Edgeplay; Power Play; Wing-Stroking; Daddy Kink; Some Angst; Hurt/Comfort; Mild Violence

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. Bonus Chapter.

Read on AO3 here!

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Chapter Sixteen: Funny Seeing You Here.

When Keigo finally gets to the venue for the Heroes’ Gala, he’s just relieved to finally be away from the prying eyes of cameras and the sight of you with that dickhead Tempo.

You look absolutely beautiful tonight. Positively stunning. And you barely even looked at him on the red carpet. It was only for a flitting moment that your eyes met, and in them, he saw only a wall that you were keeping up to keep him out.

The amount of disappointment he felt was astronomical, but he knows that he caused it. He knows that he deserves it. You owe absolutely nothing to him, especially after that Saturday night when he told you about his suspicions regarding Rei.

But even so, the anger he felt watching you with your ex tonight nearly overpowered him. How could you not see the red flags? How can you not see right through Rei’s bullshit? He can only wonder when he walks into the venue, admiring the decor.

The HPSC chose a gorgeous ballroom for tonight’s event with marbled floors, golden tapestries, and white table-clothed tables surrounding the floors in front of the large stage where a band is currently playing jazz renditions of popular pop songs.

Off to either side of the room are tables littered with luxurious delicacies and champagne flutes while a fountain where pink flowers bob in the water sits in the center of the room. Waitresses and waiters walk to and fro, offering h’orderves and extra champagne flutes filled to the brim to the famous, well-dressed guests walking about the room.

Not seeing his friends yet, Keigo hangs back in the cut and just observes people, wanting this thing to be over so he can win his award and leave for his afterparty. Everything is already set up at the venue, including the DJ, food, alcohol, and decorations.

He’s hoping you will show up as you said you would, but he’s starting to think that maybe that won’t be the case tonight. He has the chance to ask you when he sees you walk into the venue minutes later, your hand in Rei’s.

He looks away, not wanting to see you. It’s too painful seeing you look so gorgeous with such an asshole. A human stain. “Wow,” you cutely say in awe, marveling at the decorations and the decor of the venue. “This is so beautiful! They really went all out.”

“You ain’t kidding,” Rei agrees. “I’m shocked the floors aren’t paved in gold. And look at all of these waiters!”

Keigo knows he shouldn’t look, but he does, and as he turns to look at you and Rei, the bastard sees him. And he smirks. It is a cocky, knowing, and pisses Keigo off even more. Rei knows exactly what he’s doing and the effect he has on the winged pro standing there with you, eating up the cameras and attention.

Keigo knows he needs to keep his self-control. He needs to keep calm and collected for the sake of his relationship with you…but the petty side of him wins the war. He stands and struts over to you and Rei, relishing in the way your man’s smile falters a bit.

When he finally nears you, you finally notice him and your eyes grow wide, shocked to see him actually approaching you. Then they narrow as you probably think he is here to stir shit…which he is. “Well, I’m shocked to see you here, H/N,” he greets. “I thought you said you weren’t coming.”

Your eyes, looking so pretty all done up with glitter and lashes, sharpen like daggers at him. “I just changed my mind,” you reply, a little cooler than Keigo would’ve liked.

He sees you grip Rei’s hand, making your plus-one smile proudly. All he wants to do is wipe it off his face. “Where’s your guest, Hawks?” Rei asks, falsely concerned and majorly curious. You look just as curious and confused at Keigo’s arm being empty.

“Eh, she couldn’t make it,” he easily lies. “She had work.” He would definitely tell you that he and Sakura broke it off if Rei wasn’t standing right there, but something tells him that you wouldn’t want to hear that.

“So you managed to get her out of her condo, Tempo?” he jokes, cocking his head to the side.

You avert your eyes while Rei gives a fake laugh. “I’m just as surprised as you, but doesn't she look amazing?” he asks. He motions a hand over your gown, hair, and makeup, not once making you smile. “Got her a stylist and everything! Don’t you think she looks gorgeous, Hawks?”

A devious glint reveals itself in his eyes, irking Keigo to the point where his wings ruffle, especially when you look so uncomfortable. Rei is trying to get a rise out of him at the expense of your feelings, and it’s starting to work.

But a blessing of a distraction luckily stops him from possibly putting a fist in Rei’s face. “I know I do,” a familiar voice interjects from behind Keigo. “My, you three are a nice-looking group, indeed.”

He turns to find Nemuri looking like an old Hollywood vixen in a skin-tight purple dress that flares out at the bottom and leaves nothing to the imagination.

Rumi is with her and wearing a strapless, glittering silver dress that outlines her muscles while her hair is wrapped in an updo by her ears. She places her hands on her hips, eyeing the three. “Eh, I guess they clean up well,” she passively says. She nods at Keigo, smirking. “You should’ve left the wings though. They’re kinda over the top.”

Keigo smirks at her, moving to tug on one of her ears. “I’d say the same about those ears.” She swats him away while Nemuri gives a tittering laugh. It is the exact kind of silliness to break the ice that the tension between him, you, and Rei has caused.

Even better is when a waitress comes up to you and the group, smiling politely, with a tray of champagne flutes in her hand. “Champagne, anyone?” she chirps.

Rumi squeals and takes one while Nemuri politely thanks her but passes, wanting to save the alcohol for later. “Just one, thanks,” Keigo says, taking one of the glasses.

But at the sight of Rei whispering into your ear at the corner of his eye, he rethinks this. “Actually,” he mumbles, “gimme two of those.”

He takes another one, surprising Rumi, Nemuri, and you. The three of you share a look between each other, knowing that something is up, but he doesn't give a fuck. Because something is up. Nothing is normal and he isn’t going to hide it.

You give the girls a smile, not even looking at him. “Uh, we’re gonna go sit,” you awkwardly announce. “Come find us once the awards are done.”

You walk off with Rei hand in hand, going to find your assigned table which is four tables away from the stage in the center. Keigo doesn’t even know where his seat is and doesn’t really care. He would stand up for the whole night if he could.

Rumi shimmies up next to him, her Chanel perfume in his nose. “You know, you could always just talk to her in private instead of drinking it away, bird brain,” she whispers.

They both watch as Rei takes your seat out for you and then pushes it in once you’re sitting down. Keigo downs his first glass, about to move on to his second. “I’ll think about it after my third glass,” he acerbically replies.

Nemuri, who has been standing a good distance from him and Rumi, now scoots closer to them too. “Is everything okay?” she timidly asks, her eyebrows furrowed in concern.

Keigo immediately gives her a false smile, not wanting her or Yu’s night to be dampened by the drama. It’s bad enough that Rumi knows and she’s nominated for an award. He doesn’t need his other friends worrying over him.

“Yeah,” he reassures her. “You know I hate paparazzi though. I saw at least three camera lenses in those potted plants over there.”

He nods at the large potted plants near one of the exits where, sure enough, the lens of a camera glitters between one of the leaves. It’s always nice to have real things to use as excuses. Nemuri nudges his arm, giggling. “Least they’ll get your good side,” she jokes. That makes him laugh.

He tries to keep laughing the majority of the night before the awards start. He tries to ignore you and your ex by guzzling down champagne and fried chicken skewers at the snack table; chatting up his friends, coworkers, and colleagues; bothering Endeavor, and holding his stomach laughing at Ms. Joke’s horrible yet endearing bad jokes and her attempts at flirting with Aizawa (to which Mic doesn’t mind about because he thinks it’s hilarious).

But it all feels weird. Empty. Because he does all of this without you.

As the night goes on, he becomes restless without your company, seeing you with Rei. It’s like he’s your goddamn shadow! When you’re speaking to a fellow pro, there he is. When you’re getting yourself something to eat, there he fucking is. If you go to the bathroom, there he fucking is. He follows you around like a puppy, showing off your “relationship” to everyone in the ballroom.

Everyone is so happy for you, so overjoyed that you’ve finally come to a Gala with a date, but they have no idea. They have no clue of the facade Keigo can practically see melting off of Rei. You apparently have no clue either. You smile at Rei; rub his back; laugh when he whispers in your ear.

Keigo is fuming by the time he sits down, tipsy from the champagne. He sits at a table with Rumi, Yu, and Nemuri who are talking among themselves, not noticing how much their friend is hanging onto the last strip of self-control he has.

You and Rei have transitioned to the dance floor now, hand in hand, and have already had your fill of socializing. He watches, stewing with anger and envy, as Rei pulls you close by your arm so your body is flush with his. Then he takes one of your hands while your other falls onto his shoulder. He’s practically ready to tip over the table when he sees Rei’s hands fall to your waist.

The two of you begin to sway to the smooth jazz rendition of Beyoncè’s “Plastic Off The Sofa”, you softly singing the words while Rei laughs, smiling down at you. His hands linger on your hips and lower back, his fingers stroking down and up again.

He touches you the way Keigo wants to. The way he did that night at the hotel. He almost feels your soft skin on his fingertips; smells your perfume in his nostrils; tastes your–

“Keigo?” He turns, finding Rumi staring at him peculiarly. “You good?” she whispers, leaning in to avoid Nemuri and Yu catching her words. “Because you look like you want to strangle someone.”

She nods down at his hand which he realizes is gripping the tablecloth so hard that his knuckles are stark white. He quickly releases the tablecloth, ignoring Rumi’s concerned yet knowing look. “Yeah,” he exhales, trying to calm himself. “I’m fine.”

He tries to do breathing exercises which involve sucking in a breath, counting to five, and then releasing. It’s supposed to calm your heart rate and relax you…but he feels none of that as he watches you and Rei sway to the music, eyes on each other, and smiles on your faces.

When you suddenly lean your head on his shoulder and close your eyes, like nothing in the world matters but him, Keigo just about loses his cool. His nostrils flare as his breathing speeds up and his upper lip twitches. He’s about to blow. He can’t stay here. If he does, there is no telling what he’ll do.

“Hawks?” Nemuri questions, worry in her soft voice. “Are you alright?” She then gasps, earning his attention. She is staring at him with her hand at her mouth, shocked. “Darling, your wings!” she warns him. Rumi and Yu are ogling at him too, alarmed.

Keigo looks at his wings and startles. They are glowing red and each feather is sharp to the touch and vibrating with rage. He is ready to attack as if a villain is in the room tonight…that villain being Rei.

“What is it?” Yu asks, already flipping into pro mode and looking quite intimidating despite her hot pink gown and updo. “Is it a villain? Do I need to transform?”

“No, no!” Rumi quickly replies, stopping her from shifting into her giant mode. “Hawks just needs a walk outside.” She turns to him expectantly, her eyes sharp and urging. “Don’t you, Hawks?” she pushes.

Keigo is up immediately, being careful to not bump into anything or startle anyone else. He already feels horrible enough for alarming his friends with his bullshit. “Y-Yeah,” he stutters. “I’m sorry, ladies. I just need some air.”

Before either of them can say anything more, he hurries away from the table and across the ballroom to one of the exits that leads out to a ramp leading towards the gardens behind the venue building.

It is a perfect place to get away from the prying eyes of paparazzi and colleagues when you’re having a mental breakdown. Keigo practically catapults himself out of the door, passing by the security guards posted there, and rushes down the ramp to the gardens. As soon as the cool summer breeze hits his skin, he feels a lot better than he did staying in the ballroom.

The night is quiet, the muffled sound of the music inside the venue becoming quieter the further he walks away from the building. At the beginning of the gardens are stone benches sitting around a fountain spouting water from the mouths of two mermaid statues lounging on a large rock.

He begins to walk through the hedge maze that the gardens provide, admiring the beautiful flowers blooming all around him and the cherry blossom petals cascading down below from the trees above. The sky is starry and clear, not a cloud in the sky.

It is a beautiful, peaceful night, one that calms him the further he walks through the maze. He wonders if he’ll get lost in here among the sweet-smelling flowers and the towering hedges. He wonders if someone will come and find him. Would it be you?

“I hope you’re not deciding to stay out here all night,” Dabi suddenly says in his raspy, dry voice.

Keigo immediately skids to a stop and looks in the direction of the disembodied voice. He expects to see his friend standing there or maybe behind him, but all he sees is a hedge wall. He is alone…at least somewhat.

He walks towards the hedge wall and squints through the many leaves and cut branches. Sure enough, a crystal blue eye is staring back at him. “Shit!” he shouts in surprise, jumping back from the hedge.

Dabi begins to laugh in a dry, smoker's laugh, finding this creepy shit funny. “What the hell are you doin’ here?” Keigo hisses, keeping his voice low. “I thought you weren’t gettin’ dropped off till later for my party.”

At least that’s what they had planned on initially. “I pulled some strings,” Dabi deviously chuckles from the other side of the hedge wall. “And by that, I mean that I told my personal guard I’d keep quiet about him fuckin’ his boss on the low…well, I guess I broke that promise just now, didn’t I?”

The familiar, unmistakable sound of a lighter flickering fills the air along with the smell of cigarette smoke.

“What if someone catches you here?” Keigo hisses, worried and irked that his friend can be so careless. “You know they’ve got cameras everywhere. If somebody sees you–“

“Christ, when did you become so paranoid?” Dabi interjects, sounding disappointed. “And so damn uptight. Here, I thought you’d be glad to see me.”

Keigo sighs, harshly pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs tiredly. “I just need to be alone right now, Dabi.” He stares up at the sky, waiting for the stars to give him an answer to his problems. “I shouldn’t have even come to this stupid ass event,” he mutters.

“What, and miss out on gettin’ your shiny award?” Dabi asks jokingly. “And finally seeing our mutual friend realize her ex is a fake ass bitch. I mostly came here to see all of that unfold from the window. You know I’m a slut for drama.”

“That, you are,” Keigo agrees, chuckling a bit. “But I think you’re out of a show, man. She’s completely oblivious to the fact that her ex is a total bum and is only using her for popularity points.”

Dabi is silent, taking in this information for a moment. Around them, crickets chirp and a saxophone plays from inside the venue. “So are you gonna show her?” Dabi curiously asks.

“I’ve tried!” Keigo groans, exasperated. “I went to her condo, remember? She turned me away.”

He leans against the hedge wall, letting the leaves and branches poke him in the back. Now the gardens’ powers aren’t working on him anymore. He feels way less relaxed than he did walking in here.

“I’ve completely ruined my friendship with her, and for what?” he laments. "Just because I hate her man? If she’s happy with him then we should just–“

But he can't get the rest of the words out because his ass is suddenly burning hot. He yelps, jumping away from the hedge and using his wings to fan the sensation away. It fades as quickly as it came, leaving the fabric at the backside of his pants slightly burned.

He suddenly hears footsteps behind him and whirls around to see Dabi with one hand holding his cigarette while the other is encased in blue flames. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!” he angrily hollers.

Dabi blows the flame out, leaving his hand billowing in smoke. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” he retorts, irked.

He stands at the end of the trail, glaring Keigo down. “We aren't going to do anything, but you are going to show that girl that she can’t be happy with that fake motherfucker. You’ve been friends with her longer than me and you’re gonna just let her go like this?”

His blue eyes trail over Keigo’s form critically and Keigo feels the sting of shame as his friend does so. “You and I both know that he ain't good for her, Kei,” he firmly continues. “And I’ll be damned if I let her settle and find false happiness with a guy that doesn’t love her like you do. Even if she doesn't feel the same way, you need to tell her she deserves more than that prick.”

He nods towards the window, referring to Rei being just behind it. “You love her, don’t you?” he asks, staring at Keigo expectantly.

Keigo runs a frustrated hand down his face, but answers regardless of his frustrations because he knows Dabi will push the issue. “Yes,” he sighs.

Dabi steps closer to him, a stern look in his blue eyes. “Then you’d better get your narrow ass in there and tell her,” he replies, his voice barely above a growl. “And make sure you tell Rumi so she can put $50 on my commissary.”

Keigo scowls confusedly at his words until the realization hits him. “You bet on this?” he blurts, shocked. The stern look in Dabi’s eyes doesn’t leave, even when he passively shrugs and doesn’t deny nor confirm this.

He must expect Keigo to be angry and throw a fit at this, but he shocks Dabi and himself when he begins to laugh. It starts as a tiny bubble in his chest that expands until it bursts inside of him, leaving him in fits of giggles that have his shoulders shaking and him hugging his stomach. It makes Dabi crack a crooked smile as he watches his friend break free of his frustrations and the trap that is his mind, finally feeling more relaxed than he has all night.

When he finally manages to calm down and wipes his tears away, he notices that the music has stopped and applause has started. “Ladies and gentlemen, please take your seats!” the host announces. “We are about to commence the award segment of the Gala, beginning with a speech by the symbol of peace aka the one and only All Might!”

More applause, along with cheers, explode from the building. Keigo straightens up and calms himself, realizing that the time has come. “I’ll deal with you two assholes later,” he sighs, shoving Dabi back with his hand. “They’re about to announce the awards.”

Dabi nods, puffing on his cigarette as he begins to backpedal down the trail to exit the maze. “You’d better show up tonight so I can thank you with a round,” Keigo says with a smirk. “Tequila?”

Dabi’s eyes sparkle at the winged pro’s version of a thank you. “Only if I get to take a bottle back to my cell,” he chortles. “Now get in there and kick some ass.” Then, without another word, he disappears behind the hedge where he once was and grows silent, becoming one with the darkness for all Keigo knows.

He feels a lot more confident and less anxious when he walks back into the Gala. A hush falls onto the audience as Toshinori takes the stage, ditching his All Might persona in favor of his skinnier, lankier form in a black tux. He stands at the podium with cue cards, the audience in the palm of his hand.

“Good evening,” he says in his normal, low-toned voice. “I am very pleased to be standing among all of you tonight and extremely honored to be given a chance to open these awards with my speech. Tonight, we are gathered here not just as heroes, but as friends. A family. A team."

"No one but us knows or understands the hardships and challenges we have to go through day after day, whether they are injuries or missing out on time with loved ones to protect our city. And tonight, we’re here to celebrate and honor these challenges, hardships, and sacrifices.”

Applause breaks his speech for a moment along with a couple of whoops and cheers. He begins again, closing his speech off on a high and inspiring note: “Please, my friends: remember that even if you do not win an award, that doesn’t make you any less of a hero. And if you win one, that doesn’t make you more of one either."

"You are only a hero if you remember what matters most and why you fight every single day: to protect each other and the innocent lives that depend on our quirks. We fight to defend them and to defend each other. To keep each other safe. To love one another.”

Keigo doesn’t know why, but he looks at you and is shocked to find Rei’s seat empty. The audience applauds Toshinori as he walks off the stage, bowing as he does. The host walks back onto the stage, applauding the pro. “Thank you, Mr. All Might, sir!” he brightly says. "Now to present the first award category is Tempo!”

And here comes Rei from the side stage, confident and cocky with an award and an envelope in his hand. Keigo bites the inside of his cheek as he watches your ex lean over the microphone at the podium. “The award category is for Best Fighter,” he says into the mic. “The nominees are Eraserhead, Butterfly, Chain Link, and H/N.��

He pauses as the audience claps for each nominee. Keigo looks at you, unable to keep his eyes off of you. You have a blank look on your face as you look toward the stage, but he can tell you’re nervous from the way your hands shake against the table. He wants to be there to hold your hand. He wants to tell you that no matter what, you’re still an amazing fighter and hero.

“And the award goes to…” Rei pauses for dramatic effect as he tears open the envelope. Silence falls onto the crowd, including Keigo who waits for an answer with bated breath. Finally, Rei’s eyes light up and he gasps at the response. Keigo instantly knows that you’ve won. “My girlfriend!” Rei exclaims into the mic. “H/N, get up here and get your award, babe!”

Keigo stands up with Rumi, Nemuri, and Yu who holler and scream for you, their applause louder than the rest of the crowd that is now giving you a standing ovation. The screen hanging above the stage flickers on, showing your shocked reaction. It’s the cutest thing ever.

You stand and carefully walk to the stage, hiking up your dress to avoid tripping. Once you’re near, Rei takes your hand to help you up the stage’s steps before handing you your award and standing at the sidelines.

You turn to the audience as you face the podium, revealing your damp eyes and excited smile. Keigo has never been happier for you. “Oh, my God!” you shout tearfully, staring down at your award in shock. “I can't begin to say how much this means to me. I’ve trained and practiced for so long to improve my fighting skills, and now…now I feel like all of it means something.”

You pause to stare down at your award, your bottom lip wobbling. “I want to thank my family and friends for always supporting me, especially my dreams of becoming a pro. I want to thank my agency and publicist. Everyone on my team. My coworkers and colleagues. And especially my amazing fans who made this possible for me!”

You grin happily, overflowing with happiness as the applause grows louder like a roaring sea. Despite everything happening between you two, Keigo whistles for you, joining the adoring crowd. You deserve this moment and more.

“Thank you all so, so much!” you exclaim, teeming with joy and gratitude. You then go to walk off the stage with your award, but Rei blocks you. Your smile falters slightly, confused as to what he is doing. He just smiles, pressing a hand to your back.

“There’s just one thing I have to say before we move on,” he says, staring adoringly at you. The crowd’s applause dies down, filling the room with silence.

“Y/N, I can’t tell you how proud I am of you. I’ve seen you fight and you deserve this award more than anyone in here, including me. You’re so strong, intelligent, beautiful, and…and…” He pauses and slowly gets down onto one knee. “And I want you in my life.”

A hushed gasp emits from the crowd as he begins to reach into his jacket pocket. Your entire smile fades while Keigo’s stomach drops straight into his ass. “What the hell is he doing?” Rumi murmurs.

You’re wondering the same thing judging by your face, etched in confusion and fear. “What are you doing?” you softly ask, the mic picking up your words.

Rei grins up at you as he takes a tiny black box from out of his jacket and presents it to you, and the audience. “Now, this isn't an engagement ring,” he sheepishly admits, “but it is a promise ring. It’s a promise of my love and loyalty to only you.”

He opens it, revealing a gorgeous, 14k gold ring. The camera by the stage picks up each detail, including your birthstone etched into the metal.

Whispers and gasps of astonishment fill the air as the audience watches the scene unfold in real time.

Meanwhile, Keigo is fuming.‘This motherfucker!’ he thinks. He wants to fly onto that stage and deck this fool so bad, but he’ll be damned if he embarrasses you any more than your boyfriend is doing right now. You look like you want to crawl into a hole and die as Rei presents you with the promise ring, your eyes wide with fear.

“Y/N, I’ve made a lot of mistakes in my life,” Rei continues, “but I refuse to make the mistake of letting you go. I’ve been in love with you for so long and I want that love to make us stronger. The best power couple in the world!”

Dimples etch into his cheeks as he takes the ring out of the box, holding it out for your hand. “Will you join me, Y/N?” he asks, hope in his eyes. "Will you promise yourself to me too?”

The silence that falls onto the crowd is deafening. All eyes are on you now, anticipating an answer. You stare at Rei, wide-eyed, before looking out into the audience and cameras like a deer in headlights.

“I…I…” You stumble onto your words, your brain slowly processing your situation and what your ex is asking of you in front of your friends, colleagues, and dozens of fans behind their laptops and TV screens.

You look like you want to die right there. All Keigo wants to do is run up on stage, hide you behind his wings, and hold you forever.

But he can’t. All he can do is sit still and grip the table as shit continues to hit the fan. Finally, you crumble and look down at Rei, your bottom lip wobbling.

“I-I’m sorry,” you whimper as you rush off the stage, leaving your award sitting on the podium. Rei stares at you as you run off, confused and hurt, which pisses Keigo off to no end.

With the crowd still silent, the host quickly rushes onto the stage to save the show. “U-Uh, sorry to jump in, but moving on!” he quickly announces. “The next award category is…”

Keigo doesn’t even hear which one is next. He is too busy worrying over you. He notices Rumi stand up immediately, but he puts a hand on her arm. “No,” he firmly says. “I’ll go. You stay here.” Though she looks indifferent to the idea, she gives him a firm nod and sits back down.

Keigo is running after you immediately.

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