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#like okay I refuse to shit on anyoneâs queer rep parade#and apparently so does everyone else who agrees with me#because I see so many posts about the alleged healthiness of Stede and Edâs relarionship#and I know I am not crazy. nor am I alone in thinking âwhat healthy relationship???â#in the finale they are At Best taking their first solid steps towards a healthy relationship#but they havenât achieved that shit yet. they are actually still the men who didnât talk to each other. who ran away from each other.#you want to hope for the best. but it throws me off when ppl act like what we got was the best#posts like âoh even when he is furious enough to smash a chair into a wall he still wouldnât hurt stedeâ#the scene that reveals that Atede didnât explain anything and Ed didnât allow himself the closure of hearing explanations really should be#NOT considered evidence of healthy relationship#okay Iâm done I just get sick of seeing that gifset with its reblogs saying that and#âoh they did so well balancing the inherent violence of pirates against healthy relationshipsâ#girl WHAT healthy relationship?? thereâs not a single damn person at that dinner table that knows what a healthy relationship is!#(wait. forgot about Buttons)#(I want to ship these two losers but I want to ship it for the cringefail ongoing train wreck it is#not the perfect queer happily-ever-after-SOMEHOW fairy tale that I donât think canon supports)
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PRAISE, M. VERSTAPPEN.
ⶠSUMMARY. Max knows heâs good at his job, he was raised to be the best driver, the perfect son, and knows heâs talented. The bad thing is that he has to listen to people complimenting him almost everyday. He really thinks heâs good at hiding how shy and uncomfortable it makes him, and itâs just that Max canât seem to take compliments from anyone but you.
content warnings ⶠdisclaimers. fem!reader. lots of fluff. my favorite kind of max: flustered max. P in V. sub/dom dynamics. praise kink. unprotected sex, wrap it before you tap it kiddos. breeding kink. redbull racing slander because we are tired of them not doing their job. english is not my first language.
GWEN RAMBLES â i started writing this after the awful events of sunday, and finished it today! this was requested a while ago and to the person who asked for it â iâm sorry it took me so long! hope yâall like it. comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated.
Max gets uncomfortable when people compliment him. He knows he's good at what he does, knows heâs talented. And when people call him handsome? Compliment his hair? His arms? He has a hard time trying not to show how affected he actually is.
However, you know him in ways the rest of the world doesn't.
Max likes it when you compliment his cooking. It's not deserving of a five star Michelin rating, but good enough to eat and perfect the dish.
"How did you came up with this?" You ask, raising a spoonful of vegetables with a sweet and sour sauce.
Max can't keep his eyes off of you, waiting for your reaction patiently and anxiously. "I saw it in a video. But it was my idea to add the sauce to give it a little spin." He shrugs, his cheeks gaining a pretty pink color the second you make eye contact with him.
"It's delicious," You whisper, licking the rests of sauce from the spoon. Max's eyes glaze over and he forces himself to look away if he actually wants to make it through dinner. "You're such a good cook, Max. If you weren't a racing driver, I'm sure you would've had a restaurant."
Now, Max blushes furiously, the spoon falling from his fingers and on the plate. He opens his mouth to say something but nothing comes to mind, and you bite your lower lip to stop yourself from laughing at his flustered state.
Max likes it when you jump into his open arms after a good qualifying session or podium celebrations, all happy and giddy as he still tries to shake off the adrenaline.
"You did such a good job!" He wraps his arms around your waist, lifting you off the ground. He's still pretty much on cloud nine and with you in his arms it can't get any more perfect. "You were flying out there!"
âOh, I wouldnât go that far.â You are not looking at his precious face, but you know heâs blushing for the way his voice falters. Once he puts you down, Max hides his face away by busying himself with getting rid of his champagne-soaked race suit.
His reluctance to accept your compliment doesnât surprise you in the slightest, he always brushes them off. You thought he didn't like it at first, it was really awkward when you started dating and he would ignore you, but as time went on you learned that he just doesn't know how to react to them. His PR training has helped him a lot for when the press and the public in general praise him for his excellent driving and fast reflexes almost every day of his life, but Max still gets flustered when you are the one complimenting him. You love to tease him about it.
Max likes it when you praise him during sex.
Especially when he surrenders himself to you.
"Look at you," You coo at him, the back of your hand caressing his cheek ever so slightly. "being so good for me." Max draws in a sharp breath, your touch burning in the most delicious way even if you're barely doing it.
You press a kiss on his naked shoulder, his smooth and warm skin shining with sweat.
âIâm always good.â He rasps, leaning his head to the side and presenting his neck to you.
You laugh softly, moving away to look into the depths of his ocean blue eyes. âOf course you are.â The smile he gives you makes your heart hammer in your ears.
Max opens his mouth to speak but falls silent as you continue to kiss along his collarbones, running your tongue and creating a path down over his chest, your soft lips making contact with his nipples.
He arches his back when you capture a nub between your teeth, hands grabbing the sheets because he knows he canât touch you unless you allow him to. And heâs good. He wants to be good.
Max bites his bottom lip as you pinch his other nipple with your fingers. Heâs having a hard time trying to stay still, his whole body shivers at your ministration.
âAlways so sensitive.â You say, swiping your thumb over the pebbled flesh. Max only nods, his blushed face twisted in pleasure. âSuch a good boy, uh?â
You lift your skirt up to straddle his hips, sitting just above his hard cock, still tucked away in his trousers.
âYou did such a good job today.â You say, rocking your hips and planting your hands on his stomach. Max groans, shaking his head. âWhat was that?â
âIt was,â He sighs, closing his eyes to try and regain some control over his body, but heâs sensitive and can feel your slick dripping over his clothed cock. âIt was awful today.â
You tsk, nodding your approval. âIt was.â His face falls for a moment, expression somber. âThey donât deserve you, not at all.â His eyes shine again, just like that. âYouâre practically doing everything by yourself, isnât that right?â
âY-yes.â His knuckles are white from gripping the sheets trying to follow your earlier instructions, so you take pity on him. Your touch is soft as you take his hands and place them on your waist, and Max doesnât waste a second on gripping you so hard you know youâll have bruises the size of his hands tomorrow. The mere thought of walking around with his bruises makes you clench around nothing.
âNo one is doing it like you, Max.â You purr his name, and his eyes roll to the back of his head.
Max lets out a low groan, hips thrusting up with force. He needs release. He needs you.
âPlease.â He whispers, and you lower yourself to be at the same level, lips grazing his.
âWhat do you need?â
âPlease,â He says again, almost whining. âPlease.â
âYou need to use your words. I donât know what your please means, Max.â You pinch his nipple and he gasps, tilting his head.
His pupils are blown wide when he opens his eyes to look directly into yours. âI want â please I want you to ride me.â His voice breaks in a moan.
âSee?â You cup his jaw, thumb caressing his bottom lip. âThat wasnât so hard.â
Maxâs mind is blank except for thoughts of you. You on top of him. You taking care of him. You fucking him. You, you, you.
You use his chest for support as you help him get rid of his trousers and your skirt. Now, both of you are completely naked and Max canât fight the moan that slips from his lips when he feels the heat of your cunt against his hard and leaking cock. Itâs painful.
Max gazes down and his mouth waters. The thought of laying you down and claiming his favorite spot between your legs to taste you is almost enough to send him over the edge.
You trail your hand down his chest, not breaking eye contact, not wanting to miss any of his reactions. Like the way his entire face twist in pleasure, his eyebrows furrowing and his mouth hanging open, when you wrap your hand around his cock.
Max still has a little of self control but itâs exhausting, he doesnât know how much he can actually take before reaching his limit and spilling his seed. And he doesnât want to waste it. He wants to come inside of you, wants to fill you up and stay there. So he says it.
And you shudder in response. Youâre soaking wet, so itâs enough to not need prep, even though Max is big and he loves to prep you for it; you want it to hurt today, you want to be sore and feel him all day.
You guide his cock with trembling hands, feeling the tip fighting its way into your cunt.
You place both hands on his chest as he grips your hips as his life depends on it. You sink down on him, adjusting and pressing down slowly. It is torture for Max, you see it in the way his jaw tenses and sweat coats in his forehead. But he doesnât protest, he takes everything you give him in silence.
âYou feel,â You gasp at the sensation of finally having him deep inside of you. Max tosses his head back when he feels you clench around him. âso,â He moans louder, bucking his hips into you as you start riding him, fingernails scrapping his skin. âgood.â
You take him deeper every time you raise your hips, letting yourself fall down hard, your clit grinding against his skin and making you moan loudly.
Max is mesmerized by the view.
And Max really doesnât know where to look. If your contorted face and mouth open, moans and praises falling from your lips mixing with the squelching sounds of your cunt. Or your breast bouncing with every move. Or the connection between your bodies, how his cock disappears inside of you over and over again, driving him closer to the edge.
âFucking me so good,â You start babbling, and Max knows youâre close to your orgasm.
He pulls you down against him and starts thrusting into you with urgency. You tuck your head against his neck and sink your teeth into his skin, marking him. Claiming him.
His cock digs deep inside, the tip rubbing against that sensitive spot that makes you tremble and see stars behind your eyelids.
Max reaches his climax with loud moans and calls of your name. He fills you up and continues to fuck his seed into you until your whole body goes still and the whole world cease to exist except for you and him.
Max doesnât pull out until heâs certain youâve taken every last drop. It is only when it gets cold and you want to cuddle under the blankets that you move off him, his pout at not having your weight on top of him making you giggle.
âDid so good.â You whisper, not recognising your own broken voice. âMy sweet boy.â
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Okay I finally had time today to finish watching your video and my god thank you!!!
You perfectly explained all of the reasons I dropped Only Friends half way through and only watched the specific scenes lots of the fandom talked about after that. The fandom had way more to do with why I dropped it than anything the show ever did and it only got worse the longer the show went on.
Like you explained in the video, I also had figured out towards the beginning of the show that it likely wasnât going to be as messy as we all wanted it to be (myself included) but I still settled for a good ride and for Jojo and Den and Ninew to tell as true a story as they could (and I think they succeed) but watching the fandom take a tail spin into anger made me want to watch it less and less, to the point where I tried to stay off tumblr as much as I could the day the finale aired because I KNEW the reactions were going to be bad. Now watching some people go after Jojo like they go after Mame has just made me never want to interact with some people ever again. Itâs frustrating and I love so many people in this fandom so I mostly tried to stay quiet about my dislike of it.
P.S. The stuff about TopMew and ForceBook. Couldnât agree more. I like TopMew more than most I think (because I love the bickering married couple trope Iâm not sorry) but the fact that there were times (from what I watched and other specific scenes from the episodes I didnât) that I genuinely wondered why they were together and why they shouldnât break up and the awkward chemistry is a testiment to ForceBook and abilities and yet people just went after them and the people who liked them and just made me go âbig yikesâ and also âplease donât do thatâ (also would like to echo that MJ please donât delete your account I love you so much)
P.P.S. thank you for the stuff about pathologizing characters and especially about whether or not actions should be considered abusive or not. While you were speaking specifically to OFMD (which I have not seen) as well as your own experiences, it also spoke to me with regards to the way some of the fandom has treated Ray in OFTS. Week after week I would have sit and try to calm myself down after the show aired because of it. Because no he does not react well when things donât go his way and yes he will resort to insulting/mistreating people he does genuinely care about when he is upset and he will absolutely say things he does not mean and will later regret but he does it anyway because he has no better way of expressing himself. While I do not think he has ADHD and the often resulting RSD, he definitely has trauma (likely stemming from parental neglect) that makes him react the way someone with ADHD (and RSD) would. In my most bitter moments, I sat here and just went âtell me youâve never suffered from low self worth/self esteem, depression and suicidal ideation or never suffered parental neglect of any kind without telling me youâve never suffered those thingsâ because it felt like so many people were invalidating my own lived experiences and calling me abusive for also having done some of those things. (Because ADHD/RSD and depression/anxiety/passive suicidal ideation are a bitch of a combination I wouldnât wish on my worst enemy). Rayâs lived experiences with his mental health and parental situation (at least in terms of parental neglect) are pretty similar to my own (barring addiction) and watching other people simplify it and call him abusive towards others (especially Sand) to justify why they donât like him or why they think another character has the moral high ground above him (which they do not, thatâs the whole fucking point of the show) felt a lot like people telling me that they have the moral high ground on me and Iâm a terrible person for having suffered those things and having reacted in similar ways to him. Ray might not be a perfect character and he does treat a lot those around him like crap because of his issues, which is not okay, but the fact that he gets help towards the end and hopefully starts becoming a better version of himself makes me feel hope for my own continued work on myself but seeing so many people just continue to shit on him makes me even more scared to interact with people in the fandom then I already was because what if they realize I can be like that too and thus decide they donât want to know me at all?
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made a video dissecting Clexa, Izzy's death, the messy ending of Only Friends, and Gaylors. please pray for me đ
#anyway iâm going to stop there because this rant is too long#sorry about that#but yeah#ray isnât perfect but damn do i feel seen by him#getting way too personal here but yeah#so much of how i interact with people is informed by my belief that i am worth nothing#even though i know intellectually that that is wrong and i am worth something#the most extreme of the reactions in here throw me back to that place i was at when i was rayâs age#so yeah#thatâs why i dropped only friends#i tried to keep interacting for a while#reading meta and reblogging gifsets and stuff#but eventually it became too hard to do that#have kind of started again now that itâs over#just being happy that ray got to be happy at the end#and hopefully improving himself#because it gives me hope for myself#ray is not a goodâąïž or specialâąïž but he does make me feel seen in a way#anyway idk how to end all of that#sorry again for the long ramble#i think i just needed to get it out#feel free to tell me to delete it if you need me too#iâm not sure exactly what my point is even supposed to be#hahaha#all that being said#very good video#everyone go watch the full video#please
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everything comes out teenage petulance
pairing: bucky barnes x curvy!reader
warnings: angst, fluff, talk of insecurities, talk of rejection, virgin!reader but no smut - just mentioned, mutual pining - requited love - leaning toward idiots in love, hurt/comfort, pet names (sweetheart, doll), happing ending per usual. if iâm missing something important, pls lmk!
words: 4.3k
aspen!!! itâs crazy you sent this bc i was just about to start writing a little bucky fic and what better gif to use than this đ lol seriously perfect timing! tysm đ„°đ«¶đ»
and another huge thank you to you, ray for helping me out with the final edit!! @whatever-lmaoo i appreciate you sm! đ«¶đ»
notes: had an idea, saw this gif, and then bam! here we are. yes i was clearly listening to down bad while working on this, but i promise it is not as sad as the song! also this fic is insanely self indulgent and iâm not even a little bit sorry lol. i do hope you enjoy this, and thank you in advance for reading! as always, comments and reblogs are more than welcome and so so appreciated! let me know your thoughts đ©”
Youâre holding in the emotions threatening to spill out of you as you step off the elevator to the living quarters of the tower. You know no one else is here, everyone out on missions or gone for some downtime out of the city, but still, there are cameras everywhere and you donât need your impending breakdown to be recorded.
You pull your slipping bra strap up your shoulder and mindlessly pull at the hem of your dress as you walk further into the darkened living room, your heels clicking on the floor as you go.
Your head is down as you near the kitchen so you donât see the light radiating from the open fridge, but you hear it as the door closes loudly. You startle and whip your head to the kitchen, finding the one person you really donât need seeing you in your current state staring over at you.
âFuck, Bucky,â you breathe as you have a hand over your heart. His mouth is open as his eyes scan your body, roving up and down and making you feel even more self conscious than you were before. âWhat are you doing, I thought I was the only one here for the weekend?â
âLittle early for Halloween, isnât it?â He asks, ignoring your question.
Your brows furrow in confusion, âWhat?â
âYouâre dressed like a clown, arenât you?â
Youâre essentially frozen as you take in his words. The fear that came over you at his surprise appearance had your self pity and consciousness forgotten for a moment but now it was back. And it was worse. You donât do anything but stare at him for a second, youâre afraid if you speak or even try to move you will break down in tears and - fuck - you can feel your eyes welling as they begin to sting. You take a sharp breath and swallow hard, nodding once as your lips purse and you blink. You turn stiffly and walk away without a response.
Heâs right behind you, though and you donât make it two steps before Bucky grabs your arm.
âWow, hey, come on, I was joking,â he breathes a disbelieving laugh as he tries to turn you toward him.
You fight him and pull your arm away, âokay,â you huff, just wanting to get away from him before the dam really breaks.
He lets you go but trails behind you as you walk faster down to your room.
You push your door open and donât turn around as the tears finally begin to fall, trying to shut the door behind you without having to look at him.
He sticks his foot in front of the door as you try shutting it and keeps it open.
âGo away,â you nearly growl through tears, your voice sounding tight and if he hadnât already caught on to your crying, there was really no way to deny it now.
He doesnât say anything but he does push your door open enough to slip through it. It falls shut as you stand with your back to him, sniffling and trying desperately to stop the flow of tears that are drowning you, arms crossed over your chest as you work to control your breathing. You just want him to leave you alone so you can cry in peace.
âLook, Iâm sorry if I hurt your feelings, I really didnât mean it, I was just kidding,â he begins softly, âbut you and I both know Iâve said worse to you before, so,â he hedges, âmaybe it wasnât what I said that made you cryâŠâ
âI dont wanna talk about it, Bucky. Why are you even here? Just leave me alone,â your voice trembles despite yourself.
He sighs heavily and you see him from your mirror as he runs a hand through his hair and takes a cautious step closer to you, âYeah,â he breathes, âI dont think Iâm gonna be able to do that, sweetheart.â
You bristle at the petname and canât help the sob that leaves you as the reminder of how your date went tonight plays in your head.
âGo away,â you whine as more tears fall and you try to turn further from him - as if that were possible. Your eyes squeeze shut in a futile attempt to stop crying, a pathetic pout on your lips as you try to stifle your sobs.
A gentle pull on your arms has you turning around, you donât have it in you to stop him as Bucky gingerly pulls you closer. Youâre too embarrassed to open your eyes as you cry harder and when you feel his strong arms around you, holding you to him, the tears only come faster. You feel yourself lean into him as you mindlessly bury your face in his chest, hugging him tight like heâs the only thing keeping you upright.
His warm hand is rubbing up and down your back as your walls continue to crumble around him.
âItâs not fair,â you blubber like a child into his shirt.
He doesnât respond, waiting for you to continue as he keeps rubbing your back in an attempt to comfort you, his brows furrowing as he wonders what couldâve happened tonight to cause this.
Heâs never seen you this way and he hates it - hates that youâre upset and crying, anyway. The way you feel in his arms, holding onto him like this, well thatâs a different storyâŠ
Heâs keeping his anger at bay until he knows exactly what went down, but he knows you had a date tonight, and the only reason heâs here when he had plans to be out of town this weekend is because you were going to have the place to yourself, and he couldnât get the idea of you bringing your date back here alone out of his head. Immature, sure, but he didnât know what else to do but wait around to scare whoever it was you were out with away before they had a chance to so much as see you out of your shoes.
Heâs even more grateful now that he decided to change his plans last minute. He was surprised to see you coming in alone, and if he wasnât so caught up in how damn good you looked tonight, he probably wouldâve noticed your mood before he decided to open his stupid mouth. But thatâs your thing; the teasing, the bickering, the tit for tats. He was expecting a jab right back, but when he saw your eyes watering at his words, he felt sick. He couldnât let you walk away crying, he couldnât stand to see you so upset. Especially because of him. But now, as you stand here in his arms, so uninhabited and vulnerable, he knows it wasnât because of him. And when he finds out exactly what or who it was that made you so upset⊠god help them.
âItâs not fair,â you mumble your cry again, âI just,â you hiccup, âwhy canât I be pretty,â you sob.
Itâs takes a second for the words to register before Bucky can react. âWhat?â he questions harshly, pulling you away from him, his hands on your arms as your tear streaked face and bleary eyes peer up at him.
Your eyes squeeze shut again as your crying continues and you fall into him again, not wanting to look at him as you make your confession. âI just want,â you cry, âto be pretty. I want someone to like me. To love me,â you eke out, your heartbreak evident in your voice. âNo one loves me,â you mutter defeatedly. âNo oneâs ever loved me and no one is ever gonna love me,â you sob, grabbing his shirt as you cry into his chest harder.
âWhat exactly did this asshole say to you?â Bucky knows he needs to calm down but what heâs hearing from you right now is going to drive him insane. Why in the world would you ever say or think this about yourself? Your date had to have done or said something, heâs sure of it.
âNothing,â you dismiss, âI mean, nothing wrong or mean. They were nice about it, I just,â you canât help but cry more. âIâm not their type. Which is fine,â you try to shake your head and rationalize yourself into stopping crying, âthatâs fine, I know Iâm not everyoneâs type,â you gesture vaguely down your body, âand I wasnât super into them, either, I was just trying to put myself out there for once and I just, ugh,â you bemoan. âI dont know why I was expecting anything different. Itâs never been different, wonât ever be different. Iâm just, me. And they said what everyone always thinks, Iâm a sweetheart, Iâm just not their type,â you shrug before your tears bubble up once more and you let your face fall back into Buckyâs chest.
âIf I was skinny, or pretty, or nicer,â you babble before Bucky cuts you off.
âDoll, stop it,â he orders firmly, surprising you as he suddenly lifts you effortlessly off your feet and has you clinging to him as he walks the short distance to sit you on your bed.
Youâre stunned silent as tears continue to roll down your cheeks and even more surprised as Bucky kneels before you, making sure youâre looking him in his clear blue eyes. His gaze is intent and penetrating and you couldnât look away if you wanted to. Heâs so closeâŠheâs never been this close to you before and you feel your breath trapped in your chest as you watch him.
âYouâre fucking beautiful,â he says seriously, as if itâs the most obvious thing in the world and youâre an idiot for ever thinking otherwise.
His sincerity has your stomach twisting and your shame and disbelief has your tears falling again.
Your lips quiver as your pout remains, and you shake your head.
âDonât do that,â he admonishes, hand gently grabbing your chin and making you look at him again. You swallow hard at the soft touch and the tenderness in his eyes. âHear me when I say this, doll. You are absolutely beautiful. Exactly the way you are. Fuck âtypeâ.â
You wince at his words, and you canât help but look away again. Itâs easy for him to say, heâs goddamn gorgeous and everyone knows it.
âI appreciate what youâre trying to say, but you really just donât get it,â you shake your head. âYou could walk down the street and get anybody you wanted with one look,â you smirk softly. âYouâre everybodyâs type.â
âYou donât need to be anyoneâs âtypeâ, sweetheart,â he says.
âYeah, and Iâm not,â you reiterate harshly before taking a breath, not wanting to work yourself up again. This is stupid and you know it and it feels even more mortifying to be talking about this with not only the most attractive man youâve ever known, but also the man youâve been down bad for for so long. Deep down you know you donât really care what most anyone else thinks, thereâs really only one person you care about not finding you attractive, and youâve worked to get over that sting of unrequital for a long while now, but fuck, everything just feels so heavy tonight. Itâs not even that itâs just not him, which still gets to you every time youâre reminded of it, itâs that itâs not anyone.
And itâs not that you even want anyone else⊠you donât, but knowing thereâs really no one interested in you, the very real prospect of being alone forever, it got to you tonightâŠ
âYou donât know that,â he says lowly.
âBucky,â you roll your eyes, not only in annoyance, but also to keep the threatening renewal of tears at bay.
âSo what youâre not some random person you donât even likeâs type,â he dismisses, placing his hands on your thick thighs as he stays kneeled before you, and you arenât sure if he even realizes heâs doing it as his thumbs rub there softly, âyouâre my type,â he defends.
You could curl up into a ball right now and die, there is no way youâre this fucking pathetic you have Bucky Barnes on his knees trying to convince you he thinks youâre pretty. As if this night couldnât get any worse or more embarrassing.
Youâve seen the people Bucky has brought back here before. He certainly had a type, and you are certainly not it.
âYou donât have to say that, Bucky,â you blink away from his gaze. âItâs nice that you feel bad for me,â you sniffle, wiping at your tears with the sleeves of your dress, âbut you really donât have to.â
âWhy do you think I feel bad for you?â He questions, moving to look you in the eyes once more, his confusion clear on his face.
You shrug, turning your head to again avoid eye contact, âIâm pathetic,â you laugh sardonically, wiping at the tears still slipping, slower now but still evident.
âYouâre pathetic?,â Bucky chuckles, his soft touches on your thighs ceaseless. He bites his lip as he glances down to his hands, spreading his fingers wide before he squeezes you a bit, and if you arenât reading into it, youâd say he seems the slightest bit nervous, his hold on you as much to try to comfort you as it is to comfort him, âIâm the one who bailed on guys weekend just to make sure you didnât bring anyone home tonight,â he admits, causing you to finally look him in the eye again. What did he just say? Youâre baffled and itâs evident as your brows furrow and you frown. He continues, âOr if you did, to make sure they wouldnât stay long,â he half smirks, half grimaces.
âWhat?â you breathe out.
âNot the most mature move, I know, but,â he says, running a hand through his hair before he rubs the back of his neck, having the decency to at least be a little embarrassed by his plan. âThe thought of you with someone elseâŠanyone else,â he shakes his head. âI canât stand it.â
You canât possibly be hearing what youâre hearing, right? You donât move or speak for a long moment as you try to make sense of what Buckyâs saying to you because clearly youâre not hearing correctly.
âYou canât standâŠâ you process aloud, âthe idea of me being with someone?â
He breathes a laugh as you stare at him dumbly, his nervous habit of pushing his long hair back from his face shines again while he chuckles. âDoll, I canât stand the idea of you being with anybody who isnât me,â he clarifies.
âWhat are you-?â you shake your head, âWhat do you mean?â
His big hands return to your thighs as he gently squeezes you. âI mean that if you had come home with someone tonight, I wouldâve made sure they didnât stay more than a minute to say goodbye.â
You snort a laugh, wiping another tear from your cheek. Thatâs crazy.
âPlease. âM not that kinda girl anyway, Buck,â you say. âI uhm,â you clear your throat, clearly a little uncomfortable with what youâre about to say, but fuck, youâve already embarrassed yourself this much tonight, whatâs a little more confessing gonna hurt, âIâve neverâŠdone, anything. With anyone.â You admit, looking down at your hands in your lap.
Itâs a moment before Bucky speaks again.
âNever?â
You shake your head slowly side to side, lips pursed, âNo,â you murmur.
âThatâs impressive,â he breathes.
You quirk a brow at his response.
âMean, you gotta be batting people off like crazy,â he says, his warm hand once resting on your thigh now thoughtlessly trailing down the soft skin of your leg.
âNo,â you state slightly annoyed and ever embarrassed. âNot like anyoneâs ever been interested,â you trail off.
Bucky laughs again, not so nervous now, more in disbelief, âYouâre so blind,â he muses, âI feel so bad for everyone who has ever been interested in you.â
Your face shows your taken offense but Bucky keeps talking before you can say a word about it.
âIf you really think no oneâs ever been attracted to you, youâre fucking crazy, sweetheart.â
You gape like a fish for a millisecond, opening and closing your mouth as you blink down at your thighs, his metal hand holding your right thigh softly and the fingers of his right hand dancing along the exposed skin of your left.
âIâm not crazy,â you mutter as his hand slips higher up your leg.
âYou are,â he argues lightly, âand you make me crazy,â he says softer, blue eyes gleaming up at you. âHave you not heard a word Iâve said tonight?â He pauses, debating on whether or not he wants to say what heâs about to say before he decides to throw caution to the wind and finally admit his true feelings to you, as clearly as he possibly can this time. âYouâre all I ever think about. Not just because of how pretty you are, either,â he smirks, growing more confident now and loving the way you react to his touch as his hands smooth along your soft thighs, goosebumps rising in his wake as he hears your breathing stutter. âItâs so much more than that,â he breaths in, âitâs every single thing about you. Your snark,â he smiles, âyour strength. Your bravery, your stubbornness. Your lame jokes,â he pauses to admire the slant of your lips as you fight a soft smile, âyour laugh. Your kindness, your friendship. Youâre one of the best people Iâve ever known. The whole damn package, doll. And thatâs without even bringing looks into it, because fuck,â he scoffs, âitâs a real shame you donât see what everyone else sees.â
You dare a glance back at his penetrative gaze, ââŠAnd what, exactly, is that?â you reply timidly, but desperately wanting to hear his answer.
âA real life goddess,â he admires as he leans closer to you, his hands now well under the hem of your dress as they inch further and further up your thighs.
Your stomach is in a flurry as a tingle sparks inbetween your legs at his touch.
He leans up to you slowly, testing your waters as he gets closer and closer to your lips. Youâre barely breathing when his nose brushes yours and you take a shaky breath when his hands leave your thighs and come to gently hold your face.
âYouâre insanely pretty, and likable, and lovable, and you donât need to be skinny for anyone to find you attractive. Youâre gorgeous, inside and out. And I donât wanna hear you talking about yourself like you were ever again, you hear me?â He questions quietly, intent but caring as he holds your glistening gaze in his.
You nod lightly, knowing tonight you werenât your typical self. You had a hard night, and you let those old mean, destructive and intrusive thoughts get to you. You really do know better, but youâre human. And everybody has those days. Youâre suddenly feeling even more grateful for Buckyâs unexpected presence tonight. If he wasnât here, youâre sure youâd have spent the night in a spiral of self hatred and pity and wouldâve probably cried yourself to sleep.
Your tears are dry now, though. And Bucky is still so close, his touch so gentle as his brilliant blue eyes swim with his care for you. Youâve seen it before, but itâs never felt so real and intimate as it does now, knowing what you know now.
Heâs here tonight because of you. For you.
Heâs not expecting anything, and youâre not sure how much youâre ready to give, but as he smiles that lopsided smile at you, you canât help yourself as you lean into him, too. Itâs slow and cautious as your lips brush his, and then you let your eyes flutter closed as you finally kiss him. Itâs almost embarrassing how many times youâve dreamed of kissing Bucky, but none of them played out like this, none of them ever came close. His lips are soft, his hands firm as he holds your face and you readily let him lead you as he kisses you back.
It ends all too quickly as he pulls away slightly, his tongue slipping past his lips as he savors the taste of you, his forehead touching yours as he maintains your closeness.
âAnd just for the record, I donât think you look like a clown,â he shakes his head while you let out a quiet laugh. âI think your makeup looks great, and this dress,â he sighs with a near groan, moving his hands to settle on your wide hips, squeezing ever so slightly, sending more sparks to light in your core as you almost mewl at his touching, âI know you know you look good,â he smirks. âI was just being stupid wanting your attention.â
âWell,â you start with a slight eye roll, âI mean, who could really blame you?â
He smiles brightly at that, his laugh warming you as he leans in to kiss you again. âThereâs my girl,â he murmurs against your lips.
âYour girl?â You ask, a near whisper as his words have your heart skipping a beat, eyes still closed from the kiss before you slowly blink them open. He nods.
âIf you wanna be,â he breathes, blue eyes bearing into yours. âIâve been trying to figure out how to finally admit how crazy I am for you without making myself look like a complete idiot,â he simpers, his signature smirk on display, âobviously didnât avoid that, but, now you know. Iâm crazy about you, doll.â His thumb rubs your cheek softly as he keeps you close, âI wanna be with you,â he breathes, âin any way youâll have me. So, if you wanna be my girl,â
You smile softly, nodding as you cut him off, âI wanna be.â
You see his toothy smile before Bucky kisses you hotly as he surges up without warning, hoisting you up with him as you squeak into his mouth, arms clinging around his neck as his own hold you under your bottom. His strength is so effortless it surprises you for a second, but in an instant you get more comfortable in his hold as he continues kissing you. His smile grows on his lips as you kiss him back in kind until youâre forced to break away for a breath.
âIâm not happy you were so upset earlier,â he says as he catches his breath, forehead pressing to yours as you tuck his falling hair behind his ears while he holds you, âbut Iâm so fucking glad you came back here alone.â
âWell, Iâm not happy you were trying to ambush me,â you joke, âbut Iâm really glad you were here tonight,â you whisper the words as your hands play in his hair, noses brushing, youâre still so close.
Youâre staring into each otherâs eyes until your gaze falls to his lips. Bucky kisses you again, so much softer than he did before.
âMe too,â he whispers softly. You smile and then pat his shoulders. He gets your message and gently lets you go as your heels touch the floor.
âI know itâs late,â he starts, closing the small distance between you as he takes a step closer, not wanting to be too far from you, already missing your proximity, âbut you were expecting a nice date tonight, and you didnât get one,â he sighs, âI just donât think thatâs right,â he exhales with that âhear me outâ purse of his lips. You eye him expectantly, fighting a smile as you wait for him to get it out.
âWhat do you think about catching a movie and grabbing food at that place you like? With me,â he adds as if it wasnât obvious, earning a bright laugh from you for the first time tonight. âItâs a Saturday, so you know theyâre open late anyway,â he rambles.
You lean into him with your shoulder as you stand so close to each other, getting his attention back on your face as you smile. âI would really like that, Bucky,â you nod. âIâm just gonna,â you wave a hand around your face, âfix this up a bit.â
He laughs as he rubs a streak of black from under your eye, âstill beautiful,â he simpers.
Your entire body warms at his touch and his admiration as you grab his hand gently in yours and pull him closer. He seems to read your mind as his arms circle you and he leans in to take your lips in his.
Itâs sweet and so natural itâs hard to believe you guys hadnât done this sooner. The friendship was always there, but you never knew the feelings were too. All this time you convinced yourself your harbored feelings for Bucky were unreciprocated, and all the while, he was trying to figure out how to confess his own to you.
You laugh quietly into the kiss, amusement playing on your lips as you think back on every encounter youâve had with Bucky that had you falling harder and harder for him.
âWhatâs funny?â He asks as you part with a grin.
âItâs just, all so obvious now,â you giggle. âI always thought I was reading into things with you, that you were just being nice, just wanted to be friends,â you trail off, swaying closer to him in your heels. âBut, this whole time,â you blink up at him, lips parted gently as he keeps your body to his, holding you close.
âThis whole time,â he simpers, a soft smile on his lips. âWhat the hell took us so long?â
âUhm,â you muse aloud, âprobably our combined stupidity,â you joke as he chuckles, his smile never wavering as he keeps his eyes on you, âbut, letâs just call it fate,â you shrug on a soft exhale. You lean closer to Bucky even more, letting your lips brush his again, the feeling one you donât think youâll ever tire of, âno better time than the present, right?â
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[Dance with The Devil] [movie!Shadow x reader headcanons]
Summary: a collection of random headcanons/small scenarios based on my "Click Click Boom" post for Shadow!
Word count: 1.5k
Disclaimer (1): Harkness scale people, he is of age and can consent and is sentient. I'm allowed to want to kiss the hedgehog.
Disclaimer (2): This can be read as Romantic or Platonic! Though I did write it to be implied romance.
A/N: Yall asked for more, who am I to deny the people (I imagine kissing him every second of the day). I tried to hit a lot of asks all in one to give eveyrone what they asked for! I hope y'all enjoy! Reblogs and comments are super appreciated and motivate me to write more <3
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Shadow is so extremely overprotective of you, borderline to an unhealthy agree but is it really when you're welcoming to it??
You, by all means, shouldn't encourage him. He's one of the strongest beings on the planet. He can't just make threats, God knows if he'll act out on them.
You can't help but let it happen though, a warm fuzzy feeling deep in your chest clouds your judgment for a few moments. Knowing that Shadow sees you as someone worth protecting, of caring for.
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Shadow baring his fangs at Sonic and fucking growling is new though.
"Shadow did you just- did you just fucking growl?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Sonic was just trying to hug me dude, relax.'
"He'll get his scent all over you. No."
Shadow turns his back on you, so he misses the blush that overtakes your entire face.
He has an inkling though, if the strangled cry from your throat is any indication.
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Riding ! With ! Him !!! He takes you on drives all the time, it helps him clear his head and it's his way of asking for physical contact without giving you idea, feeling you against his back and your body pressed up against his does wonder for his mental health, he'll purposefully take longer routes and side roads at night to keep you close.
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If you fall asleep on the couch, Shadow isn't gonna curl up with you, but he's next to the couch, head propped up against the arm rest as he watches over you. He's well aware he could just teleport you both to your room, but you look too peaceful :( and he knows he takes up all your time and energy, so he rather let you rest.
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Shadow always walks behind you. It's a nervous habit. If he wanders behind, he has the perfect view to scan for threats.
You go to tell him he's being paranoid, but stop yourself. The last person he cared for died, the girl who gave him a purpose. You shut your joke down fast, shaking your head when Shadow raises an eye bridge at your expression.
"Do you want to hold my hand?" You go with that instead.
"Absolutely not."
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Please god can you imagine shopping for him, getting his leather jackets and what not bc he fucking deserves it, especially when you nervously claim that he needs the correct gear for riding his motorcycle and he hits you with:
"That's useless, I can easily chaos control if need be."
BUT HE DOESN'T RIDE WITHOUT IT EVER !!!! You even got it monogrammed, and he runs his thumb across it often, scoffing at himself when he realizes, snatching his hand away.
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Shadow likes to be useful, even though you tell him again and again that he doesn't owe you anything, he doesn't listen.
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If you wear makeup and ever fall asleep in it, you can't ever seem to remember if it was you who took it off, your memories jumbling up together to the point you're not sure.
It was Shadow, he knows you don't like showing others your bare face, which he thinks is ridiculous as shit, he likes you as you are, whether with makeup or bare, you're you.
Please I could cry imagining him so gently taking a makeup wipe and rubbing small circles to get that waterproof eyeliner off of you, eyes laser focused into his task. I'm gonna throw up.
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In the colder months, he's susceptible to being more mellow and relaxed. Despite being the ultimate life form and having fur, he still gets cold and hates the feeling.
This brings me to the fact that bro steals your blankets, he has no remorse and will walk right into your room to take your heated blanket. He's an asshole.
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Fully believes that nicknames are stupid and that they don't matter, the best he's gonna do for you is call you by your first Intial (ex: Teddy = T) It's rare that he'll do call you by it regardless, but beggers cannot be choosers.
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Getting matching bangles to match his inhibitor rings!! Makes him go stupid for a second, brain computing that oh??? You want to match him?? He's gonna tease you, but when you threaten to just take them off, he immediately goes quiet.
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The subject of being sick came up often in asks, and he struggles really hard with it. It's not obvious, but if you look closely, his quills are pin straight, and he's easily more agitated.
He's not mad at you, it's not your fault, it's just that seeing you curl up into bed brings back so many bad memories of when Maria has flare ups and couldn't leave her bed.
It made him feel useless. His whole reason for being was to help cure illness, maybe not the common cold. He's aware of that, but the point remains.
Shadow gets more docile, even going to ask Maddie what to do. The woman offers to come over and take care of you instead, but Shadow shuts her down quickly. He's more than capable, and he's a little overprotective.
"Are you sure? I don't mind, I don't have anything going on."
"That isn't necessary."
"But it might be better if it's m-"
"I can take care of them."
It's hard to argue with a 5ft hedgehog that can easily snap your neck, so she regents and hands him over some cold and flu medicine along with painkillers and vaporub and instructions. He looks so silly with all of it in his arms, Gatorade, water, the medicine, some food, but it warms your heart. You haven't had anyone really look after you when you were sick, always left to fend for yourself, so it's nice.
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For my period havers, I am on mine, so this made it in:
Shadow using his hands as personal heating pads for your stomach or the small of your back, you can't seem to remember where you put your heating pad so he sits there with you and just, shoves his hand onto your skin, it's added comfort due to his fur.
"Oh my god, that feels good."
You groan into your pillow, curling up into a ball, your back facing the ultimate lifeform.
"Is it really that bad?"
Shadow hums, moving to ever so slightly knead the skin, smirking to himself when you damn near moan at the feeling.
"You know damn fucking well it's that bad."
Shadow snorts.
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Once you're both closer, he allows you to touch him alot more, so long as you ask him first if you can run your fingers over his quills, he finds it soothing, it's common to find you both on the couch, fast asleep together with the TV set to come true crime YouTube video.
Sonic takes a million pictures, to which he sends to Shadow later. The black hedgehog doesn't say anything, but he secretly saves each one.
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Speaking of the others, you try and force him to spend time with team Sonic to varying degrees of success. Mainly the success being if you will also be there and be by his side. The team likes you well enough, always playfully telling you that they can handle Shadow if he ever hurts you.
Which gets them Shadow staring them down, his eyes lighting up as a warning.
You'd think they'd learn that this man doesn't play when it comes to you, but they're a bit stupid.
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When it comes to any insecurities you may have, he shuts that shit down IMMEDIATELY, you think it's because he genuinely doesn't give a fuck, but no, it's because he cares about you and will logically tell you facts. Does it help? It's varying, but he still tries.
Issue with your weight. He doesn't care. Are you healthy? That's all that matters. He's strong enough to lift you up, and he'll demonstrate it on you if need be. He doesn't know who put it into your head that there's any issue with it, but he'll fix it.
"Shadow, can I ask you something?"
"Go on."
"Does my weight ever bother you?"
"I am not like human men."
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You're insecure about talking about your interests/hyperfixations? He actively will sit down and listen, eyes intense as he takes in every single word you're saying. He'll nod and hum, but his ears are flicked towards you, and Shadow will ask questions pertaining about the characters.
The motherfucker is healing you slowly but surely, mentally and sometimes physically.
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No one thinks that Shadow would be a good companion and will make jokes offhandily that they're sorry that YOU'RE stuck with him, and you don't correct them. They don't deserve to know him.
They don't get to know how the lifeform curls up next to you on his bad days, seeking your affection.
The hedgehog who helps you dry the dishes after every meal with a way too focused look on his face.
The Shadow that always cracks dry ass jokes in hopes to make you smile after a long day.
It's your little secret, and it's one you gladly keep to yourself.
"Oh, he's stuck with me." You wave them off with a smug smirk on your face.
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Darling, i'm sorry..
After a fight, they need to make things right with you.
Hyung line, Maknae line
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Bang Chan
Heâs always been someone who takes his responsibilities incredibly seriously, to the point where it consumes him. Every task, big or small, is something he approaches with a sense of duty and focus, leaving no room for jokes or lightness. This intense pressure is something heâs put on himself for years, striving for perfection in everything he does. But sometimes, that pressure builds up too much, and it overwhelms him. That day, everything seemed to come crashing down at once. Feeling stressed and frustrated, he lashed out, snapping at you to shut up and stop bothering him, even though you weren't the source of his stress. The moment he saw your face changeâyour smile gone and the hurt in your eyes as you quietly walked awayâhe immediately realized he had made a mistake. Guilt washed over him the second he saw you turn, knowing he had taken his stress out on the wrong person. But by then, the damage was done, and there was nothing he could do to take back those words.
Later that same day, the weight of his actions gnawed at him, and he couldnât shake the guilt that had been eating away at him since the moment you walked away. He knew he had to make things right, so he rushed to your house, heart pounding with anxiety and regret. When he arrived and saw you sitting on your bed, quietly sobbing, his heart sank. The sight of you in pain because of him, knowing he had caused it, made his chest ache. He had been too harsh, too scary in his anger, and now, seeing the aftermath of that moment, it hurt him even more. He approached slowly, his usual confidence replaced with hesitation. Gently, he sat down beside you on the bed, the mattress shifting slightly under his weight. His hand reached out, trembling just a bit, and he softly stroked your head, his fingers brushing through your hair as if trying to comfort you with just a touch. "Sweetheart, I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice low and filled with genuine remorse. There was a gentleness to his tone, something tender and caring, all the things he shouldâve shown earlier but hadnât.
"I shouldnât have shooed you away like that," he continued, the regret evident in every word. His hand moved to yours, fingers wrapping around it, holding it tightly as if he was afraid to let go. After a moment of silence, he couldnât bear the distance between you anymore, and he pulled you into his arms, holding you close in a warm, protective hug. His embrace was firm but full of love, as if trying to shield you from the pain he had caused. "I wonât do that again," he murmured into your hair, his voice soft but sincere. "I love you, you know that, right?" There was an almost pleading tone in his voice, as if he needed you to believe him, to forgive him. Holding you close, he silently promised himself to never let his anger hurt you like that again, vowing to do better, to be better, because he couldnât stand the thought of ever making you cry like that again. After that day, he made sure to give you his full attention, always making time to show his love. He pampered you with affectionâcuddling, whispering sweet things, and holding you close. Through every hug and kiss, he let you know how sorry he was and how much he loved you, making sure you always felt cherished.
Minho
That day, Minho had been feeling unusually sensitive, weighed down by a lot of things running through his mind. He was overwhelmed, and in his frustration, he pushed you away. His expression was intense, his eyes almost scary as he shut himself off from you. Hurt by his actions, you turned and walked away, the beginnings of tears welling up in your eyes. In that moment, Minho thought he needed space, time to be alone and sort out everything going on in his head. But as the minutes passed, he began to realize that being away from you only made him feel emptier. Slowly, the walls he'd put up started to crumble, and despite still clinging to a bit of his pride, he knew deep down that he needed to be close to you. His heart ached, missing your presence, your warmth. Without fully realizing it, his feet carried him in your direction. Even though he was still caught up in his own stubbornness, he couldnât ignore the pull toward youâthe longing to hold you, to feel you near once more.
Once Minho stepped inside your place, he knew exactly what to expect. The silent treatment wasnât a surpriseâhe deserved it. Without a word, he made his way straight to the kitchen, moving quietly as he began to prepare your favorite meal his mind was racing as he cooked, trying to find the right words, maybe because he's not someone whoâs very vocal about his feelings.. Cooking was one of the few ways he knew how to show his apology without speaking too soon. Once the food was ready, he carefully carried it to the bedroom, where you were sitting quietly his eyes instantly soften the moment he sees you standing there. He placed the dish in front of you, the aroma filling the room. There was a heavy silence as his eyes stayed on you, trying to read your mood, to figure out the right moment to say something. Finally, his voice broke the stillness, soft and almost hesitant. "I'm sorry," he began, his voice barely above a whisper.
"I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me. I know I shouldn't have treated you like that." As he spoke, his hand gently found its way to your cheek, his thumb softly brushing against your skin. "Eat, it's still warm," he urged, his words tender but filled with care. Leaning in, he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, a small gesture meant to convey his regret and affection. He watched as you began to eat the food he had prepared, giving you space but not leaving your side. Minho knew that making up after a fight would take timeâhe wasnât rushing it. He was the type who needed time to process things too, so he understood the need for patience. But that day, even in the quiet, his actions spoke volumes. With every small gesture, he showed you that, despite the conflict, his love for you hadnât wavered. It was in the way he cooked your favorite meal, in the soft kiss, and in the way he stayed close, reminding you that his feelings ran deep, even without words.
Changbin
Changbin might usually be soft and gentle when he's around you, but there are times when the pressure of peopleâs judgments becomes too much for him. During these moments, he feels overwhelmed by the weight of their opinions, which makes him more sensitive than usual. He withdraws into himself, rarely smiling or showing his usual warmth. If you try to lighten the mood or play around with him when he's feeling this way, it can quickly escalate into an argument. In his frustration and emotional vulnerability, he reacts defensively, saying things he shouldnâtâhurtful words that don't reflect his true feelings but are more about his own internal struggles. However, as soon as he sees the hurt in your eyes or notices that youâre upset by his outburst, the realization of his mistake hits him hard. The guilt sets in almost immediately, and he becomes painfully aware that he was wrongâvery wrong. His anger fades quickly, replaced by a deep sense of regret, knowing that he let his emotions get the best of him and hurt someone who means so much to him.
Changbin moves a step closer to you, the fury that had once dominated his features fading away, replaced by a complex blend of guilt and the familiar softness that always fills his gaze when he looks at you. His once rigid posture relaxes, and his eyes, usually so fierce, now shimmer with a vulnerability that catches you off guard. The love that had seemed lost in his earlier anger reappears, and you can feel the weight of his emotions pouring out of him as he reaches for you. Without hesitation, he pulls you into his strong arms, holding you so tightly as if afraid to let go, as if his touch alone could mend the invisible rift between you. His body, firm and solid, presses against yours, providing warmth and comfort that you've always found in his embrace. You can feel his breath hot against your skin as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, breathing in deeply, inhaling the scent of you as though itâs a balm to his troubled soul. "I'm sorry, love," he whispers, his voice heavy with remorse.
"I'm so, so sorry." His words are muffled, but you can hear the pain and regret in every syllable. "I must be out of my mind," he continues, his arms tightening around you as though he's terrified you might slip away. "Things got so overwhelming... I'm stressed out, and I let it get the better of me. Please... don't be mad at me." You feel the sincerity in his words as his hands run gently up and down your back, offering both an apology and a plea for forgiveness in the way he holds you. He leans back just enough to gaze into your eyes, his own filled with emotionâno longer clouded by frustration, but by love, guilt, and an earnest desire to make things right. His forehead presses gently against yours, his breath mingling with yours as he softly murmurs, "I love you. So much. More than anything." His lips press against your forehead in a tender kiss, lingering there for a few moments longer than usual, as though the simple gesture could erase the tension that had built between you both.
Hyunjin
Hyunjin is the type of person who deeply connects his emotions to everything he does and everyone he interacts with. This emotional depth often leads to moments where misunderstandings or disagreements occur between the two of you. During these times, itâs not uncommon for him to respond in a way that might seem cold or distant. He might give you a sharp glare, or show frustration in some other way, and then leave abruptly. Even though itâs not the right way to handle things, he tends to walk away instead of talking about it in the moment. After this, thereâs usually a stretch of silence between you both. You might not see or speak to each other for a few days. This time apart is important for Hyunjin, as he uses it to reflect and think things through. He needs space to process his emotions, but as the days pass, he slowly starts to realize that the argument or disagreement was something small or trivial. He begins to understand that it wasnât worth the silent treatment, and that the two of you could have discussed it calmly from the start, without letting it spiral into a fight or turning to shouting.
Ultimately, he comes to see that open communication is the better path, and that resolving things doesnât need to involve so much emotional distance. He spent hours at his easel, lost in thought, as his brush moved gently across the canvas. Each stroke seemed to carry the weight of his emotions, and slowly, a beautiful painting of the two of you began to take formâyour silhouettes intertwined, bathed in soft light. His mind was filled with thoughts of you, of how beautiful you are, especially when you're around him. In that moment, he realized he needed to make things right. He was trying to express everything he couldn't say in words, letting his heart pour out through the art. When the time was right, when he finally gathered the courage, he came to you. In one hand, he held the paintingâhis feelings laid bare in each color, each line. In the other hand, a bouquet of beautiful flowers, carefully chosen to match the tenderness he felt for you.
He stood before you, his eyes filled with emotion, and without a word, he set the things aside and stepped closer, his eyes holding that soft look he always reserves just for you he pulled you close, cupping your face gently in his hands. "I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice soft but filled with sincerity as he gazed deeply into your eyes. "I shouldn't have said those things to you. I didn't mean any of it." Then, wrapping his arms around you, he held you close, ensuring that you could feel his warmth and the steady beat of his heart. His embrace was full of love and quiet apologies, a silent promise that he was ready to make things right. "I love you," he murmured, his voice trembling slightly. "Really, I do. Please donât be mad anymore. I'll make it up to us, I swear." He lingered in the embrace, not wanting to let go, as if you might slip away, even though you wouldnât. In that moment, he made sure you knew just how deep and strong his love truly is.
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hi ree! i love your account so much and i always get so happy when i see your posts on my feed. would you be interested in writing headcanons of the lads boys with a s/o who is self conscious about her stretch marks? no worries if that isnât your cup of tea!
When You're Self Conscious About Stretch Marks- The Love And DeepSpace Men
parings in order: Xavier x Reader, Zayne x Reader, Rafayel x Reader, Sylus x Reader genre: comfort a/n: hi anonnie! i'm soso happy to hear that it makes me so happy when i see you guys in my inbox âĄâž(Ë á” Ë )âž don't worry this was def my cup of tea àŽŠà”àŽŠàŽż(Ë” âąÌ Ꭰ- Ë” ) ⧠i hope this was okay and you enjoy! (â©ËoËâ©)⥠any likes and reblogs are always appreciated! enjoy!
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Xavier:
He would be genuinely confused because you're perfect to him and can't understand how you would find stretch marks to be something bad about yourself. He's a sucker for your stretch marks so he'll try to remind you every time that they're beautiful.
He loves the bumps and grooves on the back of your comfy thighs. He loves trailing his hands across your stretch marks when you're cuddling or when he's laying down on your lap.
He'll lift up your shirts and kiss any stretch marks that travel up to your tummy and he'll look and give you a warm smile if his kisses tickle your soft skin.
"These are a part of you and they all tell a story. I love every part of you including this." He says softly, pressing a gentle kiss on one of your stretch marks. "And this" He continues to kiss every stretchmark on your body, his touch showing you how much he cherishes each one.
Zayne:
He's a doctor and he's seen almost how every body looks and operates so he'll know that stretch marks are completely normal. He just didn't understand why you would care so much about something so small about stretch marks because they were natural for anyone growing. However he does know that this upsets you so he'll be understanding and sympathetic when you tell him about this.
"Stretch marks are just part of the skin and nothing more. They don't define who you are or how I see you. I don't see you differently if you had them or not."
Anytime you guys were intimate, he'd like tracing against them with his cool fingers and will mindlessly rub circles on your striped skin. It'll tickle you sometimes and a smile would twitch on his lips seeing the reaction out of you so he'll continue doing that. He'll keep continuing to run his hands across your body that had any of your marks to make you smile and laugh.
Rafayel:
He's very considerate towards any of your insecurities and makes it his mission for you to feel confident about it. He'll find ways to subtly compliment your stretch marks without directly calling attention to it.
Sometimes he'll take candid pictures of you to show you how beautiful you are in his eyes. He highlights your stretch marks throughout his pictures and paints them in a beautiful light.
"Look cutie, you're stretch marks are just like brushstrokes on a canvas- unique and beautiful in their own way."
He just adores you so much. He just thinks you're the most beautiful person to walk in his life or this planet and he just hates how you feel bad yourself in any way.
Sylus:
His brows would furrow when you explain how much you despised your stretch marks on your body. "Come here," He'd pull you closer to him, "I want you to know that I cherish every part and inch of you, including these." He'd place his large hands on where your stretch marks are and rubbed them lightly and lovingly.
He would tease you on it later though, "There is no reason to be ashamed of your stretch marks. It could just mean your finally growing to my height."
Would later show you exactly how much he cherishes your body by worshipping every inch and he'll make sure he doesn't miss a spot
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Hey I hope you are doing well. Can I ask for a story on yandere Phinéas lapiléon x f reader of the manhwa my in-laws are obbsessed .please
(Oooo, good idea! I like the Lapileon family as well...| Noncon, kidnapping, forced usage of Lapileon blood, drugging, manipulation, usual yandere stuff. )
© Writing belongs to me, Lxdymoon0357. Do not plagiarize, but reblogging, liking and commenting is deeply appreciated.
Yandere! Phineas Lapileon X Reader HCs
â Phineas met you through his doctor degree, you both studied together. You were supposed classmates, he often kept you at arms's length, mainly cause he himself is reserved, but also to kind of protect you from his blood, he had no idea if he had a cut anywhere..He does to everyone he meets..
â You and him slowly became friends and becoming friends with him took some time as the Lapileons are always more than distanced people, they barely make friends due to the fear of their blood going out and being revealed, it would put not only them in danger but a lot of others as well.
â He would try to push you away, but after you showed no sign of wanting to do such a thing, he decided to give it a try, but was EXTREMELY careful around you, he never wanted you to be hurt.
â He seeked you out at times when he felt he wouldn't be good enough. Phineas also began thinking of you as his precious little flower, you're so innocent and kind, not knowing what was concealed behind the Lapileon family's perfect image...
â You didn't need to know that, not now atleast. What if you run away, Phineas can't have that now, can he? He would have you completely dependent on him, until he knows you won't leave him, before he kidnaps you.
â He is gonna make sure to use Gin to his full extent, he's a shitty person hitting his kid, hiding her, abusing her ,using their blood for wrong things. What's one more thing of being shitty? He will make sure you have the completely and most perfect stay in his arms since it's gonna be your home from now.
â Will guilt trip you, Islette and Celphi are close to you, they're kids they will tattle tale to Phineas and adults for anything you do. They love you, you're a family now. Worry not, everyone approves; Gloria, Therdeo, Pereshati and others, so you don't have to think about anything.
â Will constantly check himself and other, other than Pereshati, for any single cut that will allow his blood out, is thinking of having Pereshati share some blood to you so you can be immune to their blood like she is, Pereshati is excited for that, you're her sibling-figure even if you don't accept it!
â He is refusing to let anyone other than family be near you, he's thinking of actually moving in the manor instead of being away since it will help him to make sure the whole family is making sure you're with him
â He is SO SO SO paranoid about you, cannot be away from you for even more than an hour, he has to be in you at this point and not only in the sexual way, but also the literal sense, he does want a kid afterall....bu he'll settle for snuggling inside you shirt.
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Request by anon (hope this reaches you!): a house fic where there is an age gap between them but they have a lot in common like taste in music stuff and Can you possibly make the reader an artist in her free time.
Gifs never mine, likes, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated.
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Diagnostic Department. It was the last department in your rotation. All you needed to do was to survive a week under Dr. House and get him to sign off your hours.
You were standing in the entrance to the patient room, stethoscope around your neck and the case file in your hands as you watched House played the opening bars from "I Don't Like Mondays". You tilted your head as the patient copied him perfectly. He has perfect pitch.
The patient seemed to be in excellent health, but House wants him to stay. House starts playing a piece he once started to compose, and the patient finishes it.
âTry Baba Oâriley next.â You suggested which made House turn sharply to look at you.
âIntern, go be useful in the clinic. Use my name on anything you sign.â
With a sigh and an eye roll you turned and left to follow his orders.
Somehow you were surprised Dr Cuddy didnât see you working in the clinic instead of being with the rest of the diagnostic team. Or possibly you were certain youâd get caught covering for the department head.
Four exhaustingly, boring hours and too many hysterical patients later, you were finally in front of your locker in the doctors lounge, gathering you belongings to go home. You opened the locker to grab your coat.
âHeard Wilson purchased one of your paintings.â
You jumped slightly upon hearing his voice, but continued as you were, only humming in answer. You lifted your hair from inside your coat. Opening your purse you fished your hours paper and held it out to House.
âCould you do us both a favor and sign this?â
Looking at the paper, he tilted his head and pursed his lips, âHow is signing your departure good for me?â
Your mouth dropped open and your eyes went wide, âYou been treating me like crap, you didnât let me sit in on a single case, just used me as your personal assistant.â
Moving to lean against the counter behind him, he chuckled, âI also let you cover my hours in the clinic.â
Shoving the paper against his chest, âSign this so I wonât have to come back here Monday.â
Taking the paper, âIâll sign this if you agree to go out with me.â
With a sigh you agreed.
That was a year ago, since then you finished your internship and started your residency in cardiology as well as moved to live with Dr Gregory House.
You woke up to an empty bed, frowning you rubbed your face before leaving the warm space. You walked into the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee and saw your boyfriend naked in front of the fridge.
âIs there coffee?â You asked.
He looked at you, slightly confused, âYouâre not surprised Iâm naked?â
Taking his half filled mug from where it was sitting on the counter, you took a sip and shook your head, âNothing I havenât seen before. Please get dressed or at least put underwear on before Cameron arrives.â
Leaning to kiss his cheek before you placed the mug in the sink and went to get ready.
He quickly followed you back to the bedroom, âWhy is Cameron coming?â
Picking clothes and setting them on the bed, âShe saw my painting in Wilsonâs office, she asked if she can buy one herself, sheâs stopping before work to pick it up.â
âAnd you told her to come here? To my apartment?â
Looking up at him, you tossed him a pair of boxers, âOurs, yes.â
He sat down on the bed to put his underwear on, âDoes she know we both living here?â
You paused your actions and came to kneel between his legs, âAre you worried that she might comment on your relationship?â
âHaving a hard time concentrating on your words when youâre down there.â
Placing your hands on his cheeks, âGreg, sheâs younger than you and didnât have any problem trying to pursue you, I do-â
âAnd you are younger than her and on that sheâll have plenty to say.â
Your thumbs stroked back and forth on the apple of his cheek before you rose just enough to kiss him deeply.
âI donât care if or what anyone that isnât you says on our relationship. Frankly, Iâm surprised you do, itâs kind of a big reason why Iâm into you.â
âSo me being a jerk turns you on?â
Laughing , you kissed him again, âDonât push it old man.â
He grabbed you by the waist and pulled you to lie down on top of him before flipping you to be underneath you, âIâll show you, old man.â
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TO FEEL WHOLE AGAIN â BOOTHILL
synopsis: getting pregnant and left by yourself wasnât in your plans in life at all, but you end up meeting a man who becomes more than just a friend whoâs willing to help.
â„- pairings : boothill x fem!reader
â„- note : so sorry for any inactivity !! life has just been a wreck, but iâm here with a little idea I came up with the other night. i hope you all enjoy <3 reblogs are appreciated !!
content warnings : sfw, fem!reader, ageless + blank blogs dni, pregnancy, abandonment, heavy angst, breakups, mentions of abortion (reader does not have one), mentions of alcohol, human!boothill, angst with happy ending, use of pet names (darling + lovely), fluff, very fluffy things.
You can recall the day you met Boothill like it was the back of your hand.Â
It was the day your life had begun a completely new journey, but also, the same day that your life had completely fallen apart within just twenty four hours. Every memory was ingrained in your brain like it was never meant to go away. How could things end up going right, but so wrong at the same time?
About seven months prior, you found yourself sitting inside of a bar with tears still staining your cheeks from the incident that had occurred just hours beforehand. Your heart had gleamed, but shattered just minutes after. You questioned why something like this had happened to you. You never wronged anybody. Sure, you werenât the most perfect person to exist, but as humans, itâs in their nature to make mistakes. Yet, god had different plans for you and they werenât exactly the most pleasing ones.
Just two days before that day, you had found out you were pregnant.Â
It came by total surprise. You and your boyfriend werenât exactly trying for kids, but you both had been together for four years at that point. You noticed something was off about you when your period suddenly missed its usual day, and you were experiencing some very odd symptoms that were unusual. After some convincing from your friends, you decided to go out and purchase a pregnancy test which came back positive. You didnât know what to feel. You were excited, nervous, emotional, but most of all, anxious. You didnât know how to break the news to your boyfriend and you werenât sure whether or not you wanted to keep it.Â
For a few days, you didnât say anything to him. You werenât the best with words and you didnât want to dump something so sudden onto him either, but he eventually figured it out when he found you one morning throwing up your breakfast into the toilet.Â
He wasnât angry or upset, but you knew something wasnât right with him after he found out. He started to become somewhat distant and he avoided any conversation about the baby growing inside you. Then, that same day you ended up at the bar, you had woken up to him gone. All of his items and personal belongings had been cleaned out, and when you tried to get a hold of him, he just completely ghosted you. You didnât understand. Was it you? Was it the baby? Why did he just up and leave you like that with zero hesitation? It was like your heart had been shattered into pieces and you didnât know what to do. He left you alone and pregnant with his child.Â
Completely brokenhearted and confused, thatâs how you ended up in the bar. No, you werenât drinking any alcohol, but there was a part of you that wanted to head to the clinic and terminate the pregnancy all together. You couldnât raise a baby on your own. You had seen many stories of mothers defying the odds and managing, but would you be able to? You loved your now ex boyfriend more than life itself. You didnât think you could fall in love again, and what man would want a single mother as a girlfriend? Most of them would scurry away the second itâs brought up. It wasnât their job to shame you for whatever choices you made.Â
The bar's atmosphere was buzzing with people chatting amongst themselves. Despite being around people, you still felt completely isolated inside of it. You kept thinking of the choices in your brain over and over again. It was consuming you, and you didnât think you were in the right state of mind to make that decision right now.
You were brought out of your thoughts when the bartender placed a glass in front of you. It was filled with some kind of alcohol that looked like it could be a margarita or a martini. Your brows furrowed at the sight of the beverage. You didnât order it. âU-Um.. sir, I didnât order this.â you pushed the glass towards the man behind the bar who was cleaning some cups used earlier.Â
âI know, but that man over there did.â he pointed towards the other end of the bar.
You turned your attention to where he was motioning his hand. Your eyes widened a little at the sight of the man who sat a few seats away from you. He had a cowboy hat on top of his head, and very long hair that stretched past his chair. He was wearing a white button up shirt that exposed his chest just a little. He noticed you were staring at him and winked at you, then waved a little. It didnât seem creepy or strange, but you didnât know how to react. Despite feeling the way you did, you couldnât help but think how handsome he was. He had a cunning smile and seemed like one of those cowboys you would have heard of in stories you heard when you were younger, but you knew you couldnât accept his drink.Â
Soon enough, you turned away and just pushed your drink from your reach. You didnât want to do anything stupid. If it came off as rude, then so be it. You werenât about to fight with another man this evening.Â
You decided to check your phone. There was a small bit of hope that was in your heart. You hoped that maybe your ex reached out to you to fix things or maybe had something to say, but unfortunately, there was nothing. You had a few random notifications from friends, but otherwise, it was silence on the other end. God, you felt like an idiot. He was gone for good. Men who do that shit typically fall off the face of the earth and never come back again.Â
âHey, sweetheart, mind if I take this spot next to ya?âÂ
You practically jumped out of your skin at the sudden voice that spoke beside you. Your head snapped towards the sound, and you were a bit surprised to see that man who was sitting across the bar now standing next to you. His cologne filled your nose. It smelled of deep wood with a mix of pine.Â
Your words got caught in your throat. Was he doing this to make you uncomfortable? Part of you wanted to ignore him, but he wasnât necessarily doing anything wrong. âN-No! Go ahead.. itâs empty anyway..â you replied, trying to avoid his eyes that were boring holes into your face.
The man plopped beside you, taking a swig of his glass that seemed to be filled with some kind of whisky. He was quiet, at first. You werenât sure if striking up a conversation was in your cards tonight. You were honestly too lost in your thoughts, and somewhat a little nauseated. âSo, uh, do ya come around here often? Youâre quite the peach if I say so myself.â he placed his cheek against his fist which was resting against the table beside him.
âI donât..â you replied, dryly.Â
He seemed a little discouraged by your sudden lack of enthusiasm. It wasnât your intention, but really, you werenât interested. âI see.. my nameâs Boothill.â he said. âYours?â
Your eyes flickered towards him then back at the soda can that your hand was wrapped around. This was starting to feel awkward or almost like a forced conversation. You didnât want to hurt his feelings, but you wanted him to take the hint. â(Y/N)..â you looked at your cell phone to try and avoid him. âLook.. I-I appreciate the drink, but Iâm not really interested in a relationship. I just donât.. I..â
Before you were even able to finish your sentence, tears began to trickle down your cheeks. You didnât even know you were holding them in until they began to slip from your eyes.Â
Boothill was taken back by your sudden tears. He immediately felt guilt wash over him. He didnât mean to come off as a weirdo or forceful towards you. Thatâs the last thing he would ever do. âHey.. Iâm sorry, shit, I didnât mean to make you uncomfortable. I-I can totally take the drink back and get out of your hair.â he stood up out of his chair to leave the bar.Â
You started to wipe your cheeks of any liquid that was on them. âN-No, itâs alright, itâs not you..â you shook your head. âIâve just had a rough couple of hours.. believe me, itâs not you at all.âÂ
The man was unsure of what to reply with. Regardless, he felt very bad for you. Not many people come into bars to weep. Most of the time, they come to do the opposite and use the drinks to numb any negative feelings they have. He didnât want to pry by any means. âI see.. Iâm still sorry, darlinâ I had no idea..â he paused for a moment thinking of what to say next. âIf you wanna talk, Iâm willing to listen, canât guarantee Iâm any good at advice, but I can be an open ear.â
You werenât sure if venting your feelings to a complete stranger would make any difference in how you felt. It's not like he would care much anyway. He would probably look at you with that same look every other person had given you when you told them what your ex did.Â
However, you were completely wrong.
That day you told Boothill everything that had happened to you. He was completely blown away when you confessed that you were pregnant. He kept apologizing for the drink and was somewhat worried that you felt disrespected, but you didnât take any offense. Itâs not like he knew, nor were you even showing at that point.Â
Although he didnât know you, he had a lot of sympathy for you. He told you that your boyfriend wasnât a man, but a young boy who couldnât take responsibility for his actions and he didnât deserve you by any means. Boothill felt as if abandoning a woman and her child was the sickest thing you could ever do in this life, and you couldnât help but agree. Especially after spending many years together.Â
It felt kind of nice to have someone listen. Even if he was some random person you didnât know, there was at least somebody out there who was willing to give you the time of day.Â
You felt a little dull when you realized you would probably never see Boothill again, but you thanked him many times for his patience. He was even sweet enough to walk you back to your apartment which wasnât very far from the bar at all. Typically, you werenât so trusting when it came to men in general, but Boothillâs energy felt secure for some reason. You didnât feel fear or unease around him. Your body would always give you signs someone wasnât good, but you were calm and didnât have a single issue.Â
For a little while, you wondered if keeping the child was the right option, but after a lot of conversations with your friends and family, and oddly enough, Boothill, you decided to go forward with the pregnancy.Â
You thought you would have to do it alone, but that changed almost instantly when you started receiving random items at your doorstep one morning.Â
You had a stable job, but you knew babies werenât a walk in the park financially. Your parents offered to help pay for whatever was necessary, but you felt bad for making them do such a thing. It all started to shift when you discovered a package outside your apartment door. You had a box of different supplies. Baby shampoo, baby bottles, wipes, lotions. It was basic necessities for an infant and you were a bit confused how they showed up there. You questioned your parents but they denied ordering anything of the sorts, so you wondered who gifted it to you.Â
Your friends were also clueless. They had gifts in mind but they werenât planning on purchasing anything that early on in your pregnancy. You hadnât even planned on a baby shower or anything of the sorts.Â
It didnât take long for more things to arrive. One morning, you saw that you had been given some baby toys. They were small and quite cute, but you still had yet to discover who was the one leaving them at your doorstep. You wondered if it was potentially your ex trying to somehow compensate you for deserting you, but would he really? He left you alone with the baby. It was clear enough that he wasnât interested in helping to raise it, so why put in the effort to accommodate you? He could care less about you.Â
It all changed when you were leaving your apartment one afternoon. You had an appointment at the doctorâs office to check on how the baby was doing, and standing right beside your front door was not your ex, but Boothill.
At first, you didnât notice him holding a box of items in his hand, but the realization soon took over that he was the one buying the gifts. You were taken by complete surprise. The two of you had hardly interacted much during that time period, so it did confuse you why he was helping you. He wasnât obligated to just because you informed him of what your ex did. It wasnât like you were begging him for money or assistance either. Boothill was just as surprised to see you there too. He usually would stop by when he knew you wouldnât be around, but he knew sooner or later the truth would come out.
With a flushed face, Boothill began to explain himself.Â
He told you that he just couldnât let you go on that journey alone. He knew it wasnât his responsibility to be buying you things or even being involved in your life like that, but at the same time, he couldnât sleep at night knowing that you were all alone and there wasnât anybody else to be there for you. He did apologize if it made you uncomfortable and he wouldnât come around again if that was the case.Â
However, you told him the opposite. You were very thankful for what he had been doing for you. Not many men would step up and just go out of their way to buy things for a baby that wasnât theirs. You told him you were very appreciative of what he had done, and he could come around as often as he liked. It was kind of lonely being by yourself all of the time. Your friends werenât always the most available, and you lived on your own. It felt nice to know that somebody wanted to spend time with you. He was relieved that you werenât weirded out or upset with his actions. He wanted to do the right thing.Â
Much to his surprise, you invited him to come to your ultrasound that day, and he was thrilled.
Your interactions grew over the course of a few months. You started seeing him everyday and he came around whenever you needed something. Boothill didnât mind spending his days with you. It was a joy to watch your belly grow and to see your baby begin to become larger than it was before. His favorite moments were when heâd feel a small kick or movement. He loved kids. It was a guilty pleasure of his, and he honestly couldnât wait to meet your baby girl. He made so many bets that it was going to be a girl and you thought he would somehow be wrong, but he was right the entire time.Â
Along with the baby's growth, there were also feelings between you and Boothill too. He was the first man in your life since your ex and he treated you so much better. He did everything for you, and the baby wasnât even his. He would spend time helping you tidy up your house, holding your hair away from your face when you had morning sickness, making you tea, giving you massages whenever your body felt sore. Boothill did everything. He even offered at one point to do the entire nursery for you when your due date came closer, but you assured him that it wasnât his duty to do so.Â
But, he planned on doing it anyway.
All of your friends told you to go for it. They said that Boothill was what you needed and they could tell he was into you too, but you were still unsure. If anything, he could be doing all of this just to somehow hurt you in the end or claim you âowedâ him a relationship for doing everything for the baby. You knew that probably wasnât the case, but you were still on the fence.
But, was he?
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That afternoon, you had woken up from a nap to a knocking coming from your front door. You werenât expecting any guests, but you had already assumed it was Boothill who was there to do his usual drop by to check in on you.Â
You unlocked the front door, pulling it open so he could enter. He was dressed in his usual outfit. A white button shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and those cowboy boots that you had made fun of a few times. Boothill was used to just entering your place at that point. âAfternoon, darlinââ he said, shutting the door behind him.Â
Your hair was a bit messy from your nap and you werenât really dressed up. You wore an oversized t-shirt with a pair of shorts that sat just below your belly. It was a lot more comfortable than the regular pajamas you were used to wearing months ago, but alas, the growth of your body had made those a lot less comfortable these days. Boothill still thought you were gorgeous despite the messy look. âHi..â you yawned. âSorry, Iâm fresh from a nap. I didnât hear my alarm..â
âNot a problem, I was just stopping by to drop something off for you.â he replied, handing you a box that had your name on top of it.
Your eyes flickered from the box to the man who was staring down at you. You were used to him giving you random things for the baby here and there, so you were expecting something that was a necessity. âIâm curious, let me see.â you then began opening at the box to see what was inside of it.
After a few seconds, you pulled out a small blanket, but it wasnât one that was from the store. It was actually homemade, and right in the center was the baby name you had picked out stitched into the fabric with baby pink lace. It was probably the most adorable thing you had ever received from him. It was so soft and you could already picture yourself swaddling your little girl in the blanket itself. The fact that it was homemade as well made it even more special than it already was.Â
You werenât sure if it was the pregnancy emotions or not, but you could feel warm tears burning your eyes. It was truthfully making you feel so happy for this pregnancy, but most of all for Boothill. You couldnât be more blessed with a man like him. âI-I.. I love it..â you sniffled, trying to hide your tears. âItâs so cute..â
Boothill was concerned with your sudden emotions. He didnât mean to make you cry. If anything, he wanted to do something special for you since you were a special person in his life. âAhh.. shit, Iâm sorry, lovely, is it too much?â he asked, nodding his head.Â
You shook your head, laughing in the process to try and halt the tears slipping through your eyes. It was the furthest thing from too much. You adored it. You didnât care if the stitching was a little crooked or if the pink was somewhat bright, it was cute. It had to be one of the best gifts you had ever gotten. âN-No! I love it! Itâs something I wouldnât have imagined youâd give me! Did you do it all on your own?â you looked up at him with an eyebrow raised.
He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. âHaha.. yeah, thatâs why it might seem a little messy. I got the idea though and figured why not? You need something to swaddle that little monster with!â he smiled, which made you smile as well.
Boothill was taken back when he suddenly felt your arms wrap around him. This was the first time you had ever initiated any sort of physical contact with him, and he wasnât sure how to react to it. Your body felt warm and your belly was against his own abdomen. He could smell the scent of your shampoo lingering in your hair, and it almost intoxicated him from how delicious it smelled. He hesitated for a brief moment, then settled his own arms around your waist. It just felt.. so right to be hugging you. He had yearned for quite a while to feel your touch, and now that he had it, he wasnât going to let the opportunity slip through his fingers.
Your cheeks felt hot at the realization that you two were so close. There was so much going through your mind at the moment, and all you craved was him. His presence, his touch, his warmth, anything. It was all you wanted. âBoothill.. I want you there when sheâs born..â you spoke, softly. âI want you by my side.. you deserve that more than anybody else.â
His eyes grew wide at your words. Sure, he knew he was going to visit when your baby was finally born, but in the room? During the birth? Oh, he could faint right about now. âOf course Iâll be there, sugar. You know I wouldnât miss it.â he replied, smiling at the thought of your birth.Â
Boothill then crouched down to meet your belly. He hadnât ever done that before while being with you. You felt his hands touch your stomach, seemingly searching for your little girl who was somewhere in there. It felt so natural for him to be doing this. You didnât feel off or weirded out. You loved the way his fingers explored your skin, touching and grazing at the stretch marks that had formed within time, but what you loved the most, was him.
âCanât wait to meet your little one.. sheâll be a peach, I know it.â he looked up at you with a grin.Â
âOur.. little one.â
Boothill paused when the words slipped from your lips. He thought he had misheard you for a second. âW-What..?â his brows furrowed. âWhat do you mean?â
You felt a little bashful having to repeat yourself. You werenât sure what his reaction might be to you saying such a thing, but you couldnât keep quiet anymore about your feelings. You wanted him involved in your daughterâs life so badly. It would kill you inside if that wasnât the case. âO-Our.. baby, Boothill.â you said, avoiding his gaze that was fixed on you.
He stood up, still staring at your face with a serious expression. It was like his heart had completely blown up inside of his chest. It was like he was falling in love with you all over again at that very moment. He couldnât feel more honored that you thought of him that way. âYouâre serious..?â he questioned, looking into your eyes.Â
âY-Yes.. god, yes, Boothill. I donât care if sheâs not technically yours.. in the end, I want you in her life, and mine too. I canât imagine a life without you..â you whispered, intertwining your fingers with his.
He couldnât hide his wide smile at your confession. All of the love he had swallowed down was now completely overflowing, and he didnât mind whatsoever. You were so beautiful. He adored you so much, and he was more than happy to call you his girlfriend. He was also thrilled to have a daughter. He could care less if people would judge him for raising a child that wasnât his. He was more of a father to her than any other man would be.Â
He suddenly pulled you close to him, pressing a kiss onto your lips. It was so passionate and loving. He couldnât stop himself. It was like he was finally able to have what he wanted, and it felt amazing. âI love you so much, darling, you donât even know how deep my love runs for you..â he pressed his forehead against your own. âIâd die for you and our little angel..â
A grin appeared on your face. This was all you ever wanted to hear. You didnât think you would ever have the opportunity to hear him say such things, but you couldnât be happier it was coming true. âI love you more, Boothill.â you then placed his hand on your belly. âAnd I know she does too..â
The both of you couldnât be more excited at that moment. It was all perfect. You had everything you ever wanted. Neither of you imagined that this life would be in front of you now, but you wouldnât trade it for anything else.
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Bound to falling in love
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Mick Schumacher x reader Soulmate AU
Warnings: None that I can see?
Notes: Unsurprisingly this won the vote. But I hope you like it :)
Summary: Mick Schumacher has been extremelyprivate with how soulmark his whole life. But what happens when the interest does ehat its best at, snooping. Well Mick Schumacher might just finally meet the celebrity that he doesn't at all have a tiny crush on...
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Yourusername: WE ARE SO BACK BABY!!đ€đ€ Mercedes CCH 2024 Incoming (I'm delusional)
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User1: I knew Y/N was an F1 girlie but I didn't know she was a Mercedes girlđ€
âłYourusername: Have been for everđ€
User2: Y/N is like me fr eith that caption
âłUser3: Fr thoughđ Like wdym 2nd place in sprint doesn't mean Lewis will get his 8th!?
âłYourusername: Maybe he performed so well just to improve his ex-husband
âłUser4: LMAO Poor Nico
Lewishamilton: Glad to see your support lies in the right placeđȘ
âłYourusername: OH my gosh. Sir Lewis Hamilton. It is an honour to speak to you
âłLewishamilton: Maybe you should come to the Mercedes garage some time. I think certain people would love your companyđ
âłUser5: I think he just killed Y/N
âłUser6: Wa she talking about himself or someone else. George perhaps? I'M so nosy!!!
âłUser7: Well Mick is in the likes so that's where my money is...
âłUser8: Sure grandma, the mkst soul ate obsessed obsessed In existence is caught up over Y/N...
âłUser7: I mean it is Y/N Y/L/N
âłUser8: True...
User9: Mick being in the likesđ
âłUser10: Meh even if he does have a thing for Y/N, he'll still stick to his soulmate like he has done for decades.
âłUser11: Hear me out, Y/N is his soulmate...
âłUser10: Girl actualy shut up
âłUser11: Just look at that twitter thread
âłUser10: Hmmm interesting. It looks like it could be possible but the chances are 0.001% of it being her. Just because one user recognised it doesn't mean it's her
User12: Is anyone else really confused by all this talk of the twitter thread and that "one reply"
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âłUser13: basically people are trying to find out who Mick's soulmate is and currently people think it's Y/N
âłUser12: OH... how random
âłUser13: Yeah but tell me they wouldn't make the perfect couple...
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âłUser14: Y/N liking this comment + its replies twice is wild and shows she's as curious as us...
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User1: NO WAY.... DOES THIS MEAN WHAT I THINK IT DOES
âłUser2: Girl probably? Hopefully? Idk?
User3: We don't need confirmation now...but also we so do!!!
User4: Awww they really are perfect for each other!đ„șđ„°
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Lewishamilton: Glad you two finally found the time to go on a proper date rather than letting Mick ogle you all day!
âłMickschumacher: Thanks for that man...
âłYourusername: Aww Micky, you stare at me all the time?
âłMickschumacher: How can I not Schatz, you're the most gorgeous person in the whole worldâ€â€â€
âłEstabanocon: How sweet đ€ą
âłMickschumacher: Aww just let me be in love this once.
User5: Ugh he's so bf coded
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âłUser6: I SEE YOU LURKING Y/N
User7: did you guys see Mick say love? Ooh is this a new word added to the equation or....
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àłàż CHERRY FLAVORED âăELLIE WILLIAMSăâ CHAPTER ONE
pairing: mega fan!ellie williams x rock star!reader
summary: your guitarist was carted off to rehab after just one month into your recent tour. fuck. thereâs only one thing you can do, and thatâs hire a replacement. your band thinks itâs going to be nearly impossible to find someone that is on the same level of talent as your âbelovedâ guitarist. you donât have high hopes that anyone can nail the songs quite like he did either, if youâre being brutally honest. enter ellie- sheâs a mega fan. the girl knows every lyric and note like the back of her hand. . . and everything about you, which isnât creepy at all. her apparent obsession with you is something that you and your tour manager can overlook if it means carrying on with the rest of the tour. forced proximity with a stalker-level fan . . . whatâs the worst thing that could happen?
warnings: smut in next chapter, talk of substance abuse, the reader is a tease and a bit of a bitch but itâs hot i promise, ellie is obsessed with reader to an unhealthy degree.
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It was the kind of love that tortured poets mused over. Ribs straining against a heavy heart.Â
Ellie had deluded herself, as any love drunk person does, that she wouldnât dissolve into a puddle on the floor if she were to meet you. She could keep her cool- downplay the crushing significance you held in her life. Your voice was constantly ringing in her ears. She could see your face in perfect clarity any time she closed her eyes. Pictures like snapshots played out behind her eyelids, and yet you always felt a million miles away for her. You were a perfect performer, situated on your sky-high pedestal, always out of her puny reach.Â
Because Ellie, as much as she despised this fact and dreamed of greatness, was a nobody. She grew up in a tiny town of no noteworthiness, her adolescent years spent dreaming about the planets and playing guitar with Joel. By all accounts Ellie was normal, while you were certainly not. Still, she liked to tell herself that sheâd somehow manage to make herself worthy of your affections if she were ever to be blessed with them.Â
Finding herself in a situation like this seemed like an impossibility. She was partially convinced that she was daydreaming, having concocted some elaborate fantasy just to feed the insatiable ache. She was starved for you with no way to feed herself.Â
All it had taken was a single audition tape. One. Single. Tape. Ellie was staring, wide eyed, at Gene fuckinâ Murray.Â
The blood rushed from her head, hands breaking out instantaneously into a clammy sweat. She couldnât think, couldnât function at the realization that she was staring at one of the people that she had worshiped for years. Geneâs talent had been praised by the likes of Lars Ulrich and Danny Carey. He wasnât popular just for his looks but for his undeniable talent.Â
And he was staring straight at Ellie, arms crossed over his toned chest as he waited expectantly. She felt like an idiot. Should she be playing? If so, what did they want her to play? Surely one of their songs. Sheâd glossed past the fact that she was a megafan, instead making it sound like she was just looking for a successful band to join. She was talented. No, Ellie was really talented.Â
She wasnât just a technical player, but excelled at making her own rules. She enjoyed the creative freedom that playing the guitar granted, and felt as though the world needed more Jimiâs and Van Halenâs. Ellie excelled at thinking outside of the box.Â
She wasnât very successful when it came to women, but had no problem making her guitar scream and cry for her.Â
She wasnât very successful when it came to women, but had no problem making her guitar scream and cry for her.Â
She wasnât very successful when it came to women, but had no problem making her guitar scream and cry for her.Â
So she took a deep breath and tried to steady her heart, once again stepping up to the mic. If there was one thing that all of your bandmates had in common, it was the attitude. Sheâd watched hundreds of interviews, had studied all of their movements and mannerisms. . .she understood you down to a science.Â
âSo do you want me to play or what?â Ellie spoke into the mic, gripping the neck of the guitar in the hopes that it might act as an anchor. She was scared that she might float away.Â
The managerâs eyebrows twitched at her sudden change in attitude but he didnât say anything, merely turned to look at Gene. For a second everyone just stared at her, like a bug under a microscope. After what felt like five minutes but was really just five seconds, Gene broke out into a grin, motioning to her with a flick of his wrist. He wasnât confident in her, Ellie could tell.Â
She had a sweet face, she knew that. Big green eyes and freckles- she was unsuspecting. People were usually shocked to find out that she had wrestled competitively in high school and had no problem putting a man three times her size on his ass. People expected very little from her, and perhaps that was part of Ellieâs real charm.Â
âWhat song?â She was staring at Gene now, gripping her guitar pick between two sweat-slick fingers.Â
âWhat âbout âSometime Soonâ? Know that one?â His tone was teasing. Condescending.Â
The song was fast paced. It was supposed to be played loud and hard- one of your angrier songs. Ellie knew that you had been the one to write this one, meaning it was one of her favorites. The notes werenât beginner friendly, but it wasnât exactly hard for her.Â
It was more style, less technical ability- which meant that Ellie would have no problem making this song her bitch.Â
It was obvious that Gene was the one meant to judge her. The manager was just that- a manager. They needed an actual musician to listen in. So she took a deep breath and readied herself. . .Â
and then the sound of your singing voice blasted into the booth. Drums, bass- she was meant to play with you.Â
She almost missed her que, eyes widening in nervousness. She thought that sheâd be playing all by her lonesome. She thought wrong it would seem. Theyâd started her off right in the middle of the song. Probably to throw her off. She jumped in, fingers sliding along the frets to shape out the correct notes. She tucked her guitar pick against the palm of her hand with her thumb, using the pads of her fingers to tap the strings. Faster. Faster. Faster. She didnât look up from her guitar to look at the menâs reactions to her playing. Instead she just pretended she was standing in the living room of her apartment, hellbent on getting another noise complaint from the bitchy nextdoor neighbor.Â
Her calloused fingers pinched the strings, satisfied with the way the guitar whined over the speakers. The guitar solo in this song was meant to be impressive- and it was, she had to give it to Leon. A lot of it was just bullshitting though. Heâd admitted that he came up with the solo in the actual sound booth off of the top of his head while they were recording the song.Â
The man was a god. He deserved âguitarist of the yearâ two years in a row. Ellie had the Los Angeles native beat though. Where he had grown up in the constant presence of âthe greatsâ, Ellie had grown up in a constant state of boredom. Sheâd been playing the guitar since she was fourteen. Every day sheâd sit down for hours and practice until her fingers bled. . . literally. She had thousands of hours on Leon, and she knew that with certainty.Â
Ellie moved the guitar up and down gently with her fret hand, prolonging the last note so that it cried the way she wanted it to. The muscles in her arms were sore from how hard she had been tensing during the song. Sheâd been a lot more mechanical about it than she was used to, but she had something to prove.Â
After a second she looked up from her guitar to gauge everyoneâs reactions. The manager had dropped his cold and indifferent demeanor, instead flashing her a small smile. It bolstered her, gave her the strength to turn and look at Gene.Â
He still had his arms crossed over his chest, and for a second Ellie was sure that he would tell her that she sucked. She widened her stance, shuffling her feet so that she was in a more defensive position. His heated gaze made her feel as though she needed to protect herself from whatever mental anguish he was about to put her through.Â
âI thought she was kick ass,â Gene finally spoke up, giving Ellie a small thumbs up. Her face lit up into a wide smile before she could school her reaction into one of indifference. âWhat do you think? Youâre the one that calls all the shots.â He spoke behind him, looking down at someone that had been hidden on the couch all along.Â
Ellie squinted her eyes, taking a step closer to the glass to see if there was another businessman sheâd somehow overlooked.Â
She saw your hair before she saw anything else. It was freshly dyed, different than the last sheâd seen you in all of the recent tabloid photos. You were clad in leather- pants so tight that they looked like a second skin. Your top was just as restrictive, breasts spilling out from the top, midriff revealed to show off the small silver piercing you had decorating your belly button.Â
You were Hecate in the flesh- dark, sinister, mysterious and capable of anything. Ellie didnât think that it would be possible, but you were even prettier in person. The sight of you sent a shock through her system, and for a second she felt her knees quiver, as if she could no longer hold up the weight of her own body. Her insides turned to mush; white, hot mush.Â
The Stendhal syndrome: Ellie had been brought to the very precipice of existence by sight alone. She was so overcome by your mere existence that she felt her eyes begin to well up with tears. Body trembling, eyes locked on to your face and nothing else- it felt like she might faint. She remembered reading about the syndrome once before in an art history class she took in college.Â
âAbsorbed in the contemplation of sublime beauty. . . I reached the point where one encounters celestial sensations.âÂ
The urge to flee was just as great as the urge to get her hands on you was. She was thankful for the wide stance she was currently in, because if her legs had been any closer together then she was positive she would have lost her balance and fallen over.Â
You were right there in front of her. Youâd been right in front of her the entire time, sheâd just been so focused on Gene that she hadnât even seen you in her panic. She stumbled forward, her sneakered foot catching the jack for the amp. She slapped her hands over her ears as a blood curdling screech began blaring over the speakers.Â
Ellie could have died. In fact. . . she just might. She dropped her guitar roughly on the ground as she raced over towards the amp, fingers shaking as she turned the knob to the volume.
The booth, once again, was silent. Silent enough to hear a pin drop. Slowly she turned, grimacing when she noticed the looks on everyoneâs faces. Sheâd embarrassed herself and ruined her chance. Even worse was the fact that sheâd humiliated herself in front of you.Â
She had somehow deluded herself into believing that the two of you were soulmates over the years. Sheâd compared your birth charts, life numbers- had taken multiple celebrity compatibility tests. All signs pointed to a resounding yes. The two of you were star crossed lovers, cursed to never know one another. She had told herself that if she were ever to bump into you in person that sheâd be able to keep her cool. Ellie was certain that she could pretend that she didnât know who you are- could downplay the significance that you held Â
Her ignorance was laughable. Sheâd been so overcome by your mere presence that sheâd stumbled on air while standing completely still. You were standing up straight now, and even from her spot behind the thick glass she could tell how much taller you were than her. You had to be wearing heels or platforms, because according to Google you were-Â
âYou know how many auditions weâve listened to today?â You had grappled the mic from the tech and were now hunched over his soundboard, the lights from all of the buttons and knobs casting strange, beautiful shadows over your face. Your eyeliner was dark and smoked out around your eyes, and in that moment Ellie wondered if you were an angel or a demon. âTwelve. Twelve fuckinâ people have walked into that booth today. Every single one of them has been absolute shit. So bad, in fact, that Iâve wanted to blow my fuckinâ brains out in this buildings tiny, piss-stained bathroom.âÂ
Ellie blanched, lips losing their pink color as the blood drained from her face. She was about to pass out. Her vision was already starting to tunnel. She grabbed onto one of the microphone stands to hold herself up, trying to keep her expression hard and unreadable. People often told her that she had âdead eyesâ, and she could only pray that her face wasnât giving her crushing grief away. It felt like someone had just died; like she had just died. Actually, she would have rather you just go ahead and stab her then tell her she sucked. You were her idol, her dream girl, her everything.Â
And you were telling her that youâd rather blow your fucking brains out then listen to her play. How was she supposed to recover from this? Sheâd heard the saying âdonât meet your heroesâ a thousand times, but this? Sheâd rather you just be a bitch to her. Actually, Ellie would probably like that. This was the worst thing she could have ever heard. Her nose twitched as tears began pooling in her eyes. She blinked a few times, praying that you couldnât tell in the nearly pitch black room you were standing in.Â
âBut this?â You turned towards your manager and pointed passionately at Ellie. âThis is music.âÂ
Breath left her lungs in a loud, audible whooshing sound, like a balloon deflating. Her shoulders relaxed, the hand that was white knuckling the mic stand falling limp at her side. No, you didnât hate her. You liked her.Â
You liked her.Â
Everyone had their vices. Leonâs had, apparently, been copious amounts of prescription drugs- often consumed simultaneously. You were used to getting what you wanted. You drank whenever you wanted to, fucked just about anyone that peaked your interest and got away with your usual rotten antics and bitchy behavior. You lived the lifestyle that youâd always dreamt of, even when you were a little kid.Â
You enjoyed putting on shows. You were flamboyant, loud, and werenât afraid of expressing yourself. Teachers often described you as a âfree thinkerâ back in your elementary school days. You dressed yourself for school each morning, each outfit louder and more daring than the next. You were an artist, and like most artists you had some inner demons that you fought against. You still fought tooth and nail, even to this day.Â
Finally though, after what felt like a thousand years of waiting and biding your time, you had the life you had always yearned for.Â
You sold out arenas, appeared on the front page of just about every magazine imaginable, and had celebrities clamoring over themselves to be your âbest friendâ of the week. Things were good.Â
But also a bit empty.Â
The friends that youâd made in your youth only used your name for bragging rights. Your parents had stopped showing up to concerts years ago, instead choosing to listen about your successes through their shitty television shows. Life felt a bit hollow.
Exciting. . . just different than you had always been used to.Â
âCome play with us.â One of the women whined from her spot on your plush hotel mattress. The bombshell blonde was already stripped down to her underwear, her eyes glazed over from whatever overpriced alcohol sheâd already taken from the suite's bar, at your expense no doubt.Â
Your manager was used to the up-charges on the company card. He would probably be relieved in the morning when he found out that you didnât break anything. There was still time for that, of course. It was only one in the morning, which meant you had nine more hours to get fucked up and wreck the cushy room.Â
âIâm not feeling up to it right now.â You said simply, already disinterested in the two women you had invited to bed with you tonight. You were holding a beer bottle loosely between two of your fingers, swishing the remainder of the room temperature alcohol absentmindedly.
You werenât much of an âobserverâ when it came to sex, more of a very active participant. Still, all you could do was sit back in one of the comfortable lounge chairs, muscles tense after a long show. You werenât exactly sure why youâd invited the women back to the hotel. They were both attractive and had come onto you at the same time. It was obvious what they had been insinuating, and who were you to deny two beautiful women? The first thing that had popped into your head being âa threesome might make me happyâ.
Except now you were bored out of your skull and would much rather be sleeping right now than watch two ditzy girls clumsily fondle each otherâs fake breasts.Â
âPlease? I want you to fuck me so bad-â There was a knock at the door, causing both girls to go silent for a second.Â
You pinched the bridge of your nose, exhaustion threatening to swallow you up whole. If it was your manager here to yell at you for âaccidentallyâ breaking an amp at tonight's show you were going to scream. It was too late for that bullshit. Still, you saw this excuse as a blessing.Â
âHear that, ladies? Looks like weâve gotta pack it up. Thanks for showing me a good time.â You stood up from the seat with a small groan, placing your beer bottle onto the counter clumsily. The glass clattered, almost spilling all over the shag carpet.Â
The two girls groaned, obviously frustrated that they hadnât successfully gotten you into bed with them. You werenât sure what was wrong with you lately. If this had happened a few months ago then. . . well, you would have fucked them- no questions asked. Were you maturing out of your âwild and crazyâ phase? No, you didnât think so.Â
You bent down, scooping up a discarded bra so that you could toss it onto the bed. Fabric rustled behind you as they began to quickly sort themselves out, hoping to beat you to the door.Â
âWho is it?â You called out in a sing-song voice, deciding that if your manager was already angry enough to show up in front of your door at one in the morning then you might as well have a little fun with it.Â
There was no reply on the other side of the door, causing you to scoff. He was giving you the silent treatment. You reached out for the door handle, only to have your shirt yanked on by one of the women. You could hear the seams ripping against the weight of her, her eyes wide with desperation.Â
âPlease let me show you a good time. I promise Iâm good- I swear.â There was a fear of rejection there, you could tell.Â
You felt a bit guilty and were quick to lean in to press a kiss on her cheek. âBaby, youâre gorgeous. Iâm sure you would have been wonderful- but Iâm tired. Thatâs all, okay? Itâs nothing personal.âÂ
And with that you opened the door. The air from the hallway was brisk, causing goosebumps to instantly break out on your bare arms and legs. You were expecting the balding, bespectacled Barry to be standing on the other side of the door, all in a huff about âexpensesâ and âdamages to the venueâ. Blah, blah, blah.Â
Instead it was Ellie. A very broken looking Ellie.Â
The girls were quick to straighten out their outfits, their attention now turned towards the guitarist. Groupies like this didnât care who they slept with, just so long as they were getting it in with someone that was in the band.Â
âYouâre Emma. . . right? The new guitarist? You were so great tonight. I mean- Leon was always a bit of a poser anyway. Youâre killing it.â One of the girls started, moving to stand next to you in the doorway.Â
You werenât sure why, but you felt angry. Genuinely angry. Were you jealous of Ellie? No, because you were sure they would still rather fuck you than her. Youâd been their first choice, afterall. Maybe you felt the need to shelter Ellie a bit? Yeah, that had to be it. She was still learning the ropes, and the last thing she needed was to be sexually harassed in a hotel hallway.
â. . . -lieâ She was mumbling under her breath, eyes locked on the expensive carpet beneath her ratty old sneakers.Â
She had changed out of her stage clothes and put on jeans and a t-shirt. Her hair looked wet too, meaning sheâd already taken a shower. She smelled earthy- Alpine, even.Â
You leaned against the frame, slamming your hand against the doorway to box the two women in, hoping to keep them away from the newbie. They flinched but both seemingly werenât off put in their newfound pursuit.Â
âYouâre the most talented guitarist Iâve ever seen live. I mean. . . your solos were incredible.â You hadnât managed to successfully remember the girlâs names. Just that they were friends with two guys that had worked security for the venue tonight. People often took advantage of connections like that in order to get close to you and your bandmates. It usually worked too. Tonight was different though. Tonight you had a real stick up your ass.Â
Ashley? Amber? Sophie? God, you were bad with names.
â. . . -is Ellie.â Your guitarist mumbled again, slowly moving back down the hall in the direction of her suite.Â
Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion over her attitude, and you were quick to stumble out of your room and down the hall after her.Â
âWait! Emma, can we get an autograph!â One of the half naked girls called after the two of you, trying desperately to shrug on her shirt to follow after.Â
Ellie turned then, eyes narrowed and teeth bared. Youâd. . . Youâd never seen her like that before.Â
âMy name is fucking Ellie! Who is Emma? Jesus fuckinâ Christ-â She dug her hand into the back pocket of her jeans, trying desperately to find her keycard.Â
The girls gasped at her outburst, jostled by the look of pure evil on her face. Even you were taken aback, not used to this kind of attitude from her. Still, youâd be lying if you said that you didnât know why she was acting like this.Â
Ellie was what some would call a âmega fanâ, though that would be putting it lightly. The word âstalkerâ would be more appropriate. Your manager knew that before he even messaged her for an audition. Heâd checked all of her social media sites and scrubbed the internet for anything he could find on her. One thing was made very clear:Â
Ellie was obsessed with you.Â
For whatever reason she seemed to be keeping it a secret from Gene and Chris. All she fessed up to them was that she enjoyed your music, which was why sheâd auditioned in the first place. Sheâd conveniently left out the dedicated fan blogs and the status of her cult-like following.
You didnât mind it. Sure, it was a bit creepy. . . but she was talented and you liked her. She could hold her own against Gene and Chrisâ constant asshole behavior, and had been receptive to Barry trying to teach her the ropes of the business. It was obvious that she wanted this, even if her motives werenât exactly purely for the music. Youâd let her be as close to you as she wanted if it meant that sheâd continue playing the way that she does. The crowd had loved her, and it was only her second show with the band.Â
She was a bit shy, but that would pass eventually. You remember your early debut days vividly. Youâd been just like her, maybe even a little worse.Â
âHey, stop for a second.â You reached out to grab her wrist, stopping her from fleeing after her outburst. She turned to glare at you, but her eyes softened as she took in your features.Â
You could feel her arm trembling in your grasp, so you gently let go. No matter how many times you touched her or spent time with her, she still seemed to get overly nervous in your presence. It was endearing.Â
âArenât you a bit busy? Donât let me ruin your fun-â She was being sarcastic.Â
âI was done with them by the time you knocked on the door. They arenât exactly my type. Iâm not sure why I even invited them back in the first place.â If you had to guess, youâd probably done it out of habit. You were used to inviting people back to your room or tour bus.Â
Ellie didnât seem pleased by your answer. If anything it seemed to upset her even more. She bristled, reaching back into her pocket for her keycard. What did she want to hear? That you hadnât touched them? You groaned, wiping an exhausted hand down your face.Â
The elevator dinged behind you, meaning the girls had finally taken the hint and were leaving with their tails tucked between their legs.Â
âAre you jealous or something?â You asked once the elevator doors were closed. The last thing you needed were the girls trying to sell information to some shitty gossip magazine.Â
She froze, eyes going wide and lips going pale. It was almost like she didnât think that you knew all about her dirty little secret. A part of you wanted to tease her. Really make her squirm.Â
âWhy would I be jealous? Those girls werenât exactly my type either.â She was good at playing things off. Ellie was a good liar.Â
But you were good at sniffing out the bullshit. It was one of your many talents.Â
âNot of me,â You leaned against the wall next to her door, watching with curious eyes as she began fumbling in her pockets for her key. âOf them. Do you wish I had taken you back to my room or something?â You cooed flirtatiously, flashing her one of your most sinister smiles.Â
She coughed, turning around so that she could hide her face from you. This nearly had you groaning out loud in disappointment. Was she blushing? Do her freckles look even brighter when her skin gets all pink and hot?Â
Nah, it was dangerous to think like this. Band members were always off limits. It was a recipe for disaster. The last thing you needed was another Stevie Nicks and Lindsey Buckingham situation on your hands. Your PR team wouldnât be able to recover. Theyâd just barely gotten over the âLeonâ incident by the skin of their teeth.Â
Your old band member having to be tackled by three cops in a hotel lobby was horrible. It made you look sloppy. And sleeping with the brand new edition to the band was definitely sloppy.Â
âYouâre acting crazy.â Ellie told you, shoving the keycard into the lock so that she could clammer into her room.Â
Pushing the boundaries was sort of your thing. You enjoyed being bad, fuck the consequences. Right about now you wanted to kiss Ellie. What would her reaction be? Was she a good kisser? You wanted to know. No- you needed to know.Â
âYouâre right. Iâm talking nonsense, donât listen to me,â You called after her into the room. âSweet dreams.âÂ
And with that you sauntered back to your own room, practically purring in delight over the fact that it had been that easy to get to Ellie like that. You loved pushing the boundaries. . . and now you had a new toy to play with.
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Can you please make reader and Damian having to share the same hotel room but itâs not an awkward situation, itâs like they are best friends but they constantly tease each other and act like a married couple and they both have feelings for each other but they never confessed it? Make it fluff please
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âŒïža lot of tension, sexual tension and mention of nudity but no actual smut, feels, a lot of feelsâŒïž
couple things
âyou riding with me?â you heard damian asking you once he got to his rental outside of the airport.
âpleaseâŠâ you didnât want to call a taxi so his offer was perfect. especially when it was so late and you were in a city you didnât know.
he laughed and you joined him into the car.
âthe flight tore me off, iâm so tiredâ you complained while damian kept driving. he was tired too but he didnât mind stay awake for a little more.
âand i thought you would eat something with meâŠâ he smirked.
âwell, since we were booked in the same hotel room i guess you wouldnât mind ordering some take out and eating in bed? please?â he knew he couldnât say no when you asked him so nicely so he agreed, noticing how tired you were.
âi like that ideaâ he smiled.
once you got to the hotel, he helped you with your bags, claiming that you were too tired to carry your own bags and so you let him do it, definitely not complaining.
when you got to the room, you couldnât help but notice that there was just one bed instead of the usual two beds. you didnât mind it at all since you and damian had sleepovers almost every week, but you saw it in his eyes that maybe the situation was making him uncomfortable.
âis there something wrong?â you asked, fearing that he would want to change room.
ânoâŠi just hope this doesnât make you uncomfortableâ you couldnât believe he was prioritising you instead of his own comfort âyou knowâŠwe shared rooms multiple times, but we never shared the bedâŠâ
you laughed âdamian, we fell asleep together on my couch probably twenty times in the last yearâŠitâs not a problem sleeping with you, iâll use it as an excuse so you can keep me warmâ your words didnât mean to make him hot, but somehow he had the opposite reaction and felt like he was exploding.
so you both began to get ready.
damian ordered some food while you were in the bathroom changing to something more comfy âoh shitâŠâ you whispered. your bra got stuck and you couldnât find a way to open it without tearing your shoulders off.
âis everything okay?â he asked when he heard your worried voice.
âdamian can you come inside please?â
he did as you told him, but he definitely wasnât expecting to see you almost naked, just wearing a pair of panties and your bra âdios mioâŠâ he whispered closing immediately his eyes when he saw your bare figure.
you couldnât help a laugh, wondering why he was reacting this way when he saw you wearing bikinis all the time.
âdamian i canât open my braâŠcan you help me? i think itâs stuckâ
âme?â his eyes opened while he watched you through the bathroom mirror.
âyes duhâŠyou, youâre the only one hereâŠand iâve been trying to get it out for the past ten minutes, pleaseâŠâ he couldnât say no to your doe eyes but you definitely werenât helping the tension he was feeling when you were almost naked in front of him.
his warm hands touched your back, sending shivers all over your body. it took him only two seconds to open it up and you were shocked. his laugh erupted in the room when he saw your shocked face through the mirror âhowâŠhow the fuck did you do it! iâve been trying for the past ten minutes!â
âyou should shorten your nails mariposaâ he whispered before leaving the bathroom. his eyes caught the moment when you left your bra fall on the floor and he swore you were even more beautiful. naked, no make up, your hair in a messy ponytail. this was the person he liked.
you were too busy getting ready that you didnât even noticed damian watching you before exiting the bathroom.
a couple of minutes later you joined damian on the bed âis that my shirt?â he asked amused.
âyou forgot it last time at my house and i thought of giving it back to you but itâs so comfyâ you said, yawning.
âfood is going to be here in thirty minutes, do you wanna sleep in the meantime orâŠâ
âif i fall of asleep now thereâs no way youâre gonna wake me up in thirty minutesâ you joked â we should probably watch the tv or a movie or just something that keeps me awakeâ and so damian put the tv on, watching the news.
âbefore you say anything, the news are interesting and very entertainingâ he sounded serious but you couldnât help yourself and you started laughing.
âwhatever you said damianâŠâ
there was a comfortable silence between the two of you as he watched the news and you tried your best not to fall asleep. you received a notification saying that the food was here and that the rider was waiting for him in the hotel lobby so he told you that he would be back in a couple of minutes and while you were waiting for him, you decided to rest your eyes for a little bit.
damian took the food and gave a big tip to the guy, especially since it was almost midnight it started to rain outside.
on his way back to the hotel he started thinking of you. the way you are always there for him. not only for good moments but also to support him when he fell down and he wondered if the crush he had on you would ruin your friendship forever if he told you about it.
when damian got back into the bedroom, he saw you resting on the bed âhope youâre not sleeping mariposaâ he chuckled.
âiâm just resting my eyesâ you yawned âcome here, iâm starvingâ you didnât even know what he ordered but at this point you didnât even care, you were so hungry and it was so late that you didnât mind eating whatever he brought.
he placed the food on the bed carefully not ruining the blanket and he smiled when he saw you gasping, opening the box â you got me my favourite chicken wingsâ you said happily âthank you!â
âyouâre welcome hermosaâ he said the next to you on the bed happily eating his food. he couldnât lie if he said that he wasnât tired, especially since it was midnight and he had been travelling all day long.
after you were both finished with the food, you quickly use the bathroom before leaving it to damian so he could change and take a shower. you were falling asleep on the bed but you wanted to wait for him to hold you especially since now that you were really cold. his t-shirt was comfortable, but it definitely wasnât made for the kind of weather that was going on outside.
his heart beat fester when he saw you half asleep on his side of the bed, trying to find a comfortable position between the pillows and the blanket that was in keeping you warm enough.
âis that my spot?â he asked, even if he already knew the answer.
âitâs more comfortableâŠand it smells like you, itâs niceâ his heart went faster when you almost confessed to him.
âglad you like my perfumeâ he joked, making you laugh.
âcome hereâŠâ you tapped next to you, showing him the spot next to you on the bed âiâm coldâŠâ
he got on the bed next to you, laughing at your reaction ânext time bring a real pj to wear, so you wonât be coldâ
âyouâre sleeping half naked and youâre never coldâŠhow do you do that?â you asked them when you saw him just wearing a pair of shorts, his torso naked, showing on full display his muscles and tattoos.
âiâm latino, iâm never coldâ he proudly answered.
âwhateverâ you laughed âcome here and hug me, iâm freezingâ and he wouldâve been really stupid to say no to your proposal. so he hugged you, making you lay your head on his chest.
your legs intertwined with his stronger ones. he could feel how cold you were, but at the same time he could feel how close you were to him. it wasnât the first time he hugged you or laid you in his lap.
but tonight, somehow, it was different.
it was a different context.
your action showed him that you really trusted him. not only as a friend but also as a protector. you felt safe in his arms. and even if he was thinking the dirtiest things when he his hands moved on your back, he couldnât help but feel grateful for you.
âgoodnight mariposaâ he whispered, softly placing a kiss over your head.
ânight damianâŠâ you yawned one last time before falling asleep.
his heart melted when he felt your tiny hands squeezing his back, almost like his chest was a pillow to you.
and he swore he could get used to having you like this every single night.
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Natasha Romanoff A-Z Fluff Alphabet
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A - Affection (how do they show affection to their s/o)
Natasha is more subtle in her affection - but not always! She tends to be more jovial and more likely to grin, one that reaches her eyes, when she's with you. She might playfully punch you on the shoulder, lean on you, or pull on your wrist. Sometimes, it's whispering sweet things in your ear, showing up with your favorite takeout after a long day, or a snuggle session, but in general, she gives love through acts of service for you.
B - Best Friend (what are they like as a best friend?)
She doesn't have many friends, which is by choice. However, she doesn't expect people to give her a chance to be a friend. It's why she's so touched that Steve reveals he trusts her in Winter Soldier. She has proven to be ride or die. Even when she disagrees, she would rather value the person and their relationship over being right, as seen with Clint in Civil War. She's the type that you can vent to at any hour of the day, or if you're hurt, she'll ask who she has to kill. She has contingency plans upon contingency plans, so if you need help with an issue, she is almost guaranteed to have a solution.
C - Cuddling (do they like to cuddle? And how would they do it?)
Cuddling is unusual for her because it rarely happened to her growing up, but also, as an adult, she was always "taught" that cuddling could lead to sex with a target. Cuddling for the sake of intimacy and comfort wasn't on her radar. She's not exactly touch-starved, but she does enjoy cuddling once she gets used to it. She loves to spoon, with her being the big spoon, regardless of your height.
D - Domestic (do they want to settle down? How good are they at cooking and cleaning)
I will go into this in more detail later, but commitment is new to her. The idea of someone wanting her for HER despite everything she has done is new to her, but she does find herself craving stability and domesticity. Her time in Ohio was the best time of her life, and she'd love to have that again. Nat can do the "stereotypical" cleaning and cooking. She was taught it in the Red Room as it was part of the perfect housewife image. However, she does not like that this role is always assigned to her. She thinks it's entirely sexist for people to assume she's going to do all the domestic tasks because she's a woman. In a relationship, this is very much so different. She doesn't make special meals on her own unless it's her choice to share with the Avengers. For her, it's usually something quick and easy. She doesn't care other than that, but she does try with you. She is also very tidy; again, things are utilitarian in her apartment, but she appreciates that you are livening up the place.Â
E - Ending (if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
ThisâŠ.is not Natasha's best moment; honestly, it would likely hurt quite a bit.
She is the most likely to be very businesslike and more like speaking to a co-worker than a former lover. However, it is also possible that she simply disappears or leaves a note. It is not a happy headcanon but a possible and realistic one. Now, if you were dating her later in her life, like around the time of Infinity War, she is far less likely to do this.
F - Fiancé (how do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
Natasha is very much a novice to love. She knows how it works and how to get people to fall in love with her, and she believes she's been in love before. However, putting this all into practice in a "normal" relationship is difficult for her, but once you've earned her trust, she is a very committed partner, and she would put her entire heart into it. She doesn't think she'll ever be married, even if she dreams of it. She thinks it's a pipe dream, but the more you talk about it with her, the more likely she is to hope.
G - Gentle (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
Natasha is capable of great gentleness, but the problem is feeling secure enough to show this as she tends to spook. She struggles greatly with emotional availability. Her gentleness is very subtle and more likely reserved for privacy with you. This is for both emotional and physical gentleness.Â
H: Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)Â
She's not really a hugger, no. Physical affection was deeply discouraged for her growing up, and even being undercover in Ohio, she struggled with hugs and "normal" affection. (Of course, that never stopped Yelena from giving her tackle hugs.) She is the type to give a hug when she believes it's truly needed and will be useful. It is a very thoughtful and deliberate gesture from her. Ex: Hugging Steve after Peggy's funeral or hugging Clint in I.W. With a romantic partner, her first inclination is not to give a hug, but she would try to anticipate your needs and affection style. She's likely to hold you from behind or something similar rather than give you a hug. Her hugs are very tender and gentle but almost protective.
I: I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
It would take months, but more likely a year or more before she says it. She will show it in other ways, but to say it would take a long time. She's had very few actual relationships, so she is admittedly new to love.Â
J: Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?)
Natasha would appear completely neutral. You wouldn't be able to tell unless you really were looking for a sign, and even then? Good luck with that. However, she may make a teasing comment or two, but she's not the type to actually entertain jealousy. She's very secure that way because she knows what she's worth and the work the two of you put into your relationship. However, she might still sneak an arm around the waist or give a "reminder" kiss.Â
K: Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you?)
Kissing the Black Widow is as magical and enigmatic as you can imagine. She knows what she's doing, but the difference is she cares whereas before, they were all marks. The cheek and lips are her main targets, but she knows about all your secret sensitive areas and is not afraid to use those against you in public.Â
L: Little Ones (How are they with kids?)
Natasha loves children and is lovely with them, as seen with the Bartons, but she still feels as though she's too cold and too robotic. She would love to have a family of her own to give them the life she never experienced. She's happy to be an aunt, but having her own children would be extremely meaningful.
M: Mornings (How are mornings spent with them?)
Natasha is up early as hell. She has always been this way, thanks to the Red Room. She gets up early, grabs a coffee, trains, and reads reports for the day. She's usually up at 6:00 am. However, she will often make you breakfast and place leftovers in the fridge for you to enjoy later. Occasionally, she'll pack a snack to help you through your day. Expect a sticky note with a good morning message if you aren't awake for her to give you a proper goodbye. When dating you, she doesn't exactly sleep in more, but she will stay in bed to cuddle a bit later while working on her phone.Â
N: Night (How are nights spent with them?)
Nat tends to struggle with insomnia, most of it stems from an overactive mind. It's not anxiety, per se, but her mind is always in overdrive, thinking of contingency plans, other Avengers business, her 'real family,' or her life with you. She will usually settle down with tea and a book before sleeping. Sometimes, you have to take the book from her and turn off the lights for her to get the hint. She swings between preferring her space to sleep or cuddling. It depends on her mood.Â
O: Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
This is Natasha Romanoff we're talking about. She is incredibly slow to reveal anything about herself. She doesn't lie about her past, per se, but she gives half-truths or very vague answers before eventually letting you in to reveal more about her life. She will never tell you everything; you must be okay with that. That's simply part of her rules. To pry would be disrespectful and would be a turn-off for her. She can be encouraged to share things but not be pried.
P: Patience (How easily angered are they?)
Nat has the patience of a saint in most areas. Yes, she has things she won't tolerate, but for someone to actually anger her would be quite difficult. Someone would have to be blatantly cruel or foolish for her to get angry, and even then, her anger is biting and cold, not raging. This woman handled the downfall of SHIELD, the Accords, and Thanos' snap fall out and held herself together quite well for all of it, even when there were times she would be in the right to be beyond angry.Â
Q: Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every detail in passing, or do they kind of forget? )
Natasha was trained to remember things. Her memory might as well be photographic. It doesn't matter if it's a band you mentioned liking once or off-handedly mentioned disliking cilantro in passing; she will remember. That can be a negative, though, if there is an argument because she will remember exactly what you said. HOWEVER, she hates to fight, so she will put conflict resolution above all else.
R: Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
When you accepted Natasha for who she was after telling you some of her darkest stories one night after suffering nightmares. She had told you about Budapest and some of the early missions she completed for Russia - memories that still haunted her with events that she wasn't proud of. Instead of spurning her, you had soothed her instead. You didn't pity her or try to say that "everything was going to be fine." You acknowledged her and told her she was worthy anyhow. That meant everything to her, as she had expected the worst.Â
S: Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)Â
Nat's protectiveness can be almost startling. She is practically paranoid about your safety. In fact, you might have to talk to her about toning it down if you can ever find out the extent of her protection, which is unlikely. She is more likely to be overprotective when she's out of town.Â
Natasha doesn't need protection, and she would prefer that you don't think that way toward her, either. However, she does appreciate that you look out for her by reminding her to eat, get enough sleep, slow down on work, etc.Â
T: Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, and gifts?)
Natsha's thoughtfulness is off the charts. It's one thing that makes her such a good friend and partner. She will spend weeks planning something for you, whether it's getting the highest-quality ingredients to cook you something or finding the best way to whisk you away to a nice weekend away somewhere. If you collect something, you know she's been on eBay or using other channels to get you something nice to add to the collection.
U: Ugly (What would be a bad habit of theirs?)
Nat sits or lays down in horrible positions, which causes her bone and joint pain later on in the evening. Her flexibility is her friend and foe.Â
V: Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
Natasha is well aware that she's stunning. She knows she doesn't have to do anything to have people admire her or envy her. However, on average, she spends far less on her looks than Yelena. She knows what she likes to wear, and that is usually a mix of sleek and utilitarian. She doesn't spend a lot of time on fashion, but she understands trends. She tends to wear what she wants and applies light makeup, but this is not a priority for her.
W: Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
Yes, but she would acknowledge that something would be missing without your presence. However, she's been alone for longer.She is used to being alone or playing second fiddle to someone else. That doesn't mean she enjoys it, but she is used to it.
X: Xtra (A random headcanon for them)
Nat is a secret, cozy game fanatic. She loves Animal Crossing the most and will play it with Yelena and a few of the other Avengers who have it. (Steve, Bucky, and the Bartons, mainly.) Scott Lang tried to friend her, and she left him on read.
She's not as interested in the farming games, but she'll play them. She likes the ones with a unique premise.Â
Z: Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)
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Just Dance It Off
â Summary: You're over the moon when you land the female lead in the end-of-semester show. It feels like your hard work has finally paid off, everything is going great. Well, until you learn who your partner isâŠ
â jimin x f.reader | 9.5k words | 18+ â genre: smut, angst, fluff, ballet dancers au, enemies to lovers, performing arts college au
â Warnings: explicit and unprotected sex, jealousy, masturbation, alcohol consumption, underage drinking, use of fake ID, mild exhibitionism, creampie, hair pulling, angry sex, nipple play, degradation, dirty talk, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, multiple smut scenes, heavy teasing & banter, edging, orgasm denial, light choking
â Author Note: This is a rewrite of an old 2019 fic of mine, so I hope you enjoy the newest version! If youâd like to read this on ao3 instead itâs been crossposted here! Also a biiiiiiig thank you so Sarah @caelesjjk for beta editing this for me. Go show her some love if you aren't already following her! As always, all likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated <3
âOh, no,â you hear one of the dancers behind you whisper to another, âLook whoâs walking in.â
Your curiosity gets the best of you as you casually stretch, your eyes betraying you by glancing over your shoulder toward the door, dying to see who theyâre talking about. You recognize him almost immediately and the whispers continue to grow about the slender male who is walking across the room to set his stuff down.
Park Jimin.
Of course, he would be auditioning for this show. Itâs his final semester, and you really should have seen this coming. Especially since you knew he was bound to get whatever position he was auditioning for. Thatâs a given.
Park Jimin always gets whatever he wants in life; whether that be a specific role in a performance, who his performance partners are both on the stageâŠand in the bedroom, that sort of thing. Heâs the most pretentious person youâve ever met, seeing as he acts like he is Godâs gift to the dance world, and youâre already dreading any interaction youâll have with him.
Rumor has it that his daddy, former dancer and sponsor, paid his way into Juilliard, but as much as you hate to admit it, he (unfortunately) happens to be very talented and you doubt the school didnât already have something lined up for him, regardless of who his family is. Unlike you, who was on the waitlist for two months and had to take out a loan worth more than your life to attend this school.
Your eyes meet his and Jimin does a once-over before moving onto the people to your left. What a prick.
âY/N!â a voice yells from the entryway. Your familiar, freckled, redheaded best friend is quickly prancing towards you.
âIâm so happy to see you here,â Catalina squeals before hugging you tightly. âWhat part are you auditioning for? Please tell me itâs lead. God, I miss you. It sucks that we donât have any classes together this semester. How are you?â
You hug your petite friend back, âI miss you too! Please tell me that youâre not also auditioning for lead, I donât want to be judged against you. Your pirouettes are perfect compared to my lousy ones.â
Her laugh echoes through the room. âApparently you didnât hear about my recent tumble,â she jokes, bumping her shoulder into yours. âIâll gladly be in the background after my solo-gone-wrong.â
âAlright, everyone!â One of the male judges calls out, walking past the lineup of dancers to collect everyoneâs entry form. âWeâll start with the routine you were required to memorize as a group, and then it will be individual evaluations after. Make sure your numbers are secured and letâs line up outside the door.â
After taking your place and getting into position with the rest of the packed room, you wait for the cue to begin. The routine is short and simple, and years of practice have made some of the required moves second nature.
Before you know it, the judges are escorting people out the door for the individual sessions.
You're about twentieth in line, right behind Cat. That makes you a bit nervous because, even though sheâs not auditioning for the lead role, her impressive skills might land her a more prominent part than the one sheâs aiming for.
Everyone else is quietly chatting in line while you do your best to relax, working through your routine in your mind. This is one of your pre-audition rituals. It always helps with easing your nerves.
By the time you finish running through a couple of full-outs in your head, youâre second in line. You wish Cat good luck as sheâs ushered into the dance studio. Her five minutes go by almost too quickly, but she exits with a happy smile.
âHey, good luck! Kill it, okay?â
You nod, quickly following after the woman who calls your name next.
âMiss Y/N, it says here that youâre auditioning for the female lead. As a sophomore?â Mr. Jenson, one of your dance professors and judge, questions. You prepared for this. Itâs very uncommon for an underclassman to try out for such a prestigious role.
âYes, sir. Thatâs correct.â You hold your head high.
âWell, I have to say Iâm quite impressed with your confidence. Whenever youâre ready.â
You wait for the familiar beginning notes of Tchaikovskyâs Waltz Of The Flowers to play before flying effortlessly through your well-practiced routine. Youâre banking on the emotional state of your dancing along with the technical moves youâve included to impress the judges, and based on their faces when you finish, you figure you did just that. You canât help but grin widely as you watch the four of them scribble furiously onto the sheets of paper. Thatâs a really good sign.
âI have to say, I was a little thrown off in the beginning by your song choice since itâs so, hmm, how do I say this, so amateur. But I was very surprised by what you chose to express and the level at which you dance,â the first judge says.
âYes, the lines you created with your body were very exquisite,â another praises.
You nodded, taking in their advice and criticism.
âThank you, Miss Y/N, you may exit.â Mr. Jenson says with a smile.
As soon as you step out the door and exhale, you feel a sense of relief. The excitement of your successful audition courses through you, filling you with good energy.
You find Cat stretching in the warm-up room next door.
âOh my god, you got it. Didnât you?â She squeals the second she sees your face.
âI donât knowâŠâ You have a pretty good idea based on their responses and comments but arenât positive.
âOh, please,â she rolls her eyes, âThatâs your âI just nailed my auditionâ face. You totally got it.â
âI hope so. God, wouldnât that be so insane? When was the last time an underclassman got the lead?â
Someone behind you scoffs; you look over your shoulder and see that itâs Jimin. Your eyes narrow at him, but Cat turns you back before you go off on him. âNot worth it, the rest of us seniors think itâs great that youâre trying for a top spot. How about we go get a drink from the vending machine while we wait?â
You nod before grabbing your warm-up bag and follow her out. âI canât believe him. Heâs so stuck up,â You grumble once youâre far enough away that no one but Cat can hear you.
âHeâs always like that, just be thankful that you donât share any classes with him.â
Youâve heard that Jimin is usually the center of attention in class, whether itâs his choice or not, so you canât imagine being stuck in one with him. It sounds like it would be impossible to get good feedback if the teachers only care about him.
After you both buy the drinks that you want, you head back. The line is smaller but it will still be at least a half-hour until everyone has had their turn. You sigh impatiently and head back into the warm-up room.
Deciding to sit along the mirrored wall, you rummage through your bag to find a pair of headphones and put your favorite playlist on shuffle while you wait. Even though it feels like half the day goes by while youâre sitting there waiting, itâs really only been about an hour.
Everyoneâs attention lands on Madam Jamie, one of the contemporary dance professors, when she asks everyone to re-enter the audition room.
âOkay,â she starts once everyone gets in line, âThose whose numbers I am about to call, please step forward. Dancers eleven, one fifty-three, one forty-seven, seventeen, thirty-eight, twenty-two, and one ten.â
Cat gives you a concerned look as she steps forward without you.
âSeventy-two, fifteen, sixty-eight, thirty, thirty-four, eighty-two, one twenty-oneââ you step forward and sigh in relief once she spoke your number. Tuning out the rest of the numbers called, you smile at Cat as she reaches for your hand and gives it a reassuring squeeze.
âEveryone else, Iâm sorry to inform you that you have not been selected. Thank you for your time,â She finishes, resting her clipboard against her chest.
Those who didnât make the cut are escorted out as Mr. Jenson stands up to make an announcement.
âI have everyoneâs part listed here,â He shakes the paper in his hand. âItâll be left on this table for you all to look over. However, I want to first congratulate you all. We are excited to have this much talent for the semesterâs exhibition show. We have some great things planned and cannot wait to get started with you all. Please take note of our rehearsal schedule. Monday, Wednesday, Friday. Eight to noon. Most of you should not have conflicting schedules as all dance classes are held in the afternoon anyway, although if you do have a problem just stay after and we can work it out. Madam Jamie and I will see you back here Monday morning. Dismissed.â
You and Cat both wait until more people clear out of the room before you have the guts to read the paper.
Catalina Wilde - Corps de ballet
Your eyes wander across the page as you search for your name.
Y/N - Lead Female Soloist
Turning towards each other, you squeal âOh my god,â at the same time.
âI canât believe it. We both got what we wanted,â you excitedly rush out.
âI know, this never happens. Oh, Iâm so excited!â She reaches for your hand and squeezes it again, picking up the paper with her other hand.
âOh, no.â She turns the paper towards you, âLook who your partner is.â
Park Jimin - Lead Male Soloist
You huff, âOf course, Iâm not surprised.â You turn your head and search the mostly-empty room for him. You have a feeling heâs still here, itâs like you can sense his presence.
âCat! You coming?â the group of dancers near the door asks.
âShoot, Iâve got to head to my next session. Iâll see you later, okay?â Cat says, giving you a quick hug as she runs out the door.
Leaving just you and Jimin.
Deciding to let go of your prejudice against Jimin, you figure the best move would be to congratulate him on getting the part he auditioned for.
He watches blankly from the mirrored wall as you walk towards him.
Once in front of him, you stick your hand out. âHey congrats, Iâm looking forward toââ you begin before he rudely cuts you off by holding up his hand.
âYeah, whatever,â he sneers, âWe need to take this extremely seriously so I expect you to be at our rehearsals an hour early so we can get in extra time,â he looks you over again, âFrom what I can tell youâre gonna need it.â
âAlso,â apparently he isnât finished, âI expect that youâll be taking care of your diet from here on out since Iâm going to be lifting you and I donât want my arms to give out, or worse, snap.â
âWell, you can always go to the gym and work on that yourself,â you say defensively. What a jerk.
âSo can you, sweetheart.â
âUh, wow. OkayâŠâ Here you are trying to congratulate him and here he is treating you like dirt. âGuess the rumors are true,â you mutter as you shift your duffel strap further up your shoulder, turning to leave.
âExcuse me?â Well, shit. He wasnât supposed to hear that part. You look him in the eyes without showing any regret for your previous statement.
His eyes narrow at you, clearly not liking your RBF, âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
âNothing. Sorry.â However, you arenât.
âYou know,â he remarks, âI donât care about what youâve heard about me or what you think about me. I care if youâre going to be too immature for this role and if thatâs the case Iâll have no trouble replacing you.â He follows you out the audition room.
Oh boy, youâre pissed now. You turn around and get right in his face.
âWhat the fuck? In case you havenât noticed, you arenât in charge here. Just because youâre a senior and Iâm a sophomore doesnât make you any better than me,â you bark while shoving a finger in his chest.
âSecondly, I donât need to believe the rumors because youâve just proven them to be true. Youâre an ass to all of your partners to the point that they donât want to dance with you so you can,â you lift up your hands to finger quote this next part, âPick who you think is good enough.â
You scoff, âWell, hereâs a fun fact dickwad. Iâm not going anywhere. The judges chose me and I fully intend on dancing as the female lead in the show. So get the fuck over yourself âcause youâre about to be seeing a lot of me in these next few months. Got it?â
"Fine,â he huffs, pushing past you.
âFine!â you snap, turning away from him and heading towards your next class. Now that you're thoroughly annoyed and not in the mood for your next class, which happens to be a two-hour lecture on the history of interpretive dance, you sigh and get moving before youâre late.
The first two weeks of ârehearsalsâ are spent training, just at a higher level than youâre used to. However, you hide it well. Youâve been making sure to keep up with the upperclassmen because you know that you are, unfortunately, replaceable if Madam Jamie or Mr. Jenson deems it necessary.
It doesnât matter that your thighs feel like they are on fire, or that your calves might be ripping at every bend and arch you make. Youâre going to complete the one hundred pliĂ©s just like everyone else without a single complaint.
Jimin must have taken your last conversation to heart, or heâs exceptionally good at masking his feelings if your words bothered him, because heâs been an excellent partner all week. Although, you know you arenât going to grow a typical relationship with him as you did with all of the other partners you have had over the years. Youâve been friends, good friends, even, with your previous partners, something you know is never going to happen with Jimin.
He doesnât do small talk. He really doesnât have much to say at all other than pointing out when you are making a mistake. No good comments, nor praiseânot that youâre expecting anyâbut it would have been nice to hear him say that he is impressed with how well youâre keeping up with him.
Itâs Friday of the second week, which means that itâs the last day of the training period aka hell week, thankfully. Youâre dying to get started on learning the actual program. You arenât looking forward to Jiminâs request of showing up an hour earlier than everyone else this next week, but even though you hate to admit it, the extra time will end up benefiting you.
Today also happens to be the day the choreographer is coming in. Youâve heard the whispers throughout the school this week, everyone trying to guess who itâs going to be.
And after seeing who Madam Jamie walks into the studio with, youâre so happy to see that they were all wrong.
âO-oh myâohmygod,â you bumble and did a double-take. It couldnât be, could it?
The brown curls hung gorgeously on the tall manâs head and you internally drool at how much better looking he is in person. Heâs so tan, so fit, so deliciousâ
âCan you concentrate?â Jimin grumbles in annoyance, pulling you out of your slightly inappropriate thoughts. Youâre doing partner stretches, which does require some level of focus, but not enough that you have to look away from the literal Italian God who stood a mere six feet away. âWhatâs your deal anyway? Weâre supposed to be preparing our muscles for the toughest training session yet and youâre over there stuttering like a fool.â
You scoff at him and lower your voice, âDonât you know who that is?â
Jimin rolls his eyes. âDoes it look like I care?â He mutters, pushing the backside of your thigh towards your torso.
âYou canât be serious,â you exasperate. âThatâs Luca Black! You know, one of the most famous choreographers in the dance world right now. I canât believe you donât see how big of a deal this is.â
âThe only thing I care about right now is making sure your hamstrings are loose so you donât kick me in the face when weâre dancing.â
Now thereâs an ideaâŠ
âAlright, everyone! Front and center please,â Mr. Jenson announces as he walks in the door, right on time as usual.
âDancers, I would like you to meet Mr. Black, your choreographer. I expect you all to treat him with the same level of respect that you give me and Madam Jamie.â
âOh please,â Mr. Black says, stepping forward, âYou can all call me Luca.â His smile hits the heart of every girl in the class, and even a few of the guys. âI am looking forward to working with you all to make this performance one to remember. Can we get into a lineup to start?â
Everyone moves into the typical sequence based on each personâs position of where they belong. Which meant that you and Jimin were dead center with Lucaâs eyes right on you.
You swallow slowly when he walks towards the two of you. âYou must be Y/N. Mr. Jenson has told me quite a lot about you. I have to say, I am most excited to work with a dancer like you.â
Jimin is perplexed that Luca went straight to you. If anything, heâs the better dancer here and he doesnât quite understand why a sophomore is getting so much attention. Heâs nearly sick to his stomach listening to the nauseating conversation that you two are having.
âItâs an honor to have you working with us Mr. Black,â you say in awe as you shake his hand.
âLuca,â he corrects before lifting your hand to kiss it, âAnd the pleasure is most definitely all mine.â
âSorry,â you pant, rushing through the door. âI know Iâm a couple of minutes late. I couldnât find parking. Why is it so freaking busy? Itâs barely seven.â
âDonât let it happen again,â Jimin says ignoring your question. You bite your tongue and get straight into your morning stretches.
âWhat do you want to work on today?â you ask, knowing what he is going to say after youâre warmed up. For the past three weeks, you and Jimin have been dedicating extra time to perfecting scene two's Pas De Deux.
Itâs the only section of this scene where youâre both completely alone on stage and Jimin is dead-set on making it nothing less than perfect. He reasons that just because you are the only two people on stage doesnât mean that the audienceâs attention is a given, you need to earn it.
Which is a very on-brand thing for Jimin to say.
âDo you really need to ask?â He snickers with a playful smile plastered to his face.
âNevermind then,â you banter back, joining him as he finishes stretching.
Youâve surprisingly gotten pretty comfortable with Jimin after spending more time with him. Dancing with him is mostly fun, besides when he calls you out on your mistakesâŠrepeatedly. But even then, you know he tries to mean well. You both have to be the best or the other will end up looking like a foolâwhich (you assume) neither of you want to happen.
Knowing that youâre almost halfway through the semester is a little terrifying. All the dancers have been making great progress and everything is coming together seamlessly, but you canât help but feel the nervousness set in.
You take a deep breath and clear your thoughts, getting nervous right now will do you no good. Thankfully, when you start dancing your mind settles and youâre able to concentrate on your performance.Â
Well, that is, until Jimin drops you during the lift. You might have understood the mistake if he hadnât done it three times prior.
âGet up.â He holds his hand out for you, pulling you to your feet. âWe need to get this number down, you know how important it is.â
âIâm aware of that,â you hiss. âBut it would be nice if you werenât letting me fall every two seconds.â You rub your aching side and stretch to see if that helps ease the pain.
âJust dance it off, youâll be fine.â Jimin walks over to his stuff along the wall, before bending down to grab his water bottle.
You scowl. âStop being ridiculous and hold me properly. I donât have teeth anywhere down there,â you say motioning to the space between your legs. âYou can put your hand where it belongs without worry, you know.â
Jimin blushes as soon as he hears your words, he turns away quickly before you notice. Yes, itâs technically his fault that you keep falling. It isnât intentional, but he canât help it. Especially when he can feel the warmth of your center from where his hand is resting when he goes in for the lift.
The thought of other parts of him being this close to your heat is driving him crazy and yeah, he may have faltered, which yeah, may have caused you to crash down onceâŠtwice. Okay, maybe three times. Or four?
It doesnât matter. Heâs so hyper-focused on why heâs thinking about you like this at all. Youâre attractive, he already knew that. But this new-found thought of wanting to take you hard and fast, right here in the studio is something else. It comes from deep within, and he canât decide if he wants to squash the idea completely or let it lead to something wild.
Jimin shakes his head, trying to get rid of those thoughts just long enough for you to both get through these next ten minutes before the rest of the crew arrives for rehearsal. âAlright, letâs go again.â
You get into position, Jimin falling behind you. You try to hold still but his breath tickles your neck while you wait for the music cue.
The motions are practically natural to you at this point, and you take a deep breath, preparing yourself in case you fall again.
You rapidly suck in air when you feel Jiminâs fingers press deep into your inner thigh this time as he lifts you. They are incredibly close, much closer than they were last time.
You wonât ever admit to it, but your mind is overflowing with dirty thoughts of Jiminâs fingers somewhere else. Particularly somewhere that would have you writhing within seconds.
Those thoughts are distracting, and youâre late for your cue to jump down. And somehow instead of jumping, your body twists around in a weird way as your head dives down toward the ground below you. Tensing, you brace for the impact that doesnât come.
Unexpectedly, Jimin manages to catch you before any damage happens, and he quickly pulls you up, as if you were never upside down to begin with. His arms are wrapped right below your butt, causing your head to be directly above his. How on earth it got there, you have no idea.
But you arenât questioning it. Adrenaline runs wild through your body, and you cling to him as if your life depends on it. Your arms are wrapped tightly around his neck, scared that you still might fall somehow.
Your faces are only a few inches apart in this position, which allows you to see how soft and smooth Jiminâs lips look. You slowly lick yours as he lowers you down to the ground, keeping the same amount of distance, or lack thereof, between you two. The realization that it would be so easy to kiss him right now has set in and you swear Jimin has the same mad thoughts; especially when heâs gripping your hips this tightly.
What you both donât realize is that outside of the main doors, the rest of the dancers are watching with wide eyes and shocked faces. If it weren't for the unmistakable red hair you see in the mirror's reflection, who knows what might have happened? You donât think about it, instead, you pull away and play it off before heading toward your bag to grab a drink.
âMorning everyone! What are we all waiting for?â Luca says from behind the dancers, âLetâs go in and get warmed up.â
He opens the door and sees you and Jimin at opposite ends of the room, each taking big gulps from your water bottles. InterestingâŠ
Cat walks in and sets her stuff down next to Jiminâs and silently watches him. His face is flushed but she canât tell if it was because of the intense moment you two just shared, or from the strain of the lifting sequence. She was the first to notice the look you two shared before the crowd outside the door, and she has a weird feeling about it.
Last she knew you were still fighting with Jimin during your pre-practices, although sheâs very aware of the saying âthereâs a fine line between love and hateâ. Cat makes a mental note to ask you about this morningâs situation later.
The first half of practice is weird, to say the least. Jimin is treating you like nothing happened. And while technically nothing happened, something almost did and you donât know how you felt about the something.
Needless to say, you arenât on top of your dance game today. Itâs hard to concentrate with your head filled with empty-answered questions and even more confusion.
âOkay, everyone,â Luca echoes, stealing every dancerâs attention, âLetâs take five. When we reconvene weâll do a recap of Scenes One through Three with no breaks. If we can get it down weâll move onto the beginning of Scene Four today.â
You and Jimin happily turn in opposite directions, grateful for some space.
âY/N, can you stay back? Thereâs something I want to go over with you,â Luca calls out, stopping you from heading in the direction of Cat and some of the other girls.
Oh no. Thatâs never a good sign.
âDonât worry, youâre not doing anything wrong,â he says after seeing your smile falter. âI just see a little room for improvement with the last sequence before the song changes in scene three.â
He gestures for you to get into position in front of him, which you do without hesitation.
Luca moves closer to you and rests a hand on your lower back, âTighten here and stretch.â He shows you how to position your body to make it look more elegant and elongated. âSee how much longer you look now?â His eyes meet yours in the mirror. âHold yourself like this through the rest of the dance. Trust me when I say youâll notice a difference. So will everyone else.â
A blush creeps up your neck when his hand slides across your hip before he steps away from you, âThank you for the tip.â
His eyes burn into yours, and you feel the heat growing in your lower stomach. âAnytime, Y/N.â His lips turned into a small smile, which you returned.
Jimin stalks silently as Luca touches you, his anger bubbling deep down inside him. Fuck, he doesnât exactly want you, but he definitely doesnât want anyone else to have you either. And he sure as hell doesnât want Luca touching you like that or giving you those looks; looks that have disguised intentions with ulterior motives behind them.
He wants to tell Luca where to go and how to get there, but he knows better. Not only would it be unprofessional as hell, but Jimin would probably be screwed out of a lot of future events if he tells one of the best choreographers to fuck off.
He forces himself to look away and takes another deep breath, calming down a little before part two of rehearsals starts.
The second half of rehearsals ends sooner than expected, and Jimin storms off before you even have the chance to talk to him about this morning. You sigh, your eyes trailing his fast exit.
âY/N! Iâm heading to the vending machine for a granola bar, want to come with me?â Cat asks. Youâre sure that her question has a hidden agenda too, but you go along with it anyway since youâre starving and need to eat something small before your next class.
âSure, just give me a second to switch out of my pointe shoes.â You donât like to wear yours for walking since theyâre new and still stiff.
âSo,â Catalina begins, watching you put the money into the machine. âWhat was that this morning? And donât you dare try to say it was just dancing, because Iâve seen 'just dancingâ with Jimin and that was not at all what I saw earlier.â
You groan internally, not wanting to deal with her interrogation. Cat isnât the type to judge you if you told her that you wouldâve fucked Jimin right then if it wasnât for the fact that you noticed her (and the rest of the dancers). But you donât want to admit it to yourself.
Saying it and thinking it are two very different things, and you arenât sure you can come to terms with saying that you want to fuck Jimin. Hell, you have no idea if you will feel the same way in an hour. So you choose to keep it to yourself for now.
âDid something happen between you two?â she asks bluntly.
âNo, nothing happened between us.â
âAnd is that a good or bad thing?â she questions next.
âGood,â you huff, âI thinkâŠâ
Itâs been another busy few weeks, and things have been going greatâŠuntil today. To be honest, this is probably the worst dance day youâve had in years.
âIâm sorry guys, letâs start from the top,â you apologize again for messing up. The scene youâre going over today isnât complicated by any means, itâs only a transition scene. But your head is elsewhere which, in turn, makes you mess up every couple of seconds.
You're not getting many approving looks from the room. Luca is a little worried, Madam Jamie has pursed lips, and the dancers are severely annoyed with you.
âNo, Miss Y/N. Stop before you hurt yourself.â Mr. Jenson lets out a frustrated sigh. âKyra, would you stand in for Y/N and show her how itâs properly done?â
Youâre embarrassed that itâs gotten to this point. What is with you? Youâve done this sequence perfectly with Jimin this past week, hundreds of times at least. Now with the extra dancers on the floor, you seem to be forgetting it all.
Taking soft, shallow breaths is the only thing keeping you from crying in front of everyone. But they wouldnât notice. All eyes are glued to Kyra, a senior who had also auditioned for the same role as you, as she dances with Jimin.
They dance beautifully, you canât deny it, even if you want to. You canât help but wonder if she wouldâve been the better choice for the female lead.
âThank you, Kyra. Everyone back into position now.â
Kyra walks past you and smirks. You know sheâs thinking the same thing that you are. She probably also thinks that sheâs capable of sweeping in and stealing your position. Like hell if youâre going to let that happen.
Even so, itâs not your decision to make and you know if you keep screwing this up itâs more than likely to happen.
âHey, are you okay? Whatâs your deal?â Jimin whispers once he lines up with you again. The last thing you need is for him to make you feel worse for fucking up.
âI donât know, itâs not a good day for me,â you whisper back as your eyes fill with tears. Youâre completely exhausted, defeated, and disappointed.
âJust dance it off, we all get days like this. Follow my lead, okay? I promise I wonât let you mess up again.â
You nod, blinking back your tears. This is a different side of Jimin than youâre used to. Heâs caring and knows exactly what to say to make you feel better.
After shaking off the earlier mishaps, you get yourself together and push through practice, making sure that the first official run-through of the program is a total success. It makes you feel a hell of a lot better than two hours earlier. You can tell that the rest of the group is just as ecstatic as you and Jimin are.
âThat was great, Y/N!â he says, pulling you into a comforting hug. âSee, all you needed was a little reassurance.â
Youâre slightly sad when he pulls back, the warmth of his body is no longer felt. âThank you for today. I wouldâve completely fallen apart without you.â
âHey donât worry about it, make sure you get some rest this weekend. See you Monday!â He smiles softly and waves bye. Who knew Jimin had more to him than what everyone else saw?
âHey, Y/N!â
You turn your head and see Madison, one of the upperclassmen whoâs also in the show, walking toward you.
âWhat are you doing tonight? Some of the girls and I are planning on going out to celebrate our first successful run-through of the show. Weâre wondering if youâd like to come?â She leans in a little closer, âWe have a fake you can use to get into our favorite club, Wander. Weâd love for you to let loose with us.â
Usually, you would turn down any interaction that involves alcohol, especially since youâre underage, but you donât want to disappoint your potential new friends. Plus it does sound like a lot of fun, and after the practice you just had, you deserve to let loose and relax.
âYeah, totally! Iâd love to come.â Madison smiles and you both trade numbers.
âOkay cool, Iâll text you my address later. Weâre gonna get ready at mine before we head out. See you later!â She gives you a quick hug before heading out the door.
Youâre secretly excited to hang out with the older girls since you donât have many other friends in your year. Especially not now with all your free time taken up by rehearsals.
Jimin stands outside the dance studioâs side door, slyly eavesdropping. He makes a mental note to accidentally run into you later. He isnât sure whatâs gotten into him, but he doesnât want to go without seeing you for two days.
You intrigue him, and after your almost-kiss, Jimin wants to know what your lips feel like for real this time, not just what he has been imagining.
âWhat can I get you?â the bartender asks over the pounding music. You have no idea what to ask for; you obviously donât drink and ordering something from the bar is a little out of your comfort zone since you donât know what youâre doing.
Madison catches on and takes over. âFive shots of tequila for our group!â she yells while leaning over the bartop so he can hear her.
Oh boy, you donât know much but you know enough to feel safe assuming tonight will be wild if youâre starting with shots, of all things.
With about a month left until the show, deciding to let loose with the girls is exactly the kind of break you need. Dancing, drinks, and good friends. Looking around, youâre happy to see that you have all three. Itâs all a part of tonightâs plan.
What you donât plan for, however, is seeing Jimin in the middle of the dance floor with Kyra all over him. After practice today, this is a total slap in the face.
You arenât sure if the progress youâve been making with Jimin is just one-sided, or if you had been imagining it this whole time. It feels like youâre both taking two steps forward in the right direction and then something like this will happen, sending you ten steps back.
Your eyes are glued to Kyraâs body as she dances with him, her hips moving at the perfect speed. You canât help but be jealous of her. Not only is she gorgeous and a great dancer, but she also has a way of demanding everyoneâs attention in any room she graces. Although, thereâs only one personâs attention you want right now, and from what it looks like, you doubt youâll be getting his anytime soon.
âOh my god, is that Luca?â Catalina asks with a surprised tone, pointing towards the opposite end of the bar, âNo way, it canât be.â
âIt is,â you laugh nervously before looking away. Youâre a little worried that he might remember that youâre under the legal drinking age, only by a year, but still. How embarrassing would it be for him to get you kicked outâŠ
âThatâll be $42,â the bartender drones, pushing the over-spilling shot glasses toward your group and happily taking whichever girlsâ fifty-dollar bill in return.
You lift your glass along with the others, âHereâs to letting go and having fun!â
The tequila burns the back of your throat but that doesnât stop you from hollering, âLetâs go dance!â
You pull Madison and Catalina onto the dance floor, coming to an abrupt stop when your back collides with someone., âOh my gosh, I am so sorââ You pause and stare at the dark-haired man, âOh. Hi.â
âHi ladies, I hope youâre not getting into too much trouble tonight,â Luca jokes with a wide smile displayed across his face. He looks gorgeous dressed in all black, the leather jacket tops off his outfit.
âOh of course not, Mr. Black,â Catalina giggles playfully, âWeâre all good girls here.â
He raises his eyebrow which makes each of you giggle, âIâm not so sure about that. Can I buy you all a drink? Or is that a little weird?â
You look around at the girls; they do the same.
âUh, sure? Madison finally says, breaking up the awkward silence.
Cat and one of her friends entertain Lucaâs conversation while they wait at the bar. You slyly peek over your shoulder while dancing, looking for you-know-who. You canât find him, but youâre happy to see that Kyra has moved on to her next man of the night.
"Hey,â Luca says, walking towards you with an extra drink in hand. âHere you go. Shhh, itâs our little secret,â he says humorously.
You thank him for the drink, nervously swirling the ice with the slim black straw in your cup.
âIâm happy I ran into you,â he begins, âCan I talk to you for a second, alone?â
âOh, uh, sure!â You nod to Cat, silently saying that youâll catch up with her later. He smiles and pulls you aside from your friends.
âWhatâs up?â You ask tensely while Luca grins, running a hand through his hair.
âI just want to tell you how impressed Iâve been with your progress so far, I havenât been able to take my eyes off of you at rehearsals.â
Oh my god.
âReally?â You gape.
âAbsolutely,â he reaches for your hand, bringing you closer to him before bending down to plant his lips on yours. You freeze as he kisses you gently, entirely unsure of what to do in that situation.
He quickly pulls back after reading your body language, âIâm sorry, I shouldnât have done that.â
âLuca,â you say curtly, taking a step back, âI appreciate your tips in class and kind comments, but I think we should keep things professional here. Youâre the choreographer and Iâm a student...â
âOf course, I apologize again. How about I walk you back to your friends and we forget this happened?â
âThat would be perfect.â Youâre thankful that things donât seem too awkward, and you only hope things will stay that way when you see each other Monday morning.
Jiminâs fingernails dig into the flesh of his palms as he clenches his fists. Fucking Luca Black. He was heading your way to say hi, but Luca led you in a different direction than the one your friends are heading to. He should have known better, but he follows behind slowly. And what he sees when he finally turns the corner doesnât sit right with him.
Lucaâs hand on your cheek as the two of you kiss. Jimin isnât exactly sure who initiated it. And even though itâs eating him alive, he doesnât want to know because it pains him either way.
He watches as Luca pulls away, and takes note of your stunned face. Jimin wants to believe that was because you didnât enjoy it. He canât hear what youâre talking about, and he truly wants to believe that Luca is making you uncomfortable based on your reaction to the kiss. But that hopeful thought is squashed as soon as you smile and take Lucaâs hand, allowing him to lead you to the dance floor.
Jimin is still trying to process what he just witnessed even though youâre both long gone. He steps out of the shadows and throws his drink at the wall, ignoring the sound of the glass breaking behind him. Grumbling under his breath, Jimin takes the closest exit and slams the club door behind him.
He heads home with the hopes that a cold shower will ease his rage, but the cool water running down his back isnât doing much for his boiling blood, nor is it getting rid of the image of Lucaâs lips on yours. And inevitably, he canât get you out of his head either which in turn results in him masturbating to those thoughts of you ⊠which is anything but calming.
Jimin closes his eyes and imagines that itâs him kissing you, not Luca, and that heâs the one who has you pushed up against the wall. He can practically hear your soft whimpers, the ones you make when youâre doing partner stretches that always have him close to losing it right there in front of everyone at rehearsals.
But it isnât him whoâs stretching with you. His length quivers in his hand as he speeds up, trying to change his thoughts to you aroused in the club bathroom, his hand sliding underneath your dress and slipping into your panties. Jimin throws his head back at the image of you getting all worked up, but once again, it isnât him thatâs driving you wild. Itâs Luca.
After the fifth attempt and still failing to picture himself with you, Jimin gives up. He groans, looking down at his lengthâs angry red tip thatâs aching for release. And thereâs only one thing that will give him that. You.
But not an imaginary you. The real you. The real you wanting him just as much as he wants you. He doubts that you ever will, not when you can have Luca instead.
Meaning that Jimin is basically screwed.
Monday is a killer. Jimin has been hateful to you all morning, and you genuinely have no idea why. He seems to be fuming now at the end of rehearsals, compared to the quiet angry vibe he was giving off earlier this morning.
âHey, great job today Y/n. Youâre doing phenomenal. I canât wait to see this all come to life next week. See you tomorrow!â
âThanks! Yes, see you tomorrow Luca.â You wave bye while he rushes out of the room, leaving just you and Jimin behind.
Jimin waits until Luca is out of earshot before saying anything. Heâs been annoyed all day by your and Lucaâs behavior after witnessing the two of you making out in the hallway of Wander.
Heâs disgusted, even more so by the afterthoughts of Luca bringing you back to his place and taking advantage of you. Needless to say, he didnât sleep much this weekend.
âGod, youâre such a suck-up,â he criticizes, failing to hold back his evil words. âHow special do you think youâre going to feel when the paid help youâre boning doesnât remember your name the second he moves on to the next school and finds a new student to seduce?â
âExcuse me?â
âYou can pretend all you want but I saw you Friday night. With him.â
Oh godâŠ
You shake your head, âJimin, I can explainââ
âWhatever, waitlist. I donât want to hear your excuses.â He turns around and internally grimaces, upsetting you isnât what he was going for. Heâs pissed and unfortunately, youâre the only person he can take it out on. Itâs a dick move to say things like that, especially since you deserve to be here just as much as everyone else.
Jimin knows he should just let it go, but he canât help it. Itâs been eating him alive all day. Heâs pissed that youâre acting like a damn fool because of Lucaâs attention. Lucaâs eyes hadnât left your body the entire day.
Fucking perv.
Jimin is more pissed that itâs bothering him so much. He shouldnât care, he doesnâtâor at least, thatâs what he keeps telling himself.
Jiminâs words stung, and youâre shaking out of pure anger. âWhat the fuck is your problem? I can handle the normal stick-up-your-ass behavior but itâs on a whole new level today. Chill out, okay? It isnât what you think. Nothing happened after he kissed me. Not that itâs any of your goddamn business, but it actually made me, like, super uncomfortable and he apologized directly after. We both agreed it wasnât professional, so piss off Jimin. And even if I did decide to take it further with Luca, it wouldnât concern you. So stay out of it.â Youâre near him when you finish, with crossed arms and eyes glaring.
Itâs unbelievable Jimin would make such a comment; the last thing you need is for him to start telling people what he saw.
You know you would be harshly reprimanded for using a fake ID to get into a club, but also for accepting a drink from someone who is a teacher, and especially for kissing that same teacher.
Jimin is just as heated as you are. So his intuition was right that night. His anger only grows, wanting to punch Luca over and over again for making you uncomfortable like that. How could Luca not tell that you werenât actually into him, but rather idolized him for his contributions to the dance world? How dare he use that against you to pull a move like that?
âFine,â he growls in your face, totally furious at the situation, and furious with himself for caring this much about itâabout you. Youâre driving him crazy, even now when youâre pissed with him. It turns him on how strong and defensive you always are, and fuck, he wants to do something about it.
âFine,â you snap back, taking another step forward as your eyes subconsciously lower to his parted mouth.
In a matter of milliseconds, your lips collide and your hands are all over each otherâs bodies. He lifts you into his arms and slams your back into the mirrors. Itâs a miracle that they donât shatter from his force.
You gasp at the contact and Jimin takes the opportunity to shove his tongue further into your mouth. Your legs lock around his waist while you continue to explore each otherâs mouths and bodies ravenously.
Jimin pulls away and tugs your leotard down your arms, freeing your breasts from the tight compression.
âYouâre so fucking annoying, do you know that?â He snarls before leaving a line of rough kisses along your neck and down your chest. You whimper at the sensation and run your fingers through his hair.
âYouâre so fucking loud, do you always have to say so much?â You moan in response.
Jimin is starved for your taste and canât wait any longer. His hands travel down your side while his lips close over one of your soft peaks, sucking it in between his teeth.
You mewl, crashing your head back against the glass from the sheer amount of pleasure.
Jimin abruptly pulls away and brings his face back in front of yours. âWhat? Do you have something to say?â he asks with fire in his eyes. But with his lips replaced by his fingers, twisting and tugging, youâre helplessly tongue-tied.
He moves one hand lower and another soft moan escapes your lips, his middle finger dancing dangerously above your panties before dipping into your slickened folds.
Jimin knows exactly where and how to touch you, causing your head to spin. He feels himself hardening watching your face contort in pleasure, and nearly coming in his pants when you slowly lick your bottom lip, pulling it in between your teeth and letting out a long moan in the process.
âMmm, Jimin,â you cry, feeling yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. Jimin notices this and instantly pulls away. You donât get to come that easily. Even though it makes him super fucking excited to see what his touch does to you. God, this is so much better than what he imagined.
You whimper at the loss of his touch, âWhat the fuck?â
âTurn around,â he demands, his eyes flooding with lust and a dash of something dark. He undresses you rather quickly, leaving your tights and leotard wrapped around your legs.
You decide you arenât going to let him have all the fun, sneaking a hand back behind you. Jimin grits his teeth in pleasure as your hand slips into his pants. His length twitches in anticipation of feeling you wrapped around him. You pull his member out and lead him between your damp folds, moaning deliciously at the contact.
The scent of your arousal has now filled the room and Jimin canât hold back any longer. He wants to fulfill his fantasy of taking you hard and fast, right here in front of the mirror. Without a warning he slams himself into you, causing you to lose your breath.
Your back is against him as he relentlessly pounds you from behind. The force of his thrusts are hard and you use your hands as leverage against the mirror to avoid being crushed by him, even though it would certainly be worth it.
Jimin brings a hand up around your neck and holds your head straight so he can watch when you come. Youâre close and he knows just what to do.
âSay my name,â he demands, using his other hand to pinch your clit. âLook at me and say the name of the man whoâs making you come like you never have before.â
âJimin, oh my-â The waves of pleasure wash over your entire body, every inch of your skin tingles. You pulsate around him, but heâs not done with you yet.
âThatâs damn right.â Jimin twists you around again, lifting you against the reflective glass. He keeps his fast pace, with a fistful of your hair held between his tightening fingers.
âYouâre such a fucking slut. Look at you losing it over my cock,â he snarls with a clenched jaw, âIâm gonna fuck you like this until the rest of the class comes in.â
Jimin rams into you with twice the amount of force as before. âIâd make that fucking Italian bastard watch as I take you hard and make you feel this good.â He brings his lips up to your ear and whispers, âHe could never,â before harshly biting your ear, sending you completely over the edge for a second time.Â
Jimin watches you unfold, your beauty completely mesmerizes him. Your entire body is on fire from oversensitivity while Jiminâs fingers rub your throbbing nub. You watch, completely hypnotized, as he brings his soaked fingers up to his mouth and sucks them clean.
âOh, donât think weâre anywhere near done yet,â he smirks devilishly, moving his thumb back to your clit and rubbing in crude circles. Your eyes squeeze shut at the sensation, and you canât catch your breath. Itâs too much.
Jimin hisses when your fingernails dig into his shoulders. âFuck, Y/N. Youâre so tight right now.â It isnât long after those words leave his lips that heâs shuddering inside of you, his release shooting into the depths of your heat.
Your insides coil as you reach the peak of your third and final orgasm. Jimin holds your legs steady as you come hard over his cock, and swallows your moans with his mouth.
He slowly retreats out of you and presses his flushed cheek against yours. You can feel his heartbeat thumping out of control while you both catch your breath.
After a moment, he draws back and lowers you to the ground. You both chuckle at the state of your appearance. âI think I have a towel in my bag, one sec.â He says while tucking himself back into his pants as you readjust your hair, trying to make the whole âi just had sexâ look a little less obvious.
Youâre still breathing heavily when he returns to wipe you clean.
âMmm,â you hum in total satisfaction, and still a little out of it - if you had to be honest. âI should piss you off more often.â
He gives you a look, âHurry up and get dressed before anyone sees you.â
Youâre the one to smirk this time, âI thought you wanted people to see me?â
âHaha, very funny.â
âHurry up, youâre taking too long,â you whine while Jimin attempts to undo his stage pants as fast as he can.
âIâm trying,â he mutters, silently praying when his zipper finally works, âThere we go.â
He lines himself up to you and pushes into your center.
You bite your lip to avoid making any noises as he stretches you out. The two of you are in the small storage closet behind the stage; thereâs only about an hour or two until the opening night show starts.
Jimin thought you had to be joking at first when you whispered how badly you needed him after you both were dressed and ready to warm up with the rest of the dancers. But much to his delight, you werenât kidding.
Hopefully, they wonât notice your absence. Who are you kidding, they probably know that you two are fucking. Plus, itâs kind of obvious when both lead roles go 'missingâ at the same time.
At first, he was torn between following you into the tight spaceâwanting to be in another tight spaceâand doing what he normally would call the right thing, which was preparing for tonight. But after seeing the look on your face, Jimin was quick to follow you into the closet.
âShhh, you need to stay quiet,â Jimin grunts quietly with a hand over your mouth, silencing your moans.
You grip his shoulders as he quickens his pace, bringing you both over the edge.
âHoly fuck,â he quietly whines, the sensation of your inner walls clenching his length is addicting. It isnât long after your sweet release that heâs quivering. He pulls out, knowing you canât dance with his release filling you. He shudders one last time, his come shoots out and onto the wooden floor below.
You giggle, âGood thing weâre in a place that can clean that up.â you say referencing his load.
He rolls his eyes at your joke and leans in to give you a quick kiss, âYou think youâre so funny, donât you?â
âYes, typically.â
You flatten out your costume and zip each other up, leaving the closet one at a time. You first of course, since you needed to touch up your makeup now. Leaving Jimin behind to clean up his mess.
About fifteen minutes later you meet Jimin backstage to practice, stretch, and chat along with everyone else. The jitters are bouncing off of everyone and you canât stand still from excitement, a little nervousness too. But mostly excitement.
âJimin, are you feeling okay? You look a little stiff and tired if I must sayâŠâ Madam Jamie mentions after watching him practice a few scenes.
âNothing to worry about Madam, had a tiring warm-up is all. Not to worry though, I am more than ready for tonight.â
Madam Jamie reminds him how important rest and lots of water are when practicing hard before moving along to the next student.
âHmmm, what is it that you usually tell me?â You begin, giving him a coy look, âOh right. 'Just dance it off.â That should fix your issue, correct?â You look down at his crotch, and back up at him with a twinkle in your eyes.
âI donât know what you mean,â he says, daring you to go on.
âAfter our vigorous warmup, Iâm sure you do. But weâre going on stage soon. So suck it up, sweetie.â
He canât wait to make you regret that statement when he teases you later tonight. He had big plans to celebrate. And knowing you, you would love them.
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