#if you would like the backstage crew or others then please request them!

[baileypie-writes]

hiii! 💞 could I please request headcannons for Velvet and Veneer if they had a little sister(she’s like 3) that they brought with on tour? Like their parents made them bring her for some reason. And Veneer treats her like his lil baby and Velvet is super overprotective, sorry if that’s complicated 😭

A/N ~ Sure! Sorry this is a bit short. Hope you enjoy it!

~Velvet and Veneer Looking After Little Sister!Reader~

Fandom: Trolls 3: Band Together

Reader: Female, child, little sister

Relationship: Platonic, familial

Warnings: None!

Your parents had to leave town for a few days. They couldn’t find a sitter to look after you, so they decided to leave you with your siblings, Velvet and Veneer, who happen to be on tour.

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~ Veneer would be so happy that you’re there! He doesn’t get to spend much time with you nowadays, so you two make up for lost time in between shows.

~ Velvet on the other hand, is much less thrilled. She hates babysitting. So she leaves all the caregiver stuff to Veneer. She still talks to you and spends time with you, though. After all, you’re her sister and she loves you! Just don’t get in the way.

~ They let you watch their shows from backstage. They don’t want you being around a bunch of loud strangers in the crowd. You’re so little, you could get trampled out there!

~ Veneer spoils you so much! He buys you anything you want. It’s his way of apologizing for not being home a lot.

~ Velvet will gladly take pictures with you to show off to your friends. She’ll even sign it, just to make sure that people believe that your big sister is a famous pop star.

~ Velvet doesn’t let anybody bother you. She keeps you away from fans and the crew backstage. You’re just so little, she so she doesn’t want any strangers talking to you.

~ They secretly let you eat junk food, stay up late and a lot of other things you don’t normally get to do. Just as long as you don’t tell your parents!

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~~baileypie-writes

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Please do an 80s slash x fem!reader where he’s jealous that Axl’s been spending time with you 🫣

A/n: Took this in a slightly different direction, hope that's ok. I love Slash so much, he just looks so pretty in every picture, I need to write for him more :'3

Warnings: Smut, fingering(f receiving), slight degradation, squirting, if you think I missed anything please let me know otherwise enjoy :3

Yours and Slash’s relationship wasn’t known to everyone. Honestly you weren’t sure it even was a relationship, really. Around everyone else you two were just friends, sometimes barely even that.

You were just part of the crew that came with GNR on tour. You were supposed to stay in a room with another crew member but Slash usually brought you into his room, mostly for sex. Sometimes he’d use you as a cover, bring you over and lock himself in the bathroom, if anyone happened to knock on the door you’d answer and they’d leave.

You knew what he was doing in there, late into the night. You weren’t happy about his drug habits but you couldn’t do anything about it, anything that would really change his mind in the moment. Besides, if you were there with him you could at least keep an eye on him and make sure he was safe. Well, safeish.

When he’d come out he’d be all tired and whiny. He’d crawl into bed with you and lay his head on your lap or chest depending on how you were set up in bed. You’d play with his hair until he fell asleep, then you’d eventually fall asleep yourself.

Since neither of you had ever asked to define the relationship, or at least tell people what you’ve been doing, you didn’t see a problem when Axl started hanging around you.

It started as joining you for breakfast or asking you to come with him and the guys for lunch but has since escalated to him asking you to meet him later at night when he’d be alone in his room back at hotels or in his room backstage after shows.

You declined him the first few times. I mean, even if you and Slash hadn’t decided anything you were still kind of a thing, right?

Slash started becoming more distant, leaving you to sleep with other crew members instead of bringing you down to his room. A few times you saw him with other girls, that was something of a breaking point for you. After that you said yes to Axl’s requests.

You wore your best outfits for him whenever, whether you were going out for breakfast or sneaking into his dressing room. You told yourself you were happier this way, Axl was treating this like more of a relationship, at least, though still neither of you called the other anything.

More than once you caught yourself picturing Slash behind you when you were with Axl. At night if you were in your own bed you’d set the pillows up and pretend it was Slash. You’d listen to Axl ranting about anything and everything but all you could think about was Slash... 

You were heading to Axl’s dressing room when their show was coming to an end as you had been doing. This time another crew member stopped to talk to you about something. Normally you preferred getting to the ginger's room before they got off stage so you could wait for him but this time you heard them getting their stuff off.

Quick, aggressive footsteps approached you. You assumed it was Axl but it was Slash who turned the corner in a rush to get to you. He was shirtless and the fly of his jeans was down, a thin layer of sweat coating him.

You knew the dressing rooms were all down this hallway so you thought nothing of it until he grabbed your wrist and pulled you with him. You glanced back at the person you were talking to but they were already off, not seeming to care at all.

Slash pulled you into his room, shoving you through the door. “What the hell, Slash?” You asked, whipping around to look at him.

“Don’t ‘what the hell’ me!” He snapped, approaching you once more. “I don’t talk to you and you start fucking Axl?” Your mouth opened and closed a few times before you actually got anything out.

“It’s not like you weren’t doing anything either!” You barked back.

“At least I wasn’t fucking your friends!” You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Maybe if you’d told him about us he wouldn’t have tried anything.” You mumbled.

Slash scoffed. “Who cares if we’re together or not?”

“I care!” You yelled. “I care if we’re together or not, it would save me a lot of pain.” You could feel your eyes tearing up and you bit your lip to quiet your heavy breathing.

Slash didn’t say anything for a moment, which made it harder for you to hold back your tears.

He came over to you and held your face in his pretty, calloused hands, making you look up at him so he could kiss you. You didn’t wait a moment to kiss him back, wrapping your arms around his neck and letting his tongue slip past your lips.

He let a hand fall from your face and trail down your side to your ass. He gave it a squeeze and a light slap before getting a hand in your pants. “No underwear?” He mumbled against your lips. “Fucking whore, going to meet Axl like this, weren’t you?” He pushed a finger into you, feeling how wet you already were. You gasped softly, arching your back at the feeling.

He continued fingering your hole, lips still connected to yours as he guided you to the door. He didn’t want to leave, he wanted to fuck you against it so everyone could hear how good he made you feel, so everyone could hear that you were his.

You moaned into his mouth, knees buckling and legs squeezing together at how he was making you feel. “Ah~ ‘M gonna, ngh, gonna cum.” You mustered. Slash smirked and went to kiss your neck, sucking and biting right where he knew you were most sensitive. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you came on his fingers.

Slash didn’t pull his fingers out, letting you ride out your high with him still in you. When you calmed down you saw he was grinning  ear to ear and he was staring down at your crotch. He’d managed to get you out of your pants when you were going to the door, giving him the perfect view of you squirting which you hadn’t even realised you’d done until you saw the puddle beneath you.

“You’ve never done that with me before.” He said with a soft chuckle. “Didn’t do that with Axl, did you?” You looked up at him and shook your head. “Good girl.” He turned you around and pulled himself out of his jeans before pushing into you.

He had you pinned against the door, his hands on your hips and your back arching for him. He didn’t even have to thrust into you with the way your cunt was pulling him in.

The room filled with your moans and his grunts as he fucked you hard and deep, just the way he knows you like it. He brought his arm around you to play with your clit. “Fuck! Slash, gonna make me cum again.” You whined, pushing your ass to him. Slash didn’t say anything and just kept fucking you.

You glanced back at him over your shoulder to see him staring at where you sucking him in, over and over again, waiting to watch you squirt on him again. Seeing him so desperate to see you cum again had your head running wild and you couldn’t keep it together, juices gushing out of you once more and your walls practically locked Slash inside of you.

He wrapped his arms around you and held you close as he bucked into you a few more times before cumming deep inside of you, painting your walls in his seed. “Fuck, you feel so good.” He mumbled, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. You chuckled softly at him. “I love you.”

You paused for a moment at that. Did he really just say that? You thought. “What was that..?” You asked, thinking he might’ve misspoke, or he was too out of it for it to mean anything.

“I said, I love you.” He repeated in your ear. “I’m sorry I didn’t say it sooner, didn’t think I’d risk having you sleep with Axl.” He joked. “No matter what happens, promise me you won’t stoop that low again.” He kissed your cheek.

“Promise.” You returned the kiss and turned to hug him back.

[gay-wh0re-slut]

Hello! Can I please request a NSFW Rhea/reader where reader has had a massive crush on Rhea for awhile and Rhea has noticed and constantly flirts with the reader (who doesn’t think Rhea is being serious). One day when they find themselves alone in the locker room Rhea corners reader and basically asks why the reader hasn’t ever done anything about the massive crush they obviously have on Rhea. Reader mumbles something about how she knows Rhea wasn’t being serious with all her flirting, so Rhea proceeds to show reader just how serious she is?

I swear, dominant Rhea is the woman of my DREAMS. No worries at all if you don’t like this request. Thanks for hearing me out!

i can already tell that this is gonna be a long one so buckle up friends lmaoooo but no legit, rhea could do literally anything and i’ll go feral

i have a feeling that this is gonna be a bit angsty too so hold on to your boot straps hahaha

Prove it

CW: angst-ish, a little degradation/praise, fingering

Your headset was filled with the chatters of other PA’s and crew members questioning about this and that or genuine small talk. While you have worked for WWE for quite sometime, only just recently have you started working on Raw. It was a good change of pace for you, it was very similar to Smackdown but everything was red and obviously the wrestlers were different. You never thought that you would make friends so quickly considering how hard it was before. One friend in particular you hoped, maybe one day, would be more than a friend: Mami herself, Rhea Ripley.

“Hey, baby,” she would say every time she saw you.

“Heyyyy,” you would reply with a wink. I don’t think she even knows my name, to be honest.

The crew would always say that she was genuinely flirting with you, but you never believed them because she would flirt with Samantha and Cathy all the time so you thought you were just another one of her many girlfriends. But they kept on insisting, “she’s not like that with anyone else on the crew,” or “she’s flirting with them for the camera, there’s no camera’s when she’s with you.” But, you kept brushing it off, hopelessly daydreaming.

Often, Rhea would hang around you backstage asking questions about you and other meaningless things, or she would request that you sit beside her as she gets her makeup done just so she could have someone to talk to. She was known to have done this with other crew members because even though she was mean on the screen, backstage she was the biggest sweetheart and genuinely wanted to get to know everyone. Because of this, you boiled it down to being one of her close work friends and nothing more, unfortunately.

After a show one Monday, you notice that the tattooed woman was no where to be found. They usually have to sign out to let the crew know that they left, but she never signed. So you begin searching.

You ask around and a lot of people didn’t know, some said she was in her dressing room, some said that she left and forgot to sign out, she never does that. You thought that she just went to her car to get something and she’ll be right back. After a while of walking aimlessly around the arena searching for who knows how long, you decide to get her number from Bianca, which she gave you an all-knowing smirk followed by, “surprised you don’t have it yet.” You nervously laugh it off as you say goodbye to her for the night.

You struggle to find something witty to say or a flirty joke. Sadly nothing comes to mind when you realize you’ve been staring at your phone for a solid minute before deciding to go with something casual.

“Hey, it’s (Your/Name)! Just wanted to check in on ya and see where you were. You didn’t sign out yet so I’m hoping you’re still around?” you text her.

“Damn. I guess I missed the opportunity to give you my number using a bad pick up line,” she responded immediately. So she does know my name.

“Haha, I asked Bianca for it, hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all. She couldn’t deliver the line as good as me anyway.”

“Then I have to hear it.”

“It’s better in person, and unfortunately for you, I did leave without signing out accidentally, had a lot on my mind tonight.”

“Damn, that’s okay. I’ll sign out for you then, no biggie,” no biggie? are you serious, who says that?

“Thank you! I owe you one for sure. I’ll bring you Starbucks on Sunday before PR stuff.”

“You really don’t have to, it’s really not a big deal.”

“Oh please, you’re too good to not be praised.”

Calm. Down.

“I try,” God, I suck at flirting, “but anyway, I hope you get some rest, you deserve it.”

“We’ll see what happens. See you soon, love!”

Butterflies were completely alive in your stomach when you read those last words. You couldn’t help the blush forming on your face to cause another crew member to ask you what you’re smiling at so hard. You tell them it was a funny post that a friend sent and they seemed to believe you. You shoved your phone in your back pocket and went on with your nightly duties, cleaning up after everyone, making sure nothing was left behind. Though Raw was on Monday’s, there was always so much to do during the week before the show. Obviously you had to travel, but it took about a day or two to set up the ring and LED walls, lights and other things necessary for the show to run smoothly.

The rest of the week went by quickly, thankfully. You and Rhea had been texting quite literally nonstop, asking about this and that, sometimes talking about nothing just so that you could text each other. You’d send memes and pictures of your animals with the same in return. You kept trying to flirt with her through text and she seemed to flirt back but you were never good about wooing a woman, they always did it to you. Something about a dominant woman really got your gears grinding, and Rhea happened to be just that.

Sunday came and you woke in the hotel room, groggy but another day, another dollar. You showered and got ready for the day in about an hour. You didn’t have to wear your normal uniform today since no cameras were being live-streamed everywhere. Once you arrived, you checked yourself in at the arena showing your badge to the security, grabbing your headset and headed to your station. You stood at the door making sure everyone signed in, this was your usual job on Sunday’s. It was easy and fun to chat with the Pros of the day before they got in their gear for shooting some extras.

Whispers began as the buff goth woman walked towards you with two coffee’s in her hand, “Hey baby!” she said as per usual.

“Heyyyy!” the butterflies were definitely fluttering.

“I said I owed you so here you go,” she handed you the drink.

“I completely forgot! Thank you!” You took a sip and hummed at the delicious brew.

“Anything for you,” she winked. She signed in and went on her way.

You heard the faint giggling of your coworkers behind you. You threw them a look and they scurried away still giggling. Rolling your eyes, you check that everyone has made it on time and began the rest of your work day.

It wasn’t too long of a day but what made it seem like forever was that Rhea wasn’t texting you. Time flew by for you when you were talking to her, like nothing else mattered. You kept checking your phone to see if she had any time to send you something, anything but no luck.

A few hours have passed and you realized you hadn’t eaten anything all day, so you head to the snack table. All kinds of fruits, vegetables, candy and other things of that nature stared back at you. Nothing seemed appealing you were so hungry so you opted for an apple.

“Hey sweet cheeks,” an australian accent said behind you.

You turn around with a smile, “Hey! What’s up?”

“I was wondering if you wanted to eat lunch with me?” Her arms crossed as she leaned on the wall beside her with her foot crossed over the other with her icy blue eyes scanning up and down your body.

You couldn’t help but shiver, how long has she been standing there, “sure! What do you suggest?”

“Come to the locker room in a few and we’ll figure it out from there, I have one more thing to finish,” she began to walk towards you.

Your heart beat faster, your breath was slowly leaving your lungs, calm down, breathe. The tattooed hand lands itself on your shoulder before sliding down your arm as she gives you a gentle smile. She snatched the apple out of your hand and takes a bite, the whole time she kept eye contact with you. Chewing away, she gave you an apple filled grin and handed back the apple.

“S-sure,” You force out, taking back the fruit.

“Great! I’ll be waiting,” she walks off behind you with the sound of her boots trailing off.

I’m so down bad, it’s embarrassing.

The time finally came but you were frozen just outside of the locker room. Everyone else had already left for lunch saying bye to you on their way out, so you were just left there, standing, shaking, trying muster up any confidence possible to just walk inside.

Your foot barely left the floor when the buff woman came out, “there you are, took you long enough. C’mon.”

You stumble your way in, watching her go back to what she was doing.

After a few seconds of silence, “Please, sit. You’re making me nervous,” she laughs, putting the last few items of her things in a bag.

You do as your told.

She sits down in front of you, “What do you want to eat? My treat!” She leans back making herself comfortable, which apparently includes manspreading.

You, you thought, “I’m down for whatever,” you say instead.

“Oh, c’mon, there isn’t anything your craving?”

You try your best to not stare at her legs that are wide open in front of you where you could easily get on your knees and-

“Hey,” she waves a hand in front of you, “you good, babe?”

“W-what? Oh…yeah, sorry,” your face begins to feel hot, “what was the question?”

“I asked if you wanted to fuck,” she said, incredibly serious.

Your eyes widened as you choked on air.

“You’re so funny when you’re nervous,” she laughs, “I asked what you wanted for lunch.”

“Nervous? Who said I was nervous?” you laugh…nervously.

“Uh huh,” she leans forward on her elbows resting on her knees, “maybe the fact that you tense up when I’m around, or the fact that you’d stumble your words when we talk or the fact that you stood outside the locker room for five minutes before I basically had to drag you in here,” she leaned back into her previous position, “maybe, that.”

Your face was now fully red, “I-”

“Admit it, (y/n),” she leans forward once more, licked her lips followed by biting her bottom lip as her eyes fell to your mouth then back up to your eyes, “You… have a crush on me.”

No words could form in your head to make a coherent thought. You sat there, beet red, mouth agape, staring at the wrestler inches, if not centimeters, front of you.

She reached out to close your mouth gently, but held your chin for longer than was definitely necessary. “Don’t worry,” her hand pulls you into her as she closes the gap between you, kissing you, “I like you too,” she admits.

“There’s no way,” you push back, “you can’t.”

She was surprised at your response, “what do you mean I can’t.”

“I mean,” you struggle to find the words but they come anyway, “you’re… you! Rhea Ripley, Mami, the one everyone either wants to be or be with. You’re so…attractive and cool and buff and…and hot! There’s no way YOU have a crush on ME. Out of all the people in the world, you like me? There’s no way…no way!” You stand and start pacing around the chair.

She rolls her eyes, “listen I know I flirt with a lot of people here but I’ve never thought of kissing them for the fun of it.”

You stop in your tracks, contemplating, then, “exactly you flirt with everyone so how was I supposed to know that this was any different until now,” you start pacing again.

She huffs and stands to walk in front of you. She grabs your face, this time with both hands pulling you in for another kiss. She held this for much longer than last time and of course you kissed her back. She finally lets go but is still holding your face in fear of you pacing again, “does that prove it?”

You hesitate, looking up at her helplessly, “I don’t know, do it again.” Where the confidence suddenly came from, you had no clue but you couldn’t stop now.

She smiled as her eyes beamed with hunger. She kisses you once more, but this time was different. Your lips moved against hers like they were meant to be, your hands found their way to her waist pulling her in closer. Her hands became tangled in your hair as you thank your past self for not putting it up like usual.

“How about that?” she breathes heavily.

“Hmm,” you tap your chin jokingly, “I still don’t believe you. Can you try something else?”

Her face scrunched with confusion for a split second before she caught your drift, “getting cheeky are we?” she smiles.

In one quick motion, she picks you up with a yelp escaping you, wrapping your legs around her hips as she starts to kiss you again. It was only a few steps before she reached the couch and practically slammed you down on your back with her on top of you.

She grew a face of concern, “Oh, shit, sorry that was a bit rough, you okay?”

“Don’t worry about being too rough,” said the mysterious confidence.

She cocked an eyebrow before her evil grin finally came into play, “Don’t tell me that,” she admits.

“Please,” your voice was shaky, “do literally whatever you want to me,” you held her face to make sure she knew you were serious, “please fuck me into oblivion.”

“Who knew the nice girl would be such a slut,” she finally turned on her dominant side.

Your underwear was already soaked from the second she spread her legs in front of you, but hearing her call you a slut could’ve sent you over the edge right then but you needed to hold off so you could savor the moment.

“God, yes,” you groan.

With that she forcefully kisses you once more. Your legs still wrapped around her, she sits up breaking them apart, staring hungrily trying to decide what to do with you. You take the opportunity to throw your headset to the floor after quickly turning it off. She readjusts herself, then heads back down to begin kissing and nipping at your neck. Small moans fall from your lips as she smiles into every new kiss from hearing you. When she starts to head back up to your chin, her hand finds its way under your waistband, thank god I wore yoga pants, you thought.

Her hand was slowly creeping its way into your underwear. Your hands were anywhere they could go, her hair, her neck, her back, her arms as she was back to kissing you, roughly. Finally reaching your hot center, she moans into your mouth, “damn baby. Is this all because of me?” she runs her fingers through your wet folds.

“Mhmm,” you whimper, bucking your hips at the new sensation.

“I should’ve said something sooner,” she begins to draw small circles over your clit.

“Y-yes,” you struggle to speak.

She hums in response quickening her pace before going back to kissing your neck. Your back arched as she ran her fingers through your wetness once more, moaning in the process.

A few more circles were drawn and you were becoming desperate for more and quickly. You sneak your hand to meet hers inside your pants, moving her hand to push her fingers inside of you. She understands and does it just right.

“Fuck,” slips out of you.

“You’re so desperate,” she growls slowly moving two fingers as far into you as possible.

“God yes,” you whine as she begins to slowly pump in and out of you causing more moans to fall from your mouth.

“If only I knew you were such a slut, I would’ve fucked you much sooner,” she admits. Her pace quickens, “I mean look at you, squirming under me, such a pretty sight.”

You couldn’t fathom any words. Literally nothing came to mind other than, “holy fuck,” which you didn’t say consciously.

“I can tell your close, baby,” she was right, “don’t hold back.”

By now, she was fucking you so hard you felt your titties bouncing and her eyes on them. You couldn’t help but smile at her wickedly. You grabbed her face forcefully pulling it in for more kissing so that the noises that were about to escape you, wouldn’t be too loud in case someone walked by.

A whimper escaped every time the tattooed fingers hit inside of you. The pressure in your hips rose so quickly you couldn’t hold off if you tried.

“Yesss, that’s it baby….cum for me,” she snarled in your ear.

The wave of release finally hit you, “oh FUUCK,” as you bounced. Your back arching, loud moans were quickly softened by her mouth as she continued to fuck you through it.

She wasn’t stopping there though, “you feel so good, baby,” as she continued pumping in and out of you, “now do it again.”

You couldn’t help but moan and nod your head desperately. It didn’t take long for the pressure to build back up again, she readjusted her hand so that she was hitting your sweet spot every time she pounded into you.

“Holy fuck,” you grasp for air, “please don’t stop.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

After a few more seconds of vigorous movements, you cum once more, spilling out all over her hand. Groaning louder than before as your legs began to shake and your hips jerking against her motions. Your back arched as your eyes rolled to the back of your head causing her to hold you down as best she could so you wouldn’t fall off the couch.

“Good girl,” she eased you through it, kissing every inch of your neck. She slowly removed her hand from you, bringing it up to her mouth and sucking her coated fingers clean. Your eyes widened at the sight.

“Open,” she commanded.

So you open your mouth and she sticks her fingers inside, without hesitation you sucked yourself off of her. Never in a million years did you think this would be happening, trembling under her after she just made you cum, twice in 10 minutes.

Once she decided you were done, she pulled her hand out and stood up, placing her hands on her hips. “Now do you believe me?”

You nod because you couldn’t think of anything else to say, you’re lying there, panting and helpless staring at the dark haired woman above you.

“Good. Now what do you want to eat?” she smirks.

[b4mpyre-k1zz3s]

Okayokayokay so I was thinking smth like you're a friend of bams who gets dragged along with most of his adventures which leads to you meeting ville and he just. Instantly is like 'that ones mine, when do you want to move to Helsinki with me' kinda similar to yr bam x model!reader fic iykwim?

Love You To Death

Having Bam Margera as a friend also means you get dragged along on whatever project he’s working on, most recently leading you to Finland, where you would get caught up in something you couldn’t even imagine.

Ville Valo X Fem!Reader (slight Bam Margera X Ville Valo if you squint?)

(Angst, fluff)

3.2k Words

Warnings: Highly suggestive content, alcohol, smoking, manipulation, power imbalance, fighting, toxic relationships

An: Thank you so much for your request! I always love writing for kind of messed up relationships such as this one and would be happy to do a sequel! This is my first time writing a Ville centric fic so lmk what you think! Thank you for the request and please keep sending them!

Being a part of Bam’s crew and following him around everywhere only served to reinforce one fact: you were nobody special. He always claimed that your little group was a package deal, but who was the one always always getting followed by cameras and reporters? Certainly not you, or Ryan, or god forbid Novak. Bam was getting all the product deals, all the interviews, all the chicks. It was no wonder that after years of watching from the sidelines, you were a little jealous. But while you were filming together, you usually tried to push that aside.

“He’s, like- the Elvis of Finland, Y/N!” You were flying out to Europe to film this music video, and Bam had been excitedly gushing about something or other the whole time- this rock star he wanted to introduce you to, but you were pretty clearly not paying much attention. “Chicks pass out when he walks down the street! They’re, like- my favorite band.” Yeah, because if Bam’s a fan of something, that means it’s good. You nodded, sitting back in your economy class seats while you tuned him out.

It was the dead of winter, so Helsinki-Vantaa was completely decked out in Christmas decorations as you touched down, making the whole airport glow amber in the dark blue night- what a sight to wake up to.

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Half asleep, you were still blinking awake as you arrived at a dim, seedy looking rock club in the center of the city- some place called Tavastia. The bouncers outside took one look at Bam and quickly ushered you guys over to this side entrance, giving him his usual celebrity treatment. Following him to where the band was hanging out backstage, you had to do a double take when you saw that tall stranger sprawled out on the couch, idly smoking his cigarette with half lidded eyes. His eyes flicked up to meet yours first before darting towards Bam, who was standing with a hand held out to pull him to his feet, “Hey, man! What’s up?” There were traces of pink lipstick left on his cigarette as this beauty of a man took a drawl, shrugging, “Nothing much.” His eyes fell on you again as he looked you up and down as he talked with Bam in that low, totally chill register, “Who’s this?”

He introduced you to each other: Y/N, this is Ville. Ville, this is Y/N. Honestly, you misconstrued his subtle flirting as him just being nice- you chalked up how he said it was a pleasure to meet you and the way he kept looking back to you while Bam was excitedly going on about the new video as Scandinavian hospitality, if that’s a thing. You were so oblivious. The roar of the excited crowd was a mere rumble from where you were, and as the band got their cue to head out onstage, Ville shot you a wink as he slipped out the door.

You know that phonemenon where someone goes to a concert and they swear back and fourth the singer was making eye contact with them the entire time? Well, you were pretty sure Ville’s eyes didn’t leave yours for the entire set. He was gazing at you as if you were the only person in the entire world. However, you were pretty oblivious to this- all you were really paying attention to was the music. In fact, Bam noticed this even before you did, though at first he did think he was staring at him before that great, looking from one person to the other realization moment.

☆彡

He didn’t bring it up until you were stepping outside and getting into the waiting taxi, “How are you this oblivious?” Pulling your coat shut as you shook the snow out of your hair, you stepped down into the cab, “Huh?” Bam reached into his pocket, shoving a handful of twenty euro notes at the driver before turning to you, “Dude! He was givin’ you the eyes all night! Did you seriously not know he was into you?” The edge in Bam’s voice struck you as odd, but you were certainly listening now. “If I was in your shoes, Y/N- I’d be all over that shit in a heartbeat.” You still didn’t believe what he was saying. Why would a man like Ville- a man as famous as him (and as adored by women as him) want anything to do with you? You are barely a B list star in America. You weren’t a model or a pop star or anything- you got famous for hanging out with a guy who was fameous, which was nothing. Turning to look out the window as the snow flurried by in the pitch black night, you shrugged as the car sped off.

Bam received a phone call that night- from Ville, of course, grilling him for everything he knew about you. “From the moment I saw her, we had this…connection.” He mused, speaking in that flowery way he did when he was very passionate about something, “I have to have her. I’m sure you know what I mean, right?” Hushing the shock in his voice so he wouldn’t wake you, he leaned in close to the receiver, “Hold your horses, man- you just met her!” Oh, it’s not as if he would understand how he felt about you. Compared to him, Bam was a teen boy when it came to romance. But Ville’s fame usually got him what he wanted and, not wanting to appear lame in front of a man he respected so much, it only took a little priding to get your friend to eventually spill all the information he needed.

It was only a surprise to you when you discovered what was waiting in front of your hotel room door the next morning. A bouquet of flowers- your favorite flowers, which definitely weren't in season that time of year- bundled together with a black, silk ribbon. You examined them curiously, turning over the attached card and gasping when you saw who it was from. Maybe Bam was right about that.

★彡

Bam was in director mode the entire time you tagged along with him to the shoot, which is a nice way to say he was being a meticulous jerk. There was this whole production setup, with all these big cameras and mics and wires strewn about the floor- real professional looking, nothing like the run and gun camcorder stuff you were used to. It was dazzling enough to walk through this huge, baroque manor in the middle of the Czechian countryside, but to film in it?

Now, you didn’t catch the beginning of this argument, but while you were drooling over the fancy equipment, you heard something about the European model chick they were intending to have in the video running late. Despite this, Ville seemed surprisingly nonchalant about the situation as he reasoned with Bam, “Why don't we just use her?” Bam huffed out some response about how expensive it was to get this lady and Ville’s eyes wandered over to you, “I mean,” Ignoring him, he looked you up and down, speaking barely loud enough you could hear him, “she’s already very beautiful- She wouldn’t need very much hair and makeup.” Bam gave up his protest and went over to begrudgingly drag you to the makeup tables, mumbling something about this only being a practice run. All of this was leaving you confused and far more flustered than you could care to admit.

You weren’t sure what to make of everything that was happenings, and Bam’s very barebones direction of ‘be sexy’ right before the camera started rolling wasn’t helping much. It also didn’t help that you had this absolutely angelic man in front of you, serenading you completely shirtless. This is the kind of thing middle aged women read paperbacks to expereince, and there you were. While you tried your damndest to act all minxy (and frankly failing at it), Vile was so effortlessly confident. This incubus was bewitching you, and you were falling for his spell.

☆彡

That night, after the shoot, the three of you met up at the pub down the road. Ville greeted you with one of those cute European double cheek kisses, your skin being warmed by the yellow streetlamp you were standing underneath. Bam, who was standing right next to you, turned his face in anticipation, but the only thing he received from Ville was a friendly pat on the back (which was more of a shove) towards the door, “The bar’s that way! Go get yourself a drink.” It sent him stumbling ahead of you two and he looked back with bewilderment as you felt an arm slip around your shoulders. Despite the fact that you looked an awful lot like a couple, you didn’t mind being seen with this eye candy. Walking with Ville by your side was like walking through a dream. These beautiful women and beautiful men that lined the dark, wood paneled halls of the old pub all greeted him with admiration as you made your way to the bar. Some of the bolder women even reached out to touch him with fond, feather light caresses as he passed by, which he didn’t seem to mind in the slightest.

“You were wonderful today, Y/N.” Ville took the seat next to yours at the bar, leaning against the counter as he spoke in that mesmerizing way he did whenever he was talking to you, “Honestly, we’re thinking of using that take in the final video- you were much better than that model.” Your eyes went wide, and so did Bam’s as he leaned around you, “What’re you talking about? She was great!” This whole music video business was drawing a wedge between the two of them, and you were caught in the middle of it. Bam waved his hands to dismiss the notion. “Whatever- you know what?I think it went really well today.” It was odd- if it was anyone else but Ville he was taking to, you knew he would’ve stood his ground a little more. Even the way he talked around him was different. Bam shrugged, taking a swig of his beer to look nonchalant, “I just got some editing to do tomorrow and I should have somethin’ by the end of the day.” Your attention was drawn away as, leaning in towards you to be heard over the chatter of the bar, Ville murmured close to your ear, “Maybe while Bam’s busy doing that, I could show you around Helsinki tomorrow. Hmm?”

Well, how could you say no to that?

★彡

The next morning, Ville picked you up in front of your hotel and took you around to these beautiful, romantic spots. One among the many you visited was this gigantic church: Helsinki Cathedral, he told you it was called. Up the marble steps, you wandered about the stark, white columns near the entrance as Ville went on about the history of this building, “If I recall, it was built in tribute to Nicolas the first- back when this land was under Russian rule in the 1840s.” Though you would never say this aloud, you were really surprised at his knowledge of history. Ville was nothing like the grimey skater dudes that you usually hung around. He had this intelligent, charming air about him, and it helped that he didn’t smell like you sprayed a whole can of Axe body spray into a bag of Jack Links.

You didn’t even notice that he was looking at you as he mused aloud, “If I were to ever get married, Y/N, It would certainly be here.” From the second you walked in the room back at the club, Ville had his sights set on you. If it were a socially acceptable thing to do, Ville would’ve asked you to move in with him right then and there, but unfortunately he had some awareness of social graces. And as he stood on the steps with you, Ville just knew you would look like a princess dressed in white- an angel. He let his thoughts run wild a bit from there. Your lips were moving but the only thing he could hear was church bells.

Maybe not that fast- you were a sensible woman after all, Ville thought, and you didn’t seem the type to jump to get hitched to a man only because he was famous and interested. But that didn’t stop him from trying to subtly plant that thought in your head, conveniently taking a detour on the way back to your hotel to show you that wooden bridge in town that lovers and newlyweds place locks on to proclaim their affections for one another.

☆彡

You and Bam shared this look of confusion when the front desk lady told you there was something wrong with your reservation. A call was placed earlier and you had already checked out, she said, but despite Bam’s frustrated explanation that you already paid for that night, she wouldn’t hear him out- no refunds, hotel policy. Staring out the front window at the snow that was blustering by in the less than negative temperatures that were typical of a Helsinki winter, you racked your mind for options. Bam beat you to it, closing his flip phone with a click, “I just got off the phone with Ville-'” That knowing grin spread further across his face as he continued in a tone that indicated he was very proud of himself, “and he said we could crash at his flat for the night. He’s sending a car right now!”

A few moments later, the concierge let Bam know that he had a phone call for him. Reaching over the counter, he grabbed the receiver and pressed it to his ear, not noticing that you had slipped out the door even after you turned and called to him as you left, “Hey, I’ll wait out front!” It was really well choreographed- Ville called him just as that hot, black car pulled up in front of the hotel. Rolling down the window, he took in the sight of you there, standing under the yellow glow of that street lamp, waiting for him in the cold like some abandoned puppy on the side of the road. It was cute. You were walking around to the other side of the car as he lifted up the phone he was conveniently hiding below the window and pressed it to his ear, mumbling an “I'll call you back,” to Bam before flipping it shut. Sliding onto the warm, leather seat next to Ville was a welcome respite from the cold as you sighed, closing the door. He smiled at you and gently took your hand, placing a sweet kiss on your knuckle- this prince charming move that made you wonder if this was also a common gesture in Finland as you blushed and stammered, “Thanks for the, uh- thanks for the ride. How’s Bam gonna, like- get to your place…?” He shrugged nonchalantly, sitting back and looking back out the window as you sped off. “Oh, I just talked to him. We’re sending another car later to pick him up- he’ll be fine.” Once again, Ville’s fame got him what he wanted. The only thing he needed to do was make a phone call.

After you were done kissing your hellos, he talked with you on the drive to his place, but not the way Bam usually did- he wasn’t talking at you. Instead, Ville asked you how you were liking Finland or if you’d ever thought of moving here- he’d be happy to get you a place to stay and help you with the language if you were interested. Honestly, he made the whole concept of leaving your life in America behind sound pretty damn promising.

☆彡

“Wow…your place is really nice.” You looked arround with awe as you walked in the door, and even through the dimness you could tell it was a pretty upscale apartment. “I don’t spend a lot of time here- really. Just a place to crash between tours.” The only light in the room came from Ville’s fridge as he opened it, leaning inside. “Something to drink?” Sitting on his couch timidly, you gave him an, “mmhm,” and he came back with two beers, placing on on the glass coffee table and opening the other himself. Blue light cascaded onto his delicate features from the window that sat behind you, the only way you saw him in the darkness.

You couldn’t place your finger on what was so bewitching about Ville, but you had this whole image of him in your head already. He probably paints and writes poetry in this apartment, you thought. He probably spends his evenings on this very sofa, idly sipping wine for hours before throwing on his coat to solemnly wander about misty graveyards and lament the fleetingness of life and love while placing roses on headstones. He just seemed like the type.

The whole time the two of you were chatting over drinks and discussing how well the video went, Ville kept getting calls that he would quickly hit the ignore button on without any explanation. This would’ve set off red flags in any sane person, but at this point you couldn’t exactly consider yourself sane with the way you were drawn to him. What you didn’t know was who was calling him- Bam, who’d been waiting for that car to show up for the past two hours. That was until he called you and you quietly excused yourself to take it. “Dude! Okay, okay, okay-” He rambled on, “so basically- all the hotel shit’s sorted out! There was an issue with some system- i know- and they gave us all this complementary free shit!” From the way Bam was slurring his words, you could tell he was already making a dent in the mini bar. Still, you were relieved that everything got sorted out, however suspicious the circumstances.

But despite how happy Ville seemed to hear the news, you could tell there was something else happening in his head. Standing up, you were making your way toward the door when you felt something stop you. It was a hand- pale, long fingers firmly grasping your arm, and there was something possessive about the way it held onto you, like someone holding onto something for dear life. “Ville…?” Turning to him, the only way you could make out his presence was from the way the light flooding in the window silhouetted him. There was this aching, earnestness in his voice. “Don’t go. Don’t leave Finland.” There was something in his pleading words that made you think that he wouldn’t know what tomorrow would bring if he woke up and you weren’t there. “What? You- you want me to stay?” Answering your silent question of ‘how long?’, Ville continued, all but encouraged by the sympathy bubbling up in the corners of your eyes. “I don't know: a day, a month- a year? Forever? Just, please- don’t leave. I need you.”

“My heart, my body- my soul needs you. Just…stay.”

[fict1onallyobsessed]

I have a request; Reader and her family isn’t on best terms, so when they come to her show and try and act supportive seeing how popular she is, reader acts out knowing they abused her for years saying she would be nothing.

Rhea basically comforting reader please? I’m so deprived of the lack of content recently in the Rhea tags…you’re a amazing writer and I miss your work for her :(

No pressure though, have a good day :)

The World Outside

Rhea Ripley x Fem!Reader

It hurt to see them smile behind the barrier as if nothing happened. It didn't make you feel better. It didn't just make those years of degrading go away. Most importantly, it didn't make you any better of a wrestler when they were watching.

Rhea could almost smell the dread dripping off your body when you looked around from the corner of the ring, eyes plastered and stuck onto one place like your body suddenly decided that neither flight or fight was an option. It felt debilitating, your brain refusing to acknowledge anything other than them.

Rhea grabbed your waist and picked you up from the ropes, cheering in victory with the crowd at the win you just earned yourself. Momentarily, everything was okay. Time stopped when you looked into Rhea eyes, her smile almost reaching her eyes. For a moment, you forgot they existed. You were so focused on Rhea that you didn't notice her own attempt at distracting you from whatever made you freeze up.

You smiled and cheered with your group, looking into the opposite side of the crowd and cheering again. Thankfully it was the end of the match, and you all made your way down the walkway. You stayed close to your girlfriend, fighting back tears as you pretended your parents weren't sat 5 meters away from you.

"Hey, what's up?" She asked the second you were out of camera's view. Her gentle touch on your shoulders just made you want to sob more, the want to leave was stronger than ever. You shook your head silently, looking down as you rubbed your face with your hands.

"Can we just go back to the hotel? Please?"

Her eyebrows furrowed but she nodded, leading you to the locker room. She placed her coat on herself and didn't even bother changing, reaching into her pocket for her car keys to give them to you.

"Go to the car, okay? I'll get the rest of your stuff."

You nodded and offered her a small smile, grateful she wasn't one to push for answers. You grabbed your coat, let the key drop into your hands and you left the building, heading for the car park as quickly as you could. Nobody backstage bothered you, thankfully, the match only being a small one that you didn't have press conferences for.

Your feet dragged as you felt the cold air of the car park hit you, all the colour on your face dissolving when you saw who was standing next to Rhea's car. There was a moment where you just wanted to turn back, but why should you?

This was your environment, they had no right to invade, especially after they basically told you that you were going to be nothing. You didn't have to feel scared of them anymore, didn't have to hide you passion anymore. Because those cheers you hear and the bell that rings every time you win makes up for the childhood you spelt with them.

"We went backstage but the crew told us you were gone!" Your mum laughed, walking towards you as you blankly stared at them, opening the car door to push your coat into the back seat. "How have you been!"

You scoffed at her act of innocence. Act as if she didn't end up locking you in your house just to stop you from going to wrestling practise. It hurt, her sudden change in demeanour. You rolled your eye and went to open the passenger door, thinking of how you'd explain this to Rhea. You were planning on completely ignoring them until rhea got here, but it wasn't until your mum tried to hug you that you snapped.

"Get off me!" You pushed her off. "You have some fucking nerve showing up here."

She seemed stunned, taking a step back and watching you slam the car door roughly before she spoke up again.

"Wasn't my support the only thing you begged me for when you were a ki-"

"Yes! When I was a child! You know, when a kid needs their parents support the most? Yeah, then. Now you can shove your support where the sun doesn't shine because guess what; I don't fucking need you anymore." You sniffled, unaware of the fact you even started crying. "I don't need you, or dad, or the thing you so call support. You're only here because you saw I've finally made it! Something you told me I will never do when I was little. You have no right showing up here. Go back home, wherever you are now, I don't care. I don't need your pity, and I certainly won't give you any."

"Well, we're here now, aren't we?" Your father stepped up from behind your mother and gave you a sympathetic smile as he held onto your mums shoulders reassuringly. He was the exact same as you mother, a fucking hypocrite. "We want to say-"

"Sorry?" You scoffed through your tears. "Say that to the 15 year old you used to lock away and deprive of social interaction for months because she was going to training. Honestly, fuck you both and leave me alone."

"But-"

"You heard her." Rhea's voice sounded from behind you, opening the back of the car to place your stuff in before walking towards you and your parents. Her hand ended up on the small of your back as she led you away and closer to her passenger door. She ended up closing your door before turning towards them, limiting what you could hear before she started to speak again.

"Who are-"

"She's right, you have no business here. She asked you to leave her be so fuck off." She talked as she walked to her side of the car, opening the door cutting your mum off.

"Excuse me, that's my daught-"

You handed her the keys and she turned the car on, immediately starting to drive away from your now screaming mother. You were still sat sniffling as Rhea pulled into the hotel parking, her hand drawing circles into the inside of your thigh as she put the car into a stop.

"You okay?" She whispered, looking at you from the side. You gave her a weak smile and nodded, getting out the car with her and picked up your stuff before heading towards your hotel room. You didn't even manage to put all of your stuff down before she came up to you and wrapped her arms around your waist, picking you up into her embrace.

You hugged her shoulders and let your legs wrap around her waist, a sign leaving your lips as she carried you towards your shared bed. You let out a laugh when she fell onto the bed with you still attached to her, both of you bouncing as the beds mattress caught your bodies. Her smile when you laughed instantly made you feel better, a small giggle leaving your lips.

You loved her, especially her ability to make the world outside go away.

THE END

[heliads]

Idk if requests are open rn (I can't convert time lol) but I was wondering if I could request something for Now You See Me? Maybe smth with Jack where they're both just a super silly couple, like always goofing around before shows and just having fun, but they're both kinda insecure, like 'what if the other person doesn't take this as serious as they do'. So they...idk talk it through and in general super fluffy. Sorry, i'm really bad at describing things. Feel free to ignore if I sent this in too early.

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If you ask the Horsemen what they like most about being, well, a Horseman, you would get completely different answers. Some of you love the planning process, being able to organize the perfect heist right down to the very last detail. Others love the car chases afterwards, running as fast as they please without ever getting caught. Still more of you have a fondness for the magic tricks of the shows themselves.

If you were to pick, though, your favorite part about this fantastical life of yours wouldn’t be what happens on the stage, nor immediately before and after it. The magic is lovely, obviously, and you all enjoy the sound of so many people cheering your names, but what you like most of all about this select group of extraordinary people are the members of the group themselves. The backstage murmuring, the whispered inside jokes. That, to you, is worth more than any perfected sleight of hand trick.

That’s the reason for the contented feeling in your stomach as you survey your little crew. The five of you just made it out of another successful deal. This one will have the skeptics talking for months, of that you’re certain; all of you went above and beyond to make this job impossible to deny. It’s a good feeling. It lets all of you lay down your guard for the time being and just laugh with each other while you wait for the coast to clear outside.

Merritt tips his glass appreciatively as another siren caterwauls outside your hideout. “I think that’s the tenth one I’ve heard in ten minutes. Face it, people. We’re famous. Or, I am, at least. They might be too distracted by my good looks to notice you.”

Danny rolls his eyes. “They’d only get distracted by your looks if you hypnotized them.”

“Why don’t I do it to you, then?” Merritt pretends to lunge towards him, laughing when Danny jerks backwards.

“Not funny,” Danny complains.

“Totally funny,” you argue. “Are you scared because you’re worried it already happened? What if you secretly think Merritt has been super attractive this whole time and you’re just fighting the truth?”

Merritt snorts. “I like that idea.”

By your side, Jack breaks into a wide grin. “It’s okay, Danny. You can talk to us. We’re friends. Tell us your inner truth.”

Danny scoffs. “That is so not my inner truth.”

You arch a brow. “Are you sure? It wouldn’t be the first time you’ve fallen for a Horseman.”

Danny glowers at you. “Low blow, Y/N. And that’s rich coming from you, anyway, given that you’re also dating a Horseman.”

This is true. Unlike Danny, though, you’re quite proud of it. Your relationship with Jack Wilder was quite literally months in the making. It nearly drove the other Horsemen insane with the way both of you couldn’t stop tiptoeing around your feelings, but you both confessed eventually and have been quite happy ever since. Even when your friends try to divert blame onto the two of you to get out of the hot seat.

Jack must be thinking along the same lines, because he just shakes his head and grins. “It’s okay to be jealous of our fantastic relationship, Daniel. It’s not your fault we like each other way more than anyone loves you.”

Merritt chokes on his drink, and has to press a hand to his mouth to stop from laughing any more. “I didn’t laugh. That’s not funny, you two. You should all be nicer.” The twinkle in his eyes, though, lets you know that he’s firmly on your side.

Danny just groans. “Trust me, if this is what love is like, I’m fine without it. I feel like I’m going to be sick to my stomach. Remind me again why I wanted you two together so badly?”

Merritt chuckles. “Because you said the same things when they were just pining uselessly, remember? Ah, good times. And now the two of you can actually tell each other how much you love each other, right?”

He stares directly at Jack, waiting for him to say something. It’s strange, usually Jack has no problem picking up the thread of a joking conversation, always jumping in with another rebuttal, a laughing riposte, but this time, he just stays silent. He seems lost in thought, and maybe it’s just you being paranoid but it seems awfully coincidental that he would zone out just as Merritt brings up the idea of him being in love with you.

And, well, you get it. Love’s a big idea. Especially with your lives on the road now, it’s hard to picture any of you settling down in any way. You and Jack started out just flirting, only catching feelings by accident. You can’t expect him to love you. Even if you know that you’ve loved him for quite a while now.

Truth be told, this isn’t the first time such an issue has crossed your mind. You and Jack have been dating for a couple of months now, and you’ve been questioning things since the halfway point. It’s not Jack’s fault, really, it’s just hard sometimes to understand why he would pick you when there are literally hundreds of thousands of people begging to go out with him at every show. He could have any supermodel, any celebrity, but he chose you. It just makes a person wonder why.

It’s been getting to you lately, the instability of it all. You and Jack have a lovely time joking around, kissing after shows in between bouts of laughter, but he’s never once told you that he actually loves you. There’s a very good chance that he hardly sees this as a relationship at all, more a distraction in between extensive shows, and that to you is more heartbreaking than if he’d never confessed his feelings in the first place. You love Jack, you know you do. You just don’t know that he feels the same way about you.

The conversation drifts off into uneasy silence when Jack still says nothing. When it becomes clear that he’s not going to respond to that, you quickly change the subject, asking Daniel about his thoughts on the way a certain aspect of the job had gone. It’s an easy excuse, and will earn you at least fifteen minutes of uninterrupted Atlas monologue to smooth over the awkwardness, but you still feel your spirits sinking. It wouldn’t have hurt Jack to say something, right? Even just to joke along. He wouldn’t have to have meant it.

Merritt meets your eyes sympathetically, but you look away just as quickly. You don’t want his pity, it just means that he’s aware of the imbalance just as much as you are. Danny’s oblivious enough that he probably won’t notice it, which is good. You don’t want anyone realizing the difference in your affection from Jack’s. Not when you plainly like him more than he does.

It’s not a good feeling, to say the least. It sits with you the rest of the evening, causing you to leave early, claiming exhaustion and wanting an early night’s sleep. Jack tries to coax you to stay a little longer, but you can’t answer his jokes with the same spirit you usually do, making his face fall slightly. Well, a cruel voice whispers in the back of your head, good. He should feel at least a little of the hurt you do right now.

Even that doesn’t make you feel better, though. You lie awake, listening to the soft sounds of your friends laughing together. Jack never has a problem carrying the conversation when it’s just them, then. That means the problem must be you. You joke too much or not enough, and somehow Jack saw that you weren’t quite the right match for him. Maybe somewhere out there is a person who’s perfect for him, who can always pick up what he’s putting down and knows exactly the right amount of emotion to show, but Jack is making it clear that won’t be you. 

You fall asleep eventually, but even a good night's sleep isn’t enough to reset your mood. You do your best to act like nothing is the matter, but it’s hard to go on joking with Jack when all you want to do is ask him if he could ever actually see himself loving you. 

It takes about a week before he catches on. You’re bailing out of another night of drinks with the Horsemen because you can’t bear to see how flimsy your relationship really is. 

Instead of letting you go, though, Jack stays put in your room. “Do you want to tell me what’s going on?”

You feign indifference. “Nothing, really. I’m just tired.”

Jack doesn’t seem convinced. “You’ve been ‘just tired’ for a while now. It’s not like you.”

“Yeah, well, maybe you don’t know me as well as you thought,” you mumble, trying to distract yourself by pretending to look at the papers on your desk. 

“What does that mean?” Jack’s voice, suddenly razor-sharp, takes you by surprise. 

You lift a shoulder cautiously. “Nothing. Just leave me alone, alright? You’ll have more fun if you’re not stuck with me right now, I know that.”

“That’s not true at all,” Jack protests. “Every time the rest of us go out, I’m miserable. They can all tell you that. It’s no good if you’re not out there with me, Y/N.”

You can’t help a tinge of bitterness from entering your voice. “So you want me to go out with you because you want entertainment? Great, Jack, that definitely makes me feel better.”

He reacts as if you’ve struck him. “That’s not what I mean at all. What’s gotten into you?”

“What’s gotten into me?” You spit out. “Nothing, Jack. Nothing at all. It’s just that I realized you don’t feel half as much about me as I do about you, and surprisingly enough, that doesn’t make me feel the greatest.”

He’s silent, reeling in place. You shake your head slowly. “See, this is why I didn’t want to do all this. Just forget it, alright?”

You try to move past, but Jack’s hand snaps out, weaving around you and blocking your path. “I had no idea you felt like that,” he says softly. “I would have said something sooner, sweetheart, I promise. All this time, I’ve been thinking you didn’t like me that much, so I didn’t want to say something stupid like I love you since I thought it would scare you off. If I had known–” he breaks off in a quiet half-laugh, then continues, “–if I had known that’s what you thought, I would have told you a lot more about just how you make me feel.”

Suddenly, it seems to take a lot of effort to speak again. The weight of your surprise hangs against your throat, slowing the syllables. “You love me?”

“More than anything,” he smiles. “Enough that I didn’t want to hear you say you didn’t love me when I knew how much I loved you. I never asked what you wanted, and I assumed you didn’t want a serious relationship.”

“I want you,” you tell him. He beams.

“And I want you, sweetheart.” In Jack’s arms, it’s easy to forgive him. This has all been a simple misunderstanding, and the greater truth is far lovelier than you could have ever hoped. Maybe you will go out with him tonight after all, tonight and every night until forever. The stars will shine sweetly overhead and you will be happy. With Jack, you think you always will be.

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[midwestmade29]

My first request 🥰

This little number was written for the anonymous request I received the other day! I hope that they enjoy what I came up with. While this story lacks the spicy content I usually write, it was nice to branch out and try something new. So, thank you for the request…let’s hope I did this right 😂

(Here is the original request from anonymous:

I personally would love to see a Christian Cage x (Possibly?) A Pregnant!Wife Reader, maybe the reader is pregnant and Christian’s valet (kinda like the Miz & Maryse) and she’s stressing at Ringside during a match that happens involving Christian’s little Crew (Him, Lucha, & Nick)?)

This story contains minor swearing, pregnancy, slight description of labor pain(s). Read at your own discretion.

Y/N- your name

O/B- obstetrician (A physician who cares for women and their baby during pregnancy and childbirth)

Word count: 1,343

Divider is from @saradika

GIF credit: @junglehooks

A Labor of Love 💕

Christian and I had countless conversations about me joining him, Luchasaurus and Nick for his “write off” match that was happening next week on Dynamite. I wanted nothing more than to be ringside supporting him, cheering him and the guys on (and maybe even causing a little mischief for their opponents) but Christian was 100% against it. I know he was just being protective of me and our baby growing inside of me, but I knew this would be the last match I would be able to accompany him to the ring before our baby would be born. He also knew that I wasn’t going to give up on this until I got him to change his mind. To the rest of the world Christian was the biggest ill-tempered asshole, but when it came to me (and our baby) he was a complete softie. I loved being able to know that side of him.

“Y/N, what if something were to happen and go wrong? I just want you and the baby to be safe. It’s too risky for you to be out there with all 6 of us in the middle of the chaos. I won’t be able to keep an eye on you or keep you out of harm’s way.” He explained.

I couldn’t help but to let out a frustrated sigh. “This isn’t my first rodeo, Christian. I know what to do and where I need to be. I really want to be there since neither of us will be traveling with AEW after this match because the baby will be here soon. Please, just trust me. I need to do this for you and for me.” I pleaded. We sat in silence for a few minutes before I spoke again. “What if we ask my O/B at my appointment in a couple days if they think it’s a good idea or not? Let them decide if I’m in the clear to join you. Would that help make you feel better about it?” “I don’t think it would take all my worry away, but yes that’s a good idea. If the doctor says it’s okay, then I will trust their judgement, and yours.” I squealed with delight and threw my arms around Christian’s neck, causing my baby bump to nudge his stomach. Christian smiled at my excitement and placed his hand on my bump, marveling at the sudden kicks he felt against it. “Your mother is the most stubborn and determined person I’ve ever met. If you come out with the same fiery qualities she has, I’m in trouble.”

“You ready baby?” I asked Christian as we stood backstage in gorilla position. I knew how nervous he still was about having me ringside even though my doctor gave us the green light last week. Christian would be missing the next 6-8 weeks because of the baby, and I was bound and determined to make tonight special for him. Little did I know how “special” the night was going to turn out…

Luchasaurus and Nick stood nearby, stretching, and psyching themselves up while I tried my best to calm Christian’s mind. “You’ve worked so hard to get here baby. I’m so proud of you! I’ll be fine, and so will the baby. Now get your DILF ass out there and give em’ hell!” He kissed me fiercely before leaning down and kissing my baby bump too. The opponent’s music hit right before they went through their tunnel and down the ramp towards the ring. There was a small pause before Christian’s music started vibrating through the arena, causing him to instantly tap even more into his villainous persona before leading the 4 of us up the steps to the tunnel. Performing was like a second nature to me, so just like Christian had done, I flipped a switch and turned on the bad bitch persona I was so good at portraying. I placed my hands on Luchasaurus and Nick, parting them as I made my way in between and took my place right next to Christian. I plastered the biggest and brightest smile on my face while lacing my fingers with Christian’s as we walked down the ramp.

It was about 8 minutes into the match and the guys were rocking and rolling. I kept my distance from the busy spots in and around the ring while playing my part perfectly. Right on cue, I started distracting the ref so Christian could hit his opponent with the TNT belt Nick had tossed to him. I was yelling and waving my arms in the air manically, doing my best to keep the ref’s eyes on me for a few moments longer. When he threatened to throw me out from ringside, I hopped up and down throwing a tantrum, pleading my case for him to let me stay. The damage in the ring was already done, so I waved off the ref, allowing him to return his focus to the match.

Everything was going smoothly until Luchasaurus nailed Christian with a tail whip when the opponent he was aiming for ducked out of the way. Christian stumbled back into the pads of the turnbuckle, completely dazed before sitting down. My first instinct was to go apeshit on the asshole who ducked out of the way, but I went after Luchasaurus instead. (I blame the pregnancy hormones) I had fury in my eyes as I climbed onto the apron and began yelling at Luchasaurus for not being more careful, cursing at him and getting in his face. Nick rushed over and tried to calm me down, but I quickly put that little boy in his place. The more he spoke, the more my urge to slap him grew. When I reared my hand back, Nick recoiled but lucky for him Luchasaurus grabbed hold of my wrist, stopping my hand from making contact with Nick’s face. If looks could kill, that dinosaur would be dead right now because I was staring daggers at him.

The ref had enough of my behavior and tossed my ass out. Of course I threw a fit all the way up the ramp until I reached the backstage area. I was a little winded from all my theatrics, so I tried to catch my breath as I watched the match on the tv in the back. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my lower back, around my hips and to my lower belly. The surprise of it caused me to gasp and white knuckle grip the table next to me so I could steady myself. “What the hell was that?!” I whispered to myself. “This is not happening right now…” Another wave of pain radiated through my lower half, this time causing me to drop to my knees. Kris Statlander saw what had happened and rushed over to my side, full of concern. “Y/N! Are you okay?” “I…I think I’m in labor. Help me stand…p-please. I need to get my phone so I can get ahold of my doctor.” I spoke as calmly as I could through gritted teeth. Kris helped me to my feet, holding on to my arm giving me support. I didn’t even notice that Christian’s match had ended until I saw him running towards me. “Are you alright, Y/N? Is the baby okay? What’s going on?” he asked breathlessly. “I think the little s-show I put on with Luchasaurus and Nick might’ve caused me to go into labor.”

Christian’s face turned a little pale as he stood in front of Kris and I in shock. It took Kris snapping her fingers and a boop on his nose for him to come back down to Earth. “You okay there, Dad?” she asked him playfully. Christian’s brows knitted together as he gave her a dirty look, but his face softened when he turned his attention to me. “I’ll put the fact that I was right about it not being a good idea for you to be ringside tonight on the back burner temporarily. Now, let’s go meet our baby!”

Thanks for reading 🖤

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Rock with you PART 2 🎀

Not requested

Warnings: Smut,anal,p n v,cursing maybe

Genre:Fluff | Smut

Synopsis:Y/N finds out about Eddie’s performance,and her chance of getting backstage,-and takes advantage of the one in a lifetime deal…

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I was walking home last night, it was about 10pm when I finished, I was walking through the cold,empty town until I saw a poster, it read “Ladies and gentlemen,stop by our record store and if you can buy our one of a kind “Rock with you” CD, you can get a free backstage pass to Eddie Munson’s concert, no sensible person would miss this deal”. I stepped inside the record store which was luckily still open, I searched the racks for the album, and found it, it was about 20 cents. I brought it up to the cashier, “Wow, another hm?” He asked, putting the money in the cashier “What do you mean?” I asked, taking the CD “A ton of horny teenage girls come in buying these, good luck getting it tho” he said, as I walked out “Creep” I whispered under my breath.

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It was the night of the concert, luckily I got the pass so I might be able to meet him. After I got ready to look my best for him, I got in my car and drove to the theater. I pulled up and saw a crowd of people filling it, I got my purse and followed them, seeing a large empty area and the stage, I was already in pain realizing that standing for hours in high heels wouldn’t be great, I found my spot near the front, and the lights quickly dimmed. One light above the stage turned on, and Eddie was there, with his electric guitar and a black satin suit and his curly hair straightened and slicked back with gel. The first song began and the crowd of other young girls started screaming, I just hope it’s quieter backstage.

3:00 AM

The concert finally stopped, I enjoyed it but my feet were sore, until over the intercom I heard “Will Y/N L/N please come to the backstage with your pass, someone wants to meet you, really badly..” he said tiredly, I found the ticket in my purse and found the door “So you’re the lucky ducky huh?“ the guard, checking the ticket to see if it was fraudulent, than unhooking the velvet rope. I walked in and saw Eddie doing a ridiculous electric air guitar performance, while his real one was getting tuned and his vanity was being set up. He heard my heels clicking the concrete floor, and he rushed over “Hey princess, I prayed that you would’ve have gotten that ticket, I have so much to show you” he said, trying to seem cool but was also sweating heavily,the beads smudging his perfect eyeliner “What do you wanna show me?” I asked “Well it can’t be here” he said, grabbing my hand and taking me to his room. He shut the door, and took me to his trophy case “Well it’s impressive, I don’t see why the door has to be locked”I said, hearing the click “Don’t mind it, I like..privacy with this kinda stuff, if I wanted to I would’ve brought the camera crew” he said “Well this is pretty normal, I doubt anyone would care” I said “Well what I’m about to do to you, that’s not normal” he said. I turned my head towards him, until he pushed it back to the trophy case, “Nope it’s a surprise” he said, unbuckling his pants and dropping them to his ankles,and taking his shirt and shoes off. He made quick work of my panties, and undergarments “I’ll leave the dress one, wouldn’t want my princess getting cold huh?” He slipped off my heels, I finally felt some relief, until he ripped a large hole in my tights where my wet holes were. “Beautiful” he said getting on his knees, licking from my folds to my ass. I shivered from the contact of his tongue, he stood up and got some lube and a condom “We won’t need the lube yet, but I hope you’re used to condoms” He pulled me by the hips so I was bent over and he quickly lined himself with my folds, shoving in and out slowly. He turned on his radio which was luckily near by. As he got deeper inside I began moaning louder, until he covered my mouth “Shut up” he said “Sorry” I whispered. After a while he finally pulled out “You’re not done yet” he said “And sense you were a bad and girl and didn’t keep quiet, you won’t get any lube” he said, before roughly shoving himself into my ass, I almost screamed but kept my mouth shut, while he violently thrusted into me, this was probably my punishment. I felt his rough fingers rubbing my clit, soon enough I felt my sticky cum drip down my legs “Let me do it, sense you were quiet” he said, getting on his knees and licking it off, before swallowing it. He took me to his bed and laid me down, before laying with me to

[little-ideas]

Walking Together

How the Mankai Troupe members are when they walk with you. Pretty romantic leaning/assuming an established relationship, but I think a few people’s could be read as close friends

If you happened to read the post when tumblr posted it instead of resaving it to drafts, then Sakuya, Masumi, and Tsuzuru’s parts are slightly different because my cat deleted them and I didn’t realize until I could no longer recover them, so had to rewrite and couldn’t remember them exactly OTL

Hope you enjoy~ ^ w ^

Sakuya: Likes to hold hands and link arms, but is just happy to be able to walk with you. Even though holding hands is a given for you two now, every time you do so, he smiles and blushes like it’s the first time all over. Even if your hands start out in your pockets, they’ll always end up clasped together by the time you arrive at your destination, neither one of you quite sure when it happened. He’ll swing your arms between you when he’s especially giddy

Masumi: Better to ask what he DOESN’T do -holding your bags, walking on the outside, sharing his umbrella, matching your pace, skinship, etc.- he does it all. He even buys earbuds so you two can listen to music together, though he’ll always leave one out so that he can listen to you if you sing or hum along

Tsuzuru: Entirely unfazed by holding hands since he does it so often with his brothers and probably holds his hand out for you to grab out of sheer habit, not moving until you do -point this out to him, though, and he becomes super embarrassed. Not particularly fond of overt or bold PDA, but does like being connected with you. Tends to carry around extra supplies for you like a 2nd scarf, water, or mittens.

Citron: Likes holding hands for the ease of movement. Will pull you along to your destination and sometimes suddenly start racing you! Likes to skip along the sidewalks and balance upon the edges of various fixtures with you, either together or alternating as support. Even though he’s often swarmed and chatting with his many neighborhood friends while alone, when he’s with you, he forgoes such pleasantries, though he’ll still greet everyone (and you two still end up with lots of freebies). Is always excited to be with you and loves to show it -honestly, if you’d let him, he’d shout it the moment you both stepped outside. Will shower you in flower petals during the spring and leaves in the autumn

Itaru: Since he keeps his Charming Persona on outside, he’ll engage in typical couple behavior like holding hands or linking arms, though it’s a miracle you were able to get him to be outside with you at all, considering he much prefers his room and driving. If there’s an event he really wants to play, may suggest you both hold an edge of the phone and play together so he doesn’t have to let go of your hand and is still engaged with you. A weakling for dorky couples items. Basically, if you do anything it’s going to look like you’re two fools in love and he adores it. Has yet to invest in full couple’s cosplay outside of advertising for the company, but is highly considering it

Chikage: Not one for physical affection or touches, but if you’re paying attention, you’ll notice he stands closer to you than others and will always match your pace. If you’re feeling down or he’s in a particularly good mood, will do a cheesy magic trick like pulling a flower out of thin air and tucking it behind your ear. Treasure the moment, it’ll be a while before it happens again

Tenma: Will worry about being noticed and bothering you, but if you’re approached by fans, will grab your hand, “so you don’t get separated.” If neither of you are paying attention, you’ll often end up in random places because you were both following each other. If you grab his hand, he’ll choke on his words and go red, but make no attempt to move away and will actually tug your hand back if you try to let go

Yuki: Likes to have at least one hand free to gesture and move about, but has no qualms if you want to hold on to them. Even if you’re just walking side-by-side, will tend to have something to match you, though it depends on the day as to whether they’ll don it with you or if they’ve already put it on

Muku: PLEASE indulge him, he loves holding hands, linking arms, walking on the outside, sharing umbrellas, etc. If it was a cute thing people did in shoujo manga, he wants and adores doing it. Would bike you places if doing so weren’t illegal (it’s still a secret dream of his)

Misumi: Holding hands, linking arms, bumbling about the sidewalk because you’re in a perpetual Misumi hug, Misumi adores physical affection and will try to be as close to you as possible. Honestly probably ends up carrying you half the time be it over the shoulder, piggyback, princess carry, etc

Kazunari: Couple items. Couple items. COUPLE ITEMS!!! Loves matching and doing the silly couple things like sharing a scarf or using the hand holding glove together. One to tug you along on adventure, making up stories and challenges for the things around you like having to step only on shadows, or you can only walk on the painted lines because the rest of the surfaces are dangerous seas and you don’t want to fall in. 50/50 chance you’ll make an impromptu stop and end up buying something like bubble tea to share

Kumon: Will blush but be super excited at any sort of skinship. That being said, Kumon’s built up a habit of fiddling, be it tossing a baseball between his hands, cat’s cradle, baseball hand signals, etc, so even if you do hold hands, it won’t be for long. Always seems to know a ramen place to go to and will point out new places, telling you their best dishes

Banri: Just as content with skinship as without and you will tend to alternate who initiates. Will joke about how you’re lucky to have him, but the moment any of the people he used to fight try to say anything, he’s raring to go and defend your honor. Just tug him along and listen as he spews off insults, threats, and a multitude of reasons why those punks wish they had someone with them as amazing as you

Juza: Touch starved, but it’s going to take a bit to build up the acceptable amount of pda because he’s in disbelief this is real. Even after such interactions become routine, cannot believe how lucky he is and is a constant, calming presence. Likes it most when you wrap your arms around his and lean against him, just languidly meandering down your path

Omi: Comfortable with anything you’re comfortable with. Very relaxed whilst you two walk and, if you aren’t in a rush, will sometimes pause to take pictures of you or other things that catch his attention. Will be a bit bashful if you insist he be in the picture with you, and you’ll usually end up having to take at least 2 since one is always him looking at you. Has a collection of the derpy images where you two accidentally blinked, moved, sneezed, etc. and they’re some of his favorite

Taichi: Links arms and holds hands without a second thought, just being glad to be with you. If you caught them while skating, they’ll stop to walk alongside you, or drift by your side if you’re only going to be together for a tiny bit. If you ride or skate outside as well, loves for the two of you travel together -bonus if you’re doing so while teaching/helping each other learn your respective modes of transportation. They’ve started carrying around an extra set of pads in case the two of you run into each other while you’re out

Sakyo: An absolute sucker for anything. Might appear huffy or mutter that he has appearances to keep, but his ears are tinged pink and his complaints are for show. The type to grumble about you being stupid for not wearing gloves in cold weather, then pull your hand into his pocket and give you his glove to keep your other hand warm. Will sigh and roll his eyes at the teasing of his family and other Mankai members, but also pull you in closer and kiss you right in front of them. If someone from a rival family tries to say some shit, talks down to them and brags about you with you tucked into his side after destroying them. If you’re a petty person, he’ll gladly walk across their body with you as you resume your trip

Azami: Face bright red if you mention being happy to walk with him. Please don’t try any skinship, he’s not comfortable with it, but after a while, he sometimes might link pinkies with you. Always insists you wear sunscreen and will apply it while lecturing you if you aren’t. Carries around sunscreen, shades, and extra water for you. On sunny days, will also insist you walk under an umbrella, sharing his with you if you don’t have one with you, though if you or someone else mentions the implications of such actions, will scowl and buy you your own umbrella at the nearest convenience store

Tsumugi: It’s rare to catch him outside without something to hold, but if he is, then he’s probably initiated some form of skinship without realizing it. Gets distracted by the flowers, but will only get some from a flower store and only if he knows your latest bouquet is dying. Carries around snacks in case you’re hungry, but prefers impromptu café dates. On nice days, will sometimes stop to stare at the sky, and on rainy days, cheekily nudge you into puddles, laughing at your shocked face, then playfully run away when you try to get him back

Tasuku: Okay with holding hands or you holding his arm, but not much else; although, sometimes you can get him to give you a piggyback ride under the guise of training. When it’s suggested, he’ll narrow his eyes at you, trying to determine if you’re just teasing or serious, fully aware that the training reasoning is an excuse. If you’re on piggyback, he might break out into a sprint, pass your destination, or pretend he can’t hear you saying he can put you down for a little bit as silly revenge. Mostly, he’ll match your pace and take anything you’re carrying

Homare: A fan of PDA, though you both quickly realize hand holding can be inconvenient since he tends to write phrases and inspirations down in his notebook. Completely normal for him to twirl you around at random moments and, if you two aren’t talking, then he’s often humming. Bookstores, libraries, and street performances are absolute detour traps, so it’s best to avoid them when you’re pressed for time. Always startles when you lean against him, but afterwards, his grin’s a little wider, gait a little lighter, and poetry a little more romantic

Hisoka: Stays awake, leaning into your touch, unless you can easily carry him, in which case, he’ll definitely make you do so more often than not. Regardless, willingly shares his sweets with you. If you eat any of them, has a tendency to kiss you after, claiming you’re sweet and simply smiling as you blush. During the colder weather, will cling to you, requiring you to be his personal space heater. Bought a gigantic jacket to try the 2-people-1-jacket-for-maximum-warmth thing, but it was too much of a hassle to walk in it. Still tries again every once in a while as though that issue will have resolved itself

Azuma: Holds onto your arm, sometimes trailing their hands to other parts of your body -adoring the simplicity of hand holding and the innocence of interlocking your fingers, poking your cheek, moving your hair or accessories to better view your face, guiding you through a crowd with a hand on the small of your back, and more. If you’re stopped, they’ll sometimes lean against you and rest their head on your shoulder. A soft presence, you’ll catch the faint hint of their perfume in the breeze -the one they now only wear when they’re with you

Guy: After years of servitude, it took some work to break the habit, but eventually he became used to walking by your side instead of in your shadow. After missing so much, he appreciates just being -the way so many different lives cross paths to create road traffic, the subtle changes in each day’s weather, and getting to experience all of it with you. Though you two converse, he prefers to hear you talk. Citron told him about finding shapes in clouds, and now he likes to do so on partly cloudy days. Veludo Way is the hardest street for you two to walk upon, because he’s enthralled with all of the street acts and observes as many of them as he can to better improve his acting and improvisation, though he will move on if you ask or pull him away

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MASTERLIST.

A/N: this is based on a request @ateliefloresdaprimavera sent me!! so thank you sm for requesting, hope you all enjoy [gif cred: @colewald]

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Y/N Smith and Matt Smith React To Your Tweets About “House of the Dragon”

You were excited to do an Interview with Matt after such a long time. You’d done a couple talk shows spontaneously over the years, but this was formally about a project you were both so enthralled by. 

In a way, the mood was different. You were now a married couple who had two beautiful kids, and had been friends for over ten years. Time really flew by.

As the interview began you were sitting next to your husband, a bowl full of papers in front of you.

“I am Matt Smith,” You started, looking at Matt expectantly.

“And I’m Y/N Smith.” He continues, a victorious smile on both of your faces. The multiple failed takes definitely made its way into both of your minds. 

“And we’re here to react to your tweets about ‘House of the Dragon’!” You both say in unison, high fiving each other as you let out a laugh.

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“We were told you guys many things to say about the show when it's not even out!” Your voice was amused, while Matt looked at you with a small smile.

“The internet is truly surprising” Matt lets out, making you shake your head.

“Okay, so here’s the deal. We’ll both be reading some things you’ve posted, and we’ll react on the spot.”

“No judgment on our side.” You shot Matt a look, “Maybe just a little.”

“Can I go first, please?” You ask, slightly pouting so he would say yes. You knew he could never truly refuse you if you made that face.

“Of course, my love.” The grin on your face at his words was all Matt would ever need in return.

You reach for the bowl and shake it, “So nobody can say we cheated!” You tell the camera, pointing your finger like you would when warning your children about something.

“Nobody’s going to say that now, Y/N.” Your husband says amusedly, finding it adorable that your tendencies as a mother made its way into other moments.

“@/ynmywife says “Whoever casted Y/N as a Targaryen in the show, will have my therapy bills delivered to their house😭” and then there’s a crying emoji.” You then roll the paper and throw it in a basket below the table.

“First off, I’m her husband so she’s not your wife,” Matt points out, jokingly placing his arm around your shoulder to show off his ‘dominance’, “Secondly, I agree with that statement.”

“You don’t even go to therapy!” You exclaim, looking bewildered by his words.

“The point still stands, but seriously, how did being cast feel?” He turns the conversation around, trying to bring back some seriousness, his arms still placed around you.

“It was surreal. I actually hadn’t auditioned to be a Targaryen, but I guess my vibes were those.” You started your answer, “My agent called and said I got the role of Valenya Targaryen, I remember being so shocked but I accepted instantly because I knew the experience would be amazing, and it was!” 

“My story for being cast is much more boring compared to yours.” Matt murmurs, a small laugh leaving his lips as he reaches for the next paper in the bowl.

“I’m sure it's not.” You tell him, kissing his cheek.

“@/valyrianbiatch says “Are we gonna talk about how hot Daemon and Valenya look in those teaser pics???” with three question marks, it seems like they really want some answers.”

“We should talk about it more, tell us Matt, how does it feel to be married to such a hot person?” You teasingly say.

“It feels amazing.” Matt responds, as you make an “aw” sound that some of the crew backstage copies. He just places his hands in a way that is supposed to show you off, like he doesn’t need to further explain his answer.

“I think Daemon and Valenya exude this badass energy, which instantly makes them attractive to the eye.” Your words are slightly more serious, trying to actually get the interview somewhat correctly done. But you’re sure the fans will only concentrate on the more unserious bits.

“Plus they’re interpreted by stunning people, what’s not to like about that?”

“Exactly!” You exclaim, taking another paper from the bowl.

“@/dracaryss_ says “It feels illegal to watch HOTD knowing Matt and Y/N were casted as siblings!!” with two exclamation marks at the end.” You read out the paper, playing with it while thinking of a good answer.

“It’s definitely less weird now, the Targaryen family tree really is a circle of incestous people.” Matt answers jokingly.

“I feel like we’ve been in this job long enough to separate our actual lives from fiction, which I feel everyone should be able to do.” You say, looking at Matt after.

“That’s also very vital to the process, and they don’t really behave like siblings so most of the time it wasn’t as awkward.” He ends with a laugh, as you smile in return.

“The show may not be to everyone’s taste, so please be cautious while watching!” While you speak Matt reaches for another paper. 

“Let 's see… @/lannisterlions says “And when I faint from the beauty of the Targaryens? Then what?””

“I would recommend some water, some ibuprofen even.” You were being sarcastic, but your voice had a motherly edge to it which made Matt almost melt in his seat. 

“I fear they’ll be fainting a lot, they’re the stars of the show.”

“That too.” You agree, chuckling slightly.

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You’ve already responded to a couple of tweets, some responses more serious than others in which you’ve just taken the piss out of their silly comments.

“I feel like I’ve answered tweets for a lifetime now.” You let out, your head resting on the shoulder of your husband, his arm wrapped around your waist. 

“I know I have.” Matt tells the camera, nodding slightly at his own words.

“It was very fun, though.” You add while smiling.

“We had a blast, thank you for all of the amazing tweets.”

“And don’t forget to tune in every sunday for a new episode of ‘House of the Dragon’ available on HBO.” You end, blowing some kisses to the camera as Matt waves his hand.

The video ends with Matt whispering something inaudible to your ears, making you throw your head back in laughter as the video fades to black.

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username1: oh to be in a healthy loving relationship like theirs…

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username2: hbo is sick and twisted… i’m making a subscription as we speak btw

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username3: can they adopt me?????

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username4: me too pls

username5: they look so caring😭

username7: i’m so excited to see them in action, the trailers already look amazing

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username8: my favourite milf and dilf

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username10: shh i wanna see them slay without wanting to cry

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[finelinevogue]

I might be a little late, but for blurb requests I’d love to see Harry and YN backstage either before or after the ONO show(s)!!!

anon: I would love blurbs about each of the one night only shows!!

anon: i feel like HH y/n meeting fans outside the ONO place and just the interactions would be adorable bonus if she meets Brittany Broski

what you guys want you guys get...

oh and also warning on smut ;)

May 20th 2022

“Harry!” You sang his name, holding the camera up at him whilst he was practicing on stage.

It was One Night Only in NYC tonight and the buzz around the crew and the band was electric. This was going to be the night that started everything. It was the night where Harry would finally get to hear his favourite songs being sang back to him.

He was currently on stage, holding his guitar as he readied himself to rehearse his new songs. He was dressed in a tight top and baggy trousers and honestly he’d never looked better. He was dressing above the nines for this era and you had to thank Lambert for that.

He turned to you and smiled.

“Hey love.” He continued to strum on his guitar as we walked over to you.

When he reached you, you moved your arm out to the side and pointed the camera towards the side of you face so you could capture the moment that Harry softly kissed your lips. You hummed in delight as his perfect lips got a taste of yours. He tasted like the mint chewing gum he was no doubt still chewing.

“Tell the vlog how excited you are for tonight.” You directed him to look towards the camera.

“Hi!” He gave a cute little wave and dimpled smile, but you could tell that he was putting on a slight front because he reserved his happiest moments for you, “I hope you are all loving the album and I can’t wait to see you all tomorrow night. Please come with the intention of lots of dancing and singing. I am very excited to get to play this album for you, because I wouldn’t be doing this without a single one of you.” He kissed the camera lens before moving back.

You turned your camera off then, feeling like you got a good amount of footage from his on stage preparation. 

“Y’look really good right now y’know?” You told him.

“Do I now?” He smirked, staying close to you but couldn’t be infinitely close due to his guitar strapped around his neck.

“You know y’do.” You rolled your eyes.

Reaching your hands up, you undid the little clip he had in his hair and his hair fell down everywhere. It was a mess and slightly greasy, but you knew he was waiting for his pre-show shower. You gathered his hair back, drawing the little pieces of hair that had escaped last time, and put his hair back in the little clip.

“Thank you, baby.” He smiled and leant down to kiss you again. 

“H! As much as I know you love your wife we really need to rehearse.” Jeff shouted, standing next to Molly and some of the sound guys. 

“Duty calls.” 

“If you need me, you’ll find me hanging out with Brittany.” 

“I can’t wait to surprise her later.” Harry laughed.

“She’s going to faint, I fear.” You said, before walking off and leaving Harry laughing on the stage. 

He had set up this Instagram takeover with Brittany because he knew how much of a huge fan she is of him. There was no denying that Brittany basically ran the Harry Styles promotion agenda on TikTok, seeing as you didn’t have it. Brittany deserved to meet your Harry and you were so excited to meet her too, what with being such a huge fan.

You walked outside of the venue, with one of Harry’s security guards like he’d politely asked you to, and went in search of Brittany. You’d been viewing the HSHQ stories and knew that she was interviewing fans in the line. 

“OMG Y/N!” A girl screamed and then a lot of other girls screamed too. Your hands clammed up a bit over the large uproar and you had a brief moment of panic, before realising they were on the other side of a barricade so wouldn’t swarm you.

“Hi! You look amazing!” You complimented them, due to one of the girls wearing a recreation of the outfit that Harry had worn for Coachella night 2.

“So do you!” They complimented back and you had to suppress a laugh because you weren’t even in your evening dress yet. You were still in jeans and a Bode jumper that was Harry’s. Harry would argue that you looked beautiful right now, so you blushed and smiled at them instead.

“Is it okay if I film us for my vlog?” You took out your camera.

“Yes!” “OMG please!” “Stop it right now!” Were a few of the voices from the chorus of shouts urging you to record them for your vlog, probably because they knew that Harry watched your vlogs and ergo Harry would see them.

You held out your camera almost selfie style and tried to fit as many of them in the frame as possible. There was some minor shuffling and pushing, but nothing too out of control.

“Are you excited for tonight then?” You asked.

“We just want to be in and watching him already.”

“Yeah, like we’ve never seen him before so we’re struggling to believe that he’s even real.” They made you laugh.

“He’s real. I can assure you, but I do understand what you mean too. What are your guys’ favourite songs?” You were curious and Harry would be too.

“Definitely Matilda.” One of them said and it made your heart burst a little bit.

It was crazy that somebody’s favourite song was based off your childhood trauma, but you didn’t see it in a bad way. You thought Harry was special to have written a song so deep and meaningful to him through you. Matilda was a song that could be for anyone, yet it was only you and Harry that knew how much gravity the song truly held to you both. 

“That’s like the saddest one!” You laughed, but also agreeing with them silently.

“He’s just so real and raw in it. I can’t even explain how bad I love it.” They looked like they were about to cry.

“Oh, honey. It’s okay. You’re okay.” 

You didn’t know whether this song meant the same thing them as it meant to you so you leant in to give them a hug. You always wished you had had someone to hug you in your darkest moments, so hearing that maybe this fan felt the same way made you just want to hug their pain away. The security guard stood a little closer to you, but didn’t feel like this would be the time to interrupt. 

“Thank you.” They said with a teary voice.

“I promise you H loves you so much, okay? And he’d want you to be happy tonight. Let’s smile and have fun and then cry later.” You said to all of them.

After saying your goodbyes and hugging few more of them, you went off in search of Brittany again. You wandered through the car park, admiring the chalk written on the floor, whilst keeping your head down to avoid a rush of fans towards you. 

Eventually you found Brittany at the end of the carpark with a bunch of fans that  clearly didn’t have tickets. You handed your camera to the security camera, who had filmed for you many times before, and instructed him to film you and this group of people.

As you were walking towards them, the fans started screaming and what made you even more surprised was Brittany started screaming too. You walked to her first and gave her a huge squeeze. 

“I was starting to believe you weren’t real with how like perfect you and your life is.” 

That was something that always stumped you, that just because you were dating a famous person that it automatically meant that your life was perfect. It was a weird social complex and it definitely wasn’t true. You and Harry had some horrible arguments sometimes and then it wasn’t like your childhood trauma stayed hidden in the closet all the time. You were a emotionally challenged individual, so it sometimes made you feel a bit misunderstood when people brushed that off.

You laughed anyways because that was just a personal thought. “So lovely to meet you!” You hugged her tightly, before letting go.

“You’re literally gorgeous too!” Brittany continued to compliment you.

“Says you! You look amazing and this outfit.. I mean I’m so jealous.” 

“Yeah but you get to wear Harry’s clothes so, who’s really the jealous one? It’s me. It’s definitely me.” She joked.

You had a bit more of a conversation with her about what she was doing and where management had told her to go next. First, though, you thought you’d surprise these fans. Harry had given you the green light to do this when you’d asked him.

“How are you all doing? Are y’not cold?” You asked, seeing some of the girls were only wearing vest t-shirts and tiny skirts and it wasn’t exactly summer weather yet.

“We’re good. Just thought we’d come and join in with the activities in the car park.” One of them said.

“So none of you have tickets?” You questioned, furrowing your eyebrows at how dedicated they were and yet they still don’t get to see him. 

“We tried but it was so difficult.”

“Yeah and then the resales were crazy expensive.” 

“We’re just happy to get experience some of it though.” One of them said and the others nodded and agreed. That’s when you decided to step in with your surprise.

“Do you guys want to go to ONO?” You asked and they looked at you in confusion, as if they weren’t sure what you were asking and whether you were just teasing. You pulled out several tickets from your back pocket then. “’Cause I have spare tickets if you guys want to go?”

That’s when they started crying.

One girl literally crouched down because their legs wouldn’t hold them up. Another girl turned to their friend and hugged them whilst they cried together. Some of the parents even looked teary eyed as they got to see their daughters live out their dreams. 

“Are you serious?” One of them asked through their tears.

“Yeah. If you wanna go, they’re yours.” You handed a ticket to the girl and helped them off the floor to give them a hug. “It’s okay.” 

That was when you realised this was the second time you were giving the ‘it’s okay’ speech today. It reminded you of how much Harry’s fans loved him and how important he was in some peoples lives. Not everyone would get this kind of opportunity, so you stayed with them for a little bit as you tried to navigate this happy and surprising situation with them. 

It was an hour later that you found Harry in his dressing room getting changed. 

He was halfway through getting ready. By the looks of things he had freshly gotten out of the shower and had put on his leather pants to start assembling his outfit. Normally he was left alone to get dressed and have a shower, before Harry Lambert would come and fix everything up to look perfect and his hair stylist would come and blow his hair into place. 

He looked up from where he was putting on deodorant, giving you a view of his ever-so-slightly- growing hairy armpits. He had had to shave them for the ‘As It Was’ music video, but now he wanted them to grow back.

“Hey bub, where’ve you been?” He asked, putting his deodorant down and stood waiting to listen to you.

“Meeting, hugging, consoling and gifting your fans.” You smiled, dropping your camera and phone on the counter.

“Consoling? Were they crying already?” Harry chuckled, opening his arms for you as you wandered over for a hug. He squeezed you tight when you reached him and the feeling of his warm chest against your cool cheek was comforting.

“Yeah they were talking about Matilda.” 

Harry pulled you back slightly so you could rest your chin on his chest to look up at him. You could see the concern in his eyes, knowing how much that song means to you and the heavy story that it carried with it.

“And how did they make you feel? When they were talking about it?” He asked, bringing a hand up to caress his thumb over your cheek. You leant into his palm before talking.

“Proud that I’m still here and got to hug someone that might’ve been feeling like me years ago.” You bit your lip to refrain yourself from getting upset.

Harry nodded his head and remained silent, until he leant down a bit closer towards you and your lips.

“I have never been more proud to love someone as much as I love you.”

“Harry don’t...” You warned him, feeling the tears burn up in your eyes. He knows that you have a hard time taking compliments, but you had worked hard on it over the years. It’s only because you didn’t feel like crying right now that you wanted him to be quiet.

“No. You don’t. I get to be proud of m’wife and m’baby’s mum.” When he mentioned the last thing a tear slipped down your face. “I get to love you for being so strong. I get to tell you how I feel about this and you because I love you so fucking much.” 

You started crying then.

“I said don’t.” You laughed through your tears, moving your head to rest your forehead on his chest.

“And I don’t care.” You felt him kiss the top of your head. He left a few kisses actually. “Hey, look at me.”

You lifted your head back up and didn’t even have a moment to comprehend what he was doing before his lips were on yours. He pushed himself into you, closer than before. He kissed and kissed until he knew your lips would be raw. He moved his tongue across your lips and tasted your cherry lipstick, before moving back and having a look at his work.

“Shut me up again?” You joked, giving him a kiss on his scruff filled chin.

“I have another way to shut you up.”

He sat himself down on the couch and manspread his legs, smirking as you watched him undo the buttons on his pants. 

You bit your lip as your knelt on the floor. Your hands ran along his thighs, over his leather trousers, from his knees to area of skin exposed just above his trousers. You looked up at him before you planted a kiss to his already heaving chest. It was always flattering to know that you turned him on this quickly.

You moved his hands out of the way and carried on unbuttoning the pants. Once they were undone he moved his hips up for you to take them down. You were expecting to have to pull down a pair of boxers too, but when his length sprang out it seemed he was going commando.

He was already hard, pre-cum leaking from his tip as his cock pressed against his toned abs. He looked at you with so much hunger it was intoxicating. You gave him one final look in his eyes before dipping your head down.

You took him in your hand, softly kissing his length from the bottom to the top. You trailed your tongue down the length on your way back down. He groaned at every detail of contact. He was absolutely gone for you. Weak as a piece of paper holding a door open.

“Fucking hell.” He groaned, grabbing the back of your head and pushing you to take him in your mouth. 

You rushed to get there first, inhaling as his length travelled through your mouth and hit the back of your throat. He held you in place, your nose touching his chest with him fully inside of you. You couldn’t breathe, but in the best way possible. You tapped his thigh when you needed air, Harry moving his hands away and letting you breathe again. Your eyes were watery red, but for a different reason now, and your lips were covered in a mix of saliva and his cum. 

You moved your hands up and down his length, only taking the tip in your mouth this time. You swirled your tongue around it and moved your hands quicker. 

Harry’s breathing became more and more laboured as he whined out praises to you. You couldn’t get over how good he tasted and how much better he felt sliding in and out of your mouth. He pushed your head back down and you took him all again, feeling every vein and bump his cock had to offer. You gagged and he nearly pulled back, but you took control and showed him you were okay by taking more. You let your tongue lick him as he hit the back of your throat again.

“God Y/N. Only you.” He mumbled, using his other hand to hold onto your hair. 

You didn’t need to tap a second time because Harry came down the back of your throat before you needed another breath. You took him all, feeling his cock pump every last drop down for you to taste. 

After he had finished, he let your head up and you giggled at how fun that was. You licked your lips to not waste any of his release. It was you who stood up and went to the small bathroom to retrieve a wet wash cloth. 

You helped him clean himself up, before tucking him back into his trousers. He patted his thigh for you to come sit down on and you were instantly straddling him. Your hands went around his neck and fiddled with the hairs on the back of his neck, whilst his found home around your waist. 

“That was a good way to shut me up.”

“Yeah? Y’liked that?” He teased, pinching your sides.

“Mhm.”

“I’ll love on you later. Promise.” He pouted his lips and you leant down to meet them, giving him a loving kiss.

“Oh. I’m expecting you too.”

Before you could mess around any more, Harry Lambert walked through the door. He sighed and made an exhausted noise and held the door open for a few more stylists to walk through.

“God you two.” Harry Lambert groaned.

“What?” Harry laughed, keeping you close to his chest as if it would somehow protect you.

“You’re too in love.” He mumbled, before directing people on where to set up.

“We’re not too in love, are we?” Harry quietly asked you.

You kissed him softly.

“How can we be, when I love you more today than I did yesterday?” 

[suntaeshine]

lemmie get uhhhhhhhhh one post-performance backstage soobin smut plsssssssss

dis my bestie go bestie apparently requests are now a drive through service love that energy

Stress Relief

Choi Soobin x Reader

Smut, 18+ MINORS DNI

word count: 1.3k

warnings!: angy soobin, wall sex, kai is a little shit and soobin is Done,

Kai was close to getting choked.

Soobin was close to banging his head against the wall.

Kai, his sweet little maknae, was clingy, tired, emotional, and overall such a handful that Soobin was contemplating locking him in a backstage room before the concert.

"Hyung! Hyung!" Kai calls, voice getting higher and higher with every word.

"Can you go annoy Beomgyu?" 

"But, hyung~" 

It was like taking care of a toddler and Soobin absolutely blames Yeonjun for waking Kai up from his nap earlier this afternoon.

As the door opened, you walked into the room alongside some of the makeup crew. You usually hung around them to not be suspicious- something like the makeup caddy. It helped, of course, that your best friend was the lead artist and always kept you company.

Oh, thank God. Soobin was going to cry in your lap and beg you to get Kai under control- he actually listened to you.

As you help get the cases of makeup, hair supplies, and tools to fix up TXT's faces, Soobin gets closer and closer with each second. Once he was sure there were no cameras, he clings around your waist from behind, making your friend laugh.

"Can I help you?" you question.

"Tell Kai to stop acting like a toddler."

"You're the one wrapped around me like a baby," you tease, turning in his hold.

You ruffle his hair, figuring he was about to get it made up for the show anyway.

A call for the boys to gather makes all five head to separate areas (Kai being tug-of-war'd by Yeonjun and Soobin to sit down).

You were sure to give Soobin his kiss of good luck before and after finishing his makeup then sent him on his way to the stage.

The performance didn’t help. Soobin’s voice cracked a few times and he messed up some of the choreography. Him. Soobin. The leader of this group. His pride and confidence went down the drain. He was the leader and he was screwing up- what kind of picture would people get if the group’s leader was the one making mistakes?

The bathroom door slammed shut behind him and you jumped, turning around to look at him. You’d just praised him and congratulated him on the amazing show. He said nothing to you and told Taehyun to tell others that he had a makeup issue and dragged you to the bathroom.

“Baby, what is it?” you ask, reaching up to cup his cheek.

“Everything is going wrong. Everything is messed up. I messed up,” he rambles, closing his eyes.

“No, no.. Soobin, you did great out there and-”

“Don’t,” he pleads. “I just need to not think about it right now.”

“Okay..” you mumble.

You were about to ask him why standing in the bathroom made it so he didn’t have to think about the tiny mishaps when he grabbed the wrist of your hand on his cheek and tugged you closer.

“Clear my mind, love,” he whispers before gently kissing your neck under your ear.

“Soobin, we’re at work.”

“Concert is over. Work is over,” he mutters against your skin. “Can you please help me out?”

“You can’t wait until we get back to the hotel?”

“The guys will be there. This is our free time.”

You hated that you buckled so quickly.

“Be fast,” you warn.

Soobin grins cheekily, turning you around to face the wall.

“You’re so good to me, you know that?” he asks, flipping your skirt up.

“Okay, lover boy,” you tease, placing your forearms on the wall to stabilize yourself.

Soobin hums and you hear him unbuckle his belt.

“I mean it,” he insists. “Today has been shitty. But, you make it all better. You make all my days better.”

You blush, smiling to yourself. His words always had a way of sending your heart into a flutter.

He knows it, too. That’s the bad thing.

Soobin presses his chest against your back, lips connecting to your neck once more. His hand slides from your side to your front, gently squeezing your breast before massaging his way down. His fingers sneak into your underwear, pads of his fingertips finding that sweet little pearl tucked away between your lips.

“Soobin,” you gasp, closing your eyes and resting your head against your arm.

“My sweet baby,” he sighs happily, free hand gripping your waist to keep you in place.

He’s hardly done anything and you’re in shambles. It’s the small things he does that gets you riled up.

The way he whispers in your ear.

The way he knows all the right spots.

The way he talks to you, like you’re more than special to him.

The way his touch is enough to make you lose your mind.

He whispers more compliments in your ear until you’re whining, pushing his hand out of your underwear and spreading your legs wider.

“Already, baby?” he hums, lowering his boxers.

“Yeah,” you huff. “Come on. Want it now.”

“I’m the needy one right now. That’s not really fair,” he teases.

You don’t verbally reply. Instead, you reach behind yourself, pulling your underwear to the side to show him where you wanted his attention.

Soobin couldn’t help but relent. He needed this. He needed you.

With a grunt, he rubs the tip of his dick over your hole a few times, eyes rolling back in his head once he pushes into you.

Tension left his shoulders and he takes a long deep breath.

“You good?” he makes sure.

“I’m more than good. Please move,” you answer, ready to push yourself off the wall and onto him if he didn’t make a move now.

But, he was already ahead.

It’s a soft roll of his hips first. For a few minutes, he just pulls you back and forth on his dick, enjoying just being inside of you after such a hectic day.

“You still in there, hyung?” Kai asks, knocking on the door.

Fuck. Soobin bites his bottom lip in frustration. He really loved Kai but today was not the day.

“It’s just me!” you call, covering for Soobin.

“Oh.. Sorry, ___! Do you know where hyung went?”

“He mentioned-” you cough as Soobin snaps his dick deep in you.

“What?” Kai asks.

You clench your eyes shut, biting the inside of your jaw as Soobin’s speed picks up.

“Backup dancers!” you force out. “Thanking the back up dancers!”

“Okay, thank you!” Kai calls, moving away merrily without another thought or word.

“Soobin, I’m right there,” you caution, knees shaking.

Soobin hums, wrapping an arm around your waist and front. His other arm reaches down to your knee, pulling you up. You startle at the sudden movement, face planting into the wall as you tried to stay up on one leg.

“That’s it,” Soobin whispers to himself, grinding his hips into yours.

With your face pressed tightly against the wall, all you could do was jerk your bottom half to meet his.

“Coming,” you gasp.

“Go on, baby,” Soobin urges, tightening his grip to pound into you harder and faster.

Your words become null and void as you bite your lip, clench your teeth, and anything else to keep your noises down.

It’s like a warm sun washing over you that drenches you in freezing water- a back and forth feeling that leaves your head spinning as you cum on his dick.

“There’s my baby,” Soobin moans, slowing his pace to drag your orgasm out. “Look so pretty coming undone like this.”

You whimper, tiredly slumping against the wall.

“I’m almost there, love,” Soobin assures.

He pumps into you one more time, as deep as he could get. Slowly, he pulls out and the stimulation of your walls trying to keep him in while being covered in your cum makes him fall apart. He pulls out, cumming on your back.

There’s a pause of silence as you catch your breaths.

“Better?” you ask him.

“So, so..” he kisses your shoulder. “So much better.”

You scoff and he puts your foot back on the ground. You turn just as he’s stuffing his cock back in his pants.

“You’re lucky I love you,” you pester, wrapping your arms around his neck and tugging him down for a proper kiss on the lips.

“Beyond lucky, baby.”

[themaladpativedaydreamer]

Hi, this is my first time requesting something like this, could you please do a Henry Cavill X Chubby Male Reader?

The Male Reader is a renown Author, wetting from History books to Erotic Romance ones. He goes to a talk show (I’m thinking about the Graham Norton Show) to promote his new book “The Accidental Gentleman” (just a random name, it’s about a feared mafia boss who falls in love with a shy clumsy boy with a little “pretty woman” vibes). When the MR is introduced the people go crazy, especially Henry, who had been a fan of the MR for a long time, he even asks for an autograph. Throughout the interview the MR is really nerves and kinda shy, he doesn’t really like the attencion, Henry notices this and kinda makes sure the attention isn’t on the MR for too long (does it makes sense) or asks him about the book and his work, just to take away from the intimate question the audience/interviewer is asking.

There comes a point in the interview, where the interviewer asks the MR to acts one of the books scenes, and the MR (because of the audiences pressure) agree, the interviewer is like “who wants to play MR’s love interest?” (The mafia boss) and all celebrities present raise their hands (it’s cute, but makes Henry a little bit jealous, I would say that there are like 4 or 5 celebrities there). Henry is chosen (maybe by the audience and his kinda smug about it, all there wanted to do it with MR). The scene is, one where the boy (the chapter MR is playing) is seething on the Mafia Boss’ lap (Henry) and they are kissing and touching each other very intimately and with fire (?), needy for each other and making out, saying they love eachother over and over.

The MR gets on Henry Lap quite shyly (he is really shy with intimacy, even tho he writes Erotic Books XD) and they are playing their parts, earning them many whistles and things like that. When they kiss , Henry takes it one step further and peaks MR up (while kissing) and makes for the exit, just to had a little spicy to the atmosphere😜 After that, thought the interview, Henry Kinda flirts with the MR, just to see him blush, and people are loving. After the interview they are all over the internet. People are simping them so hard! “I Wish had a lover like that” *gif of MR straddling Henry’s lap* or “When daddy is gonna ruin his baby boy *gif of Henry with MR in his arms going for the exit” or “When Baby boy is impatient” gif of MR humping Henry tight while they kiss” (these are comments on twitter, instagram, they all over the place. People even create fan accounts and shit

When it’s all set and done, Henry shyly tries to ask male reader out, he is kinda afraid of the rejection, and I would love to see the media’s reaction to them getting together and their loving relationship.

If you don’t know what the Graham Norton show is here is a link: https://youtu.be/9gxC3mhjCEU

I’m so sorry if this is too long or specific. I’ve had this idea on my mind for so long, and I really wanted to see it happening, I’m more of a thinker, not a writer tho. I apologize for any inconvenience, and of course, you don’t have to do it!

Henry Cavill - Love Interest

A/N: I finally did it, I kinda messed it up closer to the end but I hope you still enjoy and like it. On a side note, thinking about opening my requests again. Thoughts?

Y/n stood nervously backstage as he was waiting for his cue to enter on the stage. He had been invited to a special of the Graham Norton Show, where he would share the stage with other celebrities. Y/n paced back and forth as he listened to the banter between Graham and guests with the occasional laughter from the audience. “Two minutes to stage Mr. L/N.” one of the crew members informed, as they started to lead Y/n to the spot where he was supposed to enter from.

Laughter could be heard before it calmed down, allowing Graham to start talking. “Now, we have a special guest with us today. His books are renowned for their elegant writing and fascinating plot and his latest release “The Accidental Gentlemen” is already on its way to becoming a bestseller. Please help welcome Mr. Y/n L/n to the stage!” Graham announced, causing loud and enthusiastic applause from the audience as well as a gentle applause from the celebrities seated in the infamous red chairs.

Y/n walked on stage, as the applause grew louder at his presence, he was momentarily blinded by the bright lights before his eyes adjusted allowing his vision to clear. Y/n had wiped his hands on his designer suit pants to dry the sweat before raising a hand shyly waving it to the audience as he walked over to Graham and the guests with blush coated cheeks accompanied by a wide smile.

He gave Graham a handshake, who gave him a smile in return, before moving the other celebrities. First was Harry Styles, who gave Y/n a kind handshake with a charming smile. Next was Tom Holland, who also gave him a firm handshake while whispering “Hello Love.” making Y/n’s blush redden a bit. He moved past the empty seat, knowing that was his spot, to Henry Cavill who stood up and gave the author a hug. Y/n felt the heat coming from Henry’s body and enjoyed the feeling of the British actor’s embrace. He was released and gave Henry a shy smile before moving to the last celebrity, who happened to be his best friend, Selena Gomez. She stood up and gave her friend a tight hug and a greeting before they shared a kiss on the cheek and took their seats. (I love Selena Gomez so I decided to include her.)

The applause died down while Y/n sat taking deep breaths as he used his hands to cool himself down. “Welcome Y/n! Thank you so much for being on the show.” Graham thanked. “Thank you for having me. I’m a little nervous but more excited.” Y/n nodded, remembering the sentence he rehearsed before coming on. “Oh, there’s no need to be nervous yet. I haven’t done anything yet.” Graham started, allowing room for laughter to enter from both the audience and the celebrities.

“And I think Henry is more excited than you. Look at him, he’s all giddy like a schoolboy who got a new bag.” Graham finished, as he gestured to Henry who laughed along with the audience. “I’m just a big fan of your books.” Henry admitted, causing an ‘ooh’ to erupt from the audience as fans of Henry or Y/n began to think of ship names between them all while hoping to get pictures for ship edits.

“Yes, that’s Henry’s way of saying ‘Can I get an autograph?’” Graham joked, as he continued to talk about different topics that some of the celebrities have been involved in. “So we’re going to move on to a segment called Audience’s Choice. The audience have tablets in front of them and they decide which Celebrity news we start with. Their options, are Tom and Henry’s superhero life, Harry and Selena’s from studios to screens, or Y/n’s latest erotic fiction: The Accidental Gentlemen. Let’s wait and see what the results are.”

After a moment the results were projected on the screen where they saw the option with the highest vote was The Accidental Gentlemen. “Y/n is our lucky pick. So Y/n, walk us through the book and where did the idea come from?” Graham asked, as the attention moved to Y/n, who gave an embarrassed smile while his fingers fidgeted against the hem of his blazer. “The idea came from a trend I noticed on Wattpad and I found it pretty interesting so I decided to give it a twist where the protagonist Leo is a boy and Keith, the mafia boss, is also a male.” he explained, stammering at parts of his sentence.

“And you never really gave the characters certain descriptions in terms of their physique, why is that?” Graham asked, leaning forward to show his intrigue. “Uhm, I didn’t know how to describe Leo or Keith in the best way possible so I left it open for people to decide how they should look.” Y/n nervously answered. “They do the same thing sometimes when they’re casting for a movie or show, so they can find an actor who could portray the role honestly and not rely on their physique to match the role.” Henry added, taking the attention away from Y/n, who gave Henry a small look of thanks.

“Well, we have a little game we would like to play. It’s called ‘Relive the Scene’ so basically we’re going to ask the audience which scene from the book they want to be reenacted and you guys will do that. So Y/n, I think you could play Leo but who should play Keith?” Graham questioned, before Y/n could reject his role in the game, Harry, Henry and Tom raised their hands offering to play Keith. This caused Graham and the audience to laugh as Y/n blushed at their eagerness. Henry subtly gritted his teeth upset that he would have competition to get close to Y/n.

“Selena, what do you think? Wouldn’t you like playing a mafia boss?” Graham asked the female celebrity, who belted a laugh and shook her head, “I don’t think I really fit the part, but I think Henry does. Don’t you guys think?” she said, pointing at Henry and directing the questions to the fans who all clapped at her suggestion. Graham looked at Henry who nodded and stood up and offered his hand to Y/n who took it and stood causing the audience to chant, “HenY/N!” (Their ship-name)

They directed their attention to the screen again, to see the audience voted for the ‘Fireplace scene’ and Graham directed Y/n and Henry to sit on the floor against the table, while facing the audience. Y/n moved to sit on Henry’s lap as he avoided the British actor’s infatuated gaze and Henry placed his hands on Y/n to hold him while also lightly caressing the author to reduce the nerves. “Action!” Graham commanded, dramatically.

“You could’ve gotten hurt today. You need to stop being so reckless.” Leo (Y/n) spoke in character, as he lifted his head off of Keith’ s(Henry) chest looking him in the eyes. “But I didn’t, I’m still here with you, my love.” Keith(Henry) comforted, with such emotion that made everyone that he loved Leo (Y/n) who’s heart began to race as his face etched closer toward Henry’s. “You’re lucky I love you.” Leo(Y/n) confessed, with a shy smile. “I love you too, darling.” Keith(Henry) smirked, before pressing his lips on Leo(Y/n) who was stunned for a moment before he started to kiss back. The audience howled as the flash coming from cell phones and behind them were fans who squealed at their ship.

Henry’s hands began to move as they tightened around Y/n’s waist as he stood up with Y/n in his arms and walked to the exit causing the celebrities and the audience to either shout louder or laugh at Henry’s antics. When they reached the backstage, Y/n removed his lips from Henry’s as he took a breath looking down before lifting his head to meet Henry’s blue/brown eyes looking down at him with a heartwarming smile. He and Y/n shared a small laugh before Y/n cleared his throat, alerting Henry of the fact that he was still carrying him.

Henry placed him down allowing Y/n to stand on his own feet. Henry scratched the back of his neck before speaking, “I’m sorry, I just figured that you would’ve wanted to get out of there.” he spoke, glancing at Y/n. “I should be thanking you. For doing the scene and getting me here.” Y/n thanked him with a soft smile. “Getting a chance to kiss you, I’m the lucky one.” Henry smiled, as he and Y/n began walking back to their dressing rooms.

“I know that this is a bit abrupt and out of the blue but do you want to get dinner with me tonight? Maybe get to know each other more before we finish what we started on stage?” Henry offered, hoping the author would agree. “I would love that, Henry.” Y/n blushed, looking at his feet before looking up and nodding at the British actor. Henry’s heart filled with joy as he placed a kiss on Y/n’s cheek before moving to his room, excitedly planning the afternoon ahead.

Y/n entered his room and shut the door behind him, leaning against the door he took a breath trying to calm himself down from the high. His attention went to his phone where he saw he was being tagged in posts by instagram accounts, all having different variations of his and Henry’s name.

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HenY/nsupremacy: Two kings kissed on Graham Norton show, our ship coming together faster than we thought😍😍

henrycavill'slover: Yayyy, our gay power couple!!

hatesHenrycavill: Now, he's fag too another reason that Henry sucks. Y/n can honestly do better!😒😠

Y/nshouseofbooks: They're perfect together! 💖

henrycavillstan: we don't even know if they're dating.

realhenrycavill96: I got myself a date tonight with a beautiful author. 💓

y/nlover12: Is he going on a date with Y/n!?!?!😱

[storiesforallfandoms]

going solo ~ harry styles

word count: 1210

request?: yes!

@feckoffyouspookybitch “Hi can i please request backstage of harry’s first solo concert and the reader comforts him because he’s really nervous? And maybe some celebratory smut with some praise at the end. Thank you” ​

description: in which she supports him during his first ever solo show

pairing: harry styles x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

The stadium was packed with cheering fans. They had been planning this tour for months and had been rehearsing for just as long. It was a big night, and the headliner was MIA.

The crew were rushing around backstage, desperately searching for Harry. You overheard his manager telling the stagehand that they had checked the green room, the bathroom, the entire backstage area, and even the tour bus.

“He’s just...gone!” he was saying. “He’s on in 20 minutes and we don’t have anything done for him!”

When you were sure no one was paying attention to you, you slipped out from the backstage area to outside the arena. You walked around the side of the building, which was too far away from where the tour bus was parked for anyone to think to look there.

As you expected, there was your curly haired boyfriend, stood by himself in the dimly lit alleyway.

“Hey,” you said.

He looked up and smiled at you. “Hey. I figured you’d be out here eventually.”

“I knew you’d go somewhere that no one would think to find you,” you said. “Are you okay?”

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you against him. He sighed and rested his chin on your head. You decided not to push it any further until he was ready.

Of course he had to be nervous. This was his first ever solo show. Up until this point in his career, he had three to four other people to help him get through the show. Tonight would be the first night that it was just him, the first night of many. After this night he would be fine, you knew that, but he had to get through this first night first, and so far that seemed to be a hard task.

“You sounded really good during soundcheck this morning,” you told him, hoping it would help build up his confidence a little.

“Thank you,” he said, “but I don’t think compliments are going to help right now.”

“Can’t say I didn’t try.”

Harry chuckled and buried his nose in your hair. “Can I just take you out on stage with me? You calm me.”

“Oh, that’s a big no. Not happening, bud.” You both laughed together as Harry’s grip on you tightened a little. “You’re going to be great, I know you will. It’s not that much different than being without the guys, except you’re the one singing the whole time, which you love to do anyways!”

“But that’s the thing, what if they don’t like me when I’m singing by myself? What if they’d prefer my voice with other voices, or not to hear my voice for that long?”

You pulled away to look up at him, taking his face in your hands. “Listen to me, Styles, if those people didn’t want to hear your voice for like two hours straight, they wouldn’t have bought tickets to this show. They’ve probably already streamed your album, which is what you’re going to play for them tonight anyways. You’re going to blow them all away, and you’re going to keep doing that for the entire tour, because you are the best rock star.”

Harry smiled at you and leaned down to kiss your nose. “What did I do to deserve such an amazing person like you in my life?”

You smiled back at him. “You’re pretty amazing yourself. Now, let’s get you back inside, shall we? Your manager is freaking out in there, he may have had an aneurysm by now.”

Harry winced, but agreed anyways. You took his hand and led him back into the building and to the backstage area. It was still absolute chaos with everyone looking for him. You could feel him tense up the moment he entered, but you reassuringly squeezed his hand.

“I found him!” you announced.

You were both basically swarmed then. The crew was hurriedly trying to get Harry set up to go on stage while his manager questioned him as to where he was.

“I...I was just - ” he stuttered, looking to you for help.

“Tour bus bathroom,” you responded. “Pre-show nerves and he wanted some privacy.”

You could see that Harry wasn’t entirely happy about that story, but it was better than anything you could’ve come up with.

“But we checked...you know what, never mind. You’re almost late to take the stage, let’s just get you out there.”

Before they could pull him away, you quickly kissed him on the cheek and said, “Break a leg.”

He smiled at you before being rushed off towards the stage.

You watched the show from the VIP section. If you hadn’t known how nervous Harry was, you never would’ve been able to tell by his performance. The minute he took the stage he owned it. He gave the show his all and performed as if he had been doing it solo his whole life.

And the crowd loved it! They sang along to every song, they danced, they cheered. So many of them had signs proclaiming their love for Harry, using his lyrics to write little inside jokes between them and him. It was exactly as you thought it would be, and you knew this was what Harry needed to see to give him the confidence to keep going with the tour.

When the show ended and the lights came back up, you could feel the post-concert buzz from all the fans. They were excitedly talking among themselves as they made for the exit. You weren’t close enough to anyone to really hear any conversations, but you could hear the number of comments saying that it was the best show they had all been to.

You went backstage to see Harry already celebrating by hugging the crew and his backing band, and that his manager was already opening a bottle of champagne for everyone to share.

When he saw you, Harry exclaimed in excitement, “There’s my girl!”

He pushed through the crowd of people to get to you, picking you up in his arms and placing a passionate kiss against your lips.

“I wouldn’t have done tonight without you,” he said.

“Oh, I don’t know if I can take that much credit,” you teased, “but I definitely will anyways.”

“I’m serious. I don’t think I would’ve been able to do it if I didn’t have you here to talk me through that nervousness I had. I am so extremely grateful to have you here.”

You smiled down at him and pulled him back for another kiss. His post-show adrenaline was starting to turn into something more, as it usually did, and you knew the two of you could not be in this public backstage are for much longer.

Harry set you back down to your feet and turned to everyone. “I think I’m going to go back to my hotel room and get a quick shower to freshen up before the after party. Don’t wait up for me to start the fun.”

Everyone shrugged and started taking a glass of champagne to start their night of fun. While they were distracted, Harry took hold of your hand and whisked you away, starting your own night of fun off in a much different way.

[yournameoneverypage]

When You're Ready

Reader request: Shawn Mendes x (y/n). "Shawn is on tour and invites the reader to the show so he can ask her to be his girlfriend and he sings When You're Ready, but Camila shows up and the reader is convinced that it's for C and not for her."

Word Count: ~3.7

Notes: Mostly fluff with brief moments of angst, and a smut ending.

Warnings: NSFW

~ * ~

(Y/n) stood at baggage claim at LAX, waiting for her blush-colored suitcase to roll by on the carousel. She was going to be in California for almost a week. Why? Well, her best friend was Shawn Mendes and he was currently on tour. He was missing her something fierce, he had said, and he wanted her to come see him.

Shawn had two sold out shows, consecutive nights, at the Staples Center followed by a show in San Francisco three days later, so why not make a week of it? His idea, but the second he mentioned it she was on board. She’d figure it out, find a way to make it work.

Any time she got to spend with him was both treasured and torturous. But she would go through the pain and heartache over and over again if it meant nearly a week with her most favorite person.

See, the thing was, (y/n) had been in love with Shawn for nearly as long as she had known him.

~ * ~

After retrieving her bag, (y/n) went in search of her driver. Shawn had said he or she would be holding a sign with her name on it. Shawn had a few interviews to do that morning, so (y/n) would be taken to his hotel to wait for him to finish, and then they’d have the entire afternoon and evening to spend together.

Aside from the aforementioned interviews, this was a day off for Shawn and he wanted to make the most of it because the Staples Center shows were the following two nights, and there wouldn’t be much down time during the days with soundchecks, meet and greets, and Q&As before showtime. Fortunately they would have more time to spend together between LA and San Francisco.

(Y/n) located her driver, who smiled brightly and introduced himself as John. He took her bag and engaged her in friendly chatter as he led her toward an idling Range Rover.

Who left a vehicle like this idling curbside at the airport?

John opened the rear passenger door for her with a knowing grin. (Y/n) started to climb in before she even noticed him.

“Shawn!” She almost tipped over into his lap reaching across the seat to hug him.

“Surprise, babe!” he chuckled into her ear.

“You’re here!”

“I’m sorry I didn’t collect you myself, but as much as I love my fans, I didn’t want to get stuck here for a half an hour taking selfies.”

“I thought you were in interviews all morning.”

“I was. I was hoping to come with John to pick you up, but I honestly didn’t know how long all the interviews were going to take so I didn’t want you to be disappointed if I said I would be here but then wasn’t.”

He was always so thoughtful; it was one of the many, many things (y/n) loved about him. She linked her hand with his between them, squeezed, and smiled. “I missed you.”

With a grin, he leaned over and kissed her forehead. “Missed you, too. So much. I’m so happy you’re here,” he breathed.

~ * ~

The day flew by way too quickly.

Once Shawn got (y/n) checked in and settled at the hotel, in a room that adjoined his, they grabbed lunch at one of Shawn’s favorite places.

It was (y/n)’s first ever visit to Los Angeles. Shawn had asked her if there were any specific things that were on her must do/see list, and he’d take care of everything.

They visited the Griffith Observatory, and strolled down the Hollywood Walk of Fame.

(Y/n) thought, and Shawn agreed, that too much attention might be drawn to them if he was spotted along Venice Beach or the Santa Monica Pier, as he had already been approached a few times during their activities earlier in the day. (Y/n) had been understanding and supportive of him spending a few minutes chatting with his fans and taking photos. She actually took a few of the photos herself.

Another day, he promised.

Instead, they spent a good part of the late afternoon and early evening at the Getty Center Museum.

They had dinner in Little Tokyo, followed by drinks at a tiki bar. Only one for (y/n) because she was a lightweight and tiki drinks were known to be quite strong. Shawn stopped after two, as he had a full day the next day and didn’t want to risk waking up with a hangover.

Back at the hotel, freshly showered, in pajamas, and in Shawn’s room, stretched out on his king-sized bed, Shawn and (y/n) ordered something from room service to share.

Even though they had chosen a movie to watch, they were too busy talking and laughing to pay much attention to the television.

~ * ~

Staples Center, Day One, had (y/n) immersed in the thick of things with Shawn, his band, and his crew. She knew only a few of them and was introduced to many more. Her laminated pass was the same as what everyone else had, giving her access to anything and anywhere she wished.

She soaked up as much as possible.

Shawn didn’t always attend soundcheck with his band, but for (y/n) he definitely wanted to be there so she could fully experience it. She stayed backstage, chatting with Shawn’s people while he did his meet and greet photos. She sat in on his Q&A session but stayed unobtrusively toward the back of the room. She could talk to him whenever she wanted; this was his fans’ time with him.

The concert was unbelievable, as (y/n) knew it would be. Shawn always left his heart and gratitude on stage.

That night they were in (y/n)’s room, she on one of the doubles, Shawn in the other. He was still a little high on adrenaline, asking her how she enjoyed the day, and especially how she enjoyed the show.

She knew it wouldn’t be long before he completely crashed out. When he did, he was still in her room.

~ * ~

Staples Center, Day Two, was much the same, although they started the day with Shawn dragging (y/n) to the gym to work out with him. They also skipped soundcheck to get lost together in the backstage corridors.

The closer it came to showtime, the more anxious Shawn seemed to get. He had a different vibe about him than he had the night before.

While eating dinner, (y/n) asked him if everything was alright. He assured her everything was amazing; it just felt like something big was about to happen and he hoped it would turn out to be a good kind of big.

~ * ~

Again, the show was absolutely incredible, although after the song he normally ended with, before acknowledging his band and going into the encore, he tried to quiet the deafening audience with a finger pressed against his lips.

Of course, it was futile. He just laughed, somewhat nervously, and said, “This song is for someone very special to me. Someone who is here tonight. I want her to know how I feel about her...”

That seemed to get everyone’s attention.

Shawn found (y/n) in the audience, met her eyes, and smiled adoringly.

Maybe I had too many drinks But that's just what I needed I hope that you don't think that what I'm saying sounds conceited When I look across the room, and you're staring right back at me Like somebody told a joke and we're the only ones laughin'

(Y/n)’s heart started thumping. He couldn’t be singing this for her, could he...? He had never expressed any interest in her as more than a friend. Had he?

Don't know why I tried 'Cause ain't nobody like you Familiar disappointment every single time I do Every single night my arms are not around you My mind's still wrapped around you

A couple of girls beside (y/n) bent their heads together and pointed to something or someone standing to the side of the stage. Shawn seemed to notice, as she had, and looked toward the side stage.

She followed his line of vision to see Camila standing there, beaming brightly. She put her fingertips to her lips and blew him a big kiss.

(Y/n) didn’t notice, over the dizzying blood rush in her head, that Shawn seemed to stumble a little through the chorus.

Baby, tell me when you're ready I'm waitin' Baby, any time you're ready I'm waitin'

Even ten years from now If you haven't found somebody I promise, I'll be around Tell me when you're ready I'm waitin'

He glanced once more toward Camila, but just as quickly his smile settled again in (y/n)’s direction. His voice steadied and grew stronger.

What if my dad is right When he says that you're the one No, I can't even argue I won't even fight him on it Call you when it's late And I know that you're in bed 'Cause I'm three hours back Seems like you're always six ahead

(Y/n) smiled back, although it seemed more reflexive than genuine, as her heart was currently crumbling to pieces. She tried her hardest to be happy for her best friend and the woman he was currently confessing his feelings for, on stage, in front of everyone.

Don't know why I tried 'Cause ain't nobody like you Familiar disappointment every single time I do Every single night my arms are not around you My mind's still wrapped around you

Baby, tell me when you're ready I'm waitin' Baby, any time you're ready I'm waitin'

Even ten years from now If you haven't found somebody I promise, I'll be around Tell me when you're ready I'm waitin', yeah

And if I have to, I'll wait forever Say the word and I'll change my plans Yeah, you know that we fit together I know your heart like the back of my hand...

Before the song ended, overwhelmed, unable to continue her façade, (y/n) had slipped from the crowd and backstage.

She wasn’t sure where to go once she was backstage. She was fighting back tears, so her vision was blurry, but she didn’t want to stop to ask anyone how to get out of the venue because they might ask why she was crying and then it would all turn into one big mess.

A voice from behind her asked, “You’re Shawn’s friend, right? Are you looking for his dressing room?” Was she? Would she be able to face him after his encore and bows?

“Yes, please,” she found herself answering.

“End of the corridor, turn right, first door on the left.”

(Y/n) nodded her thanks and began to follow the directions she was given. She wasn’t sure if it would be the first or last place anyone would be looking for her.

~ * ~

Shawn burst into his dressing room, out of breath from the end of his show and running around looking for (y/n). Incredibly relieved to see her, he gasped, “Are you okay? What happened?? You just disappeared!”

“I’m sorry. I just needed a few minutes.”

“In the middle of the most important song of the night?”

Her voice cracked. “I said I was sorry.” And she was. She should have stayed till the end. “I was caught off guard.”

“Oh no, babe. Shit! I’m sorry, (y/n). I overwhelmed you, didn’t I? I shouldn’t have made it so public. It should have been a private conversation. Forgive me?” he whispered.

“Of course. You’re my best friend and I’m happy for you,” she smiled softly, truly. And she was. His happiness meant more to her than anything else. It was just going to take some time to refortify her heart. “I wish you and Camila the best.”

“Camila?” Little wrinkles formed between his eyebrows. “What are you talking about?”

“What do you mean, what am I talking about?” she puffed.

Suddenly Shawn started laughing.

(Y/n) placed her hands in the center of his chest and pushed him away, unamused.

He caught her wrists and pulled her to him. “I wasn’t singing that song for her.” He placed her hands over his heart and covered them with his own. “I was singing it for you, my beautiful, clueless, wonderful, precious love.”

“What?” she exhaled.

“I finished singing and looked for your eyes, only to find you gone.”

“I don’t understand,” she whispered.

“I was going to ask you to be my girlfriend. Not Camila. You, (y/n). In front of the entire Staples Center audience. Why did you think I wanted Camila?”

“You kept looking at her side stage.”

“I glanced at her twice,” he contended, lightheartedly. “I was surprised. I didn’t expect her to be here tonight. It’s true that she recently told me she has deeper feelings for me-”

“And you have always had feelings for her.”

“I had feelings for her. Past tense. Before I met you. Are you really arguing with me about how I feel about you?” he smirked.

“But you didn’t sing that song last night, when Camila wasn’t here.”

“You are!” he laughed again.

“Stop laughing!” she exclaimed, unable to stop herself from giggling, her heart blooming with hope. She then whispered, “Did you really mean it?”

“Oh, darling...

“If I had professed my feelings last night and you had turned me down, I don’t think I would have been able to get through tonight. Telling you tonight, when there were three days before San Francisco, would have either given us time to disappear together for a few days, or would have given me time to sort myself out if you didn’t want me the way I want you.

“Please tell me you want me.”

(Y/n) wanted to scream, yes, I want you!, but instead she teased, trying to keep a straight face, “I don’t know. Any boyfriend of mine has to be a good kisser. Are you a good kisser?”

“I am a fantastic kisser,” he grinned. He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear and slid his hand to the nape of her neck.

“Prove it.”

His other hand circled her waist, fell against the small of her back. He leaned in, watched her eyelids flutter, then close, and gently guided her lips to his.

She had imagined this moment for so long but it was much more than she had ever expected. Thousands of thoughts were forced away to make room for one single idea. How could one kiss cause the world to fall away around her?

“Shawn,” she said, breathless, easing away.

“Still proving it,” he murmured. He softly licked at the seam of her lips, and when she responded he deepened their kiss. Her heart was pounding, and she was warm from head to toe. She felt his tongue meet hers and her entire body began to hum.

Their knees were weak when their lips separated.

Shawn touched his nose to hers. “Well...?”

“I will be more than happy to kiss you all night long, but only after you take a shower,” she giggled.

~ * ~

(Y/n) knocked on the adjoining door. She didn’t wait for a response before letting herself through.

Shawn was leaning against the dresser, partly sitting on it, phone to his ear, wearing nothing but baggy, cotton pajama pants. His chest and feet were bare. By his side of the conversation, (y/n) grasped that they were talking about the plan for the days leading up to San Francisco.

He held his hand out to her in invitation. His legs fell open and she automatically moved into the V they made. He ended his call, set his cell aside, and placed his large hands on her hips.

“So, about what you said... Something about kissing me all night long?”

She moved even closer to him. One of her hands curled around the back of his neck, the other tangled in his still damp curls. The roughened pads of his thumbs caressed the bare, soft skin just above the waistband of her pajama shorts.

She kissed him, tenderly at first, and then with growing intensity. He gently bit her top lip, sucked it, her teeth tugged on his lower lip. His kiss was determined and sent her head spinning. She began to tremble as she clung to him.

Shawn’s lips slowed and softened; he eased away and breathed, “I’ve already waited so long; we can take our time.” He slid his hands further up (y/n)’s sides, under her shirt. “We don’t have to rush into anything. I can wait for you.” She felt his thumbs brush either side of her breasts.

She started trailing tiny kisses from his chin up along his jawline before touching the tip of her tongue to the lobe of his ear. “I don’t want to wait,” she purred.

“Oh, thank God,” he groaned before again pressing hungry lips to hers.

She responded without hesitation.

Her hands trailed down his chest and to his sides, her fingers playing over the ripples of his stomach. She brushed her knuckles against the start of his arousal and his breath hitched, cupped him through thin cotton.

He arched his pelvis against the heat of her palm and she heard a low, rumbling moan from the back of his throat. He tangled a hand in her hair, tugged gently. He bit down on the skin of her clavicle, sucked, soothed it with his tongue.

She pulled away from his mouth. “Shawn!” she scolded, playfully, chuckled, “You’re going to leave a mark!”

“Good. Show everyone you’re mine. Mark you everywhere. But this,” he smirked, kissing the already purpling bloom, “will be the only one people can see.”

“Fuck,” she sighed. His claim on her made a shiver trickle up her spine.

“If you insist,” he grinned, smugly.

Feeling bold and sexy, she hooked a fingertip in the waistband of his pajama bottoms and starting walking backward. He stood to his full height and followed.

(Y/n) felt the backs of her legs hit the mattress. With fluid movement, she slid her shorts down, stepped out of them, and pulled her camisole up and over her head. She stood before him in small lace panties, breasts bare, nipples tight.

The way he looked upon her made her blood thrum, her body flush. He licked his lips, bit softly on the fuller, lower one.

His hand reached out and cupped one of her breasts. He gently tugged at her nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. Instinctively, her hand slipped between her legs, at her core, and she rubbed herself through the damp lace. His nostrils flared when he caught the scent of her arousal. He whimpered, her name falling like a prayer from his lips.

“I wanna see you,” (y/n) purred.

Obeying, oh so eagerly, Shawn pushed his pants down, over his ass, off, his cock bouncing free, filling, curling up toward his stomach right before her eyes. He wrapped thumb and forefinger around the base, his other fingers pressed flush against his scrotum.

“Been thinking about me like this?” he hummed.

Yes. God, yes. Maybe one day she would tell him just how much. It was her turn to lick her lips and bite the lower one.

They fell together onto the bed in a tangle of limbs and with a crash of lips. When they separated to catch their breath, (y/n) reached over to turn off the bedside lamp.

“Nuh-uh, Sugar,” Shawn rasped. “Waited too long for this.” Voice rough with desire he sang softly, “I wanna love you with the lights on, keep you up all night long... Darling, I wanna see every inch of you, I get lost in the way you move...”

She might have giggled if her panties weren’t being drawn down over her hips, if calloused fingertips hadn’t begun to dance along soft, hot, electrified skin, lips and tongue following.

He took a dusky, peaked nipple into his mouth. Her back arched, hands grasping at the sheets at her sides, and moaned softly. He sucked her other nipple into his mouth, tasting, humming.

“Shawn,” she whined, moving a hand to tangle it in his dark curls, tugging him away from her breasts.

“Tell me what you want, Love.”

“I want you. I need you,” she pleaded.

“What was that?”

“Fuck me, Shawn.”

“Mm... Since you asked so sweetly,” he smirked, stroking his cock. He rolled on a condom and moved to rest between her legs.

She reached between them, taking him in her hand, and he shuddered. She wanted to feel the moment he slid into her. He let her guide him. Their eyes met and held, bodies drew together, foreheads touched. She groaned with deep satisfaction into his mouth as she adjusted to his girth and length.

He wheezed, stilled as he bottomed out. She was so tight around him that if he began to move in that moment it would be over too soon.

“You okay there, Mendes?” she purred and imperceptibly tightened her legs around his waist.

“Oh God.” That tiny shift was almost too much. “You feel so good. Too good,” he mumbled. “I need a minute.” His arms on either side of her, holding his weight above her, he buried his lips in the crook of her neck, centered on the scent of her skin as he salvaged control.

One hand again tangled in in his hair, the other stroked the skin of his upper back.

“Okayokay,” he mumbled, and he began to rock into her, slow... rhythmic... deep.

She gasped when the pebbled nubs of her breasts brushed against his taut nipples. Her whimpers and groans mingled with his rumbles and moans. She was torn between closing her eyes and wanting to watch his face as warmth and pleasure coursed through her.

He wanted her to climax before him. Wanted to watch her fall apart beneath him.

He knew she was nearly there when she began to ripple on the bed like a wave on the sea. The tide came all the way up; he was caught in the rush. And then the knot at the root of his cock dissolved in fire and he was falling fast, craving the feel of her so close to him, unsure where he ended and she began.

( FIN )

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@theregoesmyherojd @benito-mi-vida @shawn-is-my-giant-jellybean @mendesblurb

[junowritings]

Hello! I just saw your Kalim x reader and my heart went boom!

Is there any chance that I can request a Neige Leblanche x Fem NRC student Reader?

*Where Neige falls for her quite literally and romanticly when she is setting up for VDC. But turns out his love is somewhat forbidden in a sense.*

please and thank you! Also, question! Have you seen Yuuekn for the twst manga? He's really cute in my opinion! Have a good day!

I’m so happy to hear that you liked that hun I had a lot of hun with it~! Also I feel like writing Neige on Vil’s birthday’s gonna get me cursed but it’s fiiiine~

Also HELL YEAH I’VE SEEN YUUKEN. That man threatened Crowley with a kendo stick what a legend I can’t wait for the next volume! --------

You were only supposed to oversee the others working as VDC was being set up, to go around checking on others progress and non-too-subtly marvel at all of the booths as they were being built and arranged in the appropriate locations. 

Admittedly, you were probably only allowed free reign so you didn’t get in the way of the performers as they got in some practice for the final show. If the sharp look Vil had given you when as he’d practically herded you out was anything to go by, making yourself scarce till things cooled down was your best course of action, so you’d taken to keeping track of the backstage team, if only to see all the work that went into making this long awaited event happen. 

It was just pure chance that one of the second years had caught you wandering between equipment and mistook you as part of the team. Before you knew it, he was handing you an imposingly large set of speakers and asking you to get them moved back to the stage, and perhaps if you’d been more firmer about refusing, then you wouldn’t have been scrambling towards the main area, weighty equipment in tow as you hauled them alongside you. 

Fortunately, the work you’d been dragged into suited you just fine; you’d worked a few backstage gigs during previous school events, thanks to the headmaster’s brilliant idea to leave professional work to a bunch of minimally trained students (seriously, what does Crowley even spend the event budget on?). Thankfully, you were well prepared, and it looked like the other ‘volunteers’ were grateful for the extra set of hands too, as before long you were being approached by some of the first year workers, asking for your advice or help because they weren’t sure what to do.

You’re overseeing one such first year as he sets up the wires for the overhead lights, peering over his shoulder from where he’s crouched and guiding him when needed. When he plugs in the last of the cords he turns to glance up at you, wordlessly seeking your approval.  

You grin and flash him a thumbs up. “Hey, great job. Told ya you could do it.”

At your response the student visibly relaxes, standing up and rolling off the stiffness from being stuck in such an awkward position for so long. He gives the lights a quick once over before shuffling back, releasing a sigh as he muses aloud. “Looks like that was the last of the tech setup; do you think we’ll be needed anywhere else?”

You give a noncommittal shrug. “Probably not; unless we’re needed down by the clubs I think they’re all set.” 

Honestly, the work’s pretty much done by this point, and you’re sure that sooner or later you’ll be getting a call from Rook letting you know it’s time to rejoin the group. You’ve got to admit, you’re looking forward to seeing all of the boys’ hard work pay off - you know they’ve been busting their butts to polish their routine and you’re sure their nerves are kicking in right about now.

Maybe you could bring them something back from the stalls? A good luck charm or something to snack on to ease their nerves a bit - you’re sure Ace and Kalim would appreciate some of those ‘pick-me-up’ treats from those food stands they’d been eyeing near the entrance...

Something catches your attention from the corner of your eye mid-musing, and you find yourself pausing as you cast your gaze towards the stage. There’s several people on stage, and you know at a glance that they’re not part of the crew - the pristine white and blue uniforms were a dead giveaway as is, but as you watch the small group move along the structure you freeze, eyes narrowing.

Are those...kids?

You can’t be certain, given that you’re pretty sure this is a students only event, however you’re transfixed on watching them chatter happily to one another as they point at the different decorations strung up all over the venue. There’s one boy among them that you notice, namely because he’s the tallest of the small, merry group; his smile is bright and gentle as he laughs along with his friends, guiding two of them by the hands so that the group doesn’t get separated. 

The sight is cute, no one can deny, and it's enough to tug a smile at the corner of your lips. The student beside you notices your silence and follows your gaze, gasping when he spots who you’re looking at.

“Wha-Neige is here already?!”

“Neige?” You look between the student and the boy, confused. 

Now where have you heard that name before…

Your eyes widen when you remember. Of course, Neige Leblanche! That guy you’d seen from those interviews! You remember how miffed Vil had gotten when at the sight of the soft spoken boy when they’d worked a shoot together, just about dragging you and Rook out with him before Neige had even finished his segment. Apparently they were rivals or something, but you’d never gotten the chance to ask before Vil had shut that conversation down the moment it started.

Remembering the tempered scowl on Vil’s otherwise pristine face brought a frown to your own. What was it about this guy that he’d hated so much? The more you watched Neige the more he seemed about as nice as you’d expect, regarding his friends with a soft smile that radiated nothing but warmth and kindness as they swarmed around him, all smiles and laughter. 

One of the boys tottered away from the group, wandering over to the edge of the stage to look down at the people still milling about. His fingers were wound into the scarf around his neck, pulling it up close to his face as he rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet, looking around with curious eyes. Eventually, he spotted you off to the side and you found yourself smiling as you offered a small wave.

The boy’s face brightened and he didn’t hesitate to return the gesture, waving back and letting go of his scarf long enough for you to see him smiling back at you. You chuckled a little at the sight, but the little moment doesn’t last long before his face suddenly scrunches up, discomfort crossing his face.

“A-Achoo!”

He sneezes violently enough that it completely knocks him off balance, and your face pales when you watch him start to topple off of the stage. People have wrecked their ankles just trying to jump from that height, so the moment you see him start to fall you’re running to catch him, arms stretching out before you’ve even reached him.

“Ah! Snick!”

Neige notices his friend beginning to tumble and crosses the stage before you get there, calling out the boy's name as a hand reaches out to grab the back of that peach scarf and uses the garment to pull him upright. You’d have been relieved if the momentum of yanking him back hadn’t sent Neige falling right off in his place, and now you’re running to catch a different boy as you watch him go over the edge.

Fortunately, the split second difference between him and Snick gives you enough time to reach him, and Neige lands in your open arms not a moment after you get there with a gasp at the force. Mentally congratulating yourself for the good catch, you look down at the boy nestled in your arms, who looks back up at you with a surprised expression.

His hair’s skewed, hat having landed somewhere in the fall as soft black strands fall over his face and brush against his lashes. He’s close enough that you’re pretty sure that you can hear his heart hammering in his chest, and his eyes are wide - you guess he’s still shaken from the tumble - but up close you can see just how striking they are, a deep brown easing into a honey color.

‘No wonder this guy’s an actor,’ you find yourself thinking. ‘He looks like he’s straight from a painting.’

You shake the thought away and focus on the moment, lips parting to ask. “Are you okay?”

For a beat, Neige blinks up at you, speechless before breaking from his apparent reverie with a start.

“O-Oh! Y-yes, thank you.” you watch a pink hue rise to his face, dusting across his cheeks as he brings  a hand to fix his collar, gaze never straying from your own.

Your expression softens at the response. How cute.

“Niege! Neige, are you okay?!”

A voice calls out, and you look up just in time to spot Neige’s gaggle of friends as they race down the stage stairs, moving to converge around you and the boy in your arms. The one who yelled - with silver hair and glasses - seems relieved when he sees Niege is unharmed, and Snick looks on the verge of tears as he shuffles to his friend’s side, bumbling apologies between sniffles.

Neige smiles and reaches out a hand to affectionately ruffle Snick’s hair. “It’s alright; I’m fine, everyone.”

The spectacled boy turns to you and bows. “Thank you so much for your help!”

You shuffle anxiously at the praise. “Ah, well, it’s no sweat, really - I’m glad I caught him in time! Heh…”

Both you and Neige sneak a look at one another, and as your eyes meet you become acutely aware of the fact that you’re still holding him to your chest. Masking your embarrassment with a cough, you loosen your grip enough for him to ease back onto his feet. He smooths out his sweater and you lean down to grab his hat, shaking it back into shape before moving to place it back onto his head. 

You don’t think twice about tucking some stray strands of hair behind his ear until he lets out a soft “Oh!” and you fluster, bringing your hands to your chest as he mirrors the motion.

“Thank you for catching me!” he hums, words sincere as he gives a little bow of his own.

“It’s no problem!” you give an idle wave, rubbing the back of your neck as you add. “Besides, the headmaster would have my head if another school’s student got hurt on our school grounds!”

Neige raises a brow at your words, but laughs along with you when you chuckle.

“So, you guys are entering VDC, right?” you venture a guess, changing the subject, and you watch the group nod in various degrees of agreement.

“Yes! I’m looking forward to seeing everyone perform!” Neige beams at the mention of the event. “Are you a member of the NRC team…?”

He trails off, realizing he doesn’t know your name; when you tell him, he repeats the name back to himself softly, as though making sure to remember it.

“As for me? I’m not on their team, well, technically.” you find yourself hesitating for a moment. “I’m more of a manager, cheering on the team and helping out with set-up. Though, Vil’s been handling most of the work, heh.”

“Vil?” he parrots back to you, looking visibly delighted at the name Happy to ramble about your friend, you’re quick to continue.

“Yeah! He’s been working really hard with everyone to polish their performance - I swear, you’re gonna love it! He’s actually-”

“(Y/N)-!”

You freeze, head whipping in the direction of the voice, spotting Vil striding in your direction as the crowd parts seamlessly to move out of his way. You grin as you watch him approach, but your smile falters a bit when you see his expression. Though his face remains carefully neutral, you’ve known him long enough to recognize that he’s positively seething, and you have no idea what’s got him so angry.

Still surprised to see him, you shift to face him. “Oh, hey Vil! What are you doing-?”

“We need to go.” Vil’s voice is stern, a hand coming to rest on your shoulder guiding you away from Niege and back towards the way he’d come from.

“Wha-why?” you sputter, confused.

“The event’s nearly starting, and we’re up first - you’re going to be late.”

He punctuates each word carefully, though gives you a surprisingly soft smile and brings his free hand to rest against your back when he notices the confusion visible on your face. “The others are waiting for you.” he adds, as though working to ease your concern as he continues to walk with you.

“O-oh, okay.” you fumble for a moment before craning your neck to look back at Neige, giving him the brightest smile you can muster as you wave.

“See you later, Neige! Good luck with the performance~!”

Neige returns the wave, soft smile betrayed by furrowed brows as he watches your retreating form disappear back into the bustle of people. For a few moments he tries to spot you in the crowd before reluctantly giving up, bringing a hand up to his chest and lightly grasping his sweater between his fingers.

“(Y/N)...” he mumbles aloud, hoping to himself that this isn’t the last time he sees you today.