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watchmegetobsessed · 4 years ago

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Never Have I Ever - Harry Styles (part 5)

uh ohh, part 5 baby! im quite enjoying this story so far and i have some fun things planned for it, so i hope you’ll stay with me for them! in today’s part, our fav new celeb couple takes it all the way, though i chose not to include the actual sex part, however im still treating you all with some dirty stuff so enjoy!

pairing: Harry x actress!reader

word count: 4.6k

warning: NSFW content

SERIES MASTERPOST

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New couple alert?

Harry Styles and Y/N Y/L/N have been spotted having lunch and grabbing coffee several times in the course of the past few weeks. All the outings looked casual and friendly, they gladly stopped for fans that approached them and the word has it that they’ve been getting closer to each other, though neither of them confirmed anything.

Harry Styles has been known to be single for a while now, only faint rumors swirling up sometimes, but none of them were proven to be true, the young actress is the first woman he has been linked to in a long time. Y/N Y/L/N has been focusing on her blooming career and has been single since her split from long time exboyfriend and fellow actor, Levi Hudson. The pair dated all through 2018, splitting in the beginning of 2019. Hudson has admitted their hectic schedules made it impossible to maintain their relationship while Y/N did not confirm anything.

Styles is going on his world-wide tour soon, while Y/L/N is currently between two projects. The young celebs seem to be enjoying each other’s company and fans have been quick to jump into speculations about their alleged romance, however there is no evidence as of right now.

“Thank you so much for your time, it was a pleasure to talk to you,” the young interviewer smiles at you, holding her hand out and you shake it with a warm smile.

“Thank you for having me! And I really like your shoes, by the way,” you point down at her electric blue pumps that you’ve been eyeing since the start of the interview.

“Oh, thank you! Got them from a vintage store,” she beams, a slight blush playing on her cheeks clearly a little starstruck from your compliment.

“Love those little stores.”

“Me too,” she giggles collecting her papers and notes. “Someone will contact you and your team soon about the photoshoot and I’ll email you a draft of the interview in about a week.”

“That’s perfect, thank you so much,” you nod at her grabbing your purse from the side table next to you. Grabbing your phone from the depth of it you smile to yourself upon seeing the text from Harry.

“Call me when you’re done with the interview Xx.”

You say your goodbye to everyone before heading out of the building. Lawrence is at the front waiting for you in the car and he greets you with a warm smile when you sit into the backseat. As he starts the car and heads back to your home, you call Harry, who picks it up after the second ring.

“Hey! How was the interview?” he beams brightly, his voice immediately making you smile.

“Great! This young girl did it and she had some exciting questions.”

“Sounds lovely. Can’t wait to buy a Cosmopolitan with you on the cover soon,” he says and you can hear the grin through his voice.

“Will look good in your hands for sure,” you chuckle.

“Right. So I have a question for you.”

“Go for it.”

“I’m doing this very small show at Beacon Theater this weekend, kind of a practice before the real tour begins and I was wondering if you’d be up to come. Would love to have you there.”

“When is it exactly?”

“Saturday at nine. I know it’s a short notice and I get it if you have something else going on, just wanted to ask.”

“I think I can make it work,” you smile, thinking back at what your day looks like on Saturday. “Can I bring someone?”

“Of course! Just let me know how many people so I can have the tickets sent over to you.”

“Thank you. It’s sweet of you to think about me.”

“You know I always think about you,” he murmurs and his voice sends a shiver down your spine. Crazy to think how much he can affect you with just his words, he just has a special spell on you, it seems.

“Still such a flirt, I see,” you chuckle, feeling your cheeks heating up as you hear his soft laugh on the other end of the line.

“For you, always.”

“Alright. I’ll text you about the tickets and thank you again. Can’t wait to see you perform finally.”

“It’s been due for a while now, right? Kind of promised you some tickets on Ellen, if I remember correctly.”

“You did!” you laugh thinking back at the time you met him. How funny that just one short game on a talk show led the two of you here. You have to thank Ellen though.

“Now I’m finally keeping my promise. Talk to you later then, Love. Have a great day.”

“You too, Harry.”

You manage to convince Sydney to join you for the concert, she sounds excited when you ask if she had anything to do on Saturday. Seeing Harry perform before his tour kicks off is a thrill for her she wouldn’t pass on for anything, so she is really grateful that you thought of her as your plus one.

Harry has your passes sent over to your place on Friday and it comes with a bouquet of flowers as well as a card.

“Can’t wait to see you tomorrow. What’s your favorite song? I’ll make sure to perform it just for you. –H”

He never fails to make you feel like the only woman on the planet and you can definitely see why so many fall for him even without meeting him. The man has all the power to charm anyone with just a smile.

You put the flowers into a vase and leave them on your dining table before grabbing your phone and sending him a quick text.

“It’s Only Angel,” you simply write, hoping he’ll get it why you just wrote that. Luckily, he does.

“Straight to the setlist. Dedicated to You.”

Finishing up the last touches to your makeup you bop your head to the song blasting through the stereo. It’s Only Angel, of course. You’ve had it on repeat all afternoon and now you can’t wait to actually see Harry perform it live.

Just as you are about to get changed, Syd arrives so you let her in with a beaming smile and when she hears the music upon walking into your place she cheers in excitement.

“Yes! This is such a jam!” she smirks, doing a little dance as you lock the door behind her.

“You look fantastic, Syd,” you tell her. The black short dress looks amazing paired with the lilac oversized blazer. Her makeup matches the same color and you are obsessed with the fishnet tights. She will surely make men wish she was into them.

“Thank you! Spent two hours figuring out what to wear, so I hope I look fantastic,” she giggles.

She helps you put together your outfit as well. Wide legged flaming red pants that make your waist look snatched, a black sheer top tucked into it with just a black bralette underneath. You already know Harry will be a fan of the skin you’re showing, you can’t wait to see his face when he finally spots you.

You quickly pack your essentials into a black Chanel purse along with stuff you need for a possible sleepover if things might take a pleasant turn, and you finish with everything just when the doorman calls up through the intercom that Lawrence has arrived.

“So, what’s the deal with you and him, if I may ask?” Syd questions in the car, not in a nosy way, more like a curious, friendly way.

“We are… getting close,” you say, tasting the word on your tongue. You haven’t labeled whatever you have going on with Harry, nor do you really know what it should be called. You’ve been trying hard to make time for each other as much as possible, making small lunch and coffee dates a regular thing. He came over to your place one evening for a movie and that’s the only time you were able to be alone with him, though nothing sexual happened. Yet. The real deal is yet to happen and if you are being honest you are running short on patience. It’s getting harder to hold yourself back and keep your hands to yourself as well when you are out with him, but you agreed to keep it lowkey out in the public.

Tonight, however, you have a feeling what you’ve been waiting for so long might actually happen and you can only hope Harry is planning the same thing. You are absolutely ready to bluntly ask if he wants to spend the night at your place.

“But you’re heading… somewhere, right?”

“I hope so,” you smile shyly.

“That’s amazing. I think you two are a match,” Syd smirks at you.

By the time you arrive to the venue the gates have been opened so people are busy getting inside, giving you the chance to walk inside through the backdoors without any fuss.

“Miss, Harry requested me to usher you to his dressing room when you arrive,” the girl at the door smiles at you with a clipboard in her hands and a headset covering her ears.

“Oh, alright,” you nod, turning to Syd. “You go ahead and get us a good place,” you tell her and she nods walking away with a wave as she heads up to the second floor that’s fully reserved for friends and family.

Following the girl down the hallway you are led to a room that has Harry’s name on it. She gently knocks on the door and a few moments later it flies open, revealing Harry in a colorful suit and a simple white button-down shirt. He looks breathtaking, hair fixed perfectly and the wide grin stretching across his lips when he sees you standing there.

“You’re here!” he breathes out, grabbing your hand and pulling inside, snatching you away from the preying eyes. Once the door clicks closed behind you, he is quick to press his lips to yours in a sweet welcoming kiss. Ever since your first official date he hasn’t passed on any chance to kiss you whenever you had the luxury of privacy to yourselves, which hasn’t happened too much, leaving you both with a growing hunger for each other every time you meet.

“Mm of course I am,” you smile against his lips before pecking them one last time and leaning back. “Looking great, Mr. Styles,” you grin, taking your time to wander your eyes down on him.

“Yeah? Like the suit?”

“Absolutely.”

“Well, I love your outfit as well. M’gonna have a hard time not thinking about you on the stage.”

“Please think about me,” you breathe out with a coy smile.

“Don’t fucking say that to me, you are giving me a hard time,” he groans and you just chuckle at the tortured look on his face.

“Sorry,” you mumble, but your face doesn’t meet your words. He squeezes your waist gently, pecking your lips in a rush before he lets go of you.

“I need to go over a few things before we start, so just go ahead and join Syd. Meet me here after the show?”

“Yeah, perfect,” you nod smiling. “Good luck out there,” you wink and he grins at you with bright eyes. His hands grab onto yours before you head out, pulling you in for one last kiss before you leave.

You feel flustered and you take a few deep breaths on your way up to the gallery to find Syd who managed to get an amazing spot at the front on the left side.

They offer everyone up on the gallery some champagne before the show starts and looking around you see a few familiar faces, but no one you specifically know. You stick with Sydney who is over the moon about the show and you are kind of sharing her excitement.

When the lights go down and the music finally starts, you can’t help but join in with the screams that fill the theater.

You’ve seen videos of him performing, in One Direction and solo as well. You’ve seen pictures and you’ve heard the words about how amazing he is on stage, but none of those live up to the actual experience. The sensation that takes over you just by seeing him appear on the stage as the whole theater chants his name as one, it completely sweeps you off your feet and for a second you wonder how you could live a life without this experience.

When his voice starts to flow through the massive speakers you need to take a deep breath, a shiver runs down your spine and you chug down the rest of your champagne so you could get rid of the glass and hold onto the railing with both hands because you feel like you need to ground yourself before you shoot into the sky.

Song after song, he performs perfectly, bringing every single person in the audience to that euphoric state they’ve been probably seeking their whole life. The experience is surely one of a kind, something you’ll definitely be thinking about for a long time.

Time seems to stop, though it cruelly carries on even when you forget about it completely. The concert is nearing its end and Harry takes a breather as he places his guitar to the stand behind him. You watch his every move as he walks back to the microphone, his gaze moving up to the gallery, roaming through the people until they find you.

“This last song is dedicated… to my Only Angel,” he murmurs into the microphone as the audience erupts, blows up at once and your heart skips a beat when his eyes linger over you for a little longer before the music starts to play.

You faintly hear Syd screaming next to you, probably aware that the dedication was addressed to you, but you can’t tear your eyes off of the man on the stage.

He nails it perfectly, looking like an absolute rockstar that he truly is and for a moment you can’t believe you have his attention and interest. How can such a precious and unbelievably talented man be in your reach?

Because I deserve great things in life, you tell yourself, a little mantra you’ve gotten around to repeat every time you found yourself doubting your success and happiness.

The concert eventually ends and though no one in the room desires the end of it, Harry leaves and you are abruptly brought back to reality.

“That was… something else truly,” Syd breathes out as the two of you linger around a little longer, trying to come down from the high you just experienced.

“Yeah. He is so fucking talented it’s almost unfair,” you chuckle running a hand through your hair.

“This tour will kill thousands of people all around the world,” she muses and for a moment, reality sets in and you realize that Harry will leave for his worldwide tour very soon, leaving you behind.

You get rid of the thought, not wanting to stress over something that’s not relevant just yet and you don’t want to ruin the evening either. Fears and stress can wait a little longer.

The two of you make your way backstage, walking into a bit of a chaos as all close friends and family want to congratulate to Harry and the band as well. Standing at the side you let everyone have their time, barely even seeing Harry in the sea of people in the spacious green room. Syd keeps you company as you wait and about thirty minutes later it seems like the crowd is starting to loosen up.

Harry spots you and excuses himself immediately from his conversation with a couple, heading in your direction with the widest grin you’ve ever seen on his pretty face.

“Congrats, that was mind-blowing,” you smirk as he reaches you, a hand curling around your waist as he leans down and places a kiss to your cheek, keeping it as moderate as possible, though you both just want to jump at each other.

“Thank you, Love,” he nods, a blush tinting his cheeks from your words. “Hello Sydney, so great to see you again,” he greets the girl next to you and they share a short hug.

“Hi! Loved the show so much!” she giggles in excitement.

“Thank you for coming.”

The three of you chat for a while before Sydney says she is gonna call herself an Uber, so after saying her goodbye she leaves you alone with Harry, as much as you can be alone with a bunch of other people around.

“I wanted to ask you something,” he clears his throat as his hand finds its way back to the small of your back.

“Go for it.”

“We are gonna grab a drink at some bar, but nothing over the top and I wanted to ask if you would want to join.”

“Sounds good,” you smile, feeling a little disappointed. This is not exactly what you wanted him to ask. Luckily, he is not done with his questions.

“Also… I-If it’s cool by you, I thought that… maybe you could come over?”

“Mmm, go over and do what?” you tease him, your smile stretching wider with each passing moment.

“I have plenty of ideas, Love,” he breathes out, making you laugh. “We could drop by your place if you need anything to stay over.”

“No need. Packed a bag,” you slyly grin at him, taking him by surprise clearly, but it’s surely a pleasant one.

“Always a step ahead of me, huh?” he smirks, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

It takes some time to actually leave the venue and head off to the bar with a close group of friends of him and the band. A secluded area was already reserved for you that has its own bar, so you could enjoy the evening without worrying about preying eyes of strangers or fans. You really weren’t in the mood to keep your distance from Harry, this way at least you were able to touch each other in a more intimate way without speculations swirling up immediately.

You get to know his band and some of his friends, they are all genuinely amazing people, but you weren’t expecting anything else. You figured he only surrounds himself with people like him. His hands often find your waist and he doesn’t shy away from kissing your cheek or giving your hips a gentle squeeze, just letting you know you have his attention and he appreciates that you’re there.

It’s nearing one am when the guests start leaving and soon enough you find yourself in the back of your car with Harry, heading to his place, while you try your best to keep your hands away from him. You wouldn’t put Lawrence through the trauma of having to see or hear something he shouldn’t.

But that doesn’t stop you from kissing, something you’ve been dying to do all night. Your hand rests on his thigh while he has an arm curled around your shoulders, keeping you tight by his side, delicately brushing his nose against your hair every time your lips are not connected.

“Thank you, Lawrence. I’ll call myself a taxi in the morning, have the day off,” you tell your driver who smiles in your way thankfully while Harry grabs your and his bags from the back of the car.

“Thank you, Miss. Enjoy your night,” he nods in your way as you shut the door closed.

You try to take your duffel bag from Harry, but he insists to carry it as the two of you walk inside his house.

“Want something to drink? Water, tea or something?” he asks, setting the bags down near his giant, comfortable looking couch. Your thoughts immediately wander to a dirty field, picturing him sitting on that very couch as you kneel in front of him, pleasuring him so good that his eyes roll back…

“Yeah, water please,” you say clearing your throat. Some hydration will come handy after the drinks you chugged down at the bar.

You follow him as he shuffles into the kitchen, grabbing a glass and a bottled water from the fridge for you, pouring some into the glass before handing it to you.

“Thank you. You have a nice place for yourself,” you tell him, looking around in his home.

“Thanks. Been working on it for a while,” he chuckles softly. “Feels a bit too big for just myself though.”

You finish the water and set your eyes at him, feeling your hunger for him grow with each passing moment. Placing the empty glass to the marble counter you take a step closer to him.

“You feel lonely often?” you question in a low voice. His eyes return to you and you are happy to see the same lust in them.

“Would say so, yes,” he nods, running his tongue over his pink lips before he reaches out and grabbing you by your hips, he draws you close to him. Leaning down his lips brush against the shell of your ear, a shiver runs down your spine when you hear his whisper in it. “Hope it’ll change soon.”

At a loss of patience, you grab his face and angle it perfectly so you can kiss him hard. And by hard, you mean real hard. He stumbles back from the force, but manages to keep his balance, returning the kiss just as vehemently as he receives it, a tug of war starting between the two of you.

His hands work fast on the sheer fabric of your shirt, pulling it out from the waistband of your pants, getting rid of it eagerly as his lips wander down on your neck, collarbones and chest. He easily turns the two of you around so you are pushed against the edge of the countertop, his hips pushed against you and it’s clearer that daylight just how excited he is to have you here tonight. Your eyes flicker over to the couch again and the desire to please him with your mouth just bursts, you can’t hold yourself back anymore.

So you push him away from you, grabbing his wrist and yanking him after you, heading towards the couch. You push him down and his lustful eyes follow every move of yours as you kneel in front of him and he realizes what you are about to do. He doesn’t stop you when you work to unbutton his pants, but his hand finds your chin and he pulls you up for a swift, but passionate kiss.

Once you successfully undid his pants he lifts his hips and you spare some time and energy, pulling them down along with his underwear, leaving him only in his vintage printed t-shirt as his cock springs free. You push your thighs together just at the sight of him, the way his eyes burn down on you, how his lips part when your gazes meet and the way he sucks on his breath when your fingers dig into his thighs near his crotch as you situate yourself closer.

“I believe I owe you an orgasm, don’t I?” you ask with a cheeky smirk before wrapping your left hand around the base of his shaft, giving it a gentle squeeze, just enough to get him even more excited. A whimpered moan slips from his lips and you lean closer, giving his cock a lick from bottom to top, wrapping your lips around the head as you swirl your tongue around it.

“Fuck hell!” he breathes out, clearly enjoying himself, hands fisting the cushion next to him, but you bet they’ll be buried in your hair soon.

You’re not an expert in the field of blowjobs, but it’s been your thing to come barging right through the door and jump the easy teasing whenever you were on your knees for a man. So with your hands fixed on his beautiful face, you sink down on him, his cock gliding into your mouth right until the tip reaches the back of your throat, earning the loudest moan you’ve heard from him. Shutting your eyes closed you keep him like that for a second until the urge to gag starts to set in, so you slide him out, your saliva dripping down his erection as your eyes meet his and you can tell you shocked him with your bold first move.

“Do that one more time and I won’t last for a minute,” he warns breathing heavily and you just smirk up at him before going into action again, this time only taking a smaller portion of him, pumping the base to make up for the lack of deep throating, but it appears that he enjoys just the simple part of it equally. As you keep bobbing your head, taking as much of him as you can without gagging, his right hand flies to your hair, taking a handful of it as he gently guides your head, keeping it in the rhythm that works the best for him and you happily let him do whatever makes him feel good.

When your free hand goes to gently massage his balls your name erupts from him in the most voluptuous way you’ve heard him call out for you. As if he just cried out for God himself.

“Y/N, fuck, I won’t last long,” he warns you, but that’s all you want. You need to see him come undone under your touch, you want to be the reason his breath hitches. Picking up your pace you see him whimper some more, head falling backwards to the back of the couch. It’s a heavenly view and you wish you could take a picture of his beauty as he enjoys himself on this intimate level. You’ve never wanted to please a man more than him and just seeing him in this blissful state makes you wet through your underwear.

When his breathing starts to get uneven, chest heaving wildly, you take all of him again, his head poking the back of your throat and you push your tongue against his length as you slide him out, picking up the same pace that you kept before, both hands working hard on him.

“Fuck! I-I’m gonna cum!” he warns again and just a few seconds later, you feel the evidence of his satisfaction spurt into the back of your throat, eyes falling on you as you give him one last lick before swallowing everything that’s in your mouth.

“Holy shit,” he breathes out pulling you up, eagerly kissing you without a second thought, his hands cupping your cheeks to keep you in place. “You surely know how to kill a man, yea?” he huffs making you chuckle.

“Think you can go for a second one?” you sheepishly ask, blinking up at him from under your long lashes.

“I’ll have enough time to recover while I eat you out like you’re my last meal,” he bluntly replies, and a moan almost slips from your lips.

“Show me what you got, Styles,” you challenge him and he doesn’t need more, he easily picks you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he heads straight to the bedroom.

“As you wish, Angel,” he mumbles against your skin, peppering your neck and shoulder with featherlike kisses along his way until he throws you to his bed, ruthlessly tearing the remaining of your clothes off your body.

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meliakim · 2 years ago

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Soobin

Soobin helps Mun get into BigHit after she forgets her ID.

“Hi, good morning… good morning,” Mun said kindly to all the familiar faces she passed as she walked into the BigHit building. This year was the 15th anniversary of BigHit, and it was being celebrated by a photoshoot with BTS, TXT, and soloist Lee Hyun. Mun was called in to be on standby for any wardrobe changes or assistance needed during the photoshoot. As she approached the front desk, she realized a new person was working, meaning she would actually need to get out her BigHit ID.

“Good morning… Identification, please,” the lady behind the entrance desk said. “Hi there,” Mun replied, opening up her purse and shuffling through the stuff inside, looking for her ID. “Oh, crap,” she said, quietly, unable to find it. “It looks like I must’ve left it at the apartment…” she said, sighing deeply. The photoshoot was going to start in a little over an hour, so there was no way she could make it to her apartment and back in time. “Sorry, I can’t let you in,” the lady replied.

Mun stepped away from the desk and pulled out her phone to call Seokjin so he could come down and help her get in without an ID. “Morning, Mun-noona,” she heard a voice say from the direction of the building entrance. She turned to see Soobin, wearing a hat and mask, passing by her as he walked towards the entrance desk. “Soobin!!” she said, almost startling him. He stopped and looked down at her, as he towered over her. “Do you think you could get me in? I forgot my ID at home,” she said. “Oh, sure… I can try, at least,” he said, shyly, walking up to the desk.

“Good morning,” Soobin said to the lady at the front desk as he handed her his ID. “Good morning,” she replied, scanning him in, then giving Mun a glare. “She’s coming in with me. She works directly with BTS, and we have a joint photoshoot that we need to get to,” he explained. The lady seemed to contemplate it for a bit, but ultimately, she couldn’t say no to him… he was her TXT bias after all. “Ok, fine, I’ll let her in this once, but next time you better bring your ID,” the lady said. Mun smiled widely and bowed. “Thank you so much!!” she said before following Soobin to the elevators.

“I owe you big time for helping me get in. I was getting ready to call Seokjinie, but I know he’s probably busy getting his hair and makeup done, so I really didn’t want to bother him,” Mun said after they were on the elevator together. “It’s no problem, honestly… Anything for Jin-sunbaenim’s girlfriend,” he said, smiling sweetly. Mun always thought Soobin was terribly cute. He looked up to Seokjin as his role model, and was a big fanboy, though he tried to keep it cool when the idol in question was actually around.

“Actually,” Mun said, holding up her left hand so Soobin could see the engagement ring on her finger. “Ahhh forreal?” Soobin gasped excitedly as he took a closer look at the ring. “Congratulations, noona!! I had no idea,” he said, excitedly. She smiled and nodded. “Thank you… it’s still relatively new, but we’ve kept it lowkey because we don’t want the press or anything to get a hold of it,” she explained. “I totally understand,” Soobin said, still smiling at the news of his sunbaenim’s engagement.

As they approached the floor and the elevator doors opened, Seokjin happened to walk by at the same time, seeing them come out of the elevator. “Mun-ah! There you are! Perfect timing,” Seokjin said, as he was on the way to the wardrobe department, since he had his full makeup and hair done. “Hello, Jin-sunbaenim, congratulations on your engagement!” Soobin said, bowing to Seokjin as he got off the elevator. “Ahh, Soobin-ah! For the hundredth time, just call me hyung! You don’t need to call me sunbaenim!” Seokjin said, then looking at Mun.

“A new lady was working at the front desk today and didn’t recognize me, and I was stupid and left my ID at home today… so Soobin helped me get in without it,” Mun explained to Seokjinie. “Yah! You could’ve called me, and I would’ve helped you in!” Seokjinie replied. “I almost did, but since Soobin was there anyway, I just got him to help,” Mun said. Soobin nodded. “The lady didn’t seem too friendly to Mun… but she was kind to me. I have a feeling I must’ve been her bias. I can often tell when that’s the case,” he said.

“Really? At what point did you realize that you’re Mun-ah’s bias?” Seokjinie asked curiously, causing Soobin to look at his noona wide-eyed. “I’m your bias?” he asked. Mun chuckled shyly at being called out and nodded. “Of course!! My bias in TXT anyways,” she said. “You remind me so much of Seokjinie… and I could relate to how much you look up to him, so of course you would be my bias,” she further explained. “Yo!! Soobin-hyung! There you are! You better get over to makeup stat, they’ve been wondering where you were!” Beomgyu interrupted, coming out of nowhere. “Oh, hello,” he then said, politely bowing to Seokjin and Mun upon seeing them.

“I didn’t notice the time… I guess we better get going too,” Seokjin said, looking down at his invisible watch. Mun chuckled and turned back to the younger boys. “We’ll see you in a little bit, then!” she said before following her fiancé down the hall to the wardrobe department. “Were you in trouble or something?” Beomgyu asked his hyung as they walked in the opposite direction of Seokjin and Mun. Soobin chuckled and shook his head. “No, we were just chatting,” he said, playing it cool.

After walking a distance, Soobin looked over his shoulder, making sure the couple was a good distance away. Once it was confirmed, the smile on his face grew huge and he grabbed Beomgyu’s arm excitedly as they continued to walk. “Aishh, I thought I was going to pass out, forrea!!,” Soobin said, causing Beomgyu to worry for a moment, until he saw the smile on his hyung’s face. “What happened??” Beomgyu asked. “Wait until we’re with the other members,” Soobin said, not wanting to tell his story twice.

They arrived at the makeup room where the other members were, and Soobin proceeded to tell the other members the details of his morning, along with the fact that he was Mun’s bias from TXT. “Aish, you’re such a fanboy!!” Yeonjun said with a chuckle after Soobin had finished. “I think it’s sweet!!” Kai chimed in, getting up from his seat. “Literally the girlfriend of your role model called you her bias because you remind her of him… I can’t!!” Beomgyu added, fanboying himself. “Actually, she’s his fiancé now,” Soobin said with a grin, feeling privileged with the information. “Seriously? They’re allowed to get married? That means I could get married someday…” Kai said, thoughtfully. “Yah, but you have to actually talk to girls first,” Taehyun quipped, causing the others to laugh.

Meanwhile, as Seokjin and Mun walked down the hall towards the wardrobe department, Seokjin commented, “I think it’s sweet that you told Soobin that he’s your bias.” “But you’re technically the one that told him, weren’t you?” Mun replied, nudging his arm with her elbow. Seokjin thought for a moment. “Oh… yeah, I guess I was,” Seokjin said with a chuckle. “Am I really the main reason that Soobin is your bias?” he then asked.

Mun’s brow furrowed for a second. “What do you mean? Of course! Why did you think he was my bias?” she asked him. “Because he’s tall and handsome,” Seokjin replied. “I mean, sure… but you’re… not as tall… but definitely more handsome,” she said, looking over at him and seeing him chuckling. Mun rolled her eyes, as she knew what he was up to. “C’mon!! You already knew!!” Mun said, laughing as she playfully slapped his arm. “It doesn’t hurt to be reminded that I’m your number one every once in a while,” he retorted.

Mun stepped directly in front of him, stopping him in his tracks, and held up the back of her left hand towards her fiancé’s face. “Is this not a good enough reminder that you’re my number one?” she asked. He smiled affectionately down at her. “I don’t have an engagement ring to stare at all the time like you do,” he said, kissing the back of her hand quickly, then taking it in his as they walked into the wardrobe room together. “Well, that’s too bad… I hope you don’t forget about me then,” Mun replied. “I couldn’t even if I tried,” Seokjin said sweetly with a smile at her as she began to get his outfit together.

#seokmun #bts jin #kim seokjin #seokjin x oc #bts ksj #jin headcanon #ksj #jin x oc

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𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐦 | 𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 | 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 (𝟕)

note: omg YALLLLL this chapter took me so long to write and was lowkey frustrating i hope y’all love ittttt

there’s some teaaaa towards the end y’all!! and i’m soooo excited to see where their relationship goes

this is i think the longest chapter of girls on film? BEAR WITH ME!!

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warnings: age gap, masturbation, sexually frustrated steve!, feelingsss <3, mentions of weed & alcohol

word count: 10.7k

𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐦 | 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 7: 𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 | 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬

"Okay, now twirl around for me a little."

Aaliyah threw her head back with laughter as she followed through with your request and spun around, her dress lifting up while she turned, a smile on her face all the while. The light hit her just right against the brick wall she was posing in front of, and you chuckled as you snapped a photo on your cheap - but functioning - camera. You paused to look through the pictures and grinned as you scrolled through the selection.

"I keep telling you my cousin takes pictures, she could've hooked us up with a photoshoot photoshoot, like a real one."

"I know," you grinned, speaking quietly as you were still focusing on the results of the pictures you'd just taken. "I wanna do everything myself though, you know?"

You squinted through your sunblocked eyes as you looked up at your beautiful best friend, continuing,

"Total creative control."

Aaliyah gazed down at you in admiration, and pushed up the sunglasses that you designed,

"That's YN for you. Independent in every way. How'd the pictures come out?"

Aaliyah bounded up next to you, unable to contain all her excitement to see herself in your clothes. Today was the long awaited photoshoot that you and Aaliyah had been organizing for the past week, a photoshoot wherein Aaliyah modeled for your brand. You organized it together, just the two of you, and put together a plan. You were always ready to organize something, which was why you performed so well at all your jobs - student, state rep office intern, and camgirl.

But this was more than just logic and planning, you truly put your heart and soul into this, because even though you did a lot already, you were centering your clothing brand as your main focus as the summer and graduation drew closer. After college, you'd have to figure your life out. Aaliyah would be trying her hand at med school, but with your Environmental Studies major, you didn't figure that you would be attending grad school. You could get an entry level job somewhere, a place that was similar to your job as an intern at the state rep office, because you could advocate for environmental policy there.

Or you could continue working where you worked, but you figured after graduation it would be best to shift. You already had your own place, and had moved out of college dorms at the end of your sophomore year, so you had no reason to move. But regardless of what you ended up doing as a career, you were excited for free time to continue your clothing brand.

You had already created the website, and you were going to be putting up listings following this photoshoot in which Aaliyah modeled all the clothing you had available. This was an exciting day for both of you, you felt like you were moving into the next step of your life and Aaliyah was so glad to be supporting you. You showed her the pictures while she squealed in awe, the both of you clamoring over which ones were the best. You felt grateful for this moment, and prayed there would be more like this to come. Right now was only the beginning.

"Issa look!" you chimed excitedly, pointing at one of the pictures of Aaliyah in a pair of distressed jeans and a tube top you had sewn.

"YN, I'm seriously so proud of you," Aaliyah said suddenly, and more serious than usual, making you look up from the camera.

You smiled bashfully,

"Thank you, babes."

"No, but really though. These past few months just watching you and being your friend has been amazing. Like you've grown so much, it's crazy. And now you're here finally starting your own brand. I know we're gonna be doing different shit once college is over but I'm so excited to see what more comes out of this, and who you become."

You nearly teared up at Aaliyah's words. She had really been by your side ever since you met, but especially over the past few months, and without even fully knowing what was going on. She might have known about your toxic ex, but you'd hardly spoken to her about Steve. Before you found out who he was, it was just a fun thing, and you only talked about it in joking spirits - but not too much, because you didn't want it to seem like it was serious. And now that you knew who he was, you didn't talk about him at all - she didn't even know that he'd ghosted you.

But the fact that she stayed by your side all that time, watching you crumble and watching you build yourself back up again, oblivious to the entire story, made you feel so grateful for her. You had done the same for her and she would always do the same for you. The reciprocation wasn't transactional, it was mutual and out of love.

Now you were slowly but surely moving on to the next chapters of your lives. While that wouldn't change how close you were, it would mean that you wouldn't be on the same campus day in and day out, and that could make things different. But you were glad to know you had a friend like her to hold you down.

Days like this where you were thriving, making progress, getting shit done, were days where you felt your best.

✺ ✺ ✺

It had been a little over a week since Steve started talking to you on Snapchat, figuring the ins and outs of the ten second videos you would send to him or post on your story, how to customize his Bitmoji to look like him (something you guided him through), and even how to send snapchats himself. You were much more advanced than him when it came to that, though, and you never failed to make fun of Steve for his lack of knowledge on how to take a proper selfie. But as much as Steve loved the fun of Snapchat and the new way to communicate with you as just you, he couldn't help but feel like there could still be more.

And again, he thought that maybe it was possible he was getting eager and hopeful to the point of illusion. Like maybe he was only feeling this way because this was all so new to him and the euphoria that came with this new, exclusive friendship was leading to delirium. But it was a small part of him that felt this way, and he had spent enough time thinking about it to have logical conversations with himself about it. He wasn't letting it drag him down, nor was he drowning in his thoughts.

No, that was what he would've done before. Like you, he had been through some sort of growth, even while he was in the slump that was induced after he stopped talking to you. He realized it was time to stop resisting out of fear and just communicate honestly with himself what he wanted, instead of just sinking into the same cycles he used to let himself go through when he was avoiding the truth.

And so that was why despite this small thought he had, that he was going overboard because he wasn't used to this kind of situation, he didn't brush it off completely. He knew that this tugging feeling at his heartstrings was there for a reason, that if he were to ignore it, he'd either give in dangerously, or miss a beautiful opportunity.

He was taking things slow though, which was why he wasn't just diving straight into the feelings of more intimate attraction that he knew could definitely be there if the both of you just pushed the blinds back a little. What he knew he wanted now though, was the opportunity to continue talking to you on a deeper level. Snapchat was nice, but it felt a bit artificial.

There was only so much that you could do to communicate on a real level over the internet, seeing as you lived on the other side of the country from each other. Steve might have been old fashioned for wanting more, when there was only so much he could get.

But he felt like there was an option for even more personal interaction, though having you on Snapchat felt incredibly intimate - seeing no one else on the cam site got to see your regular life like this. He started to think about the brief conversation he had with you in which you were trying to decide how to communicate safely and personally outside of the Girls on Film site. One of the methods that came up was texting. But for the sake of safety, Steve had denied that form of communication.

Now, though, he was having second thoughts, spurred on by a moment he caught between Natasha and Tony while he was in the meeting room going through paperwork.

They had been sitting in the meeting room too, Natasha just scrolling through one of her many phones with her feet up on the table before her, a red twizzler sitting in her mouth.

"Mind taking your feet off the table?" Tony asked shortly, glaring at Natasha and the way she was sitting.

"Why?" Natasha droned, eyes slowly moving to meet Tony's.

"Uh, how 'bout because it's incredibly expensive material and I just got it professionally cleaned."

"No one asks you to get the tables professionally cleaned you bourgeoise ass," Natasha snapped back, but she put her legs down anyways, continuing to tap away on her phone.

Steve was just regarding their snapping at each other as background music, and not really paying much attention. Natasha sighed suddenly,

"I don't understand why it's so hard for these buyers to understand that I can't give them my real number. Like, am I giving mixed signals?"

Tony chortled at Natasha's demise. Steve knew Natasha was referring to the fact that she sometimes used a blocked number for business or personal reasons, and that when she used it, no one could see the number it was coming from. It was basically an encrypted phone number which Tony helped set up. Natasha was in the habit of building up a knife collection as a hobby. Whether or not she would put those knives to use was unknown, but it was something she was doing for the time being.

Steve hadn't thought much about it, but now that he was hearing Natasha actually talk about texting these people, he was starting to perk up and listen to her. Inevitably, thoughts of you started to trickle into his mind. Like, if Natasha could use her phone for personal matters such as this, there was a likelihood that Steve could maybe, just maybe, do the same thing. He knew that Natasha's personal matters weren't quite the same as his own, but it was worth a try.

"There's something about a dominant woman that men can't resist," Tony commented, and Natasha rolled her eyes.

"You'd think the fact that I'm buying knives from them would make them a little less comfortable," she grumbled, and Tony put a supportive hand on her shoulder, patting her arm.

"You could scare 'em off, don't worry."

Steve was leaning forward, listening closely to the conversation now. Natasha turned her head over to Steve with a devious smirk,

"What's up, Steve? Think you could give us some insight on this?"

She was teasing him mercilessly, alluding to that forsaken time that Steve's guilty pleasure had been broadcast on the projector during one of their meetings. That hadn't quite been forgotten yet, and still got brought up in a teasing manner, though no one could figure out why Steve became so withdrawn when it was brought up. Steve was only lucky they didn't know the full extent of his endeavors. Steve stilled slightly, but didn't retract, only replying with a stern glare at Natasha before he continued.

"You... text these buyers?"

"Yeah. I have like, a bunch of numbers on one phone, Tony hooked it up. And I have a bunch of other phones. It's kinda hard to keep track. The only people that really have my number are like, you two, and some other people here. But it's rare that we even text for, you know, personal, kinda recreational stuff. Unless Tony wants my opinion on what movie we should watch," Natasha shrugged.

"Huh," was all Steve said, but he leaned back in his chair, stroking his chin slightly in contemplation.

"By the way, why don't you ever text me? Thought we were friends, Steve," Natasha joked lightly, but Steve was already focused on furthering what was just the beginning of his idea.

"He doesn't need to text you, you routinely save each other's lives," Tony scoffed.

"Tony, mind if I talk to you about something? In private," Steve turned his head to Tony and locked eyes with him.

Tony just smiled and got up instantly,

"Steve, I never thought you'd be the one asking to step into my office."

Steve cringed, thinking back to the time when Tony had asked to step into his office and had passed on the knowledge of Girls on Film to Steve, reminiscing on Tony's immense sense of pride and his need to act as a therapist.

"We can just talk in the hallway," Steve suggested, but to no avail, Tony shaking his head and marching up to Steve, putting his arm around his shoulder.

"No, no, step into my office," Tony repeated, leading Steve to his office where he closed the door, and gestured for Steve to sit in front of the desk while Tony settled into his seat behind the desk. Once they got settled in, Tony just grinned at Steve. "So... you need something."

"It was really just a simple question, we could've even talked about it in the meeting room," Steve started to stammer, feeling a little less confident in his decision to try to talk to you on a personal level.

When he'd heard Natasha talking about how she was able to text personally through a blocked number, he started to think of you and the conversation you'd had about texting him. Snapchat had ended up being the compromise for the two of you, but Steve was beginning to think texting might be better. He loved seeing your life on Snapchat, but social media could only be so real. And Steve wanted to be able to call you and FaceTime you. He could do all those things on Girls on Film, but he was taking a break from that. Besides, it wouldn't really be a friendship if he had to pay you to talk to you.

"Well, you're here now. Let it loose," Tony shrugged, and Steve nodded.

"I was just wondering exactly how Nat's able to text people personally without them seeing her number. I know you're kinda the one in charge of all our technology, and hell if I know how to do it myself."

"Done. I can walk you through it."

"Oh, really. Just- just like that?" Steve sat up, starting to get a little excited thinking of the now possibilities.

Tony shrugged, as if it were quite simple,

"Pretty much. You seem excited." Tony started to sound like he was catching in, leaning back in his chair and resting his chin on his palm, raising an inquiring brow. "Wanna talk to someone special?"

"Special?" Steve nearly choked on his own words, shaking his head and lowering it, not wanting to make eye contact with Tony. "No, no... nothing like that."

He laughed nervously, both because he was a bit of a newbie when it came to lying, and because he was thinking of you, which already made him appear a little dopey. He tried to control it, but in reality, thinking of you actually made him smile. It was confusing - he hadn't felt that way before, and he definitely didn't expect it from himself. He was serious, deep into his work. And you weren't distracting him from his work, but you were making his days just a bit brighter.

And it was something that puzzled him, delightfully. It was why he knew he had to dig deeper, not recoil and be concerned. The confusion was actually pleasant to work through. It helped him sort through his feelings, because the confusion only uncoiled to show his true feelings of desire. He figured maybe the confusion just stemmed from the fact that he never allowed himself to give into these kinds of feelings. So he didn't understand them, not quite yet.

He just knew there had to be a reason that this situation felt so unique. If he didn't give into his feelings until now, there had to be something there. It told him that he should get to know you on that level. It gave him that push to finally test out the waters. Steve Rogers, actually catching romantic feelings - it didn't even sound right, yet it was exactly what was happening. Everyday, he seemed to go even deeper.

"Special lady?" Tony guessed, making Steve compose himself and look up, folding his arms, crossing his legs and looking dead ahead at Tony.

He shook his head and sniffled slightly, eyes breaking away from Tony as he started to lie again, this time as best as he could,

"No."

"You sure about that, Cap?" Tony began to pry, one raised eyebrow at a time. "I mean, there's gotta be a reason you've been all... cute lately."

"Cute?" Steve scoffed, furrowing his brows and looking at Tony.

Steve wasn't exactly nervous to be having this conversation, but it wasn't exactly something he wanted to entertain with Tony. Again, he was keeping you, your relationship, private. Not secret, but private. Nobody else needed to know what Steve had been getting down to, and he didn't want them knowing the specifics of it - not because he was afraid of the fact that you were a sex worker or that you were younger, but because it would be best if he didn't have to explain himself and just how he'd gotten to meet you.

It wasn't like he was forbidden from seeing anyone, in fact it was encouraged by almost everyone that Steve knew. He just figured there might be more hubbub if he had to explain that he hadn't actually met you in real life - he didn't want his team doubting the security of the relationship you two had, or passing along premature judgments. Besides, he wasn't even fully sure himself. He was really only just now looking into the idea. He didn't want everyone in on it before he even solidified anything.

Tony rolled his eyes, waving his hand dismissively,

"You know what I mean. You've been all, you know, nice again. What's goin' on champ, you can talk to me. Who's the girl?"

Steve shook his head. Surely people had noticed his shift in character yet again, and it was becoming more prominent everyday. Tony would be the first to meddle, try to figure out why. No one knew why he'd been so moody the past few months, or why his moods would suddenly change positively. And he wasn't wrong, it was a girl. But Steve wasn't ready yet. He shook his head, denying it one last time before getting up out of his chair,

"It's nothing like that. I do want that blocked number, though."

"Easy."

| | |

Tony tried to pry again later on when he showed Steve how to use his phone to block out his own number, but Steve didn't give in, he just took the phone back and closed the door to his room, logging on to Snapchat so he could talk to you.

You replied to him quickly, his name popping up on your screen. It was funny, you went through so many names for him on Snapchat (cap, captain, Mr. America, even Mr. Rogers), but you decided to keep it simple. Like Steve, you were also keeping this private - who would you tell besides Aaliyah anyways?

It would be wise for you to keep it private, and that's what you were doing. That's why his name on your Snapchat was just: "Steve ❤️ 💙" followed by a red and blue heart. Although, true to his nature, his username was: "SG.R0818", a username he practically randomized in order to stay incognito.

He was glad you responded fast, from that moment and onward. Even though the both of you talked to each other on the app, you each had busy schedules and different time zones. So sometimes responses were a bit laggy. Still, your conversations always felt right.

Steve ❤️ 💙 Hey, I've got something I wanted to talk to you about.

YN ♡ shoot!

Steve ❤️ 💙 I was thinking about what you said, about texting each other.

YN yeah... are you tryna say something stevie?

Steve's upper lip curved up at the nickname. You didn't know it, or maybe you pretended not to, but it spurred something inside of him when you used any kind of nickname on him. It was just in your naturally flirty demeanor to do so, and maybe this was how you showed Steve that you saw the romantic potential as well. You both obviously did like each other as more than friends, but neither of you had really acted on that yet, and that was fine with you. Just hinting at it, slightly, and being friends, was enough. You didn't think it was that serious.

Steve ❤️ 💙 I decided that I think it would be nice for us to try to text each other. I like Snapchat, but texting is a little easier. We could FaceTime and call each other if you want. I just think it might be a little more real - well, as real as it can get over the phone.

If that's something you're comfortable with. My number would be blocked out, but you'll know it's me.

It was a good thing that Steve couldn't hear you, because you kind of made a weird squealing noise, and threw your hand over your mouth, eyes widened. You were used to talking to him by now, but it was still quite exciting to know who you were talking to. And the idea of actually texting him, and maybe even calling him and getting to see his face outside of your cam website? It excited you.

And it made you happy to think that he really wanted this friendship to go somewhere. You didn't know the full extent of what he wanted to do just yet, but you were glad to see that he was trying, and that he actually enjoyed talking to you enough to want to text and call you regularly. So you steadied your fingers before you typed back, hoping to show your enthusiasm through a simple Snapchat.

YN i'd love to! i'm so glad it's something you've been thinking about. i agree, it feels better to text sometimes. and it'll feel even more normal, i guess. here, i'll give you my number so you can text me.

And from that moment on, Steve was in. He was almost giddy saving your number as a contact. For him, for the both of you, this was another step forward in your relationship. It felt like you were slowly trusting each other more and more. You had already knocked down a major wall just by talking to each other after the reveal to begin with, and by having the reveal in the first place.

So, he was glad that this was coming into fruition. He was satisfied with this. For now. For your name, he typed in your real first name, because that was how he knew you now. And your real name would stand out less if anyone got ahold of his phone messages somehow. He started out by sending a simple text, saying hello and making sure you knew it was him. And even though his number was blocked out, it was clear as day. You were both glad to have moved on to this, to have so many forms of communication between the two of you. It didn't seem like a big deal, but considering your situation, it kind of was. The littlest steps made the room shake.

✺ ✺ ✺

The days seemed to flow by at this point. Like, you felt like getting through life was a breeze. No unexpected storm to knock you off your smooth sailing course to greatness. You were truly moving up, on and out. You felt like now, after all the time you took for yourself to heal, all the time you spent in a sort of neutral state - not going out much, staying to yourself - you could really celebrate.

Even though you were growing all through that neutral state, you felt like now you could finally see through all the fog that had gathered. All the uncertainty that had followed you along your path was nonexistent. You were just glad that you were back on your feet again and feeling like you could take on more new things.

Now that you were nearing graduation, you were really just focusing on final projects and exams schoolwise. For yourself, you were starting work on your online clothing store and camming even more. And you were enjoying your life, being a normal college student, who had Steve Rogers' number. Maybe you didn't actually have his number, but that was how you were choosing to describe it. If you didn't have the discipline that you had, you would be telling everyone about this. But you weren't stupid, so you kept it all to yourself.

You and Steve often talked late into the night, or at random times during the day. Towards nighttime, your conversations often became a bit deeper, the kind of conversation that would've scared Steve off a while ago. But he was becoming more comfortable with you, and you could tell. You were moving slowly so as to be careful, but you didn't feel like you had to. You just figured it would be wise. But these deep conversations touched on the topics that you hadn't been able to get into that time when Steve left so abruptly.

When the stars were peering into your bedroom window late at night, that was when you opened up about your past love life. He listened to you talk about your ex, give all the details about it, and he listened to you talk about how much healing it took you to get out of the nasty habits that had developed all through your life, but especially when you were with your ex. How you learned to be more independent, how you learned not that you couldn't trust, but that you had to be mindful about your relationships. You had always been driven, but especially after that mess of a situation.

Your whole life you'd been surrounded by this sense of needing more in some way. Your parents were loving, but they didn't always show it - they supported you mostly, but there was no way you could really show them who you were, not entirely. There was always this air of dismissiveness that came from them, and you had never been close to either of them, not the way other kids were.

So you knew what it was like to be grasping for something, anything. You just wanted love in its unconditional form, you wanted a life that wasn't hindered by those around you.

Sometimes this made your life even harder, because you found yourself doing things for people who didn't deserve it, hoping that they might see how much you were willing to do for them and maybe even reciprocate. But these days, your want, your human need for love and emotional support just pushed you further, blocked out the people who you didn't really need, and attracted you to the lifestyle that you deserved. And you turned out alright, but it took a lot to keep going. You buried yourself in work which you genuinely enjoyed. You tried new things, you moved out on your own, you created your own sturdy relationships. You knew how to make a pathway out of a rocky road. You were just glad that you felt like you were gliding through your life nowadays, and that the ship was sailing smoothly.

Steve was one of the people who you felt like the universe had somehow brought to you for a positive reason. A strange and random decision, but positive, nonetheless. You thought of how odd the circumstance was and you figured, it must have been destined. You were glad to be having these kinds of conversations with him.

And you were also glad that you had the beach. California wasn't California without its lustrous, beautiful, palm tree filled beaches. You were on your way to one with a few friends right now, on a weekend with no classes, celebrating after an intense study week, preparing for finals. The radio was blaring, the windows turned down, the warm and salty sea breeze blowing in through the open windows.

Around you was sort of this happy blur. You absorbed it, being jostled around by your friends dancing beside you, Aaliyah right by your side. You were laughing and smiling, a bottle of Capriccio's Sangria to your lips, babbling along to the song on the radio.

"Y'all are way too hype right now," your friend Violet joked from the front passenger seat, sat next to her boyfriend Luke, who was the designated driver.

She was met with a chorus of voices singing along to the radio song, and just rolled her eyes playfully, laughing. It felt good to finally be celebrating, especially since you'd been very focused on school for the past week. The beach was one of your favorite places to be - you felt so much at home. You grew up surfing all through middle school and high school, and this area was quite popular for surfboarding, so you were giddy at the thought of that. The beach felt like home to you, a California native.

Sure, it wasn't all sunshine and ocean waves, but you were pretty much the epitome of a California girl, and proud. So for you, it was a lot of sunshine and ocean waves. You felt a strong connection to this place, but you were always willing to explore. It was why you were so attached to traveling and hiking.

"YN, you look literally so pretty today," your friend Cameron complimented you as you held up your phone, taking a very impromptu selfie.

Your closed, glossy lips were turned up in a smile, your cheeks full and eyes slightly glazed over from the combination of a shared joint and the liquor you'd been drinking on the way.

"Cam," you pouted, leaning over and kissing their cheek. "You're literally so pretty, everyday."

You cooed over each other while you pressed send on your selfie, sending it to Steve on Snapchat with no caption.

"Girl, who are you sending that to?" Aaliyah grinned devilishly, peeking over your shoulder as she caught your screen out of the corner of her eye.

Before she could see, you shut off the phone and narrowed your eyes at her playfully, poking your tongue out at her,

"Nobody!"

She smiled but didn't seem fully convinced, pointing at you,

"It better be me. I need a new lock screen."

"Oh, you flatter me," you teased, smiling and sitting back, laying your head on Aaliyah's shoulder and your legs across Cameron's lap, sitting in this blurry, noted happiness.

You weren't thinking, you were just living in the moment, enjoying the smell of the ocean waves as you drifted closer to the scorching shore, focusing on the light scratch of acrylic nails massaging your scalp, the touch of a friend's arm resting over your bare legs, clad in shorts with a bikini bottom underneath, and a discarded shirt tied around your waist as you lay in your bikini top. You didn't know how your mindless selfie would inspire a confession.

✺ ✺ ✺

"Finally, you dweebs chose a movie," Nat grunted as she sat down in between Steve and Sam, sprawling out and kicking her legs up on Sam's lap.

"Not sure when I became your body pillow," Sam made a face at Nat, but he made no effort to push her away, his comment only making Tony scoff,

"You're saying you wouldn't want that?"

"Don't be a perv, Tony," Wanda reprimanded him, and he made a face, feigning innocence,

"What? Is it so wrong to cuddle with a friend?"

"I'm not understanding," Vision commented.

"Can we just start the movie?" Bucky whined through his laughter.

Steve was entertained by the conversation, but he had other things on his mind. Well, really just you. Steve thought about you everyday. You came across his mind whether he meant for you to or not. Sometimes he saw something and thought of you, because he was learning something new about you everyday, ever since adding you on Snapchat. He learned these little things about you through your Snapchat stories, and you'd been texting each other every day since he got your number.

He also learned things about you that weren't so little, and whenever you shared those things about yourself, he made sure to pay attention. When you shared these things with Steve, he found himself being mindful of what he said and how he replied - mindful instead of careful or hesitant. He was learning to absorb your words and turn them over in his mind. He was making an effort to try and understand you in the things you said that exposed your little quirks, your core beliefs, your history.

He appreciated how open you were being with him, and he understood how he had a responsibility, being who he was, to keep you feeling secure enough to share these things, to constantly make it clear that he understood, or at the very least, that he was listening. He just wished he had more time to flesh it out, to talk these things out over the phone instead of over text, or even in person, something that he knew wouldn't be possible.

And even though he felt so much closer now that he had your number, he couldn't help the small tugging inside of him that told him he'd be wanting more- and he couldn't figure out what "more" would look like for the life of him. You were so beautiful, it was overwhelming, and you gave Steve constant reminders of your beauty in every text, every goodnight selfie, every story you shared. Everyday he was falling harder for your beauty, inside and out.

It was lighthearted still. It didn't feel serious because the idea didn't make him feel unsettled, it didn't make him recoil in fear. But it had the potential to be serious, without all the negative dread that usually came with realizations such as this. He was just flirting with the idea of forging this romantic connection with you, but this tugging in him was now asking him when? When would he tell you how he felt, when would it get to the point where he needed to tell you? For now, Steve was just living through it, letting himself be free and happy in the moment.

He was satisfied with what he had now, when it came to you. He'd already taken the next step by getting your number and finding out even more ways to communicate with you outside of the site. He didn't want to feel ungrateful for wanting even more, for even entertaining the idea of telling you how he was feeling, especially when it wasn't anything deadly serious yet.

He knew he liked you, the fact was clear as day. He knew the way he liked you had the potential to be romantic, otherwise he wouldn't be thinking about you this often, and he wouldn't be seeing you in such a beautiful light. He felt lighter on his feet any time you came into his mind, and in his mind, there was a golden aura around you, around everything you did.

The fact that he saw you in this way made him think hard. Would he feel even more than he was feeling? Would it become enough that he would have to tell you? And he wondered, if, and only if, he did announce it - when would that point come? He was in a daze, leaning back on the couch, his phone in his hand while he waited for the movie to start up.

"What are we watching, again?" Nat called out, cupping her hands over her mouth.

"Star Wars: A New Hope," Tony smirked, satisfied with the movie choice.

"Is that the one with the dog monster?" Rhodey made a face, shaking his head slowly. "Not a huge fan."

"Pretty sure his name is Chewbacca," Bucky corrected Rhodey, and Sam cackled, clapping in satisfaction.

"The senile knows more about one of the most iconic movie franchises than you," he teased. "How does that work?"

Steve just shook his head and smiled, turning his head to Bucky who was talking to him,

"You ever seen Star Wars?"

"No, but I'm pretty sure Sam recommended it," Steve smiled lazily.

He hadn't quite updated Bucky on his status with you, but they had talked about it briefly since the time Bucky had given Steve the advice that helped push him to talk to you again. Steve was purposefully very vague during the talk with his best friend, but he made it clear that things were patched up. Bucky probably could've figured it out before anyone else, could've made the connection between Steve and Moonrose first, because Steve had given him the most information about it.

"It's pretty good, I've seen the prequels - that guy Darth Vader, he was actually pretty hot before he turned. You'll see, we should watch all the movies together," Bucky explained simply and carefully, as if it were common knowledge to him.

Steve was laughing, shaking his head.

"Sure pal," he was beginning to say, before he diverted his attention to his phone as a notification lit up his screen. It read: Snapchat: YN. His eyes lit up, and he tried to hide his excited reaction as he opened the picture from you. And when he did, he wasn't ready for what he was seeing.

You sent Steve a lot of pictures, and he thought you were gorgeous in all of them, even the ones with the filters that made your face look all distorted. But something was different about this picture, the vibes it gave off. He felt the same way he felt when he would watch your shows - like he was there with you, because he could feel your happiness emanating through the screen.

He felt like if he looked at it long enough, he might be there with you. And everything about this picture was glowing, especially you - it screamed young, college girl having the time of her life, and that made him feel so happy for you.

And it also stirred a feeling in him, something that hadn't been awoken for a long time.

Upon viewing the image, he immediately cleared his throat and shifted uncomfortably because of the growing tent in his pants, trying to hide his phone screen so no one would look.

The picture was so simple. You were in a car, sun shining through the windows, the light hitting you just right, and you were smiling. But Steve was hyperfocused on the way you had obviously been basking in the sun, the glow clear on your face. Your skin was dewy and fresh, and your lips were sheen in a pink gloss that only called more attention to them. Your hair seemed wild around your shoulders, but it only made you look more appealing, more free spirited.

And again, you'd sent him so many pictures like this, but for some reason, this photo in particular was somehow arousing everything in him. You were so beautiful it hurt- he felt a pang in his chest, and the sudden growth in his pants didn't assist with the pain.

Your eyes, though vibrant and youthful, were glazed over, and all Steve could think of was how they looked when you blinked away tears after an intense orgasm. He thought about your soft, luscious lips against him, but this time he was thinking about what it might be like to kiss your lips, tainted with red.

And to add insult to injury, you were wearing a tight bikini top, and the picture cut off just where your breasts started to show, peeking out through the white fabric, the thin white strings against your sun kissed shoulders holding them up - just barely. He felt so fucking stupid. Like he shouldn't be feeling so much because of a simple image. But whatever was happening, this picture was stirring up something inside of him that he couldn't ignore. This had to be taken care of.

He sat up immediately, trying to use his shirt to cover his boner, feeling juvenile and lightheaded, even a little giggly.

"You okay?" Bucky asked, glaring up at Steve in concern - he'd been talking, but Steve seemed distracted suddenly.

"Mhm," was all Steve could strain out from his throat.

"What the hell, Steve? I'm about to show you one of my very favorite films and this is the reception I receive?" Tony barked, offended.

"I've been telling you, that superserum is wearing off," Sam joked, something him and Tony loved to say when Steve acted out of character - like the times when Steve got caught smiling for no reason - or just whenever Steve annoyed Tony.

"I- just- I'll be right back," Steve stammered, flustered, then he carefully walked out of the theater room and out of sight.

It had been over a month since Steve had left and came back to you. In that period of time, he had been gloomy, neutral, then back to being light on his feet again, one after the other. And he hadn't viewed any of your content since then. A few times he tried to get himself off, but it was worth nothing. He could barely guide himself, and he didn't want anybody else to assist him the way you had, it was one of the things that made you so special.

So his attempts to satiate his pleasure came in the form of witless, rough jerks that didn't even get him anywhere near that point. And each time, he was back to thinking about you, but the thoughts could only get him so far.

But now that you were friends again, Steve didn't let himself think of you in that way. Or, he tried not to. But this picture, for some reason, just reversed everything he was trying to avoid. He tried to understand his reaction in the short amount of time that he quickly walked to his room, trying and failing to ignore the stone hard bulge hanging in his loose grey joggers.

Thinking, as straight as he could, he figured that his senses were overrun from thinking of how much he might like you and then having to see such a vivacious picture from you. It felt like a sign that it was time to finally fulfill the pleasure he'd been putting off. It was too much for him to handle- your beauty, the domesticity of the happy picture, in combination with his doting thoughts of you. And maybe he'd already been a little distracted to begin with, needing some form of release. It had been a very long time since he'd allowed that for himself.

"Calm down, Steve," he muttered to himself, forcing a smile at Pepper, who was walking past him.

He finally got to his room and closed the door behind him, falling back onto his bed immediately. As he fiddled with the drawstrings on his sweatpants, he brought his phone up to make sure the image of you was still there. When he saw it still there on his screen, he sighed in dismay, thinking of what he was doing.

He was almost embarrassed that you brought him to that point without even trying, arching his back off the bed to remove his sweats fully. He brushed it off and breathed out, eyes honing in on the image as he began to palm himself over his boxers. He groaned, feeling a sense of sweet relief already, just from his hands gently palming himself.

He briefly thought back to the times when he had tried to get off by himself, tugging to no avail. This wouldn't be like those times. This would be gentle, and he already knew, by the burning feeling in his stomach, that it would bring him pleasure. He dipped his hand inside of his boxers, carefully guiding himself out. His hard length fell hard against his stomach and he grunted from his throat, his jaw ticking as he took himself in his hand and began to stroke slowly, breathing heavily through his nose like a routine.

He was looking at the picture of you, but his mind began to wander to other things- flashbacks of you helping him get to that point through the screen, a sensation neither of you had experienced in quite a long time.

"Fuck," he practically whimpered, the words spilling out of his throat so uncontrollably as he choked them out.

He was missing those times dearly. As much as he was able to view you as a friend, nothing would compare to the way you made him feel. He didn't have you here to guide him at the moment, and for good reason - he didn't want you to, not now. You were trying to be friends for the time being, retain some sense of normalcy.

But, if you were there to guide him, he wouldn't complain. And even in this moment which was so unholy, he felt delicate, the light of the spring sunshine streaming through the window blinds and curtains, splayed across his room, painting the light blue walls with a sheen of pale yellow.

At some point, he really wasn't even looking at the photo anymore, just focusing on the sensations and the visions of you that his mind made up. His eyes were closed, head to the side, his arm against his forehead. In his ears he heard your voice gasping out his name while you came, in his mind he pictured your slick pooling out of you as you finally removed your fingers, breathing heavily from an orgasm. Sure, you had been performing for him, but that didn't mean it wasn't truth. The sounds and images he imagined made him stroke himself quicker, pumping harder and faster than the slow, delicate strokes he'd started with. He tried to calm himself down, but the pleasure was unbeatable. He switched from those fast tempo strokes to the gentle strokes that felt so tantalizing. Your voice was fresh in his mind - but it wasn't all devilish. It came in your laughter, the sound of your voice as you sang along to a song on the radio and posted it on your story. Then it came with deep bass, the sound of you urging him to come, pleading him to come with you.

The image of your eyes was prominent in his mind, coming in waves. Sometimes they came in strong, fierce tides as he pictured your eyes, staring into the computer screen while you wrapped your lips around a toy that you used to substitute for him, because he couldn't be there, but it felt so much like he was. Then sometimes they came in undulating, passionate waves as he pictured the crinkles that formed around your eyes when you smiled, the way you batted your lashes on screen.

It was strange to have such fluctuating thoughts of you, ranging from filthy to innocent. Usually the thoughts when he was getting off were just filthy. This was new, and it seemed to pleasure him even more just to think of your smile, your innocent eyes. What was going on? He couldn't quite figure it out, nor did he care to in the moment. The thought of you, Moonrose, YN, and he came undone.

He came groaning and panting heavily, weeks of unmet release painting his stomach and legs. His chest trembled as he took one last breath, took his hand off his eyes, and peeked out the window blinds at the dazzling, bright city just outside. He cleaned up silently, not thinking much because his mind was too excited to let him think.

And there were so many questions that lay unanswered: "why was he able to get himself to that point just by the thought of you?" "why had the thoughts been so strangely innocent and new?" And most of all, why did he even feel this way because of you?

Then once he was all cleaned up, changing boxers in the bathroom, he took a good look at himself in the mirror, and the clarity hit. Firstly, he realized of course, he had to tell you. It wasn't like Steve to behave this way so suddenly and he felt like it was something he had to tell you. He hoped he wasn't being disrespectful, hoped what he had done wasn't weird. But he didn't let himself worry about that too much.

But not only did he have to tell you what he'd done, he realized he had to tell you how he felt. He had been wondering if it would get to the point that he would feel strongly enough about you that he had to tell you, and this incident seemed to be proof enough.

All his sudden arousal, while valid and likely rooted in a need to get himself off, just meant one thing. He wasn't just frustrated sexually. His senses were running amok because he knew he liked you, and yet he wasn't expressing that fully. And maybe this release was what he needed to realize that. The feelings were only getting stronger and stronger with no real output. They made him happy, nearly giddy with excitement, but with nowhere to store it. He could have a crush and keep it that way, but Steve liked to find solutions. If he wasn't serious about you, maybe he'd keep it that way, with no outputs and no solutions.

He was keeping something to himself, and it wasn't fair to him, nor was it fair to you. He felt so unhinged now because he wasn't realizing that yes, there would be a point when he had to tell you how he he felt. All of that frustration was built up tension physically and emotionally, just boiling inside of him.

All of the excitement, confusion, and intrigue he felt towards the prospect of maybe liking you romantically, of taking that step to a real relationship, had boiled over. He wasn't realizing that he had to tell you sooner than later. This was more than just a release. It was more like an epiphany.

And while the realization may have been sudden, he had done his thinking long and hard, even before he started talking to you like this. He could wait and milk over it for a little while longer, or he could tell you, and soon. But even though he knew he had to tell you, he had to choose the right moment. At least now he knew he had to tell you at all, instead of spending too much time wondering whether he even should, wondering if what he was feeling was real.

Maybe it would be different if he got off to you and it was purely sexual. But this was more than that. He was genuinely overwhelmed by your beauty, inside and out. The thought of that was what brought him to orgasm. All those lighthearted, innocent thoughts of you made Steve feel so strongly, in both a physical and emotional sense.

It was why he'd had an emotional response to the picture first, then a physical response. He thought of all the times he'd looked at pictures you sent with a smile, and felt genuine happiness bubbling up inside of him. No one else did that to him.

If what had just happened said anything, it said that his feelings for you were real, they weren't just born out of naivety or because of the fact that Steve had never felt something like this before. It wasn't just about the sexual gratification or the physical, it was about why he felt so strongly towards you at all. If he could stir up these kinds of emotions, this kind of confusion, just by thinking about you, just by looking at you? He'd be surprised if it was all for naught.

✺ ✺ ✺

You were surprised when Steve asked to FaceTime you that weekend. You were clueless about the events and feelings that had spiraled for Steve since you sent that picture, and thus curious to see what he was going to talk to you about. It had been a little over two weeks since you'd started talking to Steve ever since he showed you who he was, and you were so comfortable with each other already.

Steve gave himself some time before he decided it was time to tell you. He knew he had to, but he was giving himself time to think it out, to decide whether or not this was really of the importance that he was holding it to, to decide, and really decide, if it would just be getting in the way of a good thing. But after much contemplation, he knew it wasn't a waste, especially because he didn't feel sick when he thought about it - aside from the butterflies.

You on the other hand, were clueless. But you were excited. He was so formal and so busy that he scheduled a call. He also kept your schedule in mind. You had just finished finals and you were about to close up with school, a fact which you kept forgetting and surprising yourself with when you remembered. So, mindful of that and mindful of his own schedule, Steve made sure the time would be good for the both of you.

And when the time came, you were excited. You hadn't heard Steve's voice conversationally in a long time, because texts and Snapchat weren't really built for that. And whatever it was he wanted to talk about, you were excited to hear, and you were glad that he was the one initiating these things all the time.

It made you feel like he really put effort into the friendship you were building, curating slowly like a sacred collection in a language only the two of you knew. You felt so close to him in such a short amount of time, but it made sense because you had known him for a long time - but you were only just now getting to know him.

You got all cute for the call, because why wouldn't you? You were attracted to Steve and you couldn't lie and say that you didn't feel all girly at the thought of getting even closer to him, being more than friends. Like a little crush was budding, but it was playful and innocent. You felt like he was such a good example of the perfect man, and you were so glad to call yourself your friend. In Steve's eyes, it wouldn't take much effort for you to look pretty anyway, but you got all dolled up because you wanted to.

You were wearing a simple white dress that you made, and you put on just a pinch of makeup. You were sitting on top of your kitchen counter by the window, sunlight and a nice breeze trickling through your apartment when the call came in. It felt surreal to see his name on the screen each time, no matter how used to him you became.

"Steve!" you exclaimed as soon as you picked up the call.

Finally you could see him face to face through the screen again. It reminded you of your times together on Girls on Film, but the circumstances were much, much different.

Steve, once again, was struck with your beauty, and he felt his knees go weak just at the sound of your voice. This was no mistake.

"Hey," he grinned, genuinely from ear to ear.

You both wanted to bask in the moment, talking to each other live, after quite some time. Steve wasn't showing it now, but he was nervous. Again that just told him he was making the right decision in telling you this. He was getting worked up over what to say to you, and you seemed so calm and control. Unbeknownst to him, you were also a little jittery, all for good reasons. It was just so exciting and nerve wracking to truly see him and hear his voice again, to truly talk to him.

"You look so beautiful," he complimented you, his voice going a bit deeper, his eyes glistening as he took you in. You were basking in the sun, the sun's rays seemed to want to be around you, you drew them towards you.

You blushed and smiled,

"Thank you! You look really nice too."

You giggled, becoming bashful as he smiled gently, and he continued,

"How have you been? Finals over yet?"

"Yeah, I just finished. It's weird, there's really not much else to do. We have one more week of classes to kind of just wrap everything up, but it's pretty much done," saying it out loud made you think of it again, gave you that weird feeling that everything really was about to be over. You would graduate in a few weeks, and start your life.

It was crazy, four years had gone by so fast, but they had been so lovely. Your college experience was the most formative part of your life. You'd moved on from your life at home, gotten out of an abusive relationship, met your closest friends and gotten even closer to your best friend, started a brand, got your own apartment. started camming. You had really found your life. And you found Steve. It was crazy to think of, that in just a few weeks, that experience would be over with.

"You okay?" Steve chuckled, because he noticed the deep sigh that you let out as you thought about it all. You were of course glad to move on with your life, but it made you think.

You laughed too, shaking your head,

"Yeah, sorry."

"Don't be. What's on your mind?" he asked, leaning into the camera, making you feel like he was there with you.

You grinned, glad that you could talk about this in such a way, without feeling the need to break down or be upset. You were simply moving on to the next stage in your life, and you couldn't be more excited.

"I guess I'm just thinking of how crazy it is that I'm finally going to be finished with college. Like, I'm not going to any more school after this. When you've been in school your whole life, it's..."

"I get it. It's like coming to something you're not used to, but it's just normalcy."

"Yeah," you shrugged. "You know that better than anyone else, I bet."

Steve laughed - it was true. He had to get used to things that everyone else found normal. He felt so out of place. These days he was getting used to it all, but certain things still surprised him or made him think he didn't completely fit in. It was part of the reason he hadn't given in to what he wanted with you, not completely, at least.

Because if he didn't fit in to the world around him, he figured he wasn't ready for a relationship. But maybe that was just what he needed to fit in better, to get along better. It wasn't fair to him to resist something he truly wanted because he felt like he didn't fit in. It was silly.

"It comes and goes. But hey, I'm glad we're talking."

"Yeah, me too," you smiled, and you bit down gently on your lip, furrowing your brows together out of curiosity. "Hey, you said you wanted to talk about something?"

You watched as Steve seemed to brace himself, but you couldn't even begin to imagine the amount of thoughts swarming his mind right now. He was nervous for good reason. He had never expressed romantic feelings for someone before, which was also a reason that he took so long to give in, took so long to realize it was time to express those feelings. He felt innocent and small, almost timid. He had spent so long formulating his thoughts and what he would tell you, exactly how he would announce these feelings for you.

"Yeah, I uh..." Steve folded his hands and just let himself try to focus and calm himself down. It worked, and he relaxed, enough to actually speak at least. "Listen, I've been thinking about this since we started talking. I think maybe I've always known it, but I'm only just realizing I should tell you about it."

"Yeah?" you prodded him, getting a little nervous yourself, only because the last time Steve got into a speech like this, you found out that he was Captain America. You wondered what else he could possibly have up his sleeve.

"Well, I should tell you that I've always resisted when it comes to you... to this. And I want you to know why. I think I just haven't felt this way for someone in a very long time, and it's never been like this. And I was afraid because we didn't know each other and being the person that I am, I just felt like I wasn't allowed to feel the way I was feeling. Like I shouldn't, like it might be dangerous or like I couldn't trust you fully. It's why I left. It's why I took so long to realize this."

Your cheeks were heating up the more he spoke, your mind buzzing with ideas. You wondered exactly what he was getting to, but for some reason the butterflies in your stomach grew stronger. You started to stammer, wanting him to get to the point,

"Steve, I-"

"I'm getting there, just..." he took in a deep breath. It was time to finally say it. He was trying to explain himself, but started stumbling on his words. "It's um... it's hard for me to say things like this. I-I guess I never really have. I just- I... I... sorry, I'm—"

Steve pinched his eyes with his fingers, shaking his head. It was endearing how it was hard for him to spit the words out- Captain America, stumbling over his words while he spoke to you.

"Take your time," you giggled a bit, and the calm of your voice brought Steve back down to earth.

"Gee, I guess I'm not that great with words. What I'm trying to say is — I like you. And I don't just like you, I mean, I have feelings for you. And I know we're trying to be friends and I'm happy with that, being your friend has been an honor to me. We've created a connection that is completely new to me— I've never known somebody the way I know you. But, I think... I think there's more there. I think that we both know that there could be more there. I don't know what that looks like, or if telling you will really change anything, considering our situation. But I see you as more than a friend. And it's about time I told you."

Steve looked up, catching your reaction just in time. And to his relief, he felt confident in his confession. He didn't regret it, there was no reason to hide away, to cloak himself in fear. Yeah. It was about time he told you.

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DARK ROMANCE

an interview with @meonlyred‘s Lucwayn Tal Sivron for Port & Planet Magazine

(click images for full size; full text of interview under the cut) Thank you to @meonlyred for collaborating with me on this project. She is responsible for the character, and posing for the pictures, and the answers to all the interview questions. I had the time of my life making this with you.

You may know him as a Wrath, as a warrior, as the handsome shadow behind the Alliance Commander -- Sith Lord Lucwayn Tal Sivron is all of these things, but as I learned in the peculiar intimacy of a hangar bay photoset one early autumn afternoon on Odessen, he is not only these things.

The secretive Alliance base is a place where legends come alive, and Lord Lucwayn is no exception. Shrouded as he is in stories of battle and bloodshed and some of the most salacious gossip this side of the Perlemmian, it’s easy to be surprised by the raw, seductive humanity of the man who met me in that hangar bay with a lazy smile and a bottle of Zakuulan wine.

Already styled for his later photoshoot, Lord Lucwayn arrives to our interview harnessed in gold and draped in luxurious scarlet, a tantalizing garment perfectly designed to accentuate the hard planes and ripe swells of musculature across his exquisitely sculpted form. He is a vision of temptation, a forbidden fruit you can’t help wanting to taste, and the coy glint in his eye suggests he knows it.

He is a man who drips with confidence, whose every languid movement is full of promise--a promise that could be for pain just as easily as for pleasure. I am immediately captivated by him, as is everyone on the set that day..

For a Sith, Lord Lucwayn is patient with me as I remember how to form words so I can ask about the human being and his very human (or Twi’lek, as it were) connections beneath the glamor and the legend. The following interview has been edited and condensed for clarity.

PORT & PLANET: It’s been a busy couple of months here on Odessen. Do you and your wife have big plans for the Festival of Love or are you going to keep things lowkey this year?

SIVRON: Vette and I take every opportunity we can to have celebrations. The Festival of Love is a particular favorite of ours. Since we had to be apart for so long, there is a lot of celebrating to catch up on.

PORT & PLANET: How are the two of you planning to celebrate?

SIVRON: [Smiles devilishly] Music, wine, and fine food. Then a very long evening privately, maybe with an extra friend or two.

PORT & PLANET: So the rumors about you two having an open marriage are true?

SIVRON: It's funny how many people assume we're kidding. It's been part of our relationship since the beginning. Something we have communicated with each other extensively. I might have been with many but I have only ever loved one, my wife.

PORT & PLANET: Do the two of you have any… frequent guests?

SIVRON: Not as many as you might think. And not the ones you might think. Usually it's one time appearances.

PORT & PLANET: Anyone in particular you’re courting for The Festival of Love?

SIVRON: [Winks] That remains to be seen. Have to talk it over with Vette first.

PORT & PLANET: There are lots of rumors that you’ve had the Commander of the Alliance in your bed. Any truth to that?

SIVRON: The Commander is a lovely and bold woman. Anyone would be lucky to be invited to her bed. But I won't sully the reputation of a Jedi or that of our leader by answering that.

His words may be coy, but the smile that creeps across Lord Lucwayn’s face as he speaks of the Commander is so genuine I’m almost moved by it. It’s clear to see where the rumors of their sexual relationship come from--there’s a deep fondness there, an even deeper respect--but it seems he would be playing a different kind of coy if there was any truth to them. If the Commander is sleeping with someone on her staff, it probably isn’t Lord Lucwayn Tal Sivron.

PORT & PLANET: Then what about her rumored lover? People say you’ve had him in your bed too.

SIVRON: [Mutters into his wine glass] Not for lack of trying. [Aloud] Our spymaster seems to be too in love with his work to have time for extracurricular activities.

He gives the spymaster’s “work” such a particular emphasis, with such a twinkle in his eye, I can’t help wondering if this is yet another thing Lord Lucwayn is trying to say without saying. I can’t help wondering if he cultivates this air of secrecy for his own protection, for the Alliance’s protection, or merely because he knows how much more irresistible the air of mystery makes him. I find the reasons don’t matter; I’m drawn in by all the things he isn’t saying and desperate to hear him not say more.

PORT & PLANET: Any names of note you can drop that have been guests in your bed? Before or after your marriage. You’ve got quite a reputation.

SIVRON: If you know my reputation then you probably already know that answer. Some like to brag and some like to lie. Allow them to keep their boast.

PORT & PLANET: Alright, alright. Point taken. But I’ve been speaking with some of the former Imperials around the base and they tell me you were married once before Vette. Is that true?

SIVRON: Not entirely correct. I was engaged to be married. My family was very traditional even among the Sith and arranged a marriage between the Sivrons and the Novarrs for political and lineage purposes.

PORT & PLANET: But then you met Vette?

SIVRON: I met Vette on Korriban. She was instrumental in helping me complete my trials there. I don't think I would have succeeded without her.

PORT & PLANET: That’s a pretty powerful statement for a Sith. When did you first realize you loved her?

SIVRON: As with all good things it took time. It was a gradual realization that came from a thousand little things.

PORT & PLANET: When did you tell her you loved her?

SIVRON: Short answer: when the moment was right. With the position I'm in, I wanted to make sure it was something I was ready to say and she was ready to hear.

There is a weight to his voice as he tells me about the history of his romance with his wife that suggests yet more being left unsaid, both things that trouble him and things that delight him, but pressing Lord Lucwayn for details doesn’t make him any more forthright. And there’s probably a reason Vette declined to join us for this interview.

PORT & PLANET: Did you ever worry about your relationship being used against you?

SIVRON: Within the Empire there are many things that can be used against you. I didn't get in the position I’m in by being unable to circumvent or quell such obstacles. I also know that Vette is more than capable.

PORT & PLANET: Which one of you proposed? Did either of you have cold feet? What was your wedding like?

SIVRON: [Chuckles] I proposed but it was Vette who told me to do so. No cold feet, only swept ones. As for the wedding, Vette wanted a traditional Twi'lek wedding. It's a long ceremony that took most of the day, consisting of a ritual bathing, tea service, and a sermon given in Ryl. Truly I think the Twi'lek take the honor of having the most elaborate weddings.

If the sudden sincerity in his smile when he discussed the Commander was a surprise, then the way Lord Lucwayn seems to melt when he speaks about his wife is downright shocking. His words about Vette are tender, but cannot even begin to capture the softness in his eyes or the earnest affection in his smile. It’s an incongruous sight on a man who ripples with barely restrained power and drips with sexual energy, but it’s no less magnetic than anything else he does. I can’t look away.

PORT & PLANET: So what are your favorite things about Vette? What makes her the match of a Sith Lord?

SIVRON: [Grins] Vette is as adventurous as I am both in the bed and out. I can always count on her to get us into the most delightful trouble.

PORT & PLANET: And if we asked Vette, what would she say she loves most about you?

SIVRON: I think she would tell you that I have the best ass in the galaxy.

PORT & PLANET: The two of you spent five years apart while you were held prisoner by Zakuul. What was it like seeing each other again after so much time?

SIVRON: [Smiles fondly] I had tried to be romantic, launching into something about crossing the span of stars and time to be by her side again. But my love had other plans for me.

PORT & PLANET: So you like making grand gestures. What’s the most romantic thing you’ve ever done for Vette?

SIVRON: Vette has a passion for reclaiming Twi'lek artifacts. There have been many times I have helped her "persuade" art dealers to part with some of their ill-attained collections.

PORT & PLANET: What’s the most romantic thing she’s ever done for you?

SIVRON: I'd like to give a vague answer about everything she does being romantic to me. It isn't too far from the truth. It is a wonder that she has chosen me.

PORT & PLANET: It sounds like the two of you have a really great relationship. Any advice for the newlyweds out there?

SIVRON: Communication is always the key to any relationship. Talk and be honest with each other about every preference you have, from food to sex. They say the Force brings people together, but it takes work to stay together.

It isn’t until the interview is long concluded and the dazzle of watching him pose for the holocams has finally faded that I realize how little new information I actually got out of Lord Lucwayn Tal Sivron. He is a master of half-truths and distraction, wielding that charming smile and alluring gaze as expertly as he wields his lightsaber.

All his powers of misdirection and secrecy still are not enough to overcome his passion for his wife. I can’t know if he meant to let me see the depth of his love for her, but it was impossible not to see it as he spoke of Vette. It was so present, so apparent in his every look and gesture, I could swear I fell a little bit in love with her myself.

It’s reassuring to know that beneath the power that swirls around him like a storm, beneath the stories and the gossip and the duties of his position in the Alliance, Lord Lucwayn Tal Sivron is a man with a heart that beats for love, just like the rest of us.

#swtor #sith warrior #lucwayn tal sivron #swtor fic #swtor edit #hydrostuff #hydroswstuff #hydroedits #hydroswedits #hydrofic #hydroswfic #port & planet

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peachymhaechan · 6 years ago

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“Trust me, it isn’t just for the camera.”

Genre: fluff, babey !! nothin like a good ol idol au, am I rite, laid ease??

Warnings: bad words (like everything else I've written ever lol)

Pairing: Taeyong X female idol reader

A/N: junior year is almost over, thank god. I am so tired. writing this was such a good break from studying for my ap exams and cramming for finals. thank u, Taeyong. also, im working on something for the superhuman comeback, stay tuned, yall :)

you had been a model for sm for a few years now

well within your first year you had gained so much popularity that you became the company’s most hired model and had received a nickname from your employers and fans

you were their Golden Girl (hhhhhffk listen,,, we been knew I ain’t creative), and everyone was dying to work with their Golden Girl

most notable for your bubbly personality and striking looks, every employer was fascinated by your ability to pull off any look

very similar is lee Taeyong, another artist signed to your company

with his stark beauty, it was no understatement to say that you would not have minded working with someone as pretty as him

so, when your manager told you about an upcoming project where you’d be working with Taeyong and a few of the other nct boys you were #sh00k to say the least

“wait..... WHAT?!” was all you could say in response to your manager telling you the good news

“Yeah, I know. I know how long you’ve wanted to work with him. Well, get ready. For this photoshoot they need you to have bubblegum pink hair, and.....”

for the next few days, you tried to mentally prepare yourself for what was about to happen

yeah, you guys were signed to the same company but that doesn't mean you saw him all the time

you had only seen him once, and that was when you had just become a trainee and were walking through the halls to try and find the recording studio on the third floor

you accidentally went into the dance studio and found yourself interrupting a dance practice for nct u

“Sorry, I have to find someone in the recording studio, where-”

“You’re fine, don't worry about it! If you go out this hallway, make the next left turn and it should be the second door on the right,” Taeyong said, giving you a small smile

that was the ONLY interaction you had with him, but boy even when covered in sweat was he gorgeous

and you got to WORK WITH THAT

the day finally came where you got to work with him yayayay

you woke up at 4 am after having only 1 hour of sleep, thriving

you got up and took a quick shower, did your skincare routine, and changed into comfy clothes for the day

on your way to meeting your manager you grabbed a few coffees for the staff as a thank you for the opportunity

you met your manager at the company building and it started to hit that

//ohmygod this is really about to happen//

your manager tried her best to calm your nerves but damn, you were not having any of that

scrolling through Instagram, you anxiously awaited the company van that would take you to the photoshoot set

when it pulled up after about twenty minutes of waiting, you and your crew piled in and then you heard your manager tell the driver to hold the van for a few more minutes, seeing as Taeyong and his people were running a little behind

that only made your heart beat even faster

hgjaonfnwnw anxious from waiting, you just wanted to get it over with and rip it off like a bandaid

five minutes later, you saw three people walking over to the van

one of which was wearing sweats, sneakers, a hoodie, and a mask

you automatically recognized who that was despite the baggy clothing and half hidden face

oh fuck oh shit

one of the other two men talked to your manager, who had gotten out to speak to taeyong’s manager and the other person there

Taeyong climbed into the van and made eye contact with you in the back row, spotting the empty seat beside you

“Is this seat taken?” he asked, nodding to the spot right next to you

you felt a blush creep into your cheeks and your throat started getting closed up from nerves

so all you could do was shake your head no

he sat down and gave you a small smile, then started yawning and stretching out his arms

you had one extra coffee left from earlier and you figured it’d be a great ice breaker maybe

“I have an extra coffee from a coffee run I went on earlier, do you want it? It’s not super hot or anything, but its still a little warm, and its caffeine,” you said and his eyes immediately lit up

“Oh, yes please!!”

you grabbed the last cup from the drink carrier and gave it to him, and he thanked you right away

“How did you have enough time to go on a coffee run this morning?” Taeyong asked in shock

“I got up at four and am running on one hour of sleep,” you explained, not even trying to seem like you have it together

that's what its like being a hot mess, babey !!1

“That’s not good, you need to get more sleep. Were you out late last night with your schedule or something?”

concerned mom? yes

“I was out until about eleven pm, yeah, but in all honesty... I couldn’t sleep because I was very nervous to meet you.”

bro you need to get some sleep and get your filter back in place

bc when you get no sleep?? a bitch has NO filter whatsoever

Taeyong was genuinely surprised that you were nervous to meet him

“Really?? You were nervous to meet me?? Why, am I really that scary or something??”

“Its not that you’re scary, exactly, but... I have wanted to work with you for a very long time, and it still hasn’t fully set in that this is my reality.”

he nodded after you spoke, and it seemed to both impress and confuse him

no matter how popular him and his group got, he never got used to having people look up to him

and to hear it from someone as successful as you, someone he has constantly seen in the media for so long?? mind boggling

it kind of made him nervous tbh

before he could reply, the managers and everyone piled in and the van started moving to the photoshoot set

as soon as you guys left the company building, your head leaned onto the window and you passed tf out

when you woke up, Taeyong was tapping you on the shoulder and telling you that yall got to the set finally

taeyong’s face greeting you when you woke up? shocking, but not an unwelcome sight

“Alright, we need to get you guys into hair and makeup, then we will send you both over to wardrobe and they'll make any last minute touchups and then you can get to work. Sound good?” your manager told you two, and when you both nodded, she immediately directed you to the makeup studio

your artists were very excited to work with you, which made everything much more pleasant

“The feel we are going for with this shoot will perfectly fit your aesthetic and your features, I’m so excited!!” and “You’re naturally this pretty? And after only one hour of sleep? Oh my god, my under eye bags are permanent and it looks like you don’t have any at all!” or the occasional “I wish I could be as stunning as you without even trying...”

it sounded like Taeyong was going through the same thing, as you could hear some of the other makeup artists gushing about his sharp features

“Wow, your eyes are so beautiful!” and “Your smile is stunning!” and “I wish I was half as pretty as you are!”

you could tell it made him a bit uncomfortable because he sat there with a :} face

(unrelated but: that face looks like the grinch lowkey, ok sorry for interrupting lol, back to the fic)

you two made eye contact in the mirror and you could practically read his mind

I want this to stop, they’re making me uncomfortable, oh my god.

to which your eyes said, Same here, and I am used to dealing with this on a daily basis.

luckily, they finished putting shadows and liner on your eyelids, and then they sent you to the hair department

for hair, they teased and curled your hair, giving you a tired and just woken up look

well, a styled just woken up kind of look

Taeyong came in halfway through your hair and all they had to do for him was throw some gel in his and make it a little messy and he was good to go

by the time you made it to wardrobe Taeyong was already on set and getting individual pictures for the concept

they threw you in clothes, and by clothes you mean a men’s oversized white button up, short shorts, and a bright red bra

and before you could even leave to head to the set, they made sure that the first few buttons were undone on the shirt

to say you felt a lil bit exposed and cold was an understatement

the second he saw you, Taeyong had a glint in his eye and he couldn't stop staring at you

naturally, that made you blush and get really self conscious

?? wot

“Hello, I am your photographer for the day. This shoot is supposed to be sort of a couple, romantic fashion shoot, so I hope you two know each other very well and are comfortable with being close to one another. Do you two have any issues with that?”

you both looked at each other,

and then lee Taeyong,

while staring dead in your eyes,

said

“No, sounds perfect!”

bitch

what the fuck was that supposed to mean ?!

“sounds perfect” uhhhhhhhhhhh lemme get a mcfuckin explanation

he gave you a small smile before you managed to get out, “No issues here.”

that only made him smile more

njsdncvcaehcfabcafcb bitch!! you were whipped for him already

“Great! Let’s get started, then. Y/N, I will have you stand over here, and...”

let’s just say that the photographer had you two start with basic stuff, like you two standing next to one another with Taeyong putting his hand on your shoulder and things like that

it quickly escalated though, and he had you doing things like laying your legs across his lap and running your hands through his hair

“Sorry if this is a little too intimate for you,” you whispered into his ear during another shot, where you were draped over his sitting form and your hand caressed his cheek

“Don’t apologize, it’s not. If anything, I’m a little flustered to have someone as pretty as you staring at me the way you are, Y/N, even if it is just for the camera,” he told you, shifting so that you were turned with your back to the camera and chest flush to his, your hands delicately placed on his upper arms, his hand resting on your lower back and you staring up at him

faintly you could hear the photographer say, “THIS IS IT, THIS IS THE ONE!”

“Trust me, it isn’t just for the camera,” you mumbled, not able to filter yourself due to sleep deprivation

you thought he didn’t hear you, but then a smirk formed on his face and you knew you #fucked up

the end of the shoot was arriving, and there were a few more pictures the photographer had in mind, but he wanted to let you guys do your own thing and see where it ended up

“You guys can do what you want for these next few pictures, just do what feels naturally and I’ll angle it well.” very encouraging, right

making use of the pieces of furniture on the set, you decided to lay on the bright red couch and Taeyong looked down at you from behind it

“I couldn’t hear what you said earlier, can you say it again please?” he asked, trying to fish a confession out of you

Oh, Mr. Lee Taeyong, it won’t be that easy.

“Hmmm, what do you mean?” you asked, purposefully trying to be as close to him as you could, so you sat on your hips to the side more and pulled him down so your hand rested on his cheek and your face was //right there, you could feel his breath on your lips//

(the photographer would have fainted there if he could get away with technical time theft while on the job)

taeyong’s breath hitched and a blush crept onto his cheeks and you knew you got him

ladies and gentlemen.... we got ‘im

even still, he tried to get it out of you

“Well, I thought I heard you say something under your breath before the photographer spoke to us,” he coyly explained, sitting down and pulling you onto his lap

at that point it became a game of who could get the other to blush more

and lemme just say, mama didn’t raise no lil bitch, so you were NOT about to lose

grabbing both sides of his face in your small hands, you leaned in and whispered, “I hope it’s okay that I’m going to kiss you now.”

his eyes went wide, and then he said, “MORE than okay.”

and the next thing you know, your lips were planted on his and the photographer was sobbing genuine tears

“THIS IS PEAK PROFESSIONALISM, OH MY GOD, IT’S BEEN YEARS SINCE I’VE WORKED WITH MODELS AS GOOD AS YOU TWO, OH MY, THIS IS THE SHOT THAT WILL MAKE IT BIG, I’M-”

of course his enthusiasm made you start giggling, and you could feel Taeyong smiling into the kiss

when you two broke apart you leaned your forehead on his and stared into his eyes

“I think we both know what I said earlier,” you told him, throwing your arms around his neck

“Good, because I hope we are both on the same page,” he said, smirking slightly

“And that is?”

and all he did in response was kiss you again, but this time not smiling from the photographer’ s goofy remarks

the photographer gave the okay after he got that shot and told you two that he wish he’d gotten to work with you sooner

the ironic thing here is that you and Taeyong wished the same thing

you headed back to the dressing rooms, hand in hand, getting stares from the staff but not caring much

or at all, really

#bad bitch club: RISE

“I hope you know that as soon as those pictures get released, people will assume we are dating, right?” you said, wiping the makeup off and combing through your hair

you quickly ducked into changing room, throwing on the clothes you were wearing when you arrived

you heard him chuckle from the other little makeshift room

you exited your changing room and found him waiting for you

“Why let them assume when we could tell them the truth ourselves?”

and somehow, despite the crazy hectic schedules you both had,

and all the crazy ups and downs of being in the public spotlight,

a few months later, when the magazine finally hit the shelves and the cover image was you two kissing each other and looking like the happiest couple in the world,

when you got invited to an interview to discuss the inspiration for the images and the experience of working with each other,

you two walked in hand in hand, smiling brightly and looking like your average couple that was in love

and when asked if you two were dating,

you replied, “Yes, and it has been the best few months of my life so far.”

:) uwu

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smootheliot · 6 years ago

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What AUs would you like to see Queliot in that you haven't seen around yet in fic?

oh i definitely have some!

margo has her bachelorette party in las vegas and invites her closest friends including quentin and eliot. they get really drunk and yeah suddenly getting married at 3am in las vegas seems like the best idea in the whole wide world

the soulmate au where everyone has a birthmark of the first thing their soulmate says to them and eliot is very concerned why his says only “aha” (bonus points: quentin having a birthmark of his own name). they give up on finding their soulmate and accept the fact that they will die alone, so when they meet it takes them at least 5 minutes until they realize OH FUCK IT’S YOU

arranged marriage au where quentin is supposed to marry the king of fillory and is truly against it but there’s nothing he can do about it so he and eliot just meet in this very passive aggressive way, ready to despise each other and then the night before their wedding quentin finds eliot sitting on a balcony and they start talking and bond over how awful this arranged marriage bullshit is and wow, maybe you aren’t that terrible as i thought

listen, model au - eliot is a very popular model and quentin is this lowkey hipster photographer who has amazing instagram and eats in pretty cafés and takes the prettiest pictures of julia. quentin gets to work with eliot for one very basic photoshoot and he’s not really excited about it - but work is work. eliot also seems to have this primadonna behaviour going on, so he just wants this to be over. but after the photoshoot eliot comes to him and says “i have a meeting for versace in 20 minutes, you’re lucky you’re cute cause if you weren’t i would be already gone” and quentin aha coldwater loses it (bonus points: eliot asks him out and quentin takes random photos of eliot in his own aesthetic and once he posts some of them, everyone loses it)

the blind date au where margo and julia tell them they found the perfect match for each other so they arrange them a date. turns out it was just a plan to get them finally together. (they eventually get together after they spend the whole date gossiping about margo and julia)

the childhood best friends au - very needed.

it’s time to fulfill quentin’s duty as a godfather of poppy’s child. he has to babysit and asks eliot for help and their chaotic sides as parents are revealed.

au in which eliot is quentin’s university friend. they meet at party margo hosts. when eliot goes outside to smoke a cigarette, he sees quentin on his phone trying to ignore everything that has something relatively in common with the party. and guess what? IT’S BONDING TIME! eliot becomes quentin’s popular confident friend and one day decides to help him to find someone and gives him relationship advice. quentin gets that good at it that he asks a girl on a date and she agrees. plot twist, he and eliot lowkey fell in love meanwhile and quentin feels bad but goes out with her so he it makes eliot happy. little does he know eliot is suffering as much as him.

eliot gets drunk in a bar during christmas eve and wants to call margo. he fucks up her phone number and calls this random guy he knows nothing about. turns out this stranger doesn’t mind listening to his tragic backstory on christmas eve at 2am. the stranger calls him the next day asking if he’s alright. they talk. a lot. their late night convos become a routine and suddenly eliot doesn’t have the need to get drunk because his life doesn’t suck that much anymore.

#queliot #the magicians #ellie is the mastermind behind the model au lets be honest here #love the no straights in this household headcanon the magicians writers are going for #au #writing prompts #arranged marriage #blind date #imagine your otp

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kmelanin · 6 years ago

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Permanent Ink /4\\ kth

a/n: enjoy

Main Masterlist~

( Permanent Ink ) masterlist~

WARNING- umm idk really.

word count: 5k+

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“Come on, I'll take you home” Taehyung holds his hand out. You almost wanted to laugh in his face, but you just scoff.

“No, I'm good” Your words slurred more that you expected. “I came here with Yoongi, so I’ll leave with him.” You give off so much attitude you left him stunned, until you turned to walk away. He frowned and he grabs your arm and pulls you back.

“I sent him to give you weed, not to bring you to a party.” He almost growls in your face. You were stunned for a moment, not used to the man handling.

“Why do you care, huh?” You pull your arm from his grip. “You seem unavailable and you're here with Sinsi, so Ill see you on Monday.” You once again turned around to go back inside and find Yoongi. This time both of his hands come and grab both of your shoulders and your back meets his chest.

“Stop walking away from me.” He breath hits your ear sending tingles down your neck. “You are drunk, and it's not safe. You have no choice, i'm taking you home.” You felt his hands squeeze a little, and you could feel the tension coming between you both. You knew he was serious. But alcohol loves to bring the little out in you. Without actually wanting to, you body give out enough to send you falling to the ground.

“Carry me then.”

“Fine.” He says with no hesitation and he bends down. His hands go under your legs and under your arms, easily lifting you up in a bridal style. You gasped out in surprisement when he does, you didn't think he could even lift you, let alone bend down and pick you all the way up. He starts to walk down the street, about five cars later one beeps and unlocks. He then sets you on your feet and opens the door. You pout and get in, and he waits until you were buckled to shut the door. You watch as he walks around and gets into the driver's seat.

“Aren't you drunk?” You ask.

“Nope.” His words bland and dull. He starts the car up.

“What about Sinsi?” You ask.

“She has a boyfriend and knows how to use a phone.” He looks over at you for a second and looks back and pulls off, following your directions to your home.

He helps you out, once you got there. Since you lived in a condo sized apartment, he had to help you with the security and with the elevator. You kept quiet, feeling quite embarrassed for how drunk you were.

When you reached your door, you unlocked and went inside. You turned to him and smiled.

“Thank you, see you-”

“Can I spend the night, I feel dizzy. Ill leave in the morning.” He looks at you, you suddenly got a bit nervous, but you nod anyways. You let him in and watch him as he looks around, most likely judging.

“I have a guest bedroom, Rowan usually sleep there but you can take it tonight.” You say pointing to the door, he looks at you and nods, not even looking to where you were pointing. But you don't say anything and you turn towards your bedroom. You go into the bathroom and take off your makeup and wash your face. You then take your hair down and you but on some pajama shorts and a tank top with no bra. Which you instantly regret when you enter your bedroom again and see Taehyung laying shirtless on your bed.

“Um, what are you doing?” You ask, casually crossing your arms incase your nipples were poking through.

“Going to bed. What else.” he says as if he was irritated, which had you confused.

“Whats wrong with the bed in the other room?”

“You won't be in it.” He tilts his head back against the headboard and he closes his eyes. You actually laugh.

“Now it will, good night Taehyung.” You say shaking you head, your head starting to hurt from all of the light and the fact that you were sobering up. You go to the kitchen and you grab a cup, getting some cold water from the dispenser in your fridge door. You take a couple of big drinks from it and set it down. As soon as you do, hands come out from behind you and cage you in on either side of your island. Your heart starting beating extremely fast, as you felt Taehyung behind you. With your hair up and neck exposed, he easily slide in and speaks against your jaw, looking up at you.

“I said, stop walking away from me.” His voice was low and warm against you. One of his hands come up and around your neck pulling your back into him and his other hand pushes down below your belly button. Pushing your ass right into his groin. His hand exposes your neck even more. His leaves gentle kisses on your neck.

“Taehyung…”

“Shh.” His hands turn you around. And your widened eyes meet his dark and low ones. “You're so annoying, you know that.” His hand comes up and caresses your face. You were confused to what was happening. His touch was so soft, but his words...

“And you're annoying.” You roll your eyes and push him away. Your head was banging right now and all you wanted was sleep. You went to your room and shut the door, leaving him out in the kitchen.

The next day you texted Rowan to send out reminders to your models for Monday’s meeting and photoshoot. When you left your room, you checked around and noticed that Taehyung had left. You wondered when he did though.

You pulled out your weed and some White Owl, white russian. You've started to roll up, taking you a lot longer than you thought since you don't do it as often. You wanted to get into it though.

You rolled two blunts and then started to get ready for the day. You smoked one blunt in the shower as you blast music. You heard that smoking in the shower would get you higher. Once you got out and you right. You felt a bit lightheaded so you went to sit down and decide what to wear.

You were meeting up with two of your friends, and models who were modeling for you. Teresa and Valerie.

Slowly you dropped clothing pieces, not wanting to overwhelm a lot of people and also to make sure that everything was perfect.

You smoked the other blunt as you did your makeup and hair. You put on some ripped skinny jeans that went over your belly button a little and a white tube top. You wore a lace wig, it was pin straight and it was styled as a longer bob. You love real hair wigs.

You took some pictures in a mirror and you post one to instagram. You also quickly check your stats and like some pictures. You were pushing 5 millions followers and you were excited. You couldn't help but to check Taehyung's instagram and you smiled when you seen that he was pushing 200k. He put a couple more pictures up and the most recent was showing off his lightened hair. You clicked on the picture and you could feel your heart beating faster. His eyes were closed and head was tilted. His hair was a bit messy and it looked like…

Oh fuck. It looks just like your guest bedroom. You scrolled just a tad to see the caption.

‘My mind is going haywire.’ You were a little clueless wondering what was going on. Why did he leave without saying anything.

The dinging of your phone pulls you out of your little high daze in your phone. You look and see that Valerie texted you saying that they were waiting outside. You quickly pull on some Gucci sneakers, with the rhyton logo on them. You grabbed your purse with everything you need, from lipgloss to wallet to phone and charger.

Once you got outside, you quickly find Val’s army green Jeep. Valerie was in the front and Teresa was in the back.

It was almost noon so the parking lot was pretty busy. Once you got into the front passenger seat and get buckled, she takes off.

“So Min Yoongi posted about this new Korean place. I think we should go try it.” Teresa pipes up when Valerie asks where we should eat. Your eyes widen a little when she mentioned his name. But thankfully they didn't say anything. They would scream at you if they knew you left him at a party.

“Sure sure.” You seemed a little out of it. Teresa noticed and pulled herself to the front and looked at you.

“Bitch are you high?” She started laughing as Val did.

“Damn, no wonder why it smelled like loud in here. Since when did you smoke weed?” she wonders and your high ass went off. You went on and told them about Taehyung and how he did her tattoo and how you feel about him. You even went off and also mentioned Yoongi and how he gave you weed.

“So you're telling me that Taehyung is now modeling for you? And you're scared to make a move on him?” Teresa hops out of the car when we park.

“I think he still has feeling for his ex Sinsi.”

“And she's dating Park Bogum?” Valerie asks. You nod. “So what the fuck are you doing? You should make a move. I see no reason why not to.” You three start walking towards the restaurant.

Then you stopped in your tracks confusing the girls in front of you.

You see his car parked in front. You recognize it by the Gucci tiger necklace hanging on the mirror.

“That's his car. Meaning he’s here.” You quickly say, you start backing up a bit wanting to leave. But they quickly grab you.

“No, this is good.” Val starts.

“Yea, from what you've told us he’s lowkey playing with you. Like testing you out, so let’s go in here and act like you don't know who he is. See what he does, play with him a bit.” They pull you inside. You didn't know why he made you so nervous. Was it his eyes, how they always looked at you so fiercely. Or his hands, how they could probably grab your ass so good. Or just how he presented himself, so dark and intense. Or was it how he didn't give into you so easily.

You put on your confident face and follow the waiter to a table in the back. You all sat down, you made sure that your back was to the restaurant in case you did see him. You didn't want to see him, until tomorrow.

Eventually you all finished eating and wanted to go shopping a bit. You go to your town most popular strip mall and you look around a bit. You were recognized a bit from social media and you take some pictures. You don't get much, just some new shoes that dropped and some new shirts.

They drop you off back home, saying how we all needed beauty sleep for tomorrow. As soon as you got home, you stripped everything off and put on some sweats and a tube top. You were heading to the couch to put on a movie, when you got a knock on your door. You frowned wondering who in the hell was at your door.

You look through the peephole and see a hooded figure. You almost freak out, and you couldn't stop your big mouth from moving.

“Um, who the hell are you?” You yell out, not wanting to let a stranger in.

“Taehyung, who else.” You frown at those words and you slowly opened the door. He hurries and enters before you could change your mind.

“What a-”

“You said blonde!” His voice startles you since you werent expecting it to be so loud.

“And you should be.” You were confused, wondering what was wrong.

“Then what is this?!” He yells and yanks his hood off, your eyes widen at the bright blue hair on his head.

“Why in the fuck is your haiR BLUE?” You wanted to pull your hair out.

“The hair person said that she messed up your and another designers hair colors, and she didn't realize until she did mine first and-”

“How the fuck can she mess up blonde and blue.” You quickly grab your phone and text Rowan to find out what the hell happened. Blue can't just come out, not without ruining his hair even more.

“Ugh, I'm so sorry Tae. Ill take the blame. You can either keep it or go back to black hair.” You shake your head and you go to open the door again. “We will have to do it in the morning. Good night.” You say, and with your body finally agreeing, it lets out a yawn.

“Mhmm lets smoke and talk.” He turns around and he plops on your couch.

“Aren't you mad about your hair?” You were sure he was pissed, and that's why you opened the door, not wanting to deal with it right now.

“Not really. Unless you want me to dye it black for tomorrow.” He started to pull off his jacket. You walked over to your kitchen, you couldn't stop looking at the back of his head. The way his hair was so bright, you couldn't stop thinking about how much more his facial features stood out. You went to one of your cookie jars. It was a matte black and a shape of a cube. It had shiny words on the front saying ‘cookie jar’. But really it's where you put all of your weed. You grabbed one of the bags and you opened a drawer and pulled out a couple rellos and a lighter. You take a deep breath and walk back out to the living room. You noticed that he turned it on a music channel. It was some type of classical music. It was quietly playing giving the room a chill vibe. You had a soft earth toned ‘L’ shaped couch. He was laid out in the corner. One foot laying on the shorter part. His arms stretched out. And his head tilted back and his eyes were closed. His head was nodding to the music a bit.

You sat down at the end of the couch, away from him and near your glass coffee table. It had your rolling tray and grinder. You pulled it a bit closer. And you started to grind down some weed. You were sure how much so you grind about 4 nugs.

“You roll.” You take the tray and you pass it to him. His eyes open and he just grabs the tray and open the rello packs and start to roll. You were looking at the music on your tv screen when you felt his eyes on you. You didn't want to look back at him so you just grab your phone so you could distract yourself.

From the corner of your eyes, you could see him sit up and sit more on the little part, he was facing you. You looked over and seen that he rolled two perfect, fat, blunts.

“Are we sharing, or having a blunt to ourselves.” He voice cuts through the music. You set your phone down and grabbed a lighter. You then walked over and sat partly in the corner. You patted the seat next to you and smile.

“Share.” Your smile shown your confidence, and Taehyung couldn't keep him smile off his face so he looks down, hiding it from you. He stands up and he turns toward you. His face was was settled into his usual hard face. His brows frowning a little, and jaw clenched. His bites down on his lower lip when climbs up. He sits against the pillows. You had to move a little so he could sit comfortably. But he startles you when he grabs you and pulls you toward him. Your back ended up against the other side and your legs laid over his. Once he sees that you're comfortable he grabs the lighter and one of the blunts and starts to light it. You look away back to the tv and start to listen to the now jazz music, hoping your heart beat would slow down.

“So, um when did you start tattooing?” You ask, wanting to talk about something other than work.

“I was 16 when I did my first tattoo.” He passes the blunt to you and you take it. You bring it up to your lips and take a hit. You look back at him, catching him staring. He looks down and pulls his sleeve up. He shows you his wrist, and points to a small ‘v’ right below his thumb.

“People called he V, I was ‘very trouble and very troubled’ as a child, and out of nowhere, people were calling me V. I don't remember when it happened or who started it. But…” He shrugs and sits back. You hit it a couple more times and give it back. You nodded again understanding. You felt weird, not used to his vibes. They felt so compelling, and dangerous. He made your heart beat so fast, and you couldn't just ignore that.

You both slowly smoke the blunts, enjoying the music and each others presence.

By the time you were done with both blunts were gone, your body was buzzing and your mind was only on one thing. Taehyung. You tried to think about everything that is stopping you from getting what you want, but you couldn’t. Tonight felt different. There was a reason why he came here.

“So, did you just come here to show me your hair and smoke? Because I have a busy day tomorrow.” You say slowly, making sure you get everything out right.

“No, there's something else.” He mumbles. His eyes were redder than the Devils balls. You almost wanted to laugh at how crazy he looked with bright blue hair and blazing red eyes.

“Well there’s something I want to do real quick.” You say and before he could say anything, you got up and straddled his lap. His eyebrows raised, questioning your motive.

You sat comfortably on his lap, and his arm rested around your waist.

“I don't care what you think of me, or how much I annoy you, at least right now I don't. But i'm high as hell and I really want to kiss you, can I?” You felt yourself almost pout a bit. You looked down at your legs sitting over his. His tatted arms laying on top of your legs, his fingers grasping yours clothes.

“Kiss me Yn.”His voice gave off as more of a need than a command. His voice pulled you closer to him and his hands met your face and your hands met his. Your lips connected and as soon as they did, your body felt like giving in a bit. You sunk into his hold, sinking into his grasp. One of his hands brought you closer by pulling you in by your waist.

Your eyes were closed matching his, you pulled away a little, not opening. You tilted your head to the other side and kissed him again. This one a little more intense, coming from both sides. Taehyung felt his stomach starting to turn and tumble, making him kiss you faster.

He suddenly pushed you over onto your back and climbed onto you. His lips finding yours again. Nothing was said between you two, only the sound of each others lips were heard. There was a big ball fire getting bigger and bigger between you both. You both felt it.

You knew that this may be in the heat of the moment, and that the strong attraction was only one sided. You knew you both were crazy stoned, and that can make things feel crazy. But his lips felt so good against your skin. His hands grabbing at you wanting to feel your skin against his, he felt so addicting.

You pulled away from him a bit, needing to breath. But he clearly doesn't, because he starts to trail down your neck. His large hands moving anything clothing that was in his way. His body was begging himself to mark you, he wants to see how long it took bruise your skin.

“Taehyung…”Your hand comes to his chest, more near his neck, wanting him to stop. “Don't do anything you’ll regret.” He pushes against your hand, not wanting to be stopped. But you pushed back, wanting him to snap out of it.

“I asked to kiss you, not for you to go all macho man.” You joke, but he doesn't laugh.

“What did you expect when you ask me to kiss you?” His voice was low and rough. His eyes were hidden behind his hair a bit so you couldn't see them.

“Mhm, maybe a few pecks and then you wither away in disgust.” You shrug a bit, you smiled a little, to take some of the tension away. But instead of smiling along, Taehyung frowns and huffs a bit.

Did you not see how fucking beautiful you were? You must have, it's practically your job.

“Hmm, well Ill see you tomorrow.” He leans down and pecks your cheek, then gets up. You watch as he grabs his things and he looks back down at you. He winks and leaves.

What the fuck just happened?

The next morning, you were so thankful that everything was going fine. Everyone was a little shocked that Taehyung walked in with crazy blue hair, and you could tell he hated everyone’s eyes on him. What did he expect with all of those tattoos on him. Right now you weren’t feeling any types of bad for him, especially since you had to tell you makeup artist not to tell anyone about the hickies she had to cover up this morning.

You had the other makeup stylist add a pop of color in their makeup. It would add something to the neutral color pallet of the soon to be dropped clothes. You picked out the clothing for Taehyung yourself, while some of the stylist picked the other clothes.

You gave him some high waisted loose black pants, with a tucked in turtleneck and some jewellery. Another outfit was a grey ripped up crop top with some black pants. You let him pick out whatever accessories.

Throughout the whole photoshoot, you stood there making sure everyone looked good.

You made Taehyung mess his hair up a bit, making it look a bit more edgy then put together. He didn't help you any by staring at you the whole time.

After the shoot, you rented out one of your favorite bars, so that everyone can enjoy some drinks after and enjoy the rest of the night.

You changed into a black slip dress and something chunky black sneakers. Something more casual so you could hopefully relax some.

When you entered the bar, it was already filled with the models and some of their friends. You also see Rowan and Soobin standing with some of your other friends. You go right to the bar wanting a drink.

You get a couple of shots in and start to mingle with everyone. People thanked you for inviting them out for some drinks and congratulated you on your up and coming success. You made sure to get some good pictures with some of the models, so that you could post them to instagram later. You wanted to hint to the world about what was soon to come, and you was going to show it off.

“Can I get a picture too?” A familiar voice comes from behind you. You turn around and freeze and who was standing in front of you.

You first true boyfriend, now ex. He broke your heart a couple of years ago. You met him before you really became anything. He was there through it all, the hate, the great. It was when you were around 600k on instagram, you were going around the internet pretty fast. Until you got a little too full of yourself. He didn't like it and said that you left him in the shadow. You tried to show him off, but he explained that he didn't want to be shown, but just shown some attention. You've realized what you did wrong and you tried to fix it. But he just left, left you behind like you left him.

“You want a picture?” Your voice was quiet, and the music was loud, but he was close enough to hear you. You felt stuck before. You werent sure what to do or what to say, you just kept the same face you give everyone. A happy, pretty girl, who had money and family issues. He nods a little, not taking his eyes off of you. He was giving you a expression that you remember, the old times passing through you head like a movie. It gave you chills that you didn't want to remember.

“Okay.” You watch him pull his phone out from his back pocket and he gives it to a guard that was also in charge of taking decent pictures. He knows how you like them done. You take off to the side, the people behind you happily moving to let you get your picture. You stood and posed, once the guard noticed that you both were posed, he takes a couple, some with flash some with out.

You walked back over and Jimin grabbed his phone. He smiled a little and scrolls through the pictures.

“They're all the same, but a but different. This one is the best.” He shows you and your eyes widen a bit. You were posing, the lighting was great showing off your makeup perfectly. Jimin also looked great. His pink hair showing brightly off of his all black outfit. His face looking down to you with this deep look into his eyes. “Is it okay to post?” He asks softly, his eyes boring into yours. You just nod and turn to walk away, to forget you even seen him. But he grabs your wrist pulling you back.

“Can I talk to you?” He asks nicely. You sigh, knowing that you really had no choice. You took some shots and you needed to get this done and over with. You both leave and go into the bar owner office. He wasn't there, but you needed a room you could lock, incase some yelling happens.

“What Jimin? Why are you here?” You ask crossing your arms across your chest.

“It's my first time back.” He mumbles frowning a little bit, making you confused.

“Back? Back from where?” You wanted to know where he went after he left that day.

“I-i…” He hesitates. His hard exterior slowly cracking. I had to leave, leave the country because my parents were relocated for their jobs. I was only 16 at the time, and you were gaining fame on social media. I was afraid to tell you because you were so happy with your following, that caused myself to put distance between us. But then you also did, like we already explained all those years ago.” He says trying his best to explain himself. You could tell he wasn't trying to mess anything up because he had that slight frown between his browns and his eyes looked sad. His voice was strong and slow.

“So you were going to break up with me no matter what?” You try to understand his words. But what you say throws him off a little. “I understand that we were young at the time, but anyone would rather break up because of distance issues then because one person blames the other for something. Especially when you're saying that we both caused this?!” You voice was starting to get louder and louder. He kind of panics, not wanting you to get upset.

“I know and this is why i'm trying to tell you this. To let you know that I know I was wrong. This is my first time back and I was too much of a little bitch to tell you until now. I've seen you grow so much, and i'm so proud of you. I'm back now, I want to try again.” He voice turns soft.

“You're here because you see that I gaining more succ-” “No! I've never cared about your fame and following! You know that!” He almost feels insulted that you would even think that. “I know that you are mad at me,”

“I'm not mad at you, what happened, happened years ago. I've accepted the fact that you didn't want me, let alone make things work.”

“I only stopped your advances, because I know I was moving no matter what.”

“Whatever Jimin.” You sighed.

“Lets try and see if we still have that spark between us. Please? I've never stopped thinking about you.” His voice whispers, as he pulls you close. His touch felt so calming like before. One hand going to the back and the other trailing itself up from your stomach to your neck to your face. His body was like a magnet. Falling to his charms like before. Your lips moments away.

“I don't think that's a good idea. We were so young before.”

“Which is why I said we should try. Who knows what will happen.” His mouth starts to form a bit of a smile, until you tease him a bit by leaning forward going to kiss him. His face suddenly gets serious and his eyes turn deeper, ready.

A large knock on the door interrupts you both. You felt his body tense up and you push him away.

“YN? Sorry to interrupt but Taehyung is here. I thought you would want to-” You stopped Rowan by swinging the door open, exposing Jimin to her. Her eyes widen when she seen who was behind you. It was practically her job knowing you. So when she seen you sigh and irritation in your eyes. But then Jimins hands were grasping your waist and he seemed upset as well. Maybe she should've just said your name and then told you face to face.

“Sorry! I think i've had too many drinks and I-” “It's fine Rowan…” You stop her from going any further.

“Who is Taehyung?” His voice was comes from behind you. You felt his hands pull you back a bit.

“Chill, he’s a model. I just signed him. Stay here.” You push him back with your hand on his chest. When you knew he wouldn't follow, you turn to find Taehyung with Rowan following behind. She tells you that she's at the bar, and that she's most likely going home in a few. You turn back and give her a hug and tell her goodnight.

You walk towards the bar, looking for the blue haired man. You see him standing there, on the side already looking at you. His eyes were low, his head tilted down some, making his gaze that much more intense. You felt a little nervous walking up to him, his felt upset about something.

“What’s wrong?” You ask when you reach him, you stood two feet away. He doesn't say anything at first.

“Why would you invite Bogum and Sinsi, when you knew that i'd come?” His voice was low, and after he said it he looked like he regretted it. You looked behind you and see them standing right in his line of vision.

“Bogum is a A celebrity. I'm surprised he's here myself. He's dating Sinsi isn't he? Why wouldn't she be at his side?” Then you look up into his eyes. “Plus I always do this after shoots as a little celebration for getting a intense job done. It's not a requirement. Leave or ignore them Taehyung.” You were pretty blunt but you didn't feel like dealing with his drama tonight. He just scoffs.

“Yn?” A girls voice comes from behind you, you turn around and see Sinsi and Bogum walking up. You were suddenly stuck in a thick tension.

“Sinsi told me a lot about you. I wanted to come by and ask for a partnership.” Bogum looks down at you and smile. You were confused to why he was asking you here, and now. Why didn't his team connect to your team?

Taehyung wasn't having it. He remembers the day he started to hate Bogum. When he asked Sinsi for a partnership, more like be in a drama together and ‘fall in love’. Taehyung couldn't help but to scoff at Bogum.

“Oh, I'm guessing good things. Ill give you the number of my PA and she will contact your team.” She smile giving him her number. He smiles down at you and enters it into his phone.

“Hi Taehyung.” Sinsi looks at him with her soft looking eyes. He just looks away from her, not wanting her to be near him. He didn't know why, or when the sudden change in feelings happened. But he looks down at your body, as you talk to Bogum, then he looks over to Sinsi. He instantly knew that you were so much better than her. He can't believe that he kept going after her, after she left him for someone else. Everytime she pops into his head, he eternally cringes.

“Well I hope to see you soon.” Park Bogum takes Sinsi away, leaving you and Taehyung alone.

Within the next month, you've kept busy in your work. You didn't want to slow down, at least not at the moment. Even with staying busy, Taehyung was on one side of your brain, in one ear. Since he was there with you every step of the way in your work towards your clothing. He wanted to know everything. It was kind of annoying that he asked so many questions and asked to watch you, or come with you. But at the end of the day he was interested in what you did and that somehow made it to your heart. It made you like him even more. You were annoyed with yourself, you didn't want to get attached so fast, but yet you couldn't help it.

But on the other side, in your other ear, Jimin. He was texting you, wanting to see you, sweet talking you. You would be completely lying if you said that you never wanted to see Jimin again. He’s grown so much since you seen him last. You don't know how he gotten prettier, in fact you would like to know his secret.

He seems so much more mature than before, darker. Like you said before, he’s grown and you were interested in what he had to offer.

But the thing is, you were overwhelmed. You didn't know what to do, you didn't want to do anything wrong. So you used your work as an excuse when you didn't want to answer something, or when a moment was to intense to handle at the moment.

Taehyung's hair faded into a mint green, it made him look softer at times, even with all of the tattoos. He always complained about it, and you always fought back saying that it was a pretty color on him. It always shut him up. You started to think that he was complaining more and more just to hear you call him pretty. But you doubt it.

#Taehyung #kim taehyung #kth #v #bts #yoongi #min yoongi #jimin #park jimin #angst #smut #fluff #tattoo au #tattoo #social media #social media au #ambw #kpop #kpop ambw

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manilaluxon · 6 years ago

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10 fav rugirls and why please 😍

Lol ok? Sure. I tend to be a fans of queens who seem really bitchy but are soft inside or ones with a very fluffy persona with an edge to them. That juxtaposition just gets me idk why. Anyways get ready for a 10 para essay. I’ll put it under the cut so I don’t mess up everyone’s dashboard.

1. Manila Luzon. I really slept on her too long. She’d always been like top 15 or 20 but after finally watching s3 simultaneously with as4 and also looking in to her stuff more, I realize she’s very much in my style. And she stole my heart and soul very very fast. She’s creative, funny, beautiful, cute but also annoying and mean lol. But really, she has a very unique style and she’s very clever with it. She knows what looks good and she’s usually the first to do it. Not to mention she’s one of the OG self promotion legends, out here branding and re-branding since 2010. I always respect that.

2. Miss Fame. The height of seeming like someone who is super bitchy only to have a huge heart. She is so passionate about what she does and it’s beautiful. She’s silly and strikingly beautiful. She is probably my fave aesthetically overall. Plus she’s one of the few queens who have truly broken in to the modelling business. I’ll always have a spot in my heart for Miss Fame :p

3. Alaska. She’s got a little bit of everything a modern drag queen should have. From music to merch to tours and television shows, Alaska is everywhere. Literally nobody promotes like she does and she’s extremely smart about it. Not to mention her love of drag is unmatched in the sense that she never really puts down other queens. She’s always supportive. She’s also modest and open to learning and changing with the community. If her drag was a little more in my preferred style, she’d be my number one. Bc of how broad she is in her talents and involvement, plus her positivity and activity, she’s kind of the best overall drag queen honestly??

4. Violet Chachki. I like her for many of the reasons I like Fame tbh. Not to say they are the same but it is also for the sharp style, beautiful faces, being bitchy with a super goofy since, and respect for their modelling careers. With Violet I think her fashion is so amazing, I remember I followed an instagram that posted photoshoots of queens before I’d watched the show and whenever I was like “Who is that omg!!!” it was almost always Violet. She has a good majority of my fave looks on drag queens. But she falls a bit out of my style overall lol. Violet also has that young and relatable thing going on which I dig.

5. Phi Phi O’Hara. Once again someone with a mean side and an adorable side. Somehow she just steals my heart. More when I see a video than a picture I think? Maybe her mannerisms are just like?? Simultaneously hot and cute to me? Spectacular with her 365 days makeup, I know people talk about it a lot but like they should. And in general she’s very unique in her style. I don’t always love her looks tbh but I always love her and in the past year or so it’s only grown. She’s fully broken into the top 10 and even my top 5 now!

6. Jinkx Monsoon. I haven’t been watching as much Jinkx so I’m kind of forgetting about her unfortunately. She’ll probably rise again if I go on a little Jinkx binge. But anyways her classy retro lady vibe is such a good aesthetic. Her love of musical theatre is lowkey inspiring and I love hearing her sing. They way she switches between being a very soft character to a very snarky and unhinged one is great.

7. Alyssa Edwards. My first fave so I’ll always have a place for her lol. I didn’t like her much in s5 but then I watched as2 and seeing how much queens change was what first invested me in following their activities outside the show. By being bold and passionate and increasingly unafraid make fun of herself, she stole my heart. Also watch Dancing Queen thanks bye!

8. Courtney Act. Extremely involved, good at self promotion, beautiful, smart, talented. Courtney is another queen who is good at everything. She uses this platform to educate people outside of and within the LGBT+ community and does her best to be inclusive of any and all gender/sexuality expression. I think that’s very important in today’s drag queen.

9. Bendelacreme. I’ve always loved her. The extreme sweetness with a sprinkle of bitterness is like…very attractive to me. Plus she’s a comedy legend and always has been. Her character of being the positive and bubbly side of herself is inspiring and often played up in a very comedic way. I can’t really describe how much I love it but I do.

10. Katya. It took me a while to figure out who I wanted in this 10 spot and it starts getting pretty tight. But Katya’s always been very smart and aware in the community. I feel like I relate to many things she says and her goofiness is also relatable. I was kinda pissed about what she was saying last year, seemingly reverting her positive and open minded ways, but she’s found herself again and is better than ever. Please listen to her podcast it’s very good.

(Just so you guys know, in my top 20 there’s also Shea, Laganja, Plastique, Bob, Aja, Monet, Sasha, Aquaria, Willam and Shangela. Vaguely in that order)

#this is so random but thanks #I am thinking about remaking those gifsets I made a year and half ago w my 10 fave rugirls #as it has changed #sorry it really white tho #it feels like only recent black queens are really getting the exposure they deserve #but as someone who mostly binges videos from things like BOTS #I'm still catching up with all that #bob has flown up there since i started listening to sibling rivalry #answered #Anonymous

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y00sungshairpin-blog · 7 years ago

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genderbent!rfa +v and saeran with a male!mc? genderbends give me a life worth living (not really but still lolol). i'd especially feel bad for jaehee, bc he'd have to deal with a chat of extremely extra girls for about two years... yikes. thanks in advance!

Yoosung:

she is so dramatic

every time someone contradicts her she’s ready to fight

she is the kind of girl who is afraid of talking about her period and will go bright red if anyone mentions it

she wears skirts but always tops them with oversized sweaters

always has her hands in her pockets

doesn’t like makeup

doesn’t know what a hairbrush is

she slays the hairpins though

in the chat she’s constantly talking about her celebrity crushes and has posters everywhere

hell she has a crush on her own LOLOL character

also plays otome games

MC pampers her with presents

she loves going up to him while he’s cooking and hugging him from behind

she’s the little spoon of course

and loves it when MC plays with her hair

calls MC daddy

Zen:

doesn’t go out without makeu

has the biggest boobs

which she is not afraid to show by wearing tight clothes with long v-necks

she does squats

and yoga

sends provocative selfies in the chatroom and everyone is so sick of it

except Jaehee omg

and MC

he loves her body, her curves, everything about her resembles a goddess

and she loves to show it off in their private time

she lap dances for MC all the time

and sings in the shower like the real Zen

she wears red lingerie a lot

a lot of thongs

she’s extremely romantic and, although she’s always on a diet and encourages MC to eat healthily too, she can’t help but buy him chocolate all the time

when she’s with Jumin she rolls her eyes constantly

and makes remarks on her expensive accessories and how she doesn’t deserve them because she doesn’t realize how valuable they are

and she “doesn’t know how a true lady should wear them”

always stuffs her handbag so that she can use it to hit those catcallers in the face

Jaehee:

he’s so done with life 99% of the time

he looks so gOOD IN A SUIT??

and he is such a gentleman

secretly good at ballet

every time he opens the chat room he sighs

all these girls talking about their bra problems or their periods

he’s really not that interested

especially because he’s G A Y

any time he talks in the chatroom is to act like Jumin’s dad and remind her that she has work to do

or to chat in an extremely gay way with his extremely gay boyfriend MC

buys him flowers and finds time to cook for him

he’s the bottom though

Zen to him is like Beyoncè or Gaga to most gays

he has posters of her everywhere and forces MC to watch her performances together

which MC is kinda indifferent about

bUT HE FULLY SUPPORTS HIS FRIEND SO HE WATCHES AND CHEERS FOR HER

Jumin:

such a diva

always waits for someone to open doors for he

and holds out her hand every time she is introduced to a man until they kiss it

as I said, a diva

she drags the shit out of Zen

but with class

because she is S U P E R I O R

always wears expensive jewelry and those really tiny but stylish clutches where nothing fits

but who needs a big bag when all you need is your phone and your credit card

oh also lipstick

she always wears dark red lipstick

and slays it

she’s had multiple men offer her money to have sex with her

and she was absolutely disgusted

but she’s too nice and S U P E R I O R to slap somebody in the face

so she always has bodyguards with her

her relationship with MC is extremely romantic

much different from the other relationships she has

and in bed she dominates MC and he loves it

she especially likes leaving lipstick markings all over the man’s chest and neck

and obviously won’t admit it but, despite being the giver in the relationship, she wouldn’t mind receiving roses from her boyfriend every day

he just likes roses okay

707:

dat ass

Nicki Minaj who

twerks a lot

has like 6 secret tumblr blogs where she reblogs memes and writes gay fanfic

loves cosplay of course

wears aesthetic clothes

loves baggy jumpers and hats

extra af

she likes making herself pretty for her boyfriend

so she tries many different hairstyles and makeup looks all the time

loves taking pictures

and often asks MC to help her with cosplay photoshoots or regular ones

has names for her boobs

and for MC’s boy parts

in the chatroom she always sends pictures of the outfits she wants to buy and cannot afford because of all the money she spends for her car

is jealous of Zen’s boobs but mocks Yoosung for being the flattest

loves wearing sunglasses and acting mysterious because she’s a secret agent

and hugs her sister all the time

lowkey into phone sex

uses send nudes memes

and it seemed ironic at first

but it wasn’t

also has a vine account

i know vine is dead but fem!707 would totally have one shh

and gets MC into cosplay because she wants to do couple ones

couple goals

stylish af

and she has the clearest skin

likes wearing cute outfits with short skirts and wool sweaters or blouses in pastel colors

once tried giving herself pigtails

MC loved it so much that he basically forced her to wear them every day

not that she didn’t like it

she felt cute in them

she loves taking pictures of course

snapchats her meals

she paints her nails herself

with pastel or light colors

and her makeup is always quite natural but still a work of art

i mean her face is a work of art in itself but she paints another work of art over it

very cuddly with her boyfriend

and makes cute videos of them kissing while laying sleepily on the bed

bought matching friendship bracelets for Jumin and herself

Jumin never leaves home without it

hell she never takes it off

neither does V

she’s very shy when it comes to intimacy but is also very sensitive to MCs touch

despite her innocent looks she is an amazing dirty talker

MC is shook every time

very responsible and generous

when she goes out with Jumin and Seven she ends up paying for everything the latter wants even though Jumin is the rich one

she has the brightest smile and the cutest laugh but she’s very self conscious so she tries to show them as seldom as possible

luckily MC is great at making her laugh

even if what it takes is a tickle war

Saeran:

emo to the extremo

owns a lot of band merch

eye pencil is a must

no makeup other than that

except for mascara purple or black lipstick in special occasions

she loves eating AND making ice cream

but she needs to keep her tough facade so that she can defend her boyfriend from all the hoes that try to hit on him

when she’s alone with MC she really enjoys wearing cuter, girlier clothes

it was weird to her at the beginning but she started to love it when she received a VERY positive response from her boyfriend

very shy and blushy

wears flower crowns at home all the time

likes being cuddled by her boyfriend and doing activities together

she’s always the one who organizes dates

but the thing she enjoys the most is just chilling on the couch

when she feels lonely while hacking she asks MC to sit on her chair and let her sit on his lap

it’s usually at night so he sleepily rests his head on her back and falls asleep with his arms around her waist

she loves it

and when she’s done she stands up and gently kisses her boyfriend to wake him

then grabs his hand and leads him to their bed

and tucks him in before snuggling close to him

he’s still half asleep at this point so he doesn’t even realize it

but she’s really carin and loving and S O F T so she takes care of him in exchange for his support while she’s hacking

always pulls her sister’s hair to tease her

and it always turns into full on fights full of scratching and slapping

they love each other though

it’s playful

sort of

MASTERLIST

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stellalights · 7 years ago

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Miraculous Ladybug: Trip to Disney World AU

i’ve seen this AU a ton but I wanna put my own Disney World experiences into this AU. Also I know it’s more logical for this to take place in Disneyland Paris but i don’t know anything about it so they’re going to Disney World let’s do this

*disclaimer: this is extremely long

So Marinette is a total Disney fanatic.

She has all the movies from Snow White all the way to the end of the Disney renaissance period on VHS and the rest on DVD.

Her family goes to Disney World every three years and they go all out.

I’m talking Disney bounding. i’m talking enormous collections of hats, Mickey ears, and pins. 5 filled autograph books. scrapbooks of pictures of Marinette meeting the characters. they are experts when it comes to planning a trip to Disney World.

So one year her parents suggest that she invites her whole class to go with them.

Marinette’s like “hell yeah” and the class is like “hell yeah” which means Marinette gets to be in her favorite place in the world with her friends and ADRIEN. so now Marinette is panicking because this trip needs to be absolutely perfect.

Marinette plans the entire trip from the resort to the dining reservations to the fast passes. She is completely on top of everything, making a schedule around the dining, fast passes, and park events. It all must be perfect.

Trip day arrives, and after they’ve landed and settled in the hotel (the Contemporary), the class takes a bus to Disney Springs to do a little shopping before they go to the parks in the upcoming days.

Everyone goes off to find some sweet apparel and other merch.

Adrien is like a kid in a candy shop since he’s never been to Disney World, but he adores all the merchandise, and Marinette is just so happy because he’s so happy??

Marinette helps everyone pick out their headgear.

Juleka gets Maleficent ears, Rose gets Sleeping Beauty ones #girlfriends

Max, Kim, and Nino get Star Wars ones.

Ivan and Mylene get matching Minnie and Mickey ears

Chloe refuses to listen to Marinette’s suggestions and instead buys Rapunzel’s tiara

Alya gets the rose gold Minnie Mouse ears cause they are fabulous

Alix buys the Pluto cap

Adrien gets a simple Mickey hat with his name embroidered on it. Alya “Wingman” Cesaire tries to convince Marinette to get a Minnie hat with her name embroidered on it

Marinette freaks out and says no

Alya buys it for her (for the sake of love)

Marinette gives Alya the death stare as Alya places the hat on her head

Adrien is so happy to match Marinette

Next, they visit the art gallery which Marinette loves

Nathaniel admires every painting and even thinks of spending $600 on one of The Little Mermaid

Yes, it is that beautiful

They grab some dinner at The Boathouse which is amazing

Max suggests they all go to Disney Quest.

Marinette reluctantly tells him that it just closed down. They share a moment of silence

Next day is the first park day: Animal Kingdom.

Marinette does not fuck around.

She wakes everyone up at 6 am sharp because they need to get to Animal Kingdom before the park opens at 8 am so they can get to Pandora.

Marinette physically breaking into everyone’s room and ripping off their blankets

Even Chloe isn’t willing to test Marinette right now that’s how serious she is.

They take the bus to the park and head over to Flight of Passage (Best. Ride. Ever.).

Tom and Sabine go off and do their own thing (and do so the rest of the park days)

They hang around Pandora for a while, trying the food and watching the drum ceremony until their fast pass for the Na'vi River Journey is ready.

Alya strategically sits Adrien next to Marinette.

Adrien is in awe because he loves Avatar and he remembers every detail

Marinette continues to be so happy for him.

They ride the other rides

Adrien crying a little on Dinosaur as he flashes back to when Ladybug was almost eaten by Animan

Nino: “Adrien, dude, you know that ride was all animatronics, right?”

Adrien, traumatized: “Y-yeah I know.”

Rose holding onto Juleka during Expedition Everest

Kim holding onto Max during Expedition Everest

They do a little shopping, Marinette buying an Animal Kingdom pin just like every trip

Alix insisting they ride Flight of Passage one more time

Checking the wait time for it

It’s 225 minutes

Cue disappointed classmates

They watch the Rivers of Light show together, and head back to the resort

Next day: Epcot

Because the fast pass system sucks for Epcot, the class SPRINTS to Test Track before it gets crowded (or breaks down) because they had to choose between getting a fast pass for that, Soarin, or Frozen Ever After (and Marinette did NOT wanna wait on line for that so thus chooses Frozen Ever After for the fast pass slot)

Alya and Marinette bet Nino and Adrien that their car design will beat theirs and Nino and Adrien are all about it.

Alya and Marinette's car exceeds in all the tests and they brag about it for the rest of the day cause power girlfriends™

Next is Soarin which is Marinette's favorite ride in the park.

She literally cries from how beautiful it is

Adrien is kind of taken by how much she loves the ride and Disney World in general

He finds her passion inspiring

Time for world showcase!

Marinette's favorite pavilion is Italy because the food is delicious and the Venetian Carnival Masks in the store are her favorite

She traditionally buys a new one every trip

When Adrien visits the store in Japan, he is in literal tears

Anime products everywhere.

He spends $200 there on merch include a Sailor Moon keychain, a giant Pikachu plushie, and a Goku onesie

He also gets 6 different flavors of Pocky

Nino loves the Morocco pavilion (for obvious reasons) and he insists on snacking on the Moroccan food which turns out to be soo good.

Frozen Ever After time!

Adrien sings “Let It Go” with Elsa and everyone giggles but it's honestly adorable and he's pretty good at singing too??

They visit the other pavilions, including France where they all have a mini photo shoot together

Cue the class posing like Ladybug and Chat Noir in front of a fountain

Marinette and Alya posing as Ladybug and Chat Noir respectively

Adrien, seeing them pose, and asking Marinette to take pics with him in LB and CN poses

Why are these kids so clueless: a novel by me

They also meet Belle and Adrien cries a little because she’s such a believable Belle and he feels unworthy to be in the presence of a real Disney Princess

Marinette buys her Epcot pin, following tradition

They finish the night watching Illuminations in the Canada pavilion

Adrien lowkey watching Marinette watch the show because wow she loves it so much?

Marinette glancing at Adrien

Adrien quickly looking away and blushing (these kids I can’t with them)

NEXT: Hollywood Studios

Nino is SO HYPE. A park about film. It's everything he could want

Chloe insists on taking solo pics in front of Hollywood Boulevard

Everyone actually agrees

Adrien being the diva he is and Marinette close to fainting

First stop: Rock ‘n’ Rollercoaster

Quick photoshoot in front of the guitar, posing like Jagged Stone

Second stop: Toy Story Mania

Marinette and Max going all out

Max surprisingly winning the game

Marinette claims her cannon was broken and therefore was the leading cause of her loss

Third stop: Tower of Terror

Everyone is lowkey scared to ride, even Marinette who has ridden it hundreds of times

Alix suggests that they all dab when the photo is taken

No one knows when the photo is taken on the ride, so they all dab like 5 times

The picture actually turns out super funny, and they buy it

Fourth stop: Star Tours

Nino, Max, and Kim fangirl so hard

Kim tries to join the Jedi Training show, but is #rejected for being too old

Alix steals a pair of 3D glasses from the ride

Fifth stop: The Great Movie Ride

Marinette ADORES this ride because it’s a tribute to classic movies

She loves everything about it from the cheesy tour guide to the montage of movies at the end

She ends up crying after the ride is over because she remembers that it’s closing in the upcoming weeks

Classmates comfort Marinette

Marinette buys a Hollywood Studios pin

They watch the Star Wars firework show and head home

Time for the most important park day of all: Magic Kingdom

Marinette does not hesitate, bitch

She needs this day to be the best of the best

Marinette wears her Minnie Mouse Disney bound which makes all the classmates’ hearts skip a beat

like she is so pretty in her red dress with white polka dots, yellow converse, block stockings, space buns, and bow in her hair

They get to the park and Alya insists on taking pics of Marinette in front of the castle

Marinette is a little embarrassed but she does it anyway

Adrien can not get over how cute she is like wow???

Alya catches Adrien staring at Marinette

Alya: “hey Mickey Mouse, why don’t you take a few pictures with Minnie?”

Adrien, caught off guard: “Wh-huh yeah sure!”

Marinette, using telepathy: “Alya, I will get you back for this.”

The pictures actually turning out amazing and Adrien makes one his phone wallpaper

Marinette once again almost passing out

They head to Space Mountain aka the best ride (before Flight of Passage was built that is)

Adrien loves it sooooo much he wants to ride it all day

but alas, the line is 110 minutes long after they exit the ride

They spend about an hour and a half in Tomorrowland

Next stop: Fantasyland, Marinette’s favorite area

Adrien finds the Princess Fairytale Hall and demands they get on line to meet Rapunzel, his favorite princess.

the line is 45 minutes, a bit much, but they let him

Adrien running up to Rapunzel and hugging her like a 5 year old child

He tells her how much he loved Tangled and that she is his idol

Rapunzel kisses his cheek and Adrien almost dies right there

Marinette gets a little jealous

Because it’s Florida, there’s a thunderstorm

The class quickly finding a place to take cover

Adrien trying to block the rain from Marinette so her outfit doesn’t get ruined

Marinette slipping on the wet ground and Adrien catching her

Cue insane blushing

They take this opportunity to see Philharmagic

Alix steals 3 pairs of the 3D glasses

Rose tells her to return them

Alix gives her a pair to keep her quiet

The storm clears out

3:00 pm: time for the Festival of Fantasy Parade!

Marinette singing the parade music because she knows it by heart

Flynn Rider winks at Sabrina

Sabrina actually fainting due to a mixture of heat, dehydration, and Eugene Fitzherbert

The paramedics come to take Sabrina to the infirmary

Sabine offers to stay with her

The whole class in awe when Dragon!Maleficent breathes fire

After the parade, the class proceeds to go on the rest of the rides

They dab during the Splash Mountain photo

Ivan comforts Mylene during the Haunted Mansion

Everyone sings “Heigh-Ho” on the Dwarf Mine Coaster

Also singing during Pirates of the Caribbean

Snack Break!

Marinette buys everyone Dole Whips because they are amazing

More rides, more photos, more fun

8:00 pm: 1 hour until the fireworks

Marinette insists that they must get their spot now

They play Heads-Up on Alya’s phone to help pass the time

Sabrina and Sabine rejoin the group

9:00 pm: time for Happily Ever After

Marinette has never actually seen this show because it’s fairly new

The whole class is in awe

Halfway through the show, Marinette bursts out into tears because the show is just so well done

The music, the fireworks, the projections on the castle, it just brings back all her memories watching Disney movies

Adrien sees this and puts his hand on her shoulder

Marinette panics, but Adrien gives her a soft smile and she’s smiles back

The show ends, being the perfect finale to a perfect trip

On their way out of the park, Adrien realizes that Marinette never bought her pin from Magic Kingdom yet and decides to buy one for her on Main Street

They head back to their hotel and begin packing for their departure in the morning

Adrien knocks on the door to Marinette and Alya’s room

He thanks her for making the trip so amazing and magical

He then pulls out the Magic Kingdom pin from his pocket and gives it to her as a thank you

Marinette, face as red as a tomato, freezes for a moment

Alya is eating this up

Marinette takes a breath and hugs Adrien, thanking him for also making this trip amazing for her

I definitely would like to go into more detail about each individual day, but here’s a summary of basically all the points I wanted to hit! If you have any ideas/headcanons please send them my way I’d love to hear them :D

#miraculous ladybug #disney au #ml disney au #adrienette #stella writes #jsdknkd i love disney trip aus save me #this is so long wow i'm sorry

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eris0330 · 8 years ago

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Mine

Pairing: Hoseokxreader

Genre: Fluff

Sum: You’re in a famous idol group called “Starlight”, with seven members that debuted with a Hip Hop song. Granted the popularity through the year, you’re a group that got a chance to do a dance collaboration with BTS at MAMA. It all sounded like rainbows and giggles, dancing with your most favourited and respected person in the industry, until it was announced to be a sexy concept. Paired with your one and only, Hoseok.

Word count: 6.6k

A/N: I was out of ideas for a name, so I’m sorry if it doesn’t fit. But I felt, that putting “(group name)” was so uncreative, and I couldn’t keep out a group name. I choose I song I was familiar with, so it was “Beast” by Mia Martina, because I have heard it a lot in vines, used for ‘sexy’ edits. (I lowkey thought of Luhan - “LU”, which I recommend for you to listen to, then you will understand, why I wanted to choose that and didn’t) (Listened to Lay - Lose control, which I strongly recommend for you to listen to. His voice is great and dancing on point)

In a small room, pressed shoulder by shoulder and a wide black table in a white room. Eight boys, and Eight girls. The sounds of talking in the other end, where the managers are talking together. While you and the other girls, including BTS, must figure out a song for your stage. The sky was bright, with too many white clouds. The creaked window, letting in a cold breeze.

“How about Adult ceremony?” Jess suggested, who was the main vocal in your group. Her blonde hair in a ponytail swaying on her sleek back, making you go in a daze, there hasn’t been a day since your debut, she had let her hair fall to her shoulders.

“Jungkook and Jimin did that on their 3rd year anniversary, I think it’s a bad idea to use the song twice. Is there any Korean song, we can use for this concept?” A voice responding on your left side, as Elijah’s embarrassed face showed. The boys on the other side, was occupied thinking about a song for this specific concept. The managers were in a debate, if a sexy concept would spike up the popularity, or just create scandals. It was your first time, doing an adult/sexy concept in your career. There was something about it, that was making it seem impossible, but with the boys, it would probably go smoothly. They have been stepping up their game with the adult concepts, since their Wings promotions.

“Does it have to be a Korean song? Why not an English song?” Jimin suggested, making Namjoon nod in advance. Everyone hummed along, still in a state of confusion. Not only did half of you not speak English, but it had to fit with the lyrics, for the people that watched.

“YEAH an English song with a nice beat?” JJ suggested with a light smile. She was the second vocal, in your group. The eldest, that wasn’t that great in dancing and found it easiest, getting a song with an easy beat. JJ was kind of like Jin, but with boobs.

“We can’t just do ‘any’ English song” Hoseok spoke beside Namjoon, fiddling with a pen. His slim fingers embracing the black pen, as his eyes scanned the paper of suggested songs. His eyebrows knitted together, while his light brown hair covered his forehead.

“Why not?” Jin questioned with a perplexed look at his younger member, leaning forward. His wide shoulders nudging against Yoongi, as the black-haired man shoved back lightly. Hoseok’s eyes leaving the paper to look at his friend, with his mouth lightly gapped-

“Because it needs to fit with the lyrics. Our dance isn’t just going to be ‘sexy’ with body rolls and all that stuff. Every move, tells a story and mesmerise the crowd, with not only lewd moves. The lyrics, almost tells us what to do, with the beat along.” You blurted out, not giving it a second thought. The room became silent, with all eyes on your lazy body. No one spoke a word, making the breaths you took, the only sound. Realising your sentence was heard and stopped the conversation, made your cheeks flushed. Grabbing the warm flesh, you regretted what had been done.

“That’s right.” A voice so calm and husky, made you look for the source. Hoseok’s eyes was pointed at you, with his brown orbs of crystals. A shining smile that melted away your worries, within seconds. “Even though, a lot of people would go crazy over body rolls. In dancing, it tells a story for every move or word.” His sentence that only heated your cheeks more, but it didn’t matter at this point. As a dancer, he knew what it means and why.

“What do you suggest Y/N?” Yoongi spoke from afar, as he grabbed the paper from Hoseok. His tired eyes pointed at you, while he folded the paper in half.

“How about ‘Beast by Mia Martina’?” Suggesting a song, you were familiar with, which wasn’t only easy at beat, but the lyrics wasn’t directly sexy, yet daring. It was worth a shot, as Yoongi nodded along to your voice. Getting handed an Ipad from your leader Helia, you found the song on Youtube, to show the others what it was. The beat flowing into the room, as most of the members nodded along the rhythm.

While the song played, you noticed how Hoseok closed his eyes to the song. His jaw was clenching at times, and biting his lip till it were flushed red. Nodding at every beat, seeing his fingers tap on the table. Was he counting? Mesmerised by his state, it reminded you of a flower in the garden outside. Beautifully swaying against the wind, because it couldn’t resist. After the song ended, his eyes were landed onto your dazed state. The gaze that always drew you in, when watching him on stage as he lightly smirked. Everyone agreed to do the song, while everything got into planning.

“Let’s go for that song. Hoseok is going to be doing the choreography. Jungkook, Jin and Jimin will be doing verses. Hoseok and Taehyung will be doing chorus. Yoongi and Me will be doing Rap. We will all be dancing, but we still need to record a studio version of our own. Have you decided how the roles are put?” Namjoon spoke gently, as he scribbled on the folded piece of paper. Helia as the Leader of your group, cleared her throat before returning an answer.

“Elijah, Jess and me, will be doing verses. JJ and Eunji will be doing Chorus. Y/N and Youngji will be doing rap parts. Since Y/N usually does our choreography, I think it’s best to give the role to her.” Helia responded fondly, as she looked at your members. Everyone nodding to the suggestion, while the managers returned with a prettier printed version of a schedule.

Everyone seemed excited of this stage, getting the last parts into place. You had two weeks to come up with a choreography, and have every member learn. Feeling pressured, already thinking of the moves, Hoseok came over to your side on the table, as others talked with their dance partner.

“I think we should get started as soon as possible, when will you be free?” A gentle voice making your knees weak, while everything around you disappeared. Almost falling over your words, you fiddled with the hem of your shirt, like you always did when you became nervous or panicked.

“Y-Yes, I agree! How about tomorrow?” You suggested, but the warmth within your cheeks were about to explode. Panicking, that tomorrow would be too soon, or too late. What would he think? You didn’t want to scare him away, not already. His pure soul, was too precious for your nervous state around him. A smile creeped along his lips, while he chuckled at you. The sound that made the nerves in your body stop jumping, making you exhale. “Sure, tomorrow sounds good. We will be going to a photoshoot first, but we’re finished around 5 pm, will you be able to be there?” He spoke lightly, not trying to seem pushy, wanting to be near you already.

“It sounds good, I’ll be ready. Bighit white room?” You questioned, letting a smile dance on your lips, thinking of being around your inspirational source. The longer you lingered around him, the calmer you got- “Guys, we need to move further. The recording of a CF starts in two hours and we need to drive there too” A booming voice, interrupting the pleasant atmosphere that grew between you. Yoongi stood up from his chair, as the other members followed along. Your members kindly told them goodbye, planning another time to record a studio version.

“Yeah, I’ll see you then” Another voice speaking in your ear, because of the chairs alarming along the floor. Laughter, words and giggles were muffled as Hoseok’s voice stuck into your mind. Before he turned around, a slight wink approached your sight, making your heated cheeks finally explode. Rather than being offended and thinking it was too far, the heat building in your core, told you otherwise. The boys left the room within minutes, making you and the other girls stand by. Elijah tapped over to your side, nudging with her elbow to get your attention.

“So? Was is better than you expected?” She questioned curiously, tugging onto your arm. Your eyes still lingered at the back of his, from afar in the hall, replaying the wink you received. Muttering a few words, Elijah couldn’t hear it properly making her continue to nag with questions.

“We’ll see.”

“Welcome, just down the hall on the right” A female staff in the building, noticed your distress of not being able to find the practice room. Besides being here once before, years back, everything seemed like the first time. The wide hallways continuing, with doors appearing on each side and the sound of your shoes tapping against the floor.

“It’s here, tell me if you need anything” The staff proceeded to talk, reaching an arm out to point at a white door. ‘Practice’ aligned the woodened door, made you realise how stupid it was that you couldn’t find it yourself. Going inside, was like a dream. You had always seen it in videos, or on Vlive. Dancing, and the mirrors reflecting the moves like a movie. A stereo was placed not too far away, made you drop your bag to find your Ipod. Hoseok hasn’t appeared, realising that stretching and beginning by yourself would be better than wait, and do nothing.

The stereo was old fashioned, but easy to use. Within minutes, you had gotten the music to successfully play in the empty room. While stretching your body to the fullest, you noticed the floor scratches and cracks on the wall. It wasn’t as pretty, like on videos, but still beautiful, as it was marks of hard work. Finishing up the last stretch, you put on the song. A familiar beat echoed in the room, making your body follow along randomly. You had a thought in your head, of how the dance had to be, but it was only perfect with a partner. At times, you found a perfect move, continuing to do it, memorising it all. Soon, a dance would be formed fully out of creativity and inspiration from things along the lyrics. Sweat dropping from your forehead, wasn’t a thing that made you stop, because the music got the best of you. It was one of the things you loved about your work, how the beat made your bones dance naturally out of habit and the way it switched your feelings, in an instant. There was no memory, of how many times the song has been playing, or when you arrived in the practice room. Like always, dancing made time fly away to disappear.

“Thirsty?” A familiar voice approaching, as the last beats dreaded out. Turning around with sweat running down your top, and heavy breaths. Hoseok was standing by the door, with his black pants and matching shirt. His face was clean, yet perfect and his hair was still styled from the photoshoot. Handing you a water bottle, he walked closer. His smile that was hard to erase, comforted you.

“Yeah, thanks” You spoke silently, grabbing the cold content in your hands. Gulping down the ice liquid, was a blessing to your throat and body.

“How long have you been here?” You asked curiously, twisting the cap onto the bottle again. His bag was placed besides yours, as he gave out a light giggle. “Since you played the song, about 4 minutes maybe? I didn’t want to stop you, while you started dancing.” He spoke, crouching down to zip his bag close.

Putting the water bottle away, you looked in the mirror. Your hair was messy, gross, sweaty and not sexy or cute at all. You were, probably in your worst form, in front of your ‘crush’. But why, didn’t you feel like you were at your worst?

“It’s a couple dance, and I noticed that some moves might be improved. Will you teach me?” He suggested, walking over to your spot. Hands in his pocket, he examined your body. Noticing his eyes scanning, it became a lot harder to teach him. His gaze was always calming, but so seductive it hurt.

“Okay…” You started showed him the first 7 steps. His eyes scanning to memories and try alongside you, it became easier to teach. Hoseok was a quick learner, and putting on the music, it was faster. He was like a robot, but granted with talent. While you took a break, he continued to dance and try out solo moves. Not able to take your eyes away from his smooth body, and movements which took you back into a daze, was incredible. You remembered, how the first time as a trainee, the way he danced on live camera. Speedy steps, rolling body and muscles aligning against the fabric of his clothing. You have always wanted to see it in real life, up close. To learn, to teach and to touch.

“It’s almost 12 am, should we try the couple steps and then call it a day?” He huffed to your side, grabbing the water bottle on the table. The veins on his neck and arms were pumping and visible, enough to let your eyes draw to them. Standing from the ground, you looked at the clock with amazement. Another time, where a clock didn’t exist.

“Let’s do it” You spoke determent, making him smile. Being in the same room for hours, even without a proper talk, it was like you knew him already. His jokes and laughter contagious, to make your stomach hurt. The positivity that shines through his skin and words, while seriousness in his eyes came when he started dancing.

Skipping the solo parts, you went directly for the couple moves. None of you have done a proper training, for the couple dancing parts. It was again, something that came naturally when the music played. There was no time for questioning, as Hoseok grabbed your hand. The sweatiness and electricity running through veins, was enough for your feet to dance. The music booming through the room, while the two of you, tried out different types of moves. His hand along your waist, hips and thighs, being cautious. The eye-catching moments, as he flashed you a smirk whenever he could. Hoseok was charming, and he knew it. It was fun, but daring at times, when his hand landed elsewhere than the curve of your back. Without apologising for touching your butt, you continued to dance. The boundaries of touching bodies, was made within the steps of your dancing. An aura, so unbreakable it steamed the mirrors. The last beat came to an end, letting you fall into his arms and the huffing was the only sound. Merely millimetres away, feeling each other’s exhales on your skin, while his hands were firmly holding onto you. Your hand was placed on his chest, to feel his heart race against time. It was a moment, where everything stopped. Noticing his long eyelashes and slim nose. The way his eyes were shaped and imperfections up close, was more beautiful than you had ever imagined. His pumped lips, which was closer than you’d think. One move, would turn into a kiss. After seconds that felt like minutes, he lifted you from the hovering position. Your mind coming clear, as your cheeks burned. Not from the dance, but from the closeness of another person. Hoseok turned around to grab your Ipod, while you grabbed some water to cool down. His sweaty back pointed at you, like the day before, noticing his muscles showing off. It was probably like your own, stinging in a pleasurable pain.

“It’s a try and error thing” You commented, gulping the last water. Hoseok huffed, not turning around from his position against the stereo. If he did, you would probably see the same heated cheeks, like your own.

“I think we can make it work, but we need some sleep. We can meet up tomorrow at the same time?” He suggested, as you packed the stuff into your bag. Pulling it over your shoulder, you remembered the tight schedule you had incoming, but staying with Hoseok to dance, was worth the stress.

“Helia is here, so I will be going first. Tomorrow we can meet at 5 pm again, but don’t be late” You joked, seeing the smile on his face grow larger. Waving goodbye, you left the room in a heated state. Hoseok’s hand was still waving, not realising you’re gone already. Your presence wasn’t here, but the closeness of your body, was still imprinted on his skin. Taking out his phone, he chuckled making a new appointment for 5:05 pm.

“To see you dance like that without me here, is worth being 5 minutes late.”

“He’s late again…” You muttered, standing in the middle of the white room. A scent of sweat from previous trainees has been using it, while you were gone. Your clock on the wrist, told that you weren’t too early either. As far as you had known, Hoseok didn’t seem the kind to be late a lot.

“Then I’ll just start without you, fool” Plugging in your Ipod, and stretching your limbs to the fullest. Everything came to you like usual, but this time, instead of doing the choreography that was planned, you freestyled. ‘Spring day’ was playing on your shuffle list, making you bring out the ballet girl inside. Your muscles already aching, being in the middle of a chorus. Giving into the pain, you sat down exhausted.

“You should keep going…” A voice from behind, with a body posture relaxed against the wall. The same kind of dancing outfit like yesterday, with messy hair. “I told you not to be late again, you fool” You commented out of breath, seeing his smile widen.

“I told you to keep going… It looked good” He continued, making you glare at the man. “It’s exhausting. Have you even tried dancing ballet? My muscles are screaming” You responded, folding your arms in a cross. Hoseok didn’t seem to give up, as he walked closer. Taking his jacket off, he threw it across the floor while his short-cut t-shirt showed his beautiful tanned skin.

“You asked for it” His husky voice coming close to your ears, as his fingertips danced on your arms. His smooth skin pressed against you, lifting you from the ground without protest, like a feather. Hoseok was a magnet, and he knew how to control it. Turning it on, he swung you in a pirouette before his fingers gripped fondly on your waist. Lifting you like a bird, your body gave in. The aching and painful muscles were still screaming, but not to stop the practice. They were screaming for him. Your flexibility made it possible, for a beautiful finish with a swan pose against his body.

“Since when did you dance ballet?” You questioned, grabbing the cold-water bottle. Wobbling across the dirty floor, gulping it down as a champ. “Some time ago, thanks to the TV and Jimin showed off one day his skills while we were practicing. I think I can absorb any talent” He chuckled, grabbing his own water bottle.

“No wonder you’re so talented…” You muttered against the empty bottle. “Excuse me?” He blurted out, taking a deep breath from the intake of H2O. “Oh nothing, let’s get started with the choreography” You chimed, skipping along the floor as his eyes followed. Shrugging on his shoulders, he put on the song that you prepared, and going into place.

This time, you decided what moves should be made as the song played on a low. Even for how fun it was, this time it was serious, memorising every move to puzzle together. Hours continued, doing solos and trying out the moves together. Sweat running down your body, heating up the room to steam the blank mirrors. The full moon rising, and you finally pieced a full choreography together. Hoseok’s damped hair and red cheeks, made you giggle inside. He looked hot, literally.

“Let’s get some water, before trying out the choreography.” You suggested the puffing man in front, skipping over to the table. His body dragged along the floor, to stand beside you. His bare arm touching lightly your own, feeling his sticky hot skin. It didn’t matter how many times, you have accidentally touched each other, but he succeeded to always send electricity through your body. Moving away, for not getting noticed of your red tinted cheeks. It wasn’t fair, that he could be so calm, while you turned into a tomato by a single touch.

“Is something wrong?” He asked curiously letting his eyes fall on your turned back, setting down his water bottle. “Oh- nothing. Just, water.” Mentally slapping yourself, you let out a tired laugh. Your heated cheeks wouldn’t stop burning, making it impossible to seem like a regular dancer.

“Are you sure?” Hoseok is very persistent, as his hand fell on your shoulder. The same wave of electricity and pleasurable pain rushed over your body, giving into the touch. Turning your body in a swift movement, you were met with his golden face. Avoiding his eye contact, he examined your face. A smirk appeared on his face, noticing your obvious flustered state. It was almost too hard, not to tease you.

“Looks good, let’s continue to dance and wrap it up. The next five days we need to record the studio version, stage planning and then we probably have 2 more times before we have the others here to teach.” He spoke gently, squeezing your shoulder. His fingers digging into your skin, melting away like winter.

“Yeah…” You answered, still unable to look him in the eyes. Was he messing with you? Did he not notice your red cheeks? Here you were, unable to control your hormones and yet, he’s still calm as ever. If you were able to, tackling him wouldn’t be a problem. But you didn’t know, for how much longer you could be close to his warm body.

“Elijah, please stop it…” You responded annoyingly, reading the scribbled paper of words. “Come on Y/N! He’s totally looking at you!” It has only been two hours, of your band mate’s blabbering. 14 people squeezed inside a medium sized room, to record the studio version. It was almost unbearable, hearing Elijah’s words in your ear.

“Do I really have to remind you, that we’re ‘co-workers’ and just here because of a ‘contract’?” You muttered, reading the words once again. You and Youngji would be doing a part of the improvised rap, but you were ‘lucky’ getting most of the parts. Memorising the English words, was harder than remembering the choreography. Your head, was about to explode.

“I know, but don’t you see? His eyes keep trailing over to you! It’s not normal between ‘co-workers’!” She continued to whisper eagerly, making you knit your brows in annoyance. “I swear Elijah, if hitting you, will you shut up, I will not hesitate.” You threatened, trying to focus on the lyrics. Her face turning into a puppy, still wanting to keep talking but she knew, when you started threatening, it wasn’t a joke. But it wasn’t that you didn’t see, Hoseok’s burning gaze on your body. The elevator looks of up and down, while you scribbled and erased parts. His lip bites and eye smile, when you caught him. He was driving you crazy, when your heated cheeks threatened to appear. No one, would leave you alone, if anyone saw.

“Let’s try some of the chorus parts, Hoseok, Taehyung, Eunji and JJ, go into the recording area and put on the required headphones.” Yoongi spoke, sounding like a professional. It interested you, how he changed compared to in the meeting room. He was quiet, and didn’t say a lot. But in the studio, he was a whole another person, taking control.

“Try out the first sentence, let’s start with Eunji, Taehyung, Hoseok and JJ. Then go in a loop, we will change up as how it goes along.” He added, making everyone nod. Your eyes leaving the paper, to see your members working, supporting with giving them attention. But, Hoseok always snatched it away. His groovy and clean voice, charmed your ears. Always searching for more, but had to wait. The smile he always had, blinding when he caught you. His leg bumping to the beat and his fingers counting, closed eyes like in the meeting room. Immerged by him, your cheeks appeared without notice. He was, incredible.

“Can’t believe it has been five days of singing, my throat hurts. AND HE’S LATE AGAIN I SWEAR TO GOD!” You yelled out in the empty room, receiving only the echoes of your own voice. Annoyed, you stretched your body, but didn’t continue to dance. It was like, knowing you had to be around Hoseok, drained you. The way, you couldn’t touch him, as you wanted. A daring threat between you both, guiding not to do it. It was killing you inside, because all you wanted, was to be a little closer. It was sexually frustrating, walking around with a knot in the bottom of your stomach. Tightening, every time he held your hand.

“This is a first, I don’t see you dancing when I arrive.” Hoseok stepped in, putting down his bag. His aura of a sunshine approaching, while you continued to sit down. Your exhausted body, wasn’t ready when you were a ticking bomb. Your heart and stomach clenching already, by seeing his brown eyes.

“I guess I’m just tired” You muttered, with a lazy smile. Shrugging off the feeling, trying to pull out your professional side. Not allowing, him to mess with you like this.

“Let’s shorten it today then. I don’t think we need to do a lot, than dance the routine for a while. Making sure everything is planned out evenly” He spoke gently, petting your head once, before he walked over to the stereo. His slim fingers taking your Ipod, and letting the song play once, before he approached you. A hand stretched out for you to take, with his masculine body. Regretting with every bit of nerves, taking your hand in his. The burning sensation and playfully smile he plastered, tucking you in between his arms. Your head resting against his chest, feeling every beat inside. It was the first pose, waiting for the beginning of the song. Standing close, legs rubbing against each other. His nose dug into your hair, that thankfully didn’t smell like sweat.

First step. Second step. Dancing along the line of teasing and boundaries. Hands rummaging further than usual, feeling every inch of his skin on you. Giving into the feeling of his close warmth, moaning lightly but hoped the music silenced it. His harsh exhales against your ears and neck, making your hairs stand.

First verse, over. Chorus, was wilder than the verses. Solos, where you separate, feeling the cold breeze before his body found you again. Eye contact, telling him what to do. Telling him, you’re ready.

Second verse/bridge, begin. The beat getting louder and rap part, making you separate once more. His body flowing against your voice, with eyes locked. He wanted you to see him, wanted you to touch. The way your body swayed without a buffer, was mesmerising. He wanted it, taking claim of what drove him crazy.

His body meeting yours, as his hips rolled against yours from behind. Hands gripping your ribs and flowing down to your thighs. The mirror showed you his thirsty eyes, shining of lust, seeing your body and feeling it. A throbbing length beneath his underwear, poking on the lower part of your back. Cheeks burning of the feel, but not being able to touch. Grinding against the rhythm of the music, he groaned in your ear. His fingers squeezed tighter on your hips, wanting more. Turning you around to face his lustful eyes and feel of his lips against your own. His body pressuring you against the mirror, while the taste of him numbed your body. Paralyzed, feeling his hard member press against you, spreading your legs further to feel more. Your core screaming, wanting it to hit right at the centre. Your hands followed along his tightened muscles, deepening the kiss. Biting and nibbling, at the bottom of his lip. The same feeling of electricity and waves of heat, turning your core upside down. His hands gripping your thighs, to lift you up. Hands wrapped around his neck to be stable, he harassed your bare skin of your collarbones. Moans and groans colliding, wrapping your legs around his hips, you felt his member press against your wet centre. Only, a piece of fabric stopped it from continuing. Grinding and his thrust against each other, gave a sensation of release. Lips meeting again, feeling the swell of the pink flesh. The song coming to an end, and all was left, is your panting mess in the hold of his arms.

“I don’t think this was part of the choreography…” You mumbled against his lips, seeing his lashes blink. They were long and his pupils dilated of arousal. “It wasn’t… But I don’t see a problem with it” He bluntly spoke, searching for signals on your face. Did you want this too? Was he too forward? Was this the end? Were you disgusted?

“Me neither.” Your lips meeting again, to give a heartfelt kiss. It was long, craving and slow. Setting you down on the floor, you felt your wobbly legs were still present. Hoseok’s arms were holding you uptight, and your hands placed firmly on his chest. Every beat of his heart, imprinted in your hands.

“Just don’t tell the others…” You muttered, releasing your lips from his. A smile growing on his face, making you chuckle of the sight up close. “I agree, maybe we should continue to practice, then?” He suggested playfully, letting a kiss fall on your forehead. His hands swinging you into a pirouette, while letting a giggle escape.

Even continuing the choreography, it didn’t stop him from peppering you with kisses when he got the chance. In return, you let him. His hard member outstanding and grinding against you, wanting to help. After hours, your choreography was finished and outstanding to perfection. A kiss shared between secret lovers, when you separated to each dorm.

The following days where everyone was gathered, to learn the choreography. Both of you, kept away from kissing each other. Even though, the urge to kiss his full lips nagged. The way his gaze changed when he showed off the solo moves to his members, mesmerised with his movements like a dream. He was unreal. The first day, the solo moves were memorised. Not a single romantic touch was intertwined, making it hard for you to concentrate.

Within days, everyone has gotten the choreography to perfection like you and Hoseok. Using the studio version, to practice like on stage. Making it the best stages, of MAMA. Dirty and steamy mirrors, made you all take a break while it got removed.

“Come with me…” A voice whispering into your ear, as Hoseok passed by. His sweaty and broad back disappearing out of the exit, leaving you to decide if following him, is a good idea. Looking around in the practice room, everyone talked or were busy on their phones. Taking the leap of faith, you walked out, hoping no one would notice your absence. The halls were empty, and there was no sight of Hoseok elsewhere. Walking without a lead, someone grabbed your wrist as you passed a door. A familiar warmth embracing you, as his arms wrapped around your waist. His lips locked with yours, with a smile forming.

“There’s my princess” He mumbled against your neck, giving it a kiss of affection. You hummed in response, grabbing his hair, to feel the softness of the strings intertwine with your fingers. “I’m here”

The relationship between you two, wasn’t official. In fact, neither of you had talked about it. It was a bond, made without words. Because, you knew already.

“IT’S TODAY AND I CAN’T CONTROL MYSELF!” Elijah hooked to your arm, jumping up and down. The black dress with an open slip on the leg, giving it a tease to the audience. Helia had decided what dress you would be wearing and Namjoon decided for the boys. Their tuxedos and loose ties, giving them a classy, yet bad-boy feel. Your dress was aligned with glitter and thigh highs, with cut outs flashing your skin. Hair put into a half-updo, letting parts of it fall to your shoulders. You felt sexy and powerful in your outfit, standing with your members on each side. The boys greeting like usual, with their perfect hairstyle and tuxedo effect. Hoseok was a whole new man, seeing you with a new attire than practice clothes. His eyes widening of the sight, cursing of being unable to strip you with his sight.

“So, we’re all ready? Show is starting in 15 minutes” Taehyung spoke excitedly, clapping his hands of the achievement. Everyone gathered to give a cheer and good luck, but Hoseok had other plans before the stage. While the others prepared their voices, he grabbed your waist and guided you towards behind the curtains. Cramped, yet full of space, as he plastered another kiss on your red lips.

“You look beautiful Y/N…” He spoke gently, biting onto his lip. A hand gliding up against your thigh, making you shake in his touch. His fingers were merely centimetres away from your heat, wanting him to go further. “You’re not so bad yourself, Mr. Jung” You giggled, kissing him again before you fixed his loose tie. His dimples showing from his wide smile, pleasured by your comment. Even though, it was finally the MAMA stage, the biggest of them all, where everyone will be seeing your talent. Something saddened the situation, making your eyebrows knit and smile falter.

“What’s wrong?” Hoseok questioned, putting a strand of hair behind your ear. His worried and calming eyes, examining your face, cupping it with his hands. You shook lightly, and tried to smile. “It’s just… After the MAMA stage, we will be going back to what we usually do. The existence of not knowing each other, disappearing. Too busy, doing our own stuff.” You explained, with a pain forming in your chest. You didn’t want to give up the time with Hoseok, but as an idol, you knew it had to come. Too busy with promotions, barely getting a word out with each other. Not able to talk, listen or touch.

“Hey… Don’t think like that. You don’t know what will happen, maybe we will be working together again.” His voice was husky, as he knew the fate. His thumb brushing against your cheek, before it travelled down to your neck where your dress covered. Tucking at the black fabric, he came closer. “Besides, you’re mine” His lips crashing onto your bare skin, on the spot of weakness. Bruising and nibbling on it, making a mark. You shut your mouth, trying to keep your moans and whimpers away. His satisfied smile, of seeing the light blue mark form on your skin. Knowing, it will turn darker by time.

“Be positive, because you can’t predict the future.” He spoke gently, placing his forehead against yours. His eyelashes tickling your skin, while tucking you closer to him. “Also, since I know you’re wrong in what you just said. So, I can’t believe it.” He added with a smile, making you look at him perplexed.

“What do you mean?” You questioned, unsure what he meant. His eyebrows wiggling, wanting to laugh harder at your facial expression. “Because-“

“GET IN POSITION FOR “BEAST” STAGE WITH BTS AND STARLIGHTS” The staff yelled, gathering everyone together. Hoseok’s words were interrupted, making your grip harder around his arm. Wanting to know what he meant, he winked teasingly back.

“I’ll tell you after, good luck out there Princess” A kiss placed on your lips one last time, making it slow, yet in a hurry. His figure disappearing and hands slipping out of yours, walking towards his group. Taking in a deep breath, you followed along to meet with Starlights.

Namjoon starting off, as you all followed after the plan. All paired up, meeting in the middle with your destined partner. The crowd cheering screaming, and other idols from afar. Their hands in the air, as the beat made the whole room vibrate. Your hand meeting with Hoseok’s, swinging you around and holding you tight. Body rolling in sync, teasing with your bare leg for the audience. Whistles and screams mixed into one, coming to a close. Light show and fog machine blasting on, as your part came. As rehearsed, Hoseok was dancing in front, while you were rapping. Your skills in moving your body according to his, while spitting the words. It was a success and tears formed in your eyes of joy, getting back into your spots. Hoseok’s gaze was better on stage, than in a practice room. It was breath taking. Finishing off in the pose you created, his face was close to yours, nose almost touching. The urge of kissing him, was hard, when the crowd could see everything. Your last dance, together.

“I’m so hot!”

“That was amazing!”

“Great job!”

“I hope they didn’t see I slipped”

Everyone complimented and recapped what had been happening, the adrenaline still rushing through their veins. Out of breath, grapping the water nearest. Realising the achievement was fulfilled, doing a stage for MAMA, including with your inspiration of a person, Hoseok. You were happy, but still sad, thinking it will change from now on. His lips, hands and presence, gone.

“Don’t look so sad, we just performed” Hoseok came over to stand in front of you, grabbing your shoulders, caressing them with his fingers. His smile and sweat on his forehead glistering at the light above, keeping you from staying sad. “I know, I am happy, without a doubt” You spoke, with a pained smile.

His lips pursed into a thin line, tucking you into a hug. His arms locking you from leaving, feeling shocked by his touch. “Hoseo-“

“You were wrong” His words interrupting, sniffing in your scent. The feel of his heart, syncing with yours. “Before the arrangement of MAMA, I knew about you. You don’t know, how many times I tried to pursue Bighit, with doing a collaboration with Startlights. Your dancing, smile and personality, was all it took to blow me away. So, you’re wrong. We weren’t at a state of ‘not an existence’ in each other’s lives, because you filled mine from day one. I was always late, seeing you being immerged in dancing. It was like a dream, praying it wouldn’t stop.” He spoke gently, making you feel warm and tears forming in the corner of your eyes.

“Hoseok… How are we going to do this?” You asked, trying to think positive. There was nothing in the world, you would rather do, than be beside him. His eyes returning to yours, seeing the galaxy on display.

“I love you, Y/N.” He blurted out, smiling fondly. His lips brushing against yours, feeling the salvation travel along the skin. “It doesn’t matter if I don’t see you every day, or every minute. Because as I said-“ His lips releasing, to tug on the fabric around your neck. The purple mark responding, with catching his eyes.

“You’re mine.”

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