#once again i’ll clarify that i’m not a professional

[blueberrywhale123]

That was amazing. Could you compare Leon to Tomas vocally?

I’ll give it a shot! I’m not the best at compare and contrast though so I hope this is intelligible.

First things first, Tomás is a tenor, no doubt in my mind. Not too big of a shock I hope😆, now if one of the characters was a baritone then I’d be shocked.

So as a tenor, his typical range is the same (theoretically) C3-B4. Tomás has a nice and clear tone, his voice is bright and has a very pingy quality when he goes high, pingier (more pingy?) than León. The only way I could really describe his voice is fragile???? I don’t want to say brittle cuz it’s not, so maybe fragile is the closest word I can find and I’ll just fix it later if I find a better word. Possibly thready.

In his songs, Tomás has a very sweet and sensitive tone to his voice. There isn’t too much fullness or power behind the vocals when he sings something like Voy Por Ti so it comes out a bit thready. But that sweet and soft tone does suit his songs. León just has more range with what he can act with his voice then Tomás does.

He’ll sometimes distress his voice which sounds nice. His technique for switching from chest to head is good and his runs are pleasant as well.

He also has a tendency to string his words together and not fully enunciate them. And there are certain songs and styles where this is more acceptable. This is a little problem I always had and my vocal coach once told me that it must mean I was meant to sing jazz😂 It could also be his Spanish accent tho cuz there are some things he pronounces the same as Diego.

Now, to really compare the two, I listened to their Voy Por Ti trio with Violetta ALOT. And Verte De Lejos. A. Lot.

What I can come up with is that while they are both tenors, the strength of their voices is very different. León has more power behind his belting notes and his enunciation is very clear. When they sing Voy Por Ti, It’s obvious. León is practically punching the syllables out of his mouth and Tomás is letting them slid off his tongue. Which I feel is very in character for them. I’d hate to call him a sloppy singer cuz he’s not, he’s using his technique well, its just that at times you can get that impression; perhaps a better term is laidback. They blend well in my opinion.

So in conclusion, León is the more powerful vocally and Tomás is a bit thready but he is no slouch. They’re styles of singing are just very different.

[whateverwillbewilderme]

Ford f*cks you in the name of science

Word count:2085

Warnings:F/M, medical kink, medical experimentation, examination, sexual experimentation, dubious consent, internal camera, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, friends to… something, sexual inexperience, bad sexual conduct in general

You gotta love Ford really. He’s smart, kind, and handsome too. There’s lots to love about a man who loves his family and only strives to be better for the sake of them and science. But god damn can he be stupid sometimes.

“Naturally, I’ll compensate you for your help today [name],” Ford says more professionally than the situation calls for. More than it deserves actually. It’s hard to be professional when your legs are up in stirrups and the only thing shielding your crotch from being visible to Ford is a thin sheet he gave you.

“And why exactly do you need to study my vagina ford?” You ask brusquely.

“Well- not your vagina exactly, your pelvic muscles. I need to see how your muscles react to certain stimuli.” He seems to stammer a bit at the bluntness of your question. But his answer seems ‘sciencey’ enough for you to believe he has no dubious intentions.

He turns away from the janky examination chair he set up for you and grabs what could be confused for a vibrator bullet connected to a long wire from his desk. “I made this specifically for this study, using the simplistic design of a common bullet vibrator with a hidden camera!” It’s odd how proud Ford is of his little creation, holding it up like it was the newest phone that everyone would go crazy over. “I will insert this inside you to capture the movements of your vaginal canal while the stimuli is in motion.” He explains naturally, his genius mind on science-mode (as you heard Stanley call it affectionately).

“So you’re gonna make me cum to see how my body reacts from the inside?” You clarify.

“Precisely my dear!” He says, proud that you understand. “I’m sure this will be helpful in my studies of reproductive biology in anomalies in gravity falls! If I completely understand coitus from a human perspective I can use it as a basis for my hypothesis for anomaly breeding!”.

You decide that this is weird and Stanford is way too excited to do this. But he is a good friend, so you suppose you can suffer through the awkwardness of letting your best friend make you cum. “ I guess that sounds reasonable.”

“Wonderful [name]! We must get straight to this!” Of course no foreplay. Ford's hands eagerly pull the sheet covering you off quickly, leaving you to try and clench your thighs closed instinctively. The stirrups hold strong enough against your attempt though and your movements are hopeless.

Ford turns back to his desk, fiddling with the computer to turn on his insertable camera. Once making sure it works correctly, he grabs a plain bottle of lube coating the metal frame of the camera completely before turning back to you. “Now, are you ready?” He says, excited to continue his experiment. You can only nod once before the tip of the camera is pressed against your entrance. A sharp intake of air and a grunt is enough to get Ford to slow down. “Sorry- sorry- should I have been slower?” Ford asks genuinely. “Fuck yeah, Ford! No prep or nothing?” You growl, “You’re this old and you still don’t know it’ll hurt if you force something inside me?”

The lubed-up camera almost slips out of Ford's six-finger grip as you reprimand him. In his defense, he does look guilty. “I’m sorry- I’m very unaware of human women’s body behavior- I wasn’t particularly popular with women when I was younger and the aliens I came across only copulated to reproduce.” He explained. For the first time, his cheeks flush a little in embarrassment. “You- you might have to teach me how to ‘warm you up’.” He infers, unsure of how to refer to the act. A sigh escapes you as you realize this is probably gonna be longer than you wanted it to go for. “God- okay. Grab the lube again, and put that damn camera down.” You order. He follows the orders quickly, dropping his precious invention on a medical tray and returning with the bottle, looking at you eagerly waiting for the next order. “Fuck… okay now did you bring an actual vibrator or something?” You ask, ashamed that this is a conversation you have to have. “Why would I?” He says obliviously.

What.

“Ford, what were you going to use to stimulate me exactly?” You ask exasperated.

“My penis of course?” He responds as if you asked a dumb question. “This is to study breeding habits in creatures, so I need to see how you react to an actual penis, not some plastic toy that goes vroom.”

“So you were going to fuck me. You were going to fuck me and you didn’t even tell me?” Ford immediately understands how fucked that sounds.

“…”

he’s embarrassed now.

“I understand where your worry is coming from now.” He mutters.

You sigh, almost ashamed at how dumb this genius could be. “Ya know what it’s fine. Totally chill.” You say, trying to convince yourself. “Let’s just get this over with.” He only nods silently, still too ashamed to say anything else.

“Put some lube on your fingers and s-start rubbing my…” you can only gesture to your crotch, too embarrassed to fully speak out the steps. He covers his index and middle fingers with a generous amount of gel but hesitates to actually touch. He lets out a shaky breath before the pads of his sticky fingers press down on your clit, slathering some of the lubricant over the small bundle of nerves before rubbing small circles over it.

It’s a shame how unsexy this scenario is because his hands do feel really good. Or maybe it’s just been too long since you’ve been properly fucked. Your breath hitches as he caresses you gently, putting down a little more pressure when he notices your breath change. “Yeah- like that.” You choke out, trying to keep any moans from slipping past your lips. You can feel a pulse in your core, and when ford drags his fingers down your slit they come back glistening with a layer of your arousal coating them. Ford continues the motions for a few minutes, getting the hang of the movements well enough that your thighs tense around the edges of the leg rests. “You- you can try slipping a finger in. Gently.” You say, biting down on your lip. He doesn’t nod or say anything, just moving his attention to your weeping hole. His eyes are trained on the whole mess between your legs, as if creating a mental diagram of what your messy pussy looks like right now. He pushes his index finger in, slowly moving it in deeper until he’s in at the knuckle.

“Fascinating. Your muscles relax as stimulation is given, allowing for more to be inserted.” He mumbles to himself. Removing his hand, he grabs the forgotten and cold camera. “Forgive me, but I think it’s best we start using this now before we go to far ahead.” He insists. Luckily this time there’s no resistance, and it slips in easily, your walls forming around it. His eyes are trained towards the monitor showing the feedback of the camera. His fingers slip back in, now two instead of one. Clenching your eyes shut and breathing deeply, a small moan escapes past your lips as ford watches the screen, moving his fingers at a steady pace. “Good. Good. You’re clenching around them you know? Oh well I’m sure you do know, you probably feel it more than I do.” He says, mind on auto pilot.

“F-fuck…”

“Hmm? Is this affecting you now? It must be since your body is responding so strongly. You’re wet too. I knew women created their own lubrications but this is more than I expected. My fingers are soaked [name].” It’s terrible how good he sounds when he’s not even trying to talk dirty. You can’t help but let your noises out now, you’re lightheaded from keeping them in for so long. “Ah- ford- it’s just a lot-“ you try and say between cries of pleasure.

“If this is a lot how will you take my cock, hmm? Please just be good and let me continue with my studies a little longer, okay?” He asks, voice low and intimidating, but so fucking hot.

He removes his fingers and while he initially moves to wipe the slick off of it on his pants, he curiously brings them to his lips, licking off whatever juices still soaked him. “How… interesting.” He simply says. “We’ll have to do this again. I’d like to see how you react to oral stimulation next time.” He suggests, his (now clean) hands reaching to undo his belt next. Pushing down his pants and underwear In one motion his cock springs up, already hard.

Looking down at it you can’t help but be a little intimidated. Fords not exactly a small man, and his manhood isn’t either. It’s a nice and satisfying 7 inches or so and delightfully girthy. Little grey curly hairs bunch up around the base of it but it doesn’t make his cock any less attractive. Too busy ogling at his member, ford smirks as he lines himself up to your entrance. “I’m glad you like it.” He says cockily. Ford grunts as he thrusts in slowly, his inches stretching you further despite the prepping. His hands grip down onto the chair as he forces the rest of his length inside. “Fuck- i get it now. Your- so fucking tight!” He growls, leaning over you in a pure display of dominance.

“You’re squeezing me so well you know?” He rasps. his hand takes your chin and forces your gaze on the monitor. “Look. Do you see how your body reacts to me?” It’s impossible to speak right now, head to hazy to think about forming sentences right now. All you can manage to mumble out is a “uh-uh” between moans, eyes trained on the camera feed showing fords cock piston in and out of you.

A particularly harsh thrust causes the tip of fords cock so deep that it bumps against your cervix. It hurts, but the pain mixes deliciously with the immense pleasure you also feel that you decide you don’t mind. “Ford-“ you cry out, walls spasming as you cum, muscles tightening around fords cock. “There it is… that’s what I wanted to see…” he growls, watching the screen intently. Looking back down at you, ford grips down on your hips hard and thrusts faster, chasing his own high now. The change in pace makes your thighs shake, moaning wildly as he pummels into you. “See? I said you’d be compensated didn’t I? Doesn’t this feel good darling? If you like this maybe I can tempt you into joining me in some more studies. You’d like that wouldn’t you [name], always such a good friend…” he moans, getting off to his own words. “Fuck- fuck- fuck- my good little experiment-“ he moans before shoving himself in as deep as he can, burying himself in your pussy as he cums, The sudden feeling of fullness choking you. The camera view is blurred by white as he fills your pussy up, some even leaking out of you and dripping onto the chair.

A few moments pass before either of you even attempt to speak, the only sounds in the lab being pants for air. You’re disappointed when ford pulls out of you, followed by a stronger drizzle of his cum pooling out onto the table too. “Hah- thank you for your participation in this project [name].” Ford sighs, cock still twitching. You can only mutter an “Uh-huh…” as you come back down from your high. Ford turns to his computer again to turn off the camera feed, grabbing a clean towel from the medical cart beside him and turning back to you. Pulling out the camera by its cord, he tosses it onto the cart before he spends some time toweling you down.

“I enjoyed this, enjoyed you dear. For more than the science.” He admits, his eyes meeting yours. “I um- I did too ford. Did you really mean it when you said you wanted to do this again?” You ask, pulling your tired legs down from the stirrups. One of fords hands grabs one of your legs as you pull it down, then he leans in and leaves a kiss on the inside of your thigh.

“Dear… I’d love to do this again.”

[chloe-skywalker]

Could Be? - Jay Halstead

Jay Halstead x Fem!Reader Severide

Warnings: none

Word count: 766

Summary: Jay’s never met Serveirses sister, maybe its because she travels for work so often. But maybe they hadn’t met yet for a reason. Maybe it hadn’t been the right time till now.

Authors Note: You never see a woman wrestler as a job for the reader and I’m a big fan of AEW so I put some of that in this story.

Masterlist

One Chicago Masterlist

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

“Hey Herrmann.” Jay greeted as he approached the firefighter. It was rare when the FD and the PD could get together but this giant cook out for both departments was a great way to get together.

“What's up Halstead?” Herrmann answered with a smile.

Jay was looking around and he had noticed a woman he’s never seen before with Kelly. Who better to ask than Herrmann. “Who’s that over there with Severide?”

“Y/n?” Herrmann furrowed his brows, why’d he want to know that? Then again Jay was a friendly guy and probably hadn’t met her yet. “Severide's sister Y/n. Well half sister but their mom’s let the two grow up seeing each other all the time. Essentially they grew up together. They're close.”

“Thank’s.” Jay nodd’s in gratitude as Herrmann got dragged away by one of his kids.

“Dude this could be a bad idea.” Kevin shook his head already sure of what Jay was thinking. Kevin and Adam had been nearby and heard Jay talking to Herrmann, so once the firefighter left they approached their buddy.

“Could be?” Adam raised a brow in question.

“It’s Severide's sister.” Kevin clarifies as if it should be obvious.

“She could be worth it.” Adam shrugged his shoulders, taking a sip of his beer.

“Who could be worth it?” Hailey questioned as her and Kim walked up to the guys.

“Severide's sister.” Kevin tell’s the women, catching them up.

“You should at least try.” Kim shrugged her shoulders.

“Thank you ladies.” Jay smiled at them before heading over towards Kelly and his apparent sister.

“Hey Jay.” Kelly nodded in greeting.

“Severide. Who’s this?” he asked, smiling.

“Y/n Jay Halstead, Jay Halstead Y/n Severide Y/l/n. My sister.” Kelly introduced his sister to the detective.

“Nice to meet you.” Y/n smiled, shaking his hand.

“Nice to meet you to. Didn’t know Kelly had a sister.” Jay smiled, shaking her hand.

“I travel a lot for work.” Y/n nodded as she gave her explanation.

“I’m gonna go grab a burger.” Kelly stated leaking the two to get acquainted.

“What do you do for work?” Jay asked, trying to get to know her better.

“Professional Wrestler.” Y/n answered with a smirk.

“Like WWE?” he raised a brow in shock.

Y/n shook her head and scoffed. “No, that's not professional wrestling, that's sports entertainment. The outcome, move’s pulled in the ring and words they say. All scripted… No, I'm with AEW. Real professional wrestling.”

“I’ll have to watch sometime.” Jay smiled at how passionately she talked about her job.

“Maybe you can come and see it in person sometime.” Y/n offered shyly.

“It’s a date.” Jay stated obviously hinting at the fact he was interested in her.

“Well the date would have to be after or before.” Y/n glanced at him.

“Fine by me.” Jay smirked.

Y/n nodded and then looked him up and down and smirked herself. “And let me guess ex-military and now law enforcement.”

“Damn spot on guess.” Jay answered, looking at her impressed and shocked.

“Well it’s not hard to tell your ex-military but it’s easy to see you're not a firefighter. And this is for firefighters and law enforcement plus their families.” Y/n laughed at his facial expression.

“Detective.” Jay told her to stepping closer to her.

“You work under Voight.” Y/n came to the conclusion.

“The one and only. You have a beef with him to?” Jay asked, really hoping she didn’t.

“Not personally. Only backing up Casey. But that’s been settled.” Y/n tells him with a shake of her head in a ‘no’ motion.

Meanwhile some of 51 and Voights team were watching from afar.

“Are you letting Halstead chat up your sister?” Herrmann raised a brow as he questioned the squad leader, confused and slightly concerned. Concerned for Halstead.

“No harm in them just talking.” Kelly shrugged.

“It’s more than that.” Adam laughed

“I noticed. But as long as he doesn’t hurt her I don’t have a problem with it.” Kelly told them taking a sip of his beer.

“You have a problem with anyone else aksing her out on a date.” Cruz looked at him with squinted eye’s judgingly.

“Not me.” Casey smirked, tilting his head, looking all innocent.

“Yeah well you're the exception.” Kelly shrugged and nudged Casey’s shoulder.

“What about Halstead?” Mouch asked.

“We’ll see.” Kelly watched Y/n and Jay closely. He’d be the first one to step in if he didn’t like anything Jay did. Y/n’s his sister, you don’t mess with his sister.

Taglists: @padawancat97

[wcamino-confessions]

hi, seraphronos/v01d4l_n0x here (yes the real one /silly) probably this doesn't look the most professional considering I literally just retired but I've been frustrated about certain things that happened whilst I was on the team and I've never really had the change to vent it all out. and yes I know this isn't really relevant anymore but I just needed to rant a little little disclaimer: my time on the lt apart from this situation was great!! loved it on there and I loved working with everyone else frfr !! so this is not intended to slander them at all this is mostly about the helper anon here, so to clarify for anyone unaware: void-anons is not me. they are a blog made to purposely impersonate me, and no I don't know who they are. I have my suspicions, but I'd rather not risk falsely accusing someone considering that's literally what happened to me lol. also this is mostly about me and my experiences so I'm not speaking from the team as a whole here so to start: literally fuck you helper anon. not cool man 👎. you didn't have to make the blog look like mine and could have made it completely anonymous but no you really just had to drag me into it (which im assuming was because im not the most active in chats so it was easier to make it seem like it was mine cause there would be no one to back me and my actions up). also I'll forever be annoyed at the rui aesthetic. like that is literally my guy ☹️. I understand you had frustrations about how things were handled and yeah I get it, but you really did not have to drag me into it??? and then joke about me getting demoted afterwards and act proud of the fact you did???? again just really not cool boooo 🍅🍅🍅. I hope both sides of your pillow are warm tbh I really do not like you my second point: the chats after I returned. yes guys I did read up. I definitely get why the other helpers were frustrated as was I but I felt some of the comments were kinda personal about me?? like I saw the point about how I wasn't close with the other team members show up a few times and like?? that isn't really about the confession that's about me 👎. and just to add on yes I'm aware this was like 8-9 months ago now, and most people part of that discussion have now retired third (and probably final point): the team as a whole on the issue. First of all, it took 2 days of constant bumping and sending proof I don't own the account just to get back on the team. 2 days I was waiting to see if they'd actually believe me. if it was me I honestly would have admitted it, but the fact it isn't and that it's completely out of my control is the worst feeling. little note here but I did really appreciate the members of the lt who sent me pms apologising/asking if there's anything they could do, thank you guys, love u /p. but the fact still stands that they haven't been demoted, and I have pushed for any updates/information that I was allowed to know, but I just kept getting told that 'we're working on it'. I know it's a difficult situation but it really just came across to me like nothing was actually being done. extra few little notes here but the fact that the first confession mentioned how they were on a burner account then proceeded to make it look like it was mine?? why would i do that?? also why was I immediately demoted without being given the option to explain anything first. I feel the actions from the team were very rushed and whilst I do understand it was quite a unique situation, I feel like the steps taken weren't completely thought through. to add to this though I'm glad I did get an explanation in ufc not too long back. I appreciate the transparency /gen. last note from me but I'd like to add the reason that I have so much to say here was because I felt as if I was being shut down at certain points. naturally, this was brought up in casual helper chats more than once and so I'd rant a little, but I had to hold myself back in case of anything.

I did proofread this a little but it is long so pls ignore any mistakes 🙏

[autism-and-co]

hi! thank you for creating this blog and spreading awareness about autistic catatonia!

i have a question: what's the difference between catatonic stuck symptoms from executive disfunction and shutdown? i understand catatonia being progressive, but are there any other differences?

Sorry it took me so long to answer this- ironically enough, my autistic catatonia has been causing me a lot of trouble as of late-

First things first, I would like to clarify once again that I am not an expert and what I’m about to state here is not something that is of an 100% accuracy rate. Second-

As someone who struggles with both executive disfunction and Autistic Catatonia, I’ll try to list off what differences I believe I have noticed.

For one, I don’t believe that executive dysfunction is something that can cause you to go mute, nor something that can trigger true full body immobilization without any kind of known solution being able to assist in the slightest. Executive dysfunction does not commonly cause paralysis (in my experience at least); though I do believe it can do so in some situations.

And like you stated, autistic catatonia is progressive, while I’m fairly certain (but to be completely honest, not 100% positive beyond all forms of doubts; I have never had a professional confirm this for me) that executive dysfunction does not share this trait in the slightest.

Additionally, autistic catatonia can cause things such as muteness, stuttering, and involutionary motion; none of which I believe executive dysfunction is capable of.

I am not a professional, so I don’t have anything more to state, but I hope what I’ve shared here is at least somewhat helpful. Thank you for reaching out, and I hope that things improve for you!

[existentialfantasy]

Illicit Lessons

Part 1: Clarifying Doubts

Sansa wasn’t sure if she should do what she was about to do. There were plenty of reasons why it was so wrong, but then again she always gravitated to wrong more often than right. The attraction was almost instant, the first time Petyr taught their class. She knew he eyed her more than once, but she also knew he wouldn’t make a move as it involved his job and reputation. She slowly started approaching him after class, as if she needed clarification on some topics, but she couldn’t make much progress.

He always seemed to talk to the point and end it there. She found out he had a girlfriend and he seemed the sincere type, so it would take a lot for her to get what she wanted. She started paying more attention to what she was wearing, more crop tops and short skirts to tease him. She knew he couldn’t resist ogling at her and that was progress in a way. She finally managed to get his number and texted him.

“How are you sir? Hope you don’t mind me texting you, if I have any doubts” she texted him.

“Who is this? I’m sorry, I don’t have your number” he replied a while later.

“It’s Sansa from your psychology class. I got your number from Professor Tarly. I thought I could text you in case I have any doubts while studying, hope you don’t mind” she decided to test the waters.

“I’m not always online, but I’ll try to answer as best as I can” Petyr replied.

“Thank you so much sir” she replied and immediately changed her display picture to a sexy black number she wore on one of her night outs. She knew any man would drool just at the look of her ass as she turned around slightly and gave that seductive smile of hers. She knew if he was paying any attention, he would be hooked.

She started forwarding jokes and memes to him, he always read them but would never respond. She was texting him her doubts, he would just answer her questions and avoid any small talk. She noticed a slight change in him at the university though, she noticed him giving a slight smile whenever he saw her.

She decided to kick the teasing up a notch and sent him a couple of her clubbing outfit pictures. “Going on a date with a slightly older guy, can you please help me decide what he might like? I’m a little nervous sir”.

“I don’t know what his tastes are, how can I help you? :)” he replied.

“Fair enough, if you were going on a date with me. What would you have picked?”, she didn’t see any point in holding back. She knew it could back fire badly, but she decided to go for it.

After what felt like an eternity, he finally replied “I think I’d love that red dress more”.

“Why do you love it more than the blue one?” she wasn’t going to let him go easy.

“I just feel it suits your complexion more” he replied.

“Thank you sir, helps me a lot. As it is, I’m pretty confused about most things” she decided to not take it too further then.

“Sir, I have a lot of doubts, are you going to be in the university tomorrow? I know it’s a second Saturday and all” she texted him Friday night, hoping she could catch him alone.

“Yes, I have some work to finish, I’ll be at my office. You can come over” he replied, all business like.

She wore a really sexy crop top, showing off as much midriff as she possibly could, paired it with a mini skirt and high heels. She knew he wouldn’t be able to stop ogling, no matter how much he tried. She topped it off with bright red lipstick, accentuating her luscious lips, she knew Petyr wouldn’t be able to resist them for too long.

“May I come in sir?” she knocked on his office door and slightly opened it.

“Yes, come in” he replied, his head buried in a lot of paperwork. He was grading papers.

“I hope I’m not disturbing you sir, I just had a lot of doubts I wanted to clarify before the exams” she was making excuses.

“Take a seat” he replied, his face still buried in the papers.

He finally got around to looking at her and she noticed a look of amazement on his face. She instantly knew she had him. But he was a professional, so he quickly corrected himself and was business like again.

“There he goes again, he’s really going to make me work for this” Sansa thought to herself.

“Let’s get started sir, if you don’t mind” she pulled a chair and sat next to him, opening the book and turning to a chapter, moving closer to him, letting him smell the perfume on her body. She was turning the pages and asking questions, her hands touching his, her breasts coming close to his hand as she bent over the desk discussing topics.

She knew he was finding it extremely difficult to control himself, as he was stuttering in replying and was averting her eyes. She was quite enjoying it and decided to go for the kill.

“Are you single sir?” she asked him.

He took a few seconds to process it and finally replied “No, I have a girlfriend”.

“Don’t you find it hard, teaching so many pretty young women and still resisting the urge”, she was taking sweet revenge for all the hoops she had to jump through for this moment.

“What urge are you talking about?” he was trying to sound cool, but it wasn’t working.

“The urge you’ve been resisting for the last few minutes, the urge to fuck my brains out”, she wasn’t holding back after coming so far.

“I don’t have any such urges” he sounded agitated.

“Don’t worry sir, nobody has to know. You can have your way with me, it’ll be our little secret”, she took his hand and made him cup her breast with it.

He was a little shocked, but it felt too good to let it go. Before he knew what was going on, he was lifting her up and making her sit on his desk. She pulled him close and planted her lips on his, the longing finally ending as she finally had him right where she wanted. He wasn’t holding back anymore, sticking his tongue down her throat as she wrapped her legs around him. His hands were running all over her back as she lifted her arms, letting him take the crop top off.

“Don’t worry sir, I locked the door behind me. Nobody will disturb us” she whispered in his ears as he continued kissing her passionately.

” I’ve always controlled myself, but I couldn’t when it came to you. You’re just too sexy and I wanted you for myself ever since I noticed you in class” he told her as he sucked her lower lip non stop.

“Fuck me hard sir! Fuck me like I’m your girlfriend, own me sir” she whispered as he cupped her breasts, sucking on her cleavage.

He ran his hands up her skirt, feeling her smooth skin all the way up to between her legs. One look at her sexy red lace thong and he wanted to ogle at it forever. He undid her skirt and threw it aside, drinking her half naked body from top to bottom with his eyes. She lifted his hands and took off his t-shirt, running her fingers over his fit, hairy chest.

He pushed her back onto the desk, running his tongue from the edge of her thong, all the way up to her neck. Her soft moans were enough encouragement for him to keep going, as she tugged at his hair, pushing him onto her body. It was time for the bra to go and he threw it aside, squishing her twins together, running his tongue all over them. Her taut nipples getting more erect with all the attention they were getting, his tongue running circles all around them.

“Oh Sir! I’ve waited for this for so long, now don’t make me wait, fuck me hard” she pleaded with him.

He made his way down south again, pulling down her thong as his tongue was enjoying the taste of her skin, the aroma of her naked body driving him mad. She wasn’t going to be fucked so soon, she thought to herself as his tongue flicked over her pussy lips, licking them, getting them ready for what was to follow.

He buried his face between her legs as she pushed his face deeper, his tongue and mouth going full throttle at her pussy. He was rubbing her clit, sucking and licking her pussy, fingering it alternately, giving it the five star treatment it thoroughly deserved. Her moans were growing louder, telling him he was doing pretty well and he was determined to make them grow louder.

“Oh Sir! You’re so fucking amazing, eat my pussy, just like that, just like that” she cried out as he lifted his face to look at the pleasure all over her face.

He could sense it coursing through her entire body as he kept licking and sucking her tight wet horny pussy. He squeezed her breasts hard as he was fingering and tongue fucking her furiously, the wetness starting to spread between her legs. She tasted so good and he wanted more, so he kept at it, the juices oozing out of her pretty good. He licked and sucked every last drop of it, not wanting to waste his labour of lust, the lust which he held back for so long. The lust which was coming out finally like a bursting dam.

His face was glistening with her juices as she pulled him up and kissed him hard, sucking his tongue like an animal, not holding back as she pulled down his pants and got hold of his hardness. The hardness she so craved for, the hardness which she had to have in her mouth and between her legs. She pushed him off of her and got down on her knees, holding his manhood, scratching it with her long nails, as she took it inside her mouth.

“I’ve waited to taste you for so long sir” she said to him as she started licking his shaft from the base to its tip. She could taste the precum oozing out, the sexy aroma of cum that turned her on so much.

She finally took her fully into her mouth, sucking on as he threw his head back, enjoying all the attention he was getting. She looked up at him, staring into his eyes as she continued sucking him, like she was born for the sole purpose of sucking his dick. She sucked on his balls too, giving them enough attention as the precum continued to pour out of him and she was lapping it all up. He knew he wouldn’t last long if she kept at it and he wanted her bad.

He stopped her and made her stand up, pushing her to the wall, kissing her wildly, tasting himself in her mouth. She was getting breathless as his hands were ravaging every inch of her body. One hand of his moved down between her legs, checking and she was still wet. He moved down to her breasts, sucking and licking her nipples, biting them hard between his teeth as she yelped in pleasurable pain. He lifted her up, against the wall as she wrapped her legs around him, his face buried between her breasts, sucking and licking, biting, digging his teeth into them, leaving his marks all over her.

“Oh Sir! Don’t make me wait, fuck me hard already” she begged him.

He started poking his hardness between her legs, feeling his way around her pussy. The anticipation was driving her crazy, as she tugged at his hair, burying her face into his neck as he finally entered her with a deep thrust.

“Oh fuck! Yes sir, just like that, fuck me like I’m your dirty little slut” she cried out.

He stayed inside her, filling her up, stretching her to the limit and then slowly pulled out as she gasped for breath. He sensed that he was too big for her, but he wasn’t going to let that stop him from having his way. He thrusted his way back in, going harder this time, making her feel him more.

“Oh yes! Fuck me harder sir, make me your personal whore!” she couldn’t help but talk dirty to him.

He lifted her up slightly, sucking and licking on her neck, as he kept thrusting, her breasts jiggling for him to suck and bite on. Both of their bodies turning sweaty in no time, yet he wasn’t anywhere close to being done. He stopped for a few seconds, catching his breath while he was still inside her, grinding his hips as his cock touched every nook and corner of her wet pussy. Her nails digging into his back, her toes curling as he hit all the right spots inside her.

“I didn’t know you were such a good fucker sir, I’d have seduced you sooner if I had known” she pulled him closer and kissed him as her back was running up against the wall.

He pulled her up again and held her tight, keeping her steady as he hit her hard this time, harder than he had ever hit her before. Her loudest moan yet told him, he hit her in the right spot. He wasn’t going to let her go easy, he pulled out and hit her hard again, as her moans kept growing louder. They were both past the point where they cared who heard or who might notice, he held her tight and pounded her real good, taking out all his lust on her.

“Fuck sir, fuck me harder. Is this the best you can do? Looks like old age makes you weak” she was teasing him.

He laughed and drilled her in short quick thrusts, non stop, hitting her as hard as he could. The look on her face, her eyes rolling around like crazy, told him he was doing great. He kept at it, pounding her like an animal, her moans at their loudest, her body shivering in wild pleasure. He sucked and bit her lips as she pushed his hips deeper into him, he was grunting pretty loud and she knew he wouldn’t last long. She took his hand and made her rub his clit as he continued drilling, the moans and grunts continued, till he couldn’t keep going. He finally let go, spraying deep inside her.

“Fuck sir! You are so fucking good” she cried out as the wave of pleasure hit her pretty good, spreading from between her legs through her entire body. She pulled him closer and sucked his face, biting his lips, sucking his tongue as he sucked her in return. She finally climbed down and quickly dressed up.

“Thanks for clarifying all my doubts sir” she winked at him and walked out.

[influencermagazineuk]

Sophia Bush Quashes Ashlyn Harris Engagement Rumors with Photo of Ringless Finger on Instagram

Image: Instagram / sophiabush Sophia Bush, known for her role in "One Tree Hill," recently addressed and dismissed engagement rumors with former professional soccer player Ashlyn Harris. The rumors had started circulating after the two were photographed together during a vacation in Paris. Bush took to Instagram on Saturday, May 25, using her Instagram Stories to put an end to the speculation. The engagement rumors began after Bush’s earlier Instagram Stories, where she shared several pictures from her Paris trip with Harris. One particular photo, showing the two cheek-to-cheek, sparked interest because Bush’s left hand appeared to be hidden inside her girlfriend’s jacket. In her recent Instagram Stories, Bush posted a selfie in which she was making a peace sign, clearly displaying her bare ring finger while wearing a green blazer. Addressing the rumors, she wrote: “I hear the internet is being wild? Y’all I have no ‘news' for you.” She added humorously, “But wouldn’t you put your hands all up in her jacket if you could?? (To be clear you can’t because boundaries, but I’ll continue to do it for you because I’m just generous like that.)” To further clarify, Bush shared another picture from their Paris trip in a subsequent Instagram story. This photo referenced her earlier comment, showing the "Love, Victor" star with her left hand inside Harris’ jacket while Harris smiled at the camera. Bush captioned this image, “I just wanna squeeeeeeeeeze her.” Image: Instagram / sophiabush In her final slide, Bush reiterated her point, showing off her ringless finger once again. Holding her luggage and flashing another peace sign, she confirmed there was no engagement ring in sight. With a hint of humor, she wrote, “I hope TikTok can relax now. Travel on, friends.” This photo also showed that the only ring she was wearing was a thin, plain gold band on her pinky finger, further putting the engagement rumors to rest. Sophia Bush has been candid about her personal life and sexuality. In April, during a cover story with Glamour, she came out as “queer.” In her essay for the publication, she expressed a profound sense of relief, stating, “I finally feel like I can breathe. I don’t think I can explain how profound that is.” She elaborated on her identity, saying, “As I came into myself, I already felt it was my home. I think I’ve always known that my sexuality exists on a spectrum. Right now I think the word that best defines it is queer. I can’t say it without smiling, actually. And that feels pretty great.” Bush and Harris have been linked since October 2023, after both their marriages ended. Bush filed for divorce from Grant Hughes in August 2023, while Harris ended her marriage with Ali Krieger about two months later. In the same Glamour cover story, Bush confirmed her relationship with Harris, highlighting the new chapter in her personal life. The public has been eager to know more about Bush and Harris’s relationship, and Bush’s recent Instagram stories serve as a clear message to her fans and followers. She has effectively used social media to communicate directly with her audience, addressing rumors and sharing personal moments. This transparency is a hallmark of her approach, allowing her to maintain control over her narrative while connecting with her fans on a deeper level. By addressing the engagement rumors head-on and with humor, Bush has shown her ability to manage public interest in her personal life gracefully. Her clear and direct communication helps dispel false narratives and underscores the importance of authenticity and honesty in her public interactions. Read the full article

[thesewordsareallihavetogive]

ch. 1: A Safe Place to Land - Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x nurse!reader

Summary: 3.7k words. After an unexpected break-up with her long term boyfriend, y/n had one goal: to keep her head down and finish her travel nursing contract as soon as possible. That was until Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw derailed her plan entirely. Just as y/n finished picking up the pieces of her broken heart, Rooster came along and showed y/n what it’s like to be loved again–if only she’ll let him in.

Warnings: descriptions of injury, medical situations, cursing, alcohol mentions, cheating (previous relationship), very self-indulgent for yours truly

a/n: hi y'all! this idea has been bouncing around in the back of my mind (read: it lives rent free in my head & i constantly fantasize ab it) for almost a month now & i'm finally ready to start sharing it whoop whoop :) i hope you enjoy, please lmk what you think!

series master list | master list

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw had gone three months without winding up in the hospital since returning from the mission that originally called him back to Top Gun. Three whirlwind months in which he’d finally been able to plant some roots after making the Top Gun base his home base—or really, as much of a home as a naval aviator could find. He was constantly being called away for missions all over the world, but for once he had some place to call home. 

In the past few months, he’d defied death more often than not and pushed himself to his limits, things that could’ve led him to crash and burn right into a hospital bed. So what was it that brought him back to the hospital?

Routine F18 maintenance. 

The irony of it all wasn’t lost on Bradley as he waited in an ER exam room at the on-base hospital. The bleeding from the deep gash on his arm had mostly stopped, but there was no doubt that he needed stitches. The gauze from the poorly stocked first aid kit in the hanger he’d been working in wouldn’t be sufficing for much longer, so he hoped someone would be in to stitch him up soon.

His prayers were answered by a short y/h/c nurse knocking on the exam room door before she entered. The woman immediately drew Rooster in, the attraction was practically magnetic. Carole Bradshaw raised her son to be a gentleman, but he couldn’t help the way his eyes trailed up and down the stranger’s body as he checked her out. Maybe it was the way the fluorescent hospital lighting highlighted her features and gave her a natural glow, something Rooster thought would be impossible given the clinical coldness of the room’s fixtures. More likely, it was the way she carried herself. Tough but soft, friendly but guarded, hardy but not hardened.

“Bradley Bradshaw?” she asked rhetorically as she took in the man. Even though he was sitting, she could tell he was tall. His khaki uniform did little to cover the way his golden tan skin stretched over his large biceps. “My name is y/n. I’ll be your nurse today,” she introduced herself as she pulled medical supplies out of a closet.

“Rooster,” he corrected with a smirk.

“What?” her brow furrowed and she paused to look at the Navy man.

“My call sign is Rooster,” he said proudly. The characteristic naval aviator confidence oozed off of the man; y/n had seen this attitude countless times before, but Bradley made it look sexy. She hummed lightly as she approached his bedside to place gauze and isopropyl alcohol she had retrieved down.

“Ahh, Navy lingo,” she said simply. Rooster let out a confused chuckle. 

“You say that like you’re not serving as well.” y/n looked over her shoulder from the sink where she was watching her hands.

“I’m not, actually. Civilian travel nurse contract,” she clarified as she walked towards Bradley once again.

“How’d you end up here, then?” Rooster winced at the sting of the antiseptic on his open wound. y/n let out a humorless laugh.

“That’s a long story.”

“I’ve got a little bit of time, sweetheart.” y/n rolled her eyes and tried to ignore the butterflies in her stomach from the pet name. y/n was a professional, but she’d have to be blind to not notice how attractive Rooster was.

“It’s not a story I can tell sober either,” her eyes briefly met his before her focus returned to cleaning his wound.

Rooster was never one to be shy or nervous around women, much less one he just met, but he found himself needing a mental pep talk before he spoke again.

“Let me buy you a drink then,” his cocky grin and the aviator sunglasses perched on his nose gave him the illusion of confidence he typically felt. y/n loud out a laugh. It wasn’t from a place of malice, but more shock than anything else. This Greek God of a man wanted to buy her a drink??

Nevertheless, y/n had a reputation to uphold. While this by far wasn’t the first drink offer she’d turned down from a patient, it was the one she wished she would’ve taken the most. If she had met him anywhere else, she would’ve said yes in a heartbeat. A little flirting was harmless though.

“Mm mm, you’re gonna have to try harder than that, Bradshaw.”

Rooster lifted a hand to his chest, feigning as though he'd been wounded, only breaking character once he felt the sting of alcohol again.

“We’re back to Brashaw already? Damn, you’re tough to crack,” y/n tried to hide the amused smirk on her face, but Rooster caught it before it disappeared. A short-lived comfortable silence fell between the two as y/n worked on cleaning Rooster’s wound.

“For a highly trained fighter pilot, you sure are clumsy,” y/n teased, referring to the wound he received while working on his jet. A smug smirk of her own graced her face as she began disposing of the gauze and materials she used to clean Rooster’s wound.

“I’m very good with my hands, I was just off my game today,” Rooster replied without missing a beat. y/n didn’t miss the innuendo in his comment and she found herself blushing uncontrollably. The flush on her cheeks was confirmation enough to Rooster that he’d gotten through to her. y/n cleared her throat before addressing the aviator again.

“The doctor will be in to stitch you up shortly, they’ll give you aftercare instructions and let you know when you need to come back to have the stitches removed,” y/n explained, resuming her professional demeanor.

Just before exiting the exam room, y/n tapped her clipboard against the door frame.

“Stay safe out there, Rooster,” she teased before exiting, leaving an uncharacteristically smitten Rooster in her wake.

Just over a week later, Rooster sat waiting in an ER exam room once again, this time to have his stitches removed. The aviator came straight to the hospital after a long day of training, still in his flight suit. Admittedly, he could have taken the time to change into something more hospital-appropriate, but he was anxious to see y/n again. Hence the reason he made it from the Top Gun hanger to the base hospital in a record-breaking 3 minutes.

Rooster’s head whipped towards the door when a quick succession of knocks broke him from his train of thought. He couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face once his favorite nurse came into view.

“Rooster, what a nice surprise,” y/n greeted with a genuine smile. The pair locked eyes for a second longer than might’ve been considered appropriate, but neither of them seemed to care. y/n reviewed his chart quickly, seeing that he just needed to have his stitches removed. y/n was secretly glad that he wasn’t injured again, which she tried to rationalize in her mind as it being totally normal to care about the well-being of my patients.

As y/n gathered supplies to take out his sutures, she sized Rooster up. Mostly for medical reasons, but partly for her own viewing pleasure.

“Strip, Bradshaw,” y/n ordered with a completely straight face. Her poker face cracked when Rooster’s eyes widened in shock, causing a satisfied chuckle to escape the nurse. Rooster rolled his eyes but played along.

“At least take me out to dinner first!” Rooster replied dramatically, earning a snort from y/n. She then motioned for him to take off the top half of his flight suit to give her access to his stitched-up arm. The tight-fitting white tank top Rooster wore underneath his flight suit was revealed as he shrugged out of the sleeves, leaving little to the imagination. y/n knew Rooster had defined muscles from seeing his arms alone, but watching the thin white fabric stretch over his defined pecs and abs gave a whole new meaning to built.

The smell of jet fuel made y/n wrinkle her nose as she approached Rooster’s bedside with a small rolling stool in tow. This time around the antiseptic didn’t sting as y/n carefully cleaned his arm, but Rooster still found himself tensing under y/n’s gentle touch. y/n handled the forceps and surgical scissors with a mastered ease as she removed his stitches. By the second stitch, Rooster psyched himself up enough to ask y/n out again.

“So, about that drink?” Rooster asked casually with a small smile on his face. y/n chuckled. The butterflies are back.

“You just don’t give up, do you, Bradshaw?” Amusement was evident in y/n’s tone and a smile of her own graced her lips. For once, a patient asking her out didn’t make her uncomfortable or roll her eyes.

“Persistence pays off, darlin’,” Rooster responded with a megawatt smile. y/n looked up from his arm for the first time since she’d started removing the stitches. His words and smile might’ve been playful, but there was an undeniable sincerity in his eyes.

y/n maintained a laser focus as she removed the final stitch. Once it was out, she applied antibiotic ointment to the healing wound with a gentleness that was foreign to Rooster. y/n didn’t miss the way Rooster’s muscles flexed under his golden tan skin as she placed a fresh bandage on his arm.

“This might leave a scar,” y/n warned as she began cleaning up the used supplies.

“Chicks dig scars though,” Rooster replied proudly, puffing out his chest sarcastically. y/n laughed unabashedly and Rooster swore it was the best sound he’d ever heard.

For a fleeting moment, it was quiet in the exam room. The stretch and smack of y/n removing her nitrile gloves broke Rooster from his thoughts, giving him a somber reminder that his time with y/n had come to an end. Just as Rooster stood from the hospital bed, y/n turned on her heel to face him once again.

“Where am I drinking for free tonight?” y/n asked casually as she failed to hide her small devious grin. The victorious grin spread across Rooster’s sun-kissed face was infectious, leading y/n to break into a small smile of her own.

“The Hard Deck,” he replied quickly, confidence radiating from him. y/n knew he was tall from his chart notes, but the height difference between the two of them became very apparent as he sauntered over towards her. y/n swallowed heavily as she craned her neck up to meet his eyes again, but Rooster knew better than to call her out on it.

“Nine?” y/n asked to clarify their meeting time as she led him towards the discharge desk. She tried to stifle her smile but failed pathetically, much to Rooster’s delight

“9 works great for me,” Rooster replied, a grin still gracing his face.

y/n hadn’t been out since she moved and started her job at the Navy base hospital a month ago. At the end of most days, she was exhausted from her long shifts at the hospital; to y/n, this was reason enough to stay in with a glass of wine and an episode of Criminal Minds. Staying in and away from the outside world also proved to be helpful in her ongoing feat to avoid her ex-boyfriend.

So when Bradley asked her out the first time last week, she was apprehensive at best. First and foremost, she doesn’t go out with patients (well, didn’t until now). But in the back of her mind, she also worried that she might run into the exact man she’d been avoiding, especially since Rooster and her ex had at least one thing in common: being in the Navy.

The second time that Rooster asked y/n out, she decided that if she was going to make an exception to the no-dating-patients-rule, she would choose Bradley Bradshaw, hands down. The man was a walking Renaissance sculpture with a good sense of humor. He was clearly a talented aviator, and from what y/n could tell, he seemed to have a good heart–even if it was buried beneath a tough guy act.

y/n also decided that she was done hiding from her ex. From that moment forward, she refused to put her life on hold. What better way to do that than to go on a date in a bar frequented by Navy men?

When y/n walked into The Hard Deck, it was a few minutes past nine o’clock. y/n might have spent some extra time getting ready for a certain Lieutenant, but also figured it couldn’t hurt to make the confident aviator wait a bit. For the first time in weeks, y/n was wearing something other than scrubs or leggings for her first night out off-base. Her curve-hugging denim shorts and summery blouse felt refreshing and empowering, giving her the confidence she needed to wade through the packed bar. 

y/n wasn’t oblivious to the fact that she’d unintentionally drawn the attention of more than a few Navy men as she leaned against the bar.  Her own attention, however,  was captured by the tail end of an energetic performance of Jerry Lee Lewis’s “Great Balls of Fire”. Rowdy cheers and hollers erupted from the group of people crowded around the piano as the final chord of the song rang out. The energy in the bar was magnetic and y/n found herself smiling as she scanned the rest of the bar.

Once the applause and laughter died down and the jukebox was plugged back in, y/n turned to look towards the piano again. Lo and behold, the man who stood up from the piano bench was none other than Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw. Much to y/n’s delight, she found that Rooster looked just as good out of uniform as he did in uniform. When Rooster’s eyes met y/n’s from across the bar, a boyish grin took over his face.

In just a few quick strides, Rooster stood beside y/n at the bar top. Damn him and his long legs. The pair exchanged coy smiles; the lines of what was and wasn’t ‘okay’ were very blurry. Rooster wanted nothing more than to wrap his arm around y/n’s waist and pull her to a quieter corner of the bar, but he’d be damned if he moved too quickly and made her uncomfortable when he’d just managed to successfully ask her out.

The bartender approached the pair with a friendly smile. It became clear that Rooster knew her well when he flashed her one of his signature grins y/n was becoming familiar with.

“This lovely lady’s drinks will be on my tab tonight, Penny,” Rooster greeted with a casual confidence that stirred up the butterflies in y/n’s stomach. Penny nodded and greeted y/n with a smile before retrieving the beers they ordered. To Rooster’s surprise, y/n preferred the same dark ale beers he’d become accustomed to drinking.

The two of them relocated to a booth towards a quieter corner of the bar. Here, they could talk without yelling to be heard, but they were still close enough for the lively bar chatter to fill any awkward pauses.

“You look good, y/n,” Rooster complimented, doing little to hide the way his eyes flitted across her face and down her figure. y/n blushed and smiled against her beer bottle and returned the favor. She unabashedly admired the way his sun-kissed hair formed golden brown curls that framed his face and the way his biceps filled out his Hawaiian shirt very well.

“You don’t look too bad yourself,” y/n teased with a flirty smile as she brought her bottle forward to clink against Rooster’s.

The pair exchanged pleasantries, asking about each other’s days and other ‘easy’ topics. The conversation wasn’t boring by any means, but both Rooster and y/n were hungry for more. Rooster decided to dive in first, clearing his throat and hoping he wasn’t about to cross a line.

“Truth is, I want to know how a civilian travel nurse ended up at a Naval base. But I have a feeling you aren’t going to give in that easily,” he began, smirking when y/n confirmed his suspicions with a nod before taking another swig from her beer bottle. “How about 20 questions?” Bradley offered as an alternative. y/n grinned big. It wasn’t a competition of course, but if being an ER nurse taught y/n anything, it was how to ask good questions and draw wild stories out of people.

“Bring it on, Bradshaw.”

Rooster and y/n spent the next hour talking about everything, from their respective careers to childhood memories. For a brief moment, they touched on how they got their scars. For y/n, the burn scar on her wrist came from a holiday baking incident. Rooster, on the other hand, had a much cooler, albeit scarier explanation for one of his scars. y/n didn’t miss the fact that the aviator across from her had quite a few scars, but she tried not to dwell on it too much.

The Hard Deck’s naval patrons slowly started filtering out of the bar in preparation for early wakeup calls the following morning, but Rooster had no intention of ending his conversation with y/n anytime soon.

By the end of their 20 questions game y/n felt comfortable enough–with the help of her liquid courage–to open up about how she ended up working at a hospital on a Navy base as a civilian. y/n tried to keep the mood lighthearted before she began her story, but Rooster caught a glimpse of the somber look in her eyes.

“I-, uh, my boyfriend of two years got transferred to this base. So rather than do the whole long distance relationship thing, I decided to relocate with him,” y/n wore a soft smile as she spoke. She had fond memories of her ex-boyfriend. Had, past tense, being the operative word. “It all happened fast. I signed a four-month contract to work at the hospital here, we applied to rent a small house just off-base, and we were- we were happy.”

y/n cleared her throat before she started speaking again. Rooster wasn’t a behavioral analyst, not by a long shot, but he could tell y/n wasn’t as carefree as she was moments ago

“A few days before we moved, I came home early to surprise him,” y/n paused to let out a bitter chuckle. “I found him hooking up with a woman from his squadron in our bed. A last hurrah, I guess,” she mocked. y/n looked up at Bradley to see his shocked expression. Fuck, had she said too much? Was she too honest? Rooster quickly schooled his features when he saw y/n’s vulnerable expression. His heart ached for her, but more than anything, he was dumbfounded that y/n’s ex not only let her get away, but cheated on her.

y/n explained that it was too late to break her nursing contract, so she ended up moving by herself. The first few weeks were brutal, not that she admitted this to Bradley. In a way, y/n felt like she had something to prove. She wanted to show her ex and herself that she wasn’t a coward and that she wouldn’t run and hide, especially from the man who disrespected her by cheating. y/n filtered the last bit out while she got stuck in her thoughts.

“Jesus,” Rooster muttered with wide eyes. He cursed into his beer bottle as he raised it to his lips and shook his head. For having been cheated on and getting out of a two-year relationship so recently, y/n seemed surprisingly unfazed. If anything, she seemed relieved after telling Rooster and getting it all off her chest.

“I- shit, I don’t even know what to say… I’m sorry he put you through that. You deserve better,” Rooster said definitively. y/n briefly locked eyes with him and seriousness in his gaze took her by surprise. Between his voice and unwavering expression, y/n came to a startling conclusion–Bradley Bradshaw actually cared. The butterflies in y/n’s stomach stirred once again, but she knew she had to tread with caution to save herself more heartache.

A strange silence fell between them; it wasn’t tense or comfortable either, but it was far from neutral. As it settled further, y/n realized what it felt like: understanding. Something as simple as a few quiet moments in a bar after pouring her heart out had her feeling lighter than she had in years. A relieved breath blew past her lips and shoulders lifted a bit. When she finally met Bradley’s eyes again she saw nothing but sincerity. y/n realized she might already be a goner for this man.

“Thank you,” y/n breathed out with a small smile.

“For what?” Bradley’s eyes moved across y/n’s face as she searched for the right words. The way she bit her lip while she was thinking had Bradley shifting in his barstool.

“For hearing me out. Letting me get that off my chest,” y/n clarified. Despite reliving one of the worst moments of her adult life just minutes ago, she felt good. She felt good with Rooster, and that was a scary thought. She wasn’t ready to be close to anyone just yet.

“Anytime, y/n,” Bradley smiled and reached across the table to squeeze her hand. There was an undeniable spark when they touched and they both felt it. That much was clear by the way they quickly locked eyes when their fingers interlaced.

The pair moved on to lighter conversation topics for a while whilst time crept up on them. By midnight, y/n was yawning as her long day caught up to her. 

Ever the chivalrous gentleman, Rooster insisted on walking y/n out to her car. There was no goodnight kiss, though Rooster desperately craved one. y/n was still figuring out her boundaries, but she was also having quite a bit of fun watching the confident aviator squirm and work for her attention.

y/n did, however, gladly accept the bar napkin Rooster scrawled his phone number on before he opened her car door for her.

It was a win in his book.

a/n: AHH!! what do y'all think?? i'm so excited about this series hehe :) if you'd like to join the tag list for this series specifically, drop a comment or reblog on the series master list post! xx

[jungk0oksthighs]

Over The Odds | Relevance 

Pairing - jungkook x reader

Genre - angst, smut, fluff, S2L, ceo!jungkook, sugardaddy!jungkook

Word count - 1.8k 

Drabble 15 - Taehyung acts as your attorney for the police questioning

warnings: swearing

FULL SERIES COLLECTION

“I was on a flight home from Seoul when the video was leaked.” You repeat yourself for what feels like the millionth time, toying with one of the silver rings decorating your slender fingers.

“Is it possible that you could’ve asked a friend maybe, to post the video on your behalf while you were elsewhere? For financial gain and public exposure?” The mature police officer asks, winning Taehyung to roll his eyes beside you.

“You don’t have to answer that.” Tae’s voice is stern, assertive even, you’ve never seen him at work but now you can see exactly why he’s such a well-respected attorney. He’s smart, he’s had your back from day one and most importantly he’s not taking shit from anybody, especially the greying policeman who’s made it his duty to ruin your afternoon.

“That video destroyed my life,” You sigh, beyond irritated, shaking your head in disbelief, “I lost my job, my apartment, my family’s respect, my privacy, I almost lost my boyfriend… I didn’t have anything to do with the leak I wasn’t even in the country when it happened.”

“Alright, have you made any money from the video?”

“No.” You bite, “Not a penny.”

“But you have got public exposure, you’re somewhat of a celebrity now because of it.” The older man’s tone is beyond condescending, as though he’s talking to a piece of dog shit on the underside of his dirty shoes.

“That’s not a question.” Taehyung shuts him down quickly with a deep voice, you had no idea he could be so intimidating, “Are we done here?”

“Almost, Y/N can you just clarify what your relationship is with Jungkook? Are you employed by him? Does he ever...pay you?”

“He’s my boyfriend.” You say between clenched teeth with a racing heart.

“Right, but does he provide financial support-”

“I’m struggling to see how this is relevant to a stolen video camera and cyber crime.” The professional attorney stops him in his tracks once again, no wonder Jungkook trusts this man with his life - he’s incredible at this.

“Just trying to understand yours and Jungkook’s relationship Y/N,” The officer doesn’t even look at you while he scribbles in his notepad, “After the comments you made towards the end of the tape.”

Disgust washes over your entire body, you stiffen in place which doesn’t go unnoticed by either man in the room. He’s watched the video, you feel violently nauseous at the thought of it. Taehyung’s jaw sets to stone, sensing your discomfort. 

“Again, it’s not relevant. I think we’re done here, if you need anything else we’ll be sure to visit the station.” 

“These are just routine questions Sir, but that’s all I need for now.” You didn’t even get the officer’s name, nor do you particularly want it.

“I’ll see you out.” Taehyung stands from the sofa, smoothing out the material of his charcoal pinstriped suit, quickly ushering the other man out of his apartment.

The police are currently working their way through a suspect list, the IP address breakthrough significantly shortening that list. There’s only a handful of people who have 24/7 access to your old apartment – yourself included. It was Taehyung’s idea to talk to the police with him present, despite them telling you it was a quick couple of questions and that you had nothing to worry about, Taehyung believes they’re so desperate to close the case due to it’s high profile that they’ll pin it on just about anybody. 

And so that’s what lead you to his home, as you’re already friends the paparazzi wouldn’t think anything of it if they saw you nearby. Whereas if you’d gone directly to the police station together - you can only imagine the headlines. Tae’s townhouse is lovely, it’s bright and open and scattered with eccentric ornaments and expensive paintings, it’s a perfect match to his personality you’ve decided.

“Fucking asshole,” He says, running long fingers through his rich dark hair as he walks back into the room, “I knew they’d do this, I’m sorry you had to go through that. Can I get you a drink?”

“Coffee please.” You exhale, equal parts stressed and relieved that that’s over with, “Thank you so much for this Tae, I said I’d tell Jimin how it went. Is that okay? Am I allowed to talk about this? Sorry I’m not sure how all this works...”

“You can tell him how it went, that’s fine.” Taehyung delivers an awkward smile, “How is he doing?” He asks while preparing drinks, you can hear the machine steaming and beeping.

“You know I’ve barely seen him recently, he’s got a new boyfriend… I think it’s going well though. Have you seen much of him? I know you guys are friends now.” You raise your voice enough to be heard from the kitchen.

“Nope, we uh-, stopped talking pretty much as soon as he started dating somebody.” He enters the lounge with two mugs, both look handmade and are decorated with gothic illustrations of sick-looking farm animals and you wonder who would even buy something like that, “I haven’t heard much from him since.”

“Must still be in the love bubble, or the honeymoon phase whatever you want to call it,” You chuckle, grabbing your coffee, “Thanks.” The sofas in the room are electric blue and made entirely from velvet with the occasional gold detailing, so you make sure to be extra careful when drinking, fearful of ruining the no doubt expensive furniture.

“How’s your love bubble going? With Guk?” His feline eyes are soft over the rim of his mug, which looks absolutely tiny in his giant hand.

At this you can’t help but blush – things with Jungkook are amazing, save for the obvious. “Yeah we’re really good thanks, I was a little worried he would’ve thought I had something to do with this when they got the IP address but … I was literally with you guys at the time so…”

You trail off into a content hum, it’s been five months since you’d first met your boyfriend and truthfully you’ve never been happier; even though you’re unemployed, essentially homeless, and the centre of a high-profile police investigation – you manage to find peace and comfort in his arms when life is hectic and disappointing. Your parents love him, your dad keeps nagging for you both to go round again and your mum, for lack of better words, is obsessed with him. Of course Ruth doesn’t appear to be overly fond of him but that’s just her personality, she doesn’t take to anybody unless they’re so far up her ass that they become a part of her.

Sometimes curiosity gets the better of you and you find yourself asking Jungkook about Jeon Industries, especially where your sister’s concerned. Understandably he likes to keep his work life and personal life separate so he doesn’t say much, only that Ruth is annoyingly doing really well in her training at JI, his assistant told him that she has the most potential out of the group of new employees he’s overseeing. This is no surprise to you though, Ruth has always been the best at everything. She’s smart, she’s cunning and she has no issue with playing dirty. In fact it wouldn’t surprise you if she’s tried to pull the ‘you’re dating my sister’ card with Jungkook to fast track her way to the top, but if she has he hasn’t said anything to you.

“Everybody knows you wouldn’t do something like this, especially Jungkook. That officer was just an asshole,” Taehyung’s deep voice snaps you back into the real world, “The private investigators are going through your old apartment’s security footage now, nothing came from Guk’s. The only people that went into his place were you two.”

“Mmm, I just hope whoever did it gets caught soon and admits to it straight away, I really don’t want this to be dragged out any longer than it has to be.”

“Hopefully they’ll find something solid from the security footage, it’s not like people can get in and out of there that easily.” He reassures you with friendly features, you can tell he wants this to be over with just as much as you do, he’s been working so hard trying to get to the bottom of it all.

“Oh I don’t know about that, the code for the main building is written on the bottom of the doormat, pretty sure everybody knows how to get in there.” You scoff almost in disbelief, your rent used to be cheap but…at what cost.

“Jesus,” A puff of air rushes from his nostrils, “What about your actual apartment, that was locked with a key surely?”

“Oh yeah of course and I have the only key,” You’re nodding quickly before you still your movements, a wave of realisation flooding your senses, “Actually…” You’re wide-eyed, mouth agape.

“What is it?” Taehyung settles his mug down onto a glass coffee table, “Y/N what’s wrong?”

“Oh my god.” Your hand covers your mouth, “I don’t think I changed my locks since Namjoon and I broke up…” Fuck. He still has a key, and he hates Jungkook. Could he be responsible for this? Is that why he was quick to push the blame onto your boyfriend?

Taehyung sits up, he’s straight backed and equally as stunned as you, “Are you telling me he still has a key for your apartment?”

You nod slowly, but your words come out fast, so fast that Tae has to really listen to what you’re saying, “I never felt the need to change my locks cause he left the country and when he came back I guess I just forgot… Jimin said he saw Joon coming out of my apartment building the other week, he was with Jennie. Oh my god how did I not think of this before?”

“Jennie? As in Jungkook’s ex sugar baby? Call Jimin, tell him to get here as quick as he can, I’ll message the PI.”

“I don’t know if Namjoon could do something like-, what are you doing?” You frown, still frozen in place with shock, watching him put his glossy silver phone to his pierced ear.

“Calling Jungkook.” You can see his brain working overtime, he’s completely lost in thought when you hear the familiar sound of your boyfriend’s voice, “Hey it’s me, how fast can you get to my place? It’s urgent.”

x

[blueberrywhale123]

I liked your post about the guys vocals. Can you share some more thoughts about Leon's voice?

Sure!☺️

So, without getting technical, León has a very smooth and clear voice. I definitely like it the most out of the guys but all of them have a special place in my heart. It’s definitely a tenor because if you’ve heard Entré dos mundos, it’s nice and high. His pronunciation is very clear, his syllables aren’t slurred from what I can tell. He harmonizes beautifully and when it’s with Violetta, it’s just the best!🥰

Now I can’t speak as a total professional because I’m still learning, but technically speaking, León is a tenor and tenors typically have a vocal range of C3 - B4 (now men have a wider range than women and I don’t want to sit down to work out his vocal range so he’s likely in this range or wider). They are light and bright and kinda have a pingy resonance. León’s chest voice is great and his head voice is sooo nice. His falsettos and the transitions from chest to head in his mask are done so beautifully and seamlessly. He has a flexible voice which he utilizes well in songs like Amor en el Aire. He has a good strong belt. His riffs and runs are a pleasure to listen to, no sour or flat notes that I’ve noticed but then, my ear isn’t perfect. Also, when he sings with Violetta, their voices blend and meld so well, like that’s one of my favorite things and when you sing with someone a lot it’s easier to blend with them - I personally love it when my voice blends with others. A good example of his wide range and head voice as well as his blending with Violetta is their song Yo Te Amo A Ti

All in all, León has the benefit of a nice voice coupled with some very good training.

Hope this is a good answer!😁

[writer-in-theory]

Honeymoon At First Sight (Spencer Reid x Reader)

request: Blurb request: there's only one room available at the hotel — the wedding suite — and it's couples only. mutual pining, either friends to lovers or enemies to lovers, hotel mixup during a case, smut(???) idk honestly just let your mind wonder free I guarantee I will love whatever you come up with. summary: the bau calls in a consultant, and spencer tries to play it cool when they have to share a honeymoon suite together. category: fluff, smut pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader content warnings: MINORS DNI, smut, lust at first sight, fingering, safe penetrative sex word count: 2.8k a/n: ahh, here we are!! this is only my second attempt at smut, so hopefully, it turned out okay! and an absolute huge thank you to @reidsbookclub for the lovely request. grecy, i love the requests you send me and apologies once again that your blurb request ended up a full oneshot, oops. anyway, i’d love to hear what y’all think of this!

masterlist

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

It was impossible not to know about the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI.

Though you knew the team existed previously, it was the solving of the zodiac killer copycat case that sealed their reputation in your mind. They were absolutely brilliant—you needed to work with them, no matter what.

The opportunity presented itself not long after when an SSA Jareau sent your boss a request that you get paid time off to consult for her team. It was easy to arrange for your TAs to take over any lectures you’d miss, and before you knew it you were on the next flight out to Chicago.

In truth, you were terrified. After so much time spent learning about what this team does and how they do it, you were finally getting the chance to meet them in person. It felt a little like meeting your heroes, though you were sure they wouldn’t want to hear such a thing from someone who was meant to be a professional expert. So you allowed yourself to bounce your leg and grin on the flight, only calming down when the wheels touched earth once more.

Everything was going perfectly until you reached the hotel for the night, where Unit Chief SSA Aaron Hotchner was waiting for you in the lobby.

“Dr. L/N?” he clarified as you approached, taking your bag from you once you nodded.

“Please, just Y/N,” you told him, knowing immediately why the team was so successful simply by the looks of this man. Aaron Hotchner exuded an aura of pure leadership—the kind developed only by years of trial and error. “It’s an honor to be working with you and your team, Sir.”

“Hotch is fine,” he corrected you back, pulling a smile from you at the familiarity of it all. “Thank you for meeting us at such short notice. I came to talk to you about an issue we had booking the hotel rooms for this case.”

That was never good. Was there not a room left for you? Would you be sleeping on the floor for however long it took to solve this case, or would they sooner send you right back home? After all, you weren’t on the team—in all sense of the word, you were disposable.

“Whatever it is, I can handle it,” you answered, wanting Hotch to know beyond a shadow of a doubt that you were just as strong as his team.

“The only room we could book on such short notice was the honeymoon suite,” Hotch explained, causing your hands to begin trembling. “We could only secure it if there was a couple staying there. Of course, nothing is expected of you but—”

“—from now until the end of the case I’ll be fake married to one of your agents.”

“Exactly. If you’re not comfortable, we can work it out. We’ve volunteered Dr. Spencer Reid from our team, he’s about your age and—”

“—easily the most brilliant man to walk this earth right now,” you finished, blushing as Hotch simply raised his eyebrows at you. “I’m sorry for interrupting, I just...I’ve read Dr. Reid’s theses, all three of them. In short, I’ll do it. Anything to help out the case, right?”

That was how you ended up standing outside the door with the little metal heart on the front, bags still sitting where Hotch had left them. On the other side of the door would be your fake husband for the next few days, and while you wouldn’t say there was fear, you were nervous about what Spencer Reid would be like.

Working in academia, you’d seen the best and worst of people. There were those who used their brilliance to further the world, and there were those who only wanted to make a name for themselves, willing to tear down anyone who remotely stood in their way. Even the kindness of people at the start can quickly morph into monsters you hardly recognized, all because they felt threatened by you.

When the door opened, a shocked shout emitted from the room. You’d caught Dr. Spencer Reid in the middle of changing—luckily his pajama pants were already on, but his t-shirt was tossed across the room in his shock, leaving him standing shirtless in the middle of the room.

“Oh my God, I’m sorry!” you shrieked, one hand flying up to shield your view of him. “I didn’t think—I mean, I considered the possibility but the chances of it happening were so low that I t—I can’t believe this is your first impression of me I swear this doesn’t happen often.”

Your rambles were cut off when you bent to retrieve his shirt for him, one hand still covering your vision. His hand brushed yours, easily resting on top to cover your entire hand. Both of you gasped, hands flying back and letting the shirt drop to the ground once more.

“No, I’m sorry. I knew you were getting here soon but I thought I had time to change. I should’ve waited, I’m sorry,” Spencer apologized, speaking nearly as rushed as you had. “You can, uh, you can look. I mean, I mean my shirt’s back on.”

“Oh, good,” you breathed. “Wait no, that’s not what I meant. I’m sure you look very good without a shirt on. You do look good, very good actually—that’s not the point. Um, can we start over?”

Spencer’s laugh was beautiful. It was light, maybe a hint of embarrassment at your words, but free. It was what prompted you to drop your hand, still crouched to the ground with Spencer’s face close enough to steal your breath away. His hazel eyes shone bright, twinkling with the nervous smile playing on his lips. It felt like a crime that the photos of him used in conjunction with his papers were so outdated—showing the adorably sweet boy he’d once been but completely missing the hardened version of him now, with a jawline that could cut glass and curls sitting perfectly messy on his head.

“Hi, I’m Spencer Reid,” he spoke, voice barely over a whisper.

“I’m Y/N L/N,” you introduced, “it’s nice to meet you.”

“You published a paper on an early detection-intervention system for schizophrenia.”

There was something special about someone you respect knowing about your work. You’d read his papers, you’d even spoken about one in a lecture last year. You’d never admit it to the man in front of you, but he was a large part of the reason you were so ecstatic to be working with the BAU.

“I did, that was my dissertation,” you answered, “I’m still researching and fine-tuning it of course, but that paper is something I’m really proud of. I read your papers, too. I found your thesis on cluster-weighted modeling and geometric regression to be particularly useful in my own research.”

“You read my work?”

“Of course I did,” you answered, raising a brow at Spencer’s pure shock. “I don’t know about here in the fancy FBI world but in academia, you’re something of a legend.”

“Is this one of those times where you’re joking and I don’t pick up on it?”

“Are you kidding? I think half my colleagues are hoping you’ll retire early and become a professor just so they can talk to you about your work.”

“What about you?” Spencer asked, his tone taking on a bit more of a playful tone.

There was something about the way he looked at you—those honeydew eyes twinkling with the adventure you would soon be taking, lips perked up in the corner to reveal the beginnings of an adorable dimple. The two of you had settled on the ground, his large hand inches from your knee—a fact you were far too aware of now, eyes glancing down and tongue darting out to wet your lips at the observation.

“I’d like to do more than just pick your brain, Dr. Reid.” If he was ready, then to hell with it, so were you.

“Show me?” Spencer challenged, eyes fully focused on your lips now. “You are my wife for the rest of the week, after all.”

“We should make our story believable then,” you returned, moving to sit in his lap, legs straddling either side of his hips. As your hands came to rest on either side of his face, Spencer’s found your hips, trailing down the outside of your thighs.

Never before had you felt this strongly about another person so soon, but all you knew now was that you needed Spencer, now. So you tugged him closer and pressed your lips to his, hands moving to his hair and tugging on the short strands as he deepened the kiss. It was like magic—the rest of the world falling away around you until it was just this room, just you and Spencer and all the passion that had arisen in the short time you’d spent together. Maybe you couldn’t call it love at first sight, but damn did it feel right.

Spencer wasted no time, hands tugging your shirt off a little awkwardly, it catching on your hands on the way off.

“It’s been a while,” Spencer explained, barely moving his lips off of yours to do so, “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t,” you answered, hands moving from his hair to help him where his own fumbled at the latch of your bra. “You’re perfect, this is perfect.”

“You’re beautiful,” Spencer breathed, cheeks a brilliant shade of red and eyes focused on your bare chest. There were few things in the world you could be absolutely sure of, but in that moment you knew Spencer’s hands were made to touch you. He cupped your breasts in them, thumbs brushing over your nipples until your chest arched into his touch and a sharp gasp of pleasure escaped your lips.

“Spencer, please,” you gasped, wondering if he’d stolen the air from your lungs permanently.

“We should move to the bed,” he spoke, words shaky as you began kissing and nipping at his neck, hoping there’d be some proof of tonight left there in the morning.

“No, right here,” you murmured against his skin, playfully biting at his neck when he began to protest.

“You’ll get a friction burn,” he tried to tell you, but there was nothing he could say to conquer the ache growing in you.

“Spencer, I need you right now. I need you, please,” you moaned as his hands continued their exploration of your body, lifting your hips off of him so he could slide your pants off of you.

“I’ve got you, sweet girl,” Spencer practically cooed, lifting you by the thighs to lay you on the ground and moving over you, hands on either thigh to keep them parted. “I’m yours.”

“Fuck,” you hissed, thighs clenching as Spencer ran his fingers over your center, gathering the evidence of your arousal on them before lapping it up.

“You taste so good, sweet girl,” he told you, and those words were enough for another wave of pleasure to flow through you, lighting every nerve of your body on fire. It was far too easy to imagine him, face between your legs until you’d lost count of how many times you’d cum before bringing you in for a kiss so you could taste yourself too.

This time, Spencer moved so he could give attention to your breasts too. Shocking you all at once, he pressed two fingers inside you and took one nipple between his lips, sucking and licking until you were sure you’d forget everything but his name. Your own hand came up to the other, squeezing and tugging on your breast until you were a quivering mess beneath him, back arched and hips moving in time with his fingers as if to beg for more, always more.

“Spencer, please,” you moaned, and if it were any other time you might’ve smacked him upside the head for the smirk you could feel against your chest. “God, Spencer, please. Please fuck me.”

You didn’t notice when he shed his pants, nor when he pulled on the condom. It was only when you could feel him pressing at your entrance that your eyes flashed open, hands moving to hold his where they rested against your hips.

“Are you sure you want this?” Spencer asked, face flashing with a moment of vulnerability. “We can stop now, we can lay in bed if you’d rather.”

“I’m yours. Please, take me, Doctor.”

You weren’t sure if it was the way your hips were already moving against him or the words slipping across your reddened swollen lips, but Spencer’s eyes darkened with pure lust. He was careful as he pressed into you, eyes never looking away from yours. Just as his hands were meant perfectly for you, you were sure you were made for his cock.

Everything was gentle with Spencer, even this. Even as he moved in and out of you, his lips were against your skin—it felt like he was everywhere all at once. Your legs wrapped around the small of his back, pushing him impossibly further into you and eliciting a gasp from both of you.

“You’re perfect, sweet girl,” Spencer cooed into your ear as your hands moved from his hair to scratch along his back. You were sure there would be red marks when you were done, further evidence of how you two fit so perfectly together. “You’re everything I need.”

When your release finally came, you were sure you blacked out for a second. Your hands dug into the skin of Spencer’s back, an absolutely sinful moan slipping from you as your thighs quivered against him. The new tightness of you must have been enough to push Spencer over the edge too, because seconds later he was pushing deep into you and groaning, fingers curling against you.

It was quiet between you two after—the silence only punctuated by both of you trying to catch your breath. In those first moments after, the world was reduced down to simply you and Spencer, looking at each other and wondering how you could have gotten so lucky.

It was Spencer who moved first—discarding the used condom and gathering you up to deposit you into the large hotel bed. The rose petals strewn about the comforter ended up discarded along the floor you’d just laid on, finding their home just as you snuggled closely to Spencer. His arms curled around you, creating a protective barrier between you and the rest of the world.

“I think that was pretty convincing,” you teased after the comfortable silence came to an end. “I’ll be your fake wife any day if that’s what happens.”

Spencer didn’t answer. After a few more moments of complete quiet, you lifted your head off of his chest, hand pausing its careful patterns along his heated skin. There was a pensive look in his eyes, eyebrows crooked downward and nose just beginning to scrunch as he thought. Just as your lips were parting to ask if you’d offended him, Spencer spoke.

“How would you feel about being my real girlfriend?”

If someone had told you on the flight here that you’d end up dating Dr. Spencer Reid, you would’ve laughed in their face. It didn’t seem plausible, to show up here and make such an impression that he wanted to keep you around for the foreseeable future. Still, it was impossible to deny the connection you felt with him, the deep fluttering in your chest when you looked at him. If you felt so strongly now, how would you feel when you truly got to know him?

“When this is all over, take me on a date, Dr. Reid,” you told him, knowing there were far too many words that needed to be said between you. For now, all you wanted was to stay safe in the bubble he’d created just for you. The two of you would stay entangled with each other for the rest of the night, pressed against each other despite the room in the bed.

The next morning, you’d be introduced to the team and none of them would miss the way Spencer’s eyes brightened as he showed you off. Neither of you said a word about what transpired the night before, but then again, no one needed to.

Everyone saw the way you two were meant for each other, perfectly constructed to be two halves of a beautiful work of art.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

NSFW TAGLIST

@samuel-de-champagne-problems @matthewgraygublerlover @silverhetdanes @ssawonderland @safespacespence @shemarmooresfedora @reidsbookclub @alexontheinternet @katymarie @mrsobrien888 @alexxavicry @writingquillsandpainpills @fightingdragonswithreid @idfvc @lil-stark @lady-anon-x @sweetandsunny @stillsleepynat @this-is-doctor-and-its-calm @pygmygoat-bicyclehelmet @nichmeddar @givemeth @spencerreidat3am @pastelbabygirl19

taglist link: here

[jaehyunfirstlove]

Pairing: classmate!jaehyun x webcam model!f.reader

Genre: smut (18+ only)

Warnings: unprotected sex, fingering, cum play, exhibitionism

Word count: 2.2k

A/N: requested by a lovely anon, hope you like it, and sorry it took so long!

*Disclaimer: I am not well-versed in webcam shows and did my research through wiki so I hope it makes sense :)

“Y/N, you wanna come out for a drink with us tonight?”

The class had just finished and you were packing up your things when Yuna came by to ask you if you wanted to go out with them.

“Sorry guys, I gotta start on that paper tonight.”

“Aw come on, it’s Friday night!” Yuna pouted, but you just shook your head.

“You know me, if I don’t start something right away I’ll procrastinate and wait till the last minute,” you shrugged. Out of the corner of your eye you noticed Jaehyun, the guy you’d been crushing on, standing amongst your group of friends. You pulled Yuna closer to you.

“Is Jaehyun going?” you whispered into her ear.

“Uh-huh,” she nodded, a shit-eating grin spreading across her face. “Now you wanna come along, don’t you?”

You were torn. You absolutely would’ve loved the chance to get to know Jaehyun better since you never had a chance during class, and outside of it you were too busy with your studies and your cam shows. But Friday nights were your biggest nights, and if you didn’t stream tonight you’d lose out on a huge payday.

“Ugh, I can’t,” you reluctantly declined, “I’m sorry, guys.”

Yuna just shrugged. “Yeah, you’ll be sorry alright.” She turned around, hooking her arm through Jaehyun’s and pulling him away. She turned back to look at you and smiled innocently, while you just gave her the finger before walking away.

---

“Well, that’s all for tonight everyone, thanks for coming by.”

You saluted the camera and blew a kiss, your signature goodbye, as the last messages in the chat came in wishing you a good night and thanking you for the show. You couldn’t help but notice that one of your favorite viewers, peachyvalentine77, hadn’t joined at all that night. He was one of your best tippers, one of your sweetest and most polite customers, and he almost never missed a show.

You went into the bathroom to get yourself cleaned up, but your mind wandered to Jaehyun, wondering what he was doing while out with your friends. You knew Yuna had just been teasing you by linking arms with him, it was her way of trying to persuade you and on any other day it would have worked. As it was, you’d made a killing tonight, all of the money you made paying for the astronomical fees your college was charging you. If it weren’t for your cam shows, you wouldn’t have been able to afford to go to college in the first place.

Sighing to yourself, you went about thinking what Jaehyun must be like, if he was as sweet as he seemed, while you decided to paint your nails a vivid blue. You wondered mindlessly if Jaehyun liked blue, if he maybe thought your hands were pretty, or most importantly, what he might think if he found out you were a cam girl.

---

Saturday nights were your next busiest nights, and you were pleased to see peachyvalentine77 sign on like he normally did.

Pv77: hi gorgeous

Me: oh you’re here! Missed you yesterday

Pv77: sorry had plans

Pv77: missed you though

He sent more messages throughout the show like he always did, praising you and showering you with compliments. He also tipped really well, as usual, right up until the show ended.

Pv77: i’ll see you again soon gorgeous

Pv77: and i love your nails btw

Pv77: blue is my fav color :)

You smiled at his message, happy to have impressed him.

---

The following Monday you were exhausted in class, your friends thinking you were studying too hard but really it was too many late night cam shows. You noticed Jaehyun looking at you curiously, and you figured you must have looked really bad for him to notice. He kept glancing at you during class, and oddly enough, kept staring at your fingers. When class was over, you were packing up your stuff slowly, your energy lagging, when he came up to you.

“Hey, Y/N,” he greeted you, and you were slightly shocked that he knew your name, but you figured Yuna had probably told him.

“Hi, Jaehyun,” you answered, somewhat shyly because he was looking at you quite intensely.

“Can I… ask you a question?” he was hesitant in how he asked, but his eyes felt like they were boring into your face.

“Sure,” you answered, wondering what he was going to ask you, and feeling very self-conscious with the way he was looking at you.

“By the way,” he started casually, pointing to your nails, “blue is my favorite color.”

You could feel the heat rise in your cheeks, as his gaze slowly went from your nails to your face. You knew then you were caught, and you looked at each other in shocked surprise.

“You’re… peachyvalentine77?” you whispered, your hand going up to your mouth.

“And you’re Y/N-cam?” the look of shock on his face slowly changed as his suspicion was confirmed, a wide smile spreading that made his dimples extra deep. “Oh wow, I can’t believe it.”

Mortification quickly took over, as you realized you had just been found out, by your crush no less. You couldn’t have him spreading this news, especially to your friend group.

“Oh my god, Jaehyun, you can’t tell anyone about this!” you started to plead with him, putting your hands together in a supplicating gesture.

He looked at you quizzically, before a slow smile spread across his face. “Absolutely, my lips are sealed.” He made the motion of zipping up his lips but not before he looked at you with a sly grin. “But…”

“But what?” you didn’t like where this was going, the look on his face starting to alarm you.

“But my silence comes at a price.”

You knew it, you knew it was too good to be true, your good fortune had run out and now you were going to be blackmailed, by the one guy you were hoping to date. You were too busy calculating how many more shows you had to do to be able to pay him when you realized he was looking at you expectantly.

“Okay, what’s your price,” you sighed, willing to pay anything to have your secret kept.

“Well, I was actually thinking of something that would benefit both of us,” he began, and he really got your attention then. You looked at him to see if he was playing with you, but he had a pretty sincere, if a little mischievous, look on his face.

“And what’s that?” you asked suspiciously.

He leaned in closer, and at that distance you could see the gold specks amongst the brown of his irises, and smell the heady scent of his cologne. “How about we do a show… together.”

You blinked a few times, unsure if you heard him correctly, but he was still regarding you questioningly. “Are you serious, Jaehyun? Don’t joke about this stuff.”

He looked taken aback. “Of course I’m serious. I think we should do a show together.”

“Like have sex? On camera?” you clarified, and he nodded, smiling at your realization. You thought about it, while looking at his gorgeous face, and all of a sudden you were thinking about how he would feel inside you and just like that your pussy made your decision for you.

“Okay, I’m in.”

---

Jaehyun came over on a Friday night, easily your busiest night, and therefore he figured you’d make a killing if you had sex on camera. He showed up at your place looking, and smelling, absolutely delicious, and you almost wanted to jump his bones right then and there and forget about the cam show altogether. But he was perfectly professional, helping you set up the camera and lighting to get everything just right.

“Ready?” you asked, when there was nothing left to do but start the show. You couldn’t help but be nervous, since it was your first time having sex on camera, and your first time having sex with Jaehyun. He noticed your apprehension, taking your hand and squeezing it reassuringly.

“I’m ready,” he responded, looking you in the eye, “I got you, okay? Anytime you want to stop, just squeeze my hand, okay?” He squeezed your hand to demonstrate what you should do, and you nodded, grateful for his understanding.

“Okay, here we go.” You started the camera, and did your customary greeting. You noticed people logging into the chat, and once you had a good number going you made your announcement.

“Everyone, today is a special show, since we have a special guest.” You held out your hand, and Jaehyun joined you, the camera set up so your faces wouldn’t be shown. “This is my friend, we’ll call him Jay.”

The chat lit up, and tips started to pour in, no doubt in anticipation of what was to come. You and Jaehyun shared surprised yet satisfied looks.

“I’m sure you’ve all guessed what’s going to happen today, so let’s get to it.” You led Jaehyun to the bed, and positioned yourselves so that the camera wouldn’t capture your faces.

“Are you ready?” he whispered in your ear, while rubbing your sides gently with his hands. His touch ignited something in you, and you nodded, biting your lip as you got into position. “I’ll go slow.”

You were wearing crotchless panties, so all he had to do was reach down between your legs, rubbing your pussy with his fingers. He groaned when he found you wet, and the sound just made you want him more, your hands coming up to grip his arms as he fingered you.

“Mmm,” you moaned, already losing yourself to his touch. You noticed the prominent bulge in his Calvin Kleins, so you rubbed him over the fabric, eliciting more beautiful sounds from his mouth. 

“Oh god, Jay, I need you inside me right now.” You had wanted to go slow, you had meant to go slow, but he was driving you crazy with how sexy he was. You took a glance at the screen and saw the tips still pouring in.

“Are you sure?” he whispered, “I was thinking we should drag this out.”

“I can’t,” you responded honestly, “I just really want you to fuck me right now.”

His eyes grew dark at your admission, and he removed his fingers from you, pulling his boxers down and pumping his cock as he stared down at you. You bit your lip as you watched him, everything in slow motion as he knelt between your legs and placed the tip of his cock at your entrance. You took a moment to look over at the monitor, tips lighting up the screen, as his cock parted you. 

Your mouth opened in a wordless scream, back arching off the bed as he entered you, his size not something your body was accustomed to. You grasped at the sheets, as he inched slowly inside you, his face intense as he watched your reaction.

“Can you take my cock?” he asked, voice husky, and you could only nod, “you’re so fucking tight, but your pussy is taking me so well.”

His dirty talk was heightening your arousal, and you couldn’t help but squeeze him, the walls of your pussy contracting around his cock. He hissed at the feeling, before he bottomed out with one hard thrust.

You screamed, clutching to the sheets as he started to pound into you, grunting with each thrust.

“You like it, baby?” he groaned, “show everyone how much you like my cock.”

You moaned and thrashed, the pleasure he was giving you sending you into a frenzy. “Oh, oh fuck, yes, yes, your cock feels so good inside me.” You had a vague notion that you were probably blabbering, but the way he was rutting into you was making you crazy.

“Jay! Oh my god, yes! Just like that, fuck me just like that,” you went on, grabbing onto his back now and digging your nails in as he fucked you, the bed shaking from his harsh thrusts.

“You’re so good for me, baby, your pussy was made for me,” he cooed, reaching down to squeeze your breasts over the lace of your bra. You moaned when he pulled the fabric down and pinched your nipple, moaned louder when he tugged lightly on the hardened bud. “So good,” he whispered, ducking his head down quickly so he could suck on your nipple, making sure his face couldn’t be seen on camera.

You moaned even louder when he tugged at your nipple lightly with his teeth, all while pounding into you at an insane pace.

“Jay, you’re gonna make me come,” you moaned, your entire body tingling as you felt your orgasm build up.

“You’re gonna come for me, come all over my cock,” he growled, rubbing at your clit now with his thumb. It was enough, sending you crashing, your limbs convulsing as you came, pussy pulsing around him. He groaned deep within his chest, then pulled out when you were done, pumping his cum all over your stomach.

You’d almost forgotten about the camera, wanting to just pull him down and kiss him until he was breathless, but you suddenly remembered, sparing a look at the screen. The tips were continuing to pour in, and you couldn’t help but smile up at him.

“So your idea worked,” you whispered at him, and he smiled at you.

“Told you it would,” he responded, winking at you before he leaned over and shut the camera off, leaning down to capture your lips in his.

[lucifer-is-a-bag-of-dicks]

Was thinking about the OP Danny tag and had an Idea.

So you know that one fic where everyone not from Amity Park are instinctively terrified of Danny? It’s basically that but with superheroes.

The supers are expecting, prepared for even, the aura of danger that Phantom and other ghosts emit and therefore aren’t too freaked out by him.

What they aren’t expecting however is feeling Existential Dread when they meet the otherwise unassuming son of Dr. and Dr. Fenton.

I'm not sure which fic that is but please!! send me a link!! I want to read it!! I love anything about outsiders interacting with anything/one from Amity Park

also Dr. and Dr. Fenton I am all about that, I've had it in my head for a long time that people who don't know them personally refer to them as Dr, but not people in their general daily life because they find it confusing, and I'm now realising I never made a post about that oops

(to clarify, the Fentons go by Mr and Mrs in regards to school meetings and professional conversations and such so they know which one of them someone is addressing, using body language and eye contact cues do not work because Jack doesn't generally look at people he's speaking with, it was Maddie's idea to drop the Dr titles because she preferred to make things easier for Jack rather than harass him about being better at reading people, because she is a Supportive Wife who doesn't shame her neurodivergent husband)

and I love that Creepy Boy aura, especially when people don't know he's Phantom because okay since we've been using DC heroes a lot I'll use them as a solid example for this next giant tangent

they probably wouldn't peg Danny's secret identity right away, like we know Batman is World's Greatest Detective but until he actually sees both Danny AND Phantom with his own two eyes he wouldn't make the connection because Danny has a Superman identity

by which I mean his strength is that nobody expects him to have a secret identity

people think Superman lives in the Fortress of Solitude, he has an alien home and an alien name and as far as people are concerned he just dropped onto earth a fully grown man, why would he need a secret identity?

Danny is exactly the same, as far as people know he's a ghost, his home is the Ghost Zone, he can't have a secret identity because he's dead, the closest thing he has to that is whoever he was when he was alive and that could have been anyone from any time within the last decade, any similarity noticed between Phantom and Danny would be chalked up to a simple coincidence, especially considering the headcanon that Phantom's body is built slightly different to Danny's (I run this through the transdanny canon where his ghost self presents more masc due to it reflecting Danny's body in a way that Feels Right to him)

so nobody, not even Batman, expects him to have any kind of human disguise, the only giveaway would be the fact that Batman has seen this trick before with Superman and still figured it out, so once he meets this kid who is the child of ghost hunters, who lives on top of the ghost portal, has an incredibly off-putting aura, and looks an awful lot like Phantom, that would be enough for him to start digging where most people would brush it away as coincidence

but like, who even knows how long it would take for him to come into contact with Danny's human self, he could have known about Phantom for days, weeks, or even years before ever realising that he's part human

it is super fun to imagine that first meeting though, when this gangly needy teenager is tagging along with his parents on this trip to install ghost tech in the watchtower (actually I vaguely recall reading a one shot fic about that premise yeeeaaaars ago but I can't remember what it was called RIP if I find it again I'll link it) and then any one of these seasoned superheroes who interact with him are like, 'bruh that kid gives me the creeps'

I can't help but draw a comparison to people feeling the same way around him as they feel around Jason Todd, because death leaves a stank on people that they just can't shake off

also I just want another excuse to use the Dead Boys Squad tag again sorry not sorry

[whatisthiswritingthing]

Get Over Yourself - Lindsey Horan x Reader

Prompt: The Great Horan x reader? Where she and R aren’t a thing, but there are some feelings there. R always flirts with her and asks her out a lot, but Lindsey always rejects her. Eventually, R stops doing it bc she doesn’t want to continue being hurt and disappointed by the rejection. So, when R gets shipped with another teammate (you decide) by the fans, R has to flirt with them as PR stunt. Lindsey gets jealous and realizes that she wants to be the only one R flirts with. Cue an angsty fight between the two until she finally tells R how she feels and they make up.

“Hey Linds, do you believe in love at first sight?” Y/N smirked, slowly walking past Lindsey, pausing, waiting for the midfielder to acknowledge her. Once Lindsey looked up, cocking her head to the side, she continued, “or do you need me to walk by again?” Y/N winked, giving a slow, dramatic strut past.

Several players rolled their eyes, some boo’ing, while others squirted Y/N with water. Lindsey just rolled her eyes, fighting a smirk, “come on, let’s pass,” she reached a handout for Y/N to help tug her up.

Y/N grasped the offered hand, tugging Lindsey to a standing position. Lindsey, not expecting Y/N to actually pull her up, pushed herself up at the same time, crashing her body into Y/N’s.

“If you wanted to feel me up, you just had to ask,” Y/N smirked, hands on either of Lindsey’s hips to help steady her.

“You gotta buy me dinner first for that,” Lindsey gave Y/N a gentle shove to the chest before jogging away, tapping a ball with her.

“Yea?” Y/N hesitated, biting her lip, watching the blonde to see if she was serious or not. The friends had such a flirtatious relationship, the lines between friends and more had been blurred, were blurred. Hands would wander, hugs lingered, eyes always finding each other in crowded rooms. Y/N was the first person Lindsey would seek out when she needed to talk about something, needed comfort, or just needed to hear Y/N’s voice.

Anyone watching the two women could easily interpret the interactions would assume the friends were a couple. But they weren’t. The concept of a romantic relationship had never been discussed. Y/N had been working to feel out if it was more than harmless flirting for Lindsey, like it was for herself. But their friendship had been like this for so long, Y/N didn’t know how Lindsey felt.

Y/N knew how she felt, how she couldn’t help be drawn to Lindsey, and would be more than willing maintain the friendship as long as it meant she still got to be with the midfielder. Worried if Lindsey knew the true intention behind Y/N’s flirting it would push her away.

Y/N was brought out of her musings when Lindsey flipped a ball into her stomach.

“We playing or not you weirdo?” Lindsey smirked.

“Oh yea,” Y/N kicked the ball back, still only half paying attention. Her thoughts still on her feelings for the blonde, distracted by Lindsey implying she might want to go for dinner with Y/N, “so you, me, dinner. Then you can feel me up as much as you want,” the soccer player smirked, but her eyes critically watching the midfielder.

Lindsey scoffed, rolling her eyes, “What, like a date?” thinking it was a joke, laughed, juggling the ball a few times before passing it back, “like I would ever date you,” she continued to laugh alone.

Y/N felt her entire body heat up. Lindsey thought it was a joke. A joke they would ever date. That she was a joke, the concept of them as a joke, “hey, I was just trying to give you free access to touch all this,” she awkwardly motioned the length of her body, “your loss, “she tried to play it off, hoping her voice sounded more nonchalant than it really felt.

Thankfully, Y/N was saved from having to hear what Lindsey would say or do by practicing beginning.

For the next two hours, it was Y/N could do to avoid Lindsey. Switching lines for drills, have to re-tie her cleats several times, even requesting more work with the defenders to avoid all the midfielders. Everyone gave Y/N strange looks when she darted away at the water break and Lindsey reached out to touch a bruise forming on Y/N’s leg.

Somehow, Y/N managed to avoid the team for the next two days. Arriving just on time to meetings, meals, and practices. Leaving as soon as she could. She spent two days putting in extra workouts, extra training, or just wandering the mall. Anything that would keep her put of the hotel and away from the team. She was only trying to avoid the blonde, but she knew it was near impossible to avoid one person in the close group of women.

“Y/L/N!” one of the media coordinators called her as she tried to rush out of another meeting on the third day, “you and Mewis are up for media, let’s go.”

“Fuck” Y/N mumbled, slowly turning around to follow the media person.

“Don’t sound so excited!” Kristie slung an arm across Y/N’s shoulders, “we’re both hot, funny, and supposedly really good at soccer. We are a triple threat!” she tugged Y/N to a stop to jump on her back for a piggy back ride, “we get stuck, just flex these guns,” Kristie teasingly squeezed Y/N’s arms, “and they’ll all be so distracted we can just run away.”

That drew a genuine laugh from the soccer player, she tightened her hold under the blondes’ legs and carried her into the media room.

The media team all laughed as the pair walked in, Kristie having wrapped her legs around Y/N’s waist and around her shoulders., holding so tightly Y/N didn’t need to hold her. Looking similar to koala on a branch.

“USWNT presents ‘Koala or Kristie’. Where we show you a picture and you decide if it’s a koala or a Kristie,” Y/N announced to the media staff as she turned so Kristie could let go and drop right into the chair. When Kristie didn’t let go right away, Y/N reached behind her and began tickling the blonde until her grip let go and she fell into the chair.

The staff all laughed at the pairs antics, “you guys are already live,” one called while the two finished settling into the chairs, handing a phone over so they could read the questions being sent in.

Y/N smirked while she scrolled through the comments, letting Kristie introduce them and officially start their session.

“Alright Y/N/N,” Kristie leaned into Y/N’s side to attempt to read the phone and choose a question, “start off with a good one.”

“I have one of my own before I get to the fan ones,” Y/N giggled, grinning at the blonde while she tugged the phone away, “do you think you have the right koala-fications?”

Kristie stared at Y/N before glancing to the media staff behind the camera, “I think I’m busy today guys, I am available when I can do this with anyone else.”

Y/N maintained a serious expression, “that answers that, Kristie Mewis does not have the right koala-fications,” she began scrolling through the phone looking for a real fan question while Kristie turned and mock gasped at Y/N, “if I could play any other sport professionally, I would be a basketball player,” she continued on, ignoring Kristie staring at her.

Y/N deliberately focused on the phone, waiting for Kristie to say anything, her serious expression slipping and a smirk cracking through.

Kristie shook her head, “no way you could be a basketball player, you’re way too short,” she held a hand up next to her, drastically exaggerating Y/N’s height.

“But I’ve got mad hops, and big feet!” Y/N put her hands under her knee and lifted her leg, so her foot was in view of the camera.

“That just means you have big feet, not that it will make you a good basketball player,” Kristie laughed, pushing Y/N’s foot away from her.

“My mom said I’ll grow into them, there’s still a chance,” Y/N shrugged her shoulders. She knew she wouldn’t get any taller, but it was fun working Kristie up.

“You’re 28, you’re not growing into your feet at this point,” Kristie rolled her eyes, shaking her head, “read a question!”

Much of their live session went that way, very few questions being answered. The friends easily distracted, telling stories or just bantering, forgetting the camera was there entirely.

By the end of the say, the video had been picked apart, screenshots were made, and new a secret couple was formed.

Y/N had gone back to avoiding the team, her thoughts even more jumbled now that everyone assumed she was with Kristie. She didn’t have feelings for Kristie, she loved her like a friend and loved their easy going dynamic, but it would never be anything more that. And she knew Kristie felt the same.

“You’re avoiding me,” Lindsey said as greeting when Y/N walked into her room the next day.

“Fuck!” Y/N stepped back into the closed door, her body crashing against it, “what the fuck Lindsey?” she stomped further into the room.

“You’re avoiding me,” Lindsey repeated, sitting in a chair in the corning, watching Y/N move around the room.

“I’m not avoiding you,” Y/N continued to rummage around the room, mindlessly moving things around in order to look busy, “how��d you get into my room?”

“Kicked your rookie out, convinced the poor kid medical needed to redo their testing,” she answered quickly, “you’re avoiding me,” she said it a third time.

“I’m not avoiding you,” Y/N began to refold her suitcase to keep her hands busy and continue to avoid looking at the blonde critically staring at her, “but just to clarify, if I was, you thought the solution was to corner me in my room?”

“Is this because of practice the other day?” Lindsey pushed out of the chair and closed the distance between them, “because I know I’ve felt you up for less than dinner before,” she chuckled softly, stepping close, pressing her body against y/N’s placing a handout to land low on Y/N’s hip.

Y/N abruptly dropped the shirt she was folding and took two large steps away from Lindsey, “Fuck Lindsey, it’s not always about you. I’m not avoiding you. I haven’t hung out with anyone else,” she snapped, her jaw clenching while she stared hard at Lindsey.

Lindsey stared wide eyed at the sudden outburst before gathering herself, snapping back, “yet, Kristie gets to hang all over you.”

“You hang all over me all the time Lindsey, it’s the same thing. Besides, it was for the live thing we did,” Y/N didn’t know what she was so angry all of a sudden. She was avoiding Lindsey and Lindsey was just calling her out on the immature behaviour. Y/N really didn’t understand why she was upset, Lindsey had a right to confront her avoidance. Y/N was the one that had decided to pull away when it seemed Lindsey didn’t see their friendship as anything more. But what Y/N really didn’t understand, was why Lindsey was so upset about Kristie being on her.  

Lindsey knew why she was upset. She had spent the last two days always just missing Y/N and had replayed all their interactions before Y/N seemingly disappeared. The only thing she could come up with when she joked about them going out and shooting down Y/N’s dinner invite. Then she watched the live session Y/N did with Kristie, a few other players planning on throwing in their own obscure questions. The feeling she got in her chest watching Y/N carry Kristie in was a feeling she couldn’t place; she’d never felt it before.

Jealously was what Alex said.

Longing was what Kelley said.

Infatuation was what Rose said.

Gross was what Sam said, thinking it was directed at her sister.

Realization was what Sonnett said.

She sat silent the entire time, that feeling growing throughout. She ruminated on what her friends. None of the words fit, yet, they all fit. That was the problem, they all fit. She was realizing her feelings for Y/N. She was infatuated with how effortlessly funny she was. Longed to be the one Y/N was making smile the way she was making Kristie smile. And she jealous Kristie got to be the one Y/N was with while she had been avoided for two days.

So, Lindsey knew why she was upset. She was frustrated at herself because she wanted to tell Y/N how she felt but she couldn’t get the words out. Could only make a joke that didn’t end up being a great joke because now Y/N was upset too.

“Get over yourself Lindsey. You don’t get a say in who hangs on me and who doesn’t,” Y/N said, her voice had started firm, but sounded defeated by the end. She looked down before shuffling back to the bed to resume folding her clothes.

“But what if I did?” Lindsey rushed out, crinkling her face at how that sounded, implying Y/N was something someone controlled, “fuck, that came out wrong! I meant, I want hang all over you and you to hang all over me. And dinner, so I can feel you up. And I don’t want you avoiding me anymore.”

Y/N’s hands paused while she folder her shirt, before continuing, her eyes never leaving the shirt, “Lindsey, you don’t get to come in here pissed at me because you got jealous, then expect things to be alright.”

“I don’t want that or expect that! Yes, I got so jealous when I saw you and Kristie together and I didn’t even understand what it meant. But then I figured it out, I wanted all our banter and jokes about being together to be real. I don’t want to call you at the end of bad day, because I won’t have to because you’ll be in the bed next to me,” Lindsey saw Y/N’s hands stop moving and the shirt slip back on top of the suit case, Y/N’s arms dropping to her side, but she still wouldn’t look up.  

Lindsey took a tentative step closer, not wanting to spook the girl away like she had initially.

“I want it all to be real. I want everything we had a couple days ago again, but I want it to be real and more. I want this gross longing feeling to stop because I have you again,” taking a risk, she gently held Y/N’s hand and giving it a squeeze.

Y/N squeezed back before letting go, “Linds, just because you got jealous doesn’t me this is what you want. You like the idea of me, you don’t like me. And we can try and go back to how it was before, but my feelings are real, Lindsey, I know how I feel about you.”

“My feelings are real too!” Lindsey gripped Y/N’s hand again, tight, “this isn’t just me being jealous, watching you with Kristie was just what I needed to realize that I was just too scared to admit how I felt about you. I know how I feel about you,” she finished with conviction, reaching for other hand and squeezed both tight.

“Ok,” Y/N nodded, seeing the sincerity on Lindsey’s face.

“Ok?”

Lindsey was confused, she poured her heart out and she gets is ok?

“I don’t know your feelings Linds, but I trust you, and if you say they are real, then they’re real,” she smiled.

“So, can I take you for dinner?” Lindsey asked, still shy even though she knew the answer would be yes.

“And you can feel me up all you want after.”

[sevlgi]

what we want

requested: yes x2

group: blackpink

pairing: jennie x fem!reader

genre: angst, fluff

contents: idol!jennie, idol!reader, pr relationship

warnings: none

synopsis: Jennie’s lost herself somewhere along the way of achieving her dream. Behind that tough, cruel mask of hers, she doesn’t know what she wants, and maybe uncovering the mask you wear is what will help her realize it.

a/n: this is so much heavier than either of you guys asked for asalknasdfkj... but i wrote my longest fic yet in less than 2 days!!!! i think that’s an achievement :D

word count: 6k

Kim Jennie did not have a good reputation, and she didn’t really give a shit about it.

At least, that’s what everyone thought. That’s what everyone knew, with the numerous articles a week about South Korea’s resident fuckgirl, with Dispatch’s 20 cameramen hired just to follow Jennie. She was careless, she was cold, and she care what anyone else said about her. 

What no one cared about was Jennie’s reasoning. Because while the first time sneaking out to a club and losing herself in fruit-flavored shots and skimming touches was simply for the fun of it, it was the aftereffect that made her keep going. Because with the articles of Kim Jennie’s newest scandal, Blackpink’s album sales shot through the roof, YG’s stocks completely flipped around, and Jennie herself decided it was worth it. It didn’t matter if her members looked at her a little differently, like they didn’t recognize her, or if she was the only one constantly excluded from appreciation tweets on Twitter. If acting out would help promote them more than her agency ever did, she could do it.

And she did. For almost a year, Jennie became Kpop’s most well-known idol, for better or for worse. For almost a year, Blackpink’s sales were unmatched by any group or artist around the world and Jennie couldn’t read her Instagram comments without wanting to throw up. 

It took a year for YGE to finally do something, and by then, Jennie wasn’t sure she particularly cared anymore.

“Jennie.”

“Youngshik.” Her voice was scarily steady and her face just as calm; Jennie knew that the her from ten years ago, the teenager who was accepted into the company under Youngshik’s watch, wouldn’t be able to recognize her as she sat before the man with crossed arms and a blank expression. But as he stared at her with disappointment glazing his eyes, Jennie lifted her chin higher, almost daring him to speak.

When he did, he sounded almost cautious of his words. “Jennie, I know you. This isn’t like you at all, you can’t carry on like this.”

“What do you know about me?” She had to keep herself from wincing at her own tone, sharp enough to draw blood. “Huh? You haven’t cared about me for the past year, haven’t cared about us. And who the fuck said I can’t carry on? I’m doing just fine.”

Youngshik shook his head. “Please. Ch-- your members know. I know. All you may see right now is the attention you’re gaining, the fleeting ecstasy you get every night, but you aren’t doing yourself any favors right now.”

As much as she hated it, Youngshik’s words cut deep. She wanted to scream out that she was doing this for her members, for the company, and that it didn’t matter what her reputation was like, but Jennie schooled herself into the person everyone believed and knew her to be. “I’m the only thing keeping you afloat right now. You’re wasting them-- Chaeng, Lisa, Jisoo. They keep practicing but you waste them. I’m only doing what you won’t,” Jennie defended herself, anger seeping into her voice at the thought of her members.

“Jennie. MNet has threatened to drop you from the next season of Queendom.” The man’s voice was quiet but deadly, and Jennie couldn’t seem to open her mouth at the thought of her members’ practice being wasted because of her. Youngshik took that as a sign to continue, “I realize that what you’re doing is increasing sales, but netizens hate you right now. You know that, don’t you? We’re trying to help.”

“Oh yeah? How’re you going to help?” Jennie sighed. “Lock me up in your dungeon again?”

“Quite the opposite,” he answered, leaning forward. “We’re going to keep you in check. The only thing that Dispatch likes more than clubbing scandals is leaked couples, and that’s what we’re going to give them.”

She crossed her arms and leaned back. “And how is that going to keep me in check? Dispatch already knows I like girls, giving me a well-behaved boyfriend isn’t going to be believable.’

Just as the words left her mouth, a knock sounded on the frosted glass pane in Youngshik’s office door, and the man stood. “You’ll see once you meet her.”

Her?

Jennie didn’t turn even when she heard the door open, or when Youngshik murmured, “Junho, thank you for coming.”

“Of course. This is her?”

“This is her. Jennie?”

She finally turned, face impassive, but Jennie couldn’t stop her eyes from widening when she saw the person standing in the doorway. You-- she recognized you, specifically the polite smile you wore on your face as you offered a handshake. She remembered hearing you be praised for your constant professionalism, your sterling reputation, and your bubbly personality. “Hi, I’m Y/N. I’m a big fan of yours.”

“Jennie Kim, but I’m assuming you already knew that,” she said by way of greeting. You nearly winced at her flat tone, but the mask remained on and you gingerly took the empty seat just by her. “So. Am I the only one in the dark here?”

“Not anymore,” Junho smiled. Unlike Youngshik, he looked pleasant, a smile crinkling at the side of his eyes, but Jennie disliked him nonetheless. “The two of you know by now that you’re being set up in a fake relationship. Jennie, YGE’s main concern with you is your reputation. You club, you drink, you... sleep with people.”

She simply nodded, waiting for the point. Youngshik jumped in, “Y/N, on the other hand, has a stellar reputation. Never has had a scandal in her career, except when she publicly came out, and even that had a good reception.”

“How nice,” Jennie deadpanned.

Junho sighed, folding his hands in his lap. “Miss Kim. Despite your shortcomings and the methods that you achieved such fame, you are nonetheless the most well known female idol in the world. From this relationship, you’ll gain stability as well as a cover, a perfectly sweet girlfriend who’ll lighten your image up. And Y/N will receive more attention by your side, exactly what we want for her and her group. Is that clear?”

Jennie wished she could say no-- after all, you obviously weren’t going to-- but she also knew that the two men were right. She could profit, achieve exactly what she was trying to do, but with less damage done to Blackpink’s image. And as much as she wished she could rebel, she found herself sighing through tightened lips. “Clear. I agree.”

“You didn’t exactly have a choice.” Still, Youngshik slid a contract and a pen across the table, and Jennie signed in the blank without a second glance. “Good. Though we realize that this relationship is fake, we want you to at least pretend to be in love, so get to know each other. It’ll be a while.”

“Great,” you sighed. Jennie was slightly surprised by the hint of sarcasm in your voice, but she lost interest when you assumed a polite smile yet again. “How do we do that?”

Junho exchanged a glance with Youngshik but answered by himself, “If it was me, I’d start with a coffee.”

“Can I order something for you?”

“I’m good.”

Your smile was tight, and Jennie wondered how many snide comments she could make before you snapped. But apparently, one wasn’t enough, as you tugged your mask up. “Okay. I’ll get something for you when you feel like it, just wait for me in that booth.”

Without something to argue about, Jennie could only obey, sliding into the booth furthest away from any people. She sighed, staring at the ceiling; she hated that you were being pushed into the contract to save her, and she hated even more that she was purposefully being so difficult for you to deal with. But the truth was that Jennie couldn’t let you keep her in check, couldn’t let you get under her skin or change her from the way that she had been for years. No matter what YGE said, she was succeeding, and she wasn’t having the worst time in the world while she did.

“Uh. I got you a green juice, I hope you don’t mind.”

Jennie stared at you as you slid the bottle over the table to her, removing your mask just to flash her an annoyingly sweet smile. “I didn’t ask for it.”

You shrugged, “Oh, I know. But I read somewhere that you liked green juices, and I didn’t feel right letting you- letting my girlfriend go without a drink.”

“Don’t call me that.” Jennie cleared her throat when she realized how cruel she sounded, and rephrased it softer. “Don’t.”

“Okay. I understand,” you mumbled, clasping your hands over the iced Americano you held. “So. When did we start dating?” When Jennie frowned in confusion, you clarified, “We’re supposed to have a believable, synced story, right? To seem more real?”

The other girl bit her lip but nodded in agreement. “You’re right. Would two months be enough?”

Jennie wanted to tell you to stop pursing your lips when you thought, wanted to make you stop looking so approachable and sweet when you were sitting across from the most-hated idol in Korea. But she shut herself up, if only not to offend someone who she’d be spending a lot of time with. “I think so. We could say that we met at the Gayo Daejeon, since that was three months ago. I asked for your number,” you hummed and pulled out a notepad. “And a month after becoming friends, you asked me on a date.”

“Why did I ask you on a date?” Jennie asked, eyebrows raised. 

“I asked for your number, let’s keep it fair,” you answered with a slight chuckle. “Okay. What would you want to do on a date?”

She considered the question, tapping her nails against the table. “The Han River? Lots of people go in masks, so it’s possible for us to have gone without anyone seeing us. There’s food, nice scenery, we could take pictures--”

“You’re a real romantic, Kim Jennie,” you smiled, pen scratching against the paper of your notepad. “Okay. And we don’t live with each other, since you have a dorm... one of us has to be caught on the route between to make it believable.”

“I don’t think we have to.” Jennie crossed her arms, not moving even when you turned your notepad so she could see. “We just need to be seen in public together a couple times, hold hands once. Dispatch will eat it up.”

You sighed softly and tucked the notebook away. “Okay. At-- at least add me on Kakao. So we can communicate and stuff.”

She stood, tugging her jacket on and her hat down to hide her eyes. “Don’t have Kakao. Have a nice day, Y/N Y/L/N.”

And just like that, with a jingle of the front door’s bell, she was gone, and you could only stare at the untouched bottle of juice across from you or the glass door swinging closed.

Jennie liked practicing with her members. Of course she did-- there was no one she loved more than those 3 girls, and spending time with them was always exactly what she needed. And practice reminded her of better, simpler times: learning a new choreo with Lisa for the next evaluation, practicing English with Chaeng, or asking Jisoo for help with vocals. There were memories in the scratches on the floorboards of the practice rooms, and Jennie liked feeling them every time she stepped inside.

But besides that, it was a secure place. No Dispatch, no cameras, and certainly no PR stunt girlfriends. It was supposed to be her happy place, her home away from the dorm, and the last resort for time alone.

Of course, you had to change that.

“Jennie, Y/N’s here to see you.”

At the sound of her manager’s voice, Jennie’s ankle twisted and she fell to the ground, still panting from dancing. Jisoo bent down to help her up, Chaeyoung and Lisa stopping their practices too. “What?”

He raised an eyebrow, tilting his head towards the hallway outside. “Your ‘girlfriend’. She’s here to see you.”

Lisa gasped at that, her head whipping towards Jennie. “Jennie unnie! You have a girlfriend? Since when?”

Jennie winced and waved Jisoo off before walking towards the door. “I... I’ll explain later. Don’t worry about it, keep practicing. I’ll catch up.”

As soon as she stepped outside, she found you standing there, your smile so wide, as if she hadn’t been so cold to you since the beginning. “Hi, Jennie.”

“Why’re you here?” 

You barely faltered at the tone of her voice, holding out one of two bubble teas towards her. “I brought you boba, I thought you might need a rest from practicing. And don’t worry, Dispatch got the pictures they needed, I ‘forgot’ to put on a mask when I got out of the car just outside the building.”

Jennie sighed, but she accepted the offered cup anyway. She was thirsty; all she could hope was that you wouldn’t take it as a sign to keep coming to see her. “And? I thought we agreed that we only needed to be seen in public when our companies schedule it.”

“Well, I’m not just here for the PR,” you frowned. “You’re obviously opposed to actually dating me, or even from becoming friends with me, but it’ll be miserable if we’re both mean to each other. Let’s at least be civil, okay?”

Why? she wanted to ask. How? How can you be so positive even when faced with me? She pursed her lips, taking a sip of the drink. Somehow, you’d gotten her favorite flavor just right, and maybe the sugar rushing in her blood was what prompted her to say, “Civil. Sure. Thank you for the boba, Y/N.”

“Of course!” you grinned. You startled Jennie when you went to take your flannel off, even more so when you reached out to give it to her. “Here, take this.”

“Um. Why?”

Sighing jokingly, you pressed it into her hand. “Next time, you’re coming to see me. If you wear this while you’re caught on film, it’ll raise a lot of suspicions. Exactly what we want, right?”

Jennie nodded at that, closing her fist around the fabric. “Right. So, are you... planning to watch us practice?”

“Oh, no,” you shook your head, waving your hands. “No, I’ll probably just hang around. Unless you want me to?”

Some tiny, annoying section in the back of her mind wanted to say ‘yes’, but Jennie could hear Chaeyoung laughing in the practice room, and the thought of introducing you to her members wasn’t exactly appealing. “No. That’s okay. Thank you for stopping by,” she attempted a smile. Thankfully, you just bowed and waved goodbye again before turning around the corner, and Jennie relaxed with a sigh.

But your smile lingered in her mind. The first time she saw you, she thought it was genuine-- maybe you were just that polite, just that professional, even with how impossible it was. But talking to you on her own, she saw too many false grins, too much effort being put into keeping that likeable, fun personality up.

Perhaps she wasn’t the only one who was lying, but that fact did nothing but scare her more. 

“So. Are we gonna talk about Y/N?”

Jennie sighed, keeping her eyes on the road. “No.”

“Really? Because you didn’t exactly look happy after talking to the person who’s supposed to be your girlfriend.”

The rapper raised her eyebrows even though Jisoo couldn’t see it over the phone. “Well, she isn’t exactly my real girlfriend.”

In the background, Chaeyoung asked, “What? Then why did our manager say she was?”

“It’s a PR stunt,” Jennie said bluntly. Her manager sighed in the front seat but didn’t speak. “That’s it. Y/N has a good reputation, I don’t. I’m in the biggest girl group in the world, she isn’t. We’re benefiting from each other.”

Lisa groaned into the phone, her voice tinny over speaker. “Is that seriously it? I only heard you guys talking, but she’s trying so hard, and you’re shutting her down. It could be good for you, unnie.”

Jennie pinched her nosebridge and pleaded, “Can we please not talk about this? I’m just doing this-- it’s a PR stunt. Nothing else to it. I gotta go anyway.” She ended the call before anyone could say something, leaning back and pressing her hands to her eyes.

“I don’t understand why you’re so opposed to this, Jennie.”

“Please. Shut up,” Jennie groaned, reaching for the flannel on her lap as the car lurched a stop. The smell of perfume swept over her as she tugged the clothing on, leaving her mask off but donning the sunglasses that she’d been paid to wear. “Thank you for driving me, I’ll see you in half an hour.”

Her manager called out, “One hour. Try to have fun, okay?”

It wasn’t like Jennie couldn’t hear the click of cameras following her as she buzzed herself into the apartment building, couldn’t see the flashes half-hidden in the surrounding bushes. But she schooled her expression and let herself into the building, engulfed in silence once again for the 7 minutes before she reached your apartment door.

“Hi, Jennie,” you greeted when you opened the door. It was disarming to see that perfectly crafted, perfectly kind expression, but Jennie followed you inside anyway.  To be honest, the way you decorated your apartment was almost a perfect reflection of the you that you presented-- sweet, comfortable, but a completely blank slate that could be arranged easily. No pictures decorated the walls, just like how your easy smile never left your face, and the only things on your expensive glass shelves were awards and your own albums. But you smiled, “The flannel looks good on you.”

“Thanks. You can have it back,” Jennie mumbled, peeling it off and draping it over one of the acrylic chairs that tastefully decorated your living room. “It’s a nice place. You’re lucky to live alone.”

You hummed, clearing a pile of papers off the couch so that she could sit. “Sure, I guess. It’s a lot lonelier than the dorm, but it is nice to have all the space to myself.”

“Right.” She sat obediently and accepted the petite cup of coffee that you pushed towards her. “So, what are we supposed to do for an hour?”

“I thought we could watch Netflix and grab some takeout,” you chuckled embarrassedly, reaching for the remote. “I can’t really cook, but I’ll pay for anything you want to order.”

Jennie should’ve asked for pizza, jajangmyeon, something inexpensive but universally enjoyable. But the more she looked at you, the more she realized that for all your effort, nothing she did could possibly break you. Making dinnner for you once, even becoming friends with you and pulling away again, wouldn’t change anything when everything she saw of you was... false. So she stood, made her way to the kitchen, and opened to the fridge. “I can cook. What have you got?”

“Oh, you don’t have to,” you protested and followed her over. “I’m serious, I can pay for anything you want.”

The rapper ignored you and frowned at a tub of kimchi. “How does kimchi jigae sound? You’ve got close to nothing in here.”

You were silent for a moment, but sighed and moved to open your cupboards. “Kimchi jigae sounds great. You’re going to be carrying this dinner, I hope you know.”

“That’s no problem,” Jennie chuckled, turning to you slightly. “By the way, have you got any soju?”

“I thought you’d have a better alcohol tolerance.”

“Why?” Jennie groaned, head clutched in her hands. The steam from the cup of coffee that she convinced Chaeyoung to buy for her was absolutely going to melt her makeup, but under the LED lights of the waiting room, she wasn’t sure she cared.

Lisa sighed and patted her shoulder softly as she passed by. “I mean, wasn’t there a month where you went to a different club every night? It’d be weird if you did that completely sober.”

Jennie frowned; she wished she could tell Lisa that she actually spent every night of that month huddled in the corner with a mocktail, hoping to the heavens that Dispatch didn’t burst their way inside and find her hiding. But she shook it off and replied flippantly, “Drinking a lot doesn’t increase everyone’s tolerance, believe it or not. Maybe Y/N just had really strong soju.”

Before the dancer could respond, Jisoo opened the door and popped her head inside. “Hey, guys, they’re ready for us to start filming. And, Jen-- you have a visitor.”

“Who?” she groaned in answer, struggling to her feet and wincing as she removed her sunglasses.

Her question was answered as she reached the stage, finding a familiar face among the camera directors. “Y/N?” she squinted.

“Hey, Jennie!” you shouted with your hands cupped around your mouth. The smile on your face was a little wider than usual, poked into your cheeks differently. It was pretty, Jennie realized, and more genuine. “Good luck!”

Before she could ask what you were doing, huddling with the cameramen while she prepared to film her first Queendom stage, she was called up on stage. But for once, Jennie could feel a smile tugging at her lips as she got into formation, a smile that she hadn’t been able to pull off for a while.

You startled her by cheering her name just before filming began, and inciting laughter from the crew. Some warm flower blossomed in her chest as Jennie spoke her first line, her voice more steady than it had ever been during practice.

As soon as she finished the first attempt at the group shot, Jennie bent down at the edge of the stage and beckoned you forward. “Hey. What’re you doing here?”

“I’m cheering you on, of course.” Jennie found a banner with her name on it in your hands as you approached, the tip of your nose cold from the air-con in the studio. “You did great.”

“Thanks,” she chuckled softly, feeling the banner between her fingertips. “Where’d you even get this?”

You shrugged, “Bought it. I had to make an account and all, so you better be feeling more energized.”

“I am.” Jennie herself was surprised at how true the statement was; for some reason, seeing your dyed hair in the crowd of cameras was like a shot of pure adrenaline, just more intense and gratifying. She smiled, “I am. It’s really nice of you to come, Y/N.”

“Of course,” you said, waving the banner around with a grin creasing in the corners of your eyes. “We’re girlfriends, after all. And I’m your friend.” At the call of a director, though, you stepped back. “I should let you film.”

“Y/N?” Jennie called after you. When you turned to face her again, Jennie allowed her customary gummy smile to take over her face as she said softly, “You can call me Jen. All my friends do.”

You were too far away for her to hear your answer, but the excited little jump you made as you walked back to your spot kept the grin on Jennie’s face as she stood again. She missed the relieved glances her members exchanged behind her back, but she could feel a new kind of energy coursing through her as the director started his countdown again. And-- she kind of liked it.

You hated the popular belief that idols who presented the sweetest, kindest version of themselves to the internet got absolutely no hate. Fans, family, managers-- they all believed that never letting your smile slip and never having a single scandal would protect an idol completely. When you were deciding on your persona for your debut, you thought the same, and so you forced yourself into the happy, positive personality that the world knew.

However, for all your effort, for all the things you had to endure with that same smile on your face, people hated you. They called you fake, tried their best to get under your skin just so they could see you fall. But it was too late to fight back, because that wouldn’t become the kind, sweet Y/N. It was too late to ask for help, and it was too late to let yourself cry. 

When you met Jennie, you were determined to keep her on the outside of that precious mask you could never remove. After all, what would she understand? She did what she wanted to, didn’t care what people said about her, and she was strong. Jennie was as strong as you wished you could be, and you were sure that she would never understand. But the more that you saw her and the more that you talked to her, the more you understood that you were one and the same. That tough, carefree version of Jennie was what protected her, just like your perfectly engineered smile.

The first time you saw Jennie laugh, you knew that you were in deep. She didn’t know a single thing about you, but she was letting her walls down and letting you in-- or at least, the you she knew. But you liked her smile so much that you wanted to keep it there, at any cost. And maybe it meant sacrificing yourself.

“Are you ready?”

“For what? Walking through the street, undisguised enough that Dispatch will recognize us but no one else will?” At your pout, Jennie stopped her grumbling and laughed softly, still adjusting her scarf in the car mirror. “Yeah. I’m ready.”

A beat of silence passed as she grabbed your hand and led you out of the parking garage and onto Garosu-gil. “Hey. Y/N, I want to tell you something.”

“Yeah?”

“I... I’m glad it’s you.” Jennie squeezed your hand, her skin slightly cold with the wind blowing softly around the two of you. “I’m glad you’re the one I’m doing this with.”

You wished that she wouldn’t say that. You wished she’d feel anything else towards you-- contempt, hatred, even, despite everything you’d gone through just to become civil. But you squeezed back, flashed a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. “Me too. You know, it’d be a lot worse if they set me up with a guy.”

“Why would they?” Jennie frowned in answer. “You came out on your own.”

“Unlike you, I didn’t prove it. You know Korea, you aren’t gay until you prove you are,” you sighed, scuffing your shoes against the cobblestones. “They wanted to set me up with a guy at first, but they decided that accepting YG’s offer for me to date you would be more beneficial.”

The other girl paused, and you didn’t quite dare to look up. “Oh. So you didn’t choose to help me, did you?”

You shook your head quietly, expecting Jennie to react badly. But she huffed out a breath and pushed your arm softly. “That’s okay. We’re friends, anyway, and it was hard for you to get us here already. I appreciate you, you know.”

Opening your mouth to respond, you noticed yet another camera flash, just between two buildings ahead of you. “What?” Jennie asked, following your gaze.

“I-- Don’t hate me for this, okay?” you whispered, stopping in the middle of the road. Before she could say anything, you placed your hands lightly on her jaw, pulling Jennie towards you; before your lips actually met, though, you gave her a second to pull away. Instead, she leaned forward just the slightest bit, barely enough to connect.

You didn’t quite dare to move, but Jennie’s hands rested on your waist and pulled you into her, just enough that your lips slotted together. You could barely hear the clicks of the camera, the warmth of the girl that you were kissing completely clouding your brain.

Before anything else happened, you released your grip and stepped away, lips suddenly cold. “I think that’s enough,” you whispered, linking your hands again and lowering your head.

Jennie laughed breathlessly and continued to stroll along when you prompted her to. “That’s all you have to say?”

“Um. Sorry?”

She only giggled harder at that, shoving you slightly. “What are you even sorry for? You’re a good kisser, Y/N.”

“Shut up,” you groaned, heat rising to your ears as you shoved her back. “How do you even say that with a straight face?”

“Hey, I had to listen to Lisa say ‘bitch I’m a star but not Patrick’, I think I can handle this,” Jennie joked. Despite all your effort not to, you found yourself staring at her smile again, losing yourself and any other worries bothering you in it, and her, once again. 

Jennie frowned at her phone-- or actually, at the blankness of her texting history with you. After the little PR stunt at Garosu-gil, you hadn’t contacted her once, and she didn’t dare to surprise you at your apartment or properly ask you what was going on. 

“Haven’t you heard the saying that a watched kettle never boils?”

“I’m pretty sure it’s a pot,” Jennie replied listlessly, still staring at her screen. “But I have heard it, yes. I’m just hoping the universe proves it false.”

Chaeyoung sighed and hugged her older member from behind, swaying back and forth. “Why don’t you just message her? Or go see her? Our manager won’t say anything about it if you just say it’s for PR.”

“It is,” Jennie frowned, turning to her member. The Australian girl raised an eyebrow, and Jennie bit her lip. “Okay. Maybe it isn’t.”

“It definitely isn’t,” Chaeyoung rolled her eyes. “I saw those kiss pics, you know. And no one kisses like that if it’s ‘just PR’. You like each other, unnie, and it’s time to face it.”

Jennie swatted Chaeyoung’s arm. “That’s so cheesy, shut up. But... do you really think I like her?”

“That’s a question for you to answer,” the younger girl pointed out. “But I’ve known you for close to a decade. If I’m right about this, and I’m sure I am, everything’s about to change for you.”

“Ugh, cheesy again,” Jennie groaned, but she stood hesitantly nonetheless. “But... I guess I’ll give it a shot.”

On her way down the stairs, the rapper dialed her manager on her phone and held it up to her ear while she waited for the dial tone to fade. “You’re driving me to Y/N’s house,” she said by way of greeting. “And it’s not just for PR.”

She was sure that no car ride had ever gone slower; Jennie fidgeted the entire way, cursing every bus that blocked her way and scowling as the sun began to set behind a set of buildings in the distance. The more she thought about it, the more definite it was-- she liked you, more than she thought she could like a person. And while that fact would’ve scared her, should’ve scared her, it didn’t. Because it was you, and nothing about you could scare her anymore.

Somehow, the process of buzzing herself in at the building’s front, taking the same elevator up to the 67th floor, and hurrying her way down blue-carpeted hallways had become familiar. Jennie knocked persistently on the door of your apartment and called out, “Hey, Y/N, let me in. It’s Jennie.”

It took a while for anything to happen, and Jennie was almost backing away by the time that the door finally cracked open. For once, the smile on your face was missing, replaced by a guarded, harsher expression than the other girl was used to seeing. “Jen. What’s up?”

“Uh,” she hesitated, “can I come in? I don’t think we can talk in the hallway.”

You looked like you wanted to say no, but with a pleading look from Jennie, you backed away and let the door swing open. Jennie shut it quietly, following you into the living room, where you stood with your arms crossed. “So. What can’t we talk about in the hallway?”

Jennie wanted to say outright the words that were beating in her throat, but the expression on your face alarmed her. You were like a stranger-- or, maybe, she realized that you had finally let your mask down. “I... Y/N, are you okay?”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you responded. Suddenly, the roles were reversed;  Jennie was the one reaching out for you, maybe even chasing after you, and you were somehow the one who was turning away.

“Okay,” Jennie said quietly. You were about to turn away, probably assuming that she was going to leave, but if Jennie had learned anything from you, it was that she couldn’t give up that easily if she wanted you to open up. “What do you want from me?”

“I don’t want anything from you,” you responded instantly. Your words only hurt more when you didn’t look up from the television, continuing, “I don’t want you, and I don’t want anything from you--”

“You don’t get to say that to me.” Anger was once again rushing through Jennie’s veins, though not the kind of anger she was used to experiencing. No, she wasn’t mad at your words in the slightest, or even offended-- she was simply pissed off about the fact that you were shutting her down, and she didn’t know why. “Not when you were the one who started this. Y/N, you wanted me once, you don’t get to go back on that without an explanation,” Jennie gritted her teeth, gripping your forearms in her hands.

You finally turned when she shook you lightly, your face blank. “What, I don’t get to shut myself down? You did it the entire time I was trying, giving my all so that you’d talk to me or even just be civil.”

Jennie pleaded, “You succeeded, didn’t you? You’re right that I was a total bitch when all you were trying to do was be nice and make this tolerable for the both of us, but you succeeded. Okay? You-- you’ve made your place in my heart, and I’m not even angry about it. I just... I just like you that much.”

A derisive scoff escaped your lips as you twisted your arms out of her reach, stepping away. “You like me? Jennie, you don’t even know me. This me, the smiles and boba and everything, it’s a facade.” You threw your hands up in the air, biting down on your lip before sighing out, “It’s fake. All of it.”

“I know it isn’t,” Jennie shook her head desperately. She searched your eyes, scanned the sea of the color she’d grown to love, for some semblance of the person she remembered kissing her. “Look, you kissed me. And I know it was for the cameras, but you can’t tell me that you felt nothing from it. Y/N, you’re a good liar, but you can’t lie to me, not about this.”

You were quiet at that, glancing down at the floor as if you had nothing to say. “I didn’t,” you finally answered, tone firm. “Maybe you did, but I--”

Unable to stop herself, Jennie rushed forward again and tugged you into another kiss, her hands scrunching into the hair splayed over your shoulders. She was almost afraid that you’d push her away, curse her and throw her out of your apartment, but she felt your lips moving against yours. She felt your hands splay on her back, and she felt tears slipping down your face.

When you finally did push her away, it was gentle, though you were rough when you wiped the tears off your face. Jennie wished you’d speak first, but she brought herself to speak. “If your smiles were fake, think of the real ones you brought to me. Even if my smiles were from your facade, that’s still a part of you. I know that though you weren’t trying to, you let me see the real you. And I’m willing to see the rest of you,” Jennie smiled, clasping your hands within hers. Sometime along the way, she’d started crying too, but the salt of those tears was almost honeyed on her lips. “If you want me to.”

“I do,” you sighed, accepting the kiss that Jennie pressed to your forehead with a teary smile. “I want nothing more than that, Jen. And-- I’m sorry.”

“Why?” she laughed, wiping the tears of your face so much gentler than you did. “I know what I want now. It’s you, and it has been you since you tried buying me a green juice in that damn coffee place. I like you, Y/N. So much.”

You tucked your face into the crook of her neck and snaked your arms around her waist again. “I like you too. More than I ever thought I could.”

And maybe, just maybe, you knew what you wanted too. Somehow, that mask you wore had long been tossed to the side. Somehow, each kiss pressed to your face by the girl you never knew you needed to find lingered on your skin like the touch of a miracle, and the smile on your face was finally, finally genuine like you had always wanted it to be.

[oh-for-fic-sake]

Their Alright... For A Boomer

Masterlist

Summary: Being a girl with a larger chest always got you attention, maybe having your nipples pierced to try and fell more confident handt been the best idea, but how can you regret it when your latest client; the sexy Mr Cavill  was ogling them but could this end up being more then just that one time you were eyed by a hot celebrity?

Warnings: Suggestive, No Smut, Fluffy? Cute and funny, Swearing

A/N: this was a request from @fanficlover91​ i hope you like this hun, i tried to keep it hot but sweet and respectful? Which was a struggle but i hope i got the vibe you wanted. And as always i hope you all enjoy.

Taglist: In Reblogs.

You blushed as you looked down the lense at your model. He smirked sweeping his eyes over you non to subtly. You could feel the blues penetrating you with a hot stare. The was the distinctive fast clicks on you camera snapping a burst of shots managing to capture his smirking face and eyes sweeping over your form appreciatively.

You stood tall and smiled pulling away double checking the shoots. You bit your lip. Fucking hell this was both the best and worst job you had. Henry Cavill was the most enticing male you'd ever had the pleasure to photograph. He didn't even have a good side, every side was good! There wasn't an unflattering angle on the man!

"And that's a wrap? I think we have everything we need Mr Cavill" you said professionally making to move away from him and begin to swap sd cards and label them before packing away. Henry gawfed and rose quickly panicked almost.

"I- err no! Wait I was... Well hoping that I could have some more done?" he said chaseing you across the small studio you could hear his agent Leah scoff from the side lines. You frowned and looked to her nervously. The woman had been watching and tutting, scoffing and clicking her tongue through the whole session. It actually made you nervous, wasn't she pleased with the shoot? You were worried, being freelance this was your first time doing a celebrity shoot for a magazine but the usual photographer was in hospital having a stroke a few days prior and you were the only free photographer in the agency that was close enough to take the job. Sure you wasn't well known but still it was a little disheartening to have someone seemingly unimpressed with your work.

But it was when you eyed her you saw she wasn't giving you the evil eye. Her frown was directed at henry, a scolding look you'd give a misbehaving child. You frowned a little puzzled, but shook it off in favour of looking to Henry. Your actual client.

"More? I... I? Thought the piece only needed a few to choose from? They were very ah... How do I put it? Thorough? With the brief" you explained hoping Leah would step in and clarify just what was going on. Because you didn't have a clue.

"I yes but- I'd love to top up my portfolio? You know? I err yeah have a few changes going on and... I mean a few greys and such... Just want to update it a tad... I'll pay obviously- I'd pay anything for more time please?" he pleaded watching you closely eyes wide and bright full of hope.

"I... Err" you shifted swapping your camera from one hand to the other and craned your head around the man trying to spy his agent. But you had no hope of peeking around this gargantuan man. Just like with the camera he demanded your full attention.

"And for Instagram and stuff! There's only so much I can do in a selfie... I'd even recommend you- advertise your work!" he quickly added sounding desperate now. It would help you out if you did have a few shots of him for in your own catalogue. It shouldn't matter but having a celeb under your belt was actually a good thing. It meant you'd acted professionally and been good to work with.

"I suppose so, I do have a few extra sd's here... Tell you what I'll do another shoot for you as long as I can pick a few to put in my portfolio? Then we both update our files?" you nodded to him speaking slowly. He grinned and relaxed nodding quickly pleased with himself for wrangling more shots. You'd never know he was just glad to has more time with you.

"Oh yes absolutly! That's fine here should we get started now or?" he asked biting his lip trying not to stare at you for too long. But it was hard you were fucking stunning!

"Oh yeah sure iv got time, let me just sort these out and set up, need to switch, you've tired my poor camera" you said with a grin trying to ignore the man as he beamed at you looking excited nodding enthusiastically. You backed up and spun around trying not to blush as you felt henry gazing openly at you.

"Right well if the magazine ones are done I will be off then" Leah called packing up her bag with a small chuckle to herself. You froze and spun quickly seeing her seemingly abandoning you with Henry.

"Wha- oh you don't have to you can stay-" you tried to reason unsure why, I mean who wouldn't want to be alone with this huge glorious man? Maybe you just didn't trust yourself with him? He had been 'making love' to the camera all afternoon. Smouldering bedroom eyes that was making it hard to focus. You had been getting hot under the collar all day as you kidded yourself he was eyeing you, not the camera or would be readers.

It didn't help that you had caught him oogling your breasts earlier. But you wasn't mad, it was your own fault. It was the Hight of summer and you had on a string vest with a thin bra, that you could clearly see your nipple bars through. You didn't feel uncomfortable or anything, you didn't blame Henry for looking. You cant exactly ignore your tits.. The were pretty large for your frame. You were curvy but they were as one ex put it 'exceptional'. And besides he had looked not touched and he hadn't been a creep about it. In fact he had done a double take and then blushed when he realised he had been caught looking. But as you said you get that with big boobs, you'd had it your entire life, it was actually one of the reasons you'd got them pierced. It helped with your confidence and you convince yourself that they were looking at the bars. Not you per say.  

"Okay aunt Leah I will see you in a few days." henry interrupted you quickly smiling practically ushering the woman out the door. He moved fast ever picking the womans phone and juice bottle to help her leave quicker.

"Yes, behave Henry I'll see you soon" she said with a giggle before calling a thank you and goodbye over her shoulder at you. You swallowed nervously and gave a quick bye as the door clicked behind her and you were left alone with Henry. The man groaned stretching as he spun around a huge grin on his face, making your knees tremble a little. Fuck.

Henry came over and watched you closely as you scribbled the name and date along with the publication name on the sd case label. You tried not to notice as he hovered biting his lip then took off the blazer and threw it on the table beside you drawing your attention as he did grunting a little. The v neck letting the smallest amount of soft looking chest fuzz that had been teasing you all day. He grinned slyly as he caught you eyeing him and crossed his arms over his chest flexing for your benefit. You gasped and quickly looked back to the camera in your hands inserting a new scarf into the new fully charges camera.

"Soo how do you like this kind of work?" henry said casually trying not to seem like a creeper but god damnit he couldn't stop eyeing you. If he had known how sexy you'd be he would have demanded to be doing a bloody swim wear shoot!

"You mean people?" you stuttered trying not to look him in the eye. Not that it helped because the rest of him was just as fucking sexy! You quivered all over desperately trying to remember how to breath, yet didn't want to draw in too deep a breath and make your tits bounce for him and look like a slut. There was a very fine line for a big busted girl, to much wobble will make you look like your trying to get attention.

"I mean celebrities, magazines we were told you mainly do private shoots for events and model portfolios" he offered leaning forward as he leant back on the desk next to you hooking one ankle behind the other. The way he stood placed his crotch in your line of sight as you looked down and worked on setting up the camera. You flushed. Oh god he looked er... Bigger then you'd thought earlier, not that you were looking but... Well you couldn't help notice the package! The man was a fucking serial man spreader! And that thing was huge! With the muscles he was packing he could probably bench press you with his crotch!

"Oh well its different... And you sir popped my celebrity cherry" you froze on the spot as you said that, it had meant to be an ice breaker, a joke but instead had sounded fucking creepy!. You snapped up to him making to apologize as your face flamed mortified but he had thrown his head back laughing. The deep rumble sent chilled down your spine.

"Well I'm honoured to have popped your cherry~" he teased placing a hand over his heart with a cheeky grin making you blush and nod then turned to him with the new camera all set up.

"Soo where do we start?" you said moving on quickly looking up at him trying to forget the whole cherry comment.

"Where ever you want me, i will let you take the reigns command me as you will" he chuckled standing tall once more and looked about the room casually to the various small set ups, different furniture, seats sofas and mini tables dotting the space.

"I... Okay then you said Instagram? How about we start with some facials-FACE SHOTS! Face. Shots. Not facials fuck. Shit" you quickly tried repairing the damage whist cursing yourself wanting nothing more then to be swallowed up by the floor.

"No, no love facials sounded perfect~" he said winking before gliding past you making you stutter and almost choke on your breath. Oh good lord this was a bad idea. You followed as he sat down on a sturdy sofa and looked head on at you and bit his lip once again watching you with a sultry look.

And that was the beginning. You followed him about taking various snaps whislt having small talk. He seemed to be very flirtatious as he spoke, dropping lines and compliments as he made eyes at you. You flushed each time clamming up at his suggestive comments. And rightly or wrongly you flirted back trying to seem cool and suave. But inside you were fangirling unable to belive you were here with this incredibly gorgeous man teasing one another. On a few occasions he even growled as you scampered about him, crouching and taking shots from blow getting some delicious angles that dampened your knickers. Then in between all this he managed to get little tied bits. You'd told him you were on agency freelance and were trying to get into the social media platform as it seemed easier in this day and age rather then to be in fashion photography. You wanted to be commercial not private but no one would really take a chance anymore.

Then you suggested a few shots on the sofa laying back trying to think of something different for your portfolio, maybe a body length shot. He was quick to agree and dived onto the sofa saying he had an idea you swallowed nodding not fully trusting the look in his eyes. But that was forgotten as he relaxed stretching out over the sofa legs crossed and resting on the arm of his hands behind his head and a devilish smirk looking down the lenght of his body. You knelt at his feet trying to get a flattering image of him looking down but cursed as the camera wasn't playing ball. The lense was focusing, this was why you used the other one first, the camera had a few issues and was temperamental.

"What's wrong?" he asked frowning a little at you as you growled pulling the camera away fro your face and began trying to manually focus the lense.

"Oh its.. It wont focus.. It does this sometime, really need to throw it out but.. She was my first I'm sentimental" you said feeling silly as you battled with the camera.

"We all are with our firsts... How about you come closer instead, I really want to see this shot, never done one at this angle.. Out of all my shoots your the first to suggest this~" you froze and looked to him but he just smiled impishly at you. Slowly you rounded the sofa and leant over him positioning the camera at his stomach as he looked right into the lense giving you a definite bedroom eyes, half lidded and burning. Both dreamy and amazingly sexy. It was as if he could see you beyond the lense, as if it wasn't even there!

"You can come closer love, I wont bite, not if you don't want me to~" his voice was low and teasing, luring you in like a siren. You trembled and moved along him but he tutted and moved a hand to your hip and pressed, coaxing you onto the sofa and sat you on him making you straddle him. You gasped squeazing your camera tighter as he moved you easily, warm palms holding you both delicatly and firmly. You could see in his eyes he was weary unsure if he had gone to far but you squeezed him between your thighs and relaxed making him grin up at you getting the message you didn't mind at all. You aimed the lense at him once more and got the shots you wanted.

"Perfect! Mr Cavill" you said actually a little sad that this session was over. It had been nice playing this little cat and mouse game with him. But all good things come to an end.

"Ah now i have a policy love, when a womans on top they can call me henry, among other things~" he said smoothly laughing as you chuckled nervously fiddling with the camera in your hands and shifted over him a little.

"I will try to remember that for next time boomer~" you teased managing to overcome your nerves as you pulled away the camera with a giggle winking at him as he stuttered. For a second you thought you'd gone too far but a quirk to his lips made you relax once more.

"That hurt, that was hurtful" he teased pouting not releasing you from his lap, instead holding you tighter, fingers digging into your sides making you gasp and bit your lip as he pulled you to his crotch and ground into you teasingly.

"I'm so sorry~" you uttered breathless trying to keep yourself together. But this man was something else, like a drug- the devil all fanged smiles and smooth words. God you were fucked, you knew this man could do anything to you and youd thank him for it~

"I doubt that" he cooed and slid his hand higher growing more and more confident. The last few hours of casual flirting had built up his appitite. There was no misconceptions, you wanted him as much as he wanted you.

"Oh yeah?" you said coyly tipping your head to him playing along willing for this to happen, whether it be a one of fuck or something longer. You didnt have any complaints~ this was your body and youd enjoy it with who ever you wanted to!

"Yeah prove it!" he hissed and moved quickly sitting up and swinging around planting his feet on the floor. You yelped as he moved surprizingly fast and managed to keep you in his lap now face to face with you eyes roaming your face settling on your lips.

"And how should i do that" you teased tilting your head skimming your lips with his as you spoke. He groaned and held you tighter making you whine breathlessly willing this to happen. You wanted him and you wont deny yourself the chance.

"Make and old mans day" he said plainly and leant back resting on the back of the sofa, you watched him closely and brought your hands to his shoulders prodding at the neck of the t shirt and drew your fingers down slowly feeling him shiver at the light skimming fingertips.

"Oh really Boomer? And how would i make and old mans day?" you teased once more making him grunt but he quickly caught himself as your fingers smoothed over the teasing curls that peeked over his top. You scratched over them lightly with your nails making him draw a needy breath and chuckled at him. He was sexy and cute~

"By accepting a job offer?" he said before smileing smugly as you paused and frowned. Had you missed something? Was he after a freebee?

"Job offer? Really another shoot?" you snorted suddenly not feeling sexy, more like he was trying to butter you up for some fuck for parts shoots or something. He sighed and began speaking before you could get yourself all twisted. But then again you could have taken his offer wrong.

"Manage my social media. I have many companies and brands reach out to me for endorsements. They want me caught wearing their brands. But I'm to busy most of the time I cant make it to the locations they want. It actually doesn't seem worth it most of the time, with cost of flights and time lost travelling to and from studios itd be easier if I had my own personal photographer that travelled with me its be easy, slip on the clothes and what not take a few snaps and then you touch them up and post them on my social media." he explained watching as it sunk in that he wasnt trying to pull a fast one. Well he was but not trying to fuck you over... Just fuck you... And keep you because you were fantastic and he wants nothing more then to have you around hime as much as possible. In the single dat he had spent working with you, you had enchanted him, not only were you sexy but you were good at your job and easy to work with but also funny and cute and he needed to get to know you.

"Of course its a very big venture and we'd have to have a few dinner and lunch dates to work out all the nitty gritty" he added after a few beats of silence trying to make it clear he was interested... Very interested~ it worked as you fluched and a playfull look donned your face your fingers began stoking his chest hair once more. He relaxed shuddering under the nails as they teased his curls.

"Is this a big ploy to get a date Boomer?" you purred his new nick name making him groan when you squeezed him between your thick thighs once more grinding on him and the considerable bulge below you that twitched.

"No... Maybe is it working?" he said quickly hissing at you shifted in his lap once more, his hands snapping to your hips trying to still you before he came undone in his boxers. You were a very dangerous woman and something told him you knew.

"Well it sounds like an offer I'd be very, very interested in taking further~" you clarified giggling when he swallowed dryly and eyed you surprized that his plan had seemed  to work.

"Good to hear~ so got anything planned after this?" he asked feeling a wave of confidence at the prospect of snagging a date with you. He hadn't meant to sound so eager but... He was eager and that was that.

"Yes" you said with a straight face and got up off of him spinning around heading to the table with your camera bags. You gave him a glance and giggled seeing him still sitting there gobsmacked legs wide open and his crotch that was now definitely bigger then it had been earlier.

"O-oh" he stuttered seemingly unsure how to proceed. You giggled as he fumbled over his words. Then decided to grant him some mercy and began speaking whilst popping out the sd card from the camera labeling it like the previous one.

"You see I had a very cheeky client today who asked for a shoot last mineut. But I wasn't to bothered he was very very sexy even if he was a boomer, but get this out of nowhere gave me a job offer? And we're having dinner- he promised pizza~" you giggled glancing at Henry as he slumped in the seat realising halfway through that you were talking about him. He smoothed his hands over his face and jumped up coming over to you shaking his head.

"You know I'm not actually a boomer?" he quipped folding his arms. You rolled your eyes at him as you packed your stuff away making sure to recheck everything.

"Have you seen your selfies? Your a boomer, boomer" you teased making him scoff but laugh at the name that has now stuck.

"Wait you've seen my selfies? What do you think?" he asked wanting feedback on the silly shots he took. You paused halfway through zipping up your bag and turned facing him fully giving him a thoughtful look then shrugged

"Their alright... For a boomer" you giggled when he preened for a second then his face dropped into a pout when you finished the comment.

"I repeat...That was hurtful" he said covering his heart with a kicked puppy look making you laugh and hoist your bags over your shoulder and make for the door with him hot on your heels.

"Its fine boomer a second date will make up for it I'm sure~" you sniggered at him playfully looking back at him as he followed you out of the door.

"A date for each time you call me boomer? Deal" he quipped walking along side you offering you his arm like a true gentleman unlike the teasing horny little shit he had been all day. Not that you minded either. Gentleman on the streets, freak in the sheets and all that jazz.

"God we may aswell marry now then boomer" he laughed nodding in agreement the banter from the day still in play as you both left the building.

"Seems so, I mean were at ten that's what the kids consider boyfriend girlfreind territory" he anounced with a sigh playing on the 'boomer' joke making you giggle and roll your eyes as he mentioned the tally. Then you frowned and quickly counted your 'boomers' and opened your mouth you correct him, arguing that ten was incorrect.

"I think its nine boomer- ah see what you did their sneaky boomer!" you cried pushing him playfully at his little trick. He roared with laughter and quickly tangled his fingers with yours dragging you back alongside him guiding you down the street towards a place he knew served pizza, he didn't remember but apparantly he promised pizza...