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mermaidgirl30 · 1 year ago

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✨Her Bodyguard, His Shining Star Part 1: Kiss Me at Coachella✨

Bodyguard! Joel Miller x Popstar fem! reader

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A/N: I do not know what came over me, but this was heavily inspired after watching Sabrina Carpenter’s “Espresso” Coachella performance. This one shot took over my whole Saturday and Sunday! Thank you to @mountainsandmayhem for helping me with a title and the mood board and for being my beta! 🩷 This is both in Joel and reader’s POV. Comments and reblogs make my day. Enjoy, lovelies!

Summary: You’re performing at Coachella, throwing winks and flirting with your eyes as Joel Miller watches you from the side of the stage. He’s your bodyguard, and he should know better, but he wants you just as much as you want him.

Word Count: 8.1k

Rating: 18+ Only MDNI

Tags: Fluff, flirting, pining, oral (female receiving), dirty talk, cute pet names, unprotected p in v, switching POVs, reader is a singer, Joel is a bodyguard, reader has long hair, large age gap (reader is 25, Joel is 44)

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

The warm sun glows against your glittering skin, the music pumping like sugary coffee running through your veins. The crowd chants along with you, singing every lyric you do while they hold their phones and snap videos while you twirl around to the rhythm of the upbeat song. You flash them big smiles, pose for the camera, sway your hips while your dancers match your cute little moves. You’re exhausted, almost done with your set at Coachella, but the flaming energy of the crowd keeps you going.

You spin around, pop your hip out and wave flirtatiously to Joel at the end of the stairs on the side stage. He shakes his head, chuckling to himself while he tries to act professional. That’s what bodyguards do, right? Stay professional? And he did, he really did, but you liked to tease him just a bit sometimes, get him all riled up if you could.

You see the smug smirk he tries to hide behind that patchy, greying scruff, watch the way those gorgeous honey flecked eyes scan your body. He can try to be coy all he wants, but you’ll call him on his bluff. The man is attracted to you, just like you are to him. But you can’t help it, he’s drop dead gorgeous. The way his grey threaded dark curls catch the sun rays, his ripped muscles cling to the flannels and tight t-shirts he wears on a daily basis, his corded veins spiral down his tanned arms, the way he towers over you every time he stands next to you, his deep Southern drawl that sends you into heat every time he graces you with that thick honey-like voice, and the way he’s so protective over you. But you also can’t forget that he's twice your age, which makes him even hotter.

You shouldn’t want it, want him, but you do. God, you do. At night when you’re in between your silky sheets with your fingers rubbing between your legs, you’re thinking of him. Those big, meaty hands, that rough tongue, his deep, gravelly voice that must sound so sweet filled with dirty words. You can’t help yourself, you want Joel Miller, your bodyguard.

He watches you strut the lit up stage, the sparkles on your pink dress catching the flecks of his wandering eyes. He thinks you look so gorgeous twirling around in that short tease of a dress. Every time you bend over or spin around, he can see those skimpy short shorts that barely cover the globes of your ass. You like the attention though, love to tease the crowd just like you’re teasing him now.

He sees the discrete winks you throw his way on the stage, the way you lick those plump, glossy lips that seem to call directly to him. You’re trying to get a reaction out of him. He knows you too well. You may be flirting with the starving crowd who begs for more, but you’re also flirting with him. And he can’t help but get drawn into those beautiful eyes of yours that glisten in the sunlight, can’t help the way his cock is straining against the zipper of his denim jeans right now, precum spilling over the tip thinking about thrusting between those pretty legs of yours. He wants you so fucking badly, and you have no idea.

You twirl your curls flirtatiously around your finger, flipping your hair behind your shoulders while he watches from the corner of the stage, pretending like that’s his hand wrapped around your flowing locks. Another wink his way and he’s mush against the edge of the stage. Maybe you are trying to get a reaction out of him, you just love to tease him, but he loves it just the same. You’re nothing but a little troublemaker.

He thinks about you all the time on those lonely nights on long tours, when he’s under his pristine sheets that graze against his hardening cock. He whispers your name under his breath when he’s stroking himself, pretending his hand is yours gliding over him, spreading precum with your soft hands, your pretty mouth. And when he cums he thinks of your glittering eyes, imagines you encouraging him on while he spills hot ropes of cum all over his soft tummy.

He may feel a little guilty after doing that, those dirty thoughts that swirl in his head night after night, but there’s no way in hell he feels bad about doing it. He’d have you every day if it was up to him. Oh, yes. He’d ravage your body till you had nothing left to give but your own breath that blows gently against his hungry lips. Damned if he does, and damned if he doesn’t. Either way he’s completely fucked.

The end of your routine is drawing close, the last number halfway over while the sun kisses your tanned skin. He knows you’re tired, can see it in the sweat that glistens like diamonds down your dainty arms. He’d go and scoop you up in his arms, let you wrap your own around his neck while he carried you to safety, away from prying vultures in the crowd, but he knows paparazzi would snap those pictures in a heartbeat and cause a scene in the tabloids. The pop princess and bodyguard have a scandalous affair at Coachella together. He scoffs at the thought. Fucking idiots starving for a shiny penny to add to their useless names.

The moment you sing your last line, you wave to the crowd and blow kisses to the rowdy audience. “Thank you, Coachella! See you next year!” They chant your name, begging for one more song, but your time is up. So you exit the stage all smiles with glitter falling to the ground, keeping your glow until you get to the edge of the stage.

Joel’s right there waiting for you, a water bottle and small towel in hand, just like he always does. He looks so good in his tight black t-shirt, sleeves pulling at his bulging biceps while his dark jeans hug his meaty thighs tightly. He always looks so good that you feel dizzy when he takes your hand and helps you down the stairs and off the buzzing stage.

Your breath catches in your throat when he closes his thick, calloused fingers over yours, his honey eyes bright and alert when he hands you the water bottle and dabs your sweaty forehead with the soft towel. You could melt into a puddle right here and now the way he’s looking at you all protective and warm-like.

“You really gave them a show today, darlin’,” he drawls as his dark flecks of warmth serenade you with attention.

“Yeah, you think so?”

“Mhm,” he hums, staying attentive to you while he watches you take a sip of water.

“Did I give you a show, too?” you ask all flirtatiously, batting your long eyelashes up at him as you slide your tongue slowly over your glossy lips, licking off a droplet of water.

His cheeks grow red, eyebrows fusing together as he shakes his head and runs a large hand slowly through those messy curls you so want to run your own fingers through. “C’mon, trouble. Let’s jus’ get you back to the trailer.” He grabs your elbow and drags you through the winding backstage area, dodging cords and other performers that stand in your way.

You follow next to him, quick to stay on his trail while fans scream from the right behind barricades when they see you. Joel pushes you to the left, lingering his large hands on you just a few seconds too long while he works to keep you safe. You know it’s his job, but it turns you on at the sight of him watching out for you, keeping a hand firmly on your arm, making sure no one else touches you but him.

Maybe it’s a lovesick fantasy, a fever dream that you and Joel could be more than this. More than just a bodyguard who’s just doing his job to watch out for you. You feel it, that sexual chemistry when you’re near each other, even in a large crowd that won’t stop screaming your name, demanding pictures and autographs while he pushes them away from your reach. You feel it in his heated stare, the brush of his calloused fingertips on your tanned skin, the devilish smirk he gives you when you tease him or say something you shouldn’t. You know he feels it, too. He has to. He’s just as delusional and lovesick as you. You see it in the glow of those amber eyes. He knows.

“So, you have a free night tonight, huh?” you ask as you keep your fingers curled around the soft fabric of his t-shirt.

“Sure, if you call keepin’ you out of trouble free time,” he chuckles, his brown eyes gazing back toward you, just enough to paint streaks of dark pink over your already blush caked cheeks.

“Me, trouble? Never,” you tease while you flash him a bright smile.

“Oh, you’re trouble alright. But you’re not the one I’m worried about. These Coachella fans can get pretty intense. I’d jus’ feel better if I was watchin’ out for you is all.”

“You don’t want a night off though?”

He looks back toward you and knits his eyebrows together, concern lathered all in those brown doe eyes of his. It makes you weak in the knees. “I’m alright. Besides, you’re not bad company to have.” He nudges you with his elbow and winks your way, completely knocking the breath from you.

Did Joel Miller just say you were good company? A quiet, reserved guy like him likes your company? The one that would rather grab a drink at the bar alone and sit in silence with a good book while no one bothers him? Guess you did have an affect on him afterall.

“Not bad company?” you giggle as you push against his shoulder.

“Not bad at all, darlin’. You’re jus’ the kind I need,” he says with a hidden smirk under that salt-and-pepper scruff you want to drag your fingers through. Yeah, you’re just what he needs.

Suddenly, a screaming fan comes from your left, some psycho that escaped through the wrought iron fence who stomps your way. He charges over to you, calling your name as his spindly fingers close over your arm, his other hand clawing at your pink sparkly dress. “Let me take a picture, please! I love you, I drove hours just to see you sing. Please!”

Joel rips the guy's hands off your body, pinning his hands behind his back against a caged off area while you fight to catch your breath. Your heart thunders in your chest watching Joel being so protective, possessive over you while the fan begs for mercy against Joel’s tight grip.

“Keep your fuckin’ filthy hands off of her! She’s not a toy you can just grab and demand things from. She didn’t give you permission, didn’t ask for you to claw at her dress. So I suggest you walk back out to the general admission area and stay the fuck away from her. Understood?!” His voice sounds like crackling thunder, that deep rugged breath towering over the cowering fan as he makes red marks over the fan’s useless wrists. Joel was just doing his job, one he was damn good at. But he made it look so sexy.

You stare in amazement, blinking through your thick lashes while you watch Joel shove the crazed fan through the fence, warning him to keep his distance or else he’ll wish he never stepped foot into the music festival. You gawk at him, watching the way his muscles flex underneath his t-shirt, watching the scowl across his mouth darken his menacing eyes. He’s a dominant wolf protecting his pack, and his pack is you.

You watch his flared nostrils and harsh eyes soften when he turns and looks at you, one of his large hands coming to clasp around your wrist while he assesses your wide-eyed features. “You okay?”

You nod your head slowly, keeping your gaze on him as he makes sure you’re alright. “Really, I’m fine, Joel. Thank you.”

Before he can manage a reply back to you, blinding cameras start flashing before your eyes, paparazzi swarming you as they just assessed the scene. They throw questions at you, screaming your name while you try to drown out their echoing voices.

You stick like glue to Joel’s side, latching your arms around his strong torso while you hide your face in his t-shirt beneath his shoulder. Joel wraps a protective arm around your back and guides you to safety.

“Get back! She ain’t answerin’ questions right now, she jus’ got off the stage. Leave her alone!” His deep voice hounds them, barking strict orders for them to stay back.

You’re so thankful for Joel right now, your knight in shining armor steering you to safety. The blinding lights start to slowly fade away, the reaching hands and firm demands slipping away once you enter the safe vicinity of your tour trailer.

Joel unfolds you from his safe grasp, turns you around and places one hand gently under your chin as if to say it’s okay, baby girl. They’re gone. He scans your frightened eyes, but you melt into a relaxed state when he looks at you with those concerned honey eyes that swallow you whole.

“You sure you’re alright?” he asks with eyebrows furrowed together in a panicked state.

“I am now. Thanks for saving me. You’re my hero,” you smile as he lets out a sigh of relief and shakes his head.

“Jus’ doin’ my job, sweetheart. Can’t help it that everyone wants a piece of you. Gotta protect the shining star,” he winks, nearly sending you over the edge of the steps to your trailer.

“Well, you’re pretty great at your job, Miller. Best bodyguard ever,” you flirt as you poke him playfully in the chest.

“Alright, little pop star. Why don’t you go relax for a bit? I’ll be out here, be sure to fight off any more paparazzi parasites,” he smiles while he watches you twist the handle and enter your safe haven.

“Joel?” you call before you close the door.

“Hmm?” he asks as he twists around and faces you with gentle brown eyes.

“Go easy on them.”

He just rolls his eyes and shakes his tousled curls off his sweaty forehead. “Sure thing, darlin’. Alright now, go on. Get in there,” he instructs as he nods to your room.

You huff out and slump your shoulders, pretending like it’s the biggest chore in the world. He ticks his jaw and raises an eyebrow at you that tells you he’s not messing around, so you fully oblige his request. “Alright, alright. I’m going,” you sigh.

“Attagirl,” he chuckles.

Your cheeks burn red as he leaves you with the hottest word before you close the door with a jolt. Attagirl. The word rushes through you, straight to your core where you feel a bit of slick build against your sticky lace. How can a man get you turned on with just one word? Well, it’s Joel Miller, and the man can make you wet with the wink of those pretty brown eyes, but Attagirl was next level. It was borderline porn to your ears.

When you hear the click of the door close you take a second to breathe, leaning up against the sealed door while you flick the lights on and try to calm your racing nerves. You assess your pristine room, taking in the white walls hung with pink fairy lights. The glow from your vanity mirror lights up the little corner where your sparkly makeup sits neatly together. The pink velvet sectional sits up against the middle of the wall where a picture of Marilyn Monroe hangs right above that. Soft pink colors cover the room, and you feel suddenly at ease in the protection of your trailer.

You meander toward the vanity mirror, assessing your perfect makeup that still stays intact on your glowing face. The sparkling pink eyeshadow mixes in with the sharp wings of black eyeliner that frames your soft eyes. Shimmery pink lip gloss coats your plump lips, and the blush stands out against your tanned skin. Your spiral curls flow gently over your shoulders, and your sparkly dress hugs all your curves in the right places.

You suddenly want to be free of your costume, wanting to throw on a pair of cutoff jean shorts and an oversized t-shirt. When you turn your back to the mirror and try to unzip your dress, it gets stuck just a couple inches from the top.

“Oh, come on. Work with me.” You fight the zipper again, tugging with all your might until you grit your teeth together and curse under your breath. This is not what you need right now. You want out of this dress, out of these high heels, out of these smothering tights.

You stomp your heel into the plush carpet, folding your arms across your cleavage as you decipher just what to do. Lacy, your assistant, is tied up in important meetings for the rest of the afternoon. She’s nowhere near your little trailer. Your makeup artist is busy helping other performers, so you have no other options. Joel is the only one…

You gulp, take a long look at your flushed cheeks just thinking of having Joel Miller unzip your dress. It’s harmless, really, but not if he’s doing it. That would only lead to one thing. Giving into pure desire, temptation, need.

“Fuck it,” you whisper to yourself, “if a show is what he wants, then a show is what he’ll get.”

You tiptoe to the door, hovering your hand over the handle as you take a deep breath and breathe in and out slowly. It’s just a zipper, only a zipper. He could always say no, leave you stranded while you’re stuck in your dress the entire evening. He wouldn’t do that though, leave you helpless while you fight to rip the tight dress off your body. He just wouldn’t allow that. No way.

You take one more deep breath and open the door slowly, slipping your head out as you see Joel standing at the bottom of your trailer steps. You clear your throat and watch him turn his head quickly in your direction, leaving his guard wide open as he assesses your distressed face. “Umm, Joel. Can you do me a favor?”

His eyebrows knit together while his eyes glaze over your body. “What is it, darlin’?” His doe eyes lean into yours, and you can barely muster up any words while he looks at you like that, all caring and deep.

“Well, my zipper got stuck in the back, and I can’t get it down. Do you think you can help?” you ask shyly, your eyes looking up nervously through your long lashes.

“Uhh, where’s Lacy? I can go grab her, let her help ya out.”

“No!” You reach out an arm and grab his wrist tightly, watching his brown eyes widen at your sudden contact on his tanned skin.

“No?” he asks confused, his breath picking up underneath his dark t-shirt.

“I mean, she’s in meetings for the rest of the afternoon. She’s nowhere near the trailer. And I’m awfully uncomfortable in this tight dress. Do you think you can just come in really quick and help?”

He gulps down a breath, his heartbeat picking up incredibly fast while he looks into your gorgeous eyes. How can he say no to that? He can’t, so he won’t. He rakes a hand slowly through his greying scruff and nods your way.

“‘Course I’ll help, sweetheart. C’mon then.” He places a hand gently on your lower back and leads you into the glowing lights of the trailer, letting the door close with a bang as he guides you to the middle of the room.

“Turn around for me, sweetheart,” he asks nicely as you oblige and turn your back toward him.

He looks at your undone zipper, sees where it’s stuck in the pink fabric of the dress. Of course he’d be the only one around to help you, of all things a fucking stuck zipper on you. He has no resistance when it comes to you, he just can’t say no to that pretty face of yours.

“Zipper’s jus’ caught in the fabric. Should just take a little tugging,” he says with gritted teeth, pulling on the zipper while he holds the silky fabric tight with his other hand.

After a few seconds of fighting the dress, he gets it free of the catching fabric. He slowly unzips the back of your sparkling dress, going ever so slowly as if not to make a single sound. The only sounds he hears are your quick breaths, the beating of his own racing heart, and the noise of tugging you free of the suffocating, tight dress.

He watches it stop at the end of your curvy hips, catching the way your skin seems to shimmer as your flawless skin comes into his line of vision. He sees the way the dress falls open in the back, your skin begging to be touched, to be stroked as it beckons him closer and closer until he’s hovering above your hot skin.

He knows he shouldn’t linger, shouldn’t hover over the glow of your exposed skin, but it’s almost sinful not to touch you when the glitter of your undertones calls directly to him. He gives in, stealing just a touch as he rubs his fingers slowly down your spine.

You squirm beneath his touch, tingling sensations running wildly down your skin with each touch he takes from you. You ravish in it, holding your breath while he takes his time dipping across the curve of your back.

He leans into you, ghosting his lips across your neckline while he breathes you in deep. He smells the vanilla scent of your perfume, lilac breezing through your soft curls, and can even smell the cherry flavor of your glittery lip gloss. You must taste so good, he can already feel your soft lips against his while he takes his other hand and moves your curls over the left side of your shoulder.

You turn your head back gradually, exposing the veins in your slender neck while it gives him access to dip his lips against the curve of your neck. “Joel,” you whisper out, your insides shaking as the hand on your back sinks down to the curve of your hip.

He can’t respond, too lost in your delicious scent while his hand dances against the silk of your tempting skin. He’s a bad man, putting himself in this vulnerable position where he’s alone with you, with your zipper completely down and your dress barely holding itself against your perfect body.

He should go back outside, stay away from your midnight eyes, your luscious locks, your sweet smelling perfume, but he can’t. He just can’t. He’d rather die than to leave you alone now, untouched, not taken care of. He’s your bodyguard, he’s paid to take care of you. So he will, in every way that he can. He’ll have his way with you. If your zipper can be fixed then who's to say that ache between your legs can’t, too?

He spins you around, your chest pressed flush against his while he slowly backs you up against the wall, caging you in with his strong arms while he breathes in your sweet vanilla scent that drives him wild. He sees the cleavage practically spilling from the top of your undone dress, wants to fucking rip it to shreds until there’s nothing left but your glowing skin under the tips of his pressing fingers.

He takes a hand and pushes back a strand of curls behind your ear, lingering his thick fingers along your jawline while you breathe in the woodsy mahogany smell, his expensive cologne that you could lather yourself in just to smell like him. He’s so close that he could lean down and press his lips to yours, so close that you could twist your fingers through those lush curls that you so desperately want to meld your fingers to.

You’ve never been this close to him before, to where you can see just how pretty and clear his brown flecked eyes are. You’re driving yourself into dangerous territory, but you don’t care. No one’s here to stop you from making any mistakes, and Joel is not a mistake.

He hovers over you, dragging his lips against your jawline and stopping at the shell of your ear, lingering there while his meaty hands dig into the curve of your hips. “We shouldn’t… I shouldn’t,” he says with gritted teeth, painfully dragging out the words while he tickles the shell of your ear with his plush lips.

“Why not?” you whine pathetically as you place a hand under his shirt, making him jump while you graze over the happy trail that leads underneath his jeans. It makes a deep groan slip from his throat.

“I’m twice your age. You jus’ turned twenty-five, I’m pushing forty-five. I’m your bodyguard. I should be more respectful, shouldn’t give in to a pretty thing like you,” he murmurs as he feels his cock hardening beneath the denim of his jeans.

“I don’t care that you’re older or that you’re my bodyguard,” you mumble as your fingers tug the leather belt free from his jeans.

He groans, licking the edge of your ear while he fights to find an ounce of control in his desperate body. He finds none. “We shouldn’t, darlin’. It’d be irresponsible on my part. What if the paparazzi found out? They’d turn the headlines into a hell of a mess. Hell, your publicist would kill me,” he says defeatedly while his hands stay glued to your hips.

“I don’t care what my publicist says, I don’t care about the paparazzi. I know what I want, Joel. I know you want it, too. Just as much as I do.”

He groans against you, doing his best to resist you, but he can’t. He’s a weak man for you, and he’ll give in with the snap of your fingers. He’s got no fight left in him, he’s all yours. “Are you sure, sweetheart? You want this? Want me?”

You grip tighter to his jeans, dragging his hips flush against yours as you feel the swell of his cock through the denim. He’s so fucking big, and you haven’t even seen him yet. “Yes, Joel. Please. Want you, only you,” you stifle out a moan as his lips trail against your neck, gently nipping and sucking against your sensitive areas while his hands ghost over the curve of your breasts.

“God, I can’t say no to you, gorgeous. You don’t even know what you do to me every time I see you up on that stage, singin’ with that angelic voice of yours, dancin’ around all flirtatiously while you make me so fuckin’ hard beneath my jeans.”

You groan at his filthy words, letting him spread your legs while one of his parts your legs wider. One hand trailing up your inner thigh while his other slowly pulls against the top of your pink dress. “You don’t know how badly I’ve wanted to do this for so long, how much I’ve wanted to press my face between those thick thighs of yours,” he groans as he trails his lips against the cleavage of your dress.

“Probably just as long as I’ve wanted you to,” you pant out as he tugs at the hem of your dress.

“Yeah, s’that right?” he teases, dragging his teeth lower down your breasts.

“Mhm. Joel, fuck. Taste me, touch me, fuck me,” you beg as you wrap your arms around his neck.

“Fuck you, hmm? That what you want?” he teases while he slowly pulls your dress free, hearing it drop to the floor when all you’re left in is your shorts and tights.

“Yes, please. Want you, need you to touch me. Do it, Joel. Please,” you whine, twisting your fingers around the curls around the base of his neck.

He chuckles out, sucking in a breath as he fully obliges your request. “Alright, pretty pop star. If that’s what you want, how can I say no to you?”

He leaves you with no warning, cupping one breast in his large palm while he sucks on your other one, running his tongue in circles until your nipples are pebbled and swollen beneath his tongue, his mouth, his hands. He does the same to the other one, languidly sliding his tongue over the pebbled bud while he massages your breasts with his calloused fingers.

He bathes in your moans, making certain to get you all worked up where he knows you’re already soaking beneath your panties. That’s where he wants you wet, begging for him to touch you.

“Joel,” you whine, feeling his fingers fall free from your pebbled breasts.

“I know, baby. I know. Don’t worry, gonna take care of my girl.”

Before you can speak, he cups your face and sinks his plush lips against the gloss of yours, melding his mouth to yours while he tastes the cherry flavor of your lip gloss. You part your lips for him, inviting him in as you feel him lick feverishly into your mouth. Your tongues dance together in unison, allowing him to tangle his with yours while he revels in your pretty moans against his hungry mouth. He’s starving for you, absolutely famished while he takes and takes from you, letting his tongue explore the entirety of your open mouth. If you taste this good, just think how absolutely divine you must be between your legs.

His hands roam down to your shorts, slipping his fingers inside the waistband and tugging them free of your skin. You step out of your high heels, kick the pink shorts aside and allow his mouth to break free of yours. You pant tirelessly, watching him kneel between your legs as he starts to run his fingers up and down your thighs.

He looks up at you, his eyes becoming dark pits that consume him whole. He’s feral for you, and he won’t stop till he has every last drop from you. “You have another pair of these?” he asks, nodding to your tights.

“I’ve got a million pairs,” you say out of breath.

He smirks up at you before he tears into the flesh of your tights, ripping them to shreds while one of his large hands meets the lace of your panties. “What about these, hmm? Gonna miss these?”

You shake your head, unable to get a word out as you swallow a whine in the back of your throat. “No?” he asks all deep and gravelly while his thumb traces against the edge of your lace, sliding down to put some pressure between your drenched lips.

You throw your head back and whine, begging him to continue on. “No, Joel. Just take them off, please. Need you,” you breathe out desperately.

“That’s all you had to say, sweetheart.” He takes no time, ripping into the seam of your panties as you watch him split them in half, throwing them in a pile on the floor while his eyes blow wide when he takes in the bare sight of you.

He groans to himself, dragging a finger through your wet arousal, parting you in the middle as he hears the sloshing sounds come from his thumb spreading the wetness all across your dripping core. He inhales you, reveling in the pretty noises you make while he takes his time exploring you, gathering the slick on his calloused fingers as he burns the sight of your messy pussy in the back of his brain.

“Shit, baby. Already so fuckin’ wet for me. This what I do to you, hmm? You always this wet around me?”

“Mhm,” you moan, feeling his fingers pull you apart as more slick pools between your thighs.

“All this for me, goddamn. Ain’t I jus’ the luckiest man alive.” He licks a thick stripe up your core, dragging his tongue to lap up the slick that spills from your insides, making you pant out with need as he makes you come undone. “Don’t worry, baby. Gonna take real good care of this pretty pink pussy. Just sit back, relax, and let me do all the work.”

He doesn’t even give you a chance to breathe, he just dives right in. He takes the flat of his tongue and strokes your folds, working you up and down while he soaks in the sweet taste of you. He hooks one of your pliant legs over his shoulder while you fight to not break already.

He drags his nose through the curls above your mound, sucking your swollen clit into his mouth while he breathes in the sensational musk of your pussy, drinking down your sticky arousal that makes his taste buds come to life. He’s never tasted a pussy this sweet before in his life, never quite experienced the high of such an intoxicating body before. He’s wanted you for so long now, and he never even imagined it’d be this good before.

“Joel,” you moan above him, wrapping your delicate fingers through his messy curls, driving out a deep groan from him by the way you cling to him. He loves the feel of you in his hair, pulling and tugging while you bite your lower lip and moan his name over and over again. It’s like an addictive drug he’s prescribed to, and he needs more, wants more of you.

He slips two digits into your drenched hole, filling you so full while his thick fingers curl and hit that spongy area that makes you see bright lights flash before your eyes. He revels in your moans, eliciting more with every touch and curl of his fingers, with every feverish lick to your messy center.

“Yeah? You like that, baby? Feel good?” Joel purrs while he watches you fall apart beneath his fingers.

“So good, Joel. Want you to - ahhh,” you whine as he pulls your aching bundle of nerves back into his warm mouth, releasing it with a pop as more slick covers his knuckles.

“Mmm, s’that right, sweetheart? Gonna cum for me? C’mon baby girl, go on and soak me,” he purrs.

You feel the white hot sensation taking over, feel his long fingers curl up to hit that spot again and again while he pulls your aching clit back into his mouth. And it feels so fucking good that you just can’t hold on any longer. “Joel, I’m gonna… fuck, I’m coming,” you whine as you release your pent up energy, soaking his knuckles while he works you nice and slow, licking at your core as the slick builds on his tongue, drinking you down till he soothes that aching need in his throat.

You come down slowly, feeling your body go through the tingling sensations that make you feel so alive. You’ve never had it this good before, not before Joel. He’s going to be the end of your demise.

You look down at him between your legs, fingers still curled inside your core while he slowly drags them out of you with a groan from your lips. He pops the digits into his mouth, sucking the sweet release while he moans your name. He looks fucking wrecked, his hair all tousled and messy, wide eyes blown out to black pits that want to devour you whole. The way he’s looking at you makes you think he’s not done with you, and he’s not. Oh no, he’s just getting started.

“Such a good girl for me,” he purrs, sliding his calloused fingers up to your hips while he unhooks your leg from his shoulder. “I’m not done with you yet, baby. Now, c’mere.”

He throws you over his shoulder, a surprised gasp coming from your lips as he takes you over to the velvet couch. He drops you on your hands and knees, not giving you a moment to breathe while he situates himself behind you and spreads your legs wide.

He takes a few seconds to admire your glistening core, sitting back on his heels as he rakes a hand slowly over his greying scruff, taking in the absolute beauty that sits before him. He’s never seen a sight like this that he goes head over heels for, sliding his tongue between his teeth as he whispers how fucking perfect you are.

He groans your name, dragging his thumb up and down your sticky folds while one hand spreads your cheeks wide. He says your name repeatedly, taking in the sight of you in front of him. He thinks you’re so fucking pretty, all messy and dripping just for him. He wants to just slip your scent, your taste into his own cologne, mix the two together until he can only smell you on his body.

He licks at your core, spreading you wide while he devours you whole. He pulls at your glistening clit, languidly circling the swollen bud that calls sinfully to him. He wants to give you all the orgasms, drink you down till you have nothing left to give, curl his fingers inside your heated core, work you over till the only thing you can say is his name through your pretty moans.

He thrives in the musk of you, the taste of your cherry lips, the sweet saltiness of your warm cum. If he could give it a name, he’d call you his special jasmine flower, known to be the sweetest, most fragrant flower in the world. That’s what you are to him. The rarest flower that ever came into his reach, his life.

He licks against your slick folds, working his fingers in and out of your delicious cunt, slurping on your sensitive mound while he drowns it in his own drool, lusting after you until you writhe beneath him and give him another mind blowing orgasm.

“Joel, I’m coming, I’m coming,” you cry, spilling yourself all over his digits and inside his heated mouth. He can’t reply, too busy drinking you down as he groans good girl through the taste of you on his large tongue.

He swallows all the slick between your thighs, holding you up together while your legs shake uncontrollably. You may have fallen apart on his tongue twice, but he still wants more. He’s greedy like that when something belongs to him. You’re his as far as he’s concerned now, and he always takes care of what’s his.

“Joel, wanna… wanna…” you stutter tirelessly, out of breath from the insane orgasm he pulled from your body.

“What do ya need, sweetheart? Use your words,” he coaxes, placing a hand gently at the small of your back as he strokes small circles into the heat of your skin.

“Your cock. Let me suck your cock, make you feel good, too,” you whine out, grinding your teeth together as he gently blows on your aching core.

“Not this time, baby. Later. Gotta take care of you first. This time I wanna have my way with you, want your cum dripping down my tongue, making my cock all messy from your sweet release. Wanna bottle you up and make you my own personal brand of whiskey,” he growls as he pulls his t-shirt over his head and frantically slides his jeans and boxers over his feet, disposing the sweaty material on the ground.

He hisses as he spreads the precum over his shaft, pumping himself a couple times before he grabs your hips and scoots you back, stifling a moan from your mouth as he plunges his massive cock into your throbbing pussy.

“Oh, shit. Joel,” you whine, filling the room with your sweet incantations while he fills you so full of him.

“Yeah? You like that, dirty girl? Takin’ this cock so good, squeezin’ me so fuckin’ tight,” he growls, pulling your hair back as your head snaps up, his mouth meeting yours as he licks feverishly inside, swallowing your moans while he continues his frantic thrusts into your weeping pussy.

He pulls out from you, throwing you on your back while he hooks your legs over his shoulders, rutting back inside you as his cock gets covered in your sticky slick. You throw your arms around his neck while he finds your mouth again, licking inside, moaning your name on the tip of his tongue as he speeds up his thrusts inside you.

The sounds are obscene, the wet smacking noises of his hard cock drilling inside your drenched pussy reverberating off the glow of the pristine walls. He releases his mouth from yours, leaning back to take in the gorgeous view that’s you. You’re splayed all over the couch, your perky breasts bouncing up and down with every thrust of his cock, your eyes all glossed over and fucked out while he takes you nice and slow. He thinks you’re a vision, a full on masterpiece that deserves to be displayed in an art gallery, your mouth making that pretty O shape while you chant his name angelically.

“Know you’re close, baby. Squeezin’ me so tight, feels so good,” he moans through the grit of his teeth.

“Joel, I’m gonna… gonna… fuck,” you whine as you feel that all too familiar white hot sensation rush through your entire body.

“Oh yeah, baby. That’s it. Such a good fuckin’ girl. Go on now, soak this cock,” he coaxes.

He watches you fall apart beneath him, beautiful, glossy eyes rolling back as you drag your manicured nails down his back, giving him the prettiest moans as you clench around him and release your cum all down his quivering cock.

“Good girl,” he praises, talking you through your intense orgasm as he quickens the strokes inside you, reaching heights you never could without him, kissing your cervix with the tip of his cock. It feels so fucking good, and you just gave him the best three orgasms of your life. You’re exhausted, but you need him to finish. You need him inside you.

Sweat drips off his forehead, ending in his tousled curls as he bares his teeth, barely able to hold on any longer. “Baby, I’m about to cum. I can’t hold on much longer. Where do you want me, sweetheart? Where do you want me to spill?”

“Inside Joel, paint me white inside. Cum inside my pussy, please,” you beg.

He moans as he calls your name, giving you a couple more thrusts before he paints the insides of your thighs white with hot ropes of cum, throwing his head back as he revels in the ecstasy of filling you up with his seed, claiming you as his own.

He pulls out and twists you around, collapsing on his back against the velvet couch while you fall into his chest, his meaty hands holding you tight around the waist while you both come down from your intense orgasmic high. The room smells like sex and sweat, hints of vanilla and cherry flavored lips lingering around the room. It smells like heaven, Joel’s heaven.

Through the sounds of rushed breaths and tired bodies, he reaches up and hooks a strand of loose hair behind your ear, lingering his calloused fingers against your jawline while he assesses the beautiful starlights in your eyes. He thinks you’re the most gorgeous girl he’s ever laid eyes on, and now you’re all his.

You look at him just the same, memorizing the flecks of dark honey that make up his bright eyes, dragging your fingertips through his salt-and-pepper scruff, letting your other hand glide through his messy tousled curls. He may be your bodyguard who works for you, but now he’s so much more than that. He’s yours, and you’ll never let him go now.

“Still think this was a bad idea?” you ask with a raised brow, challenging him to say anything but yes.

“Too late for asking me that, sweetheart. I changed my mind. You’re jus’ what I needed,” he smiles, the flecks of his eyes shimmering amber as your own eyes sparkle with bliss.

“Glad you came around,” you giggle as he drags his fingers up and down your jawline softly.

“All ‘cause of a fuckin’ broken zipper. You know I can’t stop now, sweetheart? One taste of you and now I’m hooked. Afraid I can’t let you go now.”

You lean into his chest, giving him your best dreamy smile as you trace the ends of a tousled greying curl. “Then don’t. Be mine, Joel.”

“I’m all yours, sweetheart. All yours,” he whispers before he cups your face and brings your head down, meeting the plush of his lips as he kisses you nice and slow.

You melt into him, parting your lips so he can slot his way in, tangling his tongue with yours as you taste yourself in his mouth. You stay like that for minutes, getting lost in his soft touch, his musk, his dreamy eyes. You never want to leave this trailer, never want to be parted from Joel. The only question is, how will you ever be able to keep your hands off him in public?

You lean your head into the crevice of his neck, nestling up to his soft scruff that smells like him. You sigh and tangle your fingers with his while he holds you close to his side. “Guess we won’t see any more performances tonight?”

“I don’t know, baby,” he chuckles underneath you. “Think we need a shower and some food. Maybe take you for round two afterwards. But it’s up to you. We can either stay here or go watch more of the sets tonight. Whatever you want.”

You think it over, but ultimately decide on his first offer. “Mmm, I think I’ll go with the first pick. Rather be here with you, in your arms, where it feels right.”

He sighs, lingering a soft kiss on your cheek as he pushes back a falling curl. “Okay, beautiful. That’s what we’ll do then. You want pepperoni pizza? That’s your favorite, right?”

“Mhm,” you nod. “Sounds perfect.”

He chuckles, the chocolate flecks glistening in his pretty eyes. He looks so dreamy, almost unreal that he's underneath you, his skin glowing from the sight of you. “I’ve wanted you for so long, sweetheart. Can’t believe this is actually happening.”

“I feel the same, Joel. Thought you might’ve caught on sooner with all the flirting I’ve been doing, especially up on stage. I might love getting a crowd pumped up, but there’s nothing more I love than making you blush at the side of the stage.”

He tips his head back and laughs, his voice all deep and gravelly as he flicks his eyes back to you. “Oh, I caught on, darlin’. Figured you were tryin’ to get a reaction out of me, and you did. Now look at us,” he teases, cupping your chin with the palm of his large hand, causing tingles to run down your spine.

“Yeah, just look at us. A pop star and a bodyguard getting off on each other. Thought it’d only happen in my dreams,” you sigh, propping yourself up with your elbow on his sweat covered broad chest.

“Well, baby, it’s real. It happened. Reckon you’re mine now, yeah?”

Your eyes perk up, a huge smile glistening across your shiny lips as you nod your head. “I’m all yours, Joel. As long as you’ll have me.”

“Baby, I ain’t ever gonna let you go now. You’re all mine, and I’m gonna spend my days protectin’ and lovin’ this pretty pop star. That’s what you are, baby. You’re my shining star.”

“And you’re my knight in shining bodyguard,” you giggle.

“Mhm, sure am, doll. And I don’t plan on ever lettin’ you go.”

You fold back into his chest, pressing your lips hungrily against his. Eventually he carries you to the shower, helps wash off all the sweat and slick from earlier, until he takes you to your bed and makes love to you all over again. And it continues throughout the whole night, until both of you are passed out in each other's arms.

This is where you belong, in the arms of your fierce protector, your handsome bodyguard that you’re head over heels for. Your favorite brown eyed keeper.

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sanguineterrain · 1 year ago

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Would you be willing to write a Jason Todd x reader inspired by the bulletproof vest scene from Criminal Minds? Maybe it's early in their relationship and they're fussing after hearing he's been shot. Maybe with an annoyed Damian breaking up their flirting?

(Here is the scene if you don't know what I'm talking about!! youtube.com/watch?v=C2bjYavXWec)

Haha this was such a fun prompt! Thanks for sending 🩷 I love prompts inspired by tv scenes

jason todd x gn!reader. minor injury, fluff, suggestive/implied nsfw, making out, implied timkon

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Jason opens the door, looking extra comfy in his GU sweatpants and a Wonder Woman t-shirt. His curls stick up in fifteen different directions, making him look like an overgrown chick.

You'd coo if your heart hadn't been in your stomach all night.

"Hey, ba—"

You launch yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck. The force of your embrace makes Jason stumble back a step. You suddenly remember his injury and reel back.

"Baby, what's goin' on?" His eyes are wide. Jason holds onto you, inspecting you right back.

"I'm so sorry!" you say, hands fluttering over his body. "Oh God, did I reopen stitches? Fuck, fuck—"

"Sweetheart." Jason places both hands on your shoulders and guides you away from the door. He kicks it shut with his foot. You both settle on the couch. "What're you talking about? Are you okay?"

"Am I okay?" You sit up. Jason rests his head on the back of the couch, watching you. "God, Jason, you got shot! I heard you caught fire this morning so I got here as quickly as I could. Did I reopen stitches? Be honest because I swear to God, Jay, if you lie to me about that..."

"Honey. Oh my love. Y'know I'm crazy about ya?" Jason holds your face with both hands and squishes your cheeks. He's smiling. "I got shot in my bulletproof vest. No stitches required. Who told you I got shot?"

You take his hands and hold them to your chest. "Well, I was listening to the comms 'cause I can't sleep when you have overnight missions and—"

"You haven't slept all night?" Jason frowns. "Baby, you need to sleep."

You scoff. "None of that matters, Jay. What I'm hearing is that you still got shot!"

"'S not a big deal, honest. Just a few bruises. Leslie wrapped me up, see?"

Jason lifts his shirt. His ribs are wrapped in an ACE bandage. You feel around for a secret wound.

"No blood?" you ask, poking at the edges.

Jason laughs and catches your hand. He kisses your knuckles. "No, sweetness. No blood. 'S just a little sore." He lets his shirt fall. You're only a little disappointed by the loss of his bare skin.

"Why would Bruce send you out in a bulletproof vest? Of all the stupid—usually you wear your armor! That's actually bulletproof! Vests are bullet-resistant. That's like saying Gotham rats are toxin-proof. Just because they don't die from the Joker gas anymore doesn't mean they aren't higher than kites when it happens."

Jason kisses your cheek. It turns your insides ooey-gooey. He's always so warm, so solid.

"Mm. I'll call Merriam-Webster tomorrow and relate your beef with 'em. And to answer your question, I was undercover, so no armor. But I am fine. Okay?"

"I'll be the judge of that, mister."

You hike his shirt up to his neck and pat down his chest. Jason honest-to-God giggles, which only encourages you. You pinch the soft skin under his biceps, then kiss down his sternum. He squirms, sliding so he's lying on the couch.

"Tickles," Jason says, letting you love on him.

"Excuse me, sir, I'm trying to conduct a very serious medical examination," you say, biting your lip to keep from laughing. "I think I'll need a closer look at these."

You kiss Jason's right pectoral, and his face flushes pink like it always does because you know how sensitive he is there and how his sensitivity makes him shy. Your mouth grazes his nipple and a tiny grunt pushes out of his throat.

"'M just a piece of meat to you, huh?" He catches you with a hand on your hip.

You smile and nip his neck, careful of his bandage. Jason's breath hitches.

"Please, baby, show mercy. Want me to get on my knees an' beg? I will."

"Sir, that is highly unprofessional language for this procedure. I'm afraid I'll have to give you an oral exam to see what's causing that filthy mouth of yours."

"Yeah, I'll show you filthy," Jason murmurs, cupping the back of your head. "Let's see how filthy y'get when I—"

"Oh my God, stop."

"Todd!"

You freeze with Jason's mouth on your neck and your shirt rucked up. Tim and Damian are at the edge of the living room. Tim looks nauseous. Damian's mouth is shriveled like a prune.

You scramble off of Jason, mortified, and smooth down your shirt. Jason leisurely turns his head, still holding onto you. He sighs.

"What d'you brats want?"

"To erase the last sixty seconds from my brain," Tim says.

Jason grins, all teeth. "That can be arranged."

You roll your eyes. "We're sorry, guys. Did you need Jason?"

"Yes. Father wants you back at the Cave immediately for debrief," Damian says, glancing at Jason's exposed bandages with tangible disgust.

You tug down Jason's shirt. His mouth quirks briefly before he registers his brother's request.

"Oh, hell to the fucking no. I got back two hours ago. Tell him to fuck off."

"I think you tell him enough for all of us," Tim says. "It's just a debrief. Babs started timing him and he's been good about keeping them short."

"He can email me. I'm not going to the Cave for a damn debrief."

Tim squints at Jason, then you. "I see. You know, you're awfully energetic for someone who should be recovering. Leslie benched Dick the last time he overexerted himself."

Jason raises an eyebrow. "I wouldn't be speaking about exertion after what you and Connor did at the Kents' fourth of July picnic last year, Timbelina."

Tim somehow turns more pale. Damian whips his head around.

"Drake? What is he talking about?"

"Nothing. C'mon, Damian, let's go. Jason can debrief later."

He hauls a protesting Damian out the fire escape. Jason waves after them.

"Uh-huh, take care now, bye-bye! Close the window on your way out!"

The window slams shut. You look at Jason, eyes wide.

"What...?"

He shrugs. "Brotherly blackmail. All in good spirit."

"I see. You really don't need to go? I can wait."

"Nah. Bruce can wait. I have a very important injury that needs tending to."

You roll your eyes, smiling. "Uh-huh. Are you sure you're okay?"

Jason kisses you. "Positive," he says against your mouth. "This is nothing. But I appreciate you worrying about little ol' me."

"I'll always worry about you, Jay."

He ducks his head and nudges your neck like a cat. "I know, baby. 'S why I'm the luckiest guy in the whole wide world."

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ghostlyferrettarot · 9 months ago

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Hi pile 1! Your glow up is both external and internal, especially if you've been a little down lately. Good things are coming and you'll have the opportunity to stand out more to others.

During this process, you'll meet new people who will open up new opportunities for you and allow you to explore new horizons. In addition, you'll have the chance to change your environment through a new job opportunity, a move, etc. These changes will help you rediscover yourself and shine through your own essence.

Take advantage of this stage to connect with yourself, discover new passions and continue moving towards the best version of yourself. Trust that good things are coming and that this process will take you to a place of greater happiness. Trust the process even if its uncomfortable! you deserve good thoughts pile 1!

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Hi pile 2! Your glow up is going to be a complete transformation! I think you are someone who enjoys experimenting with different looks, and you have a great aesthetic sense for fashion. I am sure that you will finally discover your unique style, the one that makes you look and feel better than ever. People will definitely notice the change and I assure you that you will receive many compliments and attention.

It will be a stage in which you will stand out and attract the attention of many, you may even have several suitors interested in you. You are in the process of finding yourself and that will make you shine brighter than ever.

If you have been searching for your ideal style for a while, you will be happy to know that you have finally found it. "You are shining!" is what I heard as I was channeling, so amazing pile 2!

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Hi pile 3! Your glow up is going to be a very important one for you. I feel that you will find your way in a totally unexpected way. You may have been questioning your interests and identity, but i feel like all of that will come to an end. You will find what you are passionate about and what will make you feel fulfilled.

This process will not only lead you to a better financial situation, but it will also be reflected in your personality. Many will be inspired by your story and the way you have managed to find your true passion. Your inner glow will be reflected in everything around you, and that will attract positive people into your life.

You will see how your social circle expands and how you surround yourself with individuals who push you to continue growing. Your glow up will not only be visible in your physical appearance, but also in the way you carry yourself in the world. I even got a bit emotional channeling ypur energy pile 3, you should be really proud of yourself! sending you lots of love!

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lila-lou · 1 month ago

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✨Rise and Shine, Darling - 2/5✨

Summary: You play for the love of it. He hears something more. A chance meeting, a shared song, and a connection neither of you expected. Music brought you together. Now it might change everything.

-requested-

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 5351

A/N: English isn’t my first language, please be lenient. 🩷

The days after that first studio session had been filled with texts—mostly about music.

Jensen wasn’t the kind of guy to text back and forth all day, and you weren’t the type to push for conversation. But somehow, it happened anyway. Ideas for melodies, song structures, lyric inspiration—it all flowed easily between you. Sure, sometimes something personal slipped in—like him sending you a picture of the ridiculous coffee he made that morning, or you mentioning how you nearly missed a flight to Tennessee—but it was always music that pulled you back.

Then four weeks passed.

You had finished your gigs in Tennessee, played your heart out for new crowds, and when you finally returned to Austin, it wasn’t even a question—you and Jensen were going to meet up again. And then it happened again. And again.

Neither of you talked about why it kept happening. Neither of you questioned the way you worked so damn well together, how easy it was to fall into rhythm, how every session turned into hours that felt like minutes.

Now, you sat across from each other in his studio once more, both with a notepad in hand, working on your first song together. A love song. Neither of you had actually said that’s what it was, but as the lyrics started forming between you, there was no denying it.

“Alright”, Jensen said, leaning back in his chair, tapping his pen against the pad of paper. “We’ve got a solid melody, but what the hell is this song actually about?”.

You smirked, biting your lip. “You mean besides the obvious?”.

He raised a brow. “And what’s the obvious?”.

You flipped through your notes, reading back some of the lines you had jotted down.

“I wasn’t looking, but somehow you’re here…”. “I tell myself it’s nothing, but damn, it’s getting clear…”. “Every time you leave, I swear it don’t feel right…”.

Jensen exhaled, running a hand over his face. “Shit”. You chuckled. “Yeah”.

Neither of you had intended to write about this—about whatever had been quietly growing between you since that first night. But here it was. Written in ink, undeniable.

Jensen set his notepad down, rubbing the back of his neck. “Okay, so… hypothetically speaking—if we were writing about two people who were, I don’t know, pretending this thing wasn’t happening between them…”.

You leaned back against the couch, twirling your pen between your fingers. “Alright, so hypothetically speaking… what would these two people be feeling?”.

Jensen grinned, but there was something thoughtful in his expression. He tapped his pen against the notepad, gaze flickering to the lyrics scattered between you. “Well, if they’re pretending there’s nothing there, then there’s gotta be some denial, right? Like, maybe one of them keeps making excuses for why they keep coming back. And the other… maybe they don’t even realize why they keep letting them”.

You nodded, scribbling a note. “Okay, so something like…”. You hesitated for a second, then spoke the words as they came to you. "I tell myself it’s nothing, but you’re under my skin…".

Jensen’s head snapped up, his green eyes lighting up. “That’s good”. You grinned. “Yeah?”

He nodded, already picking up his guitar and strumming a soft melody beneath the words. “Yeah. And maybe the next line… something like… `One foot out the door, but I’m walking back in…’”.

You froze for half a second, the words hitting you in a way you couldn’t quite place. Something about them felt too real—like a mirror you weren’t ready to look into. But instead of questioning it, you just nodded. “I like that”.

For the next hour, you and Jensen fell into a rhythm, bouncing lyrics back and forth, each line coming easier than the last. Every word felt effortless, like the song was already there, just waiting to be put on paper.

It was all there—the push and pull, the hesitation, the magnetic pull between two people who refused to acknowledge what was right in front of them.

At one point, Jensen sat back with a chuckle, shaking his head. “You ever get the feeling a song’s writing you instead of the other way around?”.

You laughed, stretching your legs out in front of you. “Yeah. This one’s kinda eerie, though. Like… how the hell do we know exactly what this feels like?”.

Jensen shrugged, strumming a soft chord. “Guess we’re just that good”.

You smirked. “Or maybe we’ve both been there before”.

“Maybe”, he agreed, but there was something unreadable in his expression—like a flicker of realization that almost surfaced before he brushed it away.

Neither of you said it out loud, but the truth sat between you like an unspoken lyric. You weren’t writing about someone else. You were writing about yourselves. And neither of you had figured it out yet.

Another session. Another day in the studio.

By now, meeting up with Jensen felt routine, like something you did without thinking, without questioning why it kept happening. It wasn’t planned, it wasn’t scheduled, it was just… natural.

The song was coming together faster than either of you expected.

You sat cross-legged on the studio couch, a notepad balanced on your knee, while Jensen plucked at his guitar, fine-tuning a chord progression. The two of you had been at it for hours, tossing around lyrics, adjusting the melody, getting lost in the process.

You had just started humming a new line when Jensen’s phone, sitting on the edge of the coffee table, started buzzing. He glanced at it, about to ignore it, but then the screen lit up with a FaceTime call. JJ.

Without hesitation, he grabbed the phone and answered. “Hey, baby girl”.

Your heart stuttered. You knew Jensen had kids. But this was the first time you’d actually seen that side of him. And it threw you off completely.

On the screen, a little girl’s face lit up, her blonde curls slightly messy, dimples showing as she grinned. “Daddy!”.

Jensen’s entire posture shifted. His features softened, his voice warmed, and for a second, the man across from you wasn’t the guy you had been writing love songs with—he was a dad. “Whatcha doin’, bug?”, he asked, leaning back into the couch.

“Mommy let me have extra screen time”, JJ announced proudly. “And I wanted to call you!”-

Jensen chuckled. “Well, I’m glad you did. What’d you do today?”.

As JJ launched into a full, excited story about some game she had played with her siblings, Jensen listened intently, nodding along, asking questions. You couldn’t look away. This wasn’t something you were used to. You had spent so much time with Jensen the musician, Jensen the creative. But this? Jensen the father? It was… something else.

It shouldn’t have made your chest tighten. It shouldn’t have made you smile. But it did. You kept quiet, not wanting to intrude on the moment, but as JJ continued rambling, her eyes suddenly flickered toward the screen, and she noticed you.

Her tiny face scrunched in confusion. “Who’s that?”.

Jensen blinked, glancing over at you as if remembering you were there. Then he smirked, turning the camera slightly. “That’s Y/N. We’re working on a song together”.

JJ’s eyes widened. “You’re making a song?”.

You smiled, waving a little. “Yep! Your dad’s pretty good at it”.

JJ gasped dramatically. “I know! Daddy sings in the car all the time”.

Jensen groaned, covering his face with his hand. “JJ…”.

She giggled. “It’s true!”.

You laughed, unable to help it. “I believe you”.

JJ beamed. Then, before Jensen could stop her, she leaned closer to the camera, stage-whispering, “Are you Daddy’s girlfriend?”.

Your entire body froze.

Jensen’s eyes widened. “JJ!”.

“What?”, JJ giggled, completely innocent. “You said she’s pretty”.

Oh. Oh. You didn’t know whether to laugh, blush, or crawl under the couch. Meanwhile, Jensen let out a sharp exhale, shaking his head. “Alright, bug, I think it’s bedtime”.

JJ pouted. “But—”.

“Nope”, he cut in quickly, eyes flicking to yours for half a second. “Say goodnight”.

JJ huffed but gave you another mischievous grin. “Bye, pretty lady!”.

Before you could respond, Jensen hung up the call, tossing his phone onto the couch beside him. A heavy silence followed. You were still reeling. JJ’s innocent question had stirred something—something you weren’t ready to unpack.

Jensen ran a hand through his hair, groaning. “Jesus”.

You finally found your voice, teasing, “So… you think I’m pretty?”.

Jensen groaned again, scrubbing a hand over his face. “I said you’re pretty talented”, he corrected quickly, though his voice lacked its usual confidence. “Kids just… they hear what they wanna hear”.

You smirked, tilting your head. “Mhm. Sure”.

He shot you a pointed look. “Don’t start”.

But you weren’t about to let him off that easy. “Hey, I’m not the one getting flustered because my kid just called me out”, you teased, crossing your arms.

“I’m not flustered”.

“Uh-huh”.

Jensen exhaled, shaking his head, but there was the smallest hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “JJ’s got no filter. If she has a thought, she says it. No warning, no hesitation—just right out into the world”.

You laughed softly. “Honestly? Kind of admire that”.

He huffed. “Yeah, well, she also thinks I’m a superhero, so I wouldn’t take everything she says too seriously”. There was something fond in his tone, something unshakably warm when he talked about her, and damn, if that didn’t make your stomach twist just a little.

You tapped your pen against your notepad, deciding to steer the conversation back to safer territory. “So, what now? Are we gonna pretend that didn’t just happen, or do we write a song about it?”.

Jensen let out a dry laugh, picking up his guitar again. “Oh yeah, because nothing screams hit song like ‘My Kid Just Called Me Out’”.

You grinned. “Could be a country song”.

He rolled his eyes, but you saw it. The way his shoulders relaxed, the tension from JJ’s little slip-up fading as he settled back into something more comfortable. Jensen strummed a few aimless chords, his voice casual. “Look, let’s just finish the song. We’re almost there anyway”.

You nodded, picking up your pen again. “Alright, but just so you know… I’m totally telling JJ next time I see her that you were blushing”.

He stopped playing. “I was not blushing”, he argued immediately.

You raised an eyebrow. “Oh, you totally were”.

“Y/N”, he warned.

You grinned, enjoying this way too much. “Relax, big boy. Your secret’s safe with me”.

He shook his head, muttering under his breath before shifting the focus firmly back to the song. But something had shifted. JJ’s words still lingered, even as you both pushed forward. And maybe, neither of you were ready to admit that she had hit a little too close to the truth.

Another hour passed, the music flowing between you both like second nature. It was easy—too easy, really. The song was nearly finished, the melodies in place, and the lyrics? They told a story neither of you had dared to admit was your own.

But right now, Jensen’s stomach had other plans. A loud growl broke through the quiet, and you snorted, glancing up from your notepad. “Was that you?”.

Jensen groaned, rubbing his face. “Unfortunately, yeah. Guess I forgot to eat today”.

You smirked, setting your pen down. “Wow. Can’t remember basic survival skills?”.

He shot you a look. “I don’t need a lecture, I need a burger”.

You laughed but leaned back against the couch, watching as he carefully set his guitar in its stand. It was still a little surreal, sitting here with him, watching him as just a guy, not the larger-than-life version of himself the world knew.

A few days ago, you had finally found out exactly who he was.

At first, it had thrown you completely off balance. You had gone home, done your research, and realized exactly what kind of career this man had. The shows, the conventions, the fanbase that still adored him even years after Supernatural ended.

It had intimidated the hell out of you. You were just a nobody in comparison. A musician trying to make it in an industry that ate people alive.

But when you saw him the next day, he had immediately caught on to the shift in your energy. You weren’t sure how, but he had. “You’re acting weird”, he had said, leaning against the counter with that knowing smirk. “What happened?”.

You had tried to play it off, but eventually, you admitted, “I Googled you”.

And instead of getting awkward about it, Jensen had just laughed. A real, belly-deep laugh that had made you roll your eyes. “Damn. Knew this day would come”.

After that, he had put you at ease within minutes. Made sure you understood that yeah, he had a career, but that didn’t mean you weren’t just as important in your own right.

And now, a few days later, the nerves were gone. It was just you and Jensen. Writing. Singing. Arguing about lyrics. Giving each other shit. Still, as he stretched out, arms behind his head, you found yourself curious. “So”, you said, tilting your head. “When do you leave for that convention?”.

Jensen let out a breath, rolling his shoulders. “Couple of days”.

“Where’s this one?”.

“Chicago”.

You hummed. “And what exactly do you do at these things? Just sign autographs and take pictures?”.

Jensen smirked. “That, and answer very serious questions like ‘What’s Dean Winchester’s favorite pie flavor?’”.

You snorted. “Oh yeah, that sounds exhausting”.

“You have no idea”, he deadpanned, but the fondness in his voice betrayed him.

You studied him for a second, realizing something. “You actually love it, don’t you?”.

Jensen didn’t even hesitate. “Yeah. I do”.

There was no arrogance in his tone. No forced humility, either. Just honesty. And you respected the hell out of that. You nodded. “That’s pretty cool”.

Jensen raised a brow. “Yeah? You don’t think it’s weird?”

You smirked. “Oh, it’s definitely weird. But, like… the good kind of weird”.

He chuckled, shaking his head. “I’ll take that”.

Silence fell between you for a moment, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was the kind of silence that came when two people were just comfortable existing in the same space. Then, Jensen stretched his arms again, sighing. “Alright, I need food. You coming, or am I gonna have to suffer alone?”.

You grinned, grabbing your jacket. “Depends. Are you paying?”.

He scoffed. “Please. I’ve seen your guitar case, I know how much cash you’re pulling in”.

You rolled your eyes but stood anyway. “Fine. But I’m picking the place”.

Jensen smirked. “Deal”.

Jensen had insisted on staying low-key, so instead of sitting down at a restaurant, the two of you grabbed takeout from a small burger joint a few blocks from the studio. You had quickly learned that privacy meant everything to him—especially when it came to being seen in public with someone new.

He hadn’t made a big deal out of it, just explained it casually while waiting for your food. “You know how it is”, he had said, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “Cameras, rumors… doesn’t take much for the media to run wild with something that isn’t even real”.

You had nodded, understanding. “Yeah, last thing I need is some headline calling me ‘Jensen Ackles’ mystery woman`”.

He had huffed a laugh. “Exactly”.

Now, back inside the studio, you sat across from him at the small coffee table, unwrapping your food while the low hum of classic rock played softly in the background. It was comfortable—easy. Jensen took a big bite of his burger before letting out a satisfied groan. “Damn. I needed this”.

You laughed, shaking your head. “What, don’t eat real food often?”.

He smirked. “Not as much as I should”.

Silence fell for a beat, but not awkward—just the kind that happens when two people settle in. Then, the conversation drifted. Not about music this time. Not about lyrics or chord progressions or melodies. Just life.

Jensen told you about growing up in Texas. You told him about your family, about how you had always known music was it for you. “I don’t think I ever had a backup plan”, you confessed. “Guess I should’ve, huh?”. He shook his head. “Nope. If you had a backup plan, you might’ve used it”. That made you smile.

Then, in between bites of food, you let it slip. “I actually just got my first real offer for a deal”. Jensen froze mid-bite, blinking at you. “Wait—what?”.

You shrugged, trying to downplay it. “Yeah. Some label reached out after one of my Tennessee gigs. Said they’re interested, but nothing’s final yet”.

Jensen set his food down, suddenly all in. “That’s huge”.

You scoffed. “It’s something”.

“No, Y/N, it’s big.” He leaned forward, elbows resting on the table. “What label?”.

You told him the name, watching as he mulled it over. After a moment, he nodded. “They’ve got a good reputation. Solid roster. You thinking about it?”.

You hesitated. “I don’t know. I mean, I always said I wouldn’t just sign the first deal that came my way, but…”. You exhaled. “It’s tempting. Stability, resources, a team backing me up—it’s a lot”.

Jensen studied you for a moment, then said, “What’s your gut telling you?”.

You glanced down at your half-eaten burger, thinking hard. Your gut? Your gut was telling you this moment—sitting in a private studio at 11 PM, eating takeout with a guy who somehow felt like he’d always been in your life—felt a hell of a lot more real than any contract ever could. But you couldn’t say that.

So instead, you looked up and answered honestly. “I don’t know yet”.

Jensen nodded, like he respected that. “Good. Don’t rush it”.

His voice was steady, reassuring. Not pushing, not overstepping. Just genuine.

And maybe that’s why you suddenly felt the urge to say, “Wouldn’t be the worst thing to have someone like you helping me figure it out”.

Jensen’s lips quirked, something unreadable in his eyes. “Well, lucky for you, I’m not going anywhere”.

Something in your chest tightened. Neither of you addressed it. Instead, Jensen grabbed another fry, smirking like the moment hadn’t just shifted. “Now eat your damn food, rockstar”, he teased. “Can’t have you passing out before we finish this song”.

And just like that, the conversation slipped back into something familiar.

But later—long after the food was gone, after you had left the studio, after Jensen was home alone in his quiet house—he found himself thinking about that moment again. And wondering why the hell it mattered so much.

It had been weeks since that night in the studio. Since late-night takeout and quiet conversations that stuck with you long after you left. Since Jensen had casually—too casually—told you he wasn’t going anywhere. And somehow, you believed him.

Now, you were back in his studio, sitting with him on the couch, whiskey glasses in hand, celebrating the fact that your first song together was finally recorded.

Jensen had brought in a friend—a producer he trusted—to help lay it down properly. And damn, if it didn’t sound better than you ever imagined.

Now, as the final mastered version played softly in the background, you took a sip of your drink, letting the warm burn of whiskey settle in your chest.

Jensen exhaled, swirling his own glass. “Gotta admit… this turned out better than I expected”.

You smirked. “Wow. Such high expectations”.

He chuckled, tilting his head. “Nah, you know what I mean. I figured it’d be good, but this?”. He gestured vaguely toward the speakers, where your voices blended seamlessly. “This is something else”.

You grinned, leaning your head back against the couch. “Yeah. It is”.

For a few moments, neither of you spoke—just sat there, letting the weight of what you had made sink in. Then, Jensen shifted slightly beside you, clearing his throat. “So…”, he started, casual. Too casual. “Saw that picture you posted the other day”.

You blinked, looking over at him. “Huh?”.

“On Instagram”, he said, taking a slow sip of whiskey. “That one with you and… what’s his name?”. It took you a second before you realized what he was talking about. “Oh”, you said, snorting. “You mean Miles?”.

Jensen lifted a shoulder, trying to seem nonchalant. “Yeah. That guy”.

You smirked, watching him carefully. “You stalking my Instagram, Ackles?”.

He scoffed. “Please. It just popped up”.

“Mhm. Right”.

He rolled his eyes, taking another drink. “So, what’s the deal with him?”.

You raised a brow. “You asking if I’m dating him?”.

Jensen didn’t look at you when he answered. “Just wondering”.

Something about the way he said it—casual, but not quite as detached as he wanted it to be—made you bite back a smile. “Nah”, you finally answered. “Miles is just a friend. Another singer I met in Tennessee. We played a couple gigs together, that’s all”.

Jensen nodded, staring into his glass like it was suddenly the most interesting thing in the room. “Figured”.

“Did you?”, you teased.

He shot you a look. “I was just curious”.

“Right”.

Silence stretched between you, but it wasn’t tense. If anything, there was something almost amusing about the way Jensen was so obviously trying not to make it a thing.

You let him sit in it for a moment before leaning in slightly. “Why?”.

His gaze flicked to yours. “Why what?”.

You smirked. “Why’d you ask?”.

He paused. Just for a second. Then, with a smirk of his own, he tipped his glass toward you. “Just making sure you don’t have terrible taste in men”, he said smoothly.

You laughed, shaking your head. “You’re ridiculous”.

Jensen grinned, but something in his expression was different. A little too satisfied with your answer, a little too relaxed now that he knew Miles was just a friend. And you? You noticed. You noticed everything.

The way he leaned back into the couch, shoulders looser than before. The way he took a slow sip of his whiskey, as if his interest in the conversation had suddenly vanished. The way his smirk almost covered up whatever had been sitting behind his curiosity. And you couldn’t resist.

Tilting your head slightly, you swirled your drink, letting your voice slip into something playful. “Besides”, you mused, pretending to be completely casual, “Miles is kinda too old for me anyway”.

Jensen froze for just a second. It was barely noticeable—the slight pause before he lifted his glass to his lips, the flicker of something in his eyes before he covered it up. But you caught it.

He took a sip, then raised an eyebrow. “Too old?”.

You shrugged. “Yeah. I mean, he’s thirty-five”.

Jensen’s jaw twitched. “Huh”.

You bit back a grin. Thirty-five. Ten years younger than Jensen. You had dropped it deliberately, just to see how he’d react. And damn, if it wasn’t entertaining as hell watching him try to play it cool.

Jensen set his drink down, stretching an arm over the back of the couch, his fingers drumming idly against the cushion. “So, what’s the cut-off then?”, he asked, voice perfectly neutral. “At what point is a guy too old?”.

You smirked, leaning into it. “Oh, I don’t know… thirty-seven? Maybe thirty-eight?”.

His fingers stilled. You nearly lost it right then and there. Jensen let out a slow breath, shaking his head. “You’re a little shit, you know that?”.

You grinned. “Just messing with you, Ackles”.

He huffed, grabbing his whiskey again. “Uh-huh”.

Silence fell again, but this time, it was charged. You could feel it crackling between you, humming in the air like a song waiting to be played.

Jensen rolled his shoulders, exhaling deeply. “You really think thirty-five is old?”.

You laughed. “Oh, now you wanna have this conversation?”.

“Just trying to understand your expert analysis on aging”, he deadpanned.

You smirked. “Okay, fine. Thirty-five isn’t old. But for me? It’s up there”.

He squinted at you, lips twitching. “Uh-huh. And yet, here you are. Writing songs with someone way past your so-called cut-off”.

You leaned back into the couch, sipping your whiskey slowly, pretending to consider his words. “Well”, you said, drawing it out, “dating someone and spending time with someone are two different things”.

Jensen’s lips twitched. “Oh yeah?”.

“Mhm”. You nodded, your tone casual—too casual. “I mean, just because you’re fun to hang out with doesn’t mean I’d date someone your age”.

His eyebrow twitched, but he didn’t take the bait immediately. Instead, he matched your energy perfectly. Jensen exhaled through his nose, taking another sip of his drink before speaking. “So let me get this straight”, he said smoothly. “I’m good enough to spend hours alone with—writing songs, late-night studio sessions, drinking whiskey, having deep conversations—but if I so much as took you on an actual date, that’d be crossing the line?”.

You bit back a grin. Oh, he was good. “Exactly”, you teased, watching him over the rim of your glass.

Jensen let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “Damn. That’s cold, sweetheart”.

You shrugged, all fake innocence. “Hey, I don’t make the rules”.

Jensen shifted, resting an arm on the back of the couch again, his body turning slightly toward you. “Yeah? Then what are the rules?”.

You tilted your head, pretending to think. “Well, for one, older guys are usually too… I don’t know, set in their ways. Less open to new experiences”.

Jensen laughed, full and deep. “That so?”.

“Mhm”, You smirked. “They just don’t have the stamina to keep up”.

Jensen’s grin sharpened instantly. And you knew the second you saw that look that you had just set yourself up for something. He took his time finishing his drink, setting the empty glass down before turning his full attention to you. Then, with a slow, deliberate smirk, he said, “Sweetheart, if there’s one thing I’m not lacking, it’s stamina”.

Your breath hitched. Just slightly. But Jensen noticed. You saw it in the way his smirk deepened, in the way his eyes flickered with something just beneath the surface.

Alright, fine. He wanted to play? Two could play.

You met his gaze, tapping your fingers lightly against your own glass. “Oh, I’m sure that’s what they all say”.

Jensen exhaled a short laugh, shaking his head. “That’s adorable”.

You feigned offense. “What?”.

“The fact that you think I’d be one of them”. His voice dipped slightly, lower, rougher. “Trust me, sweetheart, I don’t say shit I can’t back up”.

Your stomach flipped. Oh. Okay. You had been teasing him just for fun—but now? Now it was something else. Something thick in the air, settling between you like a slow-burning fire. You licked your lips, watching him carefully. “That so?”.

Jensen hummed, leaning back with that same infuriating smirk. “Mhm”.

You tilted your head, considering him. “Shame I’ll never know if that’s true”.

Jensen chuckled, shaking his head. “Yeah, real shame”.

He didn’t break eye contact. That damn smirk of his stayed right in place—relaxed, confident, like he had all the time in the world to see how far this would go.

And you? You weren’t about to be the first one to blink.

You leaned in slightly, resting your elbow on the back of the couch, letting your fingers lightly trace along the rim of your glass. “You know”, you mused, tilting your head just enough that the space between you shrunk, “for someone who doesn’t seem to care what I think… you sure are putting in a lot of effort right now”.

Jensen chuckled, low and deep. “Oh, this isn’t effort”.

You raised a brow. “No?”.

He shook his head, slow and deliberate. “Nope”. His gaze dropped—just for a second. Just long enough to flicker over your lips before meeting your eyes again. “Trust me, sweetheart. If I was putting in effort, you’d know”.

You reached out, letting your fingers drift over the fabric of his sleeve—barely touching, just enough to make him aware of it.

Jensen’s breathing slowed. But he didn’t move away. Your fingers trailed up—lazy, teasing—just the slightest brush of skin against skin as you traced along his forearm, barely skimming his wrist. “And what would effort look like, exactly?”, you asked, voice soft, curious.

Jensen hummed, tilting his head. “You really wanna know?”.

You smirked, your fingers still idly tracing patterns against his skin. “Enlighten me”.

Jensen’s free hand lifted—slowly, deliberately. He didn’t rush. Didn’t grab. Just let his fingers skim along the outside of your knee, featherlight.

And damn it, you felt that everywhere. Your stomach tightened, heat spreading through your limbs too easily, too quickly.

Jensen must have noticed because his smirk deepened just slightly. His thumb brushed once—just once—over your knee, casual as hell. “Effort”, he murmured, his voice just a little rougher, “would mean I’m actually trying”.

You swallowed, keeping your composure. Barely. “And this isn’t trying?”.

His fingers drifted higher—so, so slightly—just to the edge of your thigh. “Not even close”.

Your breath hitched, but you held his gaze, refusing to look away. “Good to know”, you said, voice steady, even as your pulse pounded.

Jensen chuckled again, low and knowing. “Mhm”.

The whiskey was doing its job. You could feel it. The warmth spreading, the way everything felt just a little looser, a little bolder. “You really think that’d be a shame?”, you murmured, tilting your head slightly, just enough to get closer.

Jensen let out a low chuckle, but there was something rougher beneath it now, something that wasn’t just playful anymore. “I think you already know the answer to that”.

His voice had dropped—lower, slower, that gravelly edge making your skin heat.

And hell if the whiskey wasn’t working overtime now.

Because you were leaning in just slightly, drawn in by that undeniable pull that had been sitting between you for weeks, growing stronger with every teasing remark, every late-night studio session, every damn second spent in each other’s space.

And Jensen? He wasn’t moving away. He was watching you, waiting, testing you in the same way you were testing him. His breath was warm against your lips, the scent of whiskey and something undeniably him making your head spin.

“You’re still holding back”. It wasn’t a question. It was an observation.

You swallowed, heart hammering. “And what if I am?”.

Jensen’s smirk didn’t falter, but his eyes darkened slightly.

“If you weren’t…”. His fingers traced up, barely skimming over your thigh, slow and teasing, his touch warm against your skin. “…we wouldn’t be talking right now”.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰

Part 3

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jeonsbabygirlsworld · 1 year ago

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SUMMARY: In which you teach your daughter a very important life lesson.

PAIRINGS: Husband Jungkook x wife reader

WORDCOUNT: 640

WARNINGS : Fluff fluff !!

A/N: A very small Drabble while you wait for other Fics in my Wip…… and @jungk97kwife to help me with this Drabble ❤️….. I hope you all will like this one 🩷 . Inspired from this .

Exhaling a sigh, you see a very giggly Na-Eun in front of you sitting in her pink teddy bear-shaped cushion chair with a small Sanrio plushy in her hand and some heart-shaped marshmallows, it's been a while since you have taught your girl a very needed life lesson, but your baby seems in a very naughty mood.

Trying again you deepen your voice and speak “If a strange man says, Na-Eun lets go eat cookies, what will you say?” Hoping her to say “no” a loud cheer of "I like it" resounds the Hall. “No baby, you have to say no!”You tell her again and she beeps out a loud “No”.

Giving her a kiss on her cheek of praise continuing you then ask her to return to the deep voice… “If he says, let's go eat ice cream, what will you say?”wanting her to say no she wiggles on her seat which makes you a giggling mess at her antics she says “Good”

Face-palming you tell your baby to say no and a cute NO resounds again, hopping she will get the next one correct you go ahead with the next question “What if a stranger asks, let's go swimming?”eager to hear her a loud “No” is heard.

High-fiving her you move on for the last round before you both practice, taking out your phone, you get her ready and start asking her the same questions again and she answers them correctly until when you tell her you are going to send it to her dad, messing on the last one you don't stop recording and think you will just type out her being camera shy at the end.

“Good! Tell him, go away”Again teaching her something new she follows perfectly behind you and tells her to make a “whuh,whuh”action which she ends up raising her hands and making a “shoo away” motion.

Jungkook on the other hand amid an important meeting, felt his phone vibrate. He glanced at the screen, and upon seeing your name, he excused himself. He held onto the message just to reply with a ‘👍’, hoping you’ll understand that he wasn’t able to check it out As soon as he was done with his meeting which stressed him out enough, he opened the video and the sight of his daughter on the screen immediately softened his expression. 'Maybe it was a great idea to leave the message for later’ he thinks in between himself as he admires the video, his heart-melting the second he senses her giggles.

He couldn’t help but feel full of pride, his little girl was growing up, learning important lessons, and handling them with such grace and confidence.

Of course, he was in awe of your patience too, something he was missing sometimes such as earlier during his meeting, and he felt a wave of appreciation for having such a wonderful companion in raising their child.

He quickly typed a response back, his fingers barely able to keep up with the rush of his thoughts. KOOK❤️: Cute, so proud of her . KOOK❤️: Doing an amazing job love ❤️ KOOK❤️: Don't teach her everything without me though.

He couldn’t help it, he shook his head in disapproval at himself, at the way he was feeling sarcastically jealous at the thought of you taking over the teaching. KOOK❤️: Can't wait to get home to you. And with that he’s back to his work, motivated again just because he wanted to leave this place as soon as possible and come back to his family; cause every decision he made, every effort he put into his exhausting work was for his family only. And knowing he’s got an amazing companion at home who’s making sure his princess is growing up healthy, made him realize that all his hard work was worth it.

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slaybaddietaytay · 2 months ago

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Paige Bueckers x Olympicskateboarder!girlfriend

Based on this request !!

(Trying my best on these to make the accurate!)

Photo 1: paige loves to find cool skate parks in the city’s she plays in for basketball and always take you to them if you come with her! (When you aren’t training for the Olympics)

Photo 2: your skater style definitely rubs off on paige and she loves it!

Photo 3: paige always sends you pictures of anything skateboard themed she sees!

Photo 4: more of Paige’s outfits inspired by you 🙂‍↔️

Photo 5: photos for your instagram dumps!

Photo 6: paige got you both matching skate board key chains!

Photo 7: paige wanted to recreate one of your fits!

Photo 8: paige sat front row at every single one of your games at the Olympics and was the first one to hug you after your win!

Photo 9: paige loves taking aesthetic pictures of your sport 🩷

Thank you for this request I hope you like it!

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luigilore · 2 months ago

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hey!! just stumbled upon your blog and i just wanted to send love to the offline anon cause I felt that deeply! i wanna be involved more in the world, think more, learn more etc etc. i can kinda see myself as the spontaneous anon, and the offline anon in one. but one thing about me is that i love to learn about anything, about people, about nature, about life. i am only 21 and i don’t have much with me. 😅

but can you imagine just listening to luigi about any topic, the way his deep eyes brighten, the crows feet crinkling so cute, and the lines of his face twisting while he explains excitedly about biology or nature, or a book he read. you guys are facing each other, knees touching and he’s motioning with his hands. the light is shining off his face in almost a cathartic way, and you can’t help but smile at his beautiful soul and intelligence. taking in every word and sentence he’s giving you, he will also ask your opinion and listen so attentively to you, not looking away and nodding to everything you’re saying. when you ask him a really good question, he does a little head tilt and raises his eyebrows in that sexy way of his. “baby, that’s a really good question.”

can you also imagine waking up in his arms in the morning with the sun shining on his handsome face? he’s so relaxed, the mole on his face squished into yours. he has his arms wrapped around yours like a koala snuggled into your back while you try and gently move his arms from your body.it’s 6:30am, and you’re wide awake. you don’t want to wake him up to go on a daily hike so you try (emphasis on try) and move out of his reach, but all he does is pull you back and trap your legs with his (even while asleep). you’re giggling at him quietly. when he turns the other way, that’s your opportunity to pop out the bed and write him a note of where you’re going and when you’ll be back. you’re halfway through the door when you hear, “baby! are you going on a hike? lemme join you.” 🥹

HELLO!!! <333 hi lovely!! yesss sm love to 🤯 anon changing lives with offline!reader... and yes i totally get it what you mean! i really want to be more present in my life in general and ik other ppl have mentioned this but luigi really did inspire me to get back into reading and also just embracing being authentically and earnestly interested in things??!! earnesty is so sexy🩷

omg the detail here im going crazy ugh thank youuuu… you guys could literally talk about anything and you do lol like it's so easy to just talk for hoursss and luigi would be so cute when he’s excited about something he’s passionate about... like he’s always animated but it goes crazy when he’s excited !!! it’s late at night you’re alone and feel like maybe the only two people ever... maybe you're at the beach and it's late at night, feet in the cool sand he’s explaining something about science or the book you’re reading together. (btw obsessed with the idea of you guys sharing books passing them back and forth and by the end of it your books are annotated by both of u🥺) omg and he would be sooo attentive when you're talking, staring at you with the softest, most endeared smile that it makes you automatically flush when you meet his eyes... after u finish he'd just randomly be like “god, i love your voice” UH

STOPPP... your limbs are still tangled together, still in the same position you fell asleep in last night, his arm is wrapped around your waist and face settled in the crook of the neck. the sun is barely starting to rise and you feel his steady breathe on your bare shoulder... omg you try to wiggle very carefully out of his arms and he just snuggles up right next to you and pulls you in even closer and throwing a leg over yours... when you're finally about to leave he's loudly stumbling out of the bedroom with a messy bed head and rubbing his bleary eyes, muttering ‘give me five minutes’ (and he really does only need five minutes lol) so u oblige <3

#asks #luigi mangione x reader

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bigchallenger · 3 months ago

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headcanons of reader dating art and pat. how that works!! i saw another blog make it and i loved!! preferably stanford era. rebellious type era. also maybe do them meeting the parents as a poly. kinda cute but awkward? idk, up to u!!! thanks 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

✎ artrick x reader!

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ LOVE THIS. got a little long i fear. creds to whoever inspired anon to send this ask :) send more requests!!

the story of how the three of you got together is actually quite interesting. you were attending stanford just like art, and you were in charge of photographing sports events for some extra cash on the side. art immediately caught your eye, and you caught his. half the photos you got from tennis events (practices and games and the like) were unusable because they were just of art. despite the eye flirting, you'd never actually spoken before. at least, not until a man with curly black hair took notice of you and art's mutual interest and just had to take charge.

patrick struck up a conversation, got to know you pretty well, and decided you were perfect. he and art were in an unspoken relationship, but if they were going to have a third it'd be you. he befriended you, and you subsequently befriended art, and it was kind of a downwards spiral from there. it was hard to navigate at first, but you all eventually got the hang of it.

patrick's often busy with his tour, but you and art are pretty much always together and texting or skyping him. he doesn't like to be so far away and you and art don't like missing him. sometimes he picks up a little postcard if he's in a particularly neat area and sends it over because he knows you like to scrapbook/journal with them. does he have a lot of money to spare? not really. is the 50 cents worth it for you? yes.

while pat's gone, you and art do the things patrick lacks the patience for-- stuff like museum dates or walks around the park. art holds your hand everywhere you go.

when pat is around, the three of you are absolutely inseparable. artrick teach you how to play tennis so you can play with them, and sometimes you end up playing all day. when you're all tired out, you order some crappy food and pile into art's bed for a cuddle and pig-out session. you and pat always end up laying on art, with your head on his stomach and pat's on his chest. patrick's hand usually reaches up to toy with art's hair, and art's hands reach down to play with yours.

as for the parents...

patrick isn't really in contact with his anymore. they didn't approve of him going pro right out of MRTA, and he decided he didn't need their approval on anything. he was an adult now, whether he acted like one or not. if they knew they'd, probably flip. art's parents don't like it all that much. they're kinda traditional, so this while throuple thing kinda gave them both an aneurysm when they first heard it. your parents? they don't really understand. not in a hateful way, they just straight up don't get it. how is it possible to have two boyfriends? either way, you're happy so they're happy.

#art donaldson #challengers #challengers movie #art donaldson x reader #challengers fic #art donaldson x patrick zweig #patrick zweig #patrick zweig x reader #mike faist #josh o connor #bigchallenger #bigchallenger ask

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baileypie-writes · 1 year ago

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💕🩷hello ! I wanted to ask if you could possibly do more velvet and venner with a younger sibling?

Ok so how will velvet and venner react to their younger sibling (who was born with actual talent of singing) being use by another famous singer just as they use the trolls to become famous, like, the singer is stealing the younger sibling's talent to have a beautiful voice and keep getting famous and the younger sibling is becoming pale and weak (just as Floyd was) and maybe velvet and venner getting along with the trolls to save their younger sibling.

Hope you could understand, sorry if I'm sending this in the wrong time. Take your time and hope you could do it, if not then it's completely ok!

A/N ~ Omg, I love this idea! I decided to make this into multiple parts, since one would be too long. Part 2 should be out pretty soon. Hope you enjoy!

~I Want to Break Free~

Velvet and Veneer + Younger Sibling!Reader

Part 2 here!

Fandom: Trolls 3: Band Together

Relationship: Familial

Synopsis: Velvet and Veneer find out that your talent is being stolen by a famous singer. So they team up with the trolls to save their little sibling.

Warnings: Reader being tortured(not detailed/graphic), cringe

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Veneer noticed it first. You were pale, and seemed weaker. He told Velvet, and both were concerned. Of course they asked you what was wrong, but you just claimed that you were tired.

This wasn’t exactly a lie. You were very tired. But the reason why is what you couldn’t tell your siblings.

You were born with a natural singing talent, unlike Velvet and Veneer. You always viewed this skill as a blessing. But for the past week, you wish you didn’t have it.

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It all started when you posted a video of yourself singing a song by your favorite artist, Lemon Pop, on the internet. You went viral, and even got noticed by her. You were lucky enough to meet her in real life, and you even thought you became friends. Unfortunately, you were very wrong.

Lemon Pop was a fraud, just like your siblings were. She was inspired by how they stole the talent of trolls, and wanted to do the same. But after using a troll, she decided that it wasn’t enough for her. So after she saw your video, she knew immediately that she wanted your talent. She lured you in with her friendly facade, and when she finally had you close, she let her real personality shine. She’s a rude, manipulative and straight up abusive person. Way worse than how Velvet was in her glory days.

She forces you to attend all her performances, and stealing your talent before going on stage. She always threatens to ruin your life if you refuse or tell anyone. So not knowing what else to do, you play the role as her friend.

It’s so painful when everyone calls you lucky. You’d think that being best friends with a pop star would be the greatest thing in the world. But after feeling your talent leave your body in a painful, exhausting process for what felt like the millionth time, you wish you’d never posted that video of you singing.

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“Where’s (name)?” Veneer asked.

“They’re with that ‘Lemon Pop’ girl again.” Velvet responded. Almost like that summoned her, the channel that was playing on the TV started mentioning her.

“Once again, Lemon Pop’s song is at the top of the music charts!” The announcer stated. It went on to show a clip of Lemon Pop receiving an award. You were there in the background, but anyone who knew you could tell that you were not well.

“Did (name) dye their hair?” Veneer asked.

“Uh, I don’t think so. Why?” Velvet responded.

“Because there’s some white in it.”

Velvet turned to the TV, and saw that he was correct. But your hair wasn’t the only odd thing about you. You looked exhausted, way worse than you seemed before. And for some reason, you were wearing long sleeves, long pants and gloves. It was warm in Mount Rageous, so your outfit was strange. Even more so, because you were visibly sweating a lot.

Before Velvet and Veneer could question your state to each other, loud knocking could be heard from outside their window, followed by a familiar voice.

“Velvet! Veneer! It’s us, Brozone!”

They thought they’d never see those faces again. It was the trolls. The ones that ruined their careers, and sent them to prison. They were banging on the window frantically.

Velvet stomped over to them. “What the hell are you doing here? Come to ruin our lives again?” She spat.

“Ah, Velvet. That was our fault. We tortured some of them, remember?” Veneer placed a hand on her shoulder, attempting to calm her down.

“I know I remember…” Floyd mumbled.

“Whatever! What do you want?” Velvet slapped her brother’s hand away.

A small, weak troll suddenly emerged from the group. Their hands and feet were sparkly and transparent, and they had a large ponytail of previously red hair, which was now mostly white. “It’s about your sibling, (name).”

Velvet and Veneer’s eyes softened, and their expressions changed to ones of worry. “What about them?” Asked Velvet, defensively.

“What you did to Floyd… they’re going through the same thing.” The troll said.

The twins looked at each other, then back at them. “What? What do you mean? Who even are you?” Velvet snapped.

The troll sighed. “I’m Rosetta. I used to be Lemon Pop’s prisoner. She stole my singing talent, just like you did to Floyd. But I wasn’t enough for her. So she tricked (name) into becoming friends, so she could steal their’s instead. I got Brozone to help me find you, and get you to help them.”

Velvet and Veneer were speechless. They looked back at the TV. You were still visible in the background. Now your appearance made sense. They looked at Lemon Pop, smiling and waving to all their fans. And even though they did the same thing she was doing, they couldn’t help but be pissed. You were their sibling, and she was torturing you.

They turned back to Rosetta, pure rage clear on their faces.

“Let’s go save them.”

(To be continued…)

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~~baileypie-writes

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corrodedcoffins-blog · 1 year ago

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OK BUT SPENCER'S AND BAU TEAM REACTION TO TTPD????

spencer reid x famous!reader

warnings: miscarriage (will put a warning before and after), im basing most of the mention/emotions of miscarriages with my experience with my sister who has gone through a couple while she was trying for a baby as well as research i did, mention of weed

note: this has taken a while to write cause i wanted to interpret the songs on my own time before applying then to the au, so i hope it was worth the wait!

this quickly became my analysis of the songs (in the context of the au) rather than the bau's reactions

feel free to send a message to my inbox about what you think their reactions would be/fav songs i love hearing about that stuff from y'all 🩷

Fortnight (ft. Post Malone)

I don't picture this song to be about Spencer. I see it as more fictional in the way folklore and evermore were more fictional inspired by different things that have happened in her life. Also I feel like Emily likes Post Malone so she was excited for this song, and Penny love the ai fortnight but love the real fortnight better.

Spencer is always worried when a sadder song comes out that it's about him, but reader always reassures him that it's not and that she loves him.

The Tortured Poets Department

THIS SONG IS SO SPENCER REID CODED. "you're in self-sabotage mode" !!!!

I feel like this is Rossi's fav off the album 🤷‍♀️

I said this in an ask a while ago but sometime in 2020, maybe 2021, they had a sort of break and this song was written during that time for sure.

"but you told Penny you'd kill if I ever leave, and I said that to Jack about you so I felt seen, everyone we know why it's meant to be, cause we're... crazy" I feel like this line really explains the break they were on. Like they were so co-dependant and loved each other so much that it was the problem. Everyone knows they're meant for each other but they still get in their own way, Spencer with not wanting to get married when reader did, and reader not wanting Spencer to spend so much time with work. And they just weren't thinking of the same things at that time.

My Boy Only Breaks His Favourite Toys

"He saw forever so he smashed it up" reminds me of "i wouldn't marry me either" but in 'you're losing me' she's blaming herself for the break whereas in this song she realized that it was Spencer and his commitment issues. Which always makes me think of the line "I'll tell you that he runs because he loves me" which can be seen as a really sad line but I think in this instance it's that she wants to accept him for all his faults, he's going to run sometimes when he gets scared but he always comes back, and they're working on that.

"Once i fix me, he's gonna mix me" reminds me very much like 'you're losing me'

"Stole my tortured heart, felt all these broken parts, told me I'm better off... but I'm not" do I have to say commitment issues and self-sabotage again?

Down Bad

Emily loves this song. She loves the vibes, she loves the lyrics, just everything.

In my eyes, it's about Spencer. Reminds me of "told me I'm better off... but I'm not."

So Long, London

Penelope's favourite part of the album is the opening of this song, first time hearing it she said it sounded like wedding bells.

In Virginia there's a town called New London thats 2hrs from Quantico... It's meant to be.

"Pulled him in tighter each time he was drifting away" you guys gonna make me say commitment issues every time?

She's clearly talking about her side of when they both weren't communicating and how he hurt her when he couldn't commit.

She really thought it was over when she wrote this.

But Daddy I Love Him

The shock in that room when she said "I'm having his babies!"... Derek found it hilarious, the girls were having a heart attack.

I think she's not not writing about Spencer in this song. Idk how else to explain, like it's kinda about backlash from every time she gets in a relationship no matter with who, which happened with Spencer so she's talking about that but not that exclusively. Does that make sense?

Fresh Out The Slammer

I think this song is about getting out of a relationship and now you're free to be with someone else who you've had your eye on. This song was written so long ago it's basically a rep vault track. In this au when reader and Spencer met reader was with Tom (i think??) but still gave Spencer her number and called him after she broke up with Tom, and that was the birth of this song.

Florida!!! (ft. Florence + The Machine)

Written about the idea of getting away, taking a break from life, while her and Spencer were on their break. She needed a break, all her friends were either single and smell like weed or they had kids and she wanted kids, but Spencer wasn't ready, so she had to get away from what reminded her of him.

Guilty as Sin?

"What if he's written 'mine' on my upper thigh only in my mind" she's imagining what it would be like if they got back together.

Is the second half of this song when she says "they're gonna crucify me anyway,,, i choose you and me, religiously.." And the song sounds like it ended but they she comes back in with the chorus, cause she thought it was over but now they're back better than ever.

"One slip falling into a hedge maze" a labyrinth is a hedge maze, because she fell back in love.

The last "Am I allowed to cry" is almost like can I cry from relieve? Relieve that it worked.

Who's Afraid Of Little Old Me?

This song is Spencer Reid coded.

Derek and Emily love badass-ery of this song. Pen loves the production "I love the production of this song!" "I'll pass that along to Jack."

Spencer just can't help but tell her he loves and is proud of her after hearing it.

I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can)

This is about a past relationship, no way can I see this to be about Spencer.

I feel like JJ really likes this song.

loml

This song was written, probably not too long after 'you're losing me' when they had that break and she was in the depression stage. She wrote this when she thought she lost him, she thought she did all she could and still lost him.

I Can Do It With A Broken Heart

warning!!!miscarriage

I had written down the idea of them having miscarriage in my notes app a couple weeks or maybe even a month before the album, cause of the song 'bigger than the whole sky' and when I heard this song with this in mind it broke my heart, that I knew I had to do it.

I'm thinking they were trying for a while and having lots of trouble, then stopped when the tour idea was falling in place, but she ended up miscarrying during the practice for the tour while not knowing she was pregnant. Likely she didn't know because she was on birth control and because she was working so hard and so busy with Midnights and the tour.

So with all the trouble they were having trying to get pregnant, Spencer was grieving in his own way, sadly it hurt reader a lot. He was angry, he probably said things he didn't mean, they were both feeling so much sadness and anger and they couldn't handle it. I think at this time, they were still going to bed every night together, but it was off and they no longer spent time together. Spencer needed the time to himself, when all reader needed was time with him (want to be clear no one is in the wrong in this situation, it's just a fucking bad situation)

"He said he'd love me all his life, but that life was too short" has two meaning (they were having a boy)

"I can hold my breath, I've been doing it since he left. I keep finding his things in drawers, crucial evidence I didn't imagine the whole time, I'm sure I can pass this test." 😭 Like referring to her baby, and since they'd been trying before they had a couple baby things like clothes that she couldn't stop herself from getting in hopes 😭😭😭

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The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived

Every verse I see as being about a different relationship. Working on re-records it's bring up old feelings and I think she just collectively put all the feelings into this song.

Spencer was beyond scared it was about him, he was already apologizing for making her feel that way before she could tell him it's not about him.

The Alchemy

This idea I have is so silly, that I think it works???

Spencer once said off-handedly that his job was kinda like football, it was strategy, and you failed a lot but sometimes things just fell into place like a puzzle. And reader ran with that idea, like she couldn't sleep that bight and just had the silly thought of Spencer, her Spencer, playing football and wrote this. Little off topic but I also think this about 'Miss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince' lol

Clara Bow

The self-name drop. The team's jaws were on the floor, their eyes were wide. When Pen realizes she's like "DID YOU JUST DAY YOUR OWN NAME??!?"

The Black Dog

Maybe like the team was seeing how Spencer was down recently and brought him out to a bar after work.

And Spencer didn't 'forget' to turn off his location he never did because he still had the hope that the relationship wasn't over, that this was just a rough patch.

imgonnagetyouback

Spoiler alert: she got him back.

Because no matter how much they hurt each other they're in love. And it reminds me of a boygenius lyric "You could absolutely break my heart, that's how I know that we're in love." that lyric in bodies them.

The Albatross

This is like a sister song to 'peace'

This song to me is obviously about the narrative that she's the problem. She's the one destroying all her relationships.

And she's telling Spencer in this song "I've been through this before, it doesn't matter."

Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus

This song is her thinking about them seeing other people. Her imagining him with other people, how much that hurts.

And around 2020-2021 maybe there were rumours about her seeing some athlete or something cause of 'And you saw my bones out with somebody new, who seemed like he would've bullied you in school'

And maybe not the entire song is about him (that's me trying to make him sound better) I see it as mostly her thinking off some what-ifs.

I think they both caused each other a lot of pain, but their love out-ways that completely.

How Did It End?

Written the same night as the Black Dog and she's thinking about what Spencer tells the team.

I see the fact she says 'it's happening again' instead of 'it's happened again' tells us that this is not a sure thing, she's thinking about what people will think if it does end.

So High School

What if it's just a lover vault track lol.

I Hate It Here

I think Penny really likes this song.

It's definitely written in the state of mind of the prophecy, that she's just not meant to be loved but she wants to so badly. So she escapes into her mind which I picture is folklore/evermore.

thanK you aIMee

They love the petty vibes, probably was Penny that first showed or sent a TikTok of North listening to reader's music and was like "girl, you see this yet?"

I Look in People's Windows

In this au I see this as a folklore or evermore vault track.

The Prophecy

Very similar to 'how did it end' and 'i hate it here'

Cassandra

Again it's very similar to 'mad women' so maybe she chose which one to put on folklore and put the other on this album.

Peter

I think she wrote this as a break up song, with a lot of metaphors but what sticks out to me is in the bridge.

"Cause loves never lost when perspective is earned, and you said you'd come and get me but you were 25,,,forgive me peter please know that i tried to hold on to the days that you were mine."

Spencer was 25 in this au when they met and it's so perfect and sad and I love it.

The Bolter

In this au the 'She' in this song is reader.

Robin

I feel boring by saying I think it's another track written in the fictional world of folklore and evermore, but for the au that's what I think!

The Manuscript

In the directors on directors interview she called the All too well short film script 'the manuscript' that's all the evidence I need.

Spencer encouraged her to write this song, because he saw all the emotions she was dealing with while writing/directing the short film.

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