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vampiretendencies · 2 years

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fiending for something, might just be a meaning

summary; jj’s earned the Godforsaken punishment.

warnings; angst, some fluff, reader questions a lot

pairing; jj maybank x fem!reader

a/n; requests are open & guidelines are posted, gif and divider creds to owner. proofread, but may have mistakes.

“she’s just been pissing me off lately more than usual!”

jj’s prominent raspy voice echoed unknowingly. a billowed porch adorning the whole of the apartment. an apartment that both you and jj intermediately held in the palms of your hands. you keeping one job and jj getting hired and fired by multiple— but still … you made it here nonetheless. savings bursted through all for this.

a two bedroom, one bathroom apartment. creme-colored walls, resembling that of softness. hard wood floors, perfectly polished and swept cleanly. jj known living off of john b wasn’t ideal for the rest of his life, nor did he really have a place to call home.

determination striked jj at an alarming rate he was determined to prove to you that he could do this—that he would take part in purchasing his own apartment. with the one and only person he’d even remotely think of sharing it with. he was determined to give light to you desires— the exact moment you’d both turned eighteen, dating two years checked off, getting you own place together was practically in the cards.

just the thought of, having you whenever, wherever, however he wanted you.

what his girl wants, she gets.

you were aware that you had him wrapped around your finger, which is why it was bombarding you thoughts.

why were you pissing him off?

what could you possibly have done?

you’d been sat in the open space that would be living room, legs spread enough for the large box to fit between them. a cardboard box filled to the brim with decorations that were yours, that’s your take the time out to purchase. wether it be online or in store, you made positive that this home would be something memorable.

you were both so fucking proud.

and didn’t care who knew it.

so why is jj complaining to pope and john b right now?

he had to be much more small minded than you’d thought or he just simply didn’t care that you were overhearing him speak ill of you. there wasn’t much to the apartment now, an air mattress in the living room and only small items for separate rooms— what fit in your car really. because the moving truck with nearly all thrifted furniture would arrive later in the week. a box for the kitchen with utensils, a box for the bathroom with necessities, and same for the bedroom only decorations.

seemingly so, you are doing all the work. you’d pulled the boxes out of your car, yourself. sorted through things, yourself. jj simply toured john b and pope around the apartment, boasting and what not. and for the past hour they have been outside fucking around like children. so no you weren’t pleased at first with jj’s actions, but your elation for your first home helped it subside.

but now you are searing with frustration.

that smug fucker knew exactly what he was doing, letting you do all the heavy lifting and prancing around without a care in the world.

you’d wanted to share the joy of your first home with him and sulk in it, rather than feeling ignored, used and thrown to the side.

and he the nerve to say you pissed him off.

the walls are thin and the porch is connected directly the living room past the screen door, so there’s no way he couldn’t have known you heard that. no way.

“that’s just how she’s been lately man, i don’t know,” john b wisely chimes in.

“every time i ask her something she snaps.”

jj continues, and then you begin to simmer with the fact that maybe he’s talking about another she or her. but there is no other she/her that’s annoyed him enough to tell john b or pope about it, you just couldn’t resonate as to who jj could be talking about. you’d decided that he was gossiping about you, putting two and two together it was the only thing that made logical sense to you. making you doubt that maybe this isn’t what jj wanted, maybe you moved to fast.

either way, if jj wanted to brush past you.

you were going to do the same.

shortly after, you assumed they were tired of hearing jj’s complaints with a mix of mosquitos attacking them. it is then that you hear jj say “it’s our first night apart jb, don’t cry though i’m a phone call away.”

it is then that jj earns a playful smack to the back of his head. hand on the door handle presuming that he was caught up in there dismissal, inches away from entering the apartment.

“i’m a phone call away,” you mocked under your breath. echoes of hearing bye y/n in the distance. john b and pope knew you could hear well enough to say goodbye, how couldn’t jj?

sheer stupidity you’d thought.

were you jumping to conclusions?

did you miss something?

kie hasn’t been around enough lately for him to be conversing of her?

little did you know he was talking about kie, jj had been going on about her since she got a new boyfriend and the pogues as a whole haven’t seen her enough lately.

so what then ?

your thoughts are interrupted by the crouching of jj in front of you, whilst you continued to peer down a particular piece decor. a photo, you were cradled into jj’s lap— he pretended to lick your beeming cheek, and you pretended to push him away as if you didn’t like it, though he actually did end up licking you. you sneered at it, eyes glazing over at your boyfriends insensitive comments.

“baby!”

jj had yearned for you the third time, he’s on the floor now- feet pressing against yours whilst he sat, leg length to fit the box between you two. mirroring your stature. his head it tilted, try to read your movements— all you can muster is a glare towards jj.

intending on keeping your problems only, between the two of you. only.

what game is jj playing? was it that he wanted a place, and then waiting for the right moment to cut you loose?

“hm.”

you hummed, not willing to utter words. as the silent treatment is looming over him.

“alright, what’s the matter, you got that mean stare going on .. and it’s kinda hot i’m not complaining but ..” he trails off, hoping you would interject— performing hand gestures of surrender and all.

jj despised silence, and right now it’s thick and sauntering, he feels like he’s going to croak right here and now if you don’t say something. he sensed the change in your attitude the moment you didn’t greet him, in your usual cheeriness. the glint in your eye is gone, shoulders hanging low, lips pursed.

where did his baby go ?

jj longed to hear your saccharine voice. how your tongue would roll any time you talked, sometimes he thought you did it purposely just to have him aching uncontrollably for you. it was heaven sent, angelic and blissful, but it’s gone. and he’s desiring to hear the sensation. the way it rings beyond his ears and settles the entirety of his body.

“if i don’t know what’s wrong, i can’t help you baby.”

his manner was sweet, just above a whisper. living is not without you, so what would a world be living with his girl, if he could not live.

“then don’t”

you bite back, you’d normally feel guilty for even saying the slightest tragic word to jj. but you can’t help it, he’d said you pissed him off. so now you were going to give him a real reason to be pissed off. and since you were snappy in his eyes, you guaranteed to show him snappy. insulting you and then leaving the mess for you clean up. leaning your weight onto your hand, you aimlessly throw the picture frame back into the box, trailing to the sheet clad air mattress.

jj’s mouth ran dry, ashamed that he’s absolutely fucking clueless as to what he’s done this time. he ran the entire day through his head and couldn’t think of one thing he’d done wrong. he’d always been unfamiliar with how to deal with your moods, because he’s only known anger and fighting. and he’d be damned if he’d react that way with you.

he decided to let you have it.

maybe what you feel is valid, maybe not, but he knew better than to prod.

you’d wish there’d been a sofa here already, jj would be in for a sore back and no sleep tonight.

you aren’t that harsh .. maybe.

his lover, feet away, left him dumbfounded. he constantly avoided fights, and the fact that one has crept it’s way in he’s struggling to keep composure. falling to pieces at the seams.

besides the fact that’s it’s 8 pm, eternally meaning that you wanted nothing to do with jj. and he was aware of that simply removing your biker shorts that framed your figure so tastefully. you felt his eyes burning a hole in your back, whilst you crawled under the small throw blanket, facing the wall— knowing full well it wouldn’t be enough to keep you warm all night.

you should’ve just talked to him and all of this could’ve be solved … but you’d decided to be stubborn due to the running of jj’s mouth and the zero progress that was made in unpacking today.

his face was long, and there was a soft jut to his lip beginning to form. he followed you. a lost dog.

he didn’t even want to shower, because he could not bare it. he just needed to fucking touch you, he wanted your hands wandering his flesh as it would.

but he knows that you won’t.

he knows you.

jj has officially earned the damned silent treatment.

his holed up—green cargo shorts fall past his feet. sleeveless shirt thrown over his shoulder, landing God knows where. but what jj knew is that he was going to make certain that you speak to him. black boxers hugging his waste deliciously, he climbs in hoping for a miracle.

for all about five minutes jj keeps his distance, his side firm against the air mattress. your eyes are wide open— aligning the crème colored paint. though you aren’t facing him, you imagine the messiness of his blonde tousled locks and the sorrow in his crystal like eyes. jawline firm in distaste jj enters the flaming fire.

sneakily wondering his hand to your side, grasping it with besot and cravings. he squeezes it once to let you know he’s here and he squeezes it twice to let you know he needs you.

and you let him because you needed it too.

but you couldn’t accept it.

not after today.

you swat his hand away beneath the throw blanket, he wallowed in his last few touches as he slid his fingertips down your back.

the skin so velvet to the touch, tender and his.

it was his.

so he was defeated that he couldn’t have it.

“baby please, m’not gonna be able to sleep.”

he adjured, thirsting to even just kiss your hair.

but you never answered, and jj never slept.

spices of cinnamon filled your airway, your groggy mind pleased with the scent.

jj had something in mind to when you over, but not breakfast exactly. he was humming, a tune of pleasure playing from the speakers of his slim black iphone. jj walked to the closest store, mind racing pondering of all the possibilities of what would happen when he arrived home.

if you acted like that yesterday, who knows what he’ll get today.

the closest he’d gotten to you last night was an elbow in the rib cage, he’d hoped it was because of you being a restless sleeper and not that you were dreaming of mangling him in your sleep.

it took him all night to come up with his master plan, that you’d soon see.

the anthem grew louder and so did jj’s singing, a lyric of something about … “i don’t even mind sharing oxygen, i just wanna get lost inside your lungs”

rays of the sun burning furiously, blinds really need to be implicated immediately.

jj purposefully cut onion for an ‘omelet’, on a paper plate—the past week of fast food, the paper plates were a must.

jj didn’t know how to make a fucking omelet and the cinnamon roles were prepackaged … obviously, it’s jj.

but he has a plan.

he side eyed your figure, standing from the air mattress, after neatly folding the throw blanket back in its place. spaghetti strap showing him all of what he pleaded to see but couldn’t have. panties pulled aimlessly to your waist, and he had to muster the courage to control himself.

“good morning! my pretty girl! m’making you breakfast!”

jj echoes but you proceed to stick to not answering. trailed to the bathroom where yours and jj’s tooth brush accompanied one another on the granite counter top. mint tooth paste beside it. you load the tooth brush, suds covering your mouth as you continue to hear the cycle of jj’s broad voice.

but then a “ow! son of bitch!”

jj saunter, implicating a image of hurt as he leaned his head to the cabinets, unwilling to face the embrace that was definite to come. you spit out the therabreath that was once swooshing around in you mouth, turning the corner of the bathroom, and making a b-line towards the kitchen.

was he hurt ?

pain was perpetually something that you always tried to prevent jj from.

thought you haven’t done a willingly decent job, he deserved the scolding silence in your opinion.

but not now.

not when he’s like this.

“c’mere j! let me see it!”

your eyebrows knit together, whilst you battened with him to see his hand. yanking and pulling him towards the sink to get cool water on the possible cut.

kitchen knives and jj were not a match.

thankfully though the cinnamon rolls were merely one third into its cooking session, those would not burn, so to speak. and clip slovenly clasped your hair, spun around delightfully. he inspected you closely, praising that you were in arms length.

your hands hooked around jj’s wrist, his heart thumping with each movement.

God, his deep devotion for you grew by the second.

he releases his hand to you after constant pulling, and your eyes are met with nothing. absolutely nothing, not a cut, not a scratch, not even a scuff. nails long and trimmed and bits of his skin of the sides that he’d bitten the last time he was away from you for two days.

“you ass! you lied!”

a shit eating grin is plastered onto jj’s features, whilst you bore at him with you eyes in disbelief but also eminently surprised that he came up with that on his own. you still had reason to be fuming, but as night passed you faltered.

and even through the stubbornness, you still longed for jj.

he quickly throws his arms around you from behind, trapping you.

because even in an empty apartment you two were somehow still going to be conjoined.

“sure did baby, had to hear your voice.”

“well this is the last time you’re hearing it … bastard!”

“i still got you to talk to me.”

and at that you heart drowned pitifully, you went to bed irate over something that could’ve been resolved.

you huff at the truth spinning on your feet to face jj, he’d then caged you in against the coolness of the marble patterned kitchen counter. he mindlessly taunted you with his plump lips, despite yesterday. you still urged to feel him beneath your fingertips, to engrave in your mind that he was fine. you poked at his arms, squeezing about. until you were bellowing forward. slowly enfolding your mouth with his, and to much his dismay he obliged. hands settling about the small of your back, thumb circling just eager to taste you.

gotta stick with this plan more often, he thought

“fuck.”

jj mumbled, mouth roaming and moving angrily with yours.

“i fucking love you, baby”

he pressed into the kiss, he needed you to digest those words, taste them, feel them in your bones, make your knees crumble beneath you. trying to keep up with your pace he pushed you flush against him, wrestling with your mouth speedily.

“now do you want to know why you earned the silent treatment?”

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rkvriki · 2 years

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— acts of intimacy with enhypen

hello everyone! i was working on a request but i was out of inspo so i dicided to finish this that had been in my drafts for so long

make sure to leave feedback! my requests are open and so is my inbox so let's talk!

WARNINGS ! mentions of being sad; might contain grammar errors, i think that's all.

word count: 1.3k

LEE HEESEUNG !

— cuddling

the simple act of snuggling with your partner that brings so much warmth, comfort and safety.

heeseung loves cuddling you in any kind of way.

he loves sleeping through the whole morning until he needs to actually get out of the bed and so you are always the first to wake.

you try to wake him up but to no avail. he always asks for five more minutes that turn in at least two more hours and goes back to sleep but not after pushing you against his chest to cuddle you.

he also loves cuddling when you are watching a movie or whatever in the living room.

when this is the case he loves having you sit between his legs with your back to his chest.

or he likes when he’s fully laying down and you lay on top of him.

it doesn’t matter how or where and when you are doing it, both of you love the intimacy cuddling brings you two.

when he is feeling down he always asks you to be the big spoon or to lay on your chest and you two just lay like that for as long as he needs to feel better.

PARK JONGSEONG !

— cooking together

as you can imagine, jay does most of the ugly work like the actual cooking while you do things like measuring and putting the ingredients together.

it is such a fun activity and at the same time so intimate.

jay is a great cook while you are not so bad yourself but not as good as him, so he is more than happy to teach you how to cook a meal without making a big mess and burn the house down.

you get butterflies when jay hugs you from behind and guides your hands to cut veggies or anything else.

also you find jay so cute when he cooks, you like that when he focuses his lips form a pout and you can’t help but peck him leaving him surprised.

when you plating the food, you always make an effort to decorate it and make it look pretty.

in all honesty, you two do a great job at cooking despite always joking around while doing so.

jay finds the face you make when you taste the food so cute, your eyes always widen and the savory taste of the meal you both prepared together with so much love.

SIM JAEYUN !

— kissing

you can’t tell me jake doesn’t have the most kissable lips, the pout is just so smoochable.

a kiss can express so many emotions and say so many things that can’t be said out loud and jake values that a lot.

jake adores kissing your lips so much, they just fit so perfectly with his, like two puzzle pieces coming together.

jake loves kissing you when he greets you, feeling you smile through the kiss.

jake loves kissing you when he’s leaving for tour, letting his lips linger a little longer than usual, feeling the salty flavor from the tears that you let out.

jakes loves waking you up with kisses all over, seeing your nose scrunch at the ticklish feeling.

jake loves kissing your tears when you cry while holding your face and rubbing his thumbs on your cheeks.

jake loves kissing you when you’ve accomplished something and you tell him the good news.

he just loves how they bring such a strong connection to your relationship, kissing makes him feel so close to you.

sometimes when the words fail to leave his mouth, he just loves silently telling you he loves you with a strong, deep kiss.

PARK SUNGHOON !

— holding hands

to me it’s just so obvious that he loves to hold hands and i don’t have a valid reason.

sunghoon thinks that holding hands can be a strong display of affection.

he also thinks that sometimes when words can’t come out of his mouth his hands will tell you quiet things.

he loves to hold you in a hug and slowly reach for your hand, holding it on his own and giving it a gentle squeeze in a way to say i love you.

and he does that multiple times when he is too shy to say out loud.

he loves feeling your soft hands in his harsher ones, something that makes you scold him for not moisturizing them.

you always carry hand cream and sometimes you take some and rub it in his hands massaging them softly. he tells you he hates it but deep down he loves it when you do it, because he is a babygirl who loves being taken care of.

he will take any chance to hold your hand, especially when you are out, since he is not much of a pda lover, he will hold your hand, softly rubbing his thumb in the back of your hand.

KIM SUNOO !

— sharing secrets

sunoo just looks so trustable with secrets, he will not tell a soul.

besides being your boyfriend, sunoo is your best friend and you guys confide everything to each other.

communication is the key in a relationship and it has never been a problem in yours, since sunoo always made you comfortable to talk to him and tell him all your worries and secrets.

both of you think that sharing your secrets and your deepest thoughts can create a strong bond of trust and intimacy.

sunoo will have you sitting in his bed with blankets wrapped around both of you in the dark as you both tell each other secrets and share your worries.

this makes you both so comfortable around each other, to the point almost nothing will be embarrassing because you already shared the most embarrassing things you’ve done with him.

also he lives to hear you talk about your worries, he will be listening so attentively and will know what to say and when to say it.

YANG JUNGWON !

— spending quality time

jungwon loves to do fun things and anytime he is available he will take that as an opportunity to have fun.

anytime he’s free the first thing he will do is text you to hang out and do something, either at home or out.

he loves going out with you, you two always have something to do and where to go.

as i’ve mentioned in a post, he loves going to amusement parks and buy you plushies there.

honestly anything to do with you is fun, as long as you are enjoying it.

jungwon especially loves it when he goes over to your house and you guys just watch a movie or play games and he always sleeps over.

sleepovers with won are a must! it’s so much fun and you almost pull and all nighter but one of you ends up falling asleep.

he absolutely hates it when you go over to the dorms and some of the other guys join you two.

jungwon is greedy to have you alone with him, he is totally needy for your attention and when someone else takes it he is not happy about it.

NISHIMURA RIKI !

— hugging

niki looks so huggable i swear!

he loves hugging you anytime he gets the chance.

niki being niki will tease you for the height difference, even if it’s not that much he will make fun of you.

but seriously speaking niki loves the intimacy a hug can bring you two, his hugs show so much love and support and it’s so sweet.

he hugs all the time.

he hugs you when you get home or you visit him at the hybe building.

he hugs you when you cry, when something goes wrong or you just don’t feel well, and he hugs you while nuzzling his head in your hair and whispers sweet nothings in your ear.

he hugs you when you get home with good news.

niki loves and you hate (love) when you are doing something like cooking and he hugs you from behind and clings to you like a koala and doesn’t leave you until you actually scold him making him go away with a scold and telling you you don’t appreciate the love he gives you.

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auspicious-manner · 1 year

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welcome back! just some simple domestic fluff with mike faist and famous reader! get to this whenever you feel like it! lots of love<3

thank you for the kindness! <3

i’ve missed writing for mike! also have you guys seen the new challengers trailer AHHHHH IM SO EXCITED IT LOOKS SO GOOD!!! i have a few challengers themed mike stories in my inbox/drafts, so expect those somewhat soon ;)

also it’s been a long time since i’ve written a fluff fic, so sorry if this sucks lol

fem reader x mike faist

warnings: anxiety and mentions of depression

Worthy

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you loved nearly everything about your life. being an actress, singer, and now a writer has given you more confidence than anything else.

you started as an actress. ever since you were little, you would put on shows for your entire family with costumes and scripts. they weren’t simple either; you would perform full dramatic monologues, emotional scenes, and romantic moments with your stuffed animals. your mom didn’t have to hesitate putting you into acting classes.

into your teen years, you booked commercials and small roles in children’s shows. then, right when you turned eighteen, you got your big break when you gained a major role in a movie alongside some of hollywood’s biggest stars, directed by none other than steven spielberg.

from there, business offers and acting gigs flew in. everything seemed to be happening all at once. it was all so overwhelming. but fame is what you wanted, right?

that’s what you thought, at least. as a child, you glamorized the picturesque hollywood starlight life. you wanted everything from the glitz to the glam. you didn’t realize that being famous came with this sense of dread that one wrong move could end your entire career. you felt unworthy of being in the spotlight all the time. so, in order to keep those intrusive thoughts from rearing their ugly heads, you kept so busy that not even a single thought could even cross your mind.

you knew you could sing, and you began writing songs and releasing music. you even went on a north american tour. then, when the tour slowed down, you wrote a novel. you kept so busy that you lost track of who you really were. what you felt you were meant to do.

sure, you had success and had more connections and fans than anyone could dream of. but what did it matter when you felt so alone?

you began closing yourself off. the limelight was making you anxious, and you couldn’t bring yourself to be seen in public in the state you were in. it all felt so hopeless. you considered living of the grid and going incognito in order to escape the expectations placed on you. for months, you stayed as hidden as possible, and it only made things worse.

being a long time friend of steven spielberg at this point, he sent you a personal invite to the premiere his new film west side story. you almost threw the invite in the trash. the thought of going out on a red carpet again and seeing all of these faces with bright, flashing cameras was out of the equation for you. yet, you missed the feeling of being dolled up. you missed feeling pretty.

when the big night came, seeing yourself in the dress that you had picked out didn’t feel real. you felt like you and not you all at the same time. your mind was conflicted; you knew the glam of hollywood was what made you happy, but since it had been so long since you have felt that way, you felt oddly out of body.

it was a long, off white dress with a leg slit and a completely open back. the dress had sleeves that stopped just below your shoulders, and it hugged your body tightly but not uncomfortably. your wavy hair fell onto your shoulders neatly in a half up half down, your curtain bangs framing your face. for the makeup, you tried to keep it relatively natural, and you didn’t want to draw too many eyes. you paired the look with some heels and a purse.

looking in the mirror, you tried your hardest to feel positive. you looked beautiful, you felt beautiful, yet something still felt wrong. maybe it was because you had no one by your side if you got anxious. as far as you knew, you would know one person there.

the car sent to pick you up took you on a ride through new york as your heart rate quickened. when you arrived at the scene, the bright lights and red carpet gave you chills.

after walking into the crowd, it didn’t take long to find steven. he pulled you aside into a fatherly hug. it felt good to be near someone as familiar as him.

“Y/N, long time no see!” he said excitedly as you hugged him.

“it’s been a while, hasn’t it?” you replied, pulling away.

“what have you been up to? knowing you, i’m sure it’s something great!”

you smiled, trying to create a facade. “oh, you know, a little bit of this and a little bit of that,” you said while nervously laughing. you couldn’t tell steven spielberg that you’ve been in a slump and that the most productive part of your day is waking up and making something to eat.

“i’m excited to see whatever you have up your sleeve,” he said, going to your side and taking your arm. “now, there’s someone i’d like you to meet.”

he guided you through the crowds, and you kept close to him. everything was becoming overwhelming.

you approached a man with his back turned to you. “Y/N, meet mike faist. you two could have a lot to talk about.”

the man turned around, and the first thing you noticed about him was that his eyes seemed to be glowing. they were brighter and bluer than anything you’d ever seen. they were absolutely stunning. upon further inspection, you realized that you recognized him from the posters for the movie, and knew he was playing riff.

he smiled at you, almost as enthralled with you as you were with him. he held out a hand, and you took it gently to shake it. you hoped he didn’t feel the sweat building on your palms. “Y/N L/N, it’s lovely to meet you.”

you grew flustered. “how’d you know my last name?”

mike looked taken aback. “doesn’t everyone?” your smile fell slightly, and mike noticed. “i’m a big fan of your work. your songs, your movies, and i recently started reading your book too. you’re amazing at everything you do.”

steven patted your shoulder before walking away, leaving you with mike. mike had a presence about him that made you feel welcomed and seen. it’s been a while since you felt that way.

“so, mike, what else have you been in?” you asked, wanting to know more about his work. he knew so much about yours, and you felt a little embarrassed that you didn’t know more about him.

he smiled and looked down. “i was a newsie in newsies on broadway, and i covered jack kelly. i played connor murphy in dear evan hansen on broadway, i was in a tv show called panic, and a lot of other stage and film work.”

you nodded, squinting your eyes slightly. “you know, i’ve seen both of those shows on broadway, and i didn’t realize until just now that that was you.”

he laughed. “am i not memorable?”

you giggled in return. “i don’t think it’s that. i just think i’m missing a little part of my brain.”

you and mike continued to talk about your respective careers. you noticed that he was so easy to talk to, and that he listened to and hung onto every word that you would say. it gave you butterflies, and you wondered what was wrong with you.

sadly, you remembered you’re at mike’s movie premiere and he had to do interviews and talk to other people besides you. you could tell he wanted to stay with you, but knew he had other obligations. before he left, he said, “we’ll see each other again before the night is through.”

you’ve had plenty of men try and charm you, with the efforts always falling flat. you’re no stranger to keeping your feelings under control and learning to not date in hollywood. it was too easy to be played by the wrong guys. but, your heart was telling you something different about mike. he made you more nervous and giddy than anyone else ever had and you barely knew him. you started to forget about the fact that you’ve been a hermit battling with your mental health for the last few months.

you caught up with a few old friends from the industry that you had recognized in the crows before it was time to go to a private screening of the film.

you watched as everyone funneled into seats in the theater next to their plus ones and friends. you stood back, scoping the area for empty seats. you felt frozen as all the seats seemed to fill.

“follow me,” a voice said close to your ear before taking your hand and walking with you down the rows of seats. you noticed it was mike and you smiled to yourself.

he took you close to the screen, but not too close, and sat down with you. you sighed. “thanks for saving me back there, i was getting stressed.”

mike tilted his head. “you’re from around here. you’re used to red carpets and screenings, aren’t you? i didn’t think this would stress out someone as experienced as you.”

he was right, it shouldn’t have stressed you out. you were so used to hiding away for so long that this all felt new to you again like it did when you were eighteen.

mike noticed your expression change, and he turned to you. “i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have said anything. but you’re worrying me a bit, is everything okay?”

you tried to brush it off. “i’m fine now, really. crowds just get me anxious-”

“i’m not just talking about tonight,” mike said, leaning in towards you. “the world has caught onto your unprecedented disappearance from the public eye. that can never mean anything good. are you sure you’re okay?”

you bit your lip, holding back tears. it was one thing to keep everything to yourself and pack it away and never confront what you’re actually going through, but to hear someone else say it put it into perspective for you. you had completely lost track of your vision and goal in life. you had lost track of you.

mike put his hand on your leg comfortingly, taking the silence and the glossy tears hidden in your eyes as a sign that you weren’t okay. the silent support he sent was exactly what you needed in that moment. a stranger was the person you least expected to comfort you.

before you could both think to say anything else, steven appeared at the front of the crowd and gave a speech, followed by the showing of the movie. every time mike appeared on the screen, you got chills. he was amazing. his performance made you hate riff yet feel some kind of empathy for him. that was due to mike’s spellbinding performance.

occasionally, you would feel mike’s eyes glance at you when important scenes came up. it’s almost as if he wanted to see your reaction. he wanted your approval.

then, after two and a half short hours, the movie ended, and the theater erupted in applause. everyone stood on their feet and you did the same, small tears running down your cheeks. you looked at mike, and his smile dropped when he saw you.

“why are you crying?” he asked.

you sniffled. “it was so amazing. you were so amazing.”

mike turned red, and he reached down to envelope you in probably the best hug you’ve ever had. he had the widest grin, and it wasn’t just from the movie.

you and mike traded numbers, and from that night on, you became inseparable.

mike awoke something in you that hadn’t been seen in a long time. he made you feel inspired at motivated and comfortable. you hid yourself away from the world in fear that the public would turn on you, twist your words into something far from the truth. mike dispelled those feelings for you; you felt like yourself again around him.

after the night at the premiere, mike made the first move in wanting to talk to you. you face timed each other for hours each night, staying awake into the early hours of the morning just talking about anything and everything.

you went out for a coffee date a week after the premiere, and it seemed clear to both of you that there was more to be discovered than just a friendship.

as you were walking through central park with mike, keeping your head slightly down as to not attract any unwanted eyes, you boldly brushed your hand against his, letting it linger for a moment. his hand moved away, but creeped back into place when he realized what you were doing. he slowly grazed his finger tips against yours as he walked, and he reached his fingers out and your hand fit neatly into his. you continued to hold hands for the rest of your walk.

when you arrived back at your apartment, you both sat down on the couch, your bodies turned inwards to face each other.

“i feel like i’ve know you my whole life, but its only been a week,” you said quietly, looking into his eyes.

mike smiled lightly. “i’ve never clicked this fast with anyone.”

you both paused, and mike hesitated before he spoke again. “can i ask you a question?”

you nodded, and he went on.

“there’s always been so much speculation about your love life in the media, and dating rumors and whatnot. i don’t like believing anything the media says, but i want to hear it straight from you.”

you smiled to yourself. the media liked to pull things that weren’t actually there and make up stories for fun. you’ve never actually had a real date since you’ve been in the business, let alone a relationship.

“i haven’t found anyone worthy yet.”

mike nodded, scooting closer to you. you could tell he was aiming to put his arm around you, but hesitated to see your reaction. you leaned in, telling him without words that it was okay, and he rested his arm around your shoulder as you laid close to each other. you immediately felt comfortable under his arm.

“i admire you, Y/N. i always have. i like that you know what you want, and that you know yourself. that’s a really great quality to have.”

you blushed, but your happiness faltered. you leaned your head back on his arm. “yeah, i guess. too bad i haven’t felt that way recently.”

mike looked at you, frowning. “why? if you don’t mind me asking.”

you weren’t typically the one to open up quickly to strangers. but mike felt different. he wasn’t going to judge, or make you feel bad about yourself. he was comforting.

“i’ve hid myself away from the world because i’m scared. i’m so insanely scared of messing up and having the whole world turn on me. so, i did the only thing i could think to do. i locked myself away in hopes that it would help,” you giggled nervously. “it didn’t do shit.”

you were smiling at your own misfortune, but mike stayed somber. “i’m sorry, Y/N, that’s awful.”

you shrugged. “yeah, but i did it to myself.”

mike sat up, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. you froze under his touch. “the world needs your brilliance. don’t be afraid, there’s so many people ready to guide you and protect you from anyone trying to take you down. i’m here for you, i promise.”

you bit your lip, unable to say words. mike was so incredibly kind. all you could do was whisper a thank you.

mike put his arm back around you, and you leaned into the couch together. “if there’s anything i can do to help, let me know,” he said quietly.

you leaned your head on his shoulder, looking up at him. “you already have.”

mike smiled, turning red. “you’re cute.”

you felt complete. you hadn’t known mike for that long, but he filled a part of your soul that had been gone for a while. he made you feel liked again when you couldn’t like yourself.

you sat up and looked at him. your faces were only a few inches apart. at the same time, you leaned in, and your lips grazed each other before interlocking. it felt euphoric.

you pulled away, remaining close, and you smiled at each other. “you’re the most talented person i’ve ever met,” you whispered to him.

mike lightly placed his hand under your chin. “that means a lot coming from you. i love everything you do.”

you leaned in again, feeling your old self coming back again. you felt renewed. mike made you feel like the star you are again.

you rested your forehead on his. “thank you.”

mike tilted his head slightly. “for what?”

“for making me feel worthy again.”

mike smiled lightly, then gave you a short but sweet kiss. “never forget that you’re beautiful and wanted.”

a small tear escaped your eye. mike was everything you needed. you almost felt in denial that someone like him could be making you feel this way because you were so used to men not valuing you. you were moving fast with mike, but it felt right. you were never one to believe in love at first sight, but this was pretty damn close.

you leaned into his side again, and his hand rested on the back of your head. you could get used to this.

#mike faist #mike faist x reader #mike faist fanfiction #mike faist imagine #riff #mike faist riff

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It’s something for me that has always been really, really important to me as an artist is being authentic. It’s not that it’s a constant battle, but it is an evolution as an artist. And as you grow as an artist, you want to make sure you’re growing in a really kind of authentic and honest way.

I feel a lot more comfortable doing this style of music and a tour that feels and looks and sounds like this. But also, I feel like I get more back from the fans because of that. And it does feel like the more honest I am, the deeper connection I have with them.  Every single show is individual, you know, at least for me. So, you know, I can have a brilliant show the day before, if I’m not feeling amazing on the day, it doesn’t— the show that happened yesterday isn’t as relevant as you might think it is, really, day to day, as a singer and as a performer.

But it’s almost the way that the intro is for The Greatest, and the band go to stage first and they start the intro, and I can hear all that intro in my ears.

And it does feel like you’re about to walk out to a boxing fight, for sure, it’s got that kind of feeling. And I kind of, I’ve said before, in that moment, I don’t really think anything other than what it is I’m about to do.

It is mentally demanding, what we do, but the reward, you know, is worth it every single night.  When All This Time starts, I kind of just look out, because even on the best shows— and in fact, often more so on the shows that are really, really exciting and really fun, there’s an element that if you don’t take an opportunity to be present, that those moments pass you by. So I like to just, kind of, just sit out, look at the crowd, think about how far I’ve come.

Like in Amsterdam or any of the places like that, I think about the last venue I played in this city. So, you know, it’s just about me kind of taking in every bit of that moment that I can. Those moments, I’ve learned to really, kind of, cherish those moments during the show, definitely.  During Saturdays, which is always a special song for me— I can’t really ever put my finger on specifically why— but from the first time I sang it live, it just… it kind of takes over me emotionally, more so than any other song on the set.

So when the fans did their incredible light show, that fan project, it was amazing because I was already feeling really emotional in the song, and then seeing this incredible spectacle, which is just absolutely undeniable, and you feel…

The great thing about those moments when people hold their phones up is, sometimes when you look into a sea of people, it’s hard to distinguish between every single person. When you’ve got that light up there, you just see the depth of the room, and you see how many people are there and also how many people are engaged for the show. So yeah, that was a really, really special moment for me.  We’ve still got the UK leg to do, obviously, but you always find yourself a little more reflective in these times with it being the end of the European leg. I’d just say a general “thank you” to everyone who attended, everyone who supported online.

And hopefully, you know, you feel as proud as I do when you look at the growth and how far we’ve come in just, you know, the space of like 12 months, 18 months. So yeah, massive “thank you” to all of you!

- Transcript to Louis’ IGTV, FITFWT23: EUROPE [1.11.2023]

#transcript #louis tomlinson #igtv transcript #igtv #1.11.2023

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wisteriagoesvroom · 22 days

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for the 5 sentence fic game - malex (Max/Alex), forgiveness? if it's not too out of ur depth :3

ok this was such a good prompt that i bust past 5 sentences and just kept going. so…here we go:

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Forgiveness

a max/alex drabble, rated g

When Max meets Alex again, it’s a crisp autumn day — the kind where the leaves curl in on themselves, as if holding a secret. What secret, Max doesn’t know, but he has never really been in the habit of keeping many secrets.

The park is not where he expects to see Alex. But that’s the thing about parks. They’re a central nervous system for cities. City planners used to design with this in mind, before cars took over. Max remembers this fact from an encyclopaedia that he used to read, under blanket with a torchlight, when he still had the time to, during karting.

And now, Alex is in the park. Alex is older. Hair the same, if longer than it used to be in their F1 days. Face clean-shaven, but sharper in the cut of his jaw. Eyes, still creasing upwards when he sees a thing he likes.

As it turns out, Alex smiled a lot more when he left Red Bull. His smile practically a quantum force of its own when he finally won a GP.

And as it turns out, to his surprise, Max may be one of the things Alex also likes.

“Is that really you?” Alex exclaims, hands tucked in his pockets, wool scarf loose on his neck. Max feels somehow underdressed in his nondescript hoodie. Being a five time world champion, even over a decade later, meant people would stop you for photos.

“It’s me, mate.”

Alex makes a noise that seems like delight. They do the bro hug, and he animatedly explains that Lily is in Shanghai for a project involving augmented reality home golfing that is run through a mobile phone holoprojector. He rambles a little bit about weather — which for some reason the English still are obsessed with — and Alex asks whether Monaco has changed much (Max tells him it hasn’t).

“Are you heading up to Milton Keynes?” Alex says.

There is no loadedness behind the question. Max has only been back to Milton Keynes for Redline work since he retired.

One thing about Alex is that he was always carefully guarded when he needed to be. But Max never found him truly capable of ill intent.

“No,” Mad says. “I’m actually here because Pen has a thing about horses now. I have a break from touring stables and such.”

“Horses! Ah! There’s this great place down by Richmond, the owner’s an old classmate of mine. Let me pass it to you.”

Classic Alex. Always trying to help out, be nice, create a connection. So Max grabs his phone from his pocket, and lets Alex fuss around with it.

So the task is done, and there isn’t much to do now but move on. That is what Max has done well. Move on, in a way that he knows how, eking out a place for himself in Sim driver development and helping others learn the ropes. Much like Alex clearly has too, remaining as advisor to his last team.

Max finds himself reflecting on the younger men they were so long ago. Max was a lot more impulsive then. Quick to anger, a hunger inside him with so much to prove. But every person who did what they did always had the hunger. It just manifested in a lot of different ways.

And the interaction is nearing its end. But Max still can’t quite find a way to make his legs move. Around them, someone occasionally jogs past, and there are some ducks quacking happily at a nearby pond. It is peaceful.

Alex’s phone buzzes. He glances down at it, brows creasing in concern.

“Sorry, there’s some emergency at home involving my five year old and…” Alex squints at his phone. “A muffin tray of glitter. George is always far too lenient with his godson.”

Max smiles. “I heard about that. George, I mean. Not the glitter. I am not psychic.”

“That would explain your super-powered abilities, wouldn’t it?”

“Ha!” Max says, and he means it. “Anyway, I remember exactly how it is. That age.”

Alex smiles back knowingly.

The leaves rustle in the trees. The ducks are still quacking. The sun peeks out from behind a cloud, warming them both.

It is comfortable, in the way Alex always makes people feel, since the Williams years.

Max stops his leg from twitching.

“Listen, Alex. I never got a chance to say it before.”

“Say what?”

“That I…”

And Max finds himself pondering it. What does he mean? That he’s sorry? Sorry that a formula one team only truly ever has enough room for one person? That he should have asked how Alex was, like how he makes a point to do so now, with all his Redline youngsters? That he wishes he had called or texted him in the intervening years to see how he was, that he wishes they had stayed in touch? That he misses his old cars more than anything in the world, even if he’s happy with what he’s done and the way the puzzle pieces of his life have landed, and he always wonders if other drivers did too?

Max swallows a lump in his throat that he didn’t know was there. In the end, he says exactly what is on his mind.

“I’m really glad that you seem well.”

If that’s not the answer Alex was expecting, he doesn’t show it. He always seems borderline spiritual these days. As if he’s discovered a secret and invites you to understand it. A little bit like a monk, but one who definitely drives over the speed limit. (Max saw that video: a special karting one Alex did for family content, and he still carves a magnificent line.)

The monk in question smiles. It’s warm, like the sun. How lucky for those who grow close enough to Alex, to feel it.

And in that sage, still boyish way of his— surrounded by ducks, subjected to the inclement weather, in the artery of the place where worlds meet — Alex tells Max, back:

“I’m glad for us, too.”

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from prompt thing here except i will actually try to stick to 5 sentences for the next one(s)

#malex #max verstappen x alex albon #wiz.writing #f1 rpf #first thing I’ve written in over a month!!! thank you anon.#drabble #wiz.askbox #wiz.promptfill #also #first time I’ve written these two and it’s fun <3 #future fics as a vehicle for reminiscence have been on my mind lately #so thanks for gifting me an opportunity to let it out a little

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likesomanywrecksdo · 5 months

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blitzø + moon symbolism

okay so the music video "Just Look My Way" takes place in Stolas' space-esque personal chamber somewhere in his castle. The music video repeatedly relate Stolas' feelings towards Blitzø with the moon. During the line "let me hold you, keep you close to me, i long to hear your voice" Stolas is seen trying his best to keep the tiny moon in his hands and preventing it from floating away. Again in the line "the walls you've conjured up to live" the moon rotates and we can see Blitzø stuck inside the black space or "dark side of the moon".

the moon symbolism can mean many things in regards to how Stolas feels about Blitzø.

Firstly, it could be a manifestation of how Stolas is always drawn back to those "dazzling moonlit nights", how he constantly tries to grasp for good moments within their time together (the only ones he can find being the full moon meetings) and so he relates Blitzø and the full moon "rendez-vous" directly as a way of coping with their less than ideal experiences outside of that structured and guaranteed time spent alone tgt.

Secondly, it could be a way of showing how Blitzø acts/how stolas views him. As per astrology, the moon is romance, pleasant nights (tying back to my previous points), intense moments, loneliness and mood swings. The last three are a pretty accurate depiction of how Blitzø acts around Stolas. He's hot-headed, closed-off and Stolitz is very much prone to intense moments on both sides, so it's possible Stolas made that connection, believing that holding the moon is the closest he can currently get to holding Blitzø.

Finally, the last image (above) shows Blitzø with his head buried in his legs trapped inside the "dark side of the moon". This could symbolise how Stolas sees this dark and isolated version of Blitzø but also sees the potential for him to open up, be romantic and love Stolas.

the apology tour switch up

In Stolas' apology tour emotional ballad, the two frames above appear (i'm guessing bc the outfit is literally the exactly same as him singing onstage wth Verosika + Tex, the cute ass choker and all). Now there is a change in the background between the moon and the sun, which is a huge switch-up from "Just Look My Way". The significance of which is also very multifaceted.

Stolas could be expressing how he wants more from Blitzø, finally expressing his feelings instead of constantly worrying about how Blitzø will feel. This is probably bc Stolas fears the relationship is over while this open communication and validation that Stolas wants more than just sex is exactly what Blitzø wanted from the start. Additionally, the second frame coul be referencing how in "Just Look My Way", Stolas says "i don't care that your of lower station" and that he wants to be seen with him and be loved by him everywhere. He's tired of keeping it a secret but also has a lot of things to lose if he does.

Secondly, the sun, in astrology, is seen to represent one's sense of self and individuality. This could hint to Stolas having his whole awakening and a whole new idea of who he is because Blitzø came into his life. Because of Blitzø, he's found out so many more things about himself and is capable of doing what is doing (divorcing Stella, giving up Blitzø, the one slightly good thing he's ever had) all because Blitzø showed him how to be free ("showed me this world was bigger than us, then sent me back where i came from'" -Down Bad" by Taylor Swift).

Finally, the switch-up from moon to sun from Blitzø's pov could be a way of showing how his feelings for stolas have changed. This song is the obvious turning point of the Stolitz ship, where Blitzø isn't in denial anymore and knows he's in love with Stolas. As discussed before, the sun represents self-image and in some cases self-esteem. Considering confession of any kind of emotions are not Blitzø strong suit and don't have a huge effect on him (don't evoke much a huge outward response from him). This revelation hitting him so fast would be a huge self-awakening for him as he has not let himself love anyone for a long time.

In conclusion, Stolitz is sun x moon and nobody can convince me otherwise.

#I LOVE SYMBOLISM IN HELLUVA BOSS #it drives me insane #helluva boss stolas #helluva boss stolitz #helluva boss apology tour #helluva blitzo #helluva boss full moon

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"It’s something for me that has always been really, really important to me as an artist is being authentic. It’s not that it’s a constant battle but it is an evolution as an artist. And as you grow as an artist, you want to make sure you’re growing in a really kind of authentic and honest way. I feel a lot more comfortable doing this style of music and a tour that feels and looks and sounds like this. But also I feel like I get more back from the fans because of that and it does feel like the more honest I am, the deeper connection I have with them. Every single show is individual, you know, and—at least for me. So, you know, I can have a brilliant show the day before, if I’m not feeling amazing on the day, it doesn’t—the show that happened yesterday isn’t as relevant as you might think it is, really day to day, as a singer and as a performer. But it’s almost the way that the intro is for The Greatest and the band go to stage first and they start the intro and I can hear all that intro in my ears. And it does feel like you’re about to walk out to a boxing fight for sure, it’s got that kind of feeling. And I kind of—I’ve said before, in that moment, I don’t really think anything other than what it is I’m about to do. It is mentally demanding, what we do, but the reward, you know, is worth it every single night. When All This Time starts, and [I] kind of just look out because even on the best shows and in fact, often more so on the shows that are really, really exciting and really fun, there’s an element that if you don’t take an opportunity to be present, that those moments pass you by. So I like to just kind of just sit out, look at the crowd, think about how far I’ve come. Like in Amsterdam or any of the places like that, I think about the last venue I played in this city so, you know, it’s just about me kind of taking in every bit of that moment that I can. Those moments, I’ve learned to really kind of cherish those moments during the show, definitely. During Saturdays, which is always a special song for me. I can’t really ever put my finger on specifically why but from the first time I sang it live, it just—it kind of takes over me emotionally, more so than any other song on the set. So when the fans did their incredible light show, that fan project, it was amazing because I was already feeling really emotional in the song, and then seeing this incredible spectacle, which is just absolutely undeniable, and you feel—the great thing about those moments when people hold their phones up is, sometimes when you look into a sea of people, it’s hard to distinguish between every single person. When you’ve got that light up there, you just see the depth of the room and you see how many people are there and also how many people are engaged for the show. So yeah, that was a really, really special moment for me. We’ve still got the UK leg to do, obviously, but you always find yourself a little more reflective in these times with it being the end of the European leg. Um, I’d just say a general thank you to everyone who attended, everyone who supported online. And hopefully, you know, you feel as proud as I do when you look at the growth and how far we’ve come in just, you know, the space of like twelve months, eighteen months. So yeah, massive thank you to all of you."

Louis' voiceover in his Instagram reel about the European leg of the Faith In The Future World Tour - 1/11

#for those who wanted it #louis tomlinson #quote #fitfwt23 #01nov23

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alittledizzy · 5 months

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I don’t use my tumblr publicly, hence the anon, but I saw your fic amnesty post and felt like it was posted just for me! I posted a Dan and Phil fic a couple of weeks ago, and I kept having this quiet little hope that maybe you’d venture back to the d&p tag on ao3 and read it, just bc it’d be such an honor. You have always been one of my favorite voices in the d&p fandom. We interacted a bit when I used to be active on the forums, I adore your commentary, and I am such a fan of your fic writing. The characterization is consistently exquisite, and you always capture this perfect balance of grounded realism, lack of pretension, and the full miraculous magnitude of their connection through tiny moments.

ANYWAY, I posted a fic for the first time in over ten years. It starts with a fair bit of inner monologuing and a bit of a tropey device, but I promise it picks up. I’m very proud of it, and I sincerely hope you enjoy it. Since you can’t add links to anon asks, I must resort to this -

As He Goes, So I Go by cloej88

Rating: E

Word count: 25,272

Link that isn’t an actual link: archiveofourown . org/ series /4104049

Summary: It’s November of 2015, and Dan and Phil have just finished their UK leg of The Amazing Tour Is Not on Fire. They’ve sworn off the romantic side of their relationship in order to protect the rest of this life they’ve built. However, with all of the close proximity of touring, their connection feels headier and more charged than ever. As soon as the UK tour ends, they fly to the US for a quick book-signing trip, but they become snowed in by a blizzard in Chicago. In the solitude of their shared hotel room, can they fumble their way back to one another?

Featuring: Pining, lots of fluff, the TATINOF UK afterparty in all its glory, an arcade bar in snowy Chicago, a NYTimes How to Fall in Love quiz, lots of introspective musing about how much these idiots adore one another, and some well-earned smut.

holy shit thank you for sending me this because i am OBSESSED with this fic now

#fic rec #phan

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phanfictioncatalogue · 3 months

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What fics would you recommend for the following?

Preferably written 2022 or later, preferably taking place 2022 or later (as recent as possible is preferable)

No AU

Smut - kink, BDSM, spanking/related play, physical play of some kind, pet names (such as petplay or religious play or other roleplay), feel authentic to irl/current DNP, fluffy and still sweet, bondage, or non-kink long form smut with memorable choices (positions, conversation, lingerie, etc)

(Does not need to include multiple of those things per fic, just a net of things to catch) (if there is a list or lists that already fit this request please guide me to it!!)

here's a couple notable ones - i've included au fics because there are a couple longer ones that should include some of these :)

strike a deal, kiss my lips (ao3) - natigail

Summary: Witches were the only magical beings capable of binding and controlling demons. It required a complicated ritual and crazy amounts of magic.

It happening on accident was practically unheard of until Phil came along and got tangled up with a snarky and dangerous demon named Dan.

Suddenly bound together, Phil must grapple with control over a chaotic demon that wants to strip the skin from his bones.

And maybe strip the clothes off of his body as well.

Take a picture (it'll last longer) (ao3) - phantasticworks

Summary: Dan and Phil meet at 2 a.m. in a coffee shop. Phil is a photographer looking for a model, and Dan can't say no to pretty boys.

As He Goes, So I Go (ao3) - cloej88

#answered #smut #ingydar-g-phan

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o𓆩♡𓆪 INTRODUCTORY; MY HAPPY ENDING PT.1 | HEADCANON 𓆩♡𓆪

╰┈➤ featuring; boku no hero academia! drummer! bakugou katsuki! x lead singer! fem! reader

જ about; Heartbreaks. Aches. Dreams shattered. You feel like there was no bridging between you and your goal as an artist. Especially since the bridge that connected you that was your ex-boyfriend, Shindo, who you met at club. Now, that you’re separated. You thought, that was it. No more.

જ contents and warning; profanity cause bakugou is on it, asshole bakugou, cigarettes, smoking, angst, drummer bakugou, band au, fluff, romance, drama, paparazzi, cheating, break ups and many more that I have definitely missed.

જ author's note; I actually have a lots and lots of chapter about band au which needs to be revised and re-written. unedited.

First of all, let’s talk about the band.

Bakugou, Kirishima, Denki and Sero are all in a band called ‘Tokyo Lights’. Mina being the stylist. Jirou is the producer of the band

It’s a pop-rock band. They rose to top quickly because of one song called ‘Turning Jane’. It was a hit all over Tokyo. Many praised the band,

Many turned those praised towards their lead singer, Camie.

Her vocals are phenomenal and really fits the band’s genre.

It has been months since they have debuted.

A total of 2 albums. Interviews. Promotions. An Asian, European, North America and South America leg tour.

People were much more keener when it was publicised that the lead singer Camie and drummer Bakugou are dating.

Fans have picked up the tension between the two and they were suspecting that they may dating.

So, when it was confirmed, when Bakugou and Camie was photographed together outside of a club, late at night sharing a very intimate kiss. Bakugou had his arm loosely slung around her neck holding a cigarette.

Fans and shippers were loosing it.

They were at their heights. So successful. So known .

But that all came crashing down when Camie was due to leave the band.

It blew up everywhere. Bold Headlines.

“Lead Singer Camie leaving Tokyo Lights”, “Lead Singer of Tokyo Lights, Camie, is announced to leave the band due to disagreements”, “Lead Singer, Camie and Drummer, Bakugou reportedly have broken up”, “What’s the future of Tokyo Lights?”, “Camie’s Out! What could this mean for the band?”

Everyone genuinely thought this was it for them. No more Tokyo Lights.

Fans are sad.

Now, they’re wondering if they are going to cancel the world tour because of they have no singer.

Even more than that, the band itself, they were worried that this was the end of their dreams.

They were drinking their sorrows away at a nearby club, the ones they used to perform at before they blew up.

Bakugou especially was drinking heavily. His first serious relationship just ended and he might not be able to perform as a professional musician anymore.

It was a lot to digest.

He was on his 2nd bottle of whiskey. He was pissed drunk.

The rest of the boys, Jirou and Mina was telling him to take it easy.

But, he told them to fuck off and they wouldn’t understand how he was feeling.

He is right, they don’t. They don’t know what it feels like experiencing heartbreak and watching your dreams crumble right in front of your eyes.

Then, the club owner announced that there is another band who will be playing tonight, he even joked that this band might be the next Tokyo Lights upcoming.

That band consisted of you, your boyfriend, Shindo and his friends.

You were a lead singer and he was a bassists.

You meet him in the same club, Shindo thought you were cute and you happen to have a real knacker for singing.

You are incredibly talented. You are passionate about it

After going out for a month. He asked you if you wanted to sing for his own band forming.

This was the turning point of your relationship.

He got to obsessive at the thought of being on top. Being the next Tokyo Lights. Being better than them.

It was affecting your relationship and his friendship in the band.

Shindo was constantly pushing for the band to be top perfection. It means rehearsing almost everyday. No breaks.

One wrong note means that you would be screamed at by him. Among other plethora of things.

You remember your friend, Hiro got into a terrible accident which led to him needing crutches.

Shindo got furious because he couldn’t play the electric guitar for a while cause he’s dealing with an immense pain.

It was exhausting. Your friends complained about him behind Shindo’s back.

Hell they were frustrated about reaching out to you afraid that you’d tell on them.

But you joined in to complain.

For reason, anything going wrong with him meant that you’re the one always being blamed too.

Shindo would whip his head around and scream at you,

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“I didn’t-”

“You’re always fucking up. It’s dragging everyone down. You’re not putting any effort in.”

No matter what, he never took responsibility for his fuck ups.

It’s mentally fucking you up.

So, when you got a gig into this club. The club that Tokyo Lights used to frequent at.

Shindo got worse.

He looked at every single one of you and warned you.

Especially, you remember him having you pressed up against the wall and looking at you straight in the eye.

“Don’t fuck this up for us.”

To him, this was his opportunity. He wrapped with the idea and it was destroying everything around him.

Before getting up the stage. You remember him slamming you on the walls,

“If you fuck up. I swear to God, (First name).”

You could only stand there and nod. Unable to speak.

You were petrified.

“Fix up your hair and makeup. Get yourself pretty.” Shindo commands then pressing a kiss on your forehead.

You did as you were told, your band mates were looking at you with concern but you reassured them with a smile on your face.

So, you took a deep breath in and following them up stage. Walking up to the microphone stand.

“Good evening, everyone!” There was a chorus of cheers, “We’ll be performing two songs today. I hope you enjoy it!”

Everyone in the club whoops in excitement.

The first song was okay. But, the second song was a disaster.

Yo Shindo was mostly to be blamed. He was out of sync compared to everyone.

Every single member of the band would occasionally glance over to him.

You can tell that Shindo was getting annoyed and frustrated.

So after that flop of a performance.

He was fuming and it was all directed towards you.

“We’re done and you’re out. Get out the fuck out of my face.”

You don’t whether if you would be relieved and happy about this or sad.

You’re conflicted,

You don’t know.

Kirishima lit up

“I think we just found our lead singer.”

Long story short, you became their singer.

Everyone was open to you except Bakugou.

He made sure that you knew that.

You are not welcomed by him, every little thing you did was criticized.

Even the song you were writing was told it was shit.

Because it didn’t fit their genre, the lyrics are not as great as what Jirou wrote, you’re not singing it right etc.

There was no difference working with Shindo and Bakugou.

But you paid no mind since their band is moving fast.

His relationship with Camie was public.

He is still wrapping his head around their breakup.

Then, it was news everywhere.

“New Lead Singer of Tokyo Lights!”, “A Rumored New Lead Singer”, “Flop or Not? New Lead Singer”, “(First name) an is the New Lead Singer, Who could this be?”

Your photo was plastered everywhere. New Lead Singer.

They were mixed reactions; good, bad and neutral.

When the new recorded song ‘My Happy Ending’ was released.

Some of those reluctant fans were swayed because you sounded great.

You are a great singer. They had hope.

But, when Tokyo Light announced that they’ll continue the Tour and with you instead.

People were cancelling their ticket.

Now, they lost money and the band has to downsize to a much smaller venue.

You get it, people are sentimental. You know why they wouldn’t be open so easily.

Bakugou voiced his opinion that it was a terrible idea. All of you are losing money.

Why the hell would you perform with them?

That’s when Kirishima puts his foot down.

Either they continue as a band and move forward or they move forward without him.

This is their dream and if they stay miserable forever, they won’t continue at all.

He said nothing.

It was the day of the concert,

You’re nervous.

You are dressed pretty. Knee high heeled boots, some cute skirt and a corset.

Bakugou had some jeans on and the chain on it and no shirt on. Showing off the tattoos.

He always played without the drums.

He does that thing too where he stick out his pierced tongue.Twirls the drumsticks around in his fingers

You get on stage

Holy fuck.

Your stage presence was fucking phenomenal..

Kirishima, Sero and Denki has never seen anyone so charismatic and enthusiastic with performing on stage.

You were jumping around and got everyone to do it too.

Your crowd control was amazing as well.

This was the first time the band was fire up ever.

Not to mention, it felt like you didn’t even need to do it because Tokyo Light’s fans are doing your job for you.

You had to motion for them to turn up your microphone louder.

At the end of the concert, you were heaving very heavily.

“Tokyo. You’re crazy out here tonight. It’s turning me on.”

They all screamed their heads off.

“But, unfortunately, we have to end it for tonight... Not without a final song.”

You performed the song you had with Tokyo Lights, ‘My Happy Ending’

It was insane that a good majority all managed to memorize the lyrics.

It made you feel good since it’s your first ever published song ever.

“Goodnight, Tokyo!”

Once, you got off stage. You were surrounded by the rest of the band, Mina and Jirou swarming in a a tight hug. So excited.

“That was awesome, (First name)!”

You were so happy.

But, Bakugou aside in disapproval,

“Just cause you did something well doesn’t mean you’re a part of this band.”

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hardcandycigarette · 4 months

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Canyon Moon Road Part Two

Harry woke up to the soft rustling of leaves and the distant sound of a rooster crowing. Sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow around the quaint guest room. He felt surprisingly rested, the kind of rest that comes from being somewhere serene and undemanding. He quickly dressed and made his way to the kitchen, following the enticing smell of fresh coffee.

Y/N was already there, moving around the kitchen with a practiced ease. She turned as he entered, her face lighting up with a welcoming smile. "Good morning! I hope you slept well."

"Better than I have in a long time," Harry replied, taking a seat at the small wooden table. "Thanks again for taking me in."

"It's no problem at all," Y/N said, handing him a steaming mug of coffee. "Like I told you last night no one works on Sunday.” She chuckled. “Well that’s a lie. Theres a cute little Farmer’s Market, if you’re into that kinda thing, and a diner in town. Other than that it’s you and me and Max”

Just as Harry was about to ask who Max was he felt a nudge on his leg. He found the simling face, tail wagging Black Lab. “I assume this is Max.”

“It is. Come here boy.” She called to the calm, happy dog. She rubbed his head just as he sat at her feet. She pointed toward the coffee pot with a gesture of her head. “Sorry it’s not a fancy cappuccino.”

Harry smiled. “No problem at all.” He said as he grabbed a mug and poured the dark drink.

“So you'll have to stay another day. Hope that's alright."

Harry smiled. "More than alright. I could use a break from all the driving."

"There's a hotel about 45 minutes away I told you about if you'd prefer," Y/N offered, "but you're welcome to stay here with me."

Harry considered it for a moment, appreciating the offer. "I think I'd like to stay, if you don't mind. It's been really nice here."

Y/N nodded, pleased. "I'd love to have you stay. I’ll whip up something for breakfast, then I’ve got to get to work on this place. You’re welcome to watch tv, rest, take care of business whatever you want or need to do. Max is good company and he can show you around.” She giggled to herself.

"Do you need any help?" Harry offered, genuinely interested in lending a hand. “With the house I mean. It’s the least I could do.”

"Actually, that would be great," Y/N said with a relieved smile. "There's so much to go through."

After breakfast they cleaned up, then Y/N offered Harry a brief tour of the home. It had an air of nostalgia about it, with its creaking floorboards and rooms filled with memories.

"This was my grandparents' room," she said, opening a door to a sunlit bedroom filled with vintage furniture. "I used to spend hours in here curled up on the bed listening to their stories."

Harry could see the fondness in her eyes and felt a pang of empathy. "It must be hard, going through all this."

"It is," Y/N admitted. "But it's also kind of therapeutic. I just... didn’t realize how much stuff there was. I mean they’ve been gone a long time, but coming in here actually going through their things, it’s different, you know? Like I’m actually admitting, realizing everyone’s gone. No one’s coming back. It’s just me."

Harry’s kind heart had him wanting to hug her, comfort her because that’s just his way, but he realized this woman didn’t know that about him and he needed to respect boundaries.

Y/N shrugged and said, "Well, let's get started with the attic, sorting through boxes of old photographs, letters, and various knick-knacks. Harry was amazed at the sheer volume of items, each telling a piece of Y/N’s family history. As they worked, they talked about their own families and childhood memories, finding common ground in their experiences.

"Look at this," Y/N said, pulling out an old photo album. "This was my mom when she was about my age."

Harry leaned in to look at the photos, feeling a strange sense of connection to the history in the house. "She looks a lot like you."

"Yeah, everyone says that," Y/N replied with a soft smile. "It's nice to be reminded of her."

As the day wore on, they took a break for lunch, sitting on the porch and enjoying the view of the sprawling countryside. The weather was perfect, with a gentle breeze and clear blue skies.

"You know," Harry said, taking a sip of his drink, "there's something really peaceful about this place. I can see why it means so much to you."

Y/N nodded. "It’s always been a sanctuary for me. Even with all the work to be done, it's comforting to be here, like a hug from my family."

After lunch, theyreturned to the attic where they found old tools, furniture, and even some vintage clothing. Harry couldn’t help but try on an old hat they found, making Y/N laugh.

"You look like you stepped out of a different era," she said, shaking her head.

"Maybe I did," Harry replied with a grin, tipping the hat playfully.

By the time they called it a day, they had made significant progress. They had set aside boxes of items to keep, donate, and throw away. Y/N looked genuinely relieved and grateful for the help. She had also noticed the flex of Harry's muscles has he lifted and moved boxes. She was beginning to see what women found so attractive about him.

"Thank you, Harry," she said as they stood on the porch, watching the sunset. "I don’t think I could have done this without you."

"It was my pleasure," Harry replied, feeling a warmth in his chest. "I'm glad I could help."

That evening, they cooked dinner together, their movements in the kitchen almost synchronized as they worked side by side. Harry found himself enjoying the simple companionship they shared.

After dinner, they sat on the porch, watching the stars come out. The pinks and yellows of sunset had changed to a deep blue. They talked about their plans for the next day. Y/N told Harry she hoped his car would be fixed because she was sure he wanted to get back on the road.

As they sat there, Harry found himself thinking about how comfortable he felt around Y/N. She had a way of making everything seem easy, natural. He realized he would be happy if he could stay but that wouldn’t make sense once the car was fixed. They winded down and excused themselves to their respective rooms for the night. Harry fell asleep content in a complete stranger’s home and he knew on paper it didn’t make any sense. He also knew Jeffrey and his security team would not be content if they found out this recent development, but he didn’t care.

The next morning, Harry woke up early, eager to see Y/N again. He made his way to the kitchen and found her already up, dressed in overalls and carrying a toolbox.

"Good morning, Harry," she said with a grin. "Ready to get your car fixed?"

Harry blinked in surprise. "Wait, you're the mechanic?"

Y/N laughed, her eyes twinkling. "Yes, I am. Thought I'd surprise you. I grew up working on cars with my dad, and I’ve been doing it ever since."

Harry shook his head, a smile spreading across his face. "You keep surprising me, Y/N. Let’s get to it."

They spent the morning working on Harry’s vintage car. Well, Y/N worked on the car, and Harry was the most adorable curious nuisance ever. While normally Y/N would normally find it annoying she found this dimpled man-child charming. Harry was impressed by Y/N’s skill and knowledge, and he found himself enjoying their time together even more.

By midday, Y/N stepped inside to make a phone call. When she returned she broke the silence. "Harry, I have some bad news. Your car needs a specific part that I don’t have. I’ve called around, but it’ll take a few days to get it shipped here."

Harry frowned. "I see. There's no way to expedite it?"

Y/N shook her head. "Unfortunately, no. Even with overnight shipping, the part just isn’t readily available. It’s not about the money; it’s about finding the part itself."

Harry sighed but then looked at Y/N and smiled. "Well, I guess I'll be your guest a bit longer. If that's okay with you."

Y/N smiled back, a hint of relief in her eyes. "Of course, it’s okay. I’d be happy to have you stay."

The next day they went back to working on the family home, making steady progress. Harry learned more about Y/N’s family and the history of the house, feeling a deeper connection to the place.

As they ate lunch Y/N turned to Harry with a thoughtful expression. "Do you ever get tired of all the attention, Harry? Being recognized everywhere you go?"

Harry nodded. "Sometimes. It's nice to be appreciated, but it can be overwhelming. That's why this trip is so important to me. I needed to get away, to find some peace."

Y/N smiled, her eyes filled with understanding. "I’m glad you ended up here, then. It’s been nice having you around."

Harry felt his heart skip a beat. "It's been nice being here. You’ve made this place feel like home."

That evening, they sat on the porch, watching the sunset. The sky was painted with hues of orange and pink, and a gentle breeze rustled the leaves. Harry found himself captivated by Y/N’s presence, the way her eyes sparkled when she talked about something she loved, the sound of her laughter.

The next day they talked and their dreams and fears, their hopes and memories. Harry knew that meeting Y/N was more than just a chance encounter. He didn’t know what the meaning was but it something more than chance.

But for now, Harry relaxed into the present moment and the deepening friendship they were building. He wondered if he just might be developing a crush on her. Yet, he wasn’t ready to admit it, not even to himself. The future was uncertain, but Harry felt a sense of hope and excitement, something new.

#harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles new #harry styles x reader #harry styles fan fic #harry styles x y/n #harry styles fluff

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9w1ft · 2 years

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I once again come to you as the Kaylor jewelry expert with a detailed question.

When did Karlie start wearing the Cartier onyx necklace? I know she wore it to the rep tour show in Nashville in August 2018, but was she seen wearing it before that?

hi anon! thank you for the question 😌

back in june 2018 karlie went on a back to back trip to japan and then shanghai. she can be seen wearing the amulette de cartier in japan (josh was there) from june 11th, if you look closely through her instagram stories. she’s more clearly documented wearing it in shanghai starting on june 15th (she was alone for this leg).

her engagement was announced a little more than a month later. iirc, there was word on the street (online rumors) a few weeks before it was announced on july 24, that they were getting engaged. i guess that if you were to believe this official narrative, you might think the amulette was an engagement gift from josh that she could wear without the news getting out by wearing her ring. but my goodness, a symbol of protection during difficult times seems to be an odd choice as an engagement present (who pops the question with a necklace that’s a lucky charm made for times that require strength of heart against all odds?!)

so I’m sure you can see how this lends itself perfectly to the kaylor narrative.

*to provide some meta context, their trip to japan was at the time very painful for kaylors. the two were acting lovey dovey at a time when many were convinced they were about to break up, and they appeared very intimate (hand holding/cheek kissing) with each other in ways they really hadn’t in years prior. i think at the time, some saw this bump in pda as writing on the wall that an engagement rather than a breakup was coming. at the time i was a holdout but in hindsight, given the symbolic value of the amulette, it feels that way. btw all this was happening right after taylor got very very loud in spring 2018, when rep tour started and she debuted the rainbow dress and delicate pride speech and we had the caticorn rainbow ad, and so it was distressing at the time how it was like one step forward, two steps back for kaylor. but in hindsight, sheesh, simpler times!

so karlie wore the amulette a whole lot between the end of june and end of sep 2018. most memorably, i would say, to NYC pride and of course when she went to rep tour nashville.

iirc the last time she was seen wearing it in 2018 was on sept 28 2018? and she changed her IG profile picture to a picture with her wearing it, and it stayed like that for what feels like it was about a year. then of course we have taylor’s october 2018 AMA performance where there was this big set piece that looked so much like the amulette.. and a nod to it in 2019 as the little peephole on the door to the lover house

while it remained karlie’s profile picture for a long time, karlie didn’t post new photos of her wearing it again until march 2020, another time of difficulty for her with her fans (controversies about her kushner/white house connections in the early days of the pandemic and in an election year) she continued wearing it off and on, notably during her pregnancy, including in the pregnancy announcement video. id add pics of it but i’m over the pic limit!! but you can check the #cartier tag on my blog for more.

so yeah, you can see how these two periods of time have some thematic similarities for her—pivotal life moments both taking things to a new level—and how the amulette and everything it stands for just adds to the symbolism of it all… 🫠

#i’m emoshunul #kaylor #cartier #jewelry

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bleujae · 2 years

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•°•✿𝕄𝕪 ℂ𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕖✿•°•

✿ Summary: Jungwon, do you feel the pain now?

✿ Pairing: Jungwon x fem!reader

✿ Genre: fluff

✿ Word count: 2.4K

✿ Warnings: i don't think there's any....? *let me know if there's anything I should add ^^*

"I won't stop getting butterflies"

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Siyeon took her glasses off for a bit to rub her eyes. Her eyes hurt and felt like they were being strained from her long hours of coding. She had a big final project in two days in one of her coding classes and she already wanted it to end.

She usually wore contacts on a daily basis but on the weekends, she usually stuck to her large thick-framed black glasses. Especially on a day like today, she was too lazy to get ready in the morning so she chucked on her glasses and stayed in her comfy clothes.

She put her glasses back on and fully sat back up; however, as soon as she did, she slumped back. She blankly stared at her computer screen that she’s been staring at for the past two days. She sighed as she wished that the coding would all magically be completed so she didn’t need to stay in front of the computer for another set of long hours.

She’s already done everything she could today to refresh her mind. She called Jungwon for over an hour as she complained how tired she was, she took a walk around her apartment complex and she just took another walk two hours ago to a nearby convenience store to eat spicy ramen to destress her mind. When she was stressed and overworked, she found that spicy food cleared her mind a lot and made her feel a bit more refreshed than before. But now she had nothing else to do. She didn’t feel like going out of her apartment and she knew she couldn’t call Jungwon. Enhypen’s world tour was coming and the members were in the practice room day and night to prepare for it.

She groaned out as she laid her head on one arm rest and hung her legs over the other with her fluffy blanket on top of her face.

“Ugh I don’t wanna be doing any of this.” She grumbled to herself, her voice being muffled by the blanket.

She shot up from her seat when she suddenly heard the doorbell ring. She tilted her head, wondering if she had ordered anything recently.

She hesitantly stood up from her chair and walked over to the front door. When she looked at her little screen that was connected to the camera outside, she saw a girl that was maybe her age with a flower bouquet.

Still confused, she opened the door. “Hello?”

The girl gave her a bright smile and that’s when Siyeon saw that she was in some kind of uniform and had a helmet sitting next to the feet of the girl.

“Hello! I’m from Blume Flower Shop. We received an order and got the instructions from that person that we should deliver this lovely flower bouquet to you. You’re Yoon Siyeon, no?”

“Yeah, I am.” Siyeon said, receiving the bouquet. “Who is it from?”

“I’m sure you’ll know when you read the custom they wrote. It’s on the side of the bouquet if you want to read it.” The delivery girl responded, giving her one last smile. “Have a nice day!”

Siyeon tilted her head before closing the door. She inspected the flowers to distinguish what they were when a small card that was tied around the bouquet with a thin golden string caught her eyes. She opened the card and immediately a smile formed on her lips.

I know you’re working really hard. I know you can do it!

I hope these pretty pink tulip flowers will cheer you up.

Hwaiting, love~ <3

-Wonie

It felt weird that a small note could trigger automatic giggles coming out of her mouth but she couldn’t help it. There were always moments where she felt herself falling in love with her boyfriend all over again. It was always those small moments. Moments like these where flowers can be seen as such simple gestures. But the fact that he thought of this when he had a whole world tour to prepare for made her heart melt.

“Gosh I love him.”

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“Ja- let’s take a fifteen minute break!” The Enhypen boys cheered when their choreographer announced a short break, most of them falling down to the ground right on their spots.

Jungwon took out his phone and saw that he had a message from Siyeon. It was a picture of the bouquet that he had sent and she had put a heart emoji after that while thanking him.

“Ay ay Jungwonie is smiling at his phone again.” Heeseung announced to the whole practice room.

“I’m guessing she got the flowers?” Jay asked, making the younger male nod.

“It seemed that she really liked them.” Jungwon said, looking at the picture and text with a wide smile painted on his lips.

“Yeah it does. She posted it in her story too.” Sunoo waved his phone around, showing everyone her instagram story which made Jungwon smile even more.

“Aiyo- look how whipped he is.” Jake cooed. “How are you going to manage to be away from her for so long during world tour.”

“Ha…I don’t know…” Jungwon trailed off. “I’m gonna miss her so much.”

“Aye look, he’s so whipped.” Riki pointed out, making Jungwon’s cheeks become red.

“Ayo we obviously already knew that.” Of course Sunghoon would be the one to add fuel to fire instead of extinguishing it from the situation.

“Shut up…” Jungwon mumbled, turning his back on his members which only made the sounds of the laughter increase.

“You’re going to go visit her after practice, right?” Jay asked, receiving a nod from the wavy hair male.

“Mhm…I’m planning to get some snacks before going to see her. And bring the polaroid camera to show her. She’s always talked about having a polaroid camera between us so we can take cute pictures.” Jungwon pointed to the baby blue bag on the chairs that contained the small gift.

“Ja! Let’s get back to work!” The boys groaned as their choreographer came back into the room, clapping his hands to get the boys up on their feets again.

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I’m never going to finish this.

Siyeon groaned as she thrashed in her computer chair. She slipped her hands between her eyes and her glasses and whined at the lack of motivation she had. Her big black headphones were still covering her ears as she reached for her phone to play a different song.

“Maybe playing a more upbeat song will motivate me more.” She mumbled for herself. Her fingers automatically typed ENHYPEN in the spotify search bar and played their most recent song. She smiled as Future Perfect blasted in her headphones and she cracked her fingers before getting back to work.

With the music blasting through her ears, she didn’t hear the small beeps that were emitted from her front door which indicated there was someone putting in the code and entering the apartment. She most definitely couldn’t hear the small sound of footsteps softly padding to her room and the small squeaks that were made from the soft push on the door.

She let out a small squeak when she felt someone hugging her from behind, burying their face in her hair but she calmed down when she could smell a familiar scent.

“Wonie!” She squealed out. She turned around and immediately gave the male a hug, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck and bringing him close to her.

“Hey, love.” He chuckled as he brushed his hands through her hair and patted her back with her other hand.

They finally broke the hug and Siyeon was beyond happy to see her boyfriend’s face again. Especially after a long day of coding.

But Jungwon had his head tilted to the side like a cute little puppy and his eyes had a slight hint of confusion.

“Is something up?” She subconsciously pushed her glasses that were falling down her nose and that’s when it dawned on her.

Jungwon had never seen her glasses before.

Ever.

Siyeon gasped and buried her face into her thick blanket, afraid of what Jungwon would say with her glasses. To her, she looked nicer when she had her contacts in. She hated when people saw her with her without her contacts. That was one of the reasons she loved working at home. So she wouldn’t have to bother putting in contacts every morning to go to the library or a cafe. Rather she would just put on her glasses in the morning and spend the whole day not having to go through the pain of putting in and taking out her contacts.

And that’s why she felt absolutely mortified when she didn’t even realize that she had her glasses on in front of Jungwon.

She whined as she felt Jungwon tug on her blanket.

“Love, why are you hiding your face like that??” Jungwon questioned, trying to pry the blanket off her face.

“I don’t want you to see me with glasses.” Siyeon whined, refusing to let go of the blanket.

“But you look so cute.”

“No I don’t!” She exclaimed, her voice being muffled in the fabric of the fluffy blanket. “I wish I could look cute like those nerdy girls with the circle glasses but because my prescription is so high, my eyes look weird with my big glasses!”

The little tug of war game went on for quite a bit but unfortunately, Jungwon was stronger than her and was able to pry the blanket out of her grasp.

Before Siyeon could cover her face with her hands, Jungwon held her wrists and took his sweet time staring into her face.

“You look adorable with glasses. And I didn’t even think you could look cuter.” Jungwon cooed at the sight of his girlfriend, feeling the same butterflies he felt every time he would just look at her.

He couldn’t understand why she hated herself with glasses. The big framed glasses made his girlfriend look even smaller and cuter than she already did, if that was even possible. Especially with the comfy clothes that she was wearing she looked so endearing, he just wanted to put her in his pocket and carry her around.

“Really?” Jungwon felt like he was melting when he saw her look up but because her glasses were falling down, she was looking at him through the top of her glasses.

“Really. Now finish up the remainder of your project. I brought snacks for us and we can cuddle afterwards.” Jungwon gave her a slight peck and walked out of the room.

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Jungwon forgot that polaroid cameras could make sound when he took a picture. He internally panicked when he captured a picture of his girlfriend sitting on her computer chair with both of her legs up on the chair and focusing on her computer. And of course with her cute glasses. His eyes widened when Siyeon turned around.

“Did you just take a picture of me?”

“Uh- No?” Jungwon hid the polaroid camera behind him, along with the polaroid picture itself.

“I heard the click and the polaroid film coming out.” Sieyon narrowed her eyes as she lunged out of her chair and to Jungwon.

“Ah ah ah love.” Jungwon yelped as he put the polaroid camera and the film above his head, trying to protect it.

“Throw it out!” She whined as she jumped up to get the camera but mostly the picture.

“But you look so cute.” Jungwon pouted while he still tried to protect his camera and picture.

“I probably don’t!” She whined more as she jumped up, not realizing that she was pushing both of them closer to her bed.

“Got it!” She yelped as she was able to get the picture before Jungwon tripped and fell into her bed with her falling on top of him.

“HA! I got i-” She got cut off when she realized what position they had ended up in. She felt her cheeks become crimson red as she looked away.

Jungwon took the advantage to snatch the picture out of her hands.

“H-hey!”

Siyenn tried to take the picture back when she realized that it was out of her hands but Jungwon quickly placed a peck on her lips, shutting her up.

He fished his phone out of his back pocket and took off his phone case and put the picture in his phone case.

She gasped. “Jungwon, you have a clear phone case! What if people see?”

He shrugged as he put his phone back into his pocket. “I’ll put a pop socket on it or stickers to cover it partially. But I’m keeping it there so I can boast about my cute girlfriend.”

She blushed again as he cooed at her red cheeks and hugged her tightly, pecking her nose in an endearing way.

“My cutie.”

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Little Death and Taxes

Summary:

Taxes

Goddamn son of a bitch fucking taxes.

Aether rubs over his eyes one more time, the screen in front of him not getting any goddamn clearer. He sighs sharply, and ignores as best as he can the stabbing pain he gets from his ribs in return.

One stupid move and he’s out of this leg of the tour and put on tax duty.

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Aether is stuck at the ministry while the rest of his pack—sans Sunny—continue with the European Re-Imperatour. Dew sends him a video after the Ritual with the message ‘miss u’ attached.

It’s not what Aether expects it to be at all.

Pairing(s): Aether/Dew, Rain/Dew, Aether/Rain/Dew

Words: 6,615

Contains: Consensual Feminization, Crack Treated Seriously, Pet Names, Dirty Talk, Begging, Masturbation, Phone Sex, Webcam/Video Chat Sex, Dildos, Knotting, Dom/Sub, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Humiliation, Degradation, Crying, Dacryphilia, Breeding Kink, Impregnation Kink, Choking, Polyghouls, Mentions of Swiss/Dew, Sub Dew, Dom Rain, Aftercare, Safe Sane and Consensual

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Look at me, I think I’m clever with that title lol, but it was too good to resist. This fic is me playing around with the silly cracky headcanons that Aether was left behind to do taxes, but I put a little spin on it of my own. I also have wanted to do a feminization fic along with a phone sex/long distance sex fic for a while, so here we are lol.

Originally I started writing this before it was confirmed that Aether was technically no longer with the band, and I was incredibly sad about it because he’s my favorite Ghoul, but I decided that they can pry my Bigguns Boy from my cold, dead hands.

I don’t know how Rain got in there. He originally wasn’t intended to be, but once I thought of it, I knew I needed to add him lol.

Also a reminder that my versions of the Ghouls have no connection to the artists that play them. They’re demons summoned to be in a silly Satanic rock band and are polyamorous little goobers in between.

Unbeta’d, so if anything is weird or wrong, please let me know and I will fix it!

Read below the cut or on AO3 if you prefer that.

Taxes.

Goddamn son of a bitch fucking taxes .

Aether rubs over his eyes one more time, the screen in front of him not getting any goddamn clearer. He sighs sharply, and ignores as best as he can the stabbing pain he gets from his ribs in return.

One stupid move and he’s out of this leg of the tour and put on tax duty.

Aether makes a face at himself. Well…..that’s not exactly how it had gone down.

He was trying to be helpful, really. Trying to help bring something heavy down a tall ladder for a Sister of Sin too small to get it herself, and of course, in his deep-seated need to be useful , he had unfortunately misstepped and slipped off the ladder.

At the time he thought that the Sister was going to actually have a heart attack, however many pounds of sturdy ghoul and what else landing to the ground with a cacophonous crash right in front of her, and while Aether was able to calm her down with assurances that he was ok and walk away from the encounter, it was more than his pride that was wounded.

Three broken ribs. Broken enough that if he breathed too deeply or moved his body too quickly, a sharp stabbing pain would steal his breath right back and leave him lightheaded.

One might think that being a Quintessence Ghoul, he’d be able to heal himself right up no problem. However the thing about Quintessence Healing, was that it was a lot easier to use it on someone else rather than yourself, and every time Aether had tried, that sharp pain had racked his body enough that he couldn’t do anything more than alleviate it to where it wasn’t feeling like he was actually being stabbed.

He didn’t heal enough before the tour, and with an obviously heavy heart, Papa had made the hard decision to find a replacement rhythm guitarist for the opening leg of the Re-Imperatour.

There’s no ill will towards the Quintessence Ghoul that they summoned to replace him, dubbed ‘Phantom’ by the fans, and Aether even wondered how the slighter Quintessence Ghoul felt about the whole thing, being put on tour so soon after summoning. Aether had scrolled through many videos of those first few Ritual nights, watching the rest of his pack playing without him.

He’d be lying if he said it didn’t hurt to be away from them.

He’d be lying if he said that he wasn’t afraid it was going to be permanent.

Dewdrop had taken it the hardest of course. They were mates, and mandatory separation just wasn’t something they did . Every day before they left for the tour Aether watched Dew’s frown grow deeper and deeper, and it actually took a serious conversation from Aether to convince Dew to leave with the rest of their pack. Sex, kisses, and a few dozen promises to heal as fast as possible, so he could get back on the road with them where he belongs.

Get back next to Dewdrop where he belongs.

At least he has Sunny, who had come down with basically the Ghoul equivalent of a bad flu, and was also replaced by another Ghoulette since it was determined she wasn’t in touring shape either.

Ignoring the different stab of pain at the face of being unable to help Sunny because of his own injury, Aether tries his best to return his focus back on the computer screen in front of him.

Right. Taxes.

Goddamnit.

He once again curses his innate need to be helpful, and pushes back the voice in his head that reminds him how easily he can be replaced if he doesn’t show his worth.

When Sister Imperator had asked him if he would be willing to help her with something light while he was healing, he had metaphorically jumped on the chance. Showing initiative and a willingness to continue to serve and all that.

All it had gotten him was a dozen file folders jammed packed full of receipts and an order to categorize all of them and make sure every expense the band had made in the past year was accounted for. Aether didn’t even know until now that they even did taxes, but that’s what you get for having an incredibly profitable metal band as your way of turning the world towards Satan. No way to turn this into a non-profit now.

So he’s been working on the goddamn receipts for days now, almost a week, and he can feel a migraine preparing itself in the back of his eyes. It’s late, and he should probably crawl back into his nest, but it just smells like him and Dew, and without his little Fire Ghoul there to snuggle up against, it hurts almost as much as his ribs do.

Besides, he wants to stay up late enough to text and maybe call Dew, something they've been doing since the tour started. Dewdrop tells him the stupid shenanigans he and the rest of their pack have gotten up to on and off the stage, and Aether tells him how good he looks and how much doing taxes sucks and how Sunny is feeling. It’s all painfully domestic and Aether would enjoy it more were it not for the fact that he should be right along with them, and would know everything Dew was telling him already because he was there to experience it.

The spreadsheet on the computer isn’t making any more sense now than it was a few minutes ago, and Aether decides that he can at least take a break. Checking the time, he notices that it’s a little past the usual time that Dew tells him that the band is either back on the road heading towards the next Ritual, or spending a night in a hotel before they head off again in the morning. He reaches for his phone that he placed on the corner of his desk earlier, and looks to see if he has any messages.

There’s a couple of Snapchats probably from his other packmates, some other social media notifications, but the Quintessence Ghoul smiles when he sees that he has a text from Dew.

From: ~🔥Spitfire🔥~ ‘miss u’ There’s a video attached to the message, and even though the preview is black, Aether’s smile widens. Probably Dew just saying some stupid shit like, “You better call me as soon as you get this, asshole. Don’t leave me waiting or I’ll fall asleep on your ass.”

Without thinking, he clicks play on the video, and while it’s definitely from Dewdrop. It’s not what he expected at all .

He’d recognize that lithe body and that fall of straw blonde hair anywhere…..but what he doesn’t quite recognize, is the clothing he’s wearing. On second thought, the black strips of cloth covering him could hardly be described as clothing , and they’re hardly covering anything in the first place.

Aether watches, rapt as the video continues, and more and more and more details start to register.

Dew's cock it out for one; it takes an embarrassingly long time for that to click, but the rest of what’s going on in the video is so damn attention grabbing he can hardly be blamed can he?

The black strip of fabric that could hardly even be called a tube top stretches over Dew's chest, but the Quintessence Ghoul can still see the ring piercings bulging the fabric, leaving little to nothing to the imagination, and it’s almost more scandalous than if he were wearing nothing.

A black skirt is hiked up onto the Fire Ghoul’s hips, so much pale skin on display that it makes Aether dizzy and swallow as his eyes roam.

It’s strange how it takes him this long to realize that Dewdrop's head is not in the video, at least not all of it, but there are moments where his chin dips into the frame of the camera, and bright, fang bitten lips give him a flash of red that makes his cock jerk within his sweats.

Then it finally hits him all at once.

Dew sent him a video of himself jerking off.

Aether scrambles now to turn the volume up on his phone, hands already sweating as he starts the video over from the beginning, praying to Lucifer that he can take everything in from the very start with sound.

And oh Belial is there sound . Aether watches, clutching his phone so hard, as if he were afraid to drop it and miss something.

“Aeth~”

In the video, an arm covered in black fabric all the way to his bicep reaches down and grabs his cock between his kneeling knees, the flushed tip of it aimed at the camera, making Aether swallow roughly at the sudden and gripping urge to get that cute, hard little cock on his tongue. It always fits so well, just enough to be a comfortable and sinful little mouthful.

The tinny moans that come out of the Fire Ghoul’s mouth over the phone speakers are already driving Aether crazy, having not heard them in so, so, long. The Quintessence Ghoul swears, and adjusts his hard cock in his sweats, unable to stop himself from giving one hard squeeze and stroke. Just to take the edge off, he swears.

Eyes rapt, Aether watches in awe as Dew continues to run a hand steadily up and down his cock, pace very unlike himself. Usually when Dewdrop gets a hand on himself, as hard as he is right now, he’s pumping slick fingers up and down at a breakneck pace, trying to rush himself into orgasm since he’s not the type of Ghoul to deny himself any pleasure unless someone is making him.

Then he hears it, somewhere off screen, sounding like it’s coming from behind the camera.

“Go on now, don’t be shy, Firelily…..show him…..”

It’s Rain’s voice.

Aether nearly chokes on his own saliva at the harsh throbbing kick that his cock makes, the front of his sweats already starting to soak with pre-come. He doesn’t even have to look down to know that it’s true.

He also doesn’t have much time to ponder or even really even reflect on what Rain could possibly mean by, “show him” before he’s getting his answer, and what he sees makes him scramble to reach down and push his goddamn sweats and underwear out of the way and get the first real grip to his cock. The pleasure overwhelms him for a second and he closes his eyes, relishing in the feeling before snapping his eyes back open. His thumb taps quickly on the video to run it back a few seconds just so he can watch it again.

It takes a few seconds for Dew to actually do as Rain asked, but those few moments of anticipation make the reveal all worth it.

Dew whines, and sits up nice and tall on his knees instead of sitting back on them, and a dildo the same shade of his clothes comes into view. Thick, probably oh so long, and wet .

Aether can’t help but send a silent thank you down to Satan that that was one of the Water Ghoul traits Dewdrop had kept after his transition to Fire, because the idea that Dew could be ready to take anything up his ass without lube if you got him horny enough never failed to make Aether’s eyes nearly cross in pleasure.

Straining to keep his eyes open, Aether clicks the volume up on his phone a few more notches and continues to watch, uncaring now how his cock is out in the open and how he’s furiously stroking himself as he watches. Anyone could walk in on him at this exact moment and he wouldn’t even give a damn. He probably wouldn’t even look away, because nothing was more important to him in this moment than watching Dew poised with a dildo part-way in him, hand still stroking his cock in that teasing manner; the pain in his ribs doesn’t even register to him anymore as he waits for Rain’s instruction.

And what an instruction it is.

“What do we say for Aether, Sweetheart?” The tone is sickeningly sweet, and Aether can easily imagine the equally saccharine smile that plays across Rain’s features even though he’s nowhere to be found in the video itself.

Dew whines, and Aether pulls the phone closer to his face, watching with greedy violet eyes as the Fire Ghoul’s thighs quiver. How long has Rain had him riding on that dildo? Had he even let Dewdrop rise up from where the dildo fills him until that exact moment? What events led to Rain recording Dew and having the pale little Ghoul send it to him with the caption ‘miss u’ like it was some innocent little message?

Clearly the devious Water Ghoul had been stirring up Dew for a long while, because the whines and moans that slip out of his mouth, sometimes with a visual counterpart, are shaky and wild and wet . Dewdrop only gets that way when he’s been teased for a long time.

Has Rain been teasing him since before they arrived at the hotel? Since before they performed their ritual? Aether swears under his breath, accelerating the rate of his own stroking, panting harshly through parted lips. There’s so much he doesn’t know that he should know, and the fact that he isn’t in that hotel watching this live, stuck here doing taxes of all goddamn things, causes him to curse again.

Pre-come drips over his knuckles, the wet sound of his stroking amplifying as he hears Rain ask again, less nicely this time, what Dew is supposed to say.

What— oh Lucifer in Hell — what is he supposed to say ? The Quintessence Ghoul would be waiting with bated breath were he not wringing his cock with abandon now, twisting his wrist on the upstroke and dragging harder on the downstroke; pulling at his foreskin and exposing the head of his cock as another large pearl of pre-come trickles out of him and over his knuckles, adding to the mess that he’s making of himself.

Finally, Dew speaks, his chin to his chest and his mouth in view of the camera. Aether’s eyes snap to it.

“Miss your big, fat cock in my ass--”

“ Ah-ah! ” Rain admonishes with a displeased click of his tongue, and the pathetic little squeaking keen Dew utters makes Aether dizzy .

Dew swallows and tries again, his legs trembling with fervor now. Swallowing roughly himself, Aether can just imagine how much the pretty, pale little Ghoul in front of him wants to slam his hips back down onto that dildo and ride, ride, ride until he’s come all over himself.

“Miss your big fat cock in my c- cunt ,” Dew says, and Aether nearly blacks out from how quickly he grabs the base of his dick to stop himself from coming right then and there.

In his delirium and almost orgasm, Aether hears Rain coo, “ Good girl…. ”

Aether has to double his efforts to not come his fucking brains out.

It’s not something Dew and Aether do together do all that often, or really ever , but the Quintessence Ghoul has heard from many sources— read: Swiss and a bit from Rain himself —that when Dew gets desperate enough, he really likes it when you do everything to point out how small and pretty and delicate he looks. How much like a pretty girl he looks. When you put him in an outfit that really makes the scene that much more real to him, and get him so horny and dropped into subspace, he’ll admit how much he likes being someone’s baby girl . He doesn’t have to be a big, tough, prickly Fire Ghoul. He can be pretty and sweet and treated oh so kindly as well as oh so meanly.

But that kind of play is usually reserved for Swiss and Rain. Not for Aether. Sure, Aether calls him pretty and sweet, but he’s never made Dewdrop use that kind of language for himself. He’s never made Dew wear an outfit like this—there’s fishnets on his legs, fucking Hell— but hearing it over those speakers makes Aether yearn to hear it live, and the curses of being left behind once again as he throws his head back might as well be shouted from the rooftops with how vehemently he spits it.

“I miss it…..I need it~”

Aether keys back into the video and once again taps it back a few seconds. There is no way in any of the circles of Hell he’s going to miss a single goddamn thing in this video.

“And what do we say about Aether’s cock, Babygirl ?” Rain asks, sounding closer to the camera now, as if he were standing just off to the side of Dew. The part of his chin that Aether can see is turned away from the camera slightly, and he must be right because suddenly, a familiar hand comes into the frame and grips at Dew's throat, causing a choked off moan to croak out of the Fire Ghoul.

Then, the camera suddenly moves, and Aether’s eyes widen and his mouth gapes as the camera is pulled up and aimed directly at Dew's face, and really, Aether can do nothing more than start pulling at his cock again at the vision that Dew makes.

He’s been crying, of course he’s been crying. But this isn’t the ordinary cry that he sometimes pulls out of Dewdrop when Aether Doms him.

Black streaks of mascara run down his cheeks, his eyes glassy and filled with tears and frustration and rapture , so deep in subspace that he seems like he doesn’t even have it in himself to be embarrassed about Rain exposing his face. Some strands of hair are plastered to the side of his temples and neck; one adamant piece stuck to his lips, making him look all the more wild. And oh , his lips. That redness that Ather had caught glimpses of before wasn’t from Dew biting them, or at least, not just from Dew biting them. Pretty berry red lip gloss covers his mouth, and Lucifer, even his mustache is gone, his upper lip shaved smooth and pretty, probably just how Rain wanted him.

Speaking of the Water Ghoul, his hand is still clasped around Dew's throat, and Aether watches as it tightens just enough as Dew moans out.

“I miss it…..I need it~”

He’s so close to coming again, he can feel it deep in his hips, the all consuming want to come. Yet another part of Aether wants to drag it out, to see how this video ends, to come when Dew comes, if he does get to come, and that idea just drags another moan out of him as he strokes a little harder.

It takes a monumental amount of willpower to remove his hand from his cock, the head flushed and purple, wet. Aether imagines for a frantic second it’s wet because of Dew's slick, and the mental image actually makes his eyes roll back this time.

“Well…..” Rain says lowly, camera still aimed at Dewdrop's flushed face, and it seems that the Fire Ghoul has grasped at some modicum of brain cells, because his eyes are looking away from Rain, but that doesn’t stop the low grade whine that he’s got going on in his throat.

The throat that Rain decides to actually squeeze now, the indents of his fingers very clear as they grip at the sides of the sweet little Fire Ghoul’s neck.

“Eyes on me or you’re not getting anything,” Rain enunciates carefully, and Dew's eyes seem to do as commanded before the Ghoul himself can even recognize that the action is done. Aether still can’t see the Water Ghoul’s face, but he hears that sickly sweet tone again. “That’s it, Babygirl . I know how much of a dumb bimbo you become when your cunt is filled with cock, but you need to pay attention.”

Fuck, it should not turn on Aether to hear Rain be condescending to Dew as much as it does, but he can’t help the way his cock kicks and hits his belly, leaving a wet mark behind on his t-shirt. He grips the arm of his chair with his free hand to stave off the gnawing all consuming urge to pump and pump and pump his cock until he comes everywhere. He hasn’t felt the need to come this much is so fucking long.

A terrible pang of loneliness hits him then, and he chomps onto his bottom lip to give himself anything to focus on other than the sheer longing he has to be with the two ghouls in the video.

“’M not a bimbo……” Dew replies weakly, and Aether draws a deep breath in sympathy for the choked tone.

The condescending laugh Rain lets out shouldn’t sound so good to Aether’s ears.

“Oh?” Rain’s voice is innocent, before he seems to lean in and get incredibly close to Dew's ear. "Then why are you trembling so hard like it’s taking all of your brain and willpower to prevent yourself from bouncing on the fake cock splitting your soaking little pussy open?” He hisses.

All Dewdrop can do is keen wantonly at the dirty talk, his tears filled eyes rolling shut, making said tears slip down his face and wet his cheeks anew, his glossy red mouth open and panting. He finally seems to find his words, because he whines, “Because you told me not to….”

Rain takes pity on him then, or seems to, because he lets out a long suffering sigh. “Oh, I suppose you’re right….for once…..you have been a particularly good little girl for me tonight…..” He removes his hand from Dew's throat, and the Fire Ghoul gasps out a full breath, but that’s all he gets before Rain is leaning in close again. “Is it because you know I’m going to make you send this video to Aether? Is it because you wanna be a good slut for him?” He asks, conspiratorially.

Oh. Oh no.

That thought hadn’t occurred to Aether. Is this a special version of Dewdrop that’s only happening because Rain decided to involve Aether?

Rain doesn’t get an answer from Dew, and neither does Aether, because at that exact moment, the video stops.

His phone is ringing.

The name on the caller ID makes him swipe furiously and answer it, halfway—ok, probably a lot more than halfway—delirious with arousal and indignation and longing and a myriad of other things he doesn’t have the spare brain cells to name as he croaks and speaks for the first time in what feels like hours.

“ What the fuck ? ”

“Ah, so you did get it, good,” Rain replies. So nonchalant, as if he didn’t help send Aether enough wank fodder to supply him for the next century . “With how long it was taking you to respond, I was almost afraid you were asleep.”

Aether growls into the phone, and Rain actually laughs, apparently endlessly pleased. The Quintessence Ghoul always knew he was a mean, sneaky little thing when he wanted to be, and the very clear mirth in his voice just proves it.

“ What the fuck ?” Aether repeats, and Rain chuckles again, clearly amused.

“Didn’t think it’d get you this riled up, big guy…..”

A soft sound breaks over Rain’s end of the phone, and Aether hears Rain pull himself away from the speaker to say. “You hush or you’ll get nothing .”

A wave of arousal hits Aether so hard he almost gets vertigo. “He’s still—?” He starts to ask, gritted through his teeth, and Rain finishes the sentence for him.

“Waiting and whining like a little bitch in heat? Yeah, she is.”

Aether chokes on a moan. “F-fuck, Rain.”

Rain just laughs more. “You wanna see?”

Growling, Aether can’t help but reach for his cock again and squeeze .

“I’ll take that as a yes,” is the smarmy reply from the Water Ghoul. Aether hears movement on Rain’s side of the line again, and wonders what the fuck is happening before Rain answers simply for him. “Turn video call on.”

Aether nearly drops his phone pulling it away from his face to do just that. Thank Satan below he doesn’t, and he thanks Satan again as the video call connects, Rain’s camera pointed directly at the object of Aether’s desire.

Dewdrop is poised right where Aether had left off in the video, but has fallen apart even more. His legs are actually truly shaking with the effort he seems to be exerting. His face is bowed, until Rain says, “Babygirl,” and Dew's head wearily looks up. Even more of his hair is plastered to his messy face, but Aether thinks he’s fucking beautiful and he can’t help but growl, which makes Dew's head snap to attention now.

He whines, and Rain replies. “That’s right, he’s finally here…..”

Dewdrop sobs. Honest to Lucifer sobs . “ Aether ~” He cries loudly, like the Quintessence Ghoul has been the key to his salvation this entire time. And oh, how utterly blasphemous that thought is.

“I’m here, Firelily,” he groans, stroking faster, unable to help himself because while the video was great , this is happening in real time. And while it would be even better— right even—for him to be there, this is the next best thing. “What do you need?”

When Dew takes more than a second or two to answer, Rain replies, the camera approaching closer to the delicate and worn out little Fire Ghoul. And oh , how pretty he is with his trembling thighs and rock hard cock sticking out from that slutty little skirt. Aether can see the fishnet stockings better, and he doesn’t think he’ll be able to look at feminine clothing without imagining what Dew would look like in them for a long time. “Well, he asked you a question, didn’t he?”

Dew sobs again, his breath hitching as he wails, probably loud enough for the hotel neighbors to hear, but in his current state doesn’t seem to care about. “I need your cock— uhhngh — Aether! —I-I need to c-come ~!”

Aether just growls more, eyes unable to look away from the pathetic little display, on how Dew's cock kicks at his own confession, how his hands grip the bed sheets to his sides, white knuckle.

Rain must be a goddamn mind reader , because he proudly says. “I’ve been making her wait since she sent that video to you.”

Dew whines and screws his eyes shut at the pronouns, but doesn’t protest, opening them again after a few long seconds.

“ Good girl~ ”

It comes out of Aether’s mouth without permission, but once it’s out he can’t find that he regrets it with how Dewdrop reacts. He wails again, more tears streaming down his face, his cock absolutely pouring out pre-come. The Quintessence Ghoul bets that if the camera angle were different, he’d be able to see Dew's slick drooling and dripping down the dildo still perched inside him, not deep enough to satisfy at all .

Rain nearly cackles. “Hear that, Pretty Girl? Well….I think we can finally move to the main event.” He moves, and Aether hears him shuffle onto the bed, front and center across from Dew, and the big Ghoul growls again to see that he was right, the dildo is absolutely covered , as are the sheets below the trembling Fire Ghoul.

“Go on Princess….” Rain growls himself. “Show and Tell time…..”

Dew nearly ragdolls in relief as he finally, finally sits back down on the dildo, and the near shrieking moan would have Aether worried about noise complaints normally, but right now? He couldn’t give two flying fucks. He watches as Dew starts to bounce, riding and wailing and moaning and sobbing . Aether strokes along with his pace, and he can just about pretend that this beautiful creature is riding him, that he’s actually making Dew that wanton, that desperate .

“Tell him what you really want, Princess,” Rain commands, and Dew doesn’t even think to disobey him.

“Want you to knot in-in my pussy, Aeth—oh fuck ~” He whines and throws his head back, a fountain of hair flying behind him at the motion, bouncing on the dildo with true abandon now. However, he seems to remember some rule that Aether was never privy to and brings his head back forward, his face partially hidden by the straw colored strands that follow, but glassy, tear filled eyes stare right at the camera, practically into Aether’s soul. “Fill it up….m-make it—make it catch. ”

Aether can’t keep his mouth shut after that. How could he? How absolutely could he with the vision in front of him now? With Dewdrop pleading so sweetly, riding the simulacrum of his cock so desperately?

He lets loose utter filth. Praises Dew , tells him what a pretty girl he is, what a perfect little bimbo Princess he’s being. How good he was following Rain’s orders, and how amazing he looks, strung out in wanton abandon but still wanting more, more, more. The Quintessence Ghoul can feel his knot starting to inflate, something he hasn’t felt since before his pack members left, and he growls sharply, his fangs showing, and he knows that Dew sees them by how he tilts his head back and to the side, offering his neck, offering his submission. Aether feels a little bit of drool slide out of his mouth at the thought of sinking his teeth into that plump little scent gland, drowning himself in pheremones until he’s fucking drunk with it, but he doesn’t care. All that matters is coming and making the perfect little Ghoul in front of him come his stupid whore brains out.

“Gonna come—” he warns with a grunt, the feeling of his arousal along with the vision Dew makes rocketing him so very close to the edge.

“Yeah—you gonna knot her little pussy? Gonna knock her up?”

If Aether had the wherewithal, he’d notice Rain panting, but he just continues to fuck his fist, determined to come, needing it more than he feels like he needs to breathe.

And he agrees, agrees with Rain and tells Dew so. “Gonna knot— need to knot. Gonna tie so tight in your cunt, Baby…it’ll— fuck —you’ll be so full of me…..”

“Need it, need it, need it~! ” Dew all but shrieks, slamming himself down on the dildo so hard it’s actually shaking the bed, probably knocking the frame against the wall. If Aether were there, really doing this to him, the same thing probably would be happening anyway, so Aether can’t find it in himself to care, not when he’s this close.

And he is close, and he tells Dewdrop so. “Close…..almost there, Baby….here it comes— here it comes !”

“ Come in me—Come in my cunt~! ”

With that, and a particularly hard squeeze to his knot by his own hand, Aether does. He growls sharply, loudly into the speaker, and Dew slams the dildo home one more time before they’re both coming, shouting each other's names as if their infernal lives depend on it.

Their subsequent orgasms seems to last forever, Aether coming all over his shirt and his sweats, Dew coming without a single touch to his fucking dick, as if all he really needed was a cock in his ass to come so fucking hard. Aether’s cock gives another sharp kick at that, and he groans again, feeling the swell of his knot and squeezing it again, pretending for just another moment that it actually was buried deep inside Dew.

The comedown from the orgasm seems to last an eternity as well, but finally, the fog of arousal begins to clear from Aether’s mind, followed quickly by a deep loneliness. Yes, he just quite possibly had one of the best orgasms of his infernal life , but he wasn’t actually with Dewdrop and Rain, and as he watches Rain reach for Dew from behind the camera, cup his face and praise him heartily—the sweetness in his tone real this time—the Quintessence Ghoul can’t help but sigh and shut his eyes.

His attention is brought back to Rain saying his name, and he opens his eyes again to see Rain has turned the camera on himself.

“Hey, I’m gonna do some cleanup and aftercare with him and then we’ll call you back, ok? It’s easier to do it without holding the camera….” His tone seems apologetic, but Aether offers him a weak smile.

“Go ahead, I gotta do some cleanup myself,” he glances down at his soaked shirt, tucks himself back into his sweats with a small grimace, and Rain laughs, this time not a tinge of cruelty in it.

“Sounds good, I’ll call back ASAP, ok?”

Aether tries not to let the sting in his heart affect his smile. “Alright, talk to you soon.”

His phone goes dark as the call ends.

Once it does, he realizes it’s the only light in the room, the laptop in front of him long asleep. Aether sighs, sets the phone face down on the desk, leans back in the chair, closes his eyes, and just lets himself wallow.

He misses his pack, he misses their scents, their laughter not played through a tinny electronic speaker. He misses dinners and rituals and touching them and—

Aether paws at the tear that slips out.

Goddamnit.

There’s no one to blame but himself, and he sighs, sadness turning into anger and frustration at himself, and he moves, flicking on the desk lamp and reaching more vigorously for the box of tissues than he needs to, and that’s when his injured ribs seem to reawaken and remind him even more of his stupid mistake.

He tries to clean himself up as well as he can, but quickly finds it’s a lost damn cause and simply sheds his shirt, allowing it to fall to the floor. It caught the most of his orgasm anyways. He dutifully ignores his bruised torso in favor of shoving the dirtied tissues into the garbage.

Reaching up and rubbing at his face, he tries to stave off an oncoming headache. Sighing, he stands and moves, taxes altogether forgotten. He’s going to go lie down and wait.

Shuffling towards the bathroom, he rids himself of his stained sweats and underwear, uses the toilet, and downs one and a half glasses of water before padding to his wardrobe to change into something soft and clean.

He grabs his phone from the desk and approaches his nest, flopping down onto it and hissing when his ribs protest. He tells them to shut up and tries to get as comfortable as he can alone in his sea of blankets and pillows.

He tries not to stare at the blank screen, tries not to turn it on too often to see how time has passed. He knows aftercare is important and it can take a while, especially after an intense and probably long scene like that one, but he can’t help but be antsy, waiting and waiting for the phone to ring.

It does, eventually, and Aether accepts the video call on the second ring. Once the camera connects, his heart melts.

It’s an overhead view of Rain and Dew snuggled in the hotel bed, white sheets pooled around them. Dew's whole face is buried into Rain’s neck, and Aether tries not to speak too loud. He looks asleep.

He also tries not to be disappointed in that.

“How’d it go?” He asks.

Rain smiles and shifts, getting more comfortable. “Pretty good…..” he then hesitates and Aether frowns softly. “He kept asking for you for a bit….”

Aether’s eyes shut and they both share a little private moment of agony. “Yeah?” he croaks, opening his eyes.

Rain nods, finally settling into what seems like the perfect cuddle position. Aether tries fiercely not to be jealous. “But I let him know we were gonna call you after we were done cleaning up.”

It strikes Aether suddenly, that throughout that entire encounter, he didn’t see Rain come. His frown deepens. That wasn’t fair, was it?

“Are you? Did you—?”

It comes lamely out of his mouth, and this time he internally thanks Rain for his somehow mysterious ability to read minds when he needs to because he smiles and shakes his head.

“I’m alright,” he says from where he’s pressed into Dewdrop's hair. “He got me off several times before we even got the dildo in….isn’t that right?” He aims the question at the Ghoul cuddled into him, kissing at that wild straw hair, and Dew grumbles, nipping at the gills at Rain’s neck before turning his eyes towards the camera. His face is clear of makeup, but his eyes are still red, as is his nose, and he sniffs a little bit.

Aether can’t help himself. “Hi, baby….” he coos softly, and the Fire Ghoul trills back at him, pressing his face into Rain’s neck again, but keeping one eye open and on the camera.

A flash of pain clenches Aether’s heart. “Wish I was there with you,” he admits pathetically.

Dew makes a noise at that. “Heal faster,” he demands, his voice rough and funny sounding with his cheek smooshed into Rain’s collarbone.

The Water Ghoul rolls his eyes. “Take your time ,” he says, nudging Dew, who simply scoffs.

They sit in silence for a long moment, enjoying the company however they can share it, before Dew whispers. “Miss you….”

Aether’s heart breaks all over again. “Miss you too, Firefly….”

The silence isn’t quite as enjoyable after that. Dewdrop yawns after a while, and Rain sighs, defeated. “It’s late,” he admits, even though they all know it is. They should get on with it. They should go to bed because they probably have to get on the road tomorrow, and Aether, well, he’s got piles of receipts to attend to. However it becomes increasingly obvious that none of them want to hang up, especially when Dew whines softly in protest when Rain suggests they go to sleep.

The Water Ghoul bites his lip. “Here, how about this….” and he starts to move, making Dew protest again. Rain simply shushes him and shuffles them onto their sides, propping the phone up on the bed so Aether can see the both of them. They look so comfortable, and Aether yearns . “Tell us about your day,” Rain says softly, nudging Dewdrop, who watches Aether with tired yet fond eyes.

And Aether does exactly that, trying to think of anything to talk about to keep the call going. In turn, Dew—mostly Rain if they’re being honest—tells him about their day, fills him in on the tour, the rest of their pack members, until even Aether starts to fall asleep in the middle of a sentence.

“Miss you,” he says. The two Ghouls on the other line rumble in agreement. “Love you,” he adds.

“Love you too,” Rain replies easily. Dew stays quiet, and Aether tries not to let it hurt him.

“See you next time you come home…..” he says instead, not quite remembering when that will be, but it’s the sentiment that counts, that keeps him going.

Rain and Dew mumble agreements, but again, no one reaches to turn off the call. They just stare at one another, until Aether finally loses the battle and his eyes slip closed, the last thing he sees before he drops off into sleep is Dewdrop mouthing—

“I love you.”

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