#so i was thrilled when they contacted me for a photoshoot

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types of kisses with billie eilish ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

synopsis: as your very loving girlfriend, billie likes to give you all kinds of kisses...

tags/warnings: established relationship, fluff, it's a little suggestive toward the end but nothing outwardly explicit!!

word count: 1,106

author's note: i am entering finals week soon so i haven't had much time or energy to write much 💔 but i am working on longer fics! i wanted to just throw this out here bc the idea came to me randomly in the middle of the night and i just had to make this so here we are 😭 i really hope you guys enjoy!

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Hurried kisses

These types of kisses are usually given on the days where Billie has a busy schedule; the days where you cling to her in bed like a koala, refusing to let her leave your side, craving the warmth of her body. Billie often made herself late to her whatever interview or photoshoot she had scheduled for that day, kissing every inch of your face while standing in front of the door, her brother blowing up her phone and begging her to hurry up – but Billie could never leave the house without completely smothering you in quick, chaste kisses. On the days where she was really in a hurry, quickly grabbing any necessary belongings on her way and not even bothering to eat a quick breakfast, she could only afford to give you one little peck on the lips, but even that was enough for you.

Surprise kisses

Billie gave you surprise kisses all day, every day. One of her favorite things to do is sneak up behind you while you're doing the dishes, folding laundry, or doing any other task that keeps you distracted, and wrapping her arms around your waist, her lips quickly making contact with your cheek. Every time, it would startle you, and Billie would always run off, leaving you a flustered mess, her contagious giggles filling the room. Sometimes, her surprise kisses would catch you off guard in other ways – there have been countless moments where you'd be in the studio with her, sharing your opinion on what she should add or change about a particular song, and in the midst of you speaking, she'd briefly interrupt you to kiss you. If you asked why she felt like doing that all of a sudden, she'd always say, “Because you're so cute. And I love you. Sorry.”

(And if the cute little grin on her face was any indication– you knew she wasn't sorry. And that she'd do it again. But you couldn't even be annoyed. You loved her too much).

Sneaky kisses

These kisses tend to be the most fun. These are the ones that Billie will give you in her dressing room as she's about to go on stage, the door closed but unlocked, the both of you feeling the thrill of possibly being caught. Sometimes, she'd have to be on stage in just a few minutes, but even then she'd never pass up the opportunity to have you to herself even if just for a small moment. Even during rehearsals, when you're off to the side watching Billie warm up her beautiful voice, she'd always plant a kiss on your lips in between songs every now and then, the quick pecks acting as motivation for her to get through the rest of the practice. She also loved sneaking in kisses at the afterparties for award shows. As much as Billie loved the loud music and crowded rooms, sometimes she just needed to pull you outside or to the bathroom just to kiss you breathless, smudging whatever lipstick you chose to wear that night in the process. She wasn't afraid to show you this affection in front of others, either. Paparazzi was everywhere, but that didn't stop her from sharing a kiss with you under the strobe lights.

Long-distance kisses

Whenever Billie was away, she'd still find a way to smooch you. You spent many nights alone in her house (not completely alone with Shark keeping you company), facetiming Billie while she was in some other city miles and miles away, alone in her hotel room. Even if it was well past midnight, she'd never forget to call you and ask you how you've been doing, listening attentively to how your day went and everything you did. She'd always smile at you fondly while you were speaking, staring at you like you hung the moon and the stars. Often, the two of you fell asleep on the call; but on the nights where you actually remembered to end the call, Billie would always send you flying kisses, making the mwah sound extra dramatic and loud, making you chuckle. As cheesy as it was, you always pretended to catch them, sending her kisses back.

Long-distance kisses also came in the form of photos. If you were at work, bored out of your mind, you would conveniently receive a text message from Billie. Upon opening it, sometimes you'd be greeted with a slightly blurry photo of Billie making a kissy face to the camera, with an accompanying message saying something along the lines of: I miss you. Love you so much. Can't wait to come back home so I can kiss you for real ♡

Those messages always got you through even the busiest of work days.

Passionate kisses

These kisses were always reserved for when the both of you were in the privacy of Billie's home. These were the kisses that she'd give you if she was away on a tour for a while and you couldn't come with– perhaps because your schedule didn't align with hers or because you had some family emergency. When she'd come home, you were quick to run into her open arms, and Billie wasted no time in showing you how much she missed you through one long, slow, open-mouthed kiss, one that made strong feelings of desire pool within you and your breathing uneven. During these kisses, Billie's hands would never stay in one place, caressing every dip and curve of your body, gripping you tightly in certain places, and the possessiveness of her touch always made you swoon.

Sharing a passionate kiss with Billie was also a common occurrence after date nights, when the both of you had the time for those and it had been a while since you two spent quality time together. There had been many moments where you'd be sitting across from Billie at some high-end restaurant, and she'd be sitting across from you, eyeing you hungrily like a wolf stalking its prey. You loved wearing specific clothing items that would drive Billie crazy, like a distracting, low-cut top. She'd keep it together for the remainder of the date, of course, but the second the two of you got home, she was pouncing on you, kissing you with so much need and want that it was enough to make your knees weak. It was always straight to the bedroom those nights, where Billie's lips would trail further and further down, leaving no inch of skin unkissed.

In short, being in a relationship with Billie meant more kisses than you could handle. But you were certainly not complaining about that.

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(UN)FINISHED CHEMISTRY

a/n: This second part was requested. Enjoy!

PART 1: (UN)FINISHED BUSINESS

jude bellingham x exgf!reader

warnings: a bit suggestive... Also, someone teach me how to come up with titles.

summary: Not enough time has passed for them to see each other again, yet Jude and she are forced to interact once more in another of Adidas’ “wonderful” campaigns. This time, though, they’re a bit closer...

The second photoshoot wasn’t supposed to happen so soon. In fact, they had both hoped to avoid each other for as long as possible, but fate—or rather, Adidas—had other plans. Just two weeks after their last encounter, they found themselves in another sterile, brightly lit studio. This time, the set was more intimate. Dimmed lights, softer tones, and a background that screamed "romance." It was all part of Adidas’ latest campaign for their new sportswear line: “Body connection.”

Right. Body connection.

Jude arrived first, dressed in a fitted black T-shirt and grey sweat pants, his athletic physique on full display. He scanned the room, taking in the atmosphere. The set was designed to look like a private gym, sleek and modern, with cushioned mats, low lights, and a few props—an exercise bench, a yoga mat, and a punching bag. It all screamed tension and sweat.

It would’ve been the perfect setting for anyone else. But when she walked in, the air shifted.

She appeared, effortlessly stunning in a sports bra and high-waisted leggings, both in deep navy that contrasted beautifully with her skin. Her hair was tied up this time, giving her a fierce, no-nonsense look. But Jude saw the way her eyes flickered when they landed on him. She was nervous, just like last time.

But it was different today. The tension wasn’t just from unfinished business or bitter memories—it was from the photoshoot brief itself.

The photographer clapped his hands as soon as she stepped onto the set. “Alright, everyone! Let’s pick up where we left off. This time, we’re focusing on physicality. I want to see raw energy, that connection. Jude, you’re going to be guiding her through some workout moves. Maybe a bit of flexibility. Close contact. Real, physical chemistry.”

Physical chemistry.

Jude swallowed hard.

Her breath hitched.

As she stepped closer, her face unreadable, they stood barely a foot apart. The energy between them crackled, and neither could deny it this time.

“Alright, let’s start with something simple. Jude, stand behind her and guide her through some stretching. Show her how to do it right,” the photographer directed, oblivious to the wildfire about to ignite between them.

Jude moved behind her as instructed, his body looming over hers as she bent forward, preparing for the stretch. His hands hovered just above her hips hesitant before they made contact, his touch firm but gentle as he guided her posture. His fingers splayed over her waist, his thumbs grazing the skin just above her waistband. She stiffened for a moment, the contact electrifying, but forced herself to stay composed.

"You’re tense," he whispered against the back of her neck, so low only she could hear. "You need to loosen up."

She wanted to snap back at him, to tell him to keep his hands to himself, but his touch—it was familiar. Too familiar. Her skin tingled where his fingers rested, her pulse quickening in a way that both thrilled and terrified her.

Jude’s voice was controlled, low and steady, but there was a heat behind it that wasn’t just for the camera. “Lean into me.”

She hesitated, her body betraying her as she shifted her weight slightly back. She could feel the hardness of his chest pressing into her back, his breath grazing her ear. He leaned in closer, their proximity leaving nothing to the imagination.

She bit her lip, trying to suppress a smile as his breath ghosted across her neck. “This is supposed to be professional.”

“Right,” he said, his voice teasing. “Because nothing says professional like having your ex feel you up.”

She rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress the flutter of excitement his words ignited within her. The pull between them was undeniable, and Jude could sense it.

The photographer was completely oblivious to the tension building between them. “Perfect, perfect! Now, Jude, step in front of her. I want you two to do some light sparring, playful but intense.”

They broke apart, and for a second, she felt a strange emptiness where his body had been. Shaking it off, she took her stance, fists up, eyes locked on his. This time, she was ready to match him, toe to toe. Jude grinned, that infuriatingly confident smirk tugging at his lips.

“Don’t hold back,” he murmured, raising his fists. “I know you want to punch me.”

The playful challenge in his voice lit a fire in her, and she threw a light punch at his chest. He caught her wrist with ease, spinning her around so her back was against him once more, his arm wrapped securely around her waist. The motion was swift, almost too quick for her to react, and suddenly she found herself pinned against his body, her breath hitching as his grip tightened.

Of course, the photographer was delighted.

For a split second, the world fell away. It was just the two of them. His hand on her stomach, his breath at her neck, his body flush against hers.

“Easy,” he whispered, his lips dangerously close to her ear. His fingers slid along her skin, resting just under her ribs as if he knew exactly what he was doing to her. The heat between them was almost unbearable now.

She felt the muscle in her jaw tighten, trying to keep herself from melting into him. “Let go of me.”

Jude’s smirk deepened, but he released her slowly, savoring the feel of her slipping from his grasp. As she turned to face him, her cheeks flushed, her eyes bright with a mixture of anger and something else, she realized they were far beyond the point of pretending.

"Alright, alright, let’s move on," the photographer called, completely unaware of the silent storm brewing between them. "Jude, lift her like you’re helping her with a pull-up. Close contact, show that strength. We want it to look intense.”

Jude raised a brow, and she shot him a warning glance. “Careful Bellingham…”

He chuckled shortly and stepped forward, slipping his hands around her waist again, this time lifting her effortlessly off the ground as she gripped a pull-up bar above her. As her legs wrapped instinctively around his waist for balance, she felt the undeniable semi-hard length of him pressing against her.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” she muttered, half to herself, half to him.

She could feel his breath on her lips, his heartbeat against her own. Her body was practically molded to his, and for a moment, the rest of the room faded into oblivion.

Jude held her there, his hands pressing into her lower back, fingers digging in just slightly. “As if this were easy for me,” he murmured, his voice rough, his lips grazing her ear as he lowered her back down slowly.

The words hit her like a punch to the gut. Did he miss her or did he just hate her? He was playing with fire, and they both knew it. Her breath came faster, her pulse racing as his grip tightened just slightly, their bodies still pressed together.

“You’re tickling me,” she muttered, her voice breathless, but even as she said it, her hands slid down to rest against his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing.

For a second, she thought he might kiss her. His eyes darkened, flicking to her lips, and she could see the struggle within him—the same one she was battling. But instead, he pulled back just enough to let her go, a teasing smirk playing on his lips.

“I’m not falling Y/N,” he whispered again, that same taunting edge in his voice.

She half-pouted, but before she could respond, the photographer chimed in with one final instruction, completely oblivious to the electric storm between them. "That’s a wrap! Great work, guys! The chemistry is unreal."

Jude gave her one last lingering look, his eyes burning with unspoken words, and then he stepped away, leaving her standing there, her body still buzzing from the contact.

As he walked off set, she let out a shaky breath, trying to steady herself. She hated him. But God, she wanted him too.

As the crew began packing up, Y/N stayed rooted to the spot, still feeling the echo of Jude’s touch on her skin. The room had returned to its normal buzz of activity, but her mind was somewhere else, replaying the weight of his hands on her waist, the heat of his breath on her neck, the pressure against her bum...

She reached for her phone, half-expecting to find some mundane message from her manager or a notification of an app. Instead, her heart skipped a beat when Jude’s or rater, the contact named: that arrogant jerk, flashed across the screen.

Body conection? Nailed.

Her breath caught in her throat. She stared at the message for a long moment, the flickering studio lights casting a dim glow across the phone’s screen. She didn’t know what to say—didn’t know if she should say anything at all. It had been months since she had entered his chat.

A second text buzzed in before she had time to think.

Any idea when round three is?

Her pulse raced, her thumbs hovering over the keyboard. She bit her lip, the mix of amusement and desire swirling inside her like a storm. Every nerve in her body screamed for her to resist—to keep up the wall she’d built between them and left him on read—but a small part of her, the part that still remembered how things used to be, was tempted to tear it down.

She started typing, paused, then erased the words before starting again. Finally, she sent a single, teasing reply.

Don’t get too comfortable, Bellingham. Next time, I’m throwing the punch.

A few seconds later, her phone buzzed again.

His response came almost immediately.

Can’t wait.

She let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. It was far from over.

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Bridal Visions: Photoshoot #4 - Sumeru Bridal - Worse Things

Summary: You really shouldn’t have been surprised that Alhaitham looked quite so good in a suit, even if it was more lightly colored than his usual outfits. But then, you’d been a little bit too distracted by the vaguely flustering notion of posing in wedding clothes with him. But then, there certainly were worse things. And there were definitely worse partners.

Type: Female reader/ 800 Followers Event/ series/ sfw/ fluff/ Chiori is shipping/

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Word Count: 1251

I had to admit, it was odd seeing Alhaitham in a traditional wedding suit. And the fact that it was beige, paired with a dark green, rather than his usual black, made it even odder.

But even with those oddities, I couldn’t deny that he looked amazing. Perhaps even frustratingly so, considering he usually did look annoyingly good.

He’d been a clever choice for modeling wedding attire, and though I didn’t know her, I could tell that the designer, Chiori, was thrilled with his presence.

Traveler had picked well, and I had no doubts that they’d received the full reward for their commission of finding people to model these clothes simply because of Alhaitham. Though personally I still felt like Layla, Nilou, or Candace would have been far better choices than me.

So would Dehya, but she’d shot down that idea so quickly that there was no way she would’ve done this. Even if she did love clothes and would’ve doubtless enjoyed every second of this. 

But she had already made plans with Dunyarzad anyway…

So here I was in the deep green lehenga skirt and matching top that had been designed for the Sumeru section of this bridal line rather than any of the other women whom I felt would’ve been better choices.

And one thing about it, I could tell that no expense had been spared in the design of my outfit. 

At the very least, I was fairly certain that all of the jewelry I had on, from the necklace and earrings to the headpiece, was all pure gold.

I fidgeted with my sheer veil, doing my best to ignore the sheer drama of my outfit as I walked over to the steps where Alhaitham sat. Somehow wholly unbothered despite the fact that we were modeling incredibly nice bridal clothes as a couple.

And even with how gorgeous his outfit was, it was obvious that I was the centerpiece of the photo with how brilliantly colored my clothes were. As if the gold trim hadn’t been enough.

Which was perfectly ridiculous considering most anyone would be looking at his face rather than any part of my outfit.

“Alright, I want you to sit here on the step between his feet. When I give the signal, you two look at each other,” Chiori instructed as she gestured to the steps as Alhaitham looked up. Utterly relaxed as we made eye contact.

I sat carefully, following Chiori’s instructions to fan out the massive, and frankly speaking, gorgeous skirt before I was finally settled enough to glance back at Alhaitham as he finished adjusting the skirt so it rested on the steps to the left of him.

“You don’t usually wear clothes that are lightly colored, but they look really good on you,” I smiled as I spoke. Willing myself to relax and not think too much about any of this.

I was just here to model some wedding clothes with Alhaitham. Nothing more, and nothing less.

He met my gaze directly, his eyebrows lifting, and I felt my smile spread at his expression before I continued. Knowing perfectly well why he didn’t wear these sorts of clothes, “Though I will admit they are rather eye-catching.”

A smile almost flickered onto his face as a flash of amusement went through his eyes and his lips twitched, “I doubt anyone will be looking at me.”

His words matched my own thoughts regarding how utterly fancy my outfit was, but his phrasing was almost enough to make me flustered.

But I reined it in and shook my head, reaching out and patting his knee that was beside me affectionately, “Don’t sell yourself short.”

“And, freeze!” Both of us went still in the sudden directions, with me smiling teasingly up at him as he simply held eye contact.

I felt myself relax as soon as the flash from the camera had dimmed, and I could already hear both Chiori and the photographer talking, “It’s not bad, but…. I think it would be better to get the skirt in motion, don’t you?”

I glanced over to see Chiori staring at both of us pointedly, and I felt my eyebrows lift slightly before I glanced back over at Alhaitham, who’d already stood and was looking down at me.

He held out his hand, and I smiled half-awkwardly, quietly accepting it and standing alongside him as Chiori spoke, “Could you two move over here. I want you to hold her hand as she twirls….”

He nodded, still holding my hand as I gathered up my skirts in one hand as best I could before nodding over at him.

I followed his lead over to the side before letting go of my skirts and glancing over at Chiori, who’d already moved out of the line of the camera.

She nodded, and I spun as Alhaitham held up my hand. And at the last second I looked towards him. Smiling at the sensation of my skirts flaring around me as my eyes met his. 

A smile flickered across his face, either at my giddiness or the raw amount of fabric swirling around me as the golden embroidery and jewelry I wore twinkled in the sunlight.

I slowly spun to a stop as I heard the tell-tale click of the camera’s shutter, and I looked towards where Chiori stood with the photographer. My hand staying locked in Alhaitham’s, where they hung between us as we waited to see what she might say.

And after a moment she nodded and looked up at the two of us, “Looks good. I’ll send your payment through the Adventurer’s Guild.”

I felt myself smile, nodding as I exhaled in relief and started to turn to go before pausing. I frowned at my skirts as I bent slightly to once again gather the layers of green and gold.

Alhaitham watched me, tilting his head slightly, “Do you want me to walk you back to your changing area?”

I paused, blinking up at him in slight surprise before smiling and nodding. Feeling oddly touched by his offer even as I nodded, “Sure.”

“Hmm, while the two of you do that, we might get one more shot of you two walking away,” The photographer spoke up, and we both turned to look her way before I nodded.

“Feel free,” Alhaitham’s answer was nonchalant, and I felt myself smile. Snickering slightly at both his words and tone as he reached out and took my hand once more before we took off.

Walking away and largely ignoring both the camera and the photographer snapping pictures from behind us as I glanced at him, “So do you think you’ll want to go with beige and green when you get married?”

I grinned at him, teasing him slightly as he glanced my way before looking back forward with a single quirked eyebrow, “Who knows. Maybe we’ll get these clothes for free since we modeled them and they were made to our measurements.”

I blinked before feeling myself frown slightly at his words, hesitating slightly before I spoke, not fully voicing the implications of what that would mean, “That would mean we’d have matching bridal attire, though… Nice, matching bridal attire.”

He lifted one shoulder, perfectly unbothered in a way I honestly felt only he could be, “There could be worse things.”

I paused before feeling myself smile as he glanced my way, and I nodded as I felt a smile work its way back onto my face, “There certainly could be.”

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It's a Journey

My nephew came through last night for a few hours. I love it when the children come and see me, it feels like the way its supposed to be, the young people checkin' in on their elders. He lives two blocks away, so visiting is a bit more regular for him than others who live further away. I appreciate his diligence, but I also know he gets something out of his sessions, guidance about his life, work and complicate emotions.

This is a role I very much enjoy playing, I am not the parent, and my non-traditional lifestyle, and choices have lead to an eclectic number of experiences with work and life. I feel I am in a unique position to provide relevant, competent and interesting feedback to the lives young people live today.

Air-dropping a photo of me from twenty years ago, he commented on my having a mustache, different than the bushy unkempt facial hair now and how much younger I looked. #BitchIAintOldNow I told him to check out the rest of the photo. He than begin to notice some of the pieces, and arrangements of walls and furniture. The bed wasn't in the center of the room, it was pushed against wall, with the microwave and fridge at the foot of the bed, next to the plastic set of drawers that have followed me since my time in 109 in Williamsburg, my first apartment.

The windows are in their in-between state from my attempt to strip the paint from the beautiful wood that had been covered with sedimentary levels of paint over years, this is something I would later rectify during lockdown and my rona-vations. He immediately noticed my collection of foreign currency wasn't on the wall to the left of the window but instead had contact sheets from photoshoots in the nineties pinned to the wall. The space hadn't found its identity, but was making its way there.

The lesson from me to him, was its a journey. I had accumulated certain pieces that still remain in the apartment but I hadn't come to find a harmonious way to present those items, and that I knew he too would find a similar resonance in his own home.

Even with this I proceeded to show him good and bad examples of giving hung art an appropriate amount of breath when hangin thing on the wall using my own walls as an example, and that sometimes its good to have a conversation between the things on the wall and the items on the floor. Conversely, it can also be interesting juxtaposing items that are diametrically opposed, it can shock and thrill the viewer or guest. I usually try to refrain from these kinds of instruction because I really do think trial and error can be excellent teachers, they really showed me how to experiment and figure out what works best in a particular place.

There's an analogy here to personal growth, and I was hoping my subtle misdirection was also being absorbed. I was telling him that I hadn't always know who I was and that through my own journey I had picked up piece of who I am and refined and affirmed some parts while discarding others, figuring out which things worked best for me to be the best version of myself. With two dead parents and very emotionally distant grandparents, I didn't have anyone trying to assist me in how to navigate being the kind of person I was, in the world we live in. I hope these gentle lessons would be appreciated, because its really the best thing I have to offer the next generation.

He said something that really resonated with me, he likes to allow things to take their time. This kind of insight is so rare in a twenty-seven year old, his contemporaries are usually so impatient to get somewhere they don't enjoy the journey, and the journey is the best part of any trip. Its not about how you got there, its about enjoying the ups, the downs, the side roads and missed destinations as you get to the place you're really heading towards.

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Never Have I Ever - Harry Styles (part 5)

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

pairing: Harry x actress!reader

word count: 4.6k

warning: NSFW content

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New couple alert?

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Love those little stores.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Go for it.”

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

“When is it exactly?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“For you, always.”

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

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

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

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

“You too, Harry.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Straight to the setlist. Dedicated to You.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I hope so,” you smile shyly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah? Like the suit?”

“Absolutely.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you for coming.”

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

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

“Go for it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[mono-moonchilds]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY |KTH|

→ Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

→ Genre:  Smut, Mature, one-shot

→ Warnings: smut, blowjob, photoshoot, photographer!taehyung, established relationship.

→ Word Count: 2k

→ Summary:  You and Taehyung have a photoshoot in honor of it being his birthday.

→ Note: Based off this lovely request. <3

Twisting your body into another pose you stare intently into the camera in front of you.

“Is this okay?” You asked nervously. You’d never done something like this. Never in a million years even in your wildest fantasies had you pictured yourself doing something like this.

Taehyung peaked his eyes over the camera sending you one of his comforting beautiful smiles. “You look perfect, baby.”

For months your boyfriend had been asking- no begging for you to allow him to do a photoshoot of you and finally for his birthday you’d agreed. You weren’t naked like he’d first suggested, but you were wearing a skimpy set of lingerie that left barely anything to the imagination.

“You sure?”

“Positive. You were naturally made to be in front of a camera.”

You giggled. One thing for sure, Taehyung was always going to be your number one hype man.

“What? I’m serious. You look amazing ______.”

You felt your cheeks growing hot.“Thank you, Tae.”

“No, thank you for letting me do this.” The camera clicked again. “Best birthday gift ever,” Taehyung murmured to himself.

“Turn around for me on your knees.”

You follow Taehyung’s directions and move into position. “Like this?”

“Mhmm, poke that pretty ass out for me a little more….Yeah- that's perfect right there.”

“I hope you’re not posing any other girls like this.” You joked.

“Never. You’re the only one baby.”

Taehyung began to bring the camera back up to take another picture but before he captures the shot he pauses and just keeps his eyes focused on you for a long time.

“What?”

“Nothing it’s just….god, the things I want to do to you right now.” He groaned out.

Feeling flustered your head falls down and as if it was possible you felt your face grow even hotter. Although it wasn’t new to have Taehyung praise you, you couldn’t help but be affected. You felt so exposed sitting in front of his camera like this but seeing his reactions was making it all worthwhile.

His hand slipped underneath your chin lifting it back up. “Don’t get shy on me now,” Taehyung said.

He leaned forward, soft lips coming into contact with yours. It didn’t take long for his soft pecks to turn into both of your tongues gliding together in a messy union.

You pulled away slightly. “I thought you wanted your photoshoot.”

“I don’t know what I want right now.” Taehyung chuckled.

Your eyes fell down, a grin filled your face as you stared at the tent forming in his pants. “I think I know what you want.” You reached forward cupping his cock.

Taehyung sucks in a sharp breath. His eyes darkened but instead of acting like you expected he gently grasped your wrist and pushed it down. “Not yet.” Taehyung waved his camera. “Back into position, baby.”

With a pout etched across your face, you went back into position. But now with your attention divided you couldn’t properly do it. Instead of looking into the camera like you were supposed to, your eyes kept flicking back and forth between it and the print that was pressed against Taehyung’s pants. And even more distracting was the growing slickness between your legs.

“Eyes up here.” Your boyfriend deep voice orders.

You whimper. “Haven’t you gotten enough pictures?”

“It’s my birthday. I’ll take as many pictures as I want. Now turn so your back is facing me, spread your legs, and stick your ass up in the air for me.”

You look at Taehyung with wide eyes. Although you’d done a lot of poses so far none of them were as ‘vulgar’ as the one he was telling you to do now.

“You’ve done it plenty of times before,” Taheyung smirked.

With feigned irritation, you rolled your eyes. “Not on a camera.”

“I’d hope not. This is supposed to be our thing.” He joked, but then said. “But if your uncomfortable I can choose another pose. We only gotta do what you want, baby.”

You shook your head. You were going to do this. Not only for Taehyung but for yourself. One of the reasons you’d finally allowed yourself to do this was because not only did you want to for Taehyung’s birthday but to push yourself to finally stop holding back out of fear. It was only Taehyung, you knew and trusted that he wouldn’t show anyone the pictures.

What was a better place to start?

Turning onto your stomach, you lifted your ass high into the air. If you were being honest, knowing that there was a camera behind you made you feel a bit awkward and slightly uncomfortable but when you heard Taehyung swear approvingly under his breath it disappeared.

“This is going to be my favorite one.”

“You’ve said that about every picture.”

Click.

“And I’ve meant it too,”

Taehyung’s fingers suddenly brush against your thinly covered cunt and you let out a mixture of a breathy and surprised moan.

“Fuck,” He swore as his thumb rubbed down your slit. The cool air smacks against your pussy as Taehyung pushed the panties to the side, his thumb dipping ever so slightly between your folds. “You’re so wet.”

Click.

You shrieked and flipped back over. “Taehyung!”

“I had to. It was too pretty to resist.”

“Give me the camera.” You requested firmly. The smirk that was on your boyfriend’s face dropped. He opened his mouth to say something but you shushed him. “Camera.” You repeated.

He lifted to string from around his neck and placed the camera into your hands.

“Take your pants off.” You ordered next. This time your voice sounding less confident than it had two seconds ago.

Taehyung’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “What?”

“Take your pants off. Underwear too. If my bare picture is going to be in here, it’s only fair yours is too.”

An amused snort left Taehyung’s nose.

“I’m seri-”

In one swift move, quicker than you’d expected, Taehyung’s pants and underwear were down.

“Fair warning though, in my opinion, cunts are prettier than cocks on camera.”

If it was anyone else you probably would have agreed. Cocks were weird to look at but Taehyung’s was pretty. Thick, long, veins running up and down it, a pretty pink tip that was decorated with precum that’d leaked out.

“Ah-ah,” Taehyung tsked, pushing your head away. “We agreed to a picture, not a blowjob.” You hadn’t even realized you’d been inching towards it. “Although your lips wrapped around my cock would make a pretty picture too.”

“What do I do?” You asked cluelessly. Taehyung was the photographer, not you.

“You hold up the camera, press the button, and take a picture.”

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah no shit, but like what do I tell you to do. Like with poses.”

Taehyung thought for a moment. “Wrap your free hand around it. Now take the picture.” He said. “Your hands and nails are pretty. It’ll make the picture look nice.” He added.

“Your cock is pretty on its own.” You mumbled, not even realizing you’d said it out loud until you heard Taehyung chuckle and call you silly then cute.

“Just take the picture baby so we can get back to you.”

You do what he told you to do and wrap your hand around his length then take the picture.

“Like this?” You looked up.

Taehyung swore under his breath. “Give me the camera back.” He demanded and snatched it from your hand. Worried you did something wrong you ask but all Taehyung does is give you a shush. “Look up at me again.”

Click.

“Fuck, you’re a natural baby.”

“I thought I did something wrong.”

“You could never do anything wrong.”

You smiled.

“Can I suck your dick now?” You questioned bluntly. Your hand was still wrapped around it, it was right in your face, and the final task to complete was getting it in your mouth.

“Can I take pictures of you sucking my dick?” Taehyung stuck out his bottom lip. “Please, it would be so hot.”

“Your luck you’re the birthday boy.”

Taehyung let out a small cheer and so did you internally. Not because of the pictures but because you were finally being allowed to do the one thing you’d wanted from the moment Taehyung pulled down his pants. It was funny. Before Taehyung you’d never sucked a dick and now you couldn’t get enough.

Starting off easy, you give a few small kitten licks at the tip. A faint groan escapes from between Taehyungs lips. He was good at self-control but you knew he was thrilled to finally have your mouth on him. Pulling away ever so slightly, you spit a little into your palm wrapping it as much as you can around his length, then cover the head with your pillowy lips.

You alternate between suckling on the tip and dragging your soft wet tongue down his cock to his balls sucking on them too, the camera’s clicks and Taehyung’s groans serving as your cheerleaders. You move back up to the tip, peppering it with kisses with a giggle. Taehyung catches it at the perfect moment when your tongue darts out flicking at the slit. Whisper-like moans escaping your mouth as you collect the small bead of precum that insisted on spurting out.

The camera damn near falls out of his hands when he sees what your other hand is doing. Your touching yourself. Pretty fingers in your lace panties, rubbing against your clit. You looked so hot. Watching you play with yourself was enough to make him want to bust right there.

Taehyung drops his hand to your shoulder and gently pushes you away. When his cock falls from your mouth you look up with wide disappointed eyes.

You loved sucking his dick and he loved doing anything with and to you. The both of you were a match made in heaven.

“Let me sit on the bed.” He breathes. You were sucking the literal soul out of him. He needed a seat for this.

As soon as he plops down and before he can lay back your mouth is already back on him. This time instead of licking and pumping at his shaft you go straight for it and stuff as much of the length as you can into your mouth.

Taehyung is trying his hardest to capture everything. Praying that the little button on the camera doesn’t break from how quickly and aggressively he is pressing down on it.

From the drool and cum spilling out to the way your eyes squeeze shut as you try to bury his cock down your throat Taehyung doesn’t want to miss any of it. God, he wished he could get a picture of you playing with your cunt.

Next time. He promises himself.

Next time he would get pictures of you doing so much. Touching yourself, sucking his dick, bouncing on his cock. Maybe even a video too.

Taehyung lets out a whine as the two of you make eye contact again. Eyes wet with tears, wide, you look so innocent but just like a little whore in the same breath. It was crazy.

“Baby, pull away.” He groaned. You shook in protest, your head with his cock still lodged in your mouth. “Gonna, come...want it -fuck- want it on your face.” Taehyung choked out.

You didn’t release him right away but when you did it was perfect timing because as soon as his cock came from your mouth he immediately was releasing onto your face.

You come with him too. Rubbing quickly at your clit, as high-pitched moans and Taehyung’s name fell from your mouth.

“Fuck, fuck fuck.” Taehyung cursed. He swore he sees stars for a brief moment.

When he finally opened back up his eyes the first thing Taehyung sees is you with a big smile proud smile on your face.

“Happy Birthday Tae~”

That is the final picture he captures. You smiling, his cum all over your face. It was a happy birthday indeed.

[cosmiclatte28]

Casual Intimacy (Mark Lee x you)

a/n : it’s my soft hours I guess? I made this sweet Mark Lee imagine (well for me this is sweet. I want a boy like this... if you’re that kind of man dm me 😜)

fluff, no warning, no suggestive content but kisses, and just Mark being a wonderful man for you. 

Happy Imagining Mark Lee as your s/o! 

People often ask you how you can hold on to your “plain” relationship with your current boyfriend. You seriously do not like them bothering you about your relationship life, but you need to deal with it considering the fact that the man you are dating is the famous Mark Lee of NCT.

He is dorky in camera, and in real life too. You pray day and night to the angels to make sure Mark is not tripping on some random stone or bump a pole. Guess your prayer works, when you see Mark always smiling in front of the camera coping up and working so hard with his endless job.

You yourself work in a famous two Michelin restaurant in Seoul. You’re not going to lie, you met Mark lee on your duty. NCT was holding their debut birthday and you were appointed as the chef to cook for their meal that night. Apparently, Mark Lee was super fascinated by your dish and he requested you to come greet the team when your job in the kitchen is done. Your head cook lets you leave your station once desert is prepared and the plates coming into the washing room is clean.

That was five years ago, Mark Lee got love struck by your simple but attractive persona. His eyes couldn’t leave you as you answer their questions on the dishes and you congratulating them. They’re glad when they learn that you listened to their songs and followed their schedules, just that you don’t have much time to be like the other wonderful fans.

Mark Lee looked so intrigued on you and as you bow to them bidding goodbye, he just returned from the restroom. With his long legs trying to catch his other brothers, Mark happened to slip his number on a piece of tissue paper to your pocket and gave you a genuine smile plus a “thank you”.

You earned a good pay that night and even better, Mark Lee’s number.

Well, he isn’t your bias but come on who doesn’t have Mark Lee in their bias list? Want it or not, conscious or not, Mark Lee is always in the list. So, that night when you finish showering and eating a light midnight snack, you gave the number a shot.

You thought your message will never be replied, maybe Mark will have his phone in silent and only opened up messages from his contact list. You’re lucky when your notification bleeped and from that night both of you learn more about each other.

He kept your number under your name, plain business people say, you also thought maybe he wanted to call you for another dinner party. But the chats he had been sending was far from platonic business. It involves jokes, puns, memories of living in Canada (well you graduated from University of Toronto, but cooking is your passion), and even deeper like late night talks.

The relationship got deeper when Mark Lee called you one night, asking if he can meet you in the restaurant. He said he needed a good meal to write a song he was assigned for. You found no correlation between a good meal and writing a song, but believe it or not, Mark Lee came with one  of the hottest selling song that month. Earning him a title of “King of Lyrics”

Since then, he called you again and again when he didn’t have the idea to write. You finally invited him over to your house when you got closer. Mark got to eat in your small dining table with a simple dish that was made with love and care that Mark said tasted better than any other dishes he ever had.

You laughed saying he is exaggerating, but Mark never exaggerates when he is with you.

“Be my girlfriend will you?” he one night asked after you teach him how to cook a proper egg. Despite him succeeding the challenge back in 2020, he still needs practice. He succeeded cooking eggs after knowing you for more than a year.

“Suddenly Mark? After you can make a perfect runny egg?” you giggle but nevertheless nodded your head.

His smile that night was even brighter than when he received any awards and praises. His eyes spark joys and emotions uncaptured by cameras. The world never knows how Mark’s true happy face looks like, but if his world is you, then the world knows!

For the first two year of dating, both of you are keeping it low. Dates happen in your house (your wage is enough to buy you a house). You always cook him foods, tried new dishes to him, earned a lot of complains on how the food is not “suitable for Korean tongue” which you always shrug off because he himself is a mix.

But thanks to his constant brave inputs, your dishes are perfectly blended and well known. News media and TV shows started to cast you in their weekend shows. You were offered a contract of a cooking show in a known broadcasting company.

Mark told you to go for it. He knew how happy you are about cooking, and his faith told him “if that is what was given for you, go for it.”

He was right. The internet loves you, they love your simple but tasty dishes. Your show was ranked the hottest that month, famous for helping college student eat a more delicious food.

NCT even did a special relay cam for it, each group were doing a challenge on following your recipes.

Mark was caught off guard on that live shooting day. His team consisted of him, Ten and Johnny.

And you may guess, things went wrong but in a chaotic fun way. When the three of them are together, they just speak in English and forgot all of the filters they should have.

Mark spilled his relationship when he accidentally said out loud “Of course I know how to do that, my girl has been teaching me that.” Mark boasted when Ten asked if Mark could make the egg benedict for their dish.

Johnny and Ten froze on screen, well the NCT members knew your relationship with Mark but they kept quiet. Mark realized what he has said was recorded and forever lives in the web. The comment section went wild and the fans are thrilled about the “mysterious girlfriend Mark has”.

He eventually spilled the truth on a press conference. You were there beside him when he faced the board director and when he sit in front of different mics and cameras flashes. No one knows but throughout the time, when your heart is beating faster than when you took your SAT and final tests, Mark Lee held on to your hand whenever you are answering a question directed to you.

The magazines are taking the favor of the rising topic, inviting you and Mark to take a photoshoot. When you were insecure about taking a picture with him (who has did countless shoots), he squeezed your arm when walking past you and gave a small proud smile as he went to change clothes while you start your personal shoot. No one saw that, but his quick reassuring squeeze boosted your confidence that day and the couple shoot was very nice! You could print that as your wedding pictures!

When the internet goes wild when they connect the theories and Instagram posts Mark and you both made (fans are the best in deciphering codes!), you now walk through the streets crowded by fans. All asking how is it like to date Mark, but not few also told you to screw off. One day when you both are going back to Canada for a winter break, the fans are crowding the way. You gulped when you have to walk pass them, but Mark looked so used to it. He just chuckled and landed a small hand on the back of your waist. With the manager hyung and bodyguard pushing to make way, you made it through the crowd with confident steps.

On the Christmas dinner, Mark was invited to your family dinner and vice versa. You had to attend their family lunch and to say you were nervous was an understatement.

“Mark, what if they don’t like me?” you asked on your bus ride to his house from the airport.

Mark laughed, he always laughed as his first respond, “Baby, it’s going to be okay. Trust me.”

You snorted, “You calling me baby is already suspicious, for three years we dated you “dude” me 70% of the time, “baby” was only like 10%”

He did the math, “Then what’s the remaining 20?%”

“You just call me “Bro” for the res of them.” You squeezed his cheek and planted a kiss there.

“I like it though, not too cheesy.”

He grew red. “Gosh I am having the Jaehyun syndrome. Why are my ears burning?!”

He was not 100% wrong, his parents were nice they grew fond of you especially when you helped his mother prepared lunch. Well you both arrived earlier and you decided to give a hand for the busy mom.

Mark sat next to you on dinner and when you were diving into a yummy Christmas pudding, his parents began asking you the “platonic questions asked to your partner”.

You almost chocked on your pudding when they asked “Are you seeing a future with Mark? Can you make our son happy and us too?”

You were not ready, you expected questions like where you work or where you live. They said “We can find all that answers in the internet, but not the answer to our question.”

Mark’s gentle kick from under the table by your side made you looked at him and he gave you that sincere smile only you have the privilege to see. He nodded slightly and shot his eyebrow to his parents side “Answer them… I am also curious of the answer.”

You grew red, it wasn’t the drink or anything, but his parent’s happy and relieved face when you nod your head and said “I am seeing a future with him, if I get both of your blessing.”

They love you and Mark was right. That night, you invited his family to join your dinner instead. The same question was asked from your parents to Mark and Mark was more than ready to marry you.

But your wedding bells did not chime that fast. He has his career and so do you, both of you just keep the stable relationship going on. Together facing the problems and obstacles in your relationship. Fights occur, bickering occur, threads of breaking up also happened once or twice… but both of you used that to build a stronger bond.

You always melt when Mark came home from a long day. After he showered and savored his dinner, he always ended up leaning on your shoulder in the big snuggle sofa both of you never regret buying. His head on your shoulder, his hand scribbling words to a paper and you whispering ideas to him which brought a big smile to his face.

Writing lyrics has been even easier for Mark, he blended your frustration with his, splattered some love words, and voila a masterpiece! People said his lyrics were relatable and both of you always keep it to yourself that “those happened in our life, no wonder it looked real.”

He always kissed you gently on your lips, tasting the faint cherry flavour of your lip balm. Mark’s lips tasted of medical lip balm, but you love it nonetheless.

You blinked and realized the flashing cameras in front of you. Oh right, someone from the hot magazine company is asking you a question.

‘Can you please repeat your question?” you asked politely to the lady holding out a mic.

She quickly nodded, “A lot of fans are wondering If you are still in a relationship with Mark. Mark was busy for the last months with projects and comebacks. And the interaction update from both of you are little to none. Fans suspected you were over with him, considering that Mark looked like he is the “plain” type in a relationship.”

You pressed a smile, hiding your urge to laugh out loud. Weren’t the fans always picturing Mark as their dream boyfriend? Why did they judge him as the plain boring type then?

You clear your throat and while looking through the crowds, you spot Mark Lee seated in the crowd with a mask and a hat, giving you a nod, and you turned your mic on.

“We’re still going strong; well I think love is not the type of grand gestures or explosive displays.” You started off and caught everyone’s attention.

“It’s made up of little things,” you felt your heart clench upon remembering all the small affections Mark always did to you. “It’s the little things Mark Lee did that say he is here, and he cared for me and that my life has intertwined so deeply into his that there was no need to think.” You take a pause to look at the audience.

Everyone looked impressed, but amongst them you catch one pair of gleaming proud eyes, the pair of eyes you’ve been waking up to for the last years, and the one you want to wake up to in the future years.

“It’s Mark’s casual intimacy that made us both stay strong and stronger.”

Applaud was heard through the room, you were holding your press conference because you were retreating from all the cooking shows and rumor has it you are going to marry Mark.

“Please pray for both of us, as we will be tying our bonds soon.” You leave the room after a bow and the man with mask and hat is already waiting for you outside the big crowded function hall.

His hand naturally makes its way to your waist and you never felt more sure to step into life with this man you love, Mark Lee.

“That was wonderful (y/n)~”

You smile, he did not dude you nor bro you nor baby you. “I love you Mark Lee,”

He leaned in for a peck behind the tinted black van window, “I love you most (y/n) Lee,” he winked and you rubbed your cheeks “Guess I have the Jaehyun syndrome now! Also I like it when you call me with that name.”

He quirked his eyebrow and smirked, “Don’t worry, you’ll be hearing that soon for the rest of your life.” He reached for your hand and kissed the knuckles.

“I met you thanks to your amazing handy work in cooking unforgettable dish.”

You rolled your eyes, “You were so amazed on my egg benedict Mark! How is that an unforgettable dish?”

He shrugged his shoulder, “I don’t know, something about you, cooking, and love made me this love struck and awfully amazed by simple things you did.”

the end

thanks for reading, put in comments for I’d love to interact with you on the story plot .. rant to me what you hate or like idc :D i want to talk with my readers! to thank you all for reading and spending some time here

omg i didn’t know if I made the right choice of making Mark Lee as this character, but I want it to be him.. I’ve been writing a lot of Jaehyun and Yuta fic and I guess Mark can be a refresher. Please let me know if someone else suits this better!

[aotimagines]

Aperture [1]

Hey. Remember when this blog hit 5,000 followers and I mentioned I was going to be writing something self-indulgent? The moment has finally arrived, lol. The idea spiraled way out of control before I could stop myself so here we are. This is probably not what the anon meant when they sent this in, but I couldn’t stop myself from plotting this story out. It’ll probably have around 8-10 chapters and I want to be realistic and say I’ll be able to update frequently, but there are no promises. My goal is for a new chapter every two weeks, but it’ll probably be closer to once a month. It will contain NSFW at some point, so minors do not interact. To the anon who sent this request in almost a year ago, I am so sorry this has taken me this long to write. I apologize and hope that this suffices. Without further ado, I hope you enjoy the first chapter!

“Could you lift your head and look towards the camera, please?”

Your breath was nearly whisked away from your lungs at the sight of your model’s eyes flickering towards you, the intensity swirling behind his irises rooting you to your spot. They reflected the ocean itself—deep, vibrant, and tumultuous just like rolling waves and you felt yourself drowning at sea. You could barely tear your eyes away from his ethereal beauty; from the sharp angle of his jaw, to his sinewy, sun-kissed skin. Each and every ripple of muscle resembled someone akin to a Greek statue over real life and the longer you looked at your model, the more difficult it became to stop your eyes from gazed lower…

Immediately, you brought your camera back up to your eye to conceal your reverie and took another photo, peeling the camera back to examine the frame you had just taken with more intense than you should have. “Great!” Your voice came out rushed and quick—high and pitchy. You wanted to die right then and there on the spot, but you needed to act more professional even if you couldn’t resist the temptation to ogle your client’s perfectly sculpted, perfectly nude body.

It was wrong. It was beyond heinous but, the instant Eren Jaeger walked out to your photoshoot and shed his robe, his stunning looks had been on your mind. As a professional photographer, you had seen your fair share of models, both nude and not, so why were you acting so ridiculous? There was something undeniably electric about Eren and the way he was able to express so much emotion through his eyes alone. After having worked with him for only an hour, you could definitely see why he was scouted to be a model. There was an air of shyness that radiated off him despite the wave of confidence that brimmed so brightly from within. It was cute, which felt foreign and almost like an insult when thinking about the man standing before you.

Still, you needed to maintain your composure and do your job. You could allow yourself to be dazzled by your model for a moment, but now you needed to get back to work. Standing, you exchanged a friendly smile with Eren and motioned to his hands, pointing out, “Do you mind if we get some close-up shots of the watch? I know the campaign said that they wanted a full body shot, but I’d like to give some other options…”

“Sure,” he agreed, his electric gaze never leaving your face even as he held out his wrist and loosened the tension. Immediately, you snapped into your role as the photographer and began taking photos, unaware that you inching several steps closer.

Captivated with the elegance of his long, deft fingers, you became enraptured in your own little world and mindless gave instruction and praise, your prior embarrassment all but gotten. You were unaware of the way Eren’s eyes were glued to your every expression; the way your tongue would push through your lips as you found an angle or shape you liked. As exhilarated as you were to photograph him, Eren was, in kind, just as thrilled to way the way you worked. It was difficult tot keep cool and focus on his job with the way you moved around him, the sheer delight across your face almost tangible. He had been subjected to many photographers, some good and bad, but never…

“Okay!” Your voice dragged him from his thoughts, your lips curved into a soft, gentle smile. “I think we got it? Good work, Eren. You were great.”

“Ah—thanks,” he replied, the fabric of his robe hitting his shoulders before he realized it. One of the assistants must have gotten it for him and it took him all but five seconds to realize that he was still standing before you, naked. His cheeks heated up, a tennis ball lodged in the back of his throat, but he managed to force out, “You were a good photographer. It was, uh…easy to follow your instruction.”

You were positively beaming by the time he glanced at your face, eyes wide and sparkling. “Thank-you! That means a lot, especially since I’m kind of new to working on a professional set and everything.”

“Seriously!” Eren couldn’t believe that he was still continuing the conversation—continuing to praise you, a complete and utter stranger—but here he was. Eren was not the type of person to be physically attracted to anyone right off the bat, but there was something so…mesmerizing about you that he couldn’t bring himself to stop talking. “It was a nice shoot. I didn’t even realize we were here for a couple hours.”

“Me either,” came your confession, camera clutched between your hands. “You take direction really well. Oh!” As if an idea just came to your head, you moved to the monitors behind the lights and popped out your SD card, gently sliding the chip inside the reader. Angling your chin, you glanced up at his features, your eyes shining with complete and utter excitement. “Want to see some of the shots? I usually offer to let the models see so they can view the before and after.”

“Uh…” Eren contemplated it for a moment, his mind very cognizant of the fact that he was still only wearing a robe. You seemed completely oblivious to it, which dashed some of his prior thoughts. A moment passed by until he cracked a smile and moved closer to gaze down at the computer monitor. “Sure. I don’t really get a chance to see what I can improve on, or anything.”

Your fingers clicked open the file folder, pulling up the images you had taken not even ten minutes ago. Scrolling through, your eyes darted from one side of the screen to the other as if making mental notes about which ones you wanted to save for editing, later. “Here—this one is really nice,” you said, double-clicking the image until it was pulled up for Eren to see. Despite his nudity being on full display, Eren couldn’t help but notice how…tasteful it was done. Truly, like mentioned in the job description, his focus was on the multitude of watches adorning his wrist, but there was something else about it that…

It was like you had managed to dig deep inside of him and photograph his soul; his emotions. Everything was displayed in his eyes and it took Eren a second to recognize himself. His silence made you worry, hastily bringing up, “Of course, they will look better with editing in post, but—”

Eren shook his head, cutting off your explanation before you could really begin. “No, it’s—it’s not that! Really, the photos are…” He floundered for the right word to describe what you had created; what you had managed to pull out of him and then captured on film. No other photographer had managed that before, so to see himself like that was a little…

“It’s different,” he concluded, gaze still lingering on the images on the screen. “I’m not used to seeing myself look like that. You’re an amazing photographer and I’m sort of struggling to come up with a better compliment than that.”

Visibly, you relaxed upon hearing his praise, pride swelling inside your chest when you realized that he liked the photos. “It makes it easier when my model is able to pull from within, too,” you countered, finally looking up at him after what felt like an eternity. Eren’s eyes met yours and it was like a magnetic field was drawing you closer to him, but you refrained from your urges and settled for exiting out of the photos. It took everything inside of you to swallow back the attraction and fascination that was bubbling inside of you, which only made you antsy and anxious to begin the editing process.

“Anyways, I should let you get dressed. I’m sure you’re itching to get out of here.”

“Ah, right.” Reluctantly, Eren broke eye contact first and stretched, the fabric of his thin robe inching higher against his toned thighs. You jerked your head away from him to conceal the heat crawling across your cheeks and praised whatever deity above that Eren hadn’t paid any attention to your sudden shy demeanor. He seemed to think to himself for a moment before exhaling deeply and walking off, leaving you to skim through the multitude of images you had taken.

A period of time passed because, the next thing you knew, Eren was back by your side, his silky, chocolate-colored tresses pulled back into a bun that rested at the nape of his neck. Small hairs framed his face, only fanning the fuel to his already handsome, boyish looks. You swallowed thickly and offered a smile, rising from your chair to ask, “You heading out?”

“Yeah, but I actually wanted to ask you something, first…” Eyebrow quirked, you watched Eren rock back and forth on his feet, a nervous energy teeming off of him. While the two of you knew nothing about each other outside of first and last names, you couldn’t help but wonder if this was typical behavior. He seemed to self-assured whenever he spoke. Was there something wrong with the photos after all? Before you could ask, Eren’s hand shot out and encircled around your wrist, preventing you from turning away or moving back to your computer screen. “Listen,” he pressed closer, temporarily catching you off guard with how bold he was being, “there’s a party happening later tonight. I really don’t want to go, but my manager said it’d be good for connections and I was wondering if you wanted to go with me.”

“Why?” The question escaped your mouth before you could process what was happening, confusion written across your features. You didn’t pull away from his touch, however, and repeated after a moment of clarity, “You barely know me, Eren. We’re strangers. Shouldn’t you invite one of your friends?”

Eren fell silent for a moment before an uncharacteristic smirk danced across his lips. There was something fierce about the glimmer in his eyes and his body language exuded an amount of confidence he had only displayed the instant his eyes locked with your camera lens earlier that afternoon. He leaned in closer, studying the way your face heated up, before murmuring in a low tone, “I saw the way you were looking at me, earlier.”

Embarrassed, you averted your eyes to the ground. “I’m—I’m sorry! Really, I sometimes get lost in my work and you are beautiful, so I…got swept away. It was unprofessional and I swear it won’t happen again, if we happen to work together.”

“I didn’t say I didn’t like it.” Eren chuckled, the sound so dizzying that you felt yourself drawn to it—to him—like a moth circling a flame. This was a dangerous game you two were playing and you weren’t sure what kind of out come Eren was looking for. Rather, he released your hand and stepped back, the intensity gone and replaced with a softer, kinder smile. “I liked your photos,” he simply stated, his hand resting against his hip as he continued to stare at you. “And you liked what you were able to get out of me. I just thought it’d be a good opportunity to each to know one another.”

“Professionally?”

“Both,” he easily quipped with a shrug of his shoulders.

You ran a hand through your hair, teeth catching your inner cheek. “I don’t know.”

“How about this.” Eren reached for the sharp on your desk and ripped the cap off with his teeth, balancing the piece of plastic between his two lips. Before you could protest, he grabbed your hand again and began to write numbers into your palm, a string of digits staring back up at you. “When you decide what you want to do, you can text me. Even if you don’t want to go with me, specifically, it’d be a good idea to make connections. You said yourself that you’re new to the industry.”

You had said that, didn’t you? Eren’s number stared up at you, silently replaying your words from earlier like a broken record until a heavy, shaky sigh pulled from your lips. You didn’t know what his intentions were, but you figured that you could worry about that, later. Even if you couldn’t decipher Eren’s true nature, the prospect of getting your name out to more people in the industry was too tempting to ignore. “But what do I wear?” you asked weakly, watching as Eren’s features lit up like a light.

“It’s cocktail, but whatever you have should be fine. I really don’t care about what other people are wearing, either way.”

You couldn’t help but laugh genuinely at this, pointing out with amusement dripping from your tone, “Aren’t you a fashion model? Shouldn’t you care about stuff like that?”

Eren scoffed, lips twisted into a smile. “Nah. That kind of stuff is stupid.”

“But then why…?” You stopped, shook your head, and moved to the desk where your cellphone rested. Holding it up, you tilted your head to the side. “So, I’ll text you? I’ll need an address, you know.”

Eren’s name was being called from across the building—probably whoever he brought with him, you noted—but his eyes still lingered on you even as he began to step away. “It’s for seven-thirty. See you!”

You watched as he jogged away until he was completely out of sight, your heart hammering against your ribs repeatedly. You weren’t sure what the hell had just transpired, but the area where his fingers brushed your skin tingled pleasantly as an aftershock effect.

You were way, way in over your head.

[rnegitsune]

Ok so I thought I'd put together some horror stories from my time as a babymetal fan bc of how drastic the shift in the fandom has been the past year or so. For context I got into babymetal in like june of 2014 (all 3 girls were still underage at the time, I was 22; when I first got into them I thought I would be considered an older fan lmao the naivete, the innocence of new fan me wow I know now I'm not at all in the older half of the fandom esp considering I was born the same decade as su and moa), and I made this blog in I think may of 2015.

I've had people say I should compile men being gross into a post and I just couldn't do that out of fear for my own mental health but this will be pretty close. These are all my experiences with this fandom over the years; I'm definitely missing some but what I do remember should do well to cover most of how this fandom used to be vs now. It's gonna be a lot and tw for men being gross about minors.

Back in my first year or so of this blog I on multiple occasions got dms from men asking to be friends. At the time my bio only said my name and my pronouns. I've always been cautious of dms so I'd ask their age and every single one was considerably older than me. I wouldn't usually answer after that bc no thanks but they would generally try to continue convos til I blocked. The only one I still had was this one

After I put my age in my bio, which was 23 at the time, I never got a dm like that again; take from that what you will. But if you're young please be wary of this hell fandom even now. And if you're an older fan and esp an older male fan reading this, don't dm people trying to be friends. I was over 18 and it still creeped me out to no end.

One of my real first men in this fandom are disgusting moments was a blog back in like 2015 or 2016 who I had some contact with due to common interests; he was a huge yui stan and made bm content. He was like 28 or 29 at the time and I eventually noticed he would tag idols, mostly kpop girls, by their body parts (legs, butt, etc) which is disgusting enough as it is but then I saw him do the same for literal minors, like tzuyu from twice. I messaged him asking what the hell he was doing objectifying women but also actual children and he blocked me lmao. He later unblocked me to let me know that's just how he tagged things and it was my fault he had anxiety and then he blocked me again.

Back before the tumblr purge this fandom was repulsive to a degree I cannot even begin to describe. Someone would reblog something from me, I'd go to their blog and it would be underage jpop idols and japanese p*rn all the way down. I even stumbled upon a man editing underage su into p*rn gifs. Obviously no proof of that but I did go find my initial reaction to it

The number of times I'd get a follow from someone then go to their blog and it would be as mentioned above or their bio would be the most misogynistic trash I'd ever read was staggering. I genuinely considered giving up and deleting this blog so many times bc i felt oberwhelmed and outnumbered by these gross old dudes; and so the fact that this fandom has evolved into a bunch of chaotic wlw?? Amazing, I could cry.

Fun phenomenon of women running bm blogs was men sending messages asking if we liked babymetal. No joke. I think this happened to me two or three times but I spoke w other female creators at the time and it had happened to them as well. My entire blog is babymetal, and yet???

He said the weird guy idk bc he sent some random ass messages vaguely insulting me and when I responded coldly, he acted confused so I said you're some guy idk, hence the above message starting as such. Also that pic and the one up above that has my current pfp bc I just took those screenshots. Like I said I typically blocked weird dms but I guess these passed me by so I still had the messages.

Most people know the sub reddit is the worst and don't need me to tell you but it's a hellscape and I highly recommend avoiding it. A short list of things I've had to see as a result of going there: men discussing at length kano and momoko's appearances and how they look in costume vs in normal clothes. Men discussing at length the hope that the girls would marry men who aren't Japanese, a thread that was from when all 3 girls were underage. They aren't gonna marry you dude they're really not.

The insulting of billie Eilish, a 17 year old at the time, was horrible too. Su and moa got to meet her, something they were extremely excited for, and they posted a pic; the comments were disgusting as you can imagine. The yui rumors were terrible too, fatshaming, slutshaming etc all based on nothing. Some man saying the rumors about yui leaving bc, no joke this was a real rumor, she "got too fat" couldn't be true bc "look at saya." Saya being a barely 18 yo back up dancer who covered the third spot after yui left but before the avengers. Not to mention the upskirt shots from when they were minors, the constant editing of their faces onto explicit photoshoots etc. I remember being a new fan looking for a su pic on google and being horrified at the fact that one of the top suggested results after her name was “bikini;” she was 16 at the time. Also, the uptick in massively creepy posts and messages sent to bm blogs as each girl, but esp moa and yui, approached 18 was disgusting.

Now for some personal nonsense. A big reason why I haven't touched my youtube channel in months is bc I got tired of dealing with the men of this fandom. I poke fun at metal and get told I deserve to die. I say ped*philes and creepy men are gross and get a swarm of middle aged men cursing at me. Had a guy cry about how men are shamed for liking bm and then he turned around and said some gross shit about wlw. Had a guy call me racist for liking a band he also likes (and despite him having no way of knowing my own race) and tell me the babymetal fandom doesn't need my kpop feminist bullshit, which is honestly a great description and I thought about putting it in my yt about lmao. Had a middle aged man unironically say he'd never seen a man be creepy towards bm but fans su and moa's ages calling them hot was creepy. The disillusionment....the level of unawareness is astounding. If you want to see screenshots of some of these comments they are fairly recent in my don't mind me tag; I don't want to see them anymore tho bc they're infuriating so I'm not going to look at them to post here.

Essentially I haven't looked at my channel since may bc men are exhausting and rude and refuse to examine the fandoms they're a part of no matter what. They're told by a woman of the fandom that she's had bad experiences personally and they all start crying about how it's either a lie bc they haven't seen it or unimportant. I did stop reading comments in may and I will never read another one again probably as a result of this shit. Trash men being trash are not worth my time and I refuse to give them anymore of it. I do plan on making more videos tho and let my ~feminist kpop bullshit~ live in their minds rent free.

I will also continue to make fun of metal and the creepy men in this fandom bc it's important and I'm a spiteful asshole who likes disrupting these dudes perfect bubble of a fandom. It genuinely brings me so much joy seeing all the new fans recently (which sidenote if you got into them recently I am kinda curious as to how you found them; I've gotten tons of new followers and considering how inactive they are rn I'm curious). People sending messages about how they finally feel like they belong or that they have a safe space....like I don't even know what to say and I never feel like my responses fully convey how genuinely wonderful that is and how thrilled I am that this is where we're at now and I have had at least some part in it. As this post shows, my experiences have been negative for the most part so the shift recently is such a relief I cannot even begin to explain my gratitude.

So to anyone who read all of this and hasn't disintegrated from the male bullshit, thank you. Keep being yourself and fighting for your place in this fandom, esp if you're a young woman; keep making fun of the creeps and keep making wlw memes!! Babymetal's music is in such a huge way meant for girls and to see more and more finding their way to this previously hellish beyond belief fandom is incredible.

[starlit-serenade]

Oopsies!

💧 Summary: No one knows that you and Hwanwoong have been dating for a year. Not his members, neither of your friends or family, none of the administration. Only you and Hwanwoong. And you two had hoped it would stay that way.

💧 Word Count: 1,568 words

💧 Pairing: Reader x Yeo Hwanwoong (Hwanwoong) / Characters: GenderNeutral!Reader; Yeo Hwanwoong (Hwanwoong); Kim Youngjo (Ravn); Lee Seoho (Seoho); Kim Geonhak (Kim Geonhak); Lee Keonhee (Keonhee); Son Dongju (Xion);

💧 Rated: T / Warnings: None / Genre: GenderNeutral!Reader; Fluff;

The members of ONEUS, who you are all close friends with, are all gathered in a meeting room with their manager, planning something for the next week. You're waiting in the practice room, because Hwanwoong is supposed to be helping you with your choreography cover.

You're sitting on the floor, your back against the left wall as you scroll through your texts with Hwanwoong, who you have been dating for maybe a year, since right after ONEUS's debut. You had been friends since before that, about two years before, as you were both trainees at RBW and often worked together due to your shared interest in dance, though he was much more advanced than you. But a couple months after their debut, you and Hwanwoong realized that you'd bonded a lot over your time working with him. You both had feelings for each other, so you started secretly hanging out as just "more than friends." Eventually, that became you and him secretly dating. None of his members knew, because you two worried about how the relationship would affect his and his group's success, as well as your own future career. Since then, you did stop being an idol, but you do still like dancing and spending time with Hwanwoong, dancing together.

The door opens suddenly, and you clutch your phone to your chest instinctively. Kim Youngjo walks in, closely followed  by Hwanwoong and everyone else.

"How was you guys' meeting?" you ask.

"Good," Youngjo says. The other members begin gathering their things, in preparation to leave. "We have an interview next Monday. And a photoshoot on Thursday for a magazine."

"Cool," you say. "Are you doing the interview here?"

"Yes, we'll be doing this one through a video call," he says.

"Fun."

Youngjo then goes to gather his things to head home. You and Hwanwoong make eye contact from across the room. He smiles sweetly, and your heart skips a beat.

"I see you two," Seoho says from nearby.

You tear your eyes away from Hwanwoong and stare back at your phone, pretending you weren't staring at your boyfriend.

"No, I see you two making eyes at each other across the room. Just start dating already!" Seoho says. You almost laugh.

"Seoho!" Hwanwoong says. "We weren't 'making eyes' at each other."

"No? Come on, just get together already," Seoho says.

You roll your eyes. "Seoho, we don't . . . like each other like that."

Dongju scoffs from next to where Hwanwoong is sitting. "I highly doubt that--Ow!" Dongju yells after Hwanwoong slaps his shoulder really hard.

You stand up and stretch your back. You're eager to get to practicing with Hwanwoong, so you can practice dancing, and more than anything, get some quality time with your boyfriend for the first time in over a week.

After a bit, the other members leave you and Hwanwoong alone to practice dancing. They never actually mentioned where they would go, but you assumed that they're heading home. Maybe in one of the recording studios or something.

You look at Hwanwoong, who is standing in the center of the room, smiling at you softly. His hands are in his pockets.

"Hi baby," he says. "I've missed you."

"I've seen you every day for the past two weeks, Woong," you say, pretending to not know what he's talking about. When you notice him pouting at you, you soften and hold out your hands to him. "I've missed you too, Woong."

He walks over and holds your hands, kissing you softly before moving away, still holding your hands. "Do you want to get to dancing?"

You shake your head. "Not really."

"Oh? No? Then what do you want to do?" he asks, eyebrow raised curiously. You tug at his hands, walking back until your back hits the wall.

"Want to kiss you," you mumble, staring at his lips.

"Oh really? I was thinking the same thing," he says.

You cup his cheeks and bring his face to yours, kissing him deeply. One of his hands rests on your waist, while the other is pressed against the wall behind you.

"What if someone came in and found us?" he murmurs teasingly. You giggle, and look down, pressing the top of your head to his chest as you play with a wrinkle in Hwanwoong's shirt.

"We should probably get to dancing, in case someone comes in," you murmur. Hwanwoong steps back and nods, taking your hand and squeezing it reassuringly.

"Sure. I love you, Y/Nie."

"I love you too, Woongie," you say. He wrinkles his nose at you and gets into position to dance, next to the phone so he can start the music when you're ready. You take your own position, opposite from him, and he presses play.

K.A.R.D's 'Hola Hola' starts playing over the speakers, and you and Hwanwoong start dancing a duet version of the choreography. Since before you two even got together, you both found it fun adapting multi-member choreographies into duet choreographies. Adapting choreographies was a hobby you two had in common.

You finish dancing through a few other songs, stopping for quick kissing breaks between them, and after about an hour and a half, you and Hwanwoong settle down for a break. You sit together with your backs against the wall, nose to nose, mumbling about how you guys' week has been between kisses.

"Y/Nie," Hwanwoong murmurs, pulling away to smile at you.

"Hmm?"

"I love you," he says. You peck a kiss onto his lips softly. 

"I love you too." He leans forward to kiss you, when suddenly the door opens and you both yell in surprise, with you jumping back into Hwanwoong, who instinctively wraps his arms around you as you both look at the door.

“Oopsies,” Hwanwoong mutters behind you.

Keonhee, whose head is in the room, is staring at you two in shock. He must have seen you and Hwanwoong kissing. Or maybe he didn't. Maybe if you play it cool, he'll think he misunderstood something or something.

You dust off your clothes and smile up at Youngjo innocently.

"Hey, Keonhee," you say cheerfully. "Hwanwoong and I were just taking a break from practicing some dances.

"Were you just . . . ?" Keonhee puckers his lips and raises his eyebrows questioningly. "Were you two just kissing?"

"No!" Hwanwoong says quickly, sounding so desperate that it's so obvious. "No, no! We were just . . . talking!"

"Lies. I know what I saw," Keonhee scolds. "You two were definitely kissing! How long has this been going on?"

"H-how long has what been going on?" Hwanwoong asks. "We weren't--"

Keonhee slips back into the hallway, closing the door loudly. Hwanwoong looks at you, and you can see that he's panicking so much inside. You turn and face him and take his hands.

"Y/N, oh God, they know," he says, tunning his hand through his hair anxiously. "What do we--oh God--what do we do?"

You squeeze his hands and cup his cheeks, making him look at you.

"Hwanwoong, calm down. It'll be fine," you say. You don't know that. You don't know what'll happen at all, but it's better to stay calm.

The door opens abruptly, and you and Hwanwoong look up at the intruders. You had expected, when the door opened, that it would be Keonhee. But to your horror--and probably Hwanwoong's horror as well--Keonhee is accompanied by Youngjo. Neither of them look pissed. Keonhee is smiling softly, in fact. Almost reassuringly.

"So Keonhee told me you two were kissing in here," Youngjo says.

"Youngjo, I can explain!" Hwanwoong says, his voice panicked. "We were just talking, it was a big misunderstanding--"

"Yeo Hwanwoong," Youngjo says sternly. "Keonhee saw you and Y/N kiss. Now. Tell us, how long has this been going on?"

You and Hwanwoong look at each other. Youngjo obviously won't give up, so you might as well tell him. Hwanwoong apparently agrees.

"A year . . ." He says, ducking his head in shame. "I'm sorry, Youngjo. We should have told you guys, but we didn't want to . . . well, we didn't want it to get in the way of the group's popularity or anything. And we didn't want you guys to think dating Y/N was going to distract me . . ."

"Are you kidding?" Youngjo asks, sitting down in front of you and Hwanwoong, his legs crossed as he smiles at you both reassuringly. "We've all thought you two would be cute together since even before our debut," he says with a chuckle.

"I . . . you're not mad?"

Youngjo shakes his head. "No, of course not. If anything, we're happy that you're finally together. Wish you'd told us sooner."

"You guys were always cute together," Keonhee says. "We've wanted you to be together for so long. And now you're telling us you've been hiding it for a year?"

Hwanwoong hums and hugs you from behind, burying his face in your neck, hiding his face from the other two. You nod.

"Wait until we tell the other three," Keonhee says. Youngjo nudges him and looks back at you and Hwanwoong.

"I know the other three will be thrilled to find out. But I think it'd be better if you told them," Youngjo says. "In the end, it is you guys' choice who to tell and when."

Hwanwoong smiles and nuzzles his nose into your cheek. "Wanna tell them, Y/Nie?"

You nod, running your hand through his hair, which you know he finds calming. "Sure."

[propertyofnikkisthighs]

She’s My Collar pt. 5

So I was gonna try to upload an update for both fics, but I’m still feeling yucky so have this chapter for now which I’m sorry if it’s not great, the next one will be better I promise lol.

Tag List: @nowhereiswhereibelong​ @littlemisscare-all​

“Miss did you hear me?” The officer in front of me grunts.

“I’m sorry could you repeat the question for me?” I ask shyly focusing on him and not Kevin shouting and thrashing as the other cops are shoving him into the police car.

“I asked you if you could give me your recount of the events that took place tonight.”

“Oh right. Well…”

The flames are starting the consume the curtains and spread across the carpet as Tommy and I round the corner from my bedroom. I make a beeline for the kitchen to grab the extinguisher I had luckily purchased when Nikki started lighting himself on fire in their apartment. I toss it to Tommy and he gets everything currently on fire doused with the foamy liquid. 

“What the fuck?” He wonders aloud as he reaches down picking up a broken bottle out of the mess. “River who the fuck would throw a moltov cocktail in your apartment?”

It’s like Loki the God of chaos himself is answering him when my door is kicked in and Kevin sways in full of intoxicated rage. He spots me frozen with fear against the fridge and begins to stomp towards me.

“You fucking good for nothing cunt I should’ve killed you when I had the chance” He screams and lunges towards me but is knocked to the ground by Tommy tackling him.

Tommy’s fist is covered in blood by the time I can get him pulled off Kevin and he spits on him as I get him pulled out of there just in time for the police and fire department to be pulling into the parking lot.

“We’ll be in touch.” The man hands me his card with his info on it before getting in his car and leaving.

Tommy is silent as we walk back to my apartment for me to inspect the damage done. My plants near my window scorched and my carpet destroyed is enough to send me over the edge. I collapse in the fetal position and let myself break down for the first time since the chaos began. I feel Tommy lay on the ground next to me and wrap his arms around me letting me have my moment. 

“Thank you.” I hoarsely let out.

“I told you that you were stuck with us guys for the rest of your life especially me.” He pressed a small kiss to my shoulder and butterflies filled my stomach.

“Let's get off the ground.” I sniffle the both of us sitting back up slowly and eventually clambering back into my bed. 

He pulls me against his body and rests his chin on the top of my head, the soft movement of him breathing lulling me to sleep.

“It’s the goddamn principal of the matter.” Nikki ranted as he paced through my living room while I tried to enjoy my morning coffee.

“So tell Vince you’re pissed.”

“No I can’t let him think he won. He needs to think I never wanted Beth in the first place.” He scoffed.

“Did you want Beth?”

“She gives great blowjobs. That’s why I suggested a threesome in the first place.” He plops into one of my chairs looking up at the ceiling.

“Listen Nikki I’m gonna be brutally honest since we’re friends and you would be with me, this is your fault for opening up your girlfriend to Vince Neil.”

“I hate it when you’re right you know that?”

“You’ll find a new groupie to fuck Nikki you’ll be fine. Now we gotta get to the studio you boys have photos for the album we need to take today.”

The boys had finished recording their first album by the grace of God himself. They spent the entire few days in the studio drunk and pissing off their sketchball manager, but by the end of it they had a full blown album that didn’t take much money to produce. They even got to save money on photos for the album since I was their personal photographer, which aforementioned sketchball was thrilled about. His name was Alan, but I didn’t have a good feeling about him so I rarely referred to him by his name, not to his face.

“My hair isn’t going to show!” Vince pouted in front of the (awful) white background Alan had thrown together for their album pictures.

“It’ll be fine Vinnie we’re gonna get them edited by a professional.” He quipped from beside me.

“Excuse me?” I ask unaware he was having somebody else  edit my photos.

“Well yeah sweetheart you expect me to trust the work of an amature to look good enough without editing? You’re out of your mind.” 

“Listen here you sweaty ass-” I’m cut off by Tommy’s hand covering my mouth blocking the next slew of insults I had prepared.

“Let's take 5 for a cigarette break” He says cheerfully and leads me away still covering my mouth.

“You can stop licking my hand thinking that is gonna make me move it from your mouth you know.” Tommy says after dragging me outside the building we were shooting in. I pull away from him and fix him with a death glare that he just chuckles at lighting up a cigarette.

“I don’t want someone else to fuck with my photos Tommy. They’ll ruin it, I just know it.”

“It’ll be fine Riv. Besides if it’s fucked up then next time Alan can pay you more to do the photos and the editing.”

“Yeah that cheap bastard isn’t about to pay me more for jack shit Tommy.” I roll my eyes and pace back and forth in front of him. “Are you guys sure you want him as your manager? He gives me a weird feeling.”

“I think you’re paranoid babe” Tommy pulled me close and placed a kiss on my forehead. “Now lets get through this photoshoot so we can party it up later alright?”

“As much as I hate The Troubadour sometimes, yes I’m willing to get through the rest of the photoshoot so that we can go ‘party it up’ with the boys there” I tease and lean in close to him.

Tommy’s intoxicating scent of leather, cigarettes, and the men’s body wash I’ve been getting him to use pulls me in and I tuck my face into his neck and place a soft kiss there. He hums as his hand plays softly in my hair and he pulls slightly to tilt my head up. Our lips connect in a soft peck and he pulls away to stroke my cheek with his thumb.

When I walk back in Alan was nowhere to be found, which was perfect for me so that I could get my work done faster. Vince it seems has also finished his little temper tantrum as well. The rest of the shoot goes by without a hitch and we get our final shot for the cover of the album, which was just a close up shot of Vince’s crotch. By the time we get done and piled into my car it’s about time to get ready for the party the boys were throwing for completing the album and releasing it themselves on their own record label.

“Are you Nikki Sixx?” A voice off to the side of Nikki calls and he turns from our conversation with a shit eating grin giving her a single “no”  in response.

“Oh well that’s a shame cause I was going to split this quaalude with him.” She shrugs and goes to move on, but Nikki quickly stops her and confirms he in fact is Nikki Sixx and he was just fucking with her.

I watch her smile and bite her drug in half placing the other half onto Nikki’s tongue and he looks like he just might be falling in love for the first time. I look around and see Vince and Beth wrapped up together and Mick nursing his bottle of vodka, but I can’t find Tommy. I make my way through the crowd up to the bar and I don’t spot the tall brunette anywhere. He could just be outside smoking a cigarette, I tell myself feeling the bits of insecurity start to blossom in my head. 

“Two Jack and Cokes please” I say to the bartender when I finally get his attention. I figure if I go to find Tommy with a drink in hand it makes me look less like a crazy person.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing ordering your own drinks?” The man to my left says and I have to put effort into not rolling my eyes.

“Well nothing on me is broken so I’m more than capable of getting my own drinks” I shoot back trying to walk away, but his hand comes up to block me from going forward.

“I’m just saying if you got a man he should be catering to you. What’s your name goddess?” His sickening grin shows teeth all too white against far too tan of skin. 

“Her name is none of your business.” A deep huff comes from behind me and I turn to see Mick casually leaning against the bar.

“What are you her fucking dad?” The overly bronze man snaps.

“I’m trying to help you, but if you don’t want to keep all your fucking teeth that’s your dumbass decision.” Mick chuckles and tips his head to Tommy making his way towards us already sending hate eyes to the man next to me.

“You should listen to the man.” I shrug. “He fights.” I nod toward Tommy for emphasis.

The man looks like he’s about to argue when I feel Tommy slide his arm across my shoulders.

“This guy bothering you babe?” He asks sipping the drink in my hand never breaking eye contact with the strange guy with a look that said ‘one wrong move and I’ll kill you.

I smile like a cat that just caught a mouse and sip my drink as well.

My back hits the back wall of the closet as Tommy tries to find a secure place to hold my body so he can kiss me and grind into me at the same time.

“Fuck can I get this kind of reaction everytime I stick up for you.” Tommy pants breaking away from our kissing to catch his breath.

He hisses as I grind against him while pulling his hair back to expose his neck to me. I take the opportunity to nip at the skin there and feel the rumbling of another groan pass through him. Tommy begins to unlace his pants and suddenly the realization of how public we are hits me. Right as a worker opens the closet door to be exact.

“Ah I’m so sorry!” I yelp climbing off Tommy and rushing out of the closet and out the back door. Tommy is hot on my tail quickly catching up with the help of his long ass legs.

“Come on.” Tommy begins leading me to my car. “We’re going to your apartment to finish this.

[et-lesailes]

puppy play

pairing: chris evans x reader

themes: puppy snugs, chris snugs, just all the fluff

word count: 1550

summary: you and your husband chris appear on buzzfeed’s famous “playing with puppies” interview, ready to surprise the fans with bigger news than anyone was expecting.

taglist: @viarogers, @evanstush, @chibi-crazy, @chalamet-evans, @world-of-losers,@songforhema  @sebabestianstan101 @tanyam93 @b-val1@wonderwinchester@little-miss-exo​ @poerebel @bitchbabes-world 

note: requested by anonymous // hope you enjoy! also just wanted to apologize to everyone that my fics have been so much shorter lately. while i’m traveling, i’ve been writing on my phone which usually ends up in less of a word count as compared to when i use my laptop. but i’m still putting all my effort into making these as good as i can for you all, i promise :))

** please send an ask if you would like to be added to my taglist of any chris evans related fics!

You smiled brightly at the camera waving as the BuzzFeed interviewer introduced you and your husband as the two of you sat on the floor; though of course, she did not actually introduce you two as that, considering the general public had no idea. As far as everyone was concerned, you and Chris had been dating for years and engaged for around six months, but you had still managed to keep it a secret that the two of you had gone ahead and had an incredibly private ceremony to officiate your new relationship; while part of you felt guilty for leaving your fans out of your life, both of you had discussed how you simply did not feel like receiving all the exhausting backlash that came with such announcements. "Didn't he just propose? That marriage isn't going to last." "Isn't she younger than him? She has no idea what she's doing yet, she won't want to be tied down for long." "Is he even ready for a stable relationship? He seems like he's always working on some project or the other."

However, now that it had been four months of marriage and things were sailing smoothly, the two of you had discussed before today's BuzzFeed interview that you'd finally be willing to break the news-- along with some other very important information. It would end up being a personal interview, that was for sure, but you were actually excited for the big reveal. As the recently awarded Model of the Year, you loved and appreciated your fans, and you wanted them to know about your life-- you knew you could not let the negative comments get to you, considering they were not about to end anytime soon given you and your husbands' careers, and it was about time to suck it up and face the music. Besides, you knew you had several respectful and loving fans who would support you and your relationship, and so you would make sure to focus on that.

You squealed in delight as the crew released a small horde of puppies towards you; when BuzzFeed had contacted you and Chris asking if you wanted to do the “play with puppies” interview, the two of you did not even hesitate. You both loved dogs far more than you loved humans (hell, maybe more than you loved each other) and so this was more than fun for you guys. Chris’ had a huge smile on his face as the puppies ran towards him, his mouth open wide in delight. “Hello, little guys!! Look at you-- oh, God, look at you-- babe, are you seeing this, they’re so fuckin’ cute.” He blinked and suddenly looked to the cameras, laughing, “I’m not allowed to swear, am I? Oh, you’ll beep it out? Okay, nice.” You sighed and rolled your eyes fondly towards the camera at your husband’s potty mouth, but you’d be lying if you said you didn't find his swearing attractive. Picking up a puppy to snuggle on your lap, you smiled up at Chris cutely. “Kinda makes ya want another one, doesn’t it…?” you said innocently, even holding it up to make Chris look it in the eyes. He laughed and playfully covered his eyes, shaking his head. “Don’t do this to me!! You know puppies are my weakness!”

You were happy to be on a set where you could act so naturally with your husband; you tried to do that as much as possible in general, but it was difficult for some shows that had more strict rules. The interviewer and crew were laughing as they watched the two of you fool around for a bit before finally starting to ask questions.

“So you two are officially living together, aren’t you? How has that been?”

“Amazing.” Chris instantly replied, a grin crossing his lips as he glances at you, simultaneously stroking the puppies clambering onto his lap. “It was a really smooth transition, honestly. She moved into my place, and she was already spending a lot of nights anyways, so it wasn’t too different ya know?”

You smiled and nodded, looking back on the past few months of living with Chris. “We’re both pretty independent people, so we know when to give each other space, but we also know when to come together and have time for just us, too. No phones, not even TV, just talking and catching up-- and of course showering our dog Dodger with love,” you said with a giggle, thrilled to simply be able to call Dodger yours too.

“So you two are able to balance your busy schedules and making sure to have some date nights, too? I imagine it would be difficult, what with Chris having so many upcoming projects and you doing photoshoots practically every other week!” 

“It’s definitely hard sometimes,” you pondered thoughtfully, “but we learned early on that communication is the most important. Sometimes you have to accept that one person might be busy, even for months on end if it's a big project-- but as long as we let each other know beforehand, we’re understanding.”

“She’s the most understanding girl I could ask for,” Chris piped in, a smile on his face. “We’re just always on the same page, I swear. And if we’re not, it’s so easy to talk it out, there’s no pressure or tension. I’m incredibly grateful for her.” You swore you were about to tear up from hearing his touching words, and you knew there was blush on your cheeks; you giggled as you look to the camera, biting on your lip clearly happy, laughing as the crew starts to coo in support. “He’s alright I guess,” you playfully added on nonetheless, casually shrugging your shoulders and earning an “offended” scoff from the male, though the twinkle in his eyes is undeniably there. 

The interview continued and the puppies were as playful as ever, making you and Chris laugh with their adorable antics and persistent kisses. The two of you answered relationship questions, career questions, lifestyle questions; the interviewer seemed to be wrapping things up, and then came the question you guys had been waiting for.

“So, Chris, fans are dying to know-- when are you two finally going to get married?” she inquired with a playfully sly smile, and he glanced at you with a little grin. You matched his expression, looking at him for a few moments keeping up the suspense; even the camera crew looked interested now, leaning slightly forward as they looked at you guys suspiciously. He finally looked back to the camera, cradling a sleeping puppy tenderly in his muscular arm. “Well… don’t hate us, but my beautiful fiancée and I actually decided to become husband and wife a few months ago…” 

The reactions practically overtook the studio-- loud gasps, squeals, cheers, applause-- the two of you couldn’t help but laugh as you looked around, simultaneously getting attacked by overexcited puppies who were now completely alert and hyped up from the noise. “Okay, okay!” Chris laughed loudly as one practically climbed up him to cover his face in kisses, holding him up in the air keeping him at a safe distance. “I love you too, little guy!” 

“Wait, wait, wait,” you spoke over the noise, giggling excitedly as you glanced at Chris briefly before looking to the camera. “We may also have a new member of the Evans family coming along, and while I’d love for it to be one of these adorable little guys, it’s someone else…” Chris grins as he leans over, gently touching your belly, his eyes full of love as he looks up at you before looking to the camera wiggling eyebrows. “So I hope you guys understand why my beautiful wife will be taking a little hiatus from her modeling career pretty soon-- nothing but rest and relaxation for my baby mama,” he said with a playful grin, leaning over and pressing a kiss to your cheek. You giggle as more puppies scramble upwards to try and get in on the kissing action, holding one as you lean into Chris’ body. “We’re sorry we didn’t tell you all earlier, we just wanted some privacy with our relationship for a little bit while we were newly married,” you apologized, feeling like you owed it to the fans to explain why you had been hiding something so huge. “But now that you know,” Chris pitched in, grin still spread across his face, “expect an obnoxious amount of baby related tweets and photos, okay?” 

The interviewer and crew clap again, cheering in delight. “Congratulations, guys! We can’t wait to see the newest Evans in a few months!” You laugh as Chris pulls you into a hug, then squeal as he playfully pulls you down backwards to lie on the floor, the two of you now being climbed all over by tiny puppy paws. “Thank you for watching, and thanks for having us, BuzzFeed!” you playfully call out from the floor, lifting your hand up to make a peace sign to the camera and slightly cough-laughing as a small paw presses against your throat; Chris laughs loudly along with you, the two of you practically forgetting that you were at an interview as you play and roll around with the pups, completely happy and very much in love. 

[ryqoshay]

Tri-Arame: Happy Nyan Day

Primary Pairing Trio: YuuAyuSetsu Secondary Groupings: AiRina, ShizuKasu, EmmaKariKana Words: ~2.6k Rating: G Time Frame: Sometime during the 2nd trimester of their 2nd year? Later? Story Arc: Stand Alone

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Author’s Note: I couldn’t help myself. The song is too cute. And I may have hit triple digits at some point for plays...

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“Alright, next order of business,” Setsuna said from her position by the whiteboard “Yuu-san has written several songs for our new subgroups, so we need to decide who gets each one.” She seemed to be barely able to contain her excitement, but must have been tapping deep into Nana to keep up a professional appearance as she and Kasumi lead the meeting.

Subgroups… Ayumu couldn’t quite get used to the term. The Nijigasaki School Idol Club was a group of solo idols; rivals but friends, as they had come to call themselves. Only since their joint performance at the School Idol Festival had they started doing more things as a group. Then Setsuna and Kasumi insisted that they form subgroups, as it was apparently a popular thing with idol groups. But they still were not technically a group…

Then again, she seemed to be the only one who had an issue with the concept. Everyone else had been excited so Ayumu had decided not to voice her dissent.

After much discussion, as well as calling in votes from their fellow students, the subgroups were assigned and Ayumu ended up in one with Setsuna and Shizuku. And for some reason, they had been assigned a couple of peppy, almost embarrassingly happy songs to start, ones that didn’t really match any of their styles as individual idols.

Of course, Setsuna had been thrilled to use it all as an excuse to explore a facet of school idols not normally in her repertoire. Shizuku had decided it would be a way to expand her acting skills. And Ayumu found herself just going along with them. However, she couldn’t deny that she was having fun. A lot of fun, actually.

Ayumu was distracted from her thoughts as a stack of music sheets was passed to her from Shizuku sitting beside her. She flipped through the pages and started skimming to get an idea of what Yuu had written for them.

“Ne, Karin-chan.” Emma said from across the table as she pointed to something on one of the sheets in her hand.

Next to her, Karin leaned over a little to get a better view before nodding approval. She then held up a page and motioned to Ai who was in her usual spot on the couch next to Rina. Ai found the indicated sheet in her own stack and also nodded. Seemed like DiverDiva may have figured out which song they wanted to claim.

“Yuu-san.” Setsuna suddenly uttered.

“Mm?” The twin-tailed girl next to Ayumu responded.

“Is this one based on that anime we started watching?”

Yuu chuckled. “I figured you’d be the one to notice that first.”

Oh, Ayumu knew that expression. Mt. Yuki was about to erupt in explosive excitement.

“That’s amazing!” Setsuna exclaimed. “It works so well! It could be the opening sequence for the second season, easily!”

“A song based on an anime?” Kasumi questioned. “What’s it about?”

“Ohmygoditssogood!” Setsuna gushed as she grabbed the younger girl’s hands before launching into a rapid fire, overly detailed description.

Ayumu empathized a little with the expression Kasumi displayed. She looked like she just had a chalkboard eraser dropped on her head, despite by all rights knowing of the trap’s existence based on prior experience. However, over the last few months, Ayumu had come to find Setsuna’s passion for anime, even her soft spot for certain cliches, to be rather endearing. As such, she just smiled as she watched her fellow second-year geek out.

“Andtheyallcompeteforthemastersaffectionandthereisanadventurousbutclumsyoneandatsundereoneandaseriousoneandatimidoneshesthecutestbyfarshessopureandsheliterallyisascaredycat” Setsuna’s verbal torrent continued “Honestlytheyreallcutecatgirlsingeneralaresocute!”

Wait. Catgirls? That’s the series that had inspired Yuu to write a song? The one where the protagonist rescues a bunch of cats that end up magically transforming into girls? That horribly written harem, chock full of overused tropes, fanservice and plot holes? What the heck was Yuu thinking?

Sure, the protagonist was pretty cute with her twin tailed hairstyle, and she was a heck of a saint for putting up with the antics of all the catgirls living with her. But that wasn’t enough to make up for all of the other shortcomings of the series as far as Ayumu was concerned. So why that one? Why was that the series that inspired a song?

“Hmm…” Kanata hummed from the other side of the table. “Seems like A・ZU・NA has their song decided.”

Oh gods, no…

“I have no objections.” Shizuku spoke up. “The song does seem to fit well with the others we’ve already performed. However, given the primary subject, are we to then act as cats?”

Shizuku-chan, not you as well…

“Or course!” Setsuna proclaimed, releasing Kasumi as her attention shifted.

How embarrassing…

“Hrm…” Shizuku pondered. “I may have to practice that.”

“Well to help with that,” Setsuna began speed walking toward the club’s storage lockers “we should get some cat ears!”

“We have cat ears?” Ayumu asked aloud before realizing she had done so.

“Of course!” Kasumi was the one to chime in this time. “Every school idol should wear cat ears at some point. Setsuna-senpai is right that catgirls are cute. The fans love that kind of thing and they make someone like me even cuter!”

“Rinari and Ai-san have already dressed as cats for that one animal themed photoshoot we had.” Ai reminded.

Oh, that’s right. Ayumu had ended up being a rabbit and had to endure Yuu’s teasing the entire time.

“We still have the ears you two wore.” Setsuna’s voice came from within the open locker. “And here are the rest.” She stepped back, revealing a box filled with various costume accessories.

“Setsuna-chan’s already getting into it.” Yuu chuckled.

Sure enough, the raven-haired girl was already wearing a grey set of cat ears with darker grey stripes and red inner lining. With an ear-to-ear smile, she practically skipped back to the table to set down the box.

Shizuku leaned in to inspect the selection. “How about this one?” She retrieved a set with a calico pattern.

“Those suit you well, Shizuku-san.” Setsuna approved. “Now for you, Ayumu-san.”

“Eh, me too?” Ayumu startled.

“Yes.” Setsuna nodded before turning her attention to the box. “Let’s see…”

“How about this one?” Yuu reached out and grabbed a pair of pink cat ears.

“Yuu-chan, wai…” Before Ayumu could finish, Yuu had already slipped the headband on her.

“Perfect.” Yuu declared. “And they’re at least as cute as the bunny ears, though I may still like Ayu-pyon a bit more than Ayumyan.”

Ayumyan…? Heat gathered in Ayumu’s cheeks.

“So, now that we’re all wearing cat ears, what else should we do?” Shizuku inquired.

“We act like cats.” Setsuna stated decisively.

“Yes, but how?”

“We act like they do in the anime. Hrm… Perhaps like this!” She dropped to her knees next to Yuu. “Goshujinsamya!” She cried, curling her fingers and hands to mimic paws and placing them on Yuu’s legs. She looked up excitedly as though she was about to jump into the other girl’s lap.

“Wha? You’re making me the master, Setsunyan?” Yuu laughed.

“Well you do look a little like the protagonist.”

“I do? Hrm… maybe.” Yuu shrugged before reaching down to pat Setsuna’s head.

Ayumu felt a sharp pang of the all too familiar jealousy she had been working hard to get past. But seriously, she knew Setsuna was capable of being embarrassed. How was she able to just shut off her shame like that and behave in just the right way to make Ayumu feel like this?

Movement by the whiteboard caught Ayumu’s eye. Oh no, Kasumi was walking toward them. Ayumu followed the first-year’s gaze down to Yuu’s free hand. Ayumu was significantly closer, but if she didn’t make her move now, Kasumi would beat her to it.

But everyone else was here. Watching.

Setsuna let out a sound that could pass as a cat’s mewl, closed her eyes and pushed up into Yuu’s hand.

Geez…

“G… Go… Goshujinsamya…” She squeaked out, sliding off her seat to mirror Setsuna.

“Dwaaa…” Yuu cooed. “Don’t worry Ayumyan, I won’t forget about you.” She patted Ayumu’s head as well.

Ayumu had to suppress making a sound like Setsuna had a moment ago, though she now understood the cause.

“Sen~pai~” Kasumi wailed, predictably. “Don’t forget about Kasumin… I mean Kasumyan!”

“Sorry, Kasumyan, but my hands are full.” Yuu apologized. “Maybe a raincheck? And while I’m at it, to complete the subgroup, I suppose I could get Shizunyan in as well.”

Really? Were they all going to get their names nyanified now?

“Thank you for the offer, Yuu-senpai,” Shizuku said “but I shall pass.”

“Ah ha!” Ai laughed. “So that was Yuyu’s plan all along! Surround herself with catgirls.”

Yuu shrugged. “It’s a school idol club and we already had the props. It was bound to happen eventually anyway.”

Yuu surrounded by catgirls? Ayumu didn’t particularly like that idea. However… she glanced over at the girl opposite her. Perhaps… if it was just them… maybe it would be alright? Maybe. Just maybe.

“Kyaa!” Kasumi shrieked. “Sh-Sh-Shizuko, when did you get…?!”

Ayumu looked up to see that the theater student had made her way behind the boastful idol and placed a pair of cream-colored ears on her.

“There, there.” Shizuku said gently, patting her fellow first-year’s head. “That’s a good girl, Kasumyan.”

“I… I’d still prefer Senpai to give me head pats…” Kasumi grumbled.

Shizuku’s shoulders slumped, she dropped her hand and donned a hurt expression. “So, I’m not good enough to substitute?”

Kasumi turned, made eye contact with Shizuku and winced. “That’s not what I meant! I’m sorry Shizuko! You’re head pats are great! Please, uhm… please continue.”

Immediately, Shizuku brightened. “Shizunyan.” She corrected cheerfully and resumed patting the other girl’s head.

“Wait, were you just acting?”

“Maybe. Maybe not.” Ayumu detected a small change in Shizuku’s smile. “You’ll have to figure that out on your own.” Had she actually been acting?

“Hmmm… nya~n…” Kanata drawled sleepily.

Emma giggled in response which pulled Ayumu’s attention to that side of the table. The redheaded third-year had found a light brown set of cat ears with cute purple lining, placed them on Katana and started petting her like Yuu was doing to her and Setsua and Shizuku was to Kasumi. She had also found a red pair with green lining for herself.

“Here, Karinyan.” Emma smiled and held out a blue set.

“No thanks, Emma,” Karin started to refuse “I’m goo… eh?” Pink started to dust her cheeks as the accessory was moved closer. “Fine…” She sighed and relented.

Slowly, ever so slowly, Karin reached up and placed a hand on top of Emma’s head. The redhead responded with a content hum and pushed up a little into the affectionate gesture.

“Ainyan’s not going to be left out of this!” Ai proclaimed, practically jogging to the table. “Ne, Rinya, don’t these look a little like Hanpen’s?” She held up a set.

“Mm.” Rina confirmed. “They are very cute. I like them.”

“Perfect.” Ai grabbed what looked like a yellow set for herself and made her way back to the couch.

So, did that mean everyone in the club was now wearing cat ears? Ayumu wondered. No, everyone except… She looked up.

“What’s up, Ayumyan?” Yuu asked with a gentle smile as their eyes met and she paused her pats.

Geez, there was no way Ayumu was going to get used to that nickname. With heat gathering in her cheeks, she averted her gaze. Yuu seemed to be all too willing to dismiss the disruption as she hummed happily and resumed her affections.

As a peaceful quite settled in the clubroom, Ayumu turned her attention once again to Setsuna. So often she had thought of the excitable girl as likened to a puppy. However, as she was now, Setsuna looked very much like a cat about to curl up in Yuu’s lap, start purring and fall asleep.

Adorable.

What might it be like to be the one petting her? Ayumu considered. What if Yuu-chan and I swapped places? Would they both look up at me like that? Would they call me… Goshu… Geez, she couldn’t even complete the thought. Still, as embarrassing as it might be, it was more than a little appealing. Perhaps next…

Wait, didn’t they still have practice?

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Setsuna felt heat rise in her cheeks as memories from earlier in the day suddenly sprung forth in her mind. She shook her head, though was unable to avoid the oncoming thoughts. With a sigh, she sat back in her chair for a couple minutes of break from her studies.

Geez, she had really let herself get carried away. Sure, new songs from Yuu were always worth excitement and one based on a beloved anime series worth that much more, but…

Had she really needed to do that with Yuu? Setsuna mentally checked through other possible candidates. The first-years were out as calling someone younger master seemed strange. She didn’t feel quite as close to the third-years, though any of them probably would have been fine with it.

That just left her fellow second-years. Ai would have probably teased her about such a display, which would have been a bit embarrassing but otherwise alright. However, how would Rina have reacted? Of course, by that logic, targeting Yuu had resulted in upsetting Kasumi. So that only left Ayumu.

Ayumu-san…

While Yuu’s affection had been great, really great, wonderful in fact, Setsuna couldn’t help wondering how it might have felt if Ayumu had taken Yuu’s place. She then immediately realized she already had a fairly close approximation by way of how often Ayumu styled her hair.

And on that topic, was it Setsuna’s imagination or had Ayumu been the only one to work with her hair as of late? Though many of the prepping duties before their Lives were divided among anyone able to assist, ever since Ayumu had taught her how to make her adorable signature braided buns, it seemed she had been the one to style Setsuna’s hair.

Setsuna racked her memory. Had Yuu really never helped with that? Ai? Emma? Anyone else? She couldn’t recall. Strange. But, was it intentional? Surely Ayumu wasn’t the type to quietly manipulate a situation to ensure a desired outcome, right? No, it had to be a coincidence. In either case, Setsuna was unable to come up with a reason to object to the situation.

Setsuna blinked. That had been an odd tangent.

A different thought occurred to her. Had she overstepped her bounds earlier? Had she put herself in a position that could be interpreted as trying to come between Ayumu and Yuu?

Setsuna ran a replay of their walk from school to the station after practice. Neither seemed to behave differently toward her or attempt to exclude her from conversation or anything like that. It had all seemed quite normal, as far as she could tell.

The three had talked about plans for choreography and costuming for the new song. Of course, Yuu had used several opportunities to tease Ayumu who responded with her predictable flustered adorableness while Setsuna enjoyed the show. Just another enjoyable walk with them, same as yesterday and hopefully tomorrow, and as many other days as possible until the end of their school year. And maybe next year as well.

So no, it would seem Setsuna had not overstepped her bounds and was still on good terms with her two closest friends. That was a relief. If anything, perhaps she had actually strengthened her bonds with them? That would be nice. Really nice.

Setsuna smiled to herself as she suddenly had the urge to rewatch the catgirl anime. She glanced at the clock and determined she had spent enough time studying and it was late enough that her parents were unlikely to walk in on her. She slid her laptop in front of herself, navigated to the streaming site and started watching. Tomorrow, she would have to be sure to talk with Yuu and Ayumu about it again.

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Author’s Notes Continued in Followup Post

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Always Waiting - Chapter Eleven

Always Waiting- Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader

Always Waiting Masterlist

Summary: Dustin tells Y/n and Steve about the super-secret Russian code, Mark Lewinsky stops by Scoops Ahoy, steve??? jealous??? The code gets translated.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader

A/n: I’m back!! I hope you are all staying healthy! Now that all my classes are online and I’m back home I will have plenty of time to write! As always lmk if you want to be added to the taglist!

Warnings: Swearing, typos

Word Count: 1.6k

“Hi Robin, is, uh, is he here?” You overhear Dustin talking to Robin at the front of the shop. Steve heard it too, nearly knocking you down as he busts through the door.

“Henderson! He’s back!” Steve jumps over the counter running up to Dustin.

“I’m back!”

Robin looks back at you giving you a puzzled look while Dustin and Steve do a dorky handshake. They both start laughing once it’s done.

“What the hell did I just witness?” You ask. They both look up at you with smiles on their faces. “Alright Dusty, I’ll get you some ice cream and we can sit down and catch up, yeah?” Dustin nods and goes to sit down.

*.    *.    *

“Hotter than Phoebe Cates? No, no way.” Steve crosses his arms.

“Yes she is, brilliant too. And she doesn’t even care that my real pearls are still coming in. She says kissing is better without teeth,” Your eyes nearly bulge out of your head. You look over at Steve who has a shocked looked on his face.

“Oh… Wow Dustin. That’s, yeah, that’s great,” you stutter.

“Wow man, I’m- I’m proud of you. That’s kind of romantic.”

Dustin shoves his spoon into his ice cream sundae and takes another big bite. You and Steve just watch him. “Do you really get to eat as much as this as you want?” Dustin looks up to you.

“Yeah, I mean sure. It’s not really a good idea for me though, I gotta keep in shape for the ladies.”

Rolling your eyes, you stick your spoon into Dustin’s sundae, “Oh yeah? And how’s that working out for you?” You raise your eyebrows at him, grinning. Dustin giggles.

“Ignore her.” Steve tells Dustin.

“And how are you two getting along?” Dustin points his two fingers at you.

You glance over at Steve, feeling your cheeks getting red. “Um, yeah, it’s been good.” Steve nods.

Dustin raises his eyebrows and smirks. You clear your throat, “So, did you like the Party’s surprise yesterday?” Dustin puts his spoon down and slouches back in the booth.

“Yeah it was cool, I guess.”

“You guess?”

“Yeah, afterwards they ditched me!”

“What?” You frown.

“My first day back, can you believe that shit?”

“Woah, seriously?” Steve pipes up.

“Yeah, but they’ll regret it, big time, when they don’t get to share my glory.”

You and Steve share a glance. “Glory, what glory?” Steve asks.

“Well I was trying to contact Suzie and I uh…” Dustin looks around then covers his mouth with his hand. “I…” Dustin mumbles something you can’t quite make out. You furrow your brows.

“What?” You lean closer.

“I….” Dustin mumbles again.

“Dustin, man, speak up we can’t hear you.”

“I intercepted a secret Russian communication!” Everyone around you goes quiet. You can feel eyes on you from everyone. You put your head in your hands.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought you said.” Steve says, looking around.

“So uh, what does that mean exactly?” You ask.

“It means we can be heroes, true American heroes.” You squint your eyes and cross your arms. “What’s the catch?”

“No catch, I just need help with translation.”

*       *       *

You, Steve, and Dustin all stood around the back room, listening to the recording.

“So, what do you think?” Dustin asks.

“That music sounds familiar.” Steve says.

“Why are you listening to the music Steve?” The two of them start bickering back and forth. The sound of Robin’s voice gives you an idea.

“We need Robin,” You open up the window and shout at Robin.

“Hey Robin, I’ll take over up front, we need your help back here. Dustin and Steve can fill you in.” You put on your stupid sailor hat and make your way to the cash register.

*       *      *

“I would like to try the peppermint stick please,” Erica Sinclair points to the ice cream.

“Haven’t you already tried that one?” You ask, getting out a sample spoon.

“Yes and I would like to try it again,” you groan and scoop up her ice cream.

You hear the window open, “Hey Henderson, how’s it going up here?” Steve asks, climbing through and hopping over the counter.

“Erica was just asking for more samples,” you tell him. He scoffs, spinning his ice cream scoop and putting it in his belt.

“Erica, you are abusing our sample policy, no more samples today.” You tell her. She huffs and stomps out of the shop. Steve leans over to you, “Do you think Suzie is real?”

“You know, it’s hard to tell, it really is.” You grin up at him.

“Excuse me?” A voice speaks up. You turn around and see Mark Lewinsky.

“Oh, hi Mark!” You smile. Mark looks over to Steve. “Hi Y/n,”

“Hey Harrington,” he gives Steve a wave. Steve leans against the counter with his arms crossed, looking less then amused. “Lewinsky.”

“What kind I get for you today?” You ask.

“Uh, actually I was wondering if you wanted to go on a date? With me? Tomorrow?” He awkwardly combs his fingers through his hair.

“Yes! Absolutely,” you say a little too quickly, you feel your face heat up, “I mean, I would love to, yes.”

“Ok great, I’ll pick you up tomorrow,”

“You’re holding up the line Lewinsky, either buy something or leave,” you forgot Steve was still standing there.

“Alright then, I’ll see you tomorrow Y/n,” you wave goodbye then turn around to face Steve, giving him a good punch to the arm, “What the hell, Steve! There’s not even a line!”

“He’s a douche! Why would you want to go out with someone like him?”

“Well that’s really none of your business,” you say, hitting him one more time.

“Ow! Would you stop that?”

“Hey!” You and Steve turn your heads to see Dustin and Robin watching you, “Would you two lovebirds knock it off, we’re trying to focus,” You feel your cheeks heating up, Steve stumbles over his words and in the process knocks his hat off., “See, I told you, if you want to make them flustered, call them lovebirds,” Robin tells Dustin, they start laughing. You glare at them.

“Have you two figured out the code yet?”

“So far we have “the week is long,” Robin says, pointing to her whiteboard.

“Well that’s thrilling,” Steve says, sounding defeated. The sound of giggling causes you to turn around. You see Eleven and Max. Your jaw drops.

“What are you doing here?” You whisper to El.

“Mike is being an asshole so we’re having a girls day,” Max says.

“Without me?” You ask. They order and you hand them their ice cream.

“Y/n you should come with us!”

You turn and look at Steve, “Think you can hold down the ship, sailor?” He looks towards Max and El then looks back at you, he sighs, “Yeah, sure, go have fun,” You finger gun and him and hop over the counter. You take off your hat and throw it towards Steve.

“I’ll be back in 30!” You shout as you and the girls run out of the store. Steve laughs and shakes his head, spinning your hat around his finger.

*     *       *

You and the girls shopped for clothes, did a photoshoot, and then sat and talked. Max and El caught you up on the whole Mike situation.

“Guys are such assholes,” you roll your eyes.

“That’s what I’m saying!” Max agreed. You looked up at the clock.

“Oh shit, I gotta go back to work,” you turn towards El, “El, Mike’s an asshole, you don’t need him!” You say giving her a hug, “Alright, I’ll see you guys later, have fun!” You yell as you run off.

*       *       *

You, Dustin, Steve, and Robin all stood staring at the board, reciting what was written on it, “The week is long, the silver cat feeds, when blue meets yellow in the west.”

“Huh,”

Steve locks up while you all stand around and wait for him. “I mean, it just can’t be right,” Steve stands up, “No it’s right, it’s obviously like a code or something,” Robin argues. You all start heading towards the mall exit. “It could be a spy could,” Dustin suggests, “Oh yeah! Like a super-secret spy code,” Robin agrees.

“That’s a total stretch,” Steve speaks up.

“I don’t know, is it?” You ask.

“Oh come on, you’re buying into this?” Steve looks over at you in disbelief.

“Listen, just for kicks, let’s just entertain the possibility that it is a secret Russian transmission, I mean, what are they gonna say? Fire the warhead at noon?”

“Exactly,” Dustin states.

“And my translations are correct, I know they are,” Robin confirms.

“So, I guess that confirms your suspicion. Evil Russians,” you teased. You go to look over at Steve but he’s not there.

“Hey, where’d Steve go?” You ask Robin and Dustin. You turn around and see him knelt by the automatic horse. “Steve, I think your too old to ride that” you joke, making your way over to him.

“Just give me a quarter,” he says, fumbling around in his pockets.

“Need some help getting up there Stevie?” Robin jokes, you laugh.

“Quarter!” Steve yells. You throw one to him.

“Are you… going to get on?” You ask, confused as to why he needed the quarter.

“No, I am not going to get on,” he sneered, “would you all just shut up and listen?”

The music that was playing sounded familiar, but you couldn’t put your finger on it.

“Holy shit, the music,” Dustin says. Then it hits you.

“It was on the recording!” You exclaim.

“Maybe they have horses like that in Russia?” Robin asks.

“The Indiana Flyer? No I don’t think so. This code, it didn’t come from Russian,” Steve looks up at you all.

“It came from here.”

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Alexithymia - Bambam, PART 1

Alexithymia = the inability to express one’s feelings.

Admitting your feelings for someone can come with so little time. Sometimes, it comes to late for some of us and Bambam is a part of the unprivileged ones.

Part 2

Hi everyone *clears throat*. I have been deeply hurt to write this, but frankly, I am not half sorry. This is the angst I promised you and it is as angsty as it gets. Enjoy

3.5k words, angst. WARNING!! Implication of violence, rape, and abuse.

“What did you say?” Bambam’s voice was sharp if a little brutal. He couldn’t believe his ears.

“Another photographer is on the way for the shoot—“

Bambam ran a hand through his perfect hair, thus ruining the work of his stylists. He repeated the question, his patience thinning by the second. “Before that hyung. What did you say happened to Y/N?”

Everyone had the infamous pitiful look on their faces, the one dreaded most by the young male. Jaebum approached to place a hand on Bambam’s shoulder which he brushed off almost violently. He took a step closer to his manager. “Hyung.”

The manager took a deep breath, examining Bambam. Trying to convince him to stay for the shoot would result in a huge catastrophe. “She is in surgery now, but the doctors were pessimistic.”

Bambam nodded softly before throwing his coat over his shoulders, frantically searching for his car keys. He didn’t hear his leader trying to talk sense into him, neither did he listen to his manager’s scolding for taking such action, he merely stormed out. Jaebum glanced at Yugyeom who agreed silently not to leave his friend alone, let alone allow him to drive.

 “How long has this been going on?” You breathed out, struggling to calm yourself down despite your trembling hand in which your phone was.

Bambam turned to you with a confused smile on his face. “How long has what been going on?”

You shoved your phone into his face, the texts in the chatroom of your photography team not leaving any possible room for denial. “Man up for once in your life, will you?”

Bambam scoffed at your words and read the proof of his doings slowly as if trying to create some sort of life-saving speech. Or more accurately, trying to come up with something that will eventually make you forgive him. He gulped instead, his mouth suddenly too dry to express any words.

“Say something, goddammit!” You yelled without even realizing it. You cleared your throat and took another deep breath in your lungs. “Lie to me.”

“What is there to lie about?” Bambam’s voice was guttural as he stepped away from you. “I had sex with your apprentice, indeed. For a while now.”

Your hand dropped to your side. You desperately tried to erase his words from your brain; you would even scrub them away if you could. It’s not the mind that was the problem. It was your heart.

Try as you might, you couldn’t hide the disgust on your face. Your silence terrified Bambam; even so, his self-defense mechanism clicked in. “I don’t see why the drama. We’re friends.”

You let out a hollow laugh and shook your head vehemently. “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”

“Oh?” it was Bambam’s time to laugh; it wasn’t until after he had said his so-called argument that he wished he didn’t. “I didn’t know we were exclusive, either.”

 “Yugyeom can you step on it?” Bambam asked desperately as if his presence at the hospital would magically heal you.

“I am going as fast as I can, Bam-ah.” He replied in a low voice, alarmed by his friend’s behavior. “Look, I know Y/N is important to you, but it’s not like—“

“It is my fucking fault!” He scoffed and only common sense held him from putting his fist through the window. “It’s because of me that she fucking left last night.”

 You’d sooner have a gun pointed to your temple than hear Bambam’s voice. With each passing moment, you felt a rift separating the two of you. You turned your back to him, your hands grabbing angrily at your hips as you paced around the house, hopelessly looking for something to say. He was right, you two weren’t together, not officially anyway. You knew what you were throwing yourself into when you met him. He was young, he was handsome, he barely snapped his fingers and had any living female undressing for him.

You had been his group’s photographer for over a year. You could remember vividly the first day on the job. Bambam was a shameless flirt; he didn’t know what boundaries meant. He made his intention to befriend you extremely clear. You’d take on the challenge and you’d listen, at first, how he sneakily boasted his previous adventures. And you brushed off his little jokes because you always justified it with proof: his fearless confessions.

As time passed, however, his habits died down. He wouldn’t find entertainments for his nights, none other than calling you to go for a casual walk, or when he couldn’t sleep you were always on the other end of the line. He would spoil you with dinner, or random boxes of sweets whenever he thought you felt down. He would look out for you silently, in his own way, and confront those who’d make you feel uncomfortable. His members joked that they didn’t believe someone would make him put aside his ‘young and rich’ counterpart.

 And you got along with everyone, they appreciated you very much. And you knew how to communicate with them, bring out the best in them, every time. So you were assigned to each and every photoshoot they had, no matter how little. In a short amount of time, you became close with all of his group. He was thrilled, really. He couldn’t have asked for more from you. To his members, you were as much as a family. But to him, a confusing game of push and pull. Sometimes, he’d stumble over the rope; other times he’d make you overthink it.

“How could you lead me along like that?” you whispered indistinctively, blaming yourself for falling into his trap. Bambam could see how you were sealing yourself into your own fortress from which he barely managed to get you out. Instead of trying to catch you from falling, he carried on spiting poison born from his own weakness.

“I can’t have this argument with you again. I am done justifying my words and actions to you.”

It seemed like Bambam pulled the trigger, evident by the emptiness of your crystalized orbs. You forced eye contact. “Say that again.”

 “Don’t tell me…” Yugyeom trailed off, scared to finish his sentence. He glanced at Bambam. “You did not tell her?”

Bambam bit into the plush of his cheek, fixated on the rapid movements outside the window. He sighed deeply for an answer and ran his hand through his hair yet again. It wasn’t like he was a stranger from your own story. He listened intently when you told him you went through an abusive relationship, how sweetly he talked to you and tricked you into believing him every single time. You refused to tell him at first, no matter how carefully he’d build his approach.

Bambam noticed when his hand would brush over your arm, the way you’d flinch violently then blaming the momentum for it. Or when you two had dinner together and spot happy couples. You needn’t tell him that you were, in fact, hurt. Initially, he convinced himself he’d cheer you up and give you a reason to believe not everyone was an asshole. There was supposed to be a line that he would never cross because he knew he would eventually hurt you if he pushed forward. Even if he wasn’t that despicable a man, he had his unjustified habits. But when does the heart ever listen to reason?

  “Look me in the eyes and say that again. “ you dared, your voice boiling with anger. Bambam remained silent, trying to cusp the gravity of his words. Of course, he believed none of his bullshit, but your frame glowing with disappointment and your acid words froze his every sense. He should have kept his mouth shut then. Not now when you demanded an answer you clearly would not get.

“I should have known I was just another girl to put your dick into.” You scoffed and went to the rack to grab your jacket. Bambam caught you by the wrist and you practically ripped yourself from him. “Keep your hands away from me, Bambam.”

His name sounded bleak coming from your lips now. It wasn’t as warm as it used to be when you’d wave your hand at him, or as daring as you’d make it sound when you challenged him to be a better model. Or as blissful as it felt when he made love to you.

“Y/N, you weren’t just another one to cross off my list. I swear to God, I—“ his breath hitched in his throat. What good would it do to say he came to love you when you would not believe anything coming out of his mouth?

You chuckled. “That night I offered my heart on a tray to you, Bambam. I fucking told you how miserable he made me feel, how fucking close I was to cut my own body, to give up on everything. I open up to anyone in forever, you, I let you touch me, I let you undress me.” You stopped to regain your composure. You didn’t want him to see the tears that had been whirling up in your eyes.

He wanted to convince you it wasn’t a mistake. He didn’t want you to believe it was a rash decision he made under the influence of that wine that tasted like an aphrodisiac on your lips. What did he have to trade to make you believe he was terrified of having such a strong and independent woman by his side?

“Did you at least think of me when you were having sex with her?”

 “Every fucking time.” He whispered under his breath as the scene replayed overwhelmingly in his head. The abominable taste of blood in his mouth brought him back to reality. He must have chewed on his inner cheek.

He wanted to tell you so many times. He meant to tell you that you became something more than a friend to him. He meant to give it a shot. Bambam played it in his head countless times, but the right time never came. There was always something coming up that meddled with his intentions. And he wasn’t good at expressing himself. Bambam asked Jackson for advice and the introspective words Jackson would provide would make him think twice about it. He slowly began hypnotizing himself that you were meant to have someone greater than him, someone, who would know how to cherish you instead of being a childish tease who’d cry to you about every single inconvenience. So he’d shut himself up, his feelings for you growing at a fast pace, although seemingly tucked away.

God knew other members took their chance. When Jinyoung told the guys about his intention to ask you out, a sudden fear nested in his ribcage. It was better than way, he’d repeat to himself like a mantra. Jinyoung would know how to take care of you. He’d make you happier than Bambam ever could. It came as an unusual surprise that Jinyoung was turned down with a vague explanation. And that refueled his feelings toward you, notably when Jinyoung hinted at your own interest in him.

Bambam decided he would muster the courage to ask you out, so he brought one of his treasured bottles of wine and showed up at your house that same night. He could never forget the puzzled expression sketched on your face when you invited him in. You started chatting as you normally did, poured one glass after another, and you opened up about your difficult past.

Every word that was added to your story shaped a sort of irritation in his stomach. How could anyone dare treat you like that? How could they make you feel like you weren’t enough when you most definitely were more than anyone ever deserved?

Your eyes then were so alive, so daring and so hopeful. You needed to be shown how special you were. You needed help to acknowledge your scars, someone to kiss them and teach you how to love them. Someone adamant to show you there is sun after rain. He wanted to be enough for you and he knew that walking by your side would bring out the best in him, too. He knew he could, but he also lacked the trust you did. Little did he know you were slowly pouring it, but he was blinded by his selfish insecurities to let you in. He ignored the fact that he needed you to help him take the reins when he kissed you. Yet he forgot completely when he indulged himself in the transcendent emotions you were igniting in his chest when you allowed him to take you.

 Bambam hoped, prayed for you to hit him. His eyes pleaded you to show him repulsion, or fury, anything that indicated you still had an ounce of trust in him. Anything that would let him repair the damage. He was met by an aching look instead and your puppet movements showed him you threw yourself back into the cage you forged for yourself. “We’re done.”

He reached out to touch your porcelain skin but hesitated. Your void expression would not allow him to cry. “Please, Y/N.”

“I’m done with you.”

“No, no, no! Listen to me, Y/N.”

You backed away slowly, trying to grab onto something to steady yourself. You unconsciously hit the lens of your camera and they fell to the ground, shattering in the tiniest of pieces. You felt your soul facing the same process. It took you some time to register what happened. You were supposed to go through the casual shoot you had with Bambam that afternoon to help him prepare for the next day.

“I’m going to buy you another one in the morning,” Bambam said hurriedly, staring mindlessly at the broken pieces. It didn’t take him long to look up at you and regret; the glass on the floor was nothing compared to the state of mind you were in. All because of him.

You took the camera body in your hands and a single tear rolled down your cheek. You pursed your lips and grabbed the doorknob before you exploded.

“Where are you going? It’s dark already and it’s dangerous.” Bambam grabbed your forearm. There was no reaction coming from you this time, only a weak whimper from your lips.

“Let me go.”

 “We’re here,” Yugyeom announced and Bambam practically jumped out of the car to hurry to the hospital reception desk. He gave your name and barely listened to the directions he was given before storming to the floor you were being operated on. Outside the surgery room, there was your manager and your best friend who was also in your team, along with a police officer who was taking their statements.

“Bambam!” Your friend greeted in a surprised tone. “You were supposed to be at the shooting?”

“What happened?”

Your manager looked at him with a quirked brow. He was sure he offered the details to his manager. Your friend gathered the situation when Yugyeom shook his head softly from behind and walked closer to Bambam to grab his tensed shoulders. “I think we should take a seat.”

“If I take a seat now, I won’t be able to stand back up.” Bambam cut her off in a harsh tone. “I need to know why she is in there.”

“Okay.” The girl folded her arms over her chest and only then did Bambam see how red her eyes were. He cursed himself for the suffering he singlehandedly caused in just a couple of hours. “I received a call from the woman that found her in the back of an alley.”

There was a grave pause. A shiver traversed Bambam’s spine and felt a knot in his stomach.

“There was… uhm, there was a knife deeply buried in her lower abdomen and a couple of other injuries that indicated she must have been hit several times before. The camera and the wallet were gone. They must have thought the phone will have them traced, so they threw it a couple of meters away.”

As dolled up as Bambam was, his face had never been so lifeless before. The knot in his stomach was developing into a blind rage. His breathing was ragged and the knuckles turned pale from the force he was putting in his clenched fists.

“She was most likely –“

Bambam put his palm in the air, stopping the woman from muttering the last word. He knew that if he heard it pronounced, reality would come crumbling over him. His eyes flew to the police officer. “Have you found the bastards?”

“We are working on it.” He turned to Bambam and nodded stoically.

“I’ll make sure they rot in prison.”

“Sir, that’s not your—“

“Did I stutter?” he scoffed lightly and took his chin in between his fingers. Yugyeom put his hand on Bambam’s shoulder and squeezed it. “She left my house last night before this… incident.” Bambam glanced at Yugyeom to thank him for putting him in his place. “Can I give my statement now?”

Bambam followed the police officer and shared all his knowledge on the matter. In the time he spent offering the police as much help as he could, including getting the basic information on how the law system worked so he could hire the best lawyer for the case, the surgery had been finished. The surgeon responsible greeted Bambam to put him up to speed.

“We did everything we could and saved her life. Now, we wait to see if she wants to save herself.”

The doctor showed Bambam to your room, but his hand hovered over the knob. He was uncertain whether he was entitled to see you anymore. He was terrified of seeing your small frame laying weakly in the hospital bed, buried in the white color of the dull room that would certainly emphasize his guilt on the matter.

“You’ve made your choices, Bambam. “ he didn’t notice Yugyeom leaning against the wall. “And honestly, all of your choices so far were dreadful. The one thing I won’t allow you to do is run away. Me and the hyungs who are on their way.”

Bambam chuckled to himself. “I wish you would have punched me in the stomach before I made my choice to betray her.”

“I would!” he stated, punching him in the shoulder instead. “If you told me how miserable you were going to make yourself. Stop being a coward, Bam. This is not the best friend I am proud of.”

The sound of the knob being turned echoed in the room, among the constant beeping of the machines that were keeping you alive. As soon as his eyes fell on your sleeping and bandaged frame, Bambam brought his hand to his mouth to muffle the avalanche of sobs threatening to come out. He fell to the side of the bed, his forehead glued to your hand. He didn’t know how much time had passed, or how long he had been crying until he had no more tears to deliver.

It was beyond late to realize how important it was to tell the ones you love how you feel about them. Although he was aware that when you woke up, you would carry a hatred for him deeper than the ocean, he could at least make sure you got the justice you deserved. He could live with you despising him, he would even put himself in your place if given the chance. He just wanted to know you’d wake up. Bambam was selfish enough to wish you’d hear his words, too.

“I love you so much, Y/N, I am so sorry for being the worst living creature out there. But I didn’t play you. I was just so scared of loving you because frankly, I didn’t know how.”