#some.. not cool events have been going around

[leashybebes]

♡: Accidentally falling asleep together for BuckTommy?

it's late, i know. but on the plus (?) side, it got away from me a bit so have 1k plus of mostly just...them being cute.

"I wanted to take you before," Buck says, casual, because they're trying to get better at talking about before, at not just pretending that Tommy kissed him and they got together and everything was fine. "But the viewing conditions were bad all last year."

"Yeah? There a reason for that, or just bad luck?"

It means keep talking, and Buck smiles. Tommy really - he makes Buck feel smart. Makes him feel interesting.

"Just luck, I think," Buck says, and frowns. "I don't know if there's some kinda…pattern to it, maybe? I bet Karen could build an algorithm. Did anyone at Harbor lose their minds over that treasure hunt a few years back or were you guys all too busy being cool?"

"I may have been roped into planning a search grid or two," Tommy says with a grin. "Are we taking food with us?"

"Just snacks," Buck says. "I figured we'd swing by a 24 hour diner on our way home."

"Burgers and milkshakes at 3a.m. honestly sounds perfect," Tommy says. He doesn't take his eyes off the road, but he reaches out for Buck, brings his hand up to kiss his knuckles. "We talking gas station snacks or Trader Joe's?"

"I could do some serious damage to an overpriced salad right now."

"Gotcha."

Once they're loaded up with Buck's overpriced salad and Tommy's over seasoned chips they're able to make the drive out towards Malibu a fairly leisurely one. Once they get to the beach, Buck decides it was worth the tradeoff to head out of the city rather than to one of the ticketed events - it's going to be cold, but it's fairly quiet, just a few clusters of other people dotted around. 

Tommy spreads their blanket on the sand and Buck settles against him. The sound of the waves is a lovely background soundscape and Buck lets it wipe the long, long week away for a few moments.

"Hey," he says when Tommy hands him his salad. "Did you know this is one of my favorite beaches?"

"I don't think I did," Tommy says. "How come?"

"The tide pools," Buck says eagerly. "I brought Jee a few times and we saw so many good critters."

"Yeah? We'll have to come back in daylight and you can show me…all the gross water bugs your heart desires."

Buck snorts with laughter and presses his face into Tommy's shoulder. "You are under no obligation to look at fascinating water bugs with me, you big baby."

"Okay, but I would," Tommy says.

"I know you would. It's fine. I'll just carry on bringing the tiny children who won't have to feign interest through gritted teeth."

"I will happily wait in the car," Tommy says, kissing the top of Buck's head. "Fetch ice creams. Make interested sounds from a safe distance."

"Big baby," Buck says again, fonder than he can possibly express.

"Alright, alright. C'mon, tell me about this meteor shower."

"Okay," Buck says, and pulls Tommy down so they're side by side on the blanket. "We're looking…here," he says, tracing a circle in the sky above them. 

"Gotcha," Tommy says, and inches a little closer, looking up along the line of Buck's arm.

"Did - " Buck breaks off to yawn. "DId you know the Geminids are really unusual?"

"How so?"

"So they come from an asteroid, not a comet. There's only one other shower like that, I think, and it's not as regular."

"Yeah?"

"Mm-hm. It's called 3200 Phaethon, and it gets closer to the sun than any other named asteroid."

"Huh."

"Did you know it's a PHA - potentially hazardous asteroid?"

"I did not know that."

Buck nods and turns his head to look at Tommy, his profile as eye catching as ever, even when it's in darkness.

"Just because of its size though. It actually has a really predictable orbit, so we're not in danger, or anything."

"I'll tell Bruce Willis and Ben Affleck to stand down."

"Huh?"

"Movie," Tommy says. "We'll watch it sometime. I'm sure the science would annoy you, but both Affleck and Liv Tyler are at their prettiest."

Buck laughs and turns onto his side to get closer to Tommy, wrapping an arm around his waist.

"Careful," Tommy says. "Don't wanna miss the show." But he cranes his neck to kiss Buck anyway.

"We're not gonna miss it," Buck promises, stealing another kiss. "It was named after the son of the Greek sun god," he says between kisses. "The asteroid."

"Yeah?"

"Uh-huh. Because it - it gets so close."

"The power of Wikipedia right at my fingertips," Tommy says, dancing his fingers up and down the back of Buck's neck for emphasis.

Buck laughs and shivers, shoves his hand inside Tommy's hoodie for warmth and revenge. Tommy half-swallows a yelp and kisses him again. Buck settles closer, craning his neck a little so he can keep an eye on the sky. It is cold, but he's so comfortable, always so comfortable when they settle together like this. 

"The Greek sun god is called Helios, by the way," Tommy says.

"Yeah?"

"Mm-hm."

"How'd you know that?"

"Oh, I've got useless facts of my own, Buckley. Bit of a myths and legends phase as a kid. For a minute, anyway. Needless to say, the old man didn't approve."

"Asshole," Buck mumbles.

"Ancient Greeks were - " Tommy breaks off to yawn. "Were kinda fruity, you know?"

"I'll fight him."

"My hero," Tommy says. "My Heracles."

"Like the movie?"

Buck can feel Tommy's surprise.

"That's the Roman version, but yeah."

"Watched it w' Jee," he says.

"Evan. Don't fall asleep."

"'m not. Tell me - tell me about Hercules. Heracles. Keep me awake."

"Okay," Tommy says softly. "He was…hm. He was the son of Zeus and a mortal woman. I can't remember her name. Al-something, I think. He was strong, and brave, and clever…"

Buck can feel his eyes closing, can feel Tommy drifting too, but it's okay. A little power nap and they'll still have plenty of time before the moon rises.

"Baby," he hears, Tommy's voice rough with sleep, and he feels a gentle nudge. "Baby, wake up."

"Wha - " the moon is bright, and Buck is abruptly aware that every part of him that isn't touching Tommy is freezing cold. "Shit, we missed it? Oh my god. I can't believe we fell asleep!"

"I know," Tommy says. "I'm sorry. Long week, huh?"

"Yeah. Goddamnit. We could try again tomorrow? Tonight was the peak though, and I think there's gonna be cloud cover tomorrow. Shit."

"Hey, it's okay."

"No, but I really wanted to do this with you."

Tommy squeezes his hand and Buck manages not to shiver at the cold touch of his fingers. Shit, they really have to get out of here.

"There's always next year," Tommy says, and the casual way he says it makes Buck's disappointment fizzle and die in his stomach, replaced by that swooping feeling of love and want and ever so slightly disbelieving gratitude at how far they've come.

"Yeah," Buck agrees. "There's always next year."

[phantomchick]

Just a few more Jason Todd-centric fic recs for the road...

Asymmetrical Warfare by orangesky37

An ~UtRH AU that follows the events of A Death in the Family and diverges from canon at some point during Lost Days (pre that scene, which is most definitely not a part of this AU). Survival Instincts starts out after Jason has been in Gotham for several months. His plans to establish himself in the Gotham underworld have run into some snags and his motivations are in flux. Works are ordered chronologically. If you are new to the series, I'd recommend reading all previously published parts in chronological order and then new parts/chapters in the order they are posted.

A League of Their Own by GoAwayOlivia

He doesn’t know why she’s here, why she chose to come to Gotham, to kill the Joker, or pull him out of the rubble, but she did. She stepped forward and crushed Jason’s most horrifying nightmare under her foot like it was nothing. The Joker is gone. Dead and gone forever. And now Jason will follow Talia to the ends of the earth. “Okay,” he tells her. ***** In the wake of the fallout of his final confrontation with Batman and the Joker, Jason Todd tries to move forward. After careful consideration, Talia decides to help him, and maybe herself while she's at it. Canon divergence post Under the Red Hood.

Celestial Recalibration by HappyWiggleTime

After having a talk with Talia, Jason recalibrates his plans. Kill the Joker? Yes, obviously. Fix Gotham's wealth disparity? What the hell, why not? This new goal combined with his nosy siblings leads him back to the family sooner than he would’ve liked.

The Penny Drops, The Penny Dreads by Batbirdies

Jason’s background as a victim of abuse and childhood homelessness means it’s hard for him to trust, and to ask for things. After only a couple months in the manor, he still isn’t sure about Bruce Wayne. ___ When you come from nothing, it’s hard to adjust to having everything.

the living sea of waking dreams by r_astra

The telepath flips through Jason’s memories like cards in a Rolodex, rooting around for every terrible thing that’s ever happened to him. Jason tries fighting it, tries bolstering his will into mental walls like Bruce taught him. It doesn’t work. It doesn’t do anything. The second that hands press against Jason’s face, he’s gone. He’s wherever he wants him, whether that’s kneeling beside his mom’s cooling corpse or shivering through a cold winter night on the street or cringing away from the jingle of a belt being unbuckled. It’s not like remembering. It’s not like a nightmare. It’s like he’s there. It’s like he’s living it all over again, all the pain and fear and grief just as strong as the day it happened.

The Hellblazer's Apprentice by Blue_lotus

If there are two things Jason knew for a fact that Batman hated, it's magic and John Constantine. Both were unpredictable and often dredged up chaos whenever they were present. So when Jason runs into Constantine while on his murder training world tour, he realized he could kill two birds with one stone. Piss off Batman and learn magic to use against him? He'd be an idiot not to take that opportunity.

When Grownups Fail to Adult by NerdyLibrarian

What happens when Jason's brothers want to know why he's upset with the JLA? Jason's explanation of his side of the story, along with ways the hero community as a whole could make simple changes to protect their kids, might just change everything.

Echoes of Future Past by orangesky37

Jason is fifteen and dying, choking on smoke in a warehouse. Jason is sixteen and buried, clawing his way desperately to freedom. Jason is seventeen and drowning, waking up to green fire. Jason is nineteen and dying for the second time, bleeding out to the sound of laughter in an abandoned apartment building. Jason is sixteen and six feet beneath the earth again. But this time, when he wakes up he’s in a hospital bed, and he’s not alone. Jim Gordon, meanwhile, would really like to know what the hell is going on in his city this time.

[moonlitcelestial]

Chapter 24

Beyond the Lens - Logbook Videographer!Reader x OT8 Ateez

W/C 19,018

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Previous Chapter (Chapter 23)

Disclaimer: This story is purely a work of fiction. It is not meant to assume or mock anything about Ateez, Atiny, or anything relating to what I do not know about being a videographer. This story will follow several of the events that Ateez have done in the past year for Golden Hour Part 2, that being said I will not be able to include everything. 

Contains she/her pronouns.

The logo in the center is mine. Please do not reuse or copy.

I strongly recommend looking at the inspiration pictures and the Pinterest boards linked above (which will be updating as the story goes on).

General Warnings: slow burn, cussing, conflict, angst, fluff, and obliviousness. 

CHAPTER WARNINGS - ANGST, CONFLICT, overthinking, description of bruises and panic attacks, Hot Hot Hot Sangie, lots of embarrassing Wooyo, let me know if I should add more.

Here I thought last chapter was long, I am really proud of this one! It is a whirlwind so buckle up 😅😘 Some of this chapter was an idea from my beloved moot @breadedloafs! Let me know what you think! <3 Moonie

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You were wandering around Paris, the sun hadn't even risen nor was it near time for it to. Everything was dimmed as you walked around, the shops were vacant and you could just feel the cool night air as you walked. You let it calm you, the ache in your chest has still been lingering, he hadn't even acknowledged you trying to get into the elevator. What did you fuck up this time? The hair on the back of your neck raised as you were walking. You turned back to see if anyone was following you and no one was there. The feeling intensified as you walked back to your hotel. As soon as you got to the doors there was a hand on your shoulder. You turned to look and it was someone you hadn’t seen in years. His face hasn't changed from a permanent scowl; something that didn't surprise you in the slightest. Before you could say anything he raised a hand and slapped you. Your head fell to the side as he did so. 

Your vision cleared and you could clearly see his face now. His red rimmed eyes and flushed face were something that was burned in your memory. He was sneering at you and had been speaking to you but you couldn't hear him properly. It was almost like your head was under water. He repeatedly slapped you, his lips paused every time beforehand like he was asking you questions. He wound up one final slap and sent you to the floor; from there he was kicking you. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Hongjoong just standing there watching. 

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You woke up with a start, your breathing was ragged and you could feel the tears rolling from your eyes. That was too damn real. You were too warm, even though you had thrown the covers off in your sleep. The Hetmongi was the closest thing to you so you grabbed it and hugged the shit out of the small plushie. You curled up on yourself, you could feel your breath coming in shaky pants. No matter how hard you tried you couldn't get a deep breath. You could barely suck in enough air to keep you from feeling lightheaded. Your sight got even more blurry and you could feel yourself start to shake. The heat that was burning in your body felt like the sun was trying to escape from your skin. 

You couldn't even feel your body move as you reached out to your phone, without thinking you got into it, you didn't check the time you didn't look at who you were calling you just called. You set the phone beside you, not knowing what you did if it was a facetime call or if it was a regular call. You couldn't hear past the roaring in your ears, every sense you had was blurring together. 

“Sojunghan (Precious), what’s going on? Are you alright?”

“Nightmare– can't breathe– help–” your voice sounded horrid as you spoke, you couldn't even get a full word out before you hiccuped while trying to get a breath in. There was some shuffling around and not even a second later Jongho’s voice came over the speakers again. He was singing. You could recognize the tune but the name of it wasnt coming to your foggy brain. 

“Haebalagi (Sunflower), everything is going to be okay, just listen to his voice. We are here,” you shut your eyes tightly and focused on his voice. His voice was like honey as he sang. There were things happening in the background of the phone call too but you were only able to focus on one thing at a time. You aren’t there, It was a dream. After repeating that over and over and listening to Jongho your body started to relax and you were finally able to pay enough attention to realize he was singing Love Poem to you again. You were eternally grateful that he knew you found comfort in his voice and used it to help you calm. Everything came back in a rush, you could feel your heartbeat rattling in your chest. Your feet were so warm, warm enough that you were half tempted to get up and go to stand on the cold tile in the bathroom. Your lungs and throat burned while you focused on your breathing in through your nose and out through your mouth. You hugged Hetmongi closer and buried your face in the small plush instead of clutching it to your chest. It smelled of citrus, roses and magnolias; just like Yeosang. 

“Your breathing has changed, can you speak?” He was there too, waiting and listening as always. 

You took a stuttering deep breath in, finally able to get the correct amount of air into your lungs. “ I think so, I’m sorry.” 

“Don't apologise, Sojunghan (Precious). We are here for you any time even if you are across the world.” 

“Thank you, could you maybe stay with me? Even if I am just listening to you guys do whatever it was before I called. I really don't want to be alone right now.”

“I’m surprised Joongie Hyung isn't with you, he was so excited to be able to have you to himself for a few days.” You listened to Jongho as he spoke, he was closer to the phone now than when he was singing.

“I haven't seen him since he left the show, I don't know what I did but he didn't come over here after.” Your eyelids were drooping while you spoke.

“Hmm, we will have to figure out what is going on, don't worry your pretty little head about it. I'm sure you didn't do anything wrong. He may just have crashed as soon as he got to his room.”

“I’ll try, thanks Yuyu.”

“Go back to sleep Sojunghan (Precious), we will be here for as long as we can for you. Just focus on yourself.” 

“Okay, I love you, thank you for being here for me.”

“Any time, we love you too, sleep well, Kkulbeol (Honeybee).” You listened to the boys until you faded again. A dreamless sleep waited for you with open arms. 

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You jerked back awake a little while later. Nothing felt right, you were too warm then too cold, your right hip hurt and when you flipped sides your left hip hurt. 

Would he want to be seen with you after you fucked up? 

Would he leave because you fucked up?

Would the other boys share the same sentiment? 

Would they leave too? 

Would you lose everything if they left you?

Were you worthy of them? 

Did you deserve them?

All the while the ache settled in your chest, burrowing its ragged claws into your heart. You tossed and turned trying to find a comfortable position and get rid of the demons in your head. After the nth attempt to get comfortable you groaned and rubbed your face. With jagged movements you turned to grab your phone from its place on the pillow next to you. It was nearing two a.m. The boys must have hung up while you were asleep and you really didn't want to bother them again. So you did the next best thing you could think of. You got up and changed into the outfit you wore to the tattoo appointment, threw on your headphones and went downstairs. If you couldn't get to sleep, maybe wearing yourself out in the gym would work. If it worked in college it would work now, right?

When you stepped into the room the lights immediately flickered on. Looking over the room you noticed how they had an open space toward the back; presumably for stretching. You made your way over to it and started going through your warm ups. Your music was blasting and your awareness dimmed as you went through the motions. First stretching, then simple movements, after that some kicks, and finally combos against a punching bag. You wished you brought your wraps. Of course who could have known that you would be up in the middle of the night in the gym; you made a mental note to bring them next time you traveled. The longer you went the more you could feel your pent up energy relax but never fully subside. Now it had coiled and almost felt like something waiting to strike at the perfect moment. The movements of your body had slowed just slightly, it wasn't enough; you had to keep going. You bounced around the gym to the different equipment trying to see if working the different muscle groups would help. You worked your back, arms, legs and abs hitting every muscle group you could without having a spot; it did only a fraction of what you wanted it to do. No matter how much you wandered away, the punching bags always called back to you. You were there more often than not needing to feel the energy leave your body in the form of a punch. 

Minutes turned into hours and before you realized people started trickling in, all of them more prepared than you. A man started on the other punching bag with his hands completely wrapped. The socially awkward part of you wanted to leave but you stayed a little while longer doing your combos before leaving; just so it wouldn't seem like you were leaving because of him. As you walked down the halls you were really trying to be quiet so you wouldn't wake people up at this hour but you couldn't help that your footfalls were just a little louder than normal. You were dragging, and frustrated that you couldn't get to the point you needed to be to go back to bed. Everything is sizzling beneath the surface, waiting to explode. 

When you got back into your room you noticed how drenched in sweat you were. You quickly took off your clothes and threw them harshly in the direction of the bed. That brought you a little sense of relief but throwing things around was not a great idea with how many expensive things were in this room. When you were bare you walked into the bathroom and turned on the tub, there were a few small bottles of soothing bubble bath things. Why the fuck not. You took it and dumped most of the bottle in. When it was to your liking you stepped into the tub and let the scalding hot water relax your muscles. 

As soon as your hands made it into the water you felt the sting. You looked down and your knuckles were split, the colors were a mottled expanse of light blue, purple and yellow. Of course you didn't notice, and looking at it you knew it was going to get worse before it got better. You rolled your eyes and stuck them back under the water, relishing in being able to feel the light sting opposed to the numbness that took over. You sat in the water with your head leaned back until it became tepid. When you were finally done you drained it and stepped out, you were flying out in a few hours so you needed to do your final things for the trip. You changed into your flight home outfit; a black tee, some cargo pants, black tennis shoes, topped off with your Beyond the Lens ballcap. You plugged in your cameras so they would have the pictures uploaded to the cloud so you could work on them wherever. Once you were done you packed everything up and set on the bed, you would be back in enough time to grab everything and then leave after souvenir shopping. You threw on your Isabel Marant sunglasses over your normal glasses and stepped out of the room. Closing your hand around the door knob was a small issue, the swelling would go down eventually; you’d be fine. 

When you stepped out into the hallway you were met with Hongjoong’s manager. You gave him a small nod and walked away, you could feel his lingering stare on you as you went to the elevators. When the doors closed you checked your watch and saw you had about four hours before your flight. After getting a cab you made your way into the Shakespeare and Company bookstore. The first thing you grabbed were some antique postcards for your team and the boys. After that you just grabbed what interested you and made you think of your forged family. Finally you got some things for yourself to do when you got back home. When you were finished you paid, made your way out the door and nearly ran into someone. You bowed an apology and stepped around them, not even checking if they were okay. Your temper was going to be short all day because of the lack of sleep. Interacting with people was not going to be a great idea, even if you were currently willingly in public. Thankfully you were finished souvenir shopping in one trip. Hailing a cab you made your way back to the general area of the hotel and decided to wander around to kill some time.

You were walking around and had come to the cafe that was close to the piano you played at the other day. You went in and ordered your favorite drink, some macrons for later and a slice of cake. When it was ready you went outside and just sat close to the piano, someone was playing a few more classical pieces. You sat back and enjoyed yourself, this music always brought you some semblance of peace. It was tempting to join the older man playing just to do something with your hands other than twirl the fork in them. Of course if you did that you would only irritate your knuckles farther; more than you were already by consistently keeping them moving. 

You had a habit of tapping your fingers or doing anything you could with your hands. Watching how people used their hands and the small habits they had to keep themselves moving always fascinated you. They all had small tells of their mindset that lied in their hands. You could still clearly see Hongjoong tapping a pen on the desk while he was helping produce. Aurora had a habit of biting her nails when they were not done, you always stopped her if you caught her; which was more often than not. Seonghwa and Yunho were both always moving some part of their body, tapping out rhythms on whatever was closest or bouncing their leg. San and Wooyoung always had a tendency to play with your hands if they were close, and if they weren't they played with whoever’s hands were close. Mingi always played with his rings as a nervous habit. Yeosang always messed with your rings and even stole one that spun so he could have something to do; or because it was yours. Jongho occasionally spun things between his fingers, it wasn't often that you saw it but you had seen it at least twice; once while you were eating together and again when he was in the booth recording. 

With one look down at your hands you noticed that they had developed a little farther, the yellow was mostly gone and the red and purple were the most prominent. Your phone vibrated in your pocket, with gentle movements you pulled it free and checked the message from Aurora. She was going to be the person who was picking you up tonight so the boys didn't have to be up too late for their early schedule. The message was short and sweet, sending you a reminder of where she would be at the airport when you got back. You quickly responded and got back up to head to the hotel to check out and get your shit together for the flight. 

When you walked in you smiled at the front desk woman as you passed. In the elevator your mind flashed back to last night. 

Why had he just watched you walk up to the elevator? 

Why hasn't he stopped it before it closed? 

The look in his eyes while he looked at you seemed distant. You saw the same look on his face in your dream, you wished you hadn't; but your mind never forgets things like this. The more you mulled it over the more you realized what the look was when he watched you last night; which only pissed you off further. He was looking at you with something akin to indifference while you were trying to get to him. Before you knew it you were on your floor. You stepped out and were met with Hongjoong’s manager again. You offered him a small smile before wordlessly slipping past him. 

“Y/n?” you turned around to the manager, his name finally popped back up in your head. Jiwoon. 

“Yes Jiwoon-nim?”

“Are you alright?” 

“Yes, it's been a long night and I have to prepare for my flight.”

“I see, well you should have someone look at your knuckles when you get back.” You nodded, before he could look at them too hard you shoved them into your pockets. The pain it caused was minor but enough that it barely made you wince. 

“I’ll be fine, it isn't anything I haven't dealt with before. Thank you for your concern Jiwoon-nim.” You bowed to him and promptly turned on your heel to head to your room. When you reached it you stepped in and let the door slam behind you. Normally you wouldn't let that happen but at this point you didn't care. You grabbed the flowers and vase from the desk, dumped the water and threw away the flowers, making sure to keep the card and vase. You tucked it into your suitcase wrapped in some of your casual clothes. As soon as you were finished you put your souvenirs in the bag and zipped it up. You were grateful that you packed your zip up hoodie that covered your hands; you threw it on and continued. If he caught sight of them only seeing you a couple of times, and for a split second at that, it was more noticeable than you wanted. After grabbing your computer and cameras you triple checked your room for anything that could have been missed and walked out. Checking out was a breeze and you were done and in a cab in no time. 

When you got to the airport you grabbed your mask and put it over the bottom half of your face. Before stepping out you paid the driver and walked to the back of the car to get your luggage. As soon as you walked into the airport you were almost overwhelmed with the noise. You were moving quickly through the lines and made it to your gate with a decent amount of time to spare. While you rested there you pulled out the macrons and snacked on a couple while scrolling on your phone. Your gate was filling up with several people, and when it came time for you to board some of them moved out of your way. Your RBF must have been immaculate today; even with most of your face covered. After settling in the seat in business class you grabbed your phone and shot off a couple of messages letting Yeosang and the team know you were on the plane. Jiwoon could tell Hongjoong if he even asked. Immediately after you put on your headphones. Listening to something without having to hear other people was the only way you were going to get through this flight.

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“Good morning, Joongie! How are you doing?”

“I’m fine.”

“It doesn't sound like it. What’s going on?”

“It’s nothing.” He offered the clipped answer. 

“Hongjoong.” The tone of Seonghwa’s voice was stern like he knew this would be eating at him if they did not address it now. 

“A model was too close to Y/n, and she didn't do anything about it like I wasn't standing across the room.” 

“Hongjoong it’s a part of her job to be close to models, we can't get jealous over that.” 

“He was just too close, like a hair's breadth away from her the entire time they were talking. Something other than the bond of a photographer and a model. She did nothing about it.”

The men in the room exchanged a glance before Seonghwa spoke up again. “Okay, well what did he look like?”

“He was taller than her by a few inches, had mousy brown hair, and light eyes. He was lanky, almost like Yuyu but not as muscular.” he could picture the man just hugging you so tight, and you had returned the hug and before you completely separated you left your hands on his shoulders with a large smile. Something you would do with one of them in an affectionate way. Not unlike when you observed them before pulling them into another hug. 

“Oh my god,” Yeosang was the first to catch on. 

“What?” 

“You didnt happen to hear his name did you?” San asked, seemingly picking up on it as well.

“No, why?”

“Doesn't that sound like Malo?”

“Like who?” Hongjoong interrupted before anyone could speak. He was getting more annoyed by the minute.

“Yeah, it does. Did you happen to notice a mole like Mingi’s on his face?” Seonghwa finally spoke back up after listening to the entire thing and coming to his own conclusion.

“Yes, but what does that have to do with anything? Why do you know his name?”

“Noona helped a new young model out of a panic attack yesterday. He looked exactly as you described and his name was Malo. He was probably just thanking her and sticking close to someone he knew. We saw the whole thing because she forgot to hang up a facetime call with all of us when it happened. It was definitely more like an older sister caring for someone. In fact she was a badass calling people out for the chaos they were causing.” Wooyoung was speaking so quickly that Hongjoong barely caught it. He felt his heart drop into his stomach. 

“Oh.. Oh, no.”

“What did you do?” Jongho, Yunho and Yeosang were immediately in the frame of the facetime call. Previously it was just Seonghwa and San who were leaning against each other. The three behind them were wearing calm masks, almost too calm. 

“I may have completely ignored her when she was trying to get on the elevator with us after we got back to the hotel.” Hongjoong looked down at his hands, “I also may not have gone over to her room after the fact.”

“Is that why she called us instead of going to you when she had a nightmare that sent her into her own panic attack?” Yeosang’s jab hit its mark, all of the blood left Hongjoong’s face and he felt his stomach and heart drop to his ass. A chorus of indignant noises came from the remaining men. 

“That's why she was worried that she did something to you. Worried enough that she called us across the world instead of you; who was across the hall and could physically be there for her.” Jongho was stone faced as he connected the dots. 

“She called us in the middle of our dance practice, all we could hear was muffled hiccups and near hyperventilation breathing. We were talking to her for a couple of minutes before she could even speak and tell us what was going on. It took Jongho singing to her to finally calm her enough to be able to breathe correctly.” Yunho was almost growling by the end of his explanation. 

“You need to go apologize, right now.” San moved his arm and the call cut off, giving Hongjoong no other choice but to face the music. 

“He was so excited to see her in her element and then he got mad when she was flourishing and making connections. I swear that man needs to get a grip on his jealousy. It’s not nearly as hot when it turns petty.” Seonghwa’s exasperated sigh was met with a couple chuckles, everyone knew how easily Hongjoong got jealous; but this was a new level from him. 

“I can't believe he would jump to conclusions like that all because someone was too close to her, and then ignore her like a child; what was he thinking?” Mingi had moved close to Yunho and was running a comforting hand up and down his back. 

“That’s the problem, I don’t think he was.” Yeosang had still not been able to wipe the sound of your call this morning from his memory. The hiccups, the crying, the gasping for air. How your voice sounded so small and hoarse when you spoke. How he couldn't even go and comfort you haunted him. The only thing that he was happy about at that moment was that he had stolen your Hetmongi and sprayed his perfume on it before stashing it in your suitcase. 

“And to leave her wondering what she did when he knows she is prone to overthinking? We saw an example of that on her first official day and he was one of the people we had to stop from going after her. He ignored everything he knows about her and left her to be alone after letting the elevator doors close in her face while he watched. He was being a selfish dick.” Wooyoung was pacing the room, exaggeratedly throwing his arms around as he spoke. 

“He’s in a fuck ton of trouble if I know Y/n. He will have to do some grovelling to get back into her good graces especially if she caught onto his intentions. She has never had a great tolerance for people not talking shit out like adults.” Forrest jumped into the conversation after quietly listening to the entire thing. He was just as furious at Hongjoong as the three that got your call were; if not more so. 

“He deserves everything coming to him,” Jongho’s comment threw some of them off. The maknae was worried for you when he received the call, you hadn't ever called him, and when he heard you crying something in him snapped. He panicked before remembering that you loved his singing, when you relaxed to it it made his heart warm. He didn't participate in the remainder of the small dance practice after, he just sat there listening to your even breathing and only hung up when he was called away for a vocal lesson. If he had a say he would have been there until you woke the next morning.

A couple of phones pinged and sliced the shocked silence after Jongho’s comment. All of the men in the room jumped. Yeosang spoke up to everyone around the room, “I just got a message that she is on the plane back. He's too late to apologize for at least the next ten hours.”

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Hongjoong flew off the bed he was resting in and to the door. He nearly ran into Jiwoon as he came barreling out the door to go across the hall. He raised his fist to knock on the door but before he could a hand caught his wrist. 

“No one is in there. I ran into her about an hour and a half ago as she was coming back to get her things to leave. By my guess she is already in the air.”

“What?!” Hongjoong’s voice climbed an octave as he questioned the man in front of him with a shocked look.

“I’m just telling you what I know.” 

“Okay. Thank you. I’m sorry manager-nim” Hongjoong looked back at the door before turning to follow Jiwoon into their hotel room. 

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You had made it through the flight. No one really disturbed you unless it was for food. After the plane landed you quickly got up just ready to be in your own house with the giants. Quickly you made your way to the baggage claim and waited. While you stood there you took your phone out of airplane mode and had been met with a flurry of messages from Hongjoong. 

You rolled your eyes at him, whatever. He could wait until he got home to speak to you in person especially if he was going to act like a jealous prick. You messaged Yeosang and the team that you landed. Yeosang was most likely already asleep for his early schedule tomorrow morning. You watched the bags coming out of the claim and as soon as you saw yours you grabbed it and walked out the doors into the crisp night air. Your hand was struggling to close completely over the handle but you only had to deal with it for a little while longer. Aurora was in your designated meet up spot for the airport, as soon as she saw you she got out of her matira blue Genesis 2024 Electrified G80. She pulled you into a hug and you sagged against her. She was someone you could always count on for amazing hugs and knowing when you needed them. She helped you get your things into the trunk and you got into the car. Through the car ride she kept the conversation light, possibly being able to tell that you really weren't in the mood for talking, or that you were exhausted. When she pulled into your driveway you let out a sigh, finally home. 

“Thank you for the ride, I really didn't want to burden the boys with being up late and having an early schedule.” she reached over and squeezed your hand in response. The flinch was small and involuntary but she clocked it. You caught her eyes and her brows were raised in curiosity. You settled back into your seat from reaching out to leave knowing exactly what she wanted, with a gentle movement you moved your sleeves up. She let out a small gasp before reigning herself in, she had seen this before and knew you had your reasons and really didn't want pity.

“The short version is. I’ve been up since two a.m. I couldn't sleep after some shit went down and I didnt have the wraps to protect my hands while I took everything out in the gym and on a punching bag. I didnt even sleep on the plane. ” 

“Well, let me help you into the house then.” Her unquestioning understanding was exactly what you needed in the moment. The two of you got out of her car and she grabbed your bags before shutting the trunk and walking with you up to the door. When she put the code in she moved in front of you through the great room to drop your things off on the couch. 

“If you need anything I’m here. Take care of yourself and get some decent rest.” 

“Thank you, I'll try my best.”  She hugged you before stepping back to go; you followed her to the front door and locked it behind her. As you walked back into the house from escorting her to the door and were surprised that the children hadn’t come out to greet you. You moved over to your suitcase and unzipped it on the couch, not having the energy to lug the damn thing up the stairs. You grabbed your night kit and made your way up. Pausing on the landing you sent a message to the Neverending Nonsense group chat letting them know you were home safe before turning off your phone for the night. 

Not even a second later there was a ping of a phone. You cautiously approached your room and melted at the sight under the silver light of the moon. San was lying in the middle of the bed on his side, but mostly on his stomach. He was cuddled up with your large black dragon plushie; which had affectionately been named Fireheart. The giants were spread out close to him. Toothless, in true to form fashion, was laying as close as he could possibly be to San; which just so happened to be right next to his head. When you walked into the room you gently maneuvered around so you wouldn't wake him. You moved silently from the closet after you changed and went into the bathroom. In it there were several products lined up that weren't yours, you smiled at the sight. San had made himself at home which is exactly what you wanted. Gently setting everything down you just sat there in the peace for a while before doing your nightly routine. 

Outside the closed door there was some shuffling before San quietly knocked on the door. “You can come in, I’m just getting ready for bed.” 

He peeked in the door and smiled as soon as he saw you; he let himself further into the room and pressed himself against your back while wrapping his arms around you. The warmth of his bare skin seeped into you, he had an absolutely horrid— or rather amazing— habit of sleeping shirtless. “Hi Jagi.”

“Hi Sannie.” He was resting his chin on your shoulder taking you in before he gasped. 

“What did you do?” You looked down at your hands. They were stained a deep purple and red around your knuckles. The cuts had scabbed which was nice but it still looked horrible. He separated himself from you and moved you to face him so he could inspect your hands. His touch was gentle as he looked over you. 

“I had a run in with a punching bag.” 

“Jagi, this doesn't just happen like that. You had to have been excessively using it to have done this kind of damage.”

“I didn't have my wraps.”

“Y/n-nie, I know what happened. Did you do this to yourself because of that?” Your eyes widened, how in the fuck? Well at least he could communicate with the rest of the boys. San was looking at you with his eyebrows pinched together. He was radiating barely concealed concern and a touch of rage. 

“Well you sure know a lot more than I do,” You let out a large sigh after the venomous words left your mouth, you couldn’t be mad at him. He was trying to help. 

“If you know about everything then I assume you know about the call too?” He nodded at you while tracing his fingers over the cuts.

“After that call I was asleep for maybe an hour, I woke back up and couldn't get to sleep and didn't want to bother any more of you. So I just went to the gym. I did lots of stretches, taekwondo things, had a few punches with the punching bag and worked out with some of the other machines. I was trying to tire myself out into exhaustion but before I knew it other people started coming in and I didnt want to be there anymore. I left and went to my room and took a steaming bubble bath to see if that would work but all it did was make me smell good and realize that my knuckles were split.”

“You listen to me. You are never a bother. Especially with things like this. Did you even clean this up properly?” He picked you up and set you on the countertop before moving to rummage around in your drawers. 

“If soaking it in a bubble bath with the rest of me counts then yes.” He lightly glared at your sarcasm. You could tell he was more worried than anything. “The first aid kit is in the linen closet right outside my bedroom door.” 

He nodded and wordlessly left the room. You leaned your head back onto the mirror, you really didn't want to cry; not again. Toothless had made his appearance known when he jumped onto the countertop with you and put all of his weight onto his giant paws on top of your thighs. You smiled at him and started petting him to the best of your ability. Looking around you saw Mocha had taken up residence on the floor in the corner, she was squinting at you; most likely because you disturbed her beauty sleep. While Beans was laying across the doorway half asleep. You let out a small watery chuckle, they always knew when you needed their presence. 

When he returned he stepped over Beans with a small towel in his hand, along with the first aid kit and some of the ace bandages you kept for occasions like this. You held your hands out to him as he approached you. He took care of you with gentle precision, cleaning the small cuts on the peaks of your knuckles and then placing a small kiss to each. Toothless was squinting at the harsh smell of alcohol while San cleaned you up. You couldn't help but to lightly giggle at the two of them. San looked up at you from his eyelashes with a sly grin before returning to apply some triple antibiotic to the cuts, after he was finished he wrapped your hands. You knew he had done this before with how quickly and perfect it had come out feeling. 

“Thank you Sannie. This is better than I could have done it.” 

“Of course, but I don't want to have to do it again, so please be more careful with yourself. Do you need to do anything else before we go to bed?” 

“The only thing I have left is my skincare routine which can be put off for the time being.”

“No, I can do it. Just tell me what to do.” His eyes were pleading with you to just give in and let him take care of you. He brought out a small pout and you knew you were done for. You turned your head to look away from him trying not to smile at how cute he was being. He gently grabbed your chin to make you look at him, he had stepped closer to you and was lightly pouting and trying to suppress a small smile. You huffed and rolled your eyes grumbling your agreement. His restrained smile broke free and his dimples were on display, you gently poked his cheek and he laughed at you before moving over to your travel bag. He grabbed your headband and put it over your head before returning to meticulously line things up on the counter, much like he had his displayed. When he looked over at you to see what you generally started with, you began to walk him through the steps. He stood between your knees to be as close as he could while he worked on his mission. His hands were reverant while he did the routine. After each step he gently patted your face to absorb the product better; Yeosang definitely had some influence on the way he applied products. When you made it through the entirety of the routine he was grinning at you while he took off the headband and placed your glasses back on your face. Without a word he took you off the counter and escorted you to your bed. Toothless, Mocha and Beans followed not too shortly behind you. 

San helped you get into the bed and comfortable before he cuddled up to you. He grabbed your glasses and put them above your heads onto the shelf before he pressed your face into his chest and hugged you tight. Not being able to sleep without someone being here was becoming a problem, but it was a problem for future Y/n.

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Hongjoong sighed in relief when he got your message in the group chat that you made it home and safe. Him and Jiwoon had been aimlessly wandering so Hongjoong wouldn’t be too focused on everything that was happening. 

The flight couldn’t come soon enough.

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You woke up to an alarm that wasn’t yours again. San pulled you closer and placed a kiss on your hairline before getting up. You whined at him to come back, his responding laughter made you open your eyes to squint at him. He was reaching above your head for the remote to turn on the stars. You were met with an eye full of beautifully toned abs. The intrusive thoughts running rampant in your mind won as you reached out a hand and poked him. He launched himself away from you with a kittens glare; from what you could see. You were giggling to yourself before he climbed back onto the bed and kissed you.

“You menace," he murmured between kisses. After your final kiss he handed you your glasses. You got them on your face and finally took him in completely. The sweatpants he was wearing were low on his hips showcasing just a little bit of the Calvin Kline underwear he was wearing. You let your eyes trail up and realized he was watching you while you appreciated him. The blush was immediate, over your face, neck and even down your chest. His grin was smug, he liked when you looked at him like this.

“Come on Jagi, let's get ready for the day. You are coming to the studio with me.” You sat up and stretched out your entire body. Almost everything hurts because of the strain you placed on yourself yesterday. With a small groan you got out of bed and went to change into something that was decently appropriate for the day. You really didn’t want to have to deal with moving around too much so you opted to put on a long dress with slits up the thighs and tennis shoes. You had taken off the wraps and looked your hands over, the swelling had gone down but you would need to be careful and not agitate them too far today. In an attempt to have some normalcy you tried to get some of your rings on, your fingers were too swollen to have them sit comfortably where they should be; of course they were. You grabbed some fingerless compression gloves and slipped them on before stepping out of the closet. San was already dressed and ready to go. 

The two of you made your rounds around the house. You were sitting on one of the stools at the island sipping your morning drink and munching on some of the macrons you had leftover from yesterday. San had demanded you share, which you had planned to do anyway, before he started doting on the giants. He had also insisted that you take it easy today, apparently you were going to get the princess treatment. When he was finished giving them all of his love and attention he turned to you. You puckered your lips and he chuckled before giving you a quick kiss. 

“You ready to go Jagi?”

“Yeah, let me grab a couple of things and then we can head out.” You moved over to your suitcase and grabbed the bag of souvenirs, you took out the things you got for yourself and then tucked your phone, wallet and keys into it and turned around to look at San. 

“Would you be willing to help me put on a necklace?” 

“Of course,” He approached you with a smile. You gently took out the beaded necklace Kai gave you and handed it to him. You turned around and held your hair up, his fingers skimmed the skin of your neck as he brought it around your neck. 

“There you go jagi,” he placed a small kiss on the base of your neck before you let your hair down. You turned to your backpack and grabbed the Isabel Marant sunglasses and put them on the top of your head. 

“I’m good to go now,” His smile was wide as he started escorting you out of the house. Like the total gentleman he is, he opened your door and closed it behind you before jogging to get into his side of the car. The trip to the studio was filled with quiet music and your chatter, he asked all of the questions about Paris; what you did, where you went, how many people you knew, just everything. He was happily just listening to you ramble on about all of the pictures and how busy you had been on the days of the runways. You may have also left out the small detail of the large tattoo on the back of your leg, letting them discover it was going to be fun but absolute chaos. 

When he pulled into the KQ parking lot he parked the car and gave your thigh a gentle squeeze. “You look beautiful today.”

“Thank you Sannie, you aren’t too bad yourself.” You set your hand on the back of his on your thigh and gave it a light squeeze. He gave you a small kiss to your nose and got out of the car, before you could even completely get your hand around the handle to get out he was there. With a large smile you got out of the car and followed him into the building. Maddox passed you in the hallway and gave you a wink and a smile before continuing on his way. When you stepped into the dance practice room you were met with the rest of your boys. The silence was immediate as they realized you were with San. 

Yeosang was the first one to get to you. He pulled you into a bone crushing hug and you felt yourself simultaneously tense and relax in his hold. You wrapped your arms around him and breathed him in. “You smell like my Hetmongi,”

He let out a small laugh, “Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

“Good, it's one of my favorite smells and it brings me comfort.” 

“I’ll keep that in mind Kkulbeol (Honeybee)” As soon as you separated he looked you over before giving your biceps a small squeeze. When he stepped away Jongho was there, his eyes were soft as he looked at you and before you could think of reaching out to him he pulled you into a hug.

“I’m happy you're home my heart, we missed having you around.” He pulled away from you and left a kiss on your forehead before making his way back to where he stood before. Yunho was a step behind him. 

“How are you doing?” He gently pulled you into a hug, he must have been able to see how stiff you were standing. 

“Physically, I’m sore from working out and being in a plane for a long ass time. Mentally is still to be determined.” 

“We are here and on your side however you feel, Hongjoongie was out of line.” 

“Thank you Yuyu.” After you separated yourself from him the rest of the boys approached you. All of them pulled you into a hug and as they were all finished Yunho called everyone back to practice. You made your way over to the computer and took off your shoes before sitting cross legged in the large chair. 

“Hit it Princess!” You laughed at Yunho’s yell from across the room and pressed play. They counted themselves in and you were surprised that they had been facing you while they danced. You were watching them with a grin, every once in a while you caught one of them making faces at you.

Throughout most of the morning they filtered in and out. There were at least a couple of them with you at all times. You were laughing as Yunho and Mingi were dancing like children. Mingi was smiling wide while he and Yunho bounced around each other. It turned into a dance battle between the two of them and you had started dying of laughter the farther they got into it and the more aggressive they got. The door burst open and in came several people, some of them were your boys but there were a lot more people that wandered in. You recognized them immediately, Xikers. 

“Noona! Look who we found wandering around like lost puppies.” Wooyoung was the first to approach you after coming out of the middle of the brigade of people. You smiled at him and his enthusiasm before you were dragged toward them by the arm. When he released you you gave them a slight bow and each of them returned it simultaneously. 

“Hi, I’m sure you have seen me around. I'm Y/n, more affectionately known by some as Noona or Y/n-nie and maybe even Onyx.” 

“Wait, you’re Onyx? Like lay in a pool to get videos Onyx?” You nodded with a smile toward Minjae. 

“Weh weh weh, are you the one that Youngie Hyung was watching play the piano the other day?” Your gaze went over to Junghoon. He had stepped forward to see you better. 

“Yep, that’s me. I've been playing since I was able to reach the keys.”

“Wahh! That’s amazing! I loved your cover of Golden Hour!”

“Thank you! If I remember correctly a few of you play the piano too, right?” Minjae, Hyunwoo, Junghoon, and Yechan all nodded enthusiastically. “One of these days we will have to play together or something. I’ve got a couple of pianos at home.”

The room burst into chatter and many questions were thrown around. Most of them were about your photography and your piano playing. A couple of them had even asked about your tattoos. You answered them to the best of your ability and they couldn't keep their excitement at bay. They were animatedly recounting how excited they were to meet you after someone they knew shared your posts in the water to get an amazing shot of their older brothers.

“She’s the Y/n-nie that Woo hyung won't shut up about.” You let out a laugh at the statement that was made toward the back of the large group. Wooyoung marched over and lightly slapped Seeun and Yujun on the back of the neck, you could tell it was mostly for show. Seeun and Yujun whipped their heads around to look at Wooyoung like he personally assaulted a puppy. 

“Youngie, be nice, it’s your fault you talk so much about me. They were bound to spill eventually; especially at the rapid pace they were going.” Wooyoung was pouting at you as you held your hand out for the pair to come toward you. They gently approached you and you turned to face them fully.

“Are you alright?” You brushed over their hair, straightening it out a bit from the dramatic headspin that mussed it. Both of them smiled bashfully at you and nodded. You gave them pats on their shoulders before letting your voice drop to a stage whisper. “Don’t let him give you too much trouble, I’m sure you know that he is the yapper of the group and I can guarantee he’s done worse.” 

The rest of your boys burst into laughter. Wooyoung let out a noise of indignance and marched over to you. “You take that back right now.” 

“Youngie, remember she can kick your ass.” A small snort left you at Yunho’s words. Wooyoung’s eyes widened as he seemed to register that one you were older than him and two you really could kick his ass. Some of the Xikers boys looked between you and Yunho and back to Wooyoung but all of their eyebrows were raised in a silent question. 

“I’ve got a third degree black belt, therefore I can kick his ass.” Wooyoung rolled his eyes before marching over to San with a pout. You had to hold back a giggle at his antics. 

“WAIT?! You go to the Black Dragon!! I knew I recognized you!! I can’t believe I didn’t put that together.” You looked over at the maknae who was coming closer to you. “You teach the kids over there, and I have seen you do some of the best executions of the moves some people can barely get down.”

“Wait, are you the kid that is always in the back with a mask on?” His hurried nod left you with wide eyes. You had been training with him for a long while and you didn’t even notice. 

“That’s amazing! I didn’t even realize it was you. You always just stuck to the back and didn’t say much.” 

“I was also one of the people that was there when you were asking the kids about what to name your new kitten. I may or may not have given the name to one of them to give to you.”  

“YOU CAME UP WITH BLACK EYED BEANS?!” Some of the boys around you jumped at your outburst, San was grinning widely at your excitement. You slapped your hands over your mouth ignoring the bite of pain it sent through them. You could clearly remember him, the masked stranger, whispering conspiratorially with one of the kids before they came over and offered the name Black Eyed Beans. You had watched him celebrate when you announced that was the name you were going to choose. 

“There’s no way that this is real, you guys knew each other before knowing each other. I feel like I should be jealous,” You glanced back at Mingi with a grin, he was watching you interact with his little brothers with a large toothy smile. You were thankful he wasn’t actually jealous, you could only handle so much at a time. 

“Do you want to see a picture of her? She’s gotten so big now.” He moved closer and you pulled out your phone to show him some of the crazy pictures you had of her, and some of the ones San had sent recently. 

“Wahh, when you said she would get big I didn’t realize she would be that big.” Jinsik and Hyunwoo immediately came over to see the cats in question, followed shortly by the rest of the members. They had completely surrounded you successfully blocking your boys from seeing you. You were showing all of them videos of the three giants. When it came to zoomie time all of you burst into laughter when Toothless had run into the window while he was trying to get into it. 

“That’s Toothless, the all white one is his sister Mocha, and the black and gold one is the one Yechan named Black Eyed Beans, or just Beans for short.” All of them were cooing at your phone as you showed them the multitude of videos. You quickly switched to your cat cam set up in the living room, it was attached to the top of the overhang of the big tower. You pushed on the microphone and called out for Toothless who was most likely in his favorite spot at the top of the treehouse. 

“Is that a cat cam?” You looked directly to your right to Hyunwoo who was watching your phone closely. 

“Yeah, I use them to check in on the giants every once in a while while I am gone. In fact, I had to use it to see who was in my house while San was caring for them up until yesterday. Apparently my mother decided it was a good idea to just appear after I told her they were taken care of. She nearly scared him half to death.” You clicked your tongue a few times and Toothless popped his head out of the tree to look at the cat cam. You watched as he got out and stretched before sitting down toward the bottom of the tree facing the camera. Jinsik let out a small squeal from your left and you chuckled at his excitement. You handed your phone around the group, some of them were cooing at him and Mocha appeared a minute later. The two of them were staring at the camera with their heads tilted. Beans appeared not a minute later almost knocking into the other two. 

“There she is, you clumsy baby.” You handed the phone to Yechan who brought it close to his face to see Beans. She was smaller than the other two, being the runt of her litter was something you absolutely adored about her. 

“Noona, can we meet them sometime soon? I’ve heard from Sannie Hyung that they act just like dogs. He told me that Toothless even got in the water with you guys.” Your heart melted, Wooyoung called you noona just for the hell of it most of the time, but Yechan had meant it differently. 

“Of course, I wouldn't mind that, we will have to get together soon when all of us have a day off.”

“She’s got an amazing pool too!” Wooyoung piped in Yujun was immediately in on the idea of spending a day off over there soon. 

“She's also got an amazing amount of books, like most of the rooms in her house have bookshelves and are almost full!” Yunho was looking over at Hunter as he spoke, his expression lit up and he was grinning.

“And a fruit, veggie and flower garden!” Seonghwa was approaching you and rested his arm over your shoulder and pressed a kiss to your temple. You looked at him with a raised eyebrow before giving him a brief smile and returning to look at the Xikers boys. All of them were nodding with a range of smiles. Jinsik handed you your phone back and retreated to the large group that had separated from you when Seonghwa approached. There were several pinging notifications from you and the Ateez boys. 

“Joongie Hyung is on his way back.” 

You glanced at your notifications too, there was a couple from Aurora and the one from Hongjoong. You let your curiosity get the best of you and you opened your chat to Seonghwa, before typing: 

So I assume they know about you guys? And by extension me in your relationship?

He took your phone and replied. Yeah, Woo told them after Joongie’s official meeting with KQ like the yapper he is. They are pretty good at keeping secrets. They have been begging us to meet you so we decided to surprise them with a visit to introduce everyone, and to cheer you up.

He bumped his hip with yours and smiled wide. You looked back over all of the boys that were chattering amongst themselves. You separated yourself from Seonghwa and moved over to one of the walls and sat against it. Your muscles had been protesting your existence all morning and just standing around did a number on your knees. You ended up sitting against the mirror on the opposite side of the door just observing the seventeen boys. 

Yeosang made his way over to you and sat beside you, he laid his head on your shoulder and your head tilted to rest on his. The two of you just sat there watching the different groups of boys interact. Wooyoung was animatedly recounting something that happened, you caught your name out of him at least once throughout the duration of the conversation, while his group of Xiker boys were listening intently. Yunho and Mingi were talking dance with a couple of the boys. Your eyes caught on some movement and you noticed Yujun approaching you and Yeosang. He sat on your other side and leaned his head on your shoulder hesitantly. You looked over to him and smiled before returning to Yeosang. 

A little while later the corner of the room had become one giant cuddle pile. Somehow Wooyoung ended up laying back on you with his head on your chest. Throughout the conversations he was having you were running your hands through his hair, at least once he had stopped to shiver when you let your nails trail down toward the back of his neck. All of the boys were just laying there talking, you jumped into the conversations when they had asked you something but you were just content listening. There was a small part of you missing because Hongjoong wasn’t here, no matter how bad he fucked up he was still human.

The door swung open harshly, every single one of you jumped at the sudden noise. Some of the boys shot up into sitting positions, including Wooyoung, while you brought your hands up to your face to hide before the door hit the wall. The smash against the wall never came, you brought your hands down slightly and peeked around the tips of your fingers. Hongjoong.

He looked at the eighteen of you with his eyebrows raised. Yunho and Wooyoung stood to meet him, Yeosang’s hand found your thigh and gave it a light squeeze reminding you that he was here. Seonghwa, who saw you flinching, held out his hand over Yeosang to offer it to you. When you gently placed it in his he gave your hand a small squeeze. A small hiss of pain came out of you, it was only loud enough for Yeosang, Seonghwa and Yujun to hear. The three of them looked at you with concern. 

“I’m okay, just a little sore. I'll tell you about it later, it’s not something you need to worry about now.” Yeosang looked you over, attempting to read your face before he gave a light nod. Seonghwa had let your hand rest in his, he was even more gentle with you, he let his thrums rub back and forth on your wrist instead of the back of your knuckles. 

The Xikers boys immediately went into another conversation with Hongjoong. You had watched them interact and he was grinning while talking to them about his trip to Paris but you could tell he was carefully avoiding talking about what happened. They asked to see pictures of his outfit and he pulled out his phone to show them. You caught a glance of the pictures and they were the ones you took before he went in. “Who took these? They look so dynamic and fun!” 

Hongjoong’s eyes flickered in your direction, he only kept eye contact for a millisecond before turning back to Minjae and answering. Your boys had looked over to you, you offered them the best smile you could; it ended up being one they could see right through. He couldn’t even look at you. You watched everything, choosing to stay quiet, and when they did ask you a question you only offered the bare minimum response without being too short. 

“How long have you been doing photography Noona?” You looked over to Junmin who was on the other side of Yujun.

“I started when I was sixteen after I bought my first camera. Most of the pictures I took were of nature then. As I got better and built my repertoire I was moved up to doing senior photos and several other things like those. Then I went to college and did several arts, high speed car pictures, and action shots that no one else wanted to do. After I moved here I got into one of the arts colleges and was specializing in Idols and fashion shows and the rest is history. I also specialized in videography in college.”

“No wonder you have a big following. You've been doing this for a long time.” 

“The time definitely adds to it, it also probably helps that I have traveled around the world and extensively networked to get what I have.”

“Where have you been?”  

“All over the US, Paris, London, Scotland, Iceland pretty much everywhere. I have a wall of the spots I have gone to in my office back home. It has pins and pictures showcasing everything, I also log my trips in a scrapbook.”

“I would love to see it sometime.” 

“Me too! We can compare notes on the places we liked best!” Hunter was sitting fairly close and you smiled at him. You forgot that he had traveled a lot.  

“On your photography page you have some pictures of abstract art, did you by chance do those?” Your eyes fell to Sumin who was squatting almost directly across from you, he had turned around from the group surrounding Hongjoong. 

“Yeah, I did it a little in college to see if I wanted to get into it, but it wasn’t really my thing as a profession; it was more of a hobby to me. Don’t you dabble in abstract art, I haven't really seen anything you have done but I have heard good things about it.”

“I do, I really like just being able to express myself with art either painting, singing or dancing, it is one of my favorite things in life.” His smile was bashful as you recalled a little about him. Really you had a decent knowledge of all of them after starting to stan them not too long after their debut. 

“Well, if you ever need a canvas I have a few blank walls I have been meaning to decorate, I would be more than happy to have a Sumin original whether it is a canvas or just the whole wall.” His responding laugh told you that he would definitely be interested. He gave you a nod before being pulled into a conversation with some of the other boys. 

A short while later after Hongjoong got to chat with the Xikers boys they left for their next schedule. You stood to say goodbye and all of them bowed to you. Before they left you gave them your personal socials so they could get a hold of you if they needed to. When they filed out of the room you turned to look at your boys. Hongjoong had barely looked at you the entire time he was there. You couldn’t stand the tension in the room, it was so thick you could cut it with a knife. 

“Alright, now that the younger boys are out of the room you wanna tell me about what the hell my last night in Paris was? Because everyone here seems to know the details except me and I am in the very middle of it.” Everyone froze, they didn’t expect you to be so forward about what happened. Hongjoong’s eyes flew to yours, they were wide like a deer caught in headlights. He opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water before putting his head down to look at his shoes. 

“It’s either you tell me now or you let me fester in my own feelings. And if you let me fester, I will get more frustrated the longer I do. Which won't be good for any of us.” You stood there with your arms crossed, the angle was awkward for your hands but you adjusted so it wouldn’t hurt them. Yeosang was a steady presence at your back, his warm hand was grounding you into the moment. Hongjoong stole a glance at you before looking back down at his feet. You finally decided where your mental state was; you were pissed and hurt. 

“Alright, since you seemingly can’t speak, you get to listen to me. I put together that you were jealous, for whatever reason I have no idea—”

“It was Malo. He said that Malo was too close, and that you had something other than the bond of a photographer and a model.” Your head swiveled to look at Jongho who was behind you on the opposite side of Yeosang. You gave him a slight nod before turning back to Hongjoong who was staring between you and Jongho. The anger flared in your chest, he didn't even have the balls to admit what happened, and the youngest of your boyfriends did. 

“So you chose to ignore me instead of being an adult and talking to me? Because if you had talked to me you would have known that he was a new young model that I helped out of a panic attack earlier that day. One that I have witnesses to show I had no want to even be near him in the way you are implying. One that knows I know you and would have been elated to meet you because he is an Atiny. I told him to find a person he knew and stick with them to help ease his anxiety and in the moment you saw, that person was me. He hugged me and thanked me for helping him, I teased him about making it through the chaos and then we both stood there talking to the several other people in the group about the day.”

You took a deep breath trying to calm your racing thoughts. “I was there matching with you. In the custom suit you bought me. I’m dating you. I took funny pictures with you. But the moment that I was standing close to someone else your mind went to the absolute worst possibility of me. You watched me with indignance as the elevator doors closed in my face. You left me in my hotel room wondering what I fucked up when you know good and damn well that I have a harsh past and overthink everything.”

“I didn’t think about that.”

“And that’s the damn problem, because if you would have you would have remembered exactly how I feel about myself. I raised my concerns with you when you asked me to be with all of you. I told you things that I have never even said out loud before. Not to Aurora. Not to Willow. Not to Forrest. Things that have only ever lived in my fucked up head.” You motioned wildly to yourself and more specifically to your head. You let out a shuddering breath willing yourself to continue. 

“I poured my fucking soul out to you expressing that I didn’t feel worthy enough and that I worried that I would fuck something up becasue of my past. I handed you my heart on a silver platter and the second you saw someone standing too close everything changed.” Your voice rose with each sentence you spoke. You let your hands drop to your sides, the frustration was fading into hurt.

“You stopped thinking of us and started only thinking of yourself. You didn’t stop to think about how your actions could affect someone or that they have consequences. When you watched me try to reach you as the elevator doors were closing with that look— it made me think that you were confirming every single thing I said to you— That I wasn’t even worthy of having an adult conversation with— That you didn’t want to have anything to do with me.” your voice cracked.

“And to come home and find out that you could talk to them about it but not to me really stuck the nail in the coffin. I felt like the black sheep. Just like I always have. I felt like this wasn't going to be different like you promised.” You felt the tears start spilling down your cheeks, you really tried to hold them at bay but nothing could stop them now. 

“It is different.. Please don’t say that.” 

“You could have fooled me with how you acted.” The frustration flared for the final time and fell into defeat. 

“Look, I know I’m not perfect, I know that sometimes I do fuck up I won’t ever deny that. I know you aren’t perfect either, but I expected you to at least be adult enough to have a conversation with me. To only focus on yourself and in turn make me feel like I have done something so wrong that I don’t deserve a conversation not only hurt me, it crushed me. It crushed me so badly it bled into my subconscious and I had a nightmare of you just watching with that same look on your face while my father beat the shit out of me. I had to call them across the world because I was scared of what you might say to me if I knocked on your door or called you. The only reason I actually calmed down was because of Jongho’s singing. I may have fallen asleep after that but it wasn’t restful, I was awake an hour later. I tossed and turned with an ache in my chest because I was wondering if you even wanted to be seen with me or if you were going to leave me because I fucked something up.” Your mind reeled back to the memory of the dream. It was too real, the look he gave you was still too fresh. You paused debating telling them this next part, one that you worried they would be disappointed in you for. In the spirit of being honest you swallowed harshly and looked up to stop the tears. 

“I did the only semi-healthy thing I could think of to release the pressure of the thoughts in my head and the ache in my chest. The only thing I could think of that would protect me from falling into old habits that would leave every one of you disappointed more than you already will be. I got up and went to the gym to exhaust myself into sleeping so I could get rid of the thoughts. I thought to myself if it worked in the past why wouldn’t it work this time? I was in the gym for hours trying to forget the look you gave me. Trying and failing to get rid of my horrid thoughts of what it could mean for our relationship. I spent hours trying to alleviate the ache in my chest and the only way I could was to feel something else. And it didn't even fucking work. You said you would love me in my light and my dark, this is my dark.” You took off your compression gloves and let them drop to the floor. Hongjoong’s knees buckled, before he could hit the ground San was there holding him up with ease. He gently lowered Hongjoong to the ground. Everyone except San reacted with loud gasps. Hongjoong sat there with wide eyes taking in the horrid looking mottled purple and red over the back of your hand. He reached out to you and you held up your hand to stop him.

“Please don’t.” His hand lingered mid air before he let it drop to his side while his face crumpled in anguish. 

“I was so focused on you and how you felt that I didn't even stop to consider myself, when all you were doing was focusing on yourself and how you felt. That’s where we’re different in this situation.” Another shuddering breath left you before you continued. “I have been open and communicative this entire time. I may have pushed back a little when asked but I told you some of my deepest secrets. I told you those secrets even when I was terrified because I trust you. You have to be able to trust me with those kinds of hard things too.” 

“I do trust you, I promise I trust you. I’m so sorry that I let my clouded judgment take over.”

“I know that you’re sorry, and that you feel like saying it won't be enough. I can see that clear as day, but it isn't going to be easy to forgive you.” he nodded his head. “I am only going to ask you for one thing to make forgiving you a little easier.”

“Anything, anything at all.” His voice cracked in the middle of the sentence. 

“In the future I want you to stop and consider the consequences of your actions before letting your feelings cloud your judgment and make rash decisions that could rattle a relationship. That goes for all of you when it comes to things like this. I don’t care if you think it’s stupid, I would rather speak like civil adults than have something like this ever happen again.” 

Hongjoong was nodding the entire time you were speaking. The rest of the boys agreed wholeheartedly. You looked over all of them and noticed most of them had tears in their eyes. Yeosang hadn’t left his spot slightly behind you until just now. He crouched to pick up your compression gloves and hand them to you. With a muttered thanks you put them on. He was just watching you carefully as you winced as the fabric slid into place. 

“I think I am going to go to my studio and get some work done. I didn't get as much done as I wanted to in Paris.” 

“Do you want one of us to come with you?” 

“No, I’ll be okay. I just need some time to myself after all of this.” Yeosang’s head dropped into an understanding nod. The rest of the boys hadn’t really moved, they were just watching the quiet way he cared for you. You walked over to the desk and slipped on your shoes and grabbed your phone, keys and wallet out of the souvenir bag. 

“You guys can sort through this. I have taken out the things I want other than the bag. Whatever you don’t want I can let my team have.” 

“You didn't have to get us anything my rose,” 

“I didn't have to, I wanted to even when I was pissed at the world.” Wooyoung was nodding as he approached you. He held out his arms and you stepped into them without hesitation. His cologne wafted over you and you relaxed. He gently held you there before releasing you and holding you gently by the shoulders. 

“We love you so much, Let us know when you make it over to the studio yeah?”

“I will, I love all of you too.” You stepped away and walked past the other boys. each of them gave you a kiss of some sort, on the forehead, cheek or lips. When you passed Hongjoong he looked defeated. You hesitated and turned back to him and left a lingering kiss on his cheek.

”We'll talk soon.” You stepped out of the room and started walking the now familiar path out and to the street. You were leaving with a heavy heart which was just a little lighter than before. You could see everything he was trying to say in his eyes. The regret, the sorrow, the anguish, all of it. You knew he was a good man, an amazing person but the way he was quick to assume was his downfall. You let your thoughts wash over you. You were both human, you both had some learning and growing to do and maybe you could help each other learn and grow. That’s what a relationship is about. 

You walked to your studio stopping every once in a while to look at some of the things in the windows of various shops. When you made it no one was there. A small sigh of relief left you as you unlocked the door. You stepped past the threshold and paused to message the boys you made it. Walking through the studio you left the lights off, there was enough sunlight from the windows to light your way. As soon as you stepped into your office you took off your shoes and flopped yourself face first onto the couch. You took off your glasses and set them on your desk before blindly reaching for your blanket to pull over yourself. Your exhaustion was finally settling in, and you didn't put up a fight as it dragged you down into the darkness. 

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The dance studio was filled with mostly silence. The only thing that could be heard was some light chatter among the boys who had taken up residence by the desk as they went through the souvenirs. Hongjoong was just standing there watching; a ghost of his normal self. A hand at his back made him jump, he turned to look over at Seonghwa. 

“She’s not gone, she just needs a little space.”

”I know, but this whole thing could have been prevented if I would have just talked to her like I have been with all of you for years. She deserves the same kind of respect I give all of you, she is our equal, and I didnt even give her that. I just assumed and let my mind run with the fact that she was interested in whatever his name was”

“Malo, he was a sweet kid about the same age as Xikers. He asked us how we handled the chaos before a performance and we spent some time talking with him. If anything their relationship was like hers with Xikers, caring in an older sister way. You should have seen her defending him, she was amazing.” A chuckle left Hongjoong’s throat, of course you were amazing, he could only imagine how you looked bossing people around in the suit he got you. 

“Joongie hyung! Come see this notebook it would be perfect for writing lyrics in!” Hongjoong stepped away from Seonghwa and threw a grateful smile to him. When he got to the other boys he saw two notebooks in Mingi’s hand. He was holding out a black, white and gold marble colored notebook. He took the notebook from Mingi and opened it, it was unlined which was perfect so he could scribble while he worked on his thoughts. He tucked the notebook to his chest and thanked Mingi for grabbing it for him before he walked away. 

He ended up in his studio, the rest of them scattered and doing their own things. He was just looking at the notebook in his hands. You knew what to get for him, even if it was subconsciously and even when you were upset with him. He laid his head on his desk, his thoughts drifting to you. How amazing you were, how you brought light to a room, how you helped people you didn't know. That you defended them before you were even in a relationship with them. That you thought so lowly of yourself, that you almost hadn’t made it this far in life. 

He opened the notebook and started writing. You were his muse and he was going to show you that you meant everything to them, even when he was a jealous prick. 

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You woke up hours later feeling more refreshed than you had in the past few days. Sitting up off the couch you stretched your body and realized felt a little better than it had earlier; this couch was magical. Your stomach grumbled and you also realized that you hadn’t had anything since the macrons this morning. With sluggish movements you made your way across the office and to the small kitchenette. This is exactly why all of you kept it stocked with your favorite foods. You pulled out some cup ramyeon and started preparing it. It spun around in the microwave and you just sat there watching it, when it beeped that it was finished you took it out and were thankful that you didn't burn yourself. You stood leaning your back end on the counter eating it with a small oven mitt covering the hand that was holding it. 

After finishing your quick meal you wandered back toward your office. As soon as you made it past the threshold of the kitchen area you were greeted with the golden light from the large skylight. It was one of your favorite things about this place. You walked over to the dark colored banister and just leaned against it basking in the light. 

Turning on your heel you made your way to your office. You booted everything up as you sat down. The light from your monitors was a familiar and comforting one. You preferred it to the large light overhead, eventually you would have to turn it on when it got dark enough out, but that was a future problem. You got to work, replying to emails from clients, making sure bookings were correct for all of the travel you had scheduled, and replying to prospective clients. The next thing you moved onto was some of the work for clients you haven't been able to do for the past few days. You fell into your zone while listening to some soft music. This is one of the times you were happy you splurged on having both a computer and a laptop. 

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You zoned back into everything around you as the fan kicked on overhead. It was then you noticed how dark it was in your office. Sighing and pushing your glasses to the top of your head you rubbed your face. Working like this would only strain your eyes further than they already were. You got up and flicked on the light before returning to your desk and putting your glasses back into their normal position. The loud vibration and flashing of your phone startled you, picking it up you saw an incoming FaceTime call from The Better Black Cat. You answered the phone before setting it back in the stand next to you. 

“Hi Woo, what are you up to?” You didn’t even look at the screen while you spoke, too focused on the computer in front of you. You had to get this done even if it took you a while longer. 

“Hi Noona! We are just at the dorm hanging out, what are you doing?” 

“I'm at the studio working on a few projects” you glanced at the phone and saw him with some wireframe glasses on, if only you could pull that off; alas your eyesight was too bad to even consider it. 

“Wait, did you just say you were at your studio? Y/n-nie it is nearly midnight.” That caught your attention. Your eyes flickered to the bottom corner of your screen and sure enough it was 11:57. 

“Oops?” You shrugged your shoulders not even sparing them a glance, “I need to get these things done and out of the office, I haven't been able to work on them for most of the week. Not that I am complaining about getting to spend time in Paris but still. I'll be fine, it's not like I haven’t done this before. There is a reason I have a big couch and a spare change of clothes in here.” 

“Just because you can doesn’t mean you should.” You stole a glance at your phone. This time it was Wooyoung, Yeosang and Hongjoong in the frame. You wondered if some of them were already in bed. Grabbing your phone you moved it to be leaning against the monitor so they could see you better. As soon as you moved your eyes from the phone you spotted what was wrong with the frame. There was a brief change in lighting, like a cloud had passed over. You immediately started clicking around to fix it, once you thought you had it you played the video again. There were still some adjustments you had to make. Your mouse darted across the screen while you continued to adjust it, the typing of keys was really the only thing you heard other than the whispering of the boys on the phone.  

“Y/n.” You paused the video and looked down. Hongjoong was the only one in the frame and he was very close to frowning. Looking at him made your heart hurt, you still couldn't believe that he thought you would have something other than a professional relationship with someone you would most likely barely ever see. Let alone something farther past friendliness when you have eight amazing men, including himself.

“I need to get this finished. I’ve got a deadline coming up and this is only the first portion, I don’t even know if it is up to par with what they want. As soon as I am done I will crash on the couch so you don’t have to worry about me being out this late at night. Hell I could even go to Aurora and Meadow’s apartment, I’m sure they would pick me up. While I love you guys you are kind of hindering me from finishing and it’ll only take me longer the more you distract me” You glanced down before looking back at your screen.

“Working this late at night only leads to more things you will need to change later.” You really didn't want to hear it from him right now, the damn hypocrite. 

“You are absolutely no one to talk. I have seen the videos of you almost breaking down at three in the morning over the English in a track.” In the background you heard one of them ooh before a smack and a whine. You shook your head with a smile at what was most likely Wooyoung getting scolded.

“Do as I say, not as I do.” He clicked his tongue at you.  You rolled your eyes and glared at him through the camera. 

“Right now I am really entertaining the idea of hanging up for that comment alone.” That shut him up really quick, “I promise I will be fine, it's not like I’ll be getting good sleep anyway. At least I am being productive while not sleeping.” 

“You need to rest in a good bed, you have gone through hell and back the past several days.” Yeosang piped in shooting a small glare toward the oldest in the frame.

“You act like the couch here isn't magic and didn’t make me feel better after I crashed on it for a few hours earlier.” 

“So that’s why you didn't answer any of our messages, Sannie offered to bring you home and got nothing.” 

“I haven’t looked at my phone since I got here, in fact the only reason I looked at it and answered your call was because it scared the shit out of me when it started flashing. While I appreciate the sentiment of you looking out for me, like I said earlier I need to catch up. I have been neglecting some of the things I need to do because of my schedule. I am almost to where I need to be to finish this up so I’m going to get going so I can focus okay.” You looked down to see the rest of the boys in the frame now. 

“Good night boys, I love all of you. I promise I will be fine, I’ll even send you my location just so you know where I am.” You heard the beginning of everyone protesting before hanging up the call. As soon as you were sure the call ended you let out a sigh. Before you turned off your phone you shared your location with the boys in your group chat. When the message went through and a couple of typing dots popped up you turned off your phone, put it on silent and placed it face down on your desk. They meant well, they really did but after the days you have had you just need a distraction that isn't them.

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“She needs space, what part of that do you not understand?” Seonghwa was practically holding Hongjoong back as he was marching around their shared penthouse trying to find his keys.  

“It’s not about space anymore, it is about her health! She was already irresponsible about her health by taking things out on a punching bag for hours. I am not going to stand by and let her fuck up her already shitty sleeping schedule. Especially knowing that she hasn’t slept well the past two days because of me and her late flight.” Hongjoong was desperate, you might be upset with him but he still wanted to care for you. 

“Would you rather her have bruises than cuts? Because I damn sure would.” Seonghwa’s words hit like a slap, and the rest of the boys flinched like it was. 

“You know what I mean,” Hongjoong’s huffed answer rolled over the room, not a single one of them understood.

“Really? Because it seems like you want her to bottle it up and not get it out, which is far more unhealthy than the alternative.”  

“You are putting words in my mouth.” Hongjoong ripped his arm out from Seonghwa’s grip and stood there with his arms crossed in front of him. 

“I'm not putting words in your mouth, I am reading between the lines. What other alternative would you be able to think of at two a.m. in an unfamiliar city thousands of kilometers away from home and the rest of her boyfriends while a boyfriend that ignored her was across the hall?” 

“I don't know? A relaxing bath maybe?”

Mingi scoffed, “that is the most ridiculous answer I have ever heard. Do you think sitting in silence while you are overthinking is a good idea? From personal experience it's not.” Wooyoung reached out to Mingi to offer his hand. Mingi took it and gave it a light squeeze. Mingi hated this entire thing, he knew exactly how you were feeling, maybe not the ignoring part but the aftermath.

“She tried that and it did nothing for her.” San interjected Hongjoong’s eyes shot over to him. He offered Hongjoong a shrug of his shoulders, he may as well know that his stupid idea didn't help.  

“You went from ignoring her to being overprotective in the span of three days. You need to back up and let her be.” Jongho was getting more and more frustrated with his hyung the longer he spoke. He might have been the youngest but when it came to you he would call his captain out. 

“You don't need to go over there, it will only make things worse.” Wooyoung finally spoke up from his spot on the couch. He was watching the fight between Hongjoong and Seonghwa perched on the couch with Mingi. The others were scattered in the room but Yunho was nowhere to be seen. Yeosang walked away while the argument was still going on. He went to his shared room with Jongho and grabbed his Hetmongi. As he was stepping out of his room he almost ran into Yunho who was coming out of his and Mingi’s room. He had a stormy look on his face and his keys in his hand. They looked at eachother with wide eyes. 

“He is so emotionally constipated it hurts me.” Yeosang let out a breathy chuckle at the muttered phrase. They looked back into the other room when they heard San.

“You don't get to treat her like that and go over there like nothing has happened. She asked you for some space and for you to use your head in situations like this and clearly you're not listening to her requests.” Yunho and Yeosang looked back at each other. If San felt the need to step in it was getting worse.

“Are you going to see her?” 

“Yes, I would rather it be me than him, he means well but if he goes it won't be good for either of them. Even if she doesn't come back here I want to make sure she isn't alone tonight. She has had a harsh few days and still has yet to completely break like she needs to. She’s holding back and she shouldn't be.”

“I can tell, just take care of her. I can cover for you here, it would be too suspicious if two of us disappeared. Could you give her my Hetmongi if she lets you in?” Yunho’s eyebrows raised at the plush Yeosang was holding out to him.  

“She told me earlier that my perfume helps calm her, so I was prepared to walk over to the studio and leave it for her just to know she had some kind of comfort.” Yunho took it and tucked it close to himself before pulling Yeosang into a hug and left a kiss on his hairline 

“I’ll take it for her and try to keep you updated. Hopefully she will let me talk her into going to Aurora’s if she won’t come here. His and everyone else's keys are in my desk drawer.” Yunho separated himself from the shorter man and made his way out the penthouse with barely a sound. The argument was still going and thankfully it was distracting enough for Yunho to slip out to the elevator without them noticing. Yeosang stepped back into the room. 

“Listen to me,” His voice was like ice as he walked up to Hongjoong who was watching him with wide eyes. “If you decide to override her feelings for yours again I will personally make it my mission to not let you see her until she is ready. I will make sure you do not go over to her and if it takes me sitting outside your door at night then so be it. I will talk to her team and have them cover everything instead of her. I will tell her and the team to not let you into their studio unless absolutely necessary, and I will have them keep the doors upstairs locked. I am not going to stand for you acting like you are the be all and end all of the decisions made in our relationship just because you are our captain in the studio, we are all equals in this relationship and if she asks you for space you will absolutely not override her decision. You were out of line and acted like a child, and have continued to do so, let us handle this like adults before you go and fuck it up even more.” 

The room was stunned into silence, in the time they had known Yeosang they knew he was fiercely protective behind closed doors but they had not ever seen it go this far. He had never really defended himself or threatened the hierarchy, but for you he did. Hongjoong was standing there with his mouth slightly agape like Yeosang’s words had finally made it through to him. “Go to bed. If you are still feeling like this in the morning we will have another chat until it makes it through your thick skull.” 

Hongjoong nodded at the younger man before turning to head to his and Seonghwa’s room, he waited for the door to click shut before turning back to the other men in the room. They were staring at him; jaws slack. “Did you just?”

“Yes. Now that he is taken care of, Yuyu went to see if she would be willing to either come here or go to Aurora’s. If Hongjoong hyung asks, he went out to get something for me. Hwa hyung, if you don't want to sleep with him tonight you are welcome in our room.” Jongho nodded in agreement. 

“Sangie, I like the mean dom in you.” Yeosang nearly choked at Wooyoung’s words. 

“Of course you do,” Seonghwa was pinching the bridge of his nose as a round of choked down laughter went around the room. Leave it to Wooyoung to diffuse the tension in the room.  

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It only took you what felt like a few more minutes before you deemed it good enough to send out Monday morning. You stretched your arms above your head and groaned as your back popped. Pushing yourself away from your desk you made your way over to the small chest of things you kept here for nights like this. You pulled out and put on the ‘if you love me let me sleep’ night dress you had before grabbing the toothbrush and heading to the kitchen to brush your teeth. You made it about half way through brushing your teeth before the doorbell chimed through the studio. Rolling your eyes you spit out the toothpaste and made your way downstairs. There leaning against the door looking in was Yunho with a bag in his hand. As soon as he spotted you he stepped away so you could open the door. You opened it and waved him in and as soon as he made it past the threshold he turned to look at you with a light glare. 

“What?” He raised his eyebrow at you. You sighed and let your shoulders slump.

“Alright, I know it is late but you didn't have to come over here, I am perfectly fine here. I have done this several times and it isn't going to be the last time.” 

“It will be if we have anything to say about it. You got lucky that I was the one that came over here instead of Hongjoongie, otherwise you would be stuck in an awkward car ride and conversation where he scolds you for being irresponsible about yourself again.” You rubbed your temples.

“He is being a hypocrite, I know that he does the same shit; there is literally video proof.” 

“You might still be upset with him but he is worried about you, he doesn’t want you to further fuck up your already shitty sleeping schedule. Why don't you come back to the dorms with me and he can see that you are perfectly fine.”

“Honestly, me going to the dorms isn’t a good idea.”

“I thought you might say that, how about you go over to Aurora and Meadow’s place and I can drive you.” 

“I can stay here Yuyu.”

“I don't think you should be alone tonight, even if you aren't with us and you go to Meadow and Aurora’s; either way I am prepared.” He was right, staying alone wasn't a good idea, no matter how fine you thought you were. So you contemplated your options, if you went to their dorm you would run the risk of running into Hongjoong, which you were not quite ready for. If you went to Aurora’s you would not have to worry about running into Hongjoong, but it also left some worry of having to explain yourself to the two women. Of course knowing them if you told them you didn't want to talk they wouldn't push. But if you stayed here you would upset the boys and waste Yunho’s trip.

“Alright, fine, but I’m doing this for you and not for him. I can't let your drive over here go to waste. Let me go get my things and we can head out to Aurora’s.” You walked away and went up the stairs to your office. It surprised him that it was that easy to get you to agree. You heard him following you, most likely to make sure you didn't lock yourself in your office in protest. When you got to your office you double checked that you saved your work and you shut down your computer. Yunho had made himself comfortable on your couch, you looked him over and he was just watching you carefully. 

“Before we go I have some things for you,” You walked over and sat on the couch facing him. He turned after taking his shoes off and sat cross legged with you. He dug into the bag and produced a jar of something and then he pulled out a mid sized Hetmongi. 

“Sangie made me take this with me to give to you.” Your heart melted as you held out your hands to accept the plush. As you brought it closer you caught a whiff of his perfume; that wonderful man knew exactly what you needed. 

“Gimme your hands tiny,” You set Hetmongi in your lap and held your covered hands out to him. He gently took them and slid the compression gloves off before placing a kiss to the backs of your hands. You watched him as he reached down and grabbed the jar. He uncapped it, took off the plastic protecting it and you were hit with the smell of herbs. 

“I’m going to massage this onto your hands, it’s supposed to help with the swelling and pain as it absorbs into your skin.” You nodded at him and he began gently smoothing his hands over yours. He massaged the paste into the back of your hands gently. You winced as he was rubbing it over the backs of your very sore knuckles; more specifically the cuts and the surrounding area where the brunt of the damage was. When he was convinced that he covered enough of the back of your hands he then started massaging your palms with his thumbs. 

“We can’t have your pretty hands looking like this. I like to be able to see the rings you choose each day and when they are like this you can’t even get rings on, can you, tiny?” You shook your head while you kept watching him take care of you. His hands were just slightly larger than yours. 

“Use your words,” his demand wasn't harsh but it had an undertone of authority. 

“No, I couldn't get them on this morning.”

“Good girl, and not to mention you can’t beautifully play piano or take amazing pictures when your knuckles are so busted up that you can barely wrap your hands around anything without hurting, isn’t that right tiny.”

“Yeah,” it was a gentle scolding wrapped in compliments. It made your chest feel oddly warm. 

“I’m proud of you however, for finding some kind of outlet that didn’t lead to you falling into old habits.” He had moved his hands up from your palms and was running his thumbs over the scars on your arms; of course he noticed. The tight leash you had on your emotions started to slip out of your grasp. You had kept it together since you got out of the tub that morning. You didn't even let yourself process everything, you said your peace with Hongjoong so why did it still feel like it hurt. 

“C’mere,” He held his arms out for you and you practically dove into his arms. You knocked the two of you back and Yunho was now leaning against the arm of your couch. The two of you just laid there together, legs tangled and his hands soothing up and down your back.

“It’s okay to cry, it’s not shameful to express your emotions. Not here, not with me,” Your head moved just slightly which was enough for him to know that you had broken. He was cradling the back of your head as you cried into his neck, his other hand was soothing up and down your back as you let the sobs rack your body. You didn't even have enough strength to completely wrap your arms around him but he held you anyway.

“Why did he think he couldn’t come to me if something was bothering him? Am I really so unapproachable that one of my boyfriends couldn’t tell me that he was uncomfortable with something that happened? Am I not worthy of having a conversation with?” Nothing could have prepared him for the hiccuped questions in your broken voice as you sobbed into his neck. He had heard you cry, he had helped you from across the world, but nothing was as heartbreaking as this. Your mind truly did hate you.

“I don’t know why he did what he did Haebalagi (Sunflower), but I do know that you aren’t unapproachable and that you are worthy. And that I will spend every day of the rest of life showing that to you. You are worthy of everything you have and so much more. You are worthy of a conversation. You are worthy of us. You are worthy of love.” You lightly nodded and continued to lay there with Yunho until you stopped crying, which could have been minutes or an hour. When your hiccups and shuddering breath calmed and the tears stopped running down your face you peeled your head away from the crook of his neck and looked up at him. 

“Hi,” he whispered to you

“Hi.”

“Can I tell you a secret that stays just between us?” You nodded your head before settling back into his neck. “You remember when you were scolding all of the people at the show you were last at?”

“Yeah.”

“Did you hear what Wooyoungie was saying after that?” 

“The only thing I heard was Do you think she would boss us around like that? And someone else saying you would like that wouldn’t you?” He let out a small laugh at your remembrance of the exact words.

“He recorded some of you bossing people around, and got a little too excited at the prospect of you bossing him around, I had to take him elsewhere after the call and calm him down.” He was watching you with a small smirk as you took in the information. A strangled noise came out of your throat as you sat up to look at him fully.

“What?!” 

“Youngie has a terrible tendency to get too excited when someone is bossy like you, Hongjoongie and sometimes even me.” You burst into laughter at the lewd images floating through your mind. He really was a brat. Your laughter got a little harder as you continued thinking about the possibilities of how you could mess with him now. 

“There you are,” Yunho gave you a kiss on the forehead and cupped your cheeks while you giggled. You were looking at him with shining eyes behind your tear stained glasses, he was so happy he could bring a smile to your face and simultaneously embarrass Wooyoung. The two of you just sat there staring at each other, his eyes held lots of things in them but the most prominent was love. You moved in his hold and laid your head down over his heart, the rhythm was soothing under your cheek. 

Someone’s phone pinged, Yunho shifted beneath you and pulled out his phone. “The boys are wondering about us so we should probably get you to Aurora’s so I can go home and tell them you’re okay.”

You looked at him with a pout, “Don't look at me like that.” 

Your pout morphed into a smile before you got up to grab your phone, wallet and keys off the desk. Walking over to the corner of the office you slipped on the spare pair of birkenstocks you had here before turning to look at him. He stood up and slipped his shoes back on before handing you Hetmongi and the ointment.

“Thank you, for everything. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“What is it Aurora and Willow say? You would be playing out in traffic like a chicken with your head cut off?” You laughed and lightly slapped his bicep. He chuckled at your response before pulling you closer by the waist to plant a sweet kiss to your lips. He escorted you with a hand on your back down the stairs and out the front door, almost like he was afraid you would lock him out after he made it out. The thought did cross your mind but you didn't need your boyfriends frustrated with you tonight. 

His large hand settled itself on your thigh almost immediately after you got settled in his car, the ride to Aurora’s apartment was quiet. You were just happy he understood your aversion to going over to their place right now. When you pulled up to the apartment complex you moved to get out but before you could Yunho caught your wrist. 

“Take all of the time you need, you don’t owe us anything. Nothing is more important than you and your mental health and if that means a little bit of time away from us then so be it. I can hold all of them off and I am pretty sure Sangie and Jjong are on the same page. Keep us updated as you can and cry if you need to. I am just a phone call away, and if you need me I’m there no matter what, when or where.”

“I love you, I love you so much. Thank you for everything.” The words just fell from your mouth and you really didn't care to stop them. You leaned toward him and put your forehead against his. He brought his hand up and around the back of your head just holding you there for a second before he separated from you and placed a kiss on your forehead. 

“I love you too, let me know when you get into Aurora’s apartment.” 

“I will,” you leaned forward and placed a quick kiss on his lips. The two of you looked at each other briefly before you stepped out of the car. You walked up to the large building and waved before you stepped inside. Within a few minutes you were letting yourself into Aurora and Meadow’s apartment with your spare key. They told you if you needed a place to crash you were always welcome, tonight was one of the nights you were thankful that they had welcomed you into their small family. 

You moved through the apartment and settled on the spare bed they always had made for you or any one of your friends. Pulling out your phone you messaged Yunho that you made it and were safe, you set it down on the wireless charger and fell into the bed. You tucked Hetmongi to your chest and curled up around it. Not too long after you felt a small weight shift on the bed, looking down you saw the little orange ball of fluff. “Hi Cheeto, thanks for keeping my feet warm little girl.” 

Your heart was still heavy, but with the care and love they were showing you it was slowly getting better. You fell into sleep with the smell of Yeosang drifting around you. 

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Jey USO / One Year Away

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Genre : Smut

Warnings : This one-shot contains explicit sexual content, sex, dirty talk? Kinda.., cheating!Jey (not on reader), fingering, toxic!Jey (if you squint). Intended for mature audiences only (18+). Please do not interact if you’re underage. NSFW.

Jey and reader broke up a year ago. But Jey just cannot get her out of his mind.

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You and Jey were in a relationship for almost seven years, but you split due to some issues. Jey still has feelings for you, and those feelings have not faded. In fact, since the breakup, they have grown stronger.

Over the past few months, Jey has been spending time with a new girl, Ava. She clearly isn't Jey's usual type, based on the way she speaks. She has a mean demeanor, and it's obvious. Whenever you are around, she gives you rude looks for no reason. You tried to be nice, but she was just a complete bitch.

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Jey's thrusts into Ava were quick and fast, not like his usual self. Jey wasn't aroused by Ava at all, but she didn't notice that. Ava's moans filled the room, along with skin slapping against skin.

Jey wasn't even breathless whatsoever, Ava was lucky if Jey finished at all. He really tried to get past this, but he just couldn't. It was almost like he was disgusted by Ava. Well, that was until his thoughts drifted off to you. Thinking of you was the only way he could get some type of pleasure out of this. Your pretty eyes, gorgeous face, beautiful smile. God, it only made him miss you more.

Once Jey was finished, he pulled away from her. She tried to kiss his cheek but he very subtly dodged it on 'accident.' He plopped down next to her and sighed. Ava didn't even say a word as she opened her phone and started texting some guys. Where the hell did Jey go wrong?

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A few days later, there was a party being set at the strip club you bartended at. Jey happened to go. The party was held after some WWE event.

The place was filled with loud music, the air was thick with marijuana smoke, spilled drinks, anticipation, and the smell of heavy alcohol. Jey sat on a velvet red couch while talking with his older twin, Jimmy, who was sitting next to him. Jimmy held a joint between his fingers. "So how's it goin' with Ava?" Jimmy asked curiously. "Horrible," Jey responded. Jimmy chuckled and shook his head. "That bad, huh?" "Mhm.."

Jey's focus wasn't on his older twin for much longer, it was on you. You stood there behind the bar serving your friends and laughing with them, all dressed up. Jey thought you were the most gorgeous lady he'd ever seen.

You laughed with your girlfriends, having an amazing time. “Talkin’ to anybody new yet?” One of them asked. You sighed jokingly while making another drink. “Nope.” The girls all chuckled. “You still not over Mr. Hothead?”

“Shut up!” you responded playfully. Before long, one friend chimed in, “Look, your Prince Charming is coming!” You nearly choked on whatever alcoholic beverage you were drinking at that moment. Quickly, you fixed your hair and looked up to see Jey walking over.

Once Jey was in front of you, all your girls giggled and walked away to the dance floor. “Yo…” Jey’s voice was low so only you could hear him. “Hey, Jey.” You spoke, this was the first time you’d spoken to him in almost a year.

“Can I holla’ atchu?” Jey asked. You placed your drink down and nodded, “Of course.” You both walked out of the party together, Jey almost grabbed your hand by instinct but quickly caught himself before he did.

As you both walked past a group of men, a few of them whistled. Jey glared a hole into them before you both finally made it outside. The cool breeze and the light drizzling rain hits your skin while the smell of alcohol and smoke fades. Both of you walked down to the beach in comfortable silence.

You both walked in quiet for a few minutes before Jey spoke up. “How you been?” You looked at him before responding, “I’ve been alright. I started partying a lot again a few months ago.” Jey nodded.

“How about you?” You asked, looking at the ocean. “Been good.” His reply was short before adding on. “Been thinkin’ bout you.” His words seemed to spark something in you. “Really?” “Mhmm..”

Before you even thought about what you were saying, you replied, “I’ve thought about you too.” Jey smiled and looked at you. His eyes focused on the way the rain made you shiver. “I taught Puddin’ how to do a handstand.” Puddin’ was the little Pomeranian dog that you and Jey had gotten before breaking up. Jey let you keep him because he knew how much you loved that dog. “Are you serious?” Jey asked, looking at you with an amused expression. You smiled back at Jey, giggling and nodding. “Seriously! He can do a handstand!” Both of you laughed.

“What else you doin’?” Jey asked in a lighthearted tone. You kept giggling, and that little laugh alone was enough to make Jey lose all sense of self-respect.

After that, another comforting silence fell between you two. However, it wasn’t long until Jey spoke up.

“A’ight, I’m just gon cut to the chase no sugar coating shit. I miss you a lot.” Jey stated bluntly. Your heart nearly stopped, you had no clue how to respond.

“I know it’s gon take some time for you to forgive me, but I want you to know that I miss you and I still love you.” Jey's voice was sincere, and you could tell he meant every word. “I always will want you.” He added. A whirlwind of emotions surged through you. “I… I have no idea what to say, Jey,”

He looked down, nervous, until your words snapped him out of his embarrassment. “I miss you too, Jey.” The man has never perked up so quickly, looking at you like a shocked puppy.

“I wanted to talk to you, but I backed out every time I opened your contact.” You admitted, looking straight ahead as you both walked down the sandy beach. The rain growing just a little harder but not pouring. “You fereal, Ma?” Jey asked, stopping and gently grabbing you.

You froze as you looked up into his brown eyes—those same puppy eyes that used to make you melt and blush. "Mhm..." you hummed in response. Jey's eyes sparkled with love, and you could feel the tension growing between the two of you.

You and him stood in the quiet once more. Jey slid his hands down to your waist slowly. The feeling of his hands on you in this way again was so comforting. This felt right. You missed this… You both missed this, so much. He pulled you closer until your bodies pushed against one another.

It took you a few moments to process what the hell was happening, but then you felt it…

The feeling you missed all year long, the feeling that gave you butterflies, the feeling of Jey’s lips pressed against yours. You kissed back instantly, wrapping your arms around his neck. You KNEW this was right. You both were where you belonged, in each other’s arms.

Once you pulled away, Jey almost pulled you back in but managed to control himself. Your fingers ran through his damped curls as you looked up at him. "I’ve missed you so much, mamas; it’s driving me crazy," he confessed. You had never smiled so brightly, and it made his heart nearly thump out of his chest.

It wasn’t long before you kissed him once more, giving him the exact answer he needed. His eyes shut as he leaned into the kiss.

After you broke away, you started laughing softly. Jey smiled and chuckled, shaking his head. “Is this you asking for a second chance?” You questioned playfully. He pecks your lips once more, god, he missed you so much. “Maybe. Will you give me it?” You smiled at his answer. “Should I?” He chuckled and picked you up while laughing. “Should I throw you into the water!?” You started laughing, “Nooo!!!”

Jey tossed you onto his shoulder and started walking towards the water. You laughed and kicked your legs, your heels almost falling off. “At least take my heels off!” You pleaded. Jey chuckled and placed you back down. “I’m just playin’ mamas.” You hugged Jey’s waist, swaying him lightly. “You’re so mean!”

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After a while, you and Jey found this trail leading down to a waterfall in the forest. “I am NOT going in the forest, you’re crazy!” You told Jey. Of course, that was before he picked you up again and walked down the trail. You had no idea there was gonna be a waterfall but when you felt Jey walking down steps and you heard the noise of water crashing, you knew. Jey somehow always knew spots.

Jey set you down after finishing walking down the steps. “How do you know this place?” You asked. “Jimmy told me bout it.” Jey looked at the waterfall and then back at you. You admired the beautiful view before glancing at him.

A smile grew on your face, the same smile you did when you were plotting something. Jey raised his eyebrows, smirking lightly. “Whatchu thinkin’ bout?” He questioned.

“Nothiiinngg..” You dragged the word. Jey’s eyes went down to your fingers unzipping your skirt. “So that’s how you wanna play now?” Jey flirted as he unbuttoned his shirt.

Your smile never faded as you removed your top and panties. Jey slid off his pants and boxers before you took his hand and walked towards the water.

Jey and his ridiculous antics thought it would be a good idea to try to push you into the water. Little did he know that his plan would backfire when you clung to him and pulled him in with you. When you both emerged, you were laughing and wiping the water from your eyes.

Jey’s arms slung around your waist as he looked down at you. He gently wiped your runny mascara from under your eyes. “Thank youuuu” you responded sweetly to his innocent action.

After messing around with each other for a little bit, you sat on a large flat rock at the edge of the water. You shivered lightly from the rain drizzling down onto you plus the cold water running down your skin.

Jey's arms were casually draped around your waist as he gazed up at you. "You know you're still the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," he complimented. After his words of affection, you made eye contact with him. "Even after a whole year of being apart?" you playfully asked. He simply nodded and chuckled. "Hell yeah, mamas."

“You’re still the most handsome man I’ve ever seen.” He grinned at your words as you adored the waterfall, your fingers softly brushing through his curls. Jey began to pepper kisses along your stomach, slowly moving out of the water and on top of you.

You laid back against the cool rock as Jey’s kisses moved up from your stomach to your neck. His hands slid up and down your sides as he admired your body. You’d gently grab Jey’s face and pull it up, kissing him.

He moves his hands up to your breasts, cupping them in his hands. You squealed softly from his almost ice-cold hands on you. Jey laughed softly against your neck. He wanted you closer, he wanted you so badly. One hand slides down in between your thighs. A soft moan escaped your lips as his fingers pressed against your clit. Jey moved off of you and onto your side instead.

He ran two fingers up your folds before rubbing gentle circles into your clit, causing soft gasps out of you. You shut your eyes, you remembered the last time he did this a year ago.

The pressure he was putting on your bundle of nerves sends sparks of warmth coursing through you. “Lemme hear you, mamas. Let me hear them pretty lil moans again.” His voice was full of arousal as you softly moaned. “Jey..” you tried to start, but you instantly gave up.

“You ain’t gotta say a thing, baby. I gotchu.” He talked to you so comfortably as he carefully pushed a finger inside. A soft whimper left you as he pumped a finger in and out. “So fuckin’ sexy,” Jey murmured.

He curled his finger just right before adding a second one. Your back arched off the rock as explicit sounds left your body. “Oh fuck..!”

“There we go, mamas…” He slowly fucked you with his fingers, scissoring you open before curling them against your walls. His rhythm was addicting as he took his time. The loud sounds of the waterfall and your moans filled the area.

Jey’s cock throbbed when he saw your facial expression. The amount of pleasure you were in was so damn satisfying for him. “Oh my god..” You were breathless. “You close, Ma?” He interrogated.

You were helpless, all you could do was nod and whine. That was all Jey needed before thrusting his fingers deeper, pushing your finish over.

Your back arched once more and your mouth fell open as your orgasm crashed over.

Your thighs trembled as Jey carefully pulled his fingers out. He ran his hand up your stomach before getting back on top of you. He leaned down and kissed under your ear before murmuring, “Ain’t no other gets me feelin’ like this. Only you, mama.”

His praise made you feel so good, your fingers dug into his sides. “Please Jey…” you manage to speak. “Please what? Tell me whatchu need.” “I need you…”

He nodded and carefully lined himself up at your entrance. “Finna take care of you, baby.” Within a slow thrust, Jey was buried deep inside. You cried out, clinging tightly to him.

You were overwhelmed with pleasure. Being so full, the light burn, the way he talked you through everything… He stayed still for a moment, letting you accommodate his size. He finally started moving, his pace set deep and slow. He took his time, peppering kisses on your jaw.

“Look how you take me. You was made fo’ me. Ain’t no getting away, I ain’t ever gon let you get away again. You mine, only mine.” Jey spoke almost protectively as he thrust in and out. You only could moan his name and whine. “Jey…” the words barely left your lips.

His dick felt like it was splitting you in half, whimpers and nasty sounds left your lips as his pace grew faster. Jey hammered into you, his hands holding the back of your head to prevent it from hitting the rock. Gosh, he was so nasty yet such a gentleman at the same time.

Jey shifted his hips to hit deeper inside. You let out a broken scream, his dick hitting your G-spot repeatedly. You screamed his name like a prayer, your nails scratching his tattooed back.

“Feel me, mamas? Feel me inside this pretty lil pussy?” You nodded helplessly, barely managing to get words out. “Yes!! Yes, baby!” You choked out. Jey’s pace never slowed, the silver chain around his neck dangling around.

Despite the rain and cool rock, you felt so hot. Your thighs started to tremble. “You close?” He asked. He was breathless and panting, you assumed he was also close.

Jey didn’t know why he asked, he knew you were close. “I gotchu, mamas… I gotchu.” He panted out, your pussy clenching around him was unbearable.

Then it happened. Your orgasm hits you hard, your walls fluttering around him. You moaned loudly but Jey never stopped, seemingly chasing his own release.

With a groan, Jey buried himself as deep as possible. His body shuddered against yours as he spilled inside of you. Jey finally stopped and laid down on top of you, still supporting your head.

You both were out of breath. Jey pressed wet, soft kisses into your neck before kissing your lips.

You whimpered as he gently pulled out, the sudden emptiness felt unforgiving. He carefully helped you sit up, pulling you onto his lap. You leaned your head onto his shoulder as he cradled you in his arms. “You did so good, mamas,” Jey whispered into your ear… You both were where you belonged, back together.

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You guys headed back to the party, holding one another’s hands. As you both entered the club the smell of alcohol, marijuana, and heavy perfumes filled your noses. Jimmy instant saw you both holding hands and turned to his younger brother, Solo. “Give me my fuckin’ money!” He laughed out. Solo groaned and slapped 50 bucks into Jimmy’s hand.

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Lately I've been very taken with the idea of kidnapping/abduction but in a soft way?? Like almost accidental and I can totally see that happening between sweet baby Stevie and feral kid Eddie, like in elementary/middle or something. Eddie watching the Harrington kid everyday when he walks home from school, and he doesn't think it's right that something so sweet and pretty goes home to a big empty house, and wouldn't Steve be happier with someone to play with, someone who can give him little treasures and hold him close and protect him?

And it just so happens that Eddie has a lil place in the woods that he's made to go to when the world outside gets too loud, a lil fort made of sticks and ratty blankets where he stashes all the things he finds running around in the woods that Wayne has forbidden him to bring inside, animal bones and snake shed and smooth river rocks. And it's so easy to wait for baby Stevie after school on his normal route home, and take his hand and tell him all about his cool spot in the woods where there are no grownups allowed!

Steve takes a lil bit of convincing, but he's secretly very curious about both the woods and the weird Munson kid, both things his parents have been very strict about keeping him away from. So the kids spent the afternoon there, and Steve is begrudgingly very endeared by the bone jewelry and pretty rocks that Eddie shoves at him, although he's not so enthusiastic about the beatles and spiders Eddie insists on dragging him along to go find. And even when it gets late and Steve starts fussing about going home, Eddie wins him over by dragging his ratty bedroll out under the stars and pointing out all the constellations that you can see this far from town. And Steve doesn't really want to argue with Eddie, who gets huffy and grouchy every time Steve brings up going home, plus he's honestly having a nice time out here, with Eddie bringing him snacks and comics that he swipes from the corner store when he sneaks into town.

I imagine this going on for maybe a week, of course the school takes notice right away that the Harrington boy hasn't been seen, and they call his parents who rush back from the business trip they've been at for a month, and the whole town is in a uproar, and the boys only get found when Wayne, after not seeing Eddie for a afternoon and on edge from what he heard about Steve, heads into the woods near the trailer park where he normally sees Eddie running off to, and he finds Steve curled up in the little nest of blankets Eddie's made for him with Eddie next to him cleaning a carcass that he found on the road so he can make more treasures for Steve. Of course the police and everyone have to get called, and Steve's parents are all up in arms calling Eddie "dangerous" and "disturbed", Eddie's yelling up a storm at Wayne, going on about how 'he took care of Steve so why can't he stay with him?', and Steve bawling his little eyes out cause he doesn't know why everyone's so upset.

Eventually Wayne is able to convince Steve's parents not to press charges due to Eddie's "situation" i.e being a half feral wild child, but the town still sees him as a kidnapper and a freak. They grow up being kept completely separated, I totally see everyone especially the others kids/teens being super protective of Steve, steering him away/blocking Eddie's view of Steve whenever he's around. I think even after Tommy and Carol fallout with Steve they're still running interference bc it's what they've done their whole lives. I imagine even Billy picks up on it! Steve on the other hand doesn't get what the big deal is, like on one hand he knows the whole story and everything that people tell him, but he doesn't remember it as some traumatic event, just a lil vacation from everything people expected him to be!

Eddie still watches Steve all the time, at first sticking to the rules and looking from a distance, but as time goes on and they grow up and enter high school, he gets more bold, leaving little treasures for Steve in his locker, bones, pretty bark jewelry, ripped out pages of words that made him think of Steve. In his mind all he did wrong was not provide well enough, and this time he'll be better! Steve thinks it's sweet, in a messed up way? But goes too far when Eddie leaves a pair of live jewel beatles in his locker, and he catches him after class, making sure that nobody is around so Eddie won't get in trouble. He scolds him for leaving all that stuff, but then says how he thinks some of it is pretty, and he's kept everything in a shoebox at home, and finally invites himself over to Eddie's trailer so he can show off all the other pretty things he can't bring to school. Wayne comes home from work that evening to Steve Harrington fixing his nephew dinner, wearing jewelry made from bones and river glass, while Eddie parades around his weird bug collection and Steve makes appreciating sounds to everything he shows him! 

[slutforpringles]

why does this real estate thing seem like a favor to nick thimm/his wife? like 'I missed your wedding I'll show up at your real estate conference'....but yeah the difference between daniel doing....that and max getting a week off of f1 and using it to drive a different car....I'd love it if daniel could just go have some fun like that driving again.

😂😅 Obviously I have no idea but the real estate company Daniel's speaking at is an australian company/brand, so I'd probably guess it's less the the Nick connection and more likely corporate australia business world connections. Although it's probably booked through CAA so who knows 🤷🏻‍♀️

Yeah ... I know Daniel's never been the same level of complete racing nerd (affectionately) as Max, but I dunno I still find the apparent total lack of desire to do anything motorsport related somewhat sad and confusing, and also I feel it somewhat feeds into the corpse's (and others') sentiments about Daniel being completely done with racing, that he just didn't have it anymore etc.

I'm going to put this next bit under the cut because it's not the most positive sentiment and I don't want to bring others down, so read at your own risk and be warned my thoughts are very inarticulate and rambly.

Yeah ... I won't lie I've really struggled a bit with connecting to Daniel the last little while. I've mostly come to grips with whatever this current post-motorsport reality is, I think. I've also mostly come to terms with the fact there'll probably never be any closure on F1, on what happened last year, that we'll never hear from Daniel's perspective how he envisages the next few years or what his future plans are. And I've also not particularly minded the post-F1 sponsorships/business/money-making...

... But It just feels like now the only time we see or hear from him is when he's selling something; his social media is literally a glorified advertising billboard literally devoid of any of the old fun and personal posts he used to intersperse his feed with. And I get that he doesn't owe us any of his life etc etc. But I think it's kind of tough because part of Daniel's brand is/was his personality, and himself; part of what makes him such a lucrative marketing/brand asset is the way that he made sponsorships and advertising part of his content - it was fun and engaging because of Daniel. It didn't feel like you were just purely following someone to only to be advertised to, if that makes sense ?

Now the only time he posts is either because he's selling something, or because it's a sponsored post. Even the F1 Academy stuff that he shared on his story was literally a link to the enchante website and that was it (but I still think it's a super cool more from him and the brand regardless). When you scroll back though old posts/stories/comments where you just see the way he used to give random little updates and insights - even just his random videos of the sky with music - it's hard not to feel like his social media now is anything more than advertising.

And maybe it's a bit silly but the Real Estate thing did kind of hammer that feeling home a bit more for me. At least the fun projects, ongoing sponsorships all of that makes sense. But speaking at a real estate conference ?? To me it does kind of suck that since Singapore the only times he's spoken publicly have been at corporate events (like in NY for Afterpay, or for the wine event in Sydney, or to select influencers for Enchante in Melbourne). I get that his life is a lot more private post-F1, and I fully understand and respect that decision. (But I also just from a business pov do not in any way get it - because he's currently as off grid as Seb post-F1, except with several very public brands built around his popularity that aren't sustainable without him.)

Anyway all this to say I still love Daniel, I still support Daniel, I still enjoy getting to see random glimpses of him in 240p from random instagram posts. I'm just grappling with my own feelings towards how being a Daniel fan feels now idk if that makes sense ??

[letsatomicbanana]

Harrasing real people over fictional content is DISGUSTING... If you agree with any of this behaviour, get the fuck out of my blog

[microwavetoaster-selfships]

Does my secret problem with object-head characters explain why I like Dr.Strangeglove so much

[themyscirah]

Okay so basically the United States MINT of all people is going to be working with DC to make a line of coins! These coins sadly won't be in circulation (the things I would do to live in a world where I could get Batman coins from the supermarket) as they're collectors coins, but will be releasing over the course of the next 3 years, 2025-2027.

Designs haven't been released yet (the same is true for all 2025 designs) but we know there will be 9 coins in total (3 each year) with the first year featuring (of course!!!) Superman, Batman, and Wonder Woman.

Although we know the first three heroes to be featured, the remaining six have yet to be decided, and it turns out the Mint is putting out a survey on their site to gauge which of a group of culturally significant heroes people want to see most! (link to the form is mentioned in the article above)

The considered group includes: Supergirl, the Flash, Green Arrow, Black Canary, Captain Marvel, John Stewart GL, Aquaman, Hawkman, Jamie Reyes BB, Robin (Damian?), Cyborg, and Batgirl, of which 6 will be selected.

As someone who does a bit of coin collecting myself (mainly circulation coins like the quarters sets, but I also have a couple proof and collectors coins) I think this is a really cool and interesting idea that showcases the history of the comics medium and these characters and their influence on American culture. Really excited to wait and see what the designs look like for the coins already announced!

[spamtoon]

(Out of nowhere, you are approached by a familiar lightbulb-headed Cog.)

Ah, it's you, cat. Thinking you're oh-so-slick. Muttering and whispering under those raggedy whiskers of yours... Thinking I am unable to hear it all...

Well, you've simply underestimated my fantastic hearing. You probably want to know the reason why I'm here, taking a 'break' from my incredibly important scientific breakthroughs? It's quite simple, really!

(She gets close, and squints her eyes.)

I know what you are.

Farewell, now!

(She then leaves the way she came from.)

(Spam giggles immensely, covering her face... it always seems like she's giggling, isn't she? This lasts... at least thirty seconds. Longer than usual.)

And I know what I am too, Sparky! You broke through something, that's for sure. Really, broke through...

(She looks down, continuing to laugh nervously.)

You know, I find it odd you Havent tried to bulb blast me into the stratosphere by now. I mean knowing how you acted with Frostbite. Is there something peculiar about me that you perhaps can't quite track? Something about me that you... don't know what I am?

I know, I know, I'm talking to nobody again. But you were there when I had a moment today with the one the only Frostbite The Bravecog. You may be remaining. Lurking in the shadows. Knowing about these thoughts that I'm thinking.

(The giggling resumes, lasting far shorter this time.)

Your brother's a piece of fucking barp, by the way

(She braces for impact for a few seconds, wincing while smiling, before comically looking around to realize nobody's there. She sighs.)

Wow, okay maybe toony superhero show logic doesn't apply in this situation. Cool.

WAIT I JUST FUCKING REALIZED WHAT SHE MEANT but like. Dude if she meant that then what's the point I mean the whole ahh sellbot department barping knows unless you're Really low on the ladder. Heheh... maybe she did mean what I thought she meant.

Oh i'm so fucking screwed. What kind of bitch gets filament fever

[quitedisastrous]

my mom told me i almost got diagnosed with autism as a kid (she says i wasn't officially diagnosed because the diagnosis wouldn't have been useful so i guess my symptoms were so on the fence that they didn't push for it) which. like i'm 100% sure i have autism but holy mackerel. she couldn't have told me this as a kid???? it's a good thing i'm both logical and oblivious so i didn't spend too much time thinking "something is wrong with me. what the fuck is wrong with me" but like. what the fuck?

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

I took a nap from 11am to 4pm today and then another nap from 10:30pm to midnight, and now it's 4am and I can't sleep because I've been sleeping all day (yes I'm concerned about how much I sleep and how little energy I have, but not enough to do anything about it) so I'm just reading and watching my rats do their little rat things, and I cleaned a lot and built a desk chair, but the desk chair isn't super ideal because I'm fat and the chair has armrests that dig into my thighs, but at least my room is getting better. Y'know when you clean your room and you feel like you can breathe better? That happened. And cleaning is kind of how I cope with anger and stress, so what I've been doing to inspire myself to clean is listen to a voicemail that my ex girlfriend left for me on my birthday, after we'd broken up, wishing me a happy birthday and apologizing for not keeping in touch, which makes me so angry because of how our relationship ended (it was a mutual breakup, a long time coming, but we were together for three years and she said she wanted to marry me but then when I told her I was moving she changed her mind and said she doesn't think she can see a future with me and she'll want to open the relationship after I move, even though she spent most of our relationship traveling. So she gets to fucking travel but when I want to move then she can't handle it. So I'm salty that I wasted three years. And after we broke up she fucked my best friend, which is a whole other thing that im upset about) so I listen to the voicemail when I want to clean because it makes me angry enough to want to take back control, which I do by cleaning. And luckily I have a lot of cleaning to do, because I moved in August and I've been slowly unpacking and getting my room set up but it's slow going. I have a lot of shit and I'm bad at making myself clean. And now it's past 4am and I'm still not tired so I'm gonna go back to reading. I can probably finish my book by the end of the day today because I'm halfway through my book and I've been really into reading lately. And I'm knitting a book blanket (different colors for the genre of book) so if I want to knit then I have to read books, which I love. I have such a long list of books to read, most of them queer because it was a resolution of mine to read more books, particularly queer books.

Anyway I just needed to say shit. So I said all of my shit here. Because I no longer have a girlfriend to talk to, and things are icy with my best friend after the whole fucking my ex girlfriend thing. So now all of you get to listen to my ranting. Or not. I just needed to get it out.

[ktempestbradford]

I have been on a Willy Wonkified journey today and I need y'all to come with me

It started so innocently. Scrolling Google News I come across this article on Ars Technica:

At first glance I thought what happened was parents saw AI-generated images of an event their kids were at and became concerned, then realized it was fake. The reality? Oh so much better.

On Saturday, event organizers shut down a Glasgow-based "Willy's Chocolate Experience" after customers complained that the unofficial Wonka-inspired event, which took place in a sparsely decorated venue, did not match the lush AI-generated images listed on its official website.... According to Sky News, police were called to the event, and "advice was given."

Thing is, the people who paid to go were obviously not expecting exactly this:

But I can see how they'd be a bit pissed upon arriving to this:

It gets worse.

"Tempest, how could it possibly--"

source of this video that also includes this charming description:

Made up a villain called The Unknown — 'an evil chocolate maker who lives in the walls'

There is already a meme.

Oh yes, the Wish.com Oompa Loompa:

Who has already done an interview!

As bad (and hilarious) as this all is, I got curious about the company that put on this event. Did they somehow overreach? Did the actors they hired back out at the last minute? (Or after they saw the script...) Oddly enough, it doesn't seem so!

Given what I found when poking around I'm legit surprised there was an event at all. Cuz this outfit seems to be 100% a scam.

The website for this specific event is here and it has many AI generated images on it, as stated. I don't think anyone who bought tickets looked very closely at these images, otherwise they might have been concerned about how much Catgacating their children would be exposed to.

Yes, Catgacating. You know, CATgacating!

I personally don't think anyone should serve exarserdray flavored lollipops in public spaces given how many people are allergic to it. And the sweet teats might not have been age appropriate.

Though the Twilight Tunnel looks pretty cool:

I'm not sure that Dim Tight Twdrding is safe. I've also been warned that Vivue Sounds are in that weird frequency range that makes you poop your pants upon hearing them.

Yes, Virginia, these folks used an AI image generator for everything on the website and used Chat GPT for some of the text! From the FAQ:

Q: I cannot go on the available days. Will you have more dates in the future? A: Should there be capacity when you arrive, then you will be able to enter without any problems. In the event that this is not the case, we may ask you to wait a bit.

Fear not, for this question is asked again a few lines down and the answer makes more sense.

Curious about the events company behind this disaster, I took myself over to the homepage of House of Illuminati and I was not disappointed.

I would 100% trust these people to plan my wedding.

This abomination of a website is a badly edited WordPress blog filled with AI art and just enough blog posts to make the casual viewer think that it's a legit business for about 0.0004 seconds.

Their attention to detail is stunning, from how they left up the default first post every WP blog gets to how they didn't bother changing the name on several images, thus revealing where they came from. Like this one:

With the lovely and compact filename "DALL·E-2024-01-30-09.50.54-Imagine-a-scene-where-fantasy-and-reality-merge-seamlessly.-In-the-foreground-a-grand-interactive-gala-is-taking-place-filled-with-elegant-guests-i.png"

"Concept.png" came from the same AI generator that gets text almost, but not quiiiiiite right:

There are a suspicious number of .webp images in the uploads, which makes me think they either stole them from other sites where AI "art" was uploaded or they didn't want to pay for the hi-res versions of some and just grabbed the preview image.

The real fun came when I noticed this filename: Before-and-After-Eventologists-Transformation-Edgbaston-Cricket-Ground-1024x1024-1.jpg and decided to do a Google image search. Friends, you will be shocked to hear that the image in question, found on this post touting how they can transform a boring warehouse into a fun event space, was stolen from this actual event planner.

Even better, this weirdly grainy image?

From a post that claims to be about the preparations for a "Willy Wonka" experience (we'll get to this in a minute), is not only NOT an actual image of anyone preparing anything for Illuminati's event, it is stolen from a YouTube thumbnail that's been chopped to remove the name of the company that actually made this. Here's the video.

If you actually read the blog posts they're all copypasta or some AI generated crap. To the point where this seems like not a real business at all. There's very specific business information at the bottom, but nothing else seems real.

As I said, I'm kinda surprised they put on an event at all. This has, "And then they ran off with all our money!" written all over it. I'm perplexed.

And also wondering when the copyright lawyers are gonna start calling, because...

This post explicitly says they're putting together a "Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory Experience" complete with golden tickets.

Somewhere along the line someone must have wised up, because the actual event was called "Willys Chocolate Experience" (note the lack of apostrophe) and the script they handed to the actors about 10 minutes before they were supposed to "perform" was about a "Willy McDuff" and his chocolate factory.

As I was going through this madness with friends in a chat, one pointed out that it took very little prompting to get the free Chat GPT to spit out an event description and such very similar to all this while avoiding copyrighted phrases. But he couldn't figure out where the McDuff came from since it wasn't the type of thing GPT would usually spit out...

Until he altered the prompt to include it would be happening in Glasgow, Scotland.

You cannot make this stuff up.

But truly, honestly, I do not even understand why they didn't take the money and run. Clearly this was all set up to be a scam. A lazy, AI generated scam.

Everything from the website to the event images to the copy to the "script" to the names of things was either stolen or AI generated (aka stolen). Hell, I'd be looking for some poor Japanese visitor wandering the streets of Glasgow, confused, after being jacked for his mascot costume.

HE LIVES IN THE WALLS, Y'ALL.

[sinner-as-saint]

drag me under

Father Charlie Mayhew x Reader 

Run-through: After what has to be one of the most exhausting and exasperating meetings he’s ever had with the Bishop and Mother Superior, Father Charlie desperately needs a quick release. It was wrong, he knew and he’d repent for it later. Except, what he thought was going to stay as a secret between him and God ends up involving a third witness – you. 

Themes: smut, explicit language, mentions of infidelity, degrading kink

Fuck. He was close. 

He’d shut himself inside the confessional booth a few minutes ago because he absolutely needed to get his mind off certain things. Those meetings always left him feeling like a damned pressure cooker, and he always needed to let out some steam after. 

All that arguing, and having to keep his cool and maintain composure when all he wanted to do was yell and tell them all that he was right and they were wrong. It had to be the generational gap, but sometimes he felt like he was being tortured with how much his mindset differed from those of his superiors. Why couldn’t they just let him do things his way? 

But he pushed all that aside for a moment. Just a moment, that’s all he needed. Fist wrapped around his throbbing cock, his spit and precum giving him just the right amount of lubricant, his head thrown back against the thick wood as he worked his fist up and down his cock, as fast as he could. 

He tried to keep his gasps and moans as quiet as possible. It was late in the afternoon, there wouldn’t be anyone around during this time, but just in case. A groan left his lips anyway, and he bit his lip immediately after. 

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck… 

He could hear how fast his fist moved, the friction was almost just as good as how he remembered sinking into a warm body felt like. Almost, not quite as exhilarating though. 

Fuck! 

A few more tugs, a couple more unrestrained moans later, and he came with a loud sigh. Spilling all over his hand, gasping for breath as he blinked a couple times, already feeling his thoughts flowing much easier. His all black suit, his collar around his neck didn’t feel as tight and constricting anymore. 

He quickly cleaned himself up with a handkerchief he’d have to put in the trash later, he sighed one more time as he made sure to fix his clothes and was about to walk out of the booth when he heard a timid, soft, almost hesitant voice ask: 

“Are you done, Father?” 

He froze. 

Shit. 

He cleared his throat. It sounded like a young woman on the other side. He tried to look but the screen only allowed him a partial view of your face. Okay, okay, don’t panic. He could still get out of this situation. Maybe you didn’t hear what he was doing. Maybe you’d just gotten in here. Maybe you were too naive to even know what those sounds were. 

He cleared his throat again, “How, uh, how long have you been waiting for?” He tried his hardest to sound apologetic for making you wait. 

A moment of silence. Then you replied, “Long enough.” 

That voice. He knew that voice, didn’t he? 

He said your name out loud. A pause then, “Is it you?” He asked. 

A sigh. Then, “Yes, Father.” 

Ah. He let out a quiet breath, relieved. 

He had no reason to worry if it was you. You were what he called a lost little lamb, too innocent for her own good. He knew your family. They were nice people who frequented the church, and lately your parents had been worried about you since they found out that you had a troublesome boyfriend who was nowhere near the god-fearing type your family wanted you to date. 

He also knew that you, unlike your parents, were not seen very often at church. He saw you here and there, sometimes at charity events, or sometimes at the tennis court with your mom. But never in the confessional booth. 

Father Charlie sat up straight, looked ahead at the wooden door and asked, “This is your first confession?” 

“Yes, Father.” 

“And what would you like to confess?” He asked, knowing he was going about this all wrong. No signs of the cross, no ‘Bless me Father for I have sinned’, but he was impatient and… intrigued. What could a shy, timid girl like you have to confess?

“I… I slept with my boyfriend.” 

He couldn’t help but turn towards the screen. He watched you as you fidgeted and squirmed. “Did you?” He didn’t recognise his own voice. 

“Yes, Father.” You answered. “But that’s not all.” 

“Oh?” 

A trembled sigh left your lips, then you said, “While we were, um, when he was...” You struggled to speak. 

And Father Charlie felt weirdly interested all of a sudden, so he urged, “It’s okay, you’re safe here.” He cooed gently, using the soothing voice he always used with everyone. “Use your big girl words, come on. When he was, what?” 

“Father, I cannot say it.” Your words sounded heavy with shame. 

So he urged you even further, “Like I said, you’re safe here. Now tell me. When he was, what? On top of you? Fucking you? What happened, did he hurt you?” 

“No,” You said quickly. “No, he was… gentle.” 

Father Charlie raised an eyebrow, “And?” 

You let out a shaky breath and confessed, “I wanted him to…” You trailed off, “I know it’s wrong to want these kinds of things, but I didn’t want him to be gentle. I wanted him to be rough. To make it hurt.” 

Another shaky breath left your lips, and this time Father Charlie felt like he was the tormented one. He frowned as he looked down and noticed that he was hard again. Shit. 

He cleared his throat again. “I see.” 

But you were quick to add, “It’s wrong, isn’t it? To want things like that? Isn’t it, Father?” 

There was a strangely innocent desperation in your voice even as you referred to sinful things. The kind of innocence he wanted to take into his hands and crumble it into pieces but also preserve it at the same time. 

Fuck, he was hard. And it was painful because you were right there. 

“Depends,” He answered, “What other things do you find yourself wanting?” A small, quiet gasp left your mouth. Father Charlie caught himself smirking at the sound of it. “And don’t lie. I can’t help you if you lie.” He noticed movement on the other side of the screen. Maybe your hand touching your neck out of nervousness. 

“I… I like being told what to do. I like authority. I like…,” You gasped, as if not believing you were actually saying all this out loud, “I like it, I mean I like the idea of men being mean to me, in bed. I want them to take what they want from me, with consent of course. But I don’t want them to be gentle about it.” 

Oh fuck. 

“That’s, uh…” He found himself at a loss for words. His cock was making his trousers tighter. His hands were shaking with the need to grab and feel a warm body. Preferably that of a shy young woman who thought she should be ashamed of her desires. “Yes, that’s not right.” He did his best to sound stern and disappointed. 

A soft sound came from the other side. Sounding a lot like a sniffle. “I’m sorry, Father.” You whispered, just loud enough for him to hear. “I should go.” 

It all happened too quickly. The sound of the door opening, the sound of you trying to rush and get out. Before he knew it, he was out of the booth as well and stopping you from leaving. Your wrist in his hand, his chest heaving, tears down your face, a shocked look in your eyes. 

“Did I say you could leave?” He asked, looking down at you and noticing the way you didn’t even fight him. Aww, a lost little lamb indeed. 

“No.” You whispered, going along with the movement as he walked you backwards until your back hit the nearest wall, beside the booth. 

“You’re disobedient,” He noted, “I should punish you for that.” 

“Yes,” You mumbled, like you were ready to be punished for your sins. 

“Yes, what?” He chided. 

“Yes, Father.” 

And oh, how he would’ve loved to have you on your knees in front of him. To have his cock in your mouth. To make real tears stream down your face, ruining your makeup. But he didn't have too much time. 

He stepped closer, trapping you between the wall and his hard body. He noted the way your eyes remained fixated on his white collar, those teary, innocent eyes. You didn’t even know the treasure you were. 

“Look at me,” He ordered. 

You did. Unable to look away once you did. 

“You’ve been a bad girl, you know that, don’t you?” He asked. You nodded at him. “And I need to punish you, because I need to make sure you’re good from now on, don’t I?” You nodded at his words again. “Good,” He whispered, then grabbed both your hands and placed them on his shoulders as he leaned in and pressed his mouth to yours. 

He fucking that little gasp of surprise that left your mouth as he kissed you, hot and messy. His hands reached down and bunched your dress up before he slipped his hand in between your legs.

He chuckled into the kiss when he felt your flimsy underwear. “See now, good girls don’t wear things like this. You understand?” He whispered, running his knuckles along your wet folds and smearing your arousal around through the thin fabric. “I’m gonna have to take it off, okay?” 

You nodded again. 

And he did, he slid your underwear down until it fell to your ankles. He watched as you stepped out of them and he immediately slid his knee in between your legs, followed by his hand again. “This is all part of your punishment,” He whispered into your ear, and watched how you shivered upon feeling his warm breath. He slipped his two fingers into you with ease and smirked against your skin as he felt your arousal coating his fingers, which he curled inside of you, hitting all the spots which made you gasp and moan.

You whimpered and closed your eyes, sighing and moaning when he leaned down and nibbled on your skin around your throat. He chuckled, sliding his fingers in and out of you, “See what a little slut you are? Cheating on your boyfriend, and letting me touch you however I please,” He scoffed, “Is this what you came to do? Was this your intention?” 

You bucked your hips against his hand impatiently. “Please,” You murmured. 

He pulled his fingers out, and messed with his belt, undoing it and the zipper on his trousers until he pulled his cock out. “Please what?” He asked, rubbing his wet fingers along his hard cock, “Huh? What do you want?” 

You looked up at him, pleading with your eyes. 

“Oh?” He taunted, “You want this cock? Huh?” He leaned in and grabbed your face, squeezing your cheeks together, his lips brushing against yours as he spoke in a lowered voice that sent shivers down your back, “Does this little slut need a cock in her?” 

“Yes,” You murmured, unable to take it anymore. 

“Yes, what?” He growled. 

“Yes, Father.” You quickly corrected yourself. 

He smirked, smug. Then he lifted you up until you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, your back against the wall, and the two of you partially hidden by the booth. His cock briefly brushed against your wet folds in the process and you moaned out loud. 

“Shh,” He reminded you, “Quiet.” 

“Please,” You whined, eyes shut. “Please, Father…” 

“Shut up,” He hissed as he aligned his throbbing tip with your entrance. “Shut your needy little mouth up.” 

You moaned as he pushed himself into you. Stretching you out as he went. His nails digging painfully into your skin as he held you by your hips, and yours sliding into his hair as he filled you up nicely. 

“So fucking wet for me…” He whispered against your cheek as he rocked in and out of you. “I bet you’re not this wet for your little boyfriend, huh? Does he feel this good? This big?” He chuckled. “Does he know you let random men fuck you?” 

You were a mess, moaning and whimpering when he began moving in and out of you. His cock reached places that had you whining out loud. 

“Shh,” He hissed again, “Shut up, you little slut. Shut the fuck up.” He groaned as he fucked you. He kept an eye on your surroundings, just in case someone wandered in. 

But you kept moaning like crazy so he did the only thing his lust-filled brain could think of, he brought out his soiled handkerchief from earlier and shoved it in your mouth, and slapped his hand over your mouth. “Yeah, that’ll shut your filthy mouth up, huh? Is this what you wanted? Your boyfriend doesn’t fuck you like the needy little whore you are, does he?” 

Your moans sounded muffled now, and he fucked you relentlessly, earning more and more muffled whines and moans and whimpers out of you each time his cock stroked your walls. He loved the way your eyes rolled back when he fucked you harder, reaching deeper. 

He pounded into you as fast as he could, your back slamming into the wall with each thrust. “Filthy girl.” He sped up into you again, making you cry out. “So fucking desperate, aren’t you? You couldn’t help but spread your legs for me, huh? Even for a man of God? You couldn’t help it.” He taunted. “What else would you do for me? Would you come here everyday and let me have you? Hmm? Would you let me fuck your needy little pussy like your boyfriend can’t?” 

He knew you couldn’t answer him, so he chuckled and continued as he felt your walls clench around his cock. Fuck, he had missed this. He’d missed making a beautiful girl lose control while he was inside her. He knew you couldn’t think right, he was so fucking deep inside you that all you could do was whine and cry, and let him take what he wanted from you. Which is exactly what he did. He didn’t stop. He kept fucking you harder and faster against the wall. 

His hand left your mouth, making sure his handkerchief remained nice and snug in there, and reached down until he wrapped his fingers around your throat, he squeezed just enough to make your eyes widen. “Yes,” He goaded you, “You like that, don’t you? Your messed up little head likes this,” He taunted. “It’s filthy in there, isn’t it? You think about these things at night? When you touch yourself before going to bed? Is this what you’ll be thinking about from now on?” 

Your body shuddered, trembling in pleasure. He looked down and noticed the slight cleavage of your sweet little dress. Fuck, he wished he had time to really peel it off your body and have you crawl around naked just so he could look at you. He was sure he could spend a lot of time just looking. 

“He doesn’t fuck you like this, does he?” He chuckled, his body moving expertly against yours, “No, how could he? He’s just a boy. He wouldn’t even know what to do with a dirty girl like you.” He leaned in, whispering against your wet cheek, “This is what you needed. I’m what you need.” 

Your mind was a foggy mess already, and he could tell by the muffled by wanton moans that he could still hear that you were so, so close. 

“I bet he doesn’t even come inside you, does he?” He scoffed, “I think he’d be too scared to do that.” He pulled away and looked into your eyes. “But you want me to come inside you, don’t you? Remember, it’s all part of your punishment. You wanna be a good girl and take all of it, don’t you?” 

You nodded quickly, more tears streaming down your face. 

“Go on then, you little slut. Come for me. Come all over this cock like the needy, desperate whore you are.” He let out a strained moan, “I said,” He spoke, menacingly, “Come for me!” 

Your body tensed up, legs tightening around his waist, hands tugging at his hair, before you let go and came undone around his cock. Walls clenching around him, nails scratching his neck and a loud muffled moan erupting from your mouth as he made you come hard. 

Father Charlie groaned as he came shortly after, spilling inside of you. And fuck, even he could feel how much he filled you up. 

He pulled the now wet cloth out of your mouth as you both felt his warm cum dripping down your inner thighs. He replaced the handkerchief with his fingers, gliding two of them across your tongue, in and out of your lips as he said, “You’ll come back, won’t you?” He whispered against the corner of your mouth as you caught your breath while sucking on his fingers. “Now that you got a taste of what it’s like, you’ll be back as often as you can just to let me fuck you again. Won’t you, little lamb?” 

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a/n: call me sister megan bc i’m frothing–

[rafecameronssl4t]

Actors on Actors || Drew Starkey x actress!reader

Summary: Actress!reader and Drew partaking in Variety's Actors on Actors!!

Warnings: not proofread sozz

Word count: 3,057 loooong one

A/n: damn I felt like I was in the interview room for this one

MASTERLIST

Drew couldn’t keep his eyes off you as the crew flitted around, prepping for the Actors on Actors interview with Variety. You were standing just a few feet away, laughing lightly at something one of the staff members had said, your head tilted back, eyes sparkling. To him, you looked utterly breathtaking—ethereal, even. Everyone knew Drew Starkey had the biggest crush on you.

He was never subtle about it, often caught in candid interviews or behind-the-scenes clips praising you, his admiration so obvious it became a running joke among his friends and colleagues. But right now, as he adjusted his mic and watched you from the corner of his eye, he wished he hadn’t been so vocal about it. His nerves were getting the best of him.

What if he said something dumb? What if you already thought he was just some lovesick fool? He swallowed hard, trying to calm the fluttering in his chest as you walked toward the set, your heels clicking softly against the floor. “Drew Starkey,” you greeted warmly, a radiant smile lighting up your features as you settled into the armchair opposite him.

You sat first, crossing your legs effortlessly, the picture of poise. “Y/n,” Drew smiled back, leaning forward slightly to kiss both of your cheeks. The casual intimacy of the gesture sent his pulse racing, but he played it cool as you let out a soft laugh, your perfume lingering faintly in the air.

“How’s it going?” he asked, his tone steady, though there was a barely perceptible edge to it—a nervous undertone that betrayed just how much this moment meant to him. His gaze lingered on yours, longer than what might be considered polite, but you didn’t seem to mind. “I’m good, and—” You paused mid-sentence as Drew suddenly leaned forward, his brows knitting together.

“Sorry—hold on,” he murmured, his voice dropping lower, softer, as his fingers reached toward the hem of your dress. “You’ve got a little something.” Before you could respond, he gently plucked a stray piece of lint from the fabric, his fingertips brushing ever so lightly against the material.

The touch was fleeting, almost inconsequential, but it sent a quiet thrill up your spine, one you quickly masked with a polite chuckle. “Oh—thanks,” you said, your voice airy as you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “You’re welcome,” Drew replied, his lips curving into a shy grin, his usual confidence momentarily replaced by something more boyish and endearing.

For a moment, you could swear his ears turned a little pink. You leaned back, a knowing smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you studied him. Of course you knew Drew Starkey had a crush on you. It wasn’t exactly a secret.

But there was something undeniably flattering about it—something that made you feel just a bit lighter, a bit more self-assured. However, you'd be lying if you said you didn't have a crush on him. It was Drew Starkey after all.

Your eyes met again, and the silence between you stretched into something that felt almost electric. Both of you wore soft, bashful smiles, the moment teetering between unspoken words and playful tension. Finally, you broke into a small laugh, breaking the spell, and Drew looked away, scratching the back of his neck, his own smile lingering despite himself.

“You know,” you began, shifting slightly in your seat, “it’s kind of funny. We’ve both been at so many of the same events, but we’ve never actually talked until now.” Drew chuckled, his posture relaxing just a little. “I know, right? It’s crazy. First time was… the Glass Onion premiere, wasn’t it?”

You nodded, humming in agreement. “Yeah, I was there supporting Madelyn," Drew spoke. "Ugh, I miss Maddie," You give a small pout as Drew chuckles. “And then Immaculate, I remember standing right behind you in the photo line.” You laughed, your cheeks warming at the memory.

“Oh my god, yes! And somehow, we still didn’t even say hi.” “And then the Queer premiere a couple weeks ago,” Drew said, shaking his head in disbelief. “Right,” you said, leaning forward slightly as your laughter softened into a chuckle. “It’s wild how we’ve been orbiting around each other this whole time.”

“Crazy, huh?” Drew murmured, his voice lower now, his eyes soft as they lingered on you. The way he looked at you was different—not just admiration, but genuine warmth, curiosity, and something else you couldn’t quite place. “How’s everything been?” Drew asks, leaning back in his chair, his voice warm but tinged with curiosity, as if he genuinely wants to know every detail.

“It’s good,” you reply with a soft smile, shifting slightly in your seat. “I’m here in LA, which is nice—” Before you can finish, he interjects, his brow arching in curiosity. “You’re from New England, right?” You click your tongue playfully, tilting your head at him. “I see someone’s done their research, Mr. Starkey,” you tease, flashing him a playful wink.

Drew’s grin widens, and he throws his head back in laughter, the sound rich and easy, like he’s completely at ease for the first time since the cameras started rolling. “I had to, didn’t I? You’re not exactly an open book. I had to dig deep.” “Oh, is that so?” you challenge, your voice lilting with mock skepticism.

“Well, since you’re so curious, tell me—what do you know about New England?” you challenge, leaning forward slightly. He grins, but it’s a little sheepish. “Not much, if I’m honest. You’ll have to fill in the blanks for me. What’s it like there?” Your eyes widen in exaggerated disbelief, your hand fluttering to your chest like you’ve been insulted.

“Wait—you’ve never been? My goodness, Drew! Come with me, and I’ll show you around properly,” you say, your tone teasing but full of warmth. His smile softens, and he leans in just a little. “I’d like that very much,” he says, his voice carrying a quiet sincerity that makes your breath hitch for a fraction of a second. “Well then,” you reply with a chuckle, regaining your composure.

“I think we can organise something. You’re from North Carolina, yeah?” Drew hums in confirmation, his grin widening. “Born and raised. But I gotta admit, New England sounds pretty tempting now.” “It should,” you quip, pointing at him playfully. Then, after a beat, you lean in slightly, an amused gleam in your eye.

“Can I just say—and I’m sure you get this a lot—I’m a huge fan of Outer Banks.” Drew raises an eyebrow, his grin turning slightly bashful as he rubs the back of his neck. “Oh no, don’t tell me you’re team Pogue,” he jokes, but his eyes are fixed on you with a playful sparkle.

You snort softly, clasping your hands together in your lap. “Not quite. But I’ve gotta say, you play Rafe so convincingly. How do you approach a character like Rafe? I mean, you’re, you know… the complete opposite of him.” You chuckle, your words carrying a mix of admiration and disbelief.

Drew leans back in his chair, rubbing his chin thoughtfully before clearing his throat. “Well, Rafe is a challenge, to say the least. He’s not your typical villain. It’s easy to hate him on the surface, but if you dig deeper, he’s this broken guy with so many vulnerabilities. That’s where I try to focus—on making him human. I want people to see why he makes those awful decisions, even if they don’t agree with them. It’s all about balance.”

You nod, your expression softening as you listen. “That’s fascinating,” you say earnestly. “It’s definitely what makes him such a compelling character.” Drew smiles, but you notice something different about his gaze. He isn’t just answering your question—he’s watching you, his eyes holding a softness that makes your heart skip a beat.

Before the moment can linger too long, Drew shifts the focus back to you. “And your character in Ghosted,” he says, his voice warm and curious. “It’s so different from anything you’ve done before. How did you prepare for that role?” You smile at the question, grateful for his genuine interest.

“It was a lot of emotional work,” you admit, leaning back slightly. “She’s so different from me in so many ways. I spent a lot of time understanding her motivations, her fears, and what drives her. It’s a very internal role, so the process was… draining, to say the least. But also rewarding.” Drew’s lips curve into a soft smile as he leans forward slightly, his elbows resting on his knees.

“Sounds intense,” he says, his voice quieter now. “I’ve always wondered in the film how you guys manage to keep it together when the emotions run that deep.” You shrug lightly, a thoughtful smile tugging at your lips. “It’s not easy, but that’s the beauty of the craft, isn’t it? Tapping into those emotions and channelling them into something real.”

Drew nods, his expression softening even further. There’s something unspoken in his gaze—something that lingers longer than words can express. “Yeah,” he says finally, his voice dropping just a fraction. “I get that. And for what it’s worth, I think you’re incredible. I’ve seen your work—it’s inspiring.” His words hang in the air, heavy with sincerity, and you can’t help the rush of warmth that floods your chest.

A small, genuine smile spreads across your face. “I could say the same for you,” you reply softly, your eyes meeting his. For a moment, it’s like the rest of the room fades away, leaving just the two of you, sharing something unspoken yet deeply understood. Drew shifts in his seat, leaning forward slightly, his curiosity evident. “So, let’s talk about Saltburn. You played Venetia Catton. How did you even begin to prepare for a role like that?"

You smile, the mention of Saltburn immediately bringing back memories. “Honestly, Venetia was one of the most challenging but rewarding roles I’ve ever taken on. Emerald Fennell has such a sharp, specific vision as a director, and she brought so much depth to every single character. Venetia wasn’t just the surface-level socialite that she might appear to be at first glance. She’s deeply entrenched in this world of privilege, but there’s a kind of desperation underneath it all—this need to hold it all together, to maintain this facade of control.”

Drew nods, his expression thoughtful. “I feel like Emerald has this incredible knack for creating characters who feel both larger than life and painfully real. What was it like working with her?” “Incredible,” you answer without hesitation. “Emerald is so collaborative and detail-oriented, but she also gives you the freedom to bring your own interpretation to the role. She’s this powerhouse of creativity, and you always feel like you’re in safe hands with her. She’s also hilarious—like, incredibly funny—so even on the more intense days, there was always this underlying sense of ease on set.”

Drew smiles at that, clearly invested. “And then there’s the cast. I mean, Rosamund Pike, Barry Keoghan, Jacob Elordi—they’re all such giving actors. What was it like working alongside them?” You exhale softly, recalling the dynamic energy of the cast. “It was surreal, honestly. Rosamund Pike is… well, she’s Rosamund Pike. She’s this commanding presence on set, but she’s also so warm and generous as a scene partner. Barry, on the other hand, is just a chameleon. He’s fearless in the way he approaches his craft, and watching him work was like taking a masterclass every day.”

“And Jacob?” Drew asks, his tone light but curious. “He’s been everywhere lately.” “Jacob’s amazing,” you reply with a smile. “He’s so grounded, which is kind of funny considering the larger-than-life characters he’s been playing lately. But on set, he’s just this really laid-back, thoughtful guy. We had a lot of fun with our scenes together—he brings this kind of effortless charisma that makes everything feel natural.”

Drew leans back in his chair, letting out a low whistle. “That’s a stacked team. No pressure at all, right?” You laugh, shaking your head. “Oh, no pressure whatsoever. Just casually working with some of the most talented people in the industry.” “Well, you pulled it off,” Drew says sincerely. “Venetia felt so fully realised—like, even in her silences, there was so much going on beneath the surface. It was fascinating to watch.”

“Thank you,” you murmur, his compliment catching you off guard. There’s an earnestness in his voice that makes your heart skip a beat. “So,” you say, shifting into the next topic, “you’ve played a lot of interesting characters—Rafe Cameron, of course, but also roles like Zach in The Other Zoey and the projects you’ve got coming up. Do you feel like people expect you to stick to certain kinds of roles because of how iconic Rafe has become?”

Drew’s smile fades just a little, his expression turning thoughtful. He seems to appreciate the question, his blue eyes searching yours for a moment before he answers. “Yeah, there’s definitely that expectation sometimes,” he admits. “Rafe is such a big character, and I think when people see you in one role, they assume that’s all you can do. But as actors, we want to stretch ourselves, you know? Surprise people.”

He pauses, his gaze never leaving yours. “It’s kind of like you, actually,” he adds softly. “You’ve done dramas, you’ve done comedies… you’ve proven that you’re not just one thing. I think that’s what makes people really root for you—you're versatile. You don’t let them put you in a box.” The sincerity in his tone catches you off guard, and you can feel heat rise to your cheeks again. You shift slightly in your seat, trying not to let his words completely throw you off balance.

“That’s… really nice of you to say,” you murmur, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I think that’s the beauty of what we do, right? Showing people different sides of ourselves, through the characters we play.” Drew nods, his eyes softening. “Exactly. You just said it better than I could.” You smile, letting the moment hang between you for just a beat longer than it probably should.

You adjust in your seat, leaning forward slightly as you shift the focus of the interview. “Alright, let’s talk about Queer. You play Eugene, and from everything I’ve heard, it’s such an emotionally rich and complex role. What drew you to it, Drew?" You smile as he laughs. “Honestly, it was the script. You know with it being based on William S. Burroughs’ novel, and the way it explored themes of longing, identity, and self-destruction… it was just so raw. Eugene is such a fascinating character because he’s flawed, but you can’t help but empathise with him. It felt like a challenge I couldn’t pass up.”

You nod, smiling softly. “It sounds like it required you to really dig deep emotionally. Was it intimidating stepping into a story like that?” “Completely,” Drew admits with a laugh. “But it was also the kind of role that forces you to grow as an actor. I had to be vulnerable in a way I hadn’t been before, which was scary but also freeing. And having someone like Luca Guadagnino directing—it felt like a safety net, you know? He creates such a safe, collaborative environment.”

“Luca’s brilliant,” you agree, your voice filled with admiration. “And then there’s Daniel Craig. What was your experience working with him? I mean- I remember working with him on Glass Onion and being blow away by how meticulous he is." Drew grins, a flicker of boyish excitement crossing his face. “Oh, he’s incredible. Daniel is one of those actors who’s just so present in every scene. He has this intensity, but he’s also really generous as a scene partner. He listens, reacts—he makes you feel like what you’re doing really matters.”

You smile, nodding your head, "He's also got such a great sense of humour!" Drew laughs, nodding. “Exactly! Like, he can go from delivering this super heavy, emotional scene to cracking a joke that has the entire crew in stitches. It’s such a unique balance, and it keeps the energy on set really light, even during the intense moments.”

“Do you have a favourite memory with him from filming?” you ask, genuinely curious. “There’s this one scene we did that was really emotionally charged—like, full-on tears and everything,” Drew begins, his smile softening. “After we wrapped the take, I was still kind of in that headspace, and Daniel just clapped me on the shoulder and said, ‘Well, that was bloody exhausting, wasn’t it?’ It snapped me out of it, and we both just started laughing. It was one of those moments where you realise, ‘Okay, this is heavy, but it’s also what we love to do.’”

You laugh at the image of Daniel’s bluntness, shaking your head. “That’s so him. He has a way of grounding you, doesn’t he?” “Completely,” Drew agrees. “And honestly, having him on set made me feel like I had to step up my game. He’s such a pro, and you can’t help but want to match that level of commitment.”

You tilt your head, studying him for a moment. “It sounds like Queer really pushed you as an actor, in the best way.” “It did,” Drew says earnestly. “And, you know, hearing you talk about working with Daniel—what was it like for you? I mean, I imagine Glass Onion had a very different vibe, but I’m sure he brought that same energy.”

“Oh, absolutely,” you reply. “Daniel has this way of making everyone feel like they’re part of something special. And with Glass Onion, there was this playful energy because the story is so twisty and fun, but Daniel was always so focused and intentional with every scene.” Drew leans in slightly, clearly fascinated. “Did you ever have one of those moments with him where you just stopped and thought, ‘Wow, I’m working with James Bond’?”

You laugh, nodding. “More than once! It’s impossible not to. But then you get to know him, and he’s just… Daniel. Down-to-earth, funny, and incredibly kind. It makes you forget about the whole ‘James Bond’ thing—at least for a little while.” Drew grins. “That’s good to know. I feel like we’ve both been lucky to work with him, even if I’m still a little starstruck.”

“That’s what Daniel Craig does to you, ladies and gentlemen,” you teased, your laughter light as you pointed at the camera, winking playfully. Drew’s amused chuckle followed, a soft sound that matched the warmth in your tone. The atmosphere of the interview had shifted, the playful banter between the two of you creating an easy camaraderie as the conversation drew to a close.

“Well, I think we’ve discovered we have a lot in common after all,” Drew said, his smile widening as he turned toward you. His eyes glinted with a mix of amusement and genuine appreciation. “This has been a great pairing, truly.”

Your smile softened as you met his gaze, the connection between the two of you almost palpable. “I think so too,” you responded, your voice light and sincere, a soft chuckle escaping you as your gaze lingered on him. “Very great pairing,” you added, your words more than just agreement—there was an unspoken understanding, a mutual respect that hung in the air.

Drew’s smile widened slightly at your reply, the chemistry between the two of you becoming more evident as the final moments of the interview came into focus. Despite the cameras and the public personas, there was something undeniably real in the exchange, something that hinted at more than just a professional connection.

[bunnis-monsters]

I hope I'm not too late! For the 5K event (congratulations btw!!! You deserve all of them ^^), could my request be of a merman pod finding reader and deciding she needs to be their mate/breeding partner? I guess it'd be kind of a similar situation with the cow/bull hybrids?? I'm not sure how it'd go, but It can be as sfw or nsfw as you want (I deeply apologize if this exceeds 1k words. Of course you don't have to write this if you don't want to). Thank you in advance! ^^

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Warning: dubcon, breeding, virginity loss

It had been a normal day out on the water for you, swimming and splashing around in a small cove near your home.

Unfortunately(or maybe fortunately) for you, it was the spot where a pod of mermen spent their breeding season, relaxing and eating there before going out to try and find a suitable mate.

As you got ready to get out and go grab a snack from your cooler, you felt someone’s eyes on you…

When you turned to look, a head quickly dipped back under the water, and you felt your blood run cold when you spotted several dark shapes swimming in your direction.

Of course you immediately swam for the shore, afraid of it being a shark or some underwater predator. You were alone out there, and if you were eaten no one would ever even know.

Before you could stand to start wading through the now waist deep water, something grabbed your ankle, pulling you under.

You cursed yourself for not bringing your goggles, unable to open your eyes under the stinging, salty sea water.

You prepared for some kind of attack, hoping it wouldn’t be too painful… but nothing happened. Your body was gently lifted out of the water, and you felt something cool and smooth rubbing against your cheek… and your belly… and pretty much every part of your skin.

When you opened your eyes, you were surprised to see that you were surrounded by strange creatures, half human and half fish. They all were nuzzling their cheeks unto your flesh, some giving you soft licks as if inspecting you.

After thoroughly looking over you, they all began purring and trilling, some cooing as they set you on your feet. Getting a better look at them, you realized they were all handsome, and were all smiling as they surrounded you.

“A female in our cove? What luck!”

You were surprised when one of the creatures spoke, even more surprised when another responded with soft trills and clicks.

“Yes, she is quite warm… and so soft!”

The feeling of cool scales rubbing against your thigh made you yelp. One of their tails was curling around you, keeping you close and still.

“H-hey! What do you think you’re doing!?”

They all flinched when you raised your voice, their fins perking up. Some looked at you curiously, while some seemed a bit annoyed or afraid.

“Mmm? We’re preparing to breed with you. It’s not often a female is so close to our cove while it’s mating season.”

You nearly fainted, this was all too much. First you were having to accept the fact that mermen were real, which was hard enough by itself.

Now, these mermen that you just learned actually existed wanted to breed with you.

Another merman pressed against your back, letting out a soft coo as something sticky and hard slipped and rubbed between your thighs.

There was one in front of you as your thighs were fucked from behind. He examined your bathing suit, talking his head and pulling at the fabric curiously.

“Something to cover your mating slit? Perhaps human females are more cunning than I thought…”

He seemed to view the fabric as a separate layer of skin, his weighed fingers moving to trace over your clothed pussy.

The merman’s eyes went wide, and his finge red pressed against your clothed hole. “Warm… so warm…”

The feeling of his cool, webbed fingers moving over your warm pussy made you shiver and buck your hips uncontrollably. This made the merman purr in delight.

“Y-you can remove it… it’s clothing,” you said, panting softly. Honestly, it had been so long since you’ve really pleasured yourself, and you desperately wanted to get fucked stupid.

Your bathing suit was unceremoniously ripped off, and the pod gathered around you.

There were whines and hisses, each merman fighting over who got to breed you first.

It was finally settled that they would go from smallest to largest. A merman, a bit younger than the rest approached you shyly. He was excited, this would be his first time breeding!

He chirped at you, giving you puppy dog eyes as his cock bobbed up and down in need. It seemed this one couldn’t speak, possibly being new to human speech.

“Go on, just inhale her scent and your instincts will take over,” one of the merman said, encouraging the other as he placed a hand on your thigh.

His face buried itself in his neck, and as soon as he inhaled your scent his body stiffened and pressed against you.

The feeling of his cock struggling to find your hole, rubbing against you desperately made your heart throb. This merman was too cute!

You loved your hand down, the man letting out a nervous yet aroused trill when you helped to guide his cock to your entrance.

“There you go, baby… r-right there…”

He nuzzled his cheek against yours, the flesh slightly rough against your soft skin.

The second he sunk his cock into your cunt, he let out a groan, unable to stop his hips from rutting into you roughly.

You but your lip, trying not to make too much noise. The other merman moved in closer to watch, and they all seemed to communicate with the one mating with you.

“Warm? You said she’s warm there?”

“Oh… cum already, I want a turn!”

The first merman came, relaxing against you as your pussy was filled with his cum. The next was eager to get a feeling of your pussy, pushing the other out of the way before pushing in.

“Nngh… w-warm…” he gasped out, his body hands trembling as they grasped your plump hips.

None of them were used to fucking into something so soft and warm, mermaid were usually cold and rough… but god you were the complete opposite.

It was a breeding frenzy after that, each desperate to get their turn fucking that fat, warm pussy of yours. The sound of wet squelching and shameful moans and cries echoing through the cove.

After each had a turn, they returned you to the shore, leaving you with a freshly caught fish before they left to go hunt.

“We’ll be back by nightfall, mate!”

“Don’t enter the water until we’re home! We don’t want our scents attracting other competing males!”

They waved to you as they swam away… and you were looking forward the summer with your new pod of mates.

part 2? might make a little series based off this concept where you meet each merman and get to know them!

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