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Unless anyone can prove differently. Alex has never kissed or particularly interacted with a woman in any music video
#alex turner#milex#miles kane#arctic monkeys#why did matt play the lead in black treacle and SIAS#surely that's the lead singer's job
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the break up of the century - (l.norris, no 4)
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pairing: lando norris (no.4) x fem! singer! reader
summary: you and lando break up on horrible terms, can a new album and a special performance bring you back together? is that even what you two want?
7.6k + words, brief fade-to-black smut, fluff, mainly angst :)
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You werenât sure how it happened, one moment you were on stage, the next, you were crying in your dressing room, hating every single thing about your life. Funny how one moment leads into the next, right?Â
Y/n Y/l/n. Household name at the age of 19. Now, 23. Fans impatiently awaiting your next album, the album you hated, and now on a world tour that is sucking the life from your body.Â
Sounds like you have it all.Â
The money, the fame, the clothes, the boys, the voice. Itâs all youâve ever dreamed of. And now it means nothing, because you have it. And itâs nowhere near as good as you wanted it to be.
Youâd always been told of the horror stories of fame taking more than it gave, and you always brushed it off with a smile and a âthatâll never happen to meâ. Low and behold, youâve had 4 stalkers in 2 years, 3 lawsuits against you from old record companies that dropped you, 2 grammys, and 1 ridiculously public break-up with he-who-shall-not-be-named.Â
Having it all really means having too much to think about, and too much to deal with. You wouldâve preferred to just go to university like all your friends. Be young. Make mistakes. But those were luxuries you took for granted, and now youâre paying the price.Â
âY/n?â Sasha, your manager called from outside. âWe have the meet and greet.â
And then there was your fans. They were great, obviously, but they were also very hyper teenagers and young adults that paid a lot of money to see you, and it made you feel even worse about not being 100%. At least youâd cut ticket prices down by 50% in meetings, meaning they were much cheaper than any other artist at the moment. At least you could do that for your fans.Â
You nodded, sniffling as you wiped your eyes on the sleeve of your dress.Â
âDo you need your makeup touched up?â
âYes,â you answered, voice hoarse. âHow many more shows?âÂ
âThis was your 97th. You have 53 left.â
âFuck!â You groaned. âFuck this.â
âYou have the British Gran Prix tomorrow, you have to make an appearance, alright? Iâm sending Maria in to fix your makeup,â Sasha was trying to pity you, but she also had a job to do, which you understood.Â
âThanks Sash,â you sighed as Maria came in.Â
âHey babe,â she smiled softly, sympathy and pity shown in her eyes.Â
âHi,â you sniffled, wiping your last tear away.Â
âLetâs get you fixed up, yeah?â She started unpacking her bag with all your makeup as you nodded, turning to face her. âYouâre amazing. You were so pretty tonight.â
You somehow didnât scoff in her face. âThanks.â
âI know you donât believe me,â she sighed. âI canât even understand why. Youâre the most beautiful girl in the world.â
You hiccupped, the tears threatening to pour again as you thought about him.Â
âYouâre the most beautiful girl in the world.â
Stop thinking about him. You told yourself. Heâs in the past.
But he wasnât in the past, how could he be when he was always on your fucking feed with his new girlfriend. Allison and Lando, what a beautiful couple. More like a bunch of crap. They werenât real, everyone knew it was just pr, especially considering that she was promoting her new racing movie. You had no idea why they even tried to keep up the charade. They didnât even look good together.Â
Alas, they were together, and you werenât anymore.Â
And you were going to be reminded of it every single second of the next day.Â
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You pressed your entry card to the barrier and walked through as cameras flashed and you smiled one of your best fake smiles.
âY/n!â Oscar smiled, walking up and hugging you. You knew everyone, and you started to feel embarrassed about everything. This was his workplace, and you had to be here to do press and sing a song you didnât want to sing.
Bullshit.
âHey Osc,â you smiled, hugging him back.Â
âYou look so wonderful today,â he smiled, taking your hand instead. He led you to the McLaren paddock as you two chatted about tour and races. You asked about Miami, and Oscar answered. âIt was the best day of his life- his words!âÂ
âMeeting you was the best day of my life. Thatâll never change.â
Oh. I guess it changed.Â
âHow's the tour? It looks amazing!â He cheered as you two entered the paddock. Mechanics and engineers greeting and hugging you as you went through and lied about how âamazingâ the tour is.Â
âY/n!â Zak cheered. âMy favourite girl!â
He pulled you into a bone-crushing hug, and you hugged back. It felt good to be back, and to still have so many people still like you. âHi Zak.â
âI missed you so much! Please tell me that awful Allison girl is gone and you and Lan are back? Sheâs driving me crazy,â he scoffed.
âNo, Iâm just here to do some press with Ferrari,â you chuckled. âBut I couldnât pass up the opportunity to come see my favourite CEO.â
He sighed but nodded, knowing that Lando had the board cut you off the âinfluencer listâ when you two broke up. âWell, once you know that youâre my favourite.â
âYouâre my favourite too,â you smiled. âDonât tell anyone.â
âLips are sealed,â he smiled and moved on, going about his various duties. For a moment you looked around the paddock you had known so well and felt your heart ache a little. You loved Lando, you still loved Lando. You loved McLaren, and you loved the people here, yet you didnât get to see them anymore because of the stupid fucking tour. This tour was ruining your life. You didnât talk to family, or friends, you and Lando had broken up, you werenât eating or sleeping, you always felt sick, you were rarely allowed to speak during the day so you could âconserveâ your voice for shows.Â
But the worst part was that nobody noticed.Â
âHe's right yâknow,â Oscar smiled. âWe all miss you. Even Lando.â
âLando is with Allison. He has no reason to miss me.â
Oscar raised an eyebrow. âAll they do is fight.â
âSo? Thatâs what Lando and I did for weeks.â
âBut it was different. You two were in a bad situation, but you loved each other, so the fights meant something. Allison and Lan are just wrong for each other, theyâre fighting to fight.â
You groaned, sitting on the bench and resting your head in your hands. âWhen did you become a philosopher?â
Oscar laughed, and placed a hand on your back. âIâve always been this philosophical, you were just too busy to notice.âÂ
âShut up,â you chuckled, pushing him off.Â
âAll Iâm saying is that you should talk to him, thatâs all,â he shrugged, walking away from you and further into the paddock.Â
âY/n.â
Your head snapped up, so hard it hurt. There he was. Lando. For the first time in months. With Allison. And a dog.
Oh.Â
âHi,â you smiled, standing up. It was a puppy, a jack-russell terrier, the kind youâd always wanted. The kind like your childhood dog. Great, now they stole your dog breed. âNice to see you.â
âI didnât know you would be here,â he said bluntly. âWhat are you doing here?â
âPress for Ferrari. Oscar just⊠brought me in to say hi to everyone. So, hi. And now Iâll take my leave,â you smiled, then started to try and walk off. But Allison clearly had other plans, since she stuck out her hand for a âhandshakeâ that conveniently stopped you from walking off.Â
âAllison,â she smirked. âAnd this is Mila.â
You stared blankly at Lando for a moment. Seriously? Heâd taken the dog breed and what youâd agreed to be the name of your first child? Give me a break.Â
âY/n,â you shook her hand. âAnd I have to go, bye and good luck today.â
Thank god Ferrari was on the other side of the fucking track.Â
âY/n!â Charles cheered, hugging you close. Youâd been getting closer with Charles since your split with Lando and his split with his ex had happened within a week of each other. âHow are you?â
You took a deep breath. âIâm fine, tired.â
âI have been seeing the tour, it looks great!â he smiled, pulling back.Â
âThanks Charles, it was amazing to see you, but I better go. I have to-â
âSing the new song? Yes! I can't wait,â he cheered. You mustered up a small smile, and left him alone.Â
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Sasha came and found you in the bathroom an hour later. âY/n?â She was frantic, and stressed, so you just decided to give up and show yourself.Â
âYeah?â
âItâs time, come on,â she sighed. âI know this is hard-â
âHow could you know itâs fucking hard? My entire life is in shambles and Iâm supposed to be happy about it because Iâm a âsuperstarâ what the fuck does that even mean? My boyfriend broke up with me because of this tour, and I thought I was going to marry him. Isnât that insane? Isnât that fucking crazy? And the worst part is, that I canât even stop if I want to. Iâm not allowed to stop. Sasha, how could you ever understand how hard this is for me? Iâm 22. I should be in college, having fun. But instead Iâm about to sing a song I donât like or care about, in my ex-boyfriends workplace. Does that sound like fun to you, Sasha?âÂ
Her face was blank, stoic, unmoving. âLetâs go, you have soundcheck.â
You just followed her. Sasha was good at that, good at making you feel small, making you feel like a nuisance. The stage was big, bigger than most of your stadiums, but you didnât care. You just had to get through it.Â
âHave you eaten?â
âFeel sick,â you replied. âNo thanks.â
Sasha sighed. âYouâre going to faint one day.â
âLetâs hope I never wake up,â you replied dryly. Sasha scoffed and walked on, showing you the layout of the stage. You followed and asked questions, getting into âwork modeâ, and warming up your voice as you went along. A small crowd of the driverâs was gathering, even Lando was standing there, front row, just like he used to.Â
You wanted to punch him, in all honesty. How could someone do that? He had no fucking right to stand there and watch you sing. He should be with Allison.Â
âStart when youâre ready,â Sasha called and you nodded.Â
The music started, and you were off. When the music started, you became someone else. You were moving around, laughing with your band, smiling. It was nice. Even if you hated the tour, you felt free on stage. Even if the song was sad.Â
âChampagne problemsâ, youâd written it right after your break up with Lando, it was new, and it had just been released. It had become the top of the charts in 15 countries. It would be on your next album,Â
âWhat if it doesnât get easier like everybody says?â, and it was your most raw album. It was clearly all about your break up with Lando, there was no denying that.Â
The song ended and the entire track clapped. You stopped moving when you spotted Landoâs parents, and you realised very quickly that you had to get out of there.Â
You ran to the Ferrari hospitality, did some promos for your next album with them, and suddenly it was time to sing for real. The stands were full, the microphone was on, and the spotlight was on you.Â
âHi everyone,â you smiled, and the crowd erupted in cheering. âHow are we feeling today?â
You had worn a short red dress, for Ferrari, and it was sparkling in the late afternoon sunshine. Everyone could see how beautiful you looked. Your hair perfectly styled, your makeup flawless, your beautiful face.Â
Lando was entranced.Â
You started singing and you sounded like an angel, truely. Lando had always thought you sounded otherworldly. He knew it was about him. He knew heâd fucked up. He knew he missed you. He knew it was too late, and that was the worst part.Â
âThank you so much for coming out and listening to my dumb sad song,â you chuckled as the crowd cheered. âBut I have something else for you,â you were cut off by excited fans. I have something just a little bit happier, itâs called âLoverâ. Please enjoy!â
Lando watched you as you danced around the stage, and he felt something dark growing in his stomach. You werenât talking about him. It was someone new. You were seeing someone new.Â
You couldnât be seeing someone new, youâd been in a new city every few days. You couldnât make it work with him, you were never on your phone, so it couldnât be online. How did this happen?
You finished your song, and you left the stage. You fell into a chair and passed out. Maybe not eating was a bad idea? Probably.Â
âY/n,â Sasha shook you awake. âSomeoneâs here to see you.â
âI feel like shit-â
âWe all do. Letâs go.â
And you followed. Because you had to. What else were you supposed to do but follow? Was this your life now? Taking orders and following them.Â
âNow, you have to be nice to everyone, even Lando and Allison, alright?â she turned to you, stopping in front of the door.Â
âI really donât feel well,â you tried to protest. âCan I grab something to eat first?â
She rolled her eyes. âItâll be 15 minutes, youâll survive,â she sighed, opened the door, and pushed you into the room.
The drivers and their partners all cheered, happy to see you back in the paddock.Â
âY/n! I missed you so much!â Carmen immediately pulled you into a hug.
âI missed you too,â you smiled, even if it was forced. You needed to sit down, you needed a drink, and you needed to be alone.Â
âSome pretty amazing songs!â George cheered, patting you on the back.Â
âThanks George,â you smiled. Soon you were all sitting on the various couches and chatting, even if you didnât speak. Landoâs eyes were glued to his hands as Allisonâs eyes were glued to you. She was practically sitting on him, on the verge of straddling him if you looked in their direction again. She didnât know it, but you were looking at the door behind them, wondering when youâd be called. It had surpassed the 15 minute mark, and you felt yourself getting more and more faint as time went on.Â
âY/n?â Allison cut across Daniel chatting to you about your latest show in Manchester, remembering a story of the two of you when you were there, and telling it to the group. âHowâs the tour going?â
You cleared your throat. âWell, thanks,â you smiled shyly.Â
âSo the rumours that you havenât been performing to your full capabilities aren't true? Like Iâve heard youâve been lip syncing,â she smirked as the rest of the drivers and wags just looked at her with disgust. Oscar rolled his eyes. Heâd been sick of her for weeks, and he was usually quite good with people he didnât like, but he hated her. So did Lily.Â
You gulped. âI donât lip sync, but obviously 97 shows in 113 days is quite a lot for my voice, so I donât always sing my super vocally- challenging songs every night or else Iâd have to go on vocal rest all the time,â you explained, feeling the change in energy in the room.Â
âAnd that would just be horrible, right guys?â She turned to Lando with a smirk on her face, but he was just looking down, embarrassed by her. âIâm a huge fan of your music, how much of it is about Lando?-â
âWhat the fuck?â George stood up with Carmen by his side. âAllison, what is your problem with her?â
âItâs just a question!â Allison defended as Lando got up and left. She looked a lot less imposing with Lando gone. âHeâs my boyfriend now!â
âYeah, we wish he wasnât,â Lewis said under his breath.
âGuys, itâs fine,â you just wanted to leave. âSome of my songs are, because I like to put my feelings into music, right? But not all of them, because my life doesnât revolve around Lando, it never did. I am more than my relationships, and youâd do good to remember that for yourself. Donât let love become who you are, it doesnât end well.â
With that, you got up and left. You didnât care anymore. You didnât care if Sasha screamed at you, you didnât care if they all came running after you.Â
It was done. You and Lando were over. Was it your choice? No. Was it a choice you had to deal with? Yes. His choice. Yet, everyone had looked to you for answers. âWhat happened?â âWas it going downhill?â or your personal favourite; âDid he get bored?â.
You didnât know. All you knew was that one moment, you were with him, and the next you werenât.Â
You ran to your dressing room and lay down, eating some random snacks you found. You felt better after eating, you felt-
Knock knock.Â
âCome in!â You called, not caring much about who it was.
âHi,â Landoâs voice was small and quiet.Â
You sat up, staring at him.Â
âBeautiful songs,â he smiled softly. âMissed hearing you sing.â
You nodded. âGood luck today.â
âThanks,â he sighed. âI'm sorry about Allison, sheâs the fucking worst.âÂ
You chuckled softly. âIâm sorry youâre dating her.â
He cracked a soft smile, then it fell. âWhoâs the new lucky guy for you?â He watched as your face fell.Â
âNo⊠no new guy, just an old one I wrote back at the start of⊠usâŠâ you trailed off.Â
His heart was shattering, watching you be treated like this. Watching from afar as you lost your mind, lost your life, over a fucking tour. He saw the soulless look in your eyes, the dropped weight, the dampened smiles, all of it. He was shocked that other people couldnât see it too. Heâd regretted breaking up with you since the moment he did it. He was haunted by the way you begged him to stay, and he questioned how heâd ever said no to you. How was he so blind-sighted? How did he not see how much pressure you were under? How did he not see that he was what was keeping you above ground?Â
âOh,â he breathed out.Â
You took a deep breath. âIâm releasing an album soon, and a lot of the songs are about our relationship,â you explained hesitantly. âI wanted to offer you a chance to listen to it before it goes out, just as a⊠heads-up? In case youâre worried about whatâs on it.â
God, punching him square in the face would hurt less than watching you feel awkward around him. He cleared his throat. âOh ummâŠyeah. Iâd like that. Thank you.â
You nodded and got up, taking a cd out of your backpack. âHere you go. Sorry again, about⊠everything.âÂ
âIâm sorry too,â he nodded. âSo, are you leaving now orâŠ?â
âNo, Iâm holding the chequered flag today, so Iâll be up at race control,â you explained, trying to look anywhere other than him. âAnd Iâm handing off the 1st place trophy.â
âMaybe Iâll be first to see you,â he chuckled.Â
âMaybe,â you shrugged.Â
âThe tour looks⊠awful. Iâm sorry I didnât believe you,â he spoke after a minuteâs silence.Â
You just shrugged. âNot your fault,â you lied.Â
He knew this was when he was meant to leave, but he wasnât sure when you two would be in the same room again. He didnât know when heâd see you again, so he took a moment to fully take you in. âYou were really incredible today. You sounded like an-â
âAngel? Thanks Lando, see you soon,â you nodded, finishing the compliment you always used to get from him. He nodded and left, realising he had no more time.Â
When the door closed you let out a breath you didnât know you were holding. How could he do that? How could he stand there and be nice to you, after what he said that night? After what he fucking put you through?
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Weeks of complaining from him, blaming you for his performance in races, telling you that you needed to be there for him, not calling you back, not texting back, not listening when you told him about how awful everything was going.Â
âIâm sorry Lan, I know how hard this is. Itâs hard for me too-â
âHow the fuck can you say that? Youâre the one who choose to do this, you fucking decided to tear us apart! This is all your fault, and youâre telling me itâs âhardâ for you. What is hard for you? Spending all your time with adoring fans? Being on stage and living your dreams? Being away from me?â
âLan, you know better than anyone that I didnât want this tour to happen,â you cried. Even then, even 48 shows in, you were being driven crazy. You were exhausted, you missed home, and you missed Lando. âI had no choice-â
âYou had every fucking choice! And donât give me that fucking bullshit about your label forcing you, we both know thatâs a fucking lie!â he shouted. You hated it when he shouted, when anyone shouted. He had no fucking right to speak to you like that. You didnât want this to happen, you had no say, you just had a contract and an incompetent lawyer to thank.
âI donât know what you want me to say to that,â you shrugged, your voice breaking. âI love you, and I miss you. We can make this work Lan, I just need time to figure it out, alright? I just need time-â
âYeah? Well Iâve given you all the time I have to give. Weâre done, I bet I could find a million girls just like you, girls who would actually take my feelings into account before she made huge life decisions!â he scoffed.
âLando, please donât do this. I-I donât know what- I- Lan please, I need you,â you pleaded. âIâm trying my best I swear-â
âYour best isnât good enough.â
And he hung up.
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The fallout of your relationship didnât exactly go great either. A day later your feed was flooded with pictures of Lando out with someone else. One day later.Â
What the fuck? Didnât he care? Didnât he love you?
Well, apparently not.Â
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Lando knew he wouldnât see you again for months. This was his only fucking chance to speak to you, to see you, and instead, he stayed in his driverâs room listening to the heart-wrentching songs youâd written about him. God, if he thought âchampagne problemsâ was devastating, âcowboy like meâ was worse. It was a long album, almost 2 hours long. It spanned your entire relationship, starting out, your first date, your grammy win, his podiums, the hate you two got, the start of the fighting, the end of the relationship, and the after. It was awful reliving it from your perspective, especially since you had tried to tell him, and every time heâd pick a fight.Â
âLando?â Oscarâs voice came from outside his door. âAllisonâs looking for you.â
âTell her to piss off!â
âYou can do that, mate,â he scoffed and walked off, into his own driverâs room.Â
âLan?â Her voice rang out, and he wanted to scream. He had put himself in this position, he knew it, but it was still difficult to fully self-actualise his own shortcomings.Â
âWhat?â he groaned, opening the door.Â
âThe other girls are excluding me,â she pouted.Â
âI wonder why,â Lando rolled his eyes. âThey love Y/n.â
Her face fell into a frown. âBut you love me, so they should love me. They keep going off to find her and talk to her, and any time I try to tell them that Iâm uncomfortable around her, they tell me not to come.â
âI donât know what you want me to do,â he sighed.Â
âTalk to their boyfriends, ask them to include me!â
âBabe, I have a fucking race today, please leave me alone,â he sighed. He pushed past her to walk to the paddock, knowing he just had to keep his head down and race today, he just had to do the one thing he was good at.Â
âWell, what am I supposed to do for the rest of the day?âÂ
âI donât know,â he grunted, and moved on. The garage was somehow too loud yet not loud enough to drown out the negative thoughts in his head. Recent months had been difficult. Races were taking more and more out of him, he was lonely, and if he wasnât training or racing, he was looking at old photos of you or watching the tour. He could see how you deflated as you left the stage, how upset you looked going on stage. It was all a terrible reminder of how selfish heâd been. How hadnât he seen it? Why didnât he listen?Â
He remembered telling Max what had happened. Heâd gotten so angry, begging him to call you back and apologise. Heâd been so blindsighted, he wouldnât listen to Max. Why was Max always right?
âYou good?â Oscar asked, a hand on his shoulder to drag him out of his thousand-yard stare.Â
Lando sighed. âGood,â he lied, and it wasnât convincing. Everyone knew what you were to him. You grounded him, you knew him, every single part of him. You loved him. âYou?â
âGood. Y/nâs set was great earlier,â he offered a small smile. âAt least you have a good break-up album, right?â
Lando cracked a small smile. Oscar was good at that, making him laugh when he was down. âYeah, it feels great when itâs about you.â
Oscar chuckled. âStory for the grandkids,â he shrugged. âDonât sweat it.â
Lando nodded.Â
âOh yeah,â Oscar added. âWhen you left, Allison asked Y/n what songs were about you, so just⊠expect that conversation with her, I guess? Iâm not entirely sure whatâll happen-â
âWhat did Y/n say?â
Oscar swallowed. âSomething like; âsome of my songs are, âcause I like to put my emotions into music. But not all of them, because my life doesnât revolve around Lando, it never did. I am more than my relationships, and youâd do good to remember that for yourselfâ.â
Lando nodded, and could tell by the look on Oscarâs face that he was holding something back. âThatâs it?â
ââDonât let love become who you are, it doesnât end wellâ,â Oscar finished. âThen she left.â
Lando nodded as the weight on his chest got heavier. âThanks for letting me know.â
âOf course,â Oscar offered a pity-smile and walked off to his side of the garage.Â
Lando was always a person to be stuck inside his own head. He wasnât good at expressing his feelings. He didnât know how to talk about them. Yet, you always knew how to get him to talk. You always had the right solution, the right thing to say, the right face to make. He was in awe of you, so effortlessly perfect.Â
He remembered back to Greece, back in the off-season, before the tour, before the season started. Before he fucked everything up.Â
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You smiled as he pulled you closer. The air was anything but cold, and the water was still. There you two sat, sitting on the bow of the as the sun set. The clear water beneath the yacht youâd been on for the past few days was calm and steady, lulling you both into an unmistakable tiredness. Yte, Lando wanted to stay up, wanting to soak up as much time with you as he could. He was going to miss you so much this season. You hadnât ever been to every race in a season, you were a busy person, he understood that. He was a busy person too. But youâd go to as many races as possible. Now, âas many races as possibleâ means about 4. Stupid tour.Â
âWhat are you thinking about?â you asked, your eyes closed as you soaked in the moment. You leant against his chest as you lay in his arms, your favourite place to be.Â
âHow much Iâll miss you this year,â he admitted. There was never any point in lying to you, you always knew.Â
You pressed a kiss to his arm. âIâll miss you too.â
You were straight forward with things, he loved that. It was a bad situation. You were off to a tour you didnât want to do, and he was off to another season.Â
âI love you,â he confessed. He said it a lot, but it always felt special. He made you feel special. You made him feel special.
âI love you,â you opened your eyes, a smile on your lips. You spoke again after a few moments of silence. âYouâre going to win a race this season, I can tell.â
He chuckled. âOnce I get back home to you, I donât care if I win.â
You laughed. âSure, we all believe you.â
He smiled. âYouâre the best thing thatâs ever happened to me.â
You looked at him for a moment, that perfect, soft smile on your face. âDitto,â you laughed as he did too. Your laugh was melodic, his favourite sound.Â
âWho says âdittoâ to that?!â he laughed.
âI do,â you chuckled.Â
You two locked eyes for a moment, then he leant down and pressed his lips to yours, soft and sweet.Â
The perfect night.Â
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He caught a glance of your red dress walking into the garage.Â
âY/n!â The engineers cheered. He heard your laughter.Â
The room was a collection of cheers and conversation, and he wanted more than anything to be able to walk over to you and hold you, and kiss you, and tell everyone to leave you alone because you were his girlfriend, not theirs.Â
You walked in with a smile on your face. That smile dropped in half a second. Everyone was talking, everyone was patting you on the back, everyone was looking at you. You caught a glance of Lando and immediately felt the pit in your stomach grow. Everyone knew everything, everyone looked at you. Everyone blamed you. Oscar wrapped his arm around you and walked you through the garage as he saw you getting overwhelmed. Heâd learnt the signs from his little sisters. Blown out pupils, teary eyes, tight features, heavy breathing. Oscar had always been a great friend to you, heâd always cared for you. He brought you through, doing most of the talking if anyone stopped you two and let you in his driverâs room, promising to grab you when you could leave without being bombarded by crew, or the press.Â
Lando followed behind after a few minutes, then knocked on the door. He knew how to calm you down, he was probably the only person who did.Â
Oscar opened the door looking panicked. âSheâs having a panic attack,â he whispered.Â
Lando nodded and walked in, taking your hand in his as you hid your face in your other hand. He knelt beside you on the floor as you sat on the bed. âItâs me baby, Iâm right here. Come on, squeeze my hand,â he said, voice steady. You didnât. âYou need to start breathing properly, squeeze my hand like Iâm squeezing yours,â He put some light pressure on your hand, which jump-started you into squeezing his hand as hard as you could. It wasnât fair. This wasnât fair. You hated how well he knew you. You wanted him to not know you, to not understand you and your body better than you did. âJust like that,â he cooed. He pressed your hand to his chest, where you could feel his steady and calm breathing, feel his regular heartbeat. It was in stark contrast to you. The thump of your own heartbeat in your ears, the quick breathing, the erratic heart. âBreathe with me. Please baby,â his voice was soft and comforting. You tried, gently slowing your breathing down to normal. The adrenaline was still rushing through your body as you calmed down. Oscar offered you a water bottle and you let go of Landoâs hand to take it.Â
âI shouldnât have come here, Iâm sorry,â you said, sounding smaller than ever. âZak said he wanted to see me after my set. I shouldâve just said no.â
âYouâre always welcome here,â Oscar placed a hand on your shoulder. âSeriously.â
âWe want you here,â Lando added. The air was sucked from the room. âI want you here.â
âYou donât,â you refuted. âI shouldnât be here.â
Lando sighed. âLet me walk you back to Ferrari, please?â
You shook your head, finally looking up and making eye contact with him. âYou and I both know how thatâll go.â
Lando nodded, his heart breaking for the thousandth time. Itâs hard to find an end to something you never want to let go of. âOk,â he whispered, his emotions getting the better of him.Â
âGoodbye Lando,â you sighed, then took Oscarâs arm and let him lead you back to Ferrari.Â
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âIâm sorry about Lando,â Oscar sighed as you two walked up to the entrance to Ferrari. âAbout the break up, now, and basically everything in between. Heâs been⊠difficult recently. Heâs always been a âglass half emptyâ kind of guy I guess⊠I just⊠you made him better, yâknow?â
You chuckled sadly. âThank you for apologising, but you donât have to. Lando is an adult, so am I. Things just⊠end sometimes. Him and I just arenât meant to be.â
Oscar cocked an eyebrow. âI think we both know thatâs not true.â
You didnât know how to respond. Oscar had never been this straightforward with you, and he sure as hell had never broached this topic before. You just nodded and took his hand. âThanks for helping me.â
And then you walked back to Ferrari.Â
Oscar did get one thing right, Lando wasnât done with you. Maybe it was seeing you again, maybe it was the album, maybe it was Allison, maybe it was all of it, he didnât know. But what he did know was that he was still in love with you. Heâd never stopped. How could he? He missed everything about you, your lips, your smile, your kindness, the way youâd make him laugh, the way youâd make him smile. Everything. He missed listening to you sing, seeing you on a stage that you wanted to be on. Seeing you get to be you.Â
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The Silverstone after-party with Charles who dragged you along. Youâd thought it would be a bad idea, but when you were already 8 shots deep, you didnât really notice. Yuki had pulled you away to sing a karaoke duet with him as Pierre and Charles laughed at you both, and you somehow ended up outside on the balcony with Carlos, both of you laughing at something random.Â
âY/n!â Lando cheered, clearly as drunk as you. A part of you had forgotten about everything before this moment, like you were seeing him for the first time. Perfect, with his curls, unbuttoned shirt, and damn pretty smile. âI didnât know you were here!âÂ
âLan!â you cheered, pulling him in for a hug. Carlos gave you both a very confused look, but was called away by Charles for a game of beer pong. Surprisingly, these âfancyâ parties usually just turned into something out of a frat house in Florida. Maybe it was just Loganâs presence. âHow are you?â You slurred.Â
âI feel great!â he shouted. âWe should go for a walk!âÂ
âYes!â you agreed.Â
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And thatâs how you ended up back in his hotel room making out with him on his bed as he pulled your dress off. Funny how things can happen when youâre actually 18 shots deep, not 8. Oops?
âSo pretty,â he murmured into your neck as he settled you on his lap. âSo pretty for me.â
You laughed into his mouth, pulling back. âLan, speed up.â
He smirked at you, his eyes heavy, then pressed his lips to yours again. He fully pulled your dress off of you as you started making quick work of his belt and trousers.Â
âFuck me,â you whispered in his ear and he let out a low moan. âPlease Lan.â
He didnât waste time.Â
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You woke up the next morning with a blinding headache, and a very naked Lando Norris beside you. You had to leave. Youâd just fucked him, and he had a girlfriend. You were a homewrecker. You didnât know if the sudden urge to vomit came up because of that, or the 18 shots of straight vodka you did the night before.Â
You quickly grabbed your clothes, shoes, one of his hoodies, and tried to salvage whatever dignity you had left, then made a swift exit. It was still dark out and you were just praying that you could get through the 2 blocks you had to walk to your hotel without running into someone, or running into cameras. You quickly dialled Sashaâs number and tried to stop yourself from crying. You just pray you two used protection, or fell asleep before doing anything real.
âMorning?â she answered groggily.Â
âSasha I did something really fucking stupid,â you admitted, the tears welling up in your eyes as you walked into the lobby of your hotel. âAnd I donât know what to do.â
âCome to my room, weâll sort it out,â she sighed. âYouâll be ok kiddo, I promise.â
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You knocked on her hotel room door, tears in your eyes.Â
âItâs 5 am,â she stated, opening the door.Â
You rushed in, bursting into tears. âI think I fucked Lando, I mean- I-I think we fucked, last night- we were so drunk a-and then I donât re-remember,â you hiccuped. âIâm so fucking stupid!â
She put a hand on your shoulder, sighing. âThat was a very stupid thing to do,â she nodded. âBut itâs not the end of the world. Did you use protection?â
âI donât know.â
âIâll go get Plan B, you stay here. Get changed into some pyjamas. Get some water, relax. Just donât leave the hotel, yeah?â
âAlright,â you agreed. She left for the door. âSash?â
âYeah?â
âThank you,â you said in a small voice. She offered you a pitying smile, and went on her way.Â
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Months passed and you both went on with your lives. He didnât reach out, you didnât either. Sadly, you were in fact a homewrecker. A week after âthe incidentâ Allison and Lando broke up. You truthfully felt so ashamed and awful for the girl. It wasnât right what you two had done, and truly, you were insanely drunk. In no world would you fuck Lando Norris sober.Â
The tour had finally ended, and your world was no longer turned upside down. You were working on new music, healing your body after all the travel and abuse you put it through, and continuing to try and get over Lando.Â
It hurt like a bitch. He hurt like a bitch.Â
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Lando two-wins. Contender in the Championship. Supposedly dating someone. Last Lap Lando.
Lonely Lando, more like. Max Fewtrell had decided to stage an intervention and join him for the rest of the races, worried about his mental state. Since seeing you again, heâd been⊠less than alright. Heâd talk about you all the time, stalk your instagram (to the point that Max took his phone off of him in Greece), and generally just think about you a lot. It was coming up to the album drop, and you were having your launch party in Italy. The same weekend as the race. All because Charles wanted to come.Â
Shit was bound to go down, and no one was more excited than Hallie.Â
You were dressed to the nines, nervous and excited. Youâd fired half of your team, youâd dropped your old label, and youâd become⊠happier? That couldnât be right, not when you felt the oppressive weight of your own regret on your chest everyday. Not when you woke up reaching for Lando. Not when you watched every single race and couldnât look away until he was safely across that damn finish line.Â
You were surviving. Thatâs the best you could do.Â
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âYou look beautiful,â Charles smiled as he walked into the party. The night had gone off without a hitch so far. A select group of fans, influencers, celebrities, and almost all the drivers were mingling with one another, and not one sighting of Lando Norris. Not that you didnât miss his face, or him in general. You did. More than youâd ever thought possible to miss someone. Â
âThanks Charles,â you smiled, pulling him into a hug. âYou look great too.â
He smiled and beside him, Alexandria smiled at you, then pulled you into a hug. You continued the superficial chatting for a few moments, just hoping Charles wouldnât ask the dreaded question.Â
He looked at you for a second too long, and you knew it was coming. âAre you alright?â God, why did he have to ask stupid fucking questions? Obviously you werenât alright. Obviously, if you could, you would run away. Obviously, you were drowning.Â
Didnât he see that? Didnât anyone notice? Didnât anyone care?
Apparently not.Â
You nodded, putting on your best fake smile. âJust nervous.â
He nodded. It was enough to fool him.Â
The night went on in a flurry of uncomfortable small talk, ridiculous requests from your most esteemed guests, and it was finally time to start listening to the album. You stood on stage, a nervous smile on your face as everyone looked at David, your producer, who was speaking in length about how proud of the record he was, and how proud he was of you. Everything was perfect. Everything was right in the world.Â
But, of course, because he had to always be the centre of your universe, Lando walked in.Â
And you were fucked. Every single breathing technique youâd learnt, every single pressure point tapping youâd done, it all left your head. Everything stopped. You stopped breathing. You stopped.Â
But it didnât feel wrong. It didnât feel bad to have him there. It felt awfully, and soul-crushingly, right. Lando was always meant to be there, a devastating realisation that you didnât exactly want to make while on stage in front of 200 people.Â
âAny words, Y/n?â David asked, passing you the mic.Â
You looked at Lando and he smiled, waving at you. You smiled back.Â
âPlease enjoy this album, itâs from a very important time of my life where I finally learnt what it meant to be in love, and be loved wholly in return. Obviously, it didnât end very well, and thatâs when I learnt what grieving someone was. I still have a lot of love for him, probably more than I should. But I have it. And I had nowhere to put it, so I put it to music, which is really the only thing I think Iâll ever truly understand. I hope you enjoy it, and I hope you understand it,â You explained to the crowd. You watched Lando the entire time, looking at how his eyes lit up when you talked about your relationship. Lando had always cared about you. He always would.Â
The opening cords of the first song started playing, and the attention was off of you. The crowd just closed their eyes and listened. You exited the stage and joined the crowd, desperately trying to get out of there. You stood on the balcony as the music blasted inside. People danced along, sang along as they started learning the words, and you stayed outside, tears falling.Â
âYouâre beautiful,â Landoâs whisper made you jump. You turned to see him, standing there behind you. âThe albumâs beautiful.â
You scoffed. âThe albumâs an album. What was beautiful was us,â you sighed. âThank you for coming.â
He nodded, leaning against the barrier beside you. âDo you even wish our lives werenât as complicated as they are?â
You chuckled. âMore than anything.â
âWe were beautiful,â he shook his head, trying to remember why he ever ruined the best thing in his life. âIf you ever find yourself wanting to love me again, just⊠call me?â
You nodded, looking at him. âI will.â
He nodded, putting his hand on your shoulder and letting it sit there for a split-second, just to remind him of what it was like to touch you. Just to remind himself that once, he didnât have to wonder if you loved him, to remind him of the unwavering support you gave him, to remind him of how his whole world came crashing down when he made you leave it. âI love you,â he whispered before walking to the door.Â
His phone started ringing in his pocket as he got back inside. Unknown number. He answered it.Â
âI think I want to love you again,â he could hear your smile through the phone and he immediately whipped around, his smile growing as he got closer to you. When he stood in front of you again, you both took the phones down and smiled at each other.
Lando didnât waste time. He closed the gap between you two in one simple stride, wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed his lips to yours. âI love you so much,â he pulled back. âIâm never letting you go again.â
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user28: WHAT THE FUCK THEY BROKE UP MONTHS AGO THO????-> user92: they were seen kissing at her launch party
y/ny/l/n: who's that pretty girl? -> oscarpiastri: she's too good for him -> landonorris: >:( -> oscarpiastri: hurt her again and I push you off the track. ->carlossainz: I second this -> charleslecerc: I third this -> alexalbon: I fourth this -> georgerussell: I fifth this.
georgerussell: Trying to beat me with no shirt?
lewishamilton: Yay! (I begged her not to take you back you asshole). -> pierregasly: Yay! (I'm trying to be supportive of her).
lilymhe: fuck off. ->user83: LMAO -> user18: DAMN EVERYONE HATES HIM
danielriccardo: HAHAHAHAHAH (I'm crying.)
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Steve who finishes hair school in Indianapolis then moves to LA because he wants to do hair for movies.
He canât find a job on a film set right away so in an attempt to get closer to the industry he starts booking at home hair drying & styling through an app.
When he starts its mostly older rich ladies who book him before dinners with their husbands business partners or soirées with their girlfriends. It reminds him a bit too much of his own mother but he pushes that aside in hopes that one day he gives the right rich lady an at home blow out.
That day comes but it isnât a rich lady. Instead cut to Chrissy manager of newly famous up and coming band corroded coffin, desperate and scrambling. It was the day the band was meant to be shooting their music video for their latest single but the hair stylist they booked called in sick that morning. Out of desperation Chrissy gets on the app and hires Steve. He has 4 stars and over 20 positive reviews and she is running out of options.
Steve sees the name chrissy and sees its for a music video and assumes he is going to be doing some fun bouncy youthful hair for an up and coming pop star. Imagine his shock when heavily pierced and tattooed lead singer of corroded coffin Eddie Munson sits down in his chair with his curly birds nest of hair. Steve does his job though, detangling and defining Eddieâs curls. Steve is even more shocked though, when it turns out Eddie is actually super sweet andâŠkind of charming? He might even be flirting?
Steve is unsure through the whole day and all of the touch ups he does. There is plausible deniability to all the light touches and brushing against one another that happens. Until the end of the day when Eddie comes to him looking frustrated. Instantly Steveâs stomach drops, he seemed happy with the style all day! If he didnât like it why film a whole music video with it?
âSteve.â Eddie stops in front of him. âLook, Iâm just gonna be blunt.â
Steveâs eyes go wide and he clears his throat, âuh, yeah sure go for it.â
âAm I an idiot who has been flirting with a straight guy all day?â Eddie asked.
All the air left Steveâs lungs, he couldnât help the small wheeze that escaped him. âNo you havenât I- god Eddie.â Steve started giggling with relief, he even felt a little dizzy with it. âIâve been trying to keep it together all day, thinking I was delusional and you were just really nice.â
âOh,â it was Eddieâs turn to widen his eyes. Then a huge smile broke out in his face. âNo delusions there, I was definitely flirting with you all day.â He paused taking one of his curls between his hands and separating it causing it to frizz. âAnd uh, would love to keep flirting with you over dinner tonightâŠif youâre interested?â
Steve smiled reaching forward taking the curl from Eddie. He began smoothing it back together and smiled warmly. âIâd love to.â
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the etiquettes of a true bodyguard â j.ww drabble.
â in which wonwoo proves the theory of humans tending to crave what they can't have and he realises that he definitely wants you.
( or you wonder if this was all your karma catching up to you when you become the bodyguard for the renowned notorious rockstar. )
pairing : rockstar!wonwoo x bodyguard!reader, one-sided enemies to ?? genre : angsty, fluffy. warnings : mentions of attacks, injuries, knives, stalkers, treating of wounds, blood. wonwoo is sort of rude. notproofread.
a/n at the end ( it got too long ) pls read and also lmk what u think of this : )
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Donât believe in rumours regarding your clients. (The truth is far more better albeit thereâll always be exceptions. )
You'd mastered the art of nonchalance.Â
If such a thing did even exist but in other words you were very in control of your emotions, usually being able to maintain a calm facade even if there was chaos around you.Â
You suppose it was due to your occupation, after all being an agent did require a lot of keeping your emotions in check.
Even when you weren't doing your job and doing something else, it wasn't as if there was some sort of on and off button where you could switch up your personality and let loose. It just wasn't habituated to you.Â
Being a bodyguard however was different. A favour is what it was. You owed a favour to someone and that someone made you repay the favour by being a bodyguard for someone else they knew.Â
You couldn't argue about it because at the end of it still meant you were repaying back what you owed.Â
It was like a glorified version of a babysitter. Following someone around, making sure they don't mess up or get messed up. That's the whole jist of it.Â
Or at least it was what you thought initially.Â
But you forgot it wasn't children or teens. Rather grown ass adults. Almost your age type adults.Â
Said adults being rockstars part of a rock band that was composed of four of them.
Apparently, in this industry it was common for these celebrities to have personal bodyguards because of the threats they'd face such as fans who get a little crazy, jealous people who tend to push the limits to the max with death threats, paparazzi who have no idea what a personal space is and the list goes on and on.Â
You never had been a bodyguard before so when you discovered all the reasons a âmereâ singer would need one, you were shocked to say the least.Â
Yet, a favour is a favour and you would keep to your word and do your best, so that's what you did. Being the best bodyguard was the goal.Â
It was your first time doing such a task? Mission? You couldnât quite understand where this role would fall into because unlike the past where these roles were just disguises, this was actually the real deal.Â
And just as you did in the past, you did a background check on your target, no wait clients.
SVT. A short form of seventeen. The year they had formed the band. SVT is composed of four members. They were a rock band that rose to fame over the years, gaining a loyal fanbase due to their unique music style and concepts.
Choi Seunghcheol, the lead guitarist. Also the leader of the band. He was younger than you but he was the oldest amongst the four. He was someone the public adored, his personality was contrary to what usual rockstars were stereotyped as, quite the gentleman.
Kim Mingyu, the drummer of the band. He was coined with a golden retriever like personality, outshining in a room full of people just by his mere presence. Tall, buff and once again quite contrary to the stereotypes. He was the charmer of the group you suppose.
You were wondering if they were actually a rock band at that point, but then came the other two.Â
Hansol Vernon Chwe, keyboard player, clung onto the typical stereotypes like it was his coat. Rebellious and confidence was his whole get-go. He was true to his role, on and off-stage.
All of them were in fact, completely different on stage based on your research.
And how could you forget Jeon Wonwoo?Â
Saving the best for last you suppose. Jeon Wonwoo, the vocalist. It was as if there was more than enough information to know exactly what he was like. Reckless, rebellious, passionate, charmer. There were numerous rumours surrounding him, in fact they all did, but it seemed he was the publicâs favourite. From being a frequent party-goer, to the typical supposed playboy, it seemed that he was always a topic.Â
They all did have their fair share of rumours, you had to dig into all the dirt, even the worse one because after all you wanted to be ready for what would come.Â
You should have known with the glint in his eyes and the smirk on his face the first time you saw him when you were introduced to SVT, that he was not going to make your goal easier.
Gradually, you got introduced to the rest of them and learnt they were alright, as a matter of truth,you got along with Seungcheol a lot in the way you were both pretty much the oldest, where you were older by two years to him, so it was almost as if he looked up to you for a lot of advice.Â
Mingyu was wellâŠMingyu. He had that energy in him that seemed to outshine any room he walked in and he was actually quite a sweetheart too. Always listened and took into consideration.
Vernon was basically almost like a kid to you. He'd say the most out of place shit that would always catch you off guard and had you contemplating why exactly you were there. It was actually quite a contrast to what you had searched about him. A good contrast, you concluded.
However, you were fine with all of them. The problem begins with Jeon Wonwoo.
Him with his messy hair, messy eye makeup that somehow suited him, lips that curved up into a perfect smirk. He was trouble if it existed in human form. As cliche as it sounded. It was their whole aesthetic though, the messy looks and makeup but he somehow looked like he was born to be a star like that.Â
He was reckless though. You think thatâs one of his flaws. Or he purposely tried to make your life harder. It seemed, the rumours were not just that, they were the actual reality of him.
And due to the whole rebellious thing he had going on, he hated you.Â
Wonwoo in other words, did not like the idea of a personal bodyguard following him around everywhere. He knew due to their subsequent rise to fame, the negative parts would also come. He was fine with having security when they were attending events, going to the airports. As a group it was fine. But he dreaded it the day he was informed by his manager, Seungkwan, each of them would be assigned a personal bodyguard to be with them all times of the day.
Perhaps, it was because he never understood the need for one. He was not attacked physically but then again, it was always better to be safe than sorry.Â
The first day he saw you, despite all of them being a bit taken aback by how young you actually were and not only that you werenât too bad on the eyes either, he was annoyed.Â
He could feel it in his bones, you were someone who stuck to rules. Always being by the book. Wonwoo hated that. And he would do just about everything to make sure, youâd quit. He did not need a personal bodyguard before. He wouldnât need one now.Â
How wrong he was about to be proven.
âMr. Jeon, you should be more care-â
âDonât call me that.âÂ
Pausing in your steps, you furrowed your eyebrows in question. You were making sure your own annoyance wouldnât be shown. Wonwoo did not pay attention to you suddenly not trailing him, going forward towards the midnight grocery store.Â
It was ridiculous to think he needed someone to protect him when he was just going for a quick five minute run to the store that was near their hotel to get a drink.Â
He was just about to go quietly and be back without anyone noticing but of fucking course, you were able to somehow know.Â
âThis is ridiculous, itâs just five minutes.â He spoke with anger, his eyes glaring at you, pretty lips in a scowl. You wondered if he knew that despite trying to look intimidating, he somehow looked more pretty.Â
âJust? A lot can happen in five minutes.â You said calmly, eyes making contact with him. You could tell he wasnât used to people not cowering away under his glare.
He inhaled sharply, eyes closing for a brief moment, âWhatever.âÂ
He pushed past you, making sure to knock into your shoulder. If it werenât for the brief discontent you felt towards him, maybe you could have appreciated how put together he looked despite it almost being very late. Grey and black were his colours.Â
And that was how youâd ended up mid argument, trying to tell him to be careful of the darkness caused by the absence of some street lights. They were turned off probably due to malfunction. It gave the entire street a very eerie vibe because since only a few were functioning, it would be hard to make out who was walking in front of you.Â
You were accustomed to the dark, knowing what to keep in mind and always being observant. However, Wonwoo wasnât. His judgement at the moment was clouded by irritance at your presence.Â
It was only for a brief second but you were able to make out a quick flash of movement just in front of Wonwoo. It was fast, likely so no one can know. Wonwoo had turned to putting his attention on his phone, scrolling and mumbling curses at you under his breath.Â
The store was still a few metres ahead, standing out by being one of the few only lit buildings. It was due to the glow of the lights of the store, you were able to catch the movement.Â
Before you knew it, you instinctively rushed forward and harshly grabbed Wonwooâs arm, him almost dropping his phone and yelping, you threw him behind you.Â
The intruder appeared from the right side, where there was an unlit tiny alley, the perfect place to wait for unsuspecting late nighters. You grabbed the knife that was raised midway, ready to slash into the person ahead.Â
It was so fast, Wonwoo felt he would have missed it if he blinked because next thing he knew, he was suddenly shoved far to the left. All he saw was you holding the hand of a fully black clothed person, who was in turn holding a knife. The knife that would have likely pierced him ifâŠif it werenât for you.Â
You did not care if the knife was pressing into the palm of your hand, piercing your skin, all you cared about was making sure nothing were to happen to Wonwoo. And so when you heard what you thought was a gasp of pain, you roughly pushed away the intruder, who was also in shock because he did not expect you. And tonight, he did not want a fight he wasnât even sure heâd win and so he escaped when he got the chance.Â
You quickly rushed to Wonwoo, whoâd by your shove, had stumbled and fallen. He didnât even realise it, trying to make sense of what just happened in the past few minutes.Â
âMr.Jeon!Mr Jeon- Wonwoo!â You were shaking him harshly by his shoulders as he blinked back to reality upon hearing his name. His name for the first time from you. In probably the worst case he could imagine.Â
âAre you alright?â Out of pure concern, you held his face, scanning for injuries as you pushed back his hair. You then took his hands and did the same to make sure he wasnât hurt too bad. Just a little scrap from falling.
Wonwoo, for the good of everything, could not explain why his heart felt like itâd combust the moment you touched his face and brushed his hair. He knew why you were doing it but it didnât stop his heart from fluttering.
Why?Â
He was confused. He hated you. Was it possible he couldnât quite understand if it was truly hate?
âWonwoo?â He realised he still hadnât replied, but when he heard his name for the second time, he also had another realisation. He thinks he likes the way you say it.Â
âYeah- yeah Iâm alright I-â He muttered, looking away as he stood up, âLetâs just- letâs just go back.â
He decided he didnât want to go to the damned store, nor get the drinks. He just wanted to rest. His head felt dizzy at the idea of almost being hurt severely. It was though it only took a few moments for him to realise maybe he had been wrong all along, heck not maybe, he was definitely wrong.
âOkay, letâs go.âÂ
You didnât even question him as he trailed right beside you, almost to the point you were in sync, when a while ago, he seemed repulsed at being near you.Â
You followed him up to his room, but not before making sure there was no one trailing you and informing the other security around the hotel, regarding the intruder and telling someone to also inform the police.
He didnât get irritated like he usually would, in fact he was too quiet.Â
âAre you actually fine Mr.Jeon?â He frowned, he didnât like the way you called him, remaining ever so in character.
âNo- no donât call me that, Wonwoo is fine.â
 You blinked once, twice to make sure you were hearing correctly. You slowly nodded, âOh-kay, but,are you alright?â
âYes, I uh- I'm fine.â
âMy apologies, you weren't able to get your meal.âÂ
You were sorry? He could have died and youâŠyou saved him but you were the one who felt bad?
He hated the fact that only now was he actually realising what could have possibly happened if you werenât there.Â
He felt stupid.Â
Glancing towards you,his gaze drifted towards your hand, the injured one half-heartedly wrapped with a makeshift bandage from your handkerchief likely.
âLet me bandage that for you properly, I feel it is the least I could do.âÂ
You were about to argue, as you would, about how youâd do it yourself and to not fret over you because it was something you were pretty used to. Besides it wasnât as big of a deal anyway, just a minor scrap.Â
But before you could, he reached out for your hand, holding it in his and looked back up at you. And this time, the way he did, it made you feelâŠuneasy. His hand felt warm. Very warm. Compared to your bleeding out hand.
Uneasy in a way where your heart fluttered. You couldnât seem to form a thought as you stared right into his eyes. They were a rich brown colour that reminded you of pools of honey under the sun. It was unusual for you to ever think like that for someone let alone your actual client.Â
He spoke in a soft tone, you were sure you wouldnât hear if you werenât so close, âPlease?â
 It was definitely not normal for the way your throat seemed to dry up upon hearing him say that word.Â
âOh-okay, alright.â And without much thought, you agreed and convinced yourself it was definitely not because of the puppy eyes heâd given you or the way his hand seemed to hold yours as if nothing else in the world existed for him.Â
You think those were what youâd call famous last words, because at the moment, you were regretting even agreeing. It wasnât because of Wonwoo in particular, in fact he did prove to be someone who knew how to bandage efficiently.
But it was also because of him, your mind was simply a haywire.Â
You sat down on his bed, immediately hit by his signature smell as soon as you stepped in the room. It was everywhere but not in an overwhelming way, in a way that indicated it was a room that was lived in by him.Â
He came up with the first aid kit from the bathroom and sat beside you turning his body towards you as you faced forward with your feet down, feeling unprofessional to even sit fully on his bed.Â
Not that the whole ordeal would even fit into your etiquette rule book but perhaps you were beginning to realise, there were certain things you were wrong about. Or right.Â
You specifically remember a particular article where the headline described Wonwoo as a âshallow brat with an attitude as well.â and to a certain point, it seemed that they may have been right. But that was not the case now.
Or was it ever the case?
This time, the truth was indeed far better than the rumour.Â
It was as if the silence was enough to occupy the space between you two, him carefully cleaning your wound and disinfecting it. He glanced at your face during that part and was unsure whether to be worried or amazed by the fact that you didnât even flinch when he wiped the hydrogen peroxide over your open cut.Â
Your tongue was weighed down by the thoughts running in your mind, it was as if the person in front of you was actually another person.Â
He was close to you, and the juxtaposition of moments ago to the current moment almost made you chuckle. It was hilarious how situations could change so quickly.
âThere. Done.â
Raising your hand, you examined it with a scrutinising gaze making sure it was properly done. It made him feel slightly nervous yet he did not know if that was the only cause of that or upon the realisation of how your knees were touching the whole time â still were.
You got up, much to his disappointment, nodding along.Â
âGood job actually, youâve done great.â You swore you could see a faint blush painting his cheeks and his ears a shade redder than normal. You clenched your hand beside you, hoping it would calm your weirdly speeding up heart.
And this was when it really hit you, about where you wereâŠ.who you were.
Clearing your throat, you spoke up, âWell I should get going now. Itâs far too late and you should get some rest as well.â
Immediately he slightly frowned at that, blinking in a bit of amazement at how quick youâd changed moods. Then again, the night seemed to be all about too many quick changes.Â
You moved towards his door, not wanting to glance at him, not wanting to think or do anything that was definitely not just against your etiquettes but also your overall job.Â
He was safe. He was sound too. Everything about him was good and what he needed was rest and you did too because it was one hell of a nighâ
âWait!âÂ
You paused in your footsteps, already out of the door as you turned back around to face him.
âGoodnightâŠY/n.âÂ
He stood against the door, as he stared at you with those same honey eyes of his, that you think would never fail to amaze you, even in the most unlikely of situations.Â
And for the first time, or his first, he saw you smile. One corner slowly lifted while the other followed as you shook your head. And this time, it was his mind that seemed to blank out because holy shit.Â
âGoodnightâŠWonwoo.â You said with a grin as you waved him once and then turned back around. Nonchalantly. As if you hadnât justâŠjust smiled at him the way you did.Â
And did you just address him with his first name without him whining about it?!?
His hand reached up to his chest, pressing tightly to his left part and realizing just how fast it beat against it.
Yeah he was sure about one thing.
This was in no way the so-called hatred he desperately wished he felt towards you existed.
But then again, did it ever?
a/n : urm hi. so um this was a very random idea that sprung to me like ages ago literal ages actually and i decided to pick it up and finallly finish this piece? it feels incomplete because i am actually maybe ( if this does well ) making this into sort of a drabble series with this same pairing but yk different scenarios and their dynamics changing as well? sorry if this feels rushed! i wrote like till a certain point way long ago and after that it's recent, i haven't written in a while so please excuse the weird flow as well. i just wanted to have some fun and also post something to show im alive hahaha pls let me know what you think and whether you'd want to read more of this pairing because tbh i kinda love them lollll :DDD
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The Rockstar and Me
requested: would it be okay, if I requested a rockstar!jace x reader? were theve been best friends since childhood and the reader has a crush on jace. jace is a really popular upcoming rockstar and is super busy. he dosnt see reader the same way (just as there bestfriend) and kind neglects the reader bc he's really busy. so one night the reader has enough and they decide they need to take a break from there friendship, so they don't talk for a while. and then jace kinda realises he missed up and took the readers love for granted. In this time he he realizes he like her too.
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You are going to scream.
Not of horror and certainly not of pleasure but you were just so annoyed.
Your roommate would not stop playing their fucking songs, most people would call you crazy but you swear you were about to look for a new apartment and put in big red letters, DO NOT REPLY IF YOU LIKE THE WEST DRAGONS. You have nothing against their music but it all just leads back to him.
Childhood best friend and crush turned ex-best friend rockstar Jacaerys Velaryon. He was your best friend for so long and you had liked him, a part of you still does. A part of you still misses him but you did what you had to do.
You could not just sit around and let him ignore you like that, time and time again he would blow you off to the point you grew sick of it and blocked his number and never looked back. You didnât just ghost him. instead opting to send him a long messages about how you needed space and he was no longer the guy you knew anymore and told him you were gonna reach out anymore.
That was three months ago and your sure he hasnât even fucking read it let alone try to reply to it. Three months since your life flipped upside down, moving to a new place, still in the same city but further away from him, new job and some new friends, it was odd at first and still is, being away from him but you wonât just let yourself be walked all over like that.
You had planned to stay in tonight like you normally would but your roommate had other plans, standing in the middle of the room bickering with you while you try to block out the sound of their music in the background.
âI donât wanna go out sab.â âCome on live a little, come out to the bar with me.â âMaybe another night.â âNope you are coming tonight. right now. get dressed.â
With that she sprints out of the room and you groan knowing she wonât take no for an answer and get up to get ready. Its just one night out, it wonât be so bad, plus it a good excuse so you don't have to hear his music anymore.
Yet when you walk into the bar its packed with people lining up in front of the stage, you turn to sab and tilt your head. âWhat is going on?â
She looks at you with a big grin on her face, âI didnât tell you, oh my god the west dragons are performing here in a few.â Your stomach drops.
No you had to leave, maybe you could fake an illness? No she would catch on and force you to stay. You could make yourself throw up? that would cause too much of a scene. You were definitely going to be sick when you see the lights dim and they walk up on the stage.
Heâs the drummer he should not even see you right? youâll just sit at the bar and count down the seconds until the show is over and you can book it out of the room. Aegon greets the crowd as the groups lead singer and your stomach continues to churn. You met him a handful of times and he was always nice to you, he had a nice voice you could agree but you felt so sick anytime you heard their songs.
The show went on without a hitch and you wish the ringing in your ears would get louder so you wouldnt have to hear it. You find yourself reminiscing about your time with jace with every song that plays. You miss him. Much more than youâd like to admit.
You dont allow your eyes to drift behind aegon, yet you hear him, the sound of the drums, it haunts you, sometimes you can see his hands peak out, when aegon moves you can see his dark curls but never look too close to see his face.
They are taking a mini break with aegon entertaining the crowd, the show is almost over, you could not wait to go take a shower and try to act like this night never happened. Aegons eyes drift around the crowd while heâs talking and they land on you, you watch as his eyes widen and he stumbles over his speech for a moment as he turns back for a second to look at jace.
That was not good. Not good at all. âWhat was that? do you think he thinks your cute?â âdefinitely not.â Your words come out more strained than you would like and she looks at you confused, âIs something wrong?â
You open and close your mouth unable to know what to say. Your chest feels like its closing in on its self as she grabs your shoulders worriedly. âI need some air.â You quickly stand and rush out of the bar, sab quickly following after you. The two of you donât notice the pairs of eyes that trail after you.
You lean against the wall on the outside and try to catch your breath. You did not think this would affect you so much, maybe because your whole life has been around him that now it just feels odd that heâs not around. This whole thing reminded you too much of going to his gigs and him coming up to you after the show to ask you what you thought.
âWho cares if i liked it jace? the people loved it.â âI care, you matter more to me than them.â
âOkay what the hell was that?â You run your hands along your face and stare at sab as she looks at your worried. âIts nothing.â
âoh fuck off its not nothing, nobody just runs out the room looking like they just saw their ex boyfriend over nothing.â She gasps at her own words and covers her mouth, âOh my god wait did you actually date aegon? fuck if i knew i wouldnt have brought you here im sorry-â âI didnât date ageon sab and i didnt date any of them.â âThen what happened?â
The two of you freeze as someone clears their throat and sab gasps as she turns around. âIm sorry to interrupt but, do you mind if we talk?â Jace. He was staring right at you. Sab looks between the two of you and gives you a look that says she wants to hear all about this before she runs off.
You stand in silence,, not wanting to be the first to speak. He puts his hands in his pockets and kicks on of the rocks on the ground. âHow,,, um how are you?â âIm good.â He nods and continues to simply look anywhere but your face. âThats good thats good um..â Its awkward. So awkward. It was never this way before but you guess thats just what time apart does to people. And you hate it.
âHow are you?â He looks up at you shocked before he stumbles over his words, clearly very nervous. âIm good, im good, um, no no im not good actually. I miss you, so much.â Your breath hitches as you watch him continue to speak, âI regret how i treated you, so much. Im so sorry i miss you more than anything please, i just want us to be friends again, ill do anything to make it up to you.â
You donât know what to say what to do. This is what youâve been dreaming of for so long but your heart aches at the thought of returning to being just friends.
âI canât be friends with you jace.â He stumbles back as if you had shoved him and he looks around attempting to compose himself. You swear you can see tears glazing in his eyes, âI um,â His voice cracks as he speaks and he coughs into his arm, âI understand yes of course, im sorry for bother-â
âI cant be friends with you jace because i cant bare being just friends. All ive ever wanted for so long was to be more with you, and if i go back to being just friends ill spend the rest of my life miserable because ill just be dreaming to be more with you.â
You do not even know when you had begun crying but you feel the tears begin to run down your face as you close your eyes and tilt your head down towards the ground. You feel his hands grip your face and pull you up to look at him, seeing his own tears running down his face.
âIm sorry, im so sorry. I love you. Im sorry it took me so long to realize this and that i had to be apart from you to know but ive realized i need you, i love you so much youre my best friend, the only person i need, i love you.â
You shake your head in disbelief, âYou dont mean it.â âI do i do mean it, i love you so much.â
He presses his forehead against yours and you sob harder. âI love you jace.â
âI love you so much, i will work everyday to earn your forgiveness to even be worthy or your love.â
He shakily presses his lips against yours in a peck and you two smile at one another.
âNo more ignoring me?â
âNever, never again.â
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Envy and Venom
Heiress!Natasha Romanoff x CEO!Beefy!Fem!Reader
18+ only, read at your own risk
Summary: You are the notorious playboy who just inherited one of the biggest tech companies in the world. Your first move? Sleeping with the heiress of your rival company.
Word count: 4190
AN: Randomly came up with this idea, it's a little different than my other stuff, but give it a read. :)
DAY 1
âYou couldnât have picked a better person for the job,â you tease, gripping tightly onto your fatherâs hand as the sea of flashing lights fifteen feet away practically blinds you. The reporters call out for your attention but you ignore them, pausing in the awkward, hand-holding pose with your father so the photo can be plastered across the front page of news outlets around the world.Â
âI trust you. Donât ruin what Iâve started,â your father says, grabbing onto your shoulder and pulling you into a tight embrace. âAnd please try to keep yourâŠescapadesâŠa little more under wraps, okay?â he whispers into your ear.Â
âIâll try, Dad,â you say, but it isnât really your fault that the public was so interested in what goes on in your bedroom. Then again, you hadnât exactly been trying to be subtle when you were fucking your secretary against the penthouse window of your apartment, but people should try to mind their own business more.Â
Your father pushes you back and the two of you turn in unison to wave at the crowd once more.Â
âCongratulations!â you hear them echoing. âTo Envy Industriesâ new CEO, Y/N!â
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Naturally, to celebrate your latest achievement, you host the party of the century, inviting other world-renowned millionaires, fellow tech company gurus, actors, singers, celebrities, and pretty much anyone else who fit societyâs thinly-veiled description of âfamous.â You initially show up with two models you had already spent the afternoon with, but you werenât interested in stringing them along and were excited to find some new target to chase after.Â
The first hour alone is spent wading through faces you recognize from online but have no personal connection with, and you have to pretend that youâre grateful when they take enough interest and ask about the future of your company.Â
âWeâll probably stick to the production of GPUs for a while,â you say, yelling to be heard over the music and rumble of people. âWe just signed a huge contract with Tesla, so weâll be supplying all the hardware they need for their next products. They have a big need for AI software, and weâre one of the few companies that can build exactly what they need.â
âWow, thatâs very impressive.â The short-haired blonde woman suddenly throws herself at you, her nails digging into your bicep so hard you can feel the prick through your burgundy silk jacket.
âThank you.â Youâre not sure youâve ever seen this woman before in your life and you wonder if she even understood half of what you were saying or she was just trying to get into your pants.
âIâm Carol, by the way. Do you want to get a drink?â
âI would never say no to a drink.â You let Carol lead you to the bar (that you are footing the bill for) and she orders for you, picking an old-fashioned cocktail for you. A decent choice, but if she had read your interview in The Chief Executive Magazine, she would have known that your favorite drink was actually a vodka martini. You join her at an empty table.
âSo, what do you do for a living?â you ask out of politeness, taking a sip and letting the whiskey burn your throat. Â
âIâm an influencer,â Carol says. âI have one-point-seven million followers on Tik Tok right now. I mostly post fitness routines or travel vlogs. And I also stream video games on Twitch.â
âAh.â Now itâs your turn to act like youâre impressed when you have no idea what sheâs talking about.Â
Carol drones on about her next project, which involves a collaboration with another influencer youâve never heard of. Your eyes scan the people walking by, looking for a new object of infatuation. It doesnât take long until you make eye contact with a beautiful, redheaded woman, her voluptuous body hugged by an emerald green dress. Immediately, your heart rate spikes as you scan her up and down, not predatorily, but admiringly. The neckline of her dress plunges down to her belly button, a tasteful hint of her cleavage showing through, highlighted by a long silver necklace with a thin gold bar tassel.Â
You perk up, smoothing your hair back and puffing out your chest like a proud pigeon when she starts walking over.
âCongratulations,â the redhead says. âYour family must be very proud of you.â
âMy dad didnât want to give it to me,â you admit, completely oblivious to Carolâs pout as you instantly give your attention to this new woman. âBut I convinced him the company would be in good hands.â
âI bet.â
âCan I get you a drink?â you ask, desperate to keep around for the conversation (and perhaps more).
âI should be the one treating you,â the redhead says. She takes the cocktail out of your hands and brings it to her lips. âHmm. I didnât think this was your taste,â she notes. âHow does a vodka martini sound?â
You know instantly this is the woman youâre taking home with you tonight. âThat sounds delightful.â
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You ditch Carol without a second thought and follow the redhead back to the bar, where she picks up two vodka martinis. She brings you to a private booth, sitting so close to you that your knees are touching hers. You can almost feel her body heat through the fabric of your clothes.Â
âTo Envy Industriesâ long and prosperous future,â she says, raising her drink in a toast.
âCheers.â You clink your glass to hers and drink half of it in one long sip, smiling in satisfaction. âI didnât catch your name,â you say.
âNatasha.â It sparks a familiar memory, a name youâve heard before. But sheâs so intoxicating that you give it no second thought. Natasha is one of the most gorgeous women youâve ever seen in your life and you canât believe sheâs sitting here talking to you and you alone.
âItâs very nice to meet you,â you say, formally offering her your hand. She shakes it, and you gently bring her hand up to your lips to kiss her knuckles.
âLikewise,â she says, crossing one perfectly toned leg over the other, her foot nudging the back of your calf. âNot to eavesdrop, but I overheard you mention a contract with Tesla. Say what you want about that company, but you canât deny the evidence that theyâre one of the highest valued companies in the world. I wouldnât be surprised if Envy Industries is soon up there with them.â
âExactly.â Your interest in this woman skyrockets, because you know she isnât bullshitting you. She isnât like Carol. She knows what sheâs talking about.Â
âWeâve been trying to strike deals with the automotive industry for years,â Natasha goes on, âBut youâve beat us to it. And now that youâve partnered up with Tesla, youâre basically unstoppable.â
âNot quite,â you correct, now unable to stop yourself from unraveling the schemes of your companyâs next five years. âOur research on artificial intelligence is just getting started. We just applied for ten new patents within computing technologies and weâre on track to absolutely dominate the market for discrete graphics processing units by the end of the year.âÂ
Natasha grins at your enthusiasm and you feel yourself blush in embarrassment. You know the media often labeled you as stupid, reckless, irresponsible, unfit to lead, and constantly bashed your sexual appetite, but you were all those things and a technology genius. Your father had built this company from the ground up, but you had been there alongside him the past six years. While everyone classified your promotion to CEO as nepotism, you felt you had rightfully earned it.Â
âI donât know how you do it,â she comments.
âWell, it definitely wouldnât be wise for the new CEO to be giving away all the secrets, now would it?â you chuckle, even though youâve definitely already said more than you shouldâve.Â
âYour success is no trade secret.â Natasha turns her whole body to face you. The attention sheâs giving you is almost more than you can bear. Your heart pounds against your chest. No woman has ever made you this excited before. âBut if you want, maybe we can go somewhere a little more private, where you can share whatever else youâd like.â
âHmm.â It was rare for another woman to be so bold with you. But youâve never lusted after another woman like Natasha before. Arousal heats up in your stomach as Natasha leans forward, resting her hand on your thigh and squeezing it teasingly. Her breath fans over your face and you can smell the vodka and her cherry lipstick. You lean forward to meet her, moving like youâre in a dream, fireworks sparking in the back of your head the moment your lips touch.Â
Suddenly, youâre overcome with the carnal desire to drag this woman up to your penthouse and have her squirming underneath you, crying out your name as she comes undone.
âUm, would you like toâŠâ You can hardly think straight. âMy roomâŠapartmentâŠis upstairsâŠif you want toâŠâ
âShow me the way,â Natasha says, standing up and offering you her hand.
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Your brain is swirling in a fog as you follow Natasha to the elevator. You donât even register any of the people you pass, fully aware of the fact that someone will report this headline to the National Enquirer, at the very least. But all the worries of the future disappear the moment the elevator doors close and Natasha throws herself at you, her legs hooking around your narrow waist and her heels digging into the small of your back. Your hands support her supple bottom, squeezing in appreciation as her lips crash against yours in a desperate frenzy.Â
You stumble into the wall, smashing your hand onto the top floor button and feeling the elevator start to rise, but not fast enough.Â
âLucky me,â Natasha pants between kisses. âGetting to go home with the newly-christened CEO of Envy Industries.â
âYouâre the most beautiful woman here tonight,â you respond, heat rising between your legs. âOf course you were coming home with me.â
Natasha glows with the praise and pulls your head into her chest, where you instinctively lick and nip at the flesh of her exposed breasts and she keens at the attention. When the elevator doors open again, you stumble out with her still in your arms, your feet automatically taking you down the path to your apartment. Thankfully, your apartment door opens automatically when your key card is in range, so youâre able to kick it open with your foot, without having to put her down.  Â
You carry her straight to the bedroom, dropping her on the freshly-changed sheets you had housekeeping put on after you were done with the two models from earlier. You can hardly remember your time with them and your body is practically vibrating in anticipation like you havenât had sex in years. You crawl on top of Natasha, lowering yourself to kiss her again, this time with more passion and her arms snake over your broad back, pressing your body against hers. Â
âI need to get you out of this dress,â you pant, desperate for skin-to-skin contact with her.Â
âYou first,â she says, releasing you as you sit up, yanking off your jacket and throwing it to the floor. Youâre annoyed at your choice of shirt, a white button-up that has way too many buttons, as you impatiently pop them off one at a time and remove your bra. Natasha watches you with hunger in her eyes and youâve never felt more proud to reveal yourself to another partner. The daily, painful 2-hour visits to the gym and strict adherence to a customized diet showed in your chiseled physique, your biceps bulging like you had baseballs under your skin, your perfect washboard abs, and your thighs were sturdier than tree trunks.Â
âFuck,â she mutters, reaching up to run her hand across your abs like she canât believe youâre really in front of her. âI could look at you all day.â
Itâs a common reaction most people have, but it definitely heats you up more when it comes from Natasha. âYour turn, gorgeous.âÂ
She sits up and turns around so you can access the zipper of her dress. You sweep her hair to the side, stealing a kiss to her neck because you really canât help yourself. Natasha hums in appreciation and you lower her zipper slowly. Her dress pools at her waist like a glimmering green puddle. She isnât wearing a bra so your hands immediately gravitate to cup her breasts, and she arches her back against your bare chest.Â
âAre you gonna fuck me the same way you do to every girl you have in here?â she asks, placing one of her hands over yours and guiding it down her stomach, where your fingers part through her soaking folds.Â
âIf you want me to,â you say, pressing deeper into her and she whines at your touch. âBut Iâll give you whatever you want.â Normally, you enjoy being in full control in the bedroom, but you are absolutely willing to give that up if it pleases Natasha.Â
She suddenly pushes your hand away from her center; you can still feel traces of her stickiness on your fingers. âDo you have a strap? I want to ride you.â
Your stomach flips at the thought of her on top of you, grinding down on you until she finishes. Her heaving bosom in your face for you to suck and kiss while she enjoys the orgasm you gave her.Â
âYeah, let me grab it.â While you launch yourself off the bed to go fishing around your nightstand drawer, Natasha nudges her dress to the floor and delicately removes her long necklace, settling back comfortably on your king-sized bed while she waits for you. You take off your pants and pull the harness over your waist, turning back to the mouth-watering sight of her naked and ready for your taking. Her body is toned and curved in all the right places: clearly, she respected her body as much as you did to yours. There are few things you love more than a woman who takes care of herself.
You climb back onto the bed and Natasha pounces on you while youâre still getting into position, holding onto your biceps to pin you down. You catch sight of her glimmering wetness as she drags herself along your abs, pressing back against your cock until it rubs against her butt. You reach over to grab the bottle of lube always present on your nightstand and squirt a generous glob onto your strap, not that it looks like Natasha will need it.Â
âLook how wet you are. Youâve been waiting for this all night, sweetheart?â you tease, your hands running up and down her sides. Natasha takes you by surprise when she shoves you back against the headboard. Â
âShut up and let me fuck you,â she growls, her voice dangerously dropping an octave. Natasha lifts herself up to line herself with the head of your cock and slides down in one move. The slick noise as it fills her is downright sinful. Your big hands wrap around her tiny waist, guiding her to bounce in an aggressive rhythm as the two of you watch your cock disappear inside of her.Â
âFuck, Y/N,â she moans, throwing her head back, red hair spilling over her shoulders. âThat feels so good.â
âLook how well youâre taking me,â you praise, your hips jerking up to match her rhythm. Even though you canât necessarily feel it, you swear her pussy is clenching around the toy, greedily sucking you in and requiring physical effort to pull out. Your own clit is throbbing as the toy bumps it every time Natasha slams down on your thighs.Â
âDeeper, babe. Go deeper,â Natasha begs, moving her hands from your shoulders to the headboard, grabbing it so firmly you hear the wood crack. You change the angle of your hips, punching them up to satisfy her command. The bed frame creaks and shakes; you know your father would be unhappy to hear he has to order you a new one so soon, but you canât be bothered to care right now.
âFuck, right there. Thatâs it,â Natasha moans, rolling her hips with such fluidity it makes your stomach clench. She looks down at you, admiring the flex of your muscles as you do your best to please her, a singular bead of sweat running over your collarbone and sliding down between your breasts.Â
âIâm close. Iâm almost fucking there,â she warns, her hips beginning to lose their rhythm. But you keep your intense pace, until your abs are cramping and youâre certain there are bruises on your thighs. Your own arousal burns like a ball of white-hot fire and you so desperately want to make this woman cum you will gladly ignore the ache of your own orgasm for hers.Â
âYouâre fucking me too well, baby. Iâm gonna lose it,â Natasha pants and the praise almost breaks your control. She throws her head back as she finishes and you bury your face in her heaving chest, tasting the sweat on her skin and sucking one of her nipples into your mouth. Her hand abandons the headboard to tangle in your hair, yanking almost painfully at your roots while you feel her cum spill onto your lap. She pushes your head away once sheâs done, your lips parting from her nipple with a string of saliva, and lifts herself off your cock. The two of you are panting in unison, while youâre still fighting the simmer of arousal in your gut.
âHmm, that was nice. Do you normally let your partner finish first?â she asks, resting her hands on your chest again. âI didnât think you were the type.â
Your face burns in embarrassment because sheâs not wrong. âUmâŠno,â you admit, knowing full well you could lie, but you feel like sheâll be able to see through it.
Natasha smirks. âSuch a gentlewoman with me,â she says, bending over to kiss you, this time much more softly than before.Â
âOnly for you,â you murmur back, shocked at how whipped you already are for her.Â
âYou want me to help you finish?â Natasha asks, pushing the strap aside to brush her fingers across your hot center. Your hips jerk off the bed, almost launching Natasha into the air. âIâll take that as a yes,â she giggles, climbing off your lap and helping you pull the strap off your waist. Youâre practically frozen in anticipation, watching with bated breath as Natasha scoots herself down the bed and lowers her head between your legs.
You melt at the feeling of her mouth against your center, perfectly hot and wet. Your back arches off the bed when her tongue glides through your folds, lapping up the mixture of body fluids like itâs some kind life-saving elixir.Â
âShit, baby, that feels amazing,â you moan, burying one of your hands in her red tresses, motioning with your hips that you want her deeper. She obliges by wrapping her lips around your clit and giving it a few hard sucks that have you seeing white stars behind your eyelids. You let go of her hair, afraid youâll tear it out and grab onto the Egyptian cotton sheets tightly. Her tongue pushes into you and you swear you convulse around it, already leaking into her mouth when sheâs only just started to go down on you.
Natashaâs arms wrap around your powerful thighs, trying to force them apart as you close them around her head. You donât mean to put her in awkward, even dangerous position, but you canât think about anything other than the pulsing in your center, soothed and encouraged by the heat of Natashaâs mouth. You dig your heels into the mattress to prevent yourself from bouncing across the bed at the rocking motion your body had adopted to maximize your pleasure. Every time her tongue slips into you, the muscles in your stomach contract so sharply it almost hurts, and when she laps at your clit, the stimulation is so great you feel immediately dizzy.
âNatasha,â you pant, unable to hold out any longer. âIâm gonnaâŠPlease let meâŠâÂ
She presses into you with even more enthusiasm than before and your body seizes as you release yourself into her mouth. Natasha eagerly collects all your slick, her red lipstick smeared on the insides of your thighs.
âOh fuck, oh fuck,â you moan, feeling your high is going to last forever. But just the sensations start to fizz, you realize Natasha still has her iron grip on your legs, keeping them spread apart.
âI want another,â she demands, in a sultry tone that almost pulls the second orgasm from you right there.
âNatasha,â you whine, fearing you are too sensitive to deliver her wishes. You twist your body back and forth, half-heartedly trying to free yourself. But Natasha wonât let you, lowering her head to your heat and taking what she wants. Overly stimulated, every muscle in your body goes rigid as fireworks of pleasure, bordering the line of painful, explode inside of you. Natashaâs tongue somehow reaches even deeper than she had the first time, the tip pressing against your front ridged wall and you lose it for the second time in minutes.
âOh, fuck!â you cry, your back arching off the bed but Natasha holds your waist down, determined to not let a drop of your essence go to waste. Your head is spinning and your body is like a live wire of excitement, twitching and trembling until you have no more energy left and and you melt into a limp mess.
Natasha kisses up your abs, between your breasts and licks at the column of your sweaty throat. Her lips finally connect with yours and you can taste a hint of yourself mixed with hers. You canât wait to taste her straight from the source, but itâs going to take a bit of time to find the strength to move after two back-to-back orgasms. She wraps her arms around your torso, nuzzling into the side of your chest and inhaling deeply.
There is a long, but not uncomfortable silence as you two of you find your breath.
âIâm not letting you leave until you sit on my face,â you finally say. Natasha looks up at you with a satisfied grin.
âI wasnât planning on it,â she says, crawling up so she can do just that.
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The moment Natasha made eye contact with you, she knew you were done for. You were far too predictable. She knew exactly the kind of woman you chased after. She knew what she needed to say to catch your attention, to convince you that she deserved a private moment with you.
You were too easy.
When you were so busy looking at her lips, trying to figure out when the right moment to kiss her was, you didnât notice her take your phone out of your pocket, plug a flash drive into the charging slot, and return it back to your pocket in record time.
As you carry her in the elevator, your face buried in her breasts while she slips a tiny audio recorder into the pocket of your blazer. Through the fog of pure lust for you, Natasha struggles to but succeeds in making a mental map of your apartment. Where your office is, how many computers you have.
After numerous orgasms, sheâs sufficiently fucked your brains out and cuddled with you long enough for you to pass out into an impossibly deep slumber, she gets up and heads into your office. She doesnât need more than five minutes to hack into your devices and steal all the data saved on them. She chuckles to herself at how easy the task is; if she had known it wouldâve been this simple and enjoyable, she wouldâve come after you a long time ago.
Natasha gathers all her things and excuses herself from your apartment without a good-bye.
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DAY 2
When you wake up the next morning, your mind a haze from the absolute debauchery that occurred the previous night. You rub your eyes and roll over, finding yourself naked and alone in bed. There is a deep soreness in your body, in almost every muscle, and some you havenât felt for a long time. Natashaâs scent of vanilla and cherry lingers, but sheâs nowhere to be found.
âFuck,â you grumble, reaching for your phone on the nightstand. Itâs been blowing up with notifications, which is a little unusual, but you assume itâs mostly from friends still congratulating you on your promotion. You open a text from your best friend and work partner, Tony.
From Tony: You fucked up, dude.
He included a link to a TMZ article. You click on it, half-wondering if itâll send you to some troll site. The headline reads:
New CEO of Envy Industries Y/N spotted getting cozy with Black Widow Corp. heiress Natasha RomanoffÂ
Everything clicks to you now.
âOh, fuck.â
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PERFECT FIT - ONE SHOT - JUNGKOOK
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (Female) đđ
Genre: Friends with benefits, Coworkers. Idol. Tour manager.
Plot: College friends turned Coworkers turned friends with benefits. (turned couple implied)
Word count: 2.762
A/N: Hope you guys enjoy this one. It's a bit longer than what I usually write but I hope that is okay.
"Go.. Get out" I say while giggling and fake pushing my lover away.
Jungkook and I have been sleeping together for a while, He is the lead singer in a band and I am said band's Tour manager. I know, I know... it seems unethical but keep in mind that we have been friends and a little more than that since college but then due to career choices we went our separate ways, we kept in touch a bit and didn't really reunite until later on when he was already famous and I had become an events manager in the Entertainment industry. We started hooking up again around a month before I got this job, once we started working together we tried to take a break for the sake of being professional but somehow ended up in bed together. Again and again and again.
"You have to go out there for rehearsal before they come looking for you again" I insist, which isn't really working since he is tracing his nose against my neck slowly.
"Ugh, I don't want to go" his hands starts to tease the small of my back, playing with the hem of my t-shirt. "I would rather stay here and go for round two instead"
A voice asking if anyone has eyes on Jungkook comes through the walkie talkie on my hand, so I push him away "As tempting as that sounds, we gotta go. NOW."
After fixing ourselves I spoke into the walkie talkie announcing that I would be walking him to rehearsals. No one found it weird that we spent a lot of time together since we had known each other for a long time.
During rehearsals I liked to sit in the front rows working on my computer, this show in London is very important so I like to double check everything more accurately than usual. There would be a couple of musical guest joining him on stage so I wanted to make sure the schedule was perfect before going to get some rest and then getting ready for the show.
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Before the show I head into the backstage room where Jungkook is getting ready, I need to check that he has everything he needs and that everyone is on time.
"Finally.. you are here." he says exhaling heavily.
"Yuup. what's happening?"
"Nothing, I'm a little more nervous than usual so I need one of your pep talks" He says loudly, looking discreetly around the room and smirking at me. I narrow my eyes in confusion, he never needs pep talks.
"OH, Yeah of course." I say as normally as possible before clearing my throat and walking to the door to hold it open "Okay everyone, we are going to need a moment. You are doing a wonderful job, please go and enjoy some refreshments in the back stage area"
I watch as the last person exits and by the time the door fully closes, Jungkook is already crashing against my body, pressing me against the door and kissing me hard.
"Pep talk, huh?" I say breathless before continuing with the kiss. I know what he needs, he needs to take the edge off and he needs my body for that.
Mindful of his already done hair, we start to take our clothes off and fall onto the sofa. I'm on top of him straddling him and grinding on him before he grabs his cock and rubs it against my entrance -God that feels good- I moan into his kiss and then gasp when he pushes himself inside of me. The neediness he is showing with his kiss and his grip on my hips is telling me this won't last long..
My previous thought is confirmed once he turns us so that I am now under him, his face buried on my neck and I can smell his cologne, incredibly sexy mixed with his personal scent. I could pass out from how good I'm feeling right now. His deep and slow strokes inside of me are killing me and giving me life all at once and I want to scream when I reach my orgasm but I know I need to keep it low since anyone could hear us if they got too close to the door.
I hear him grunt and suddenly feel my body pulled from the couch and bent over the table, I know he needs me to take him fully now. He slides into me and moves my hair from my back, that's the last gentle touch I will feel before our final orgasm of the session. His pace starts increasing rapidly, his hands holding my hips in place while he rams himself in me, with hard and precise moves. I can feel my orgasm building and I know he is getting close too because of the small shake of his hands on my hips. A couple more strokes and he empties himself inside of me with a grunt. His breathing heavy when he bents to kiss my back gently.
We clean ourselves and get ready before heading out. He stops by the door and looks at me "Hey I want us to talk about something after the concert tonight." he turns around and heads straight to the stage. He looks fucking good.
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The concert went amazing, He just sang his last song and is now heading back stage to change into normal clothes and prepare to go back to the hotel. I would typically meet him there but this time I have a lot of post concert work to do before we travel to the next country.
I finish earlier than expected so I came back to the hotel, showered and decide to go and insert myself on Jungkook's post concert ritual. Long hot bath, nice food and movie.
While walking to his room, I get a funny feeling but I ignore it, blaming it on how tired I am. I pull out my spare key card to his room and let myself in. Closing the door quietly to avoid alerting him and spoil the surprise visit but when I turn around I am the one that is surprised because standing there holding a bottle of champagne and two glasses, is a completely naked, gorgeous blonde girl and my hearts drops to the floor, right next to the pile of clothes pooling around the girl's feet.
Before the blonde can speak I turn around to leave the room but suddenly the bathroom door opens.
"What is going on?" Jungkook says, his voice laced with confusion. He scans the naked girl and then looks at me. "(Y/N)?"
I open my mouth to speak but I close it immediately when the blonde moves towards him. Instead I shut my eyes for a second and breath out. "I'm sorry, I didn't know you had company... we can discuss the concert tomorrow. Please enjoy your night." I try to offer a nice smile but I'm sure it didn't look sincere at all and maybe my glossy eyes gave it away too.
"(Y/N) wait! I'm so confused, what- I thought we- Please wait-" He starts following me while I'm heading out of the room so I turn around and push a hand to his chest stopping him.
"Stop right there, the last thing we need is someone taking pictures of you" I point towards his naked body that is only covered by a towel "Following me out of your room. So save us a scandal and get back in your room."
My tone left no space for negotiation and I know he realized I was no longer in a friendly mood. This was work.
"Is that what you want (Y/N)?" I nod in response to his question and he pushes the door closed.
I head back to my room and crawl into bed, not even taking my clothes off. the next thing I hear is the alarm going off and telling me it was next day and I hadn't managed to sleep much. What I saw last night, had actually happened.
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The next few dates of the tour went by in a blur, I had gone into full business mode and completely froze out any feelings I might have had for Jungkook. He had texted me multiple times but I ignored anything that wasn't work related. He was now just work, I had to force myself to believe that and to remind myself of that every time he walked by looking hot as hell. Or well, pretty much any time he did anything. So freaking annoying.
Everyone had noticed our slight distance from each other but we covered it with being busy and keeping our meetings short. Pretty much like the one we are in right now, discussing any details that need to be fixed or changed before the next concert. He is sitting right in front of me and for the first time since meeting him, I feel uncomfortably exposed while he stares at me, so I don't look up from my computer while everyone else is leaving the Hotel conference room.
"Hey can we talk?" I think I can sense something very close to worry in his tone.
"Are you concerned with any of the changes made to the schedule?" I say with my most professional tone, still not looking up from my computer.
"No, its not about that. I just think you should know that the other night-"
"It's none of my business." I stop his sentence "Whatever you do on your free time, does not concern me."
He starts to walk away and I can feel him stopping and looking at me.
"I'm confused. why are you mad at me?" His question sound charged with accusations.
"I'm not-"Â
"Stop the bullshit." he stops me with an angry tone.
I stand up and walk towards him. "No, you stop. You don't need to explain anything because I get it. That is how you relax. That is what you needed and I was busy." The anger and frustration I'm feeling is now evident in my voice.
"And that's how you thought I should do it?"
"Isn't that how you always do it?"Â I start to walk away because I am not sure I want to hear his answer.
"No." He yells in frustration "Not since you."
I bend to grab my laptop and pack my bag so I can get out of here and go to the lunch room we reserved for everyone in the team. "Stop. Don't say things like that. I have to go." I'm almost pleading.
"There you go again."Â he laughs but the sound lacks sincerity. "You are shutting me out, same way you did in college. You couldn't admit your feelings and accept mine so you shut me out and start dating that sorry excuse of a man who didn't even get you like I do." he sounds frustrated and when I turn to look at his face he looks it too. "The only difference is that this time you are arranging hookups for me."
I'm in slight shock from his mini rant, is he jealous? and his glare is captivating but his last words make no sense.
"Wait.. what are you talking about?"Â
"We could work (Y/N)! That's what I wanted to talk to you about that night." he takes a step towards me.
"No, wait.. what? what do you mean I'm arranging hookups for you?"
"Isn't that why you brought Becca to my room?" He glares at me
what is he talking about. Why would he think I would do something like that. Is that what he thinks I did? wait.. does that mean he didn't call her? he seemed as surprised as me seeing her there. OMG.
He seems to notice the confusion in my face and starts to draw his own conclusions.
"Oh my God. Come with me..." He doesn't wait for me to agree and just grabs my hand and walks me to the lunch room stopping in front of a table where one his personal managers is working on his laptop. "Did you bring that girl into my room a couple of weeks ago?"
"Becca? Yeah, she called and I know you usually see her when we are in London so I just brought her in. Thought you might need some distraction." I'm surprised at how calmly and naturally he is talking about this. "Was everything okay? did you not have fun?"
"Don't bring or send any other girls into my room ever again." Jungkook's words were a command that made his manager look up and then look to where Jungkook's hand and mine were still attached. "Got it?"
"Yes of course." The manager's voice was pure confusion. He started to say something else but we walked away without hearing him.
Once outside in the corridor we stop walking and face each other.Â
"Nothing happened with her." I know he is telling the truth. "I wanted you. I always want you."
"I believe you, Kook." I really do. I pull my hand from his "But we can't do this. You have been dating super models and actresses. A listers. Us dating would be a scandal that could ruin your career."
"Fuck that. I want you. My fans are the best, they would support me. The only person that seems to need convincing is you." He grabs my hand and starts walking again, this time to the elevator, then to his floor and then his room where he shuts his door behind us.
"What are we doing here Kook?"
"Let me remind you of how good we are together." He says unbuttoning his shirt then taking it off and walking towards me while I walk backwards until hitting his bed. "Let me show you how good we fit together." He starts kissing my neck holding me in place with a hand around my neck and the other one is undoing my zipper and then pulling down my dress and happily noticing I haven't been wearing a bra.Â
His lips crash against mine passionately while his hands travel to my butt, he stops the kiss and kneels in front of me. Fuck. He is the most perfect man I have ever seen.
Looking up at me he starts to plant small kisses on my thighs and playing with the hem of my underwear. He moves to my core and kisses it through the lace before pulling down my underwear and going rough on my clit then moving his tongue around my folds. My knees weaken, this guy has many talents and this is gloriously one of the things he is best at.
My body starts trembling with my building orgasm and when I think he will slow down to torture me a bit like he usually likes to do, he goes rougher, making me come in an intense orgasm that would make me fall to my feet if he wasn't holding me.
Jungkook lets me fall gently into the bed while he stands to take his pants off, I can see his hard member bulging his jeans and when he frees it, my mouth waters with need. When our eyes meet I can see the heat in Jungkook's eyes and I know mine mirror the same need.
He gets on top of me and I open my legs for him. He rubs the tip of his cock on my folds then kisses me gently while pushing inside me. I missed him and by the sound he made, he missed me too!
"My God. You feel so good." Jungkook says while moving slowly, he looks like he is struggling to control himself, so I lift my hips to meet his showing him how much I need him too and luckily he takes the signal and gives in pumping harder into me.
We are all sweaty and still needy for each other but we are close, my skin is full with goosebumps. My ankles are on his shoulders and his eyes on me are making my skin burn, his pumps are starting to be rougher, I know how close he is and so am I. I stretch my hand towards my butt and grab his balls gently playing with them which earns me a grunt and a warning look from him. He kisses my ankle then letting my legs fall to his sides and bends to be face to face with me, allowing me to wrap my legs around him. He starts to pump even harder than before making my back curve, a few pumps later we are coming and ending in a mind blowing orgasm.Â
He kisses me softly in between pants "Perfect. Fucking. Fit." He gently plops on top of me and says "Let me know if you need any more convincing." I don't. But I will definitely ask for it.
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Okay but Steve Harrington who somehow landed a talk show/late night show host job. I'm basing this on a clip of the Kelly Clarkson Show, so let me cook.
Steve was pushed into the public eye by his parents either singing or acting. But as he grew up still under his thumb, married to someone they chose who was as controlling and manipulative as his parents, he started hating it all. The fame and money were just reminders of it all. But slowly with a lot of support from Robin, Steve cut those ties. He fought to get the money that was always supposed to be his but in the end he walked away with little money to his name. Even though his name was still quite popular.
He took a break and stayed with Robin, who pushed him to keep going out and doing what he enjoyed but it was hard. He stayed online and people loved seeing his clips. He thought about stepping out of the light completely but then Robin got him a job as a host. The show did well for a late night show and he was enjoying it the best he could. Sometimes he had a bad experience but as he aged, he stopped letting it affect him as much.
He was easy going and made everyone as comfortable as he could. Sure there were people who'd try to start rumors but he did his best to get through it. He was a single bisexual man who divorced his last husband, there was always going to be rumors going around. He didn't get out much for his own life but he gained many friends through the people that came through his show. He just never filled that spot in his heart that longed for love.
That is until Eddie Munson, lead guitarist and singer of Corroded Coffin came on the show. Steve instantly liked the man but forced himself to stay on script. He refused to flirt or show his attraction, even as the man flirted with him. But as Steve was in the middle of asking Eddie about a question on the topic of the lastest tour a photo popped up on his screen.
Steve's voice caught and his train of thought flew out the window at the picture of Eddie mid performance, shirt off, sweat dripping, and his guitar low on his hips. Steve could've died right there as he tried to formulate his question.
"Wow, do you- that's a lot of- right, you must work out- like those muscles- sorry, your shape- you're in shape! Do you have a routine?" Steve finally spit out and only barely stopped himself from hiding his face in his hands.
Eddie smirked at him and slid back in his chair more, "oh yeah. Never used to but Jeff made a good point one day. You gotta be ready to lift your partner," Eddie's grin went from wicked to charmingly innocent in a second and Steve got whiplash, "Over all the mud puddles."
Steve barely managed to keep it together the rest of the interview and Eddie didn't make it any easier on him. Slowly calling Steve more and more pet names. It made Steve want to say fuck it and climb the man, but he stopped himself. Well until later when he knocked on Eddie's dressing room and the two of them finally got in the same page.
After that, well Steve and Eddie were seen together more and more.
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Fallen StarâJake Sim
Twenty-one - lilo and stitch therapy session. (a/n: i'd appreciate you read this post before reading this chapter <3 p.s sorry if you asked to join the taglist and i answered but didnt add you! i'll make sure to go through everything once again just in case)
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âłâ¶ Synopsis: after being fired and blacklisted from the entertainment industry your life is on the verge of falling apart. An opportunity arises to save you when you get a job offer to work as a personal assistant for ex lead singer of the rock band PARANOIA! and now turned model, nicknamed the nationâs sweetheart- Jake Sim. However his image crumbles quickly when you discover heâs nothing but the devil in disguise.
A story of two hurt souls finding comfort within each other in the most unexpected ways.
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Aftertaste
quinn hughes x indie singer!fem reader
summary: quinn is dragged out to a show at a dive bar, and finds himself drawn to the lead singer...
wc: 5.3k
notes: ive seen a lot of nhl stars x pop girlie reader (a slay every time) but something about the idea of straight laced quinn x indie girl compels me..
As a professional hockey player, it was one of Quinnâs biggest gripes when people told him he only cared about hockey. Mainly because people always said it like it was a bad thing, something they were uncovering that Quinn didnât know about himself. Something he should be ashamed of. But Quinn knew, and he wasnât ashamed at all. Hockey was in his blood, inextricably linked with his real biggest priority. His family. Luckily, hockey and family had always gone hand in hand for Quinn. Even when hockey took him far away from everyone, even when people tried to pit him and his brothers against each other, it never strained their relationships. They all knew it was just the nature of the game. Reaching his dreams, being an impactful player, it took thick skin. All three Hughes boys had been raised with that knowledge.Â
But, that didnât mean things didnât rattle him occasionally. Like now, sitting on a teammateâs couch, trying to savor what he thought would be a chill afternoon sprawling into a quiet evening. Until someoneâs phone rang. Dakota Joshuaâs girlfriend was on the line, trying to convince everyone to go out. Her friend was in a band playing that night, and âthere was no cover, so everyone should come.â Because a bunch of professional athletes worried about paying an entry fee. A couple guys said sure, a couple more said they had plans, and when it was more or less worked out whoâd be going, a few of them turned to look at Quinn. He shook his head, not moving from his slumped lean against the back of the couch. He was tired. And comfortable. So he verbally answers, âIâm not a huge live music guy. But thanks for the invite.âÂ
He hadnât expected his voice to carry through the phone, really just speaking to his teammate. But the girl on the other line mustâve heard, because she scoffed. âIs that Quinn?â her voice crackled through the speaker. âFigures. He couldnât care less about anything that isnât hockey!âÂ
Quinn could hear that she was joking, but it still stung. He didnât even know this girl that well. Why was she looking down on him for prioritizing his job, that he was, frankly, great at? Joshua immediately came to his defense, shooting an apologetic look over his shoulder and saying, âHey, Captainâs locked in. Canât complain, especially with the way the seasonâs going.âÂ
The conversation shifted, and then ended altogether, but Quinn was lost in his thoughts until some of the guys who werenât going to the bar stood up to leave. What would he do with his evening, if he did go home? Slump on his own couch, watch tape or other games on TV that evening, talk to his mom or Jack or Luke, if they were free? Those were all things he enjoyed, that brought him joy, but none of his excuses sounded good enough when the guys asked if he was sure he didnât want to go. So, he lets himself be half-dragged into the bar, and if heâs nursing his beer on the edge of their crowded booth a bit grumpily, hopefully everyone will let it slide. The group of people was bigger than heâd anticipated for a free show at a pretty run down bar. Quinnâs not even sure this is technically a concert, as very few people are lingering anywhere near the stage, and no one seems to be paying any attention to the people tuning instruments up there.Â
âSo, wait, how do you even know this girl?â Quinn hears someone ask, and that brings his attention back to the situation at hand. Joshuaâs girlfriend, clearly pleased to hold the attention of the table, smiles widely.Â
âOh, we went to university together! Itâs been awhile since weâve hung out, but she was always so talented. She never actually made her own music in school though, which I thought was strange. So when she mentioned joining a band, I just knew theyâd be great!âÂ
Awesome. Quinnâs been dragged out to see an amateur musician whoâs a former classmate of someone he barely knows. He might need a couple more beers to make it through this.Â
âWhat kind of music do they play?â Someone else chimed in, apparently not as put off by the previous answer as Quinn was.Â
âIâm not really sure. I think, like, indie rock? She mentioned theyâd be doing a lot of covers, because theyâve just recently started playing together. She said they wanted to go ahead with gigging to work out what kind of sound they wanted for their own music, so cool!âÂ
Quinn was seriously impressed by this girlâs loyalty to her friend. He wouldnât call himself a big indie rock fan, but there were way less palatable genres, so maybe heâd survive after all. He looked towards the stage, at the band tuning their instruments and checking mics, and turned back to the table with a question of his own.Â
âIs she the brunette with the bass?âÂ
âNope!â Joshuaâs girlfriend answered, eyes bright. She obviously hadnât expected Quinn to show any interest. âSheâs not up on stage right now. But that white guitar theyâre sound-checking right now is hers. I recognize it from her Instagram.âÂ
Quinn nodded, curiosity satisfied. Conor rose from the other side of the booth, clearly heading to the bar, so Quinn slid out too, maybe a bit overly eager to step away from the larger group. Lucky for him, they lingered by the bar even after getting their drinks, so Conor was either a mind reader, or just felt similarly. They made easy chatter, and Quinn felt some of the tension in his shoulders unwind. Before heâd even thought of rejoining their other teammates, the bar lights dimmed. Quinn hadnât even realized it was possible to make the space any dimmer. Turning his gaze towards the stage, all the same people as before were settled with their respective instruments, leaving a gap in the middle of the stage. Quinnâs eyebrows raised. A few seconds later, the missing member quietly entered the stage, smiling bashfully.Â
Quinn felt like heâd been hit over the head, and that was putting it mildly. Fiddling with an acoustic guitar, high points of her face getting kissed by a spotlight, the lead singer was maybe the most beautiful girl heâd ever seen.
âHi, everyone. We donât quite have a name, or much original music right now, but weâre gonna play some of our favorite songs for you guys tonight. Hope you enjoy.â Her voice was soft, tinged with nerves, but still warm. Quinn couldnât look away as she adjusted her grip on her guitar one more time, and shared a glance with the bass player on her right. The band started playing, and Quinnâs breath was stolen.Â
They were playing an older song Quinn vaguely recognized, quiet, soft rock. He hadnât really ever considered someoneâs singing honest before, but thatâs how it felt. Clear, sincere. Just singing from the soul, like she would sound the exact same even if the room was completely empty.Â
âYou live your life, you go in shadows
You'll come apart and you'll go blind
Some kind of night into your darkness
Colors your eyes with what's not thereâ
He stood, transfixed, until Conor elbowed his arm and tilted his head towards the booth. He looked like he had some taunts ready, but spared them as the men moved through the mostly quiet room.Â
Back of his neck burning, Quinn slid back into the booth. Most of the group had gone to stand by the stage, bringing the amount of people at the table to a much more manageable amount. For Quinnâs social capabilities, at least. Not that he was paying much attention to anyone at the table, eyes glued to the middle of the stage.Â
The band had launched into their second song, this one apparently not requiring the singer to also play guitar. Quinn appreciated its absence, as it gave him an unobstructed view of her. She was in a sleeveless black mini dress and calf-high boots, which shouldâve been little dressed up for the dingy bar. But, she pulled it off effortlessly, hair down and catching the light as she tossed in time with the music. Quinn certainly wouldnât call himself an expert, but he wasnât even sure if she was wearing makeup other than some lived-in eyeliner. She looked like a girl in a 90âs movie, effortless yet put together, all at once. It was intimidating, but something about her presence was also unmistakably warm and open. Quinn couldnât look away from how she moved with a casual grace, the way her whole body seemed to respond to the song, guiding her voice.Â
âI feel naked when you look my way
You can see it on my face
You're the only reason I came here
You're the only reason I stayed here
And I'm livin' on the aftertaste
Donât you tell me itâs too lateâ
Dancing along to the music was obviously shaking off a lot of her nerves, but even far from the stage, he saw the singerâs cheeks flush as the crowd applauded at the end of the song. Cute. After saddling her acoustic guitar once again, the singer leaned into the microphone.Â
âThis next one is one of my favorite songs. Hope you guys like it.â
âDuring practice sheâd say that about, like, six different songs. I just have to let everyone know.â The person sitting behind a keyboard chimed in, and the singerâs shocked laughter made Quinn feel lightly carbonated. Fizzy, reactive. What was wrong with him?
âIâve got a big heart. Anyway!âÂ
She led the band into the next song, and they continued to play a few more, with minimal commentary. They werenât playing anything Quinn was familiar with, but he didnât really mind letting the music wash over him. The band were talented, and Quinn could see people around the room who clearly did know the songs enjoying themselves, further validating his assessment. At some point, Conor disappears, and brings back new drinks for the both of them, giving him that taunting look again. This time, he delivers.Â
âYou know, I thought you werenât really a live music guy? Seem to be enjoying yourself plenty.â
âOh, shut up.âÂ
âWhat? Just making small talk. Need me to be quiet so you can focus on the music? Maybe sheâll sign your forehead at the merch table later.âÂ
Quinn lets out a long-suffering sigh. Thereâs nothing heâd change about his life, really, but he sometimes dreams of a world where heâs a scary captain that people donât make fun of for their own entertainment. Thatâd show them. He settles, instead, for making fun back, like any respectable adult with younger siblings.Â
âSigned a lot of autographs lately? She could probably teach you how.âÂ
Conor lets out a shocked sound, but their back and forth is cut off by applause echoing through the bar.Â
âThank you!â The singer is once again guitar-less, nervously fiddling with her mic stand with dainty hands that Quinnâs eyes get stuck on. They must be tough, for how deftly she plays her guitar, but they look small. Quinn buries a half-formed thought of brushing against them, holding them in his own. Heâs losing it.Â
âWeâre gonna do a few songs with some different vibes, if thatâs okay with you guys. Weâre still working on pinning down what style of music we really like making as a band, so weâd love to know what you think of these. This first one is called Starling, and itâs actually an original of mine.âÂ
Her cheeks flush at the scattered cheers through the room, and once the song starts, Quinn understands why. The song is raw, subdued instrumentation highlighting her voice. She sings most of it with her eyes shut, but not tightly. Not fearful. Sheâs swaying gently, and her voice soars through the dingy bar.Â
âAnd she says we're the lucky ones
And you know why
To meet another is a miracle, let alone you and I
You and I, you and Iâ
The applause at the end of the song is noticeably louder than the songs before. Quinn claps, and Conor doesnât even make fun of him, because heâs clapping too. The lead guitar player pats the singer on the back as she takes a swig of water and visibly tries to settle her nerves.Â
âOkay, that was scary! Letâs have fun now.âÂ
The next song is folksy and upbeat, old-fashioned. It reminds Quinn of something his parents would listen to. The band really digs into it, the audience responding in turn, and Quinn feels weirdly connected to it all. It reminds him of being on the ice, a good shift where he feels like a live wire and can anticipate the moves of all of his linemates. Everything ramps up towards the end of the song, and itâs actually Conor whoâs shoving Quinn out of the booth, towards their teammates closer to the stage.
âSeems like the last few songs are fun. Let's be social.âÂ
Quinn lets himself be dragged, like he has all night, folding into the group. A couple of the guys seem shocked to see them, Soucy throwing a âWe thought you guys bailed!â over his shoulder. Quinn shrugs, but tries to fake-nonchalantly answer before Garland. Whatever Conor might say would do him no good.Â
âNah, just hanging back at the booth. Still tired from earlier.âÂ
âNice. Theyâre doing a good job up there. Joshuaâs girl is losing her mind.âÂ
Quinn is too, a little, but he refuses to say that out loud. Luckily, theyâre interrupted.Â
âThanks for really getting into that last one. Thatâs one of my favorites.â One of the other band members snickers and starts to interrupt, Quinn sees their teasing smile from where he stands. The singer cuts them off, grinning widely and continuing her sentence,
âThis is our second to last song. Laugh at me if you want, but it truly is my favorite song these days. Not one of my favorites, just my favorite. This is Juna by Clairo. Letâs dance!â
Heâs never heard it before, much like the rest of the set, but this song is definitely his favorite, too. Itâs still playful, but has a sensuality thatâs completely out of left field. Taking the microphone from the stand, the singer slinks across the small open area of the stage. Her hips sway, free hand gesturing with the music, and she looks so good Quinn almost canât bear it. Sheâs singing directly to the audience, confident and present in a way he hadnât seen from her so far. And heâd definitely been paying more attention than heâd admit to anyone.Â
âYou know me, you know me
And I just might know you too, know you
Come to me readyâ
Joshuaâs girlfriend throws her hands up when the singer looks their way, and the singer looks down at her friend with a dazzling smile, sweeping her eyes over the rest of the group. Quinn has a weird instinct to avert his eyes, or run away, but heâs too late. The singer is looking at him. Quinn swears he sees her eyes widen, just a fraction, but the moment breaks, the rhythm moving her across the stage. He spends the rest of the songâ and most of the following oneâ in a daze. He claps when everyone else claps, lets himself be moved like the crowd moves, but heâs mostly just drinking in the singerâs appearance. Her charm, her confidence, itâs magnetic. Heâd be embarrassed, but heâs definitely not the only one looking. And that makes something smolder in him, stifling and warm.Â
âThank you all so much for being here. This was actually our first show all together as a band, so itâs been very special. Enjoy the rest of the evening!âÂ
The audience gives one last hardy round of applause, and the band donât bother with theatrics, unceremoniously beginning to break down all their equipment. Quinn, as per usual, lets himself be led to the bar for another round, and then back to a table. Some of the girls in the group are chatting about how much they liked the set, how theyâd love to see them again, but one comment in particular lands heavy on his brain. Itâs Joshuaâs girlfriend, pretending to be casual when she boasts,
âI told you guys Y/N was amazing! I texted her and told her she should come hang with us for a minute when theyâre all packed up. I hope she has time.âÂ
Conor elbows him. The little shit. Quinn gives him a withering look, but he knows at least one of the other guys had to have noticed the interaction.Â
âOh?â Dakota raises an eyebrow at him. âInterested in meeting Y/N? Didnât really think you cared for live music, Cap. Had to drag you into the bar and all.â
Quinn visualizes the alternate universe where heâs intimidating his teammates, and decides to play dumb in real life.Â
âWho? The only reason I havenât left is because Garland keeps buying me drinks.âÂ
Joshua doesnât quite buy it.Â
âThatâs nice of him. Means you have room for a couple drinks for Y/N on your tab, then. She was the lead singer. Seemed like you were keeping an eye on her.â
âYou know, not a huge live music guy, myself, but Iâve heard when people are onstage youâre supposed to pay attention to them.â Quinn chirps, perhaps belatedly realizing getting defensive about the girl would only make things worse. The guys laugh, and the conversation moves on, so he mustâve said just enough to be let off the hook.Â
Quinn lets his thoughts wander, rather than taking part in the mindless chatter. He really is tired. Everyone will tease him for leaving, but heâs been more than a good sport. Heâs absolutely far surpassed his ânot hockeyâ quota for the day. Just as he decides on getting up and telling everyone goodbye, other people around the table are standing, and some of the girls are fussing. Did someone else decide to leave before him? Even better, he can just tack onto someone elseâs goodbye, slip out with even less attention on him. He gets out of his chair and realizes heâs fallen into a trap of sorts.Â
In the middle of all the commotion is Dakota Joshuaâs girlfriend, bragging about her friend while wrapping her in a tight hug. The lead singer. Sheâs clearly overwhelmed by the enthusiasm, but gives the group a genuine smile.Â
âThis is my boyfriend, Dakota, and these are a bunch of his teammates!â She rattles off their names, as if the singer will remember them, and Quinn feels something inside him ignite when he locks eyes with the girl again.Â
âNice to meet you guys. Thanks for coming out! So glad I didnât realize who you all were until now. I wouldâve freaked out.â The singerâs smile turns shy, and Quinn sees a couple of the guys almost visibly puff up their chests, enjoying the recognition. He is too, sure, but he hopes itâs not too obvious.Â
âBig Canucks fan?â Joshua asks while slinging an arm around his girlfriend, pulling her closer.Â
âBorn and raised. If itâs not too much trouble, Iâd love a picture to send to my parents. Theyâre gonna lose their minds.âÂ
Dakotaâs girlfriend is already whipping out her phone before the singer can finish her sentence, gathering everyone into the frame. Conor, ever the meddler, shoves Quinn towards the center, and he ends up right next to the girl heâs been admiring all evening. He breathes in her clean, citrusy perfume, and isnât sure he remembers to smile for the picture, dazed. Joshuaâs girlfriend looks through the photos and seems pleased, so Quinn must look normal enough.
âThey came out so cute! Y/N, do you have a favorite player? If heâs here letâs get a picture of just you two!â
The singer, Y/N, he mentally corrects, stammers out an excuse, but she seems to quickly learn the lesson Quinn learned in his earliest days in the sport. Give hockey players an obvious weak point, and theyâll exploit it, on or off the ice. A few of the guys tease, lightheartedly, but still pressing for an answer.Â
âUm⊠itâs 43. HughesâŠâ Sheâs avoiding his eye, and the guys are going wild, but Quinn hardly notices. Heâs floating, mentally thanking every extra rep in the gym, every early practice, even his parents for loving the sport so much they passed it onto him. Quinn canât help his small smirk as Joshuaâs girlfriend gestures for Y/N to hand her phone over, opening the camera and telling them to get together and pose.Â
Quinn takes a step closer, hovering his arm around her waist, until he finally catches Y/Nâs eye. He tilts his head, wordlessly questioning. She nods and wraps her own arm behind his back, so he lets his hand settle. Itâs not hard to smile for the picture when heâs pressed against her side. His guys are jeering, but he pays them no mind as Y/N is handed back her phone. Now or never, probably, Quinn thinks to himself. So he dives.Â
âDâyou mind sending those to me?â He asks, trying to keep his voice low amongst all the chaos of the group. He doesnât exactly want commentary as heâs trying to shoot his shot.Â
Y/N blinks up at him, and he finds her visible confusion endearing.Â
âYou want me to send you the pictures of us together?â
Quinn just nods. She blinks some more, brow furrowed.Â
âYeah, sure, I can. Why?âÂ
Quinn wishes he had some witty or charming response, but thereâs something about her straightforwardness that disarms him. She doesnât seem to realize how interested Quinn is, for better or for worse.Â
âWell,â He rubs the back of his neck, âIt was the most casual way I could think of to ask for your number.âÂ
At that, Y/Nâs eyes widen, but she also smiles in a coy way that makes Quinn think he might be in over his head.Â
âOh! Well, in that case, Iâd be more than happy to send you those pictures.â She hands Quinn her phone, already open to a new contact, and he takes it from her outstretched hand.
âYou guys did great up there, by the way. Especially for a first show. I never wouldâve guessed.â
Y/N gives him that warm, happy smile, and he melts.Â
âThank you! I havenât performed in front of a crowd since middle school choir, so Iâm honestly just proud I made it through the set at all.â
Quinn, once again, is floored. Sure, she seemed anxious at first, but he still gets visibly nervous before stepping on the ice all these years later. The idea of doing something for the very first time with so much grace makes him jealous, in a weird way. He doesnât know how to express all that to a stranger, so he doesnât.Â
âReally? You looked at home up there.â
Y/Nâs gaze softens a bit, something that wasnât quite shynessâ maybe vulnerabilityâ creeping in.Â
âThat means a lot. Itâs something Iâve always dreamed about, always craved. But I was too scared until really recently.â
âThatâs really brave.â he responds, thrilled by her flushed cheeks and bashful smile.
âThatâs funny,â Y/N says, taking a step closer, holding steady eye contact now, âI find it really brave to hold onto your childhood dreams. I never had that strength.â
Now Quinn is the one flushing. Of course, plenty of people praise his hard work, but many also say his success was handed to him. Heâd never deny his good fortune; his amazing parents were certainly the foundation and entry point for his dream. But, he couldnât have gotten to this point if it was just his parentsâ dream for him. He held firm through a lot of exhaustion, pain, and uncertainty. Someone else acknowledging that makes all of the old feelings almost tangible. Itâs an uncomfortable sensation for Quinn, one he doesnât like to linger on.
âIt takes a village.â He answers, trying to sound at ease. Y/N laughs.
âHow diplomatic! I forget you guys get media trained.â
At that, Quinn laughs, too. Heâs fascinated by the discerning sharpness that almost underscores the warmth and openness the girl projects. As if, somehow, sheâs looking right through him, but she likes what she sees. He wants to see more of her, in turn.Â
âYouâll need some of that too, soon enough. I bet the bandâs gonna get big.â
âLet me get used to playing in dive bars first, even just thinking about anything bigger is going to give me a panic attack for the foreseeable future.â
âYou donât wanna come sing the anthem at a game?â Quinn canât help but tease, rewarded by Y/Nâs eyes going wide.Â
âThat honestly makes my knees weak. Do you ever get used to playing in front of all those people?â
Quinn tilts his head, considering his answer. He doesnât want to sound full of himself, but he wants to be honest.Â
âA lot of times, Iâm not really thinking about the audience. Iâm just focused on the ice. But, when the crowd gets really worked up, it can definitely impact the game.â
Y/N nods, brow furrowed as she thinks over his answer.Â
âFor better or for worse? Depends on where you are?â
âYeah,â Quinn answers with a smile, but itâs tight around the edges. âSome places can be fun to play but not exactly welcoming.â
âThatâs so interesting. I never thought about how much of the game is mental. No wonder you guys try to be so even-tempered in interviews and stuff.â
Quinnâs lips lift into a smirk.Â
âYou watch a lot of my interviews?â
Y/N huffs, rolling her eyes, but he sees her cheeks darken a bit.
âOh, hush. I mean, like, whoever gets star of the game or whatever. Always giving generic answers.âÂ
Sheâs certainly not wrong. Quinn wants to keep talking, but the bass player of the band steps into the conversation, with an impish smile and hand on Y/Nâs shoulder.Â
âSorry to interrupt, but Y/N, do you still want a ride? Iâm about to head out.â
âYes, please.â Y/N replies, and if Quinn wants to believe thereâs a bit of reluctance in her tone, he will. She turns back to him with an apologetic smile that certainly helps his interpretation. âIt was really nice meeting all of you guys. Thanks again for coming out. Weâll absolutely be bragging at every show about how the Canucks were at our very first gig.âÂ
âOf course,â Quinn replies. âWeâll have to get you guys out to a game soon.â
âA cultural exchange, of sorts.â The bassist chimes in with a laugh. Y/N shakes her head, but Quinn laughs along.
âExactly! See you guys around.â
If he watches the two girls walk away, heart thudding when Y/N looks over her shoulder to wave goodbye, thatâs between him⊠and Conor, who scurried over the second the musicians walked away to clap a hand on Quinnâs shoulder and shout something that sounded vaguely like âAttaboy!â. He mustâve had a few more rounds after the show ended.Â
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A few days later, Quinnâs just getting home from an early morning practice when his phone buzzes. He mindlessly opens the notification, not realizing it was a text from an unsaved number until heâs staring at pictures of him and Y/N, with a caption that makes the corner of his lips raise. He saves the contact, and pretends heâs not looking at the photos some more.Â
From: Y/N đ€
so⊠whenâs the next game? :)
To: Y/N đ€
Coincidentally, tomorrow. You guys free?
Quinn busies himself with preparing lunch, refusing to sit idle by his phone, as much as he wants to. When he sits down with his food a while later, he allows himself a glance at his messages, as a reward for his restraint.Â
we donât have to do the anthem, right?
Not this time. Just show up and have fun. As long as we get some tickets to the next gig, of course
well then⊠iâd love to!Â
everyone else says they already have plans :(
Quinn takes a deep, calming breath, trying to summon up some courage. He thinks of Y/N, wide eyed and beautiful, calling him brave, but the image actually makes him more nervous. He shoots off a text anyway, before he can overthink it too much.Â
Tough crowd. But you still wanna go? We could grab dinner or drinks after
He does a few laps around his apartment, wearing down his rug a bit more, before his phone buzzes. Quinnâs not proud of how quickly he dives back onto the couch, but at least no one is around to see.Â
i was hoping youâd say that :)Â
see you then!
Well, that settles that. Quinn does a few more nervous laps, suddenly feeling keyed up despite very recently finishing a grueling practice. Heâs trying to mentally settle himself before he does something dumb, like tear through his closet and stare at every game day suit he has and decide he hates them all. But, heâs not quite sure where to put all the nervous energy he has. He forces himself to sit back down, thumbs moving across his phone screen.Â
Need any gear? I can have someone bring you some
He doesnât want to name the feeling that compelled him to ask. But it grows when, a few minutes later, Y/N answers. Itâs another picture, but not from the other night. A mirror selfie. Sheâs in leggings and a Canucks jersey, facing forward but twisted just enough for Quinn to read the backwards 43 on her arm. His stomach soars, or free falls, heâs not quite sure which.
[image]
born and raised fan, remember? my parents would disown me if i showed up to a game without a jersey
He decides to play it cool, trying to slow his heart rate by joking around. Â
Looks good, outdated though. Gotta get a C patch
Y/Nâs response is quick, like sheâd been waiting around for his reaction. Quinn tries not to think about it too hard, tries not to put too much stake into all of these little signs that a girl like Y/N is interested in him.Â
đ not all of us have an equipment team
Iâll take care of it. See you tomorrow, Y/N
see yaaaaaa
good luck! đ
Quinn swears he moves through the rest of his day like normal. He goes through the motions, and he tries to pay as little attention as possible to his wandering thoughts. Heâs used to fixating on hockey, trying to predict how games will go. Forecasting what will go right, and, maybe more importantly, what will go wrong. Heâs built his career off of his attention to detail, his extra effort. Itâs easy, and comfortable, to prepare for games with his team. As the hours go by, inching ever closer to puck drop, he canât deny his excitement. For the opportunity to keep playing the game he loves, with his guys, for their fans. And maybe, just maybe, he also pictures Y/N, swathed in one of his jerseys with red cheeks from the cold of the rink, wearing that bright smile. He thinks about taking her on a date after the game, and how badly he wants to impress her, like she impressed him with her music. Thank goodness, heâs been working all his life to rise to the occasion when heâs out on the ice.
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hiding a playlist/song recs in this fic bc i love u all.. songs directly referenced are fade into you by mazzy star, aftertaste by katie gavin (title inspo!), and juna by clairo! the "original song" is actually starling by sarah kinsley, and her music is GORGEOUS i highly recommend if you like indie singer/songwriter vibes.
some other artists i'd recommend you listen to ~for the vibes~:
phoebe bridgers, boygenius, mitski, fiona apple, and the newest beabadoobee album was super inspirational for this!!
if u made it this far you should send me a song rec of your own hehe
#quinn hughes x fem!reader#quinn hughes#quinn hughes x reader#quinn hughes imagine#quinn hughes fic#qh43#nhl fic#nhl imagine
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Yan Batfam x Singer! Single mom! Martha lookalike! Reader
( I know itâs a lot but they are all important to the plot)
Part 1:Beginnings and first encounters
You are Bruceâs bio daughter. Your mom, who didnât know who the father of her kid was, gave you up to your aunt to be raised by them, but you didnât know until your adoptive parentâs funeral that you werenât their biological daughter. You had twins recently with a shitty ex of yours who you broke up with not long before the funeral after he tried to hurt your daughter for crying.
After the funeral, where you learn that your bio mom wasnât sure who your bio dad was, but that she knew he lived in Gotham, you decide to move to Gotham. In part due to your biological father, in part due to avoiding your ex(who had refused to be listed on the birth certificate since you gave birth during a break in your relationship), and in part due to the basically free house your bio mom had owned in Gotham. So, you moved with the twins to an abandoned, slightly dilapidated house just outside of Crime Alley, and got yourself to work.
You got a job at the Ice berg Lounge, in part due to there being an opening, and in part due to you helping two women who worked there who apparently worked right under Mr. Cobblepot?
You quickly got a reputation as a singer with a knack for knowing just what song fit a customer. It was a bit of a game between you and the other workers, where they would point out a person and you would sing a song based on their vibes. You always managed your hit home with your songs, leading to you becoming one of the most popular performers at the Iceberg Lounge.
Thatâs what leads to Red Hood coming in one night. He had heard about you from a few of his men, and wanted to know what all the hype was about.(This take place after the Red Hood arc, where he has already been established as a crime boss and the Batfamily know his identity, but he hasnât made up with any of them)
Cobblepot asked you to sing a song for Red, and pointed him out to you. You knew who he was, you were just outside his area, and honestly you kind of liked what he was doing for the community, so you were willing to preform, even offering to sing two songs about him(something you had only done a few times with regulars who you really liked.
Jason accepted. You started off with Youâre Gonna Go Far, Kid by The Offspring. You didnât usually do a lot of rock songs, but that song resonated with you when you looked at him.(Jason loved the song. It was angry but fighting music, and your voice was really good. He understood why so many of his men praised your music(he just couldnât understand why you looked so familiar))
The next song was different. You didnât usually sing two songs, and the few times you did, people tended to vary reactions, from shock to anger to accidentally setting off a break down. But you had promised. You just hoped Red Hood wouldnât hate you for the next song(you didnât understand why it felt so right to sing the next song, when it didnât seem like a Red Hood song, but you didnât want to question it now.)
Then, you sang Good for you by Olivia Rodrigo, and everyone froze. (Jason didnât know how you knew this anger of his. How did you know how he felt about Bruce replacing him? How did you know?) No one understood the song, especially when the recipient was a murderous crime boss, but they didnât interrupt.
After you finished the song, you looked at Red Hood. He was sitting ramrod straight. You couldnât see his face, but his posture was very tense. Slowly, he stood up, and walked to the stage. You didnât know what you expected, but it wasnât for him to drop $200 in your tip jar, and leave without a word.(Jasonâs head was spinning. The green wasnât invading, but it surrounded the edges of his vision. He needed to leave. He had to come back again, probably as a civilian, but for now, he needed to leave.)
After that, you got even more visitors, and a raise in your salary. You even made a new friend, Jason, and you were even starting to consider sending your kids to daycare instead of a baby sitter(you wouldnât do that. You liked your arrangement with the street kids, where you would pay them in food and cash to watch your kids during the day. You liked taking care of them, but they needed to feel like they were doing stuff for you, so you didnât make a fuss.)
Then, the Joker got out of Arkham.
Edit: I hope you guys enjoy this. This will probably be a series. Iâve had this idea for ages but never got around to it before now. This isnât related to my Bruce or Jason series, which I will do, but I just wanted to finally put the on here. Please comment any suggestions for the kids names, or what you want to see next!
#yandere#yandere batfam x reader#yandere jason todd#Martha Wayne look alike#daughter reader#singer reader#single mom reader#platonic yandere batfam#platonic yandere
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PAC: What Do You Need to Know About Your Love Life Right Now?
Hello beautiful people. The topic of today's reading will be about love! This is my first PAC love reading that is features photos of the Queen of Love Songs herself, cause why not? I try to vary in topics so that I can deliver diversity amongst my reading topics. I do offer personal love readings as well as financial, career, education, general and readings about the other relationships in your life. Without further ado, please choose the image of Beyoncé that resonates with you that resonates with you.
Top Left-to-Bottom Right (1-4):
Pile 1: Pile One, youâre down bad, girl! I feel like this pile is in a monogamous relationship right now and you may be scared of what is to come. I feel like this relationship is new. This could be your first serious relationship that youâve been in. And because of this, you feel afraid to mess anything up. Basically, you have high standards for this and donât want it to end. There is nothing wrong with feeling this way. Itâs common. But you need to be exerting this passionate energy into other things as well. Your relationship will only fail if you stop putting effort into it. So please⊠relax. Also, please stop letting any other failed attempts of relationships that youâve had in the past affect your future. I donât know why you let this happen but you are not the same person you were then. You have different boundaries and a different sense of self so please go easy on yourself, my love! You are not going to fail, boo. Just keep on moving with your boo! And lastly, ease into this whole exclusivity thing. Donât rush it. You donât have to expose your relationship to the public just yet. Do everything when your body feels it is right.
Cards Used: Temperance, Ace of Cups, Ace of Discs, 2 of Swords, Princess of Wands, 6 of Discs, 5 of Cups.
extras: dramatic. singer-songwriter. poet. dimples. big curly hair. big heart.
Pile 2: Pile Two, youâre quite the cocky one, arenât you? I feel like this pile is someone thatâs really guarded with their heart. You donât seem to be easily trusting of others in general. I think youâre really focused on making stuff happen in terms of climbing the social ladder and congratulations to you! I feel like you have been tending to yourself, which is great. Iâm sensing the energy of an ex. You let go of this crappy ex and everything has gotten significantly better. Iâm getting big air sign energy from this pile, some real brainiacs are here lol. I feel like you should continue to focus on pursuing your personal goals and someone needs to here this: Go get your toes done! Youâve been doing an excellent job of calling the shots and exercising your throat chakra. You are not obligated to stay in anyoneâs life in order to help them get their shit together so if someone makes you feel guilty for doing so, then fuck them! Pile Two, you owe yourself loyalty for sure. Please give it to yourself. Be generous towards yourself.
Cards Used: 6 of Wands, The Magician, 5 of Wands, 8 of Cups, 9 of Wands, Ace of Swords, Justice.
extras: megan thee stallion. rapper. un poco loco. ashley tisdale. donuts.
Pile 3: Pile Three, are you ready? I feel like youâve been holding onto this very specific arrangement of love. You want to experience the magic of it all. However, itâs been a minute since youâve been on the scene. I am getting some inexperience here. Maybe youâve never really dated like that to begin with or itâs been a minute since youâve gotten out there. I feel like there is actually someone on the horizon that you will come across. This could be someone that you work with or someone that you are already acquainted with. I think that this person would want to take you out on dates and do things the old fashioned way. They would be willing to do whatever youâd like but at the same time, they will take the lead. But in order for this, you have to be comfortable with the uncomfortable. Itâs possible that you could also be divorced/widowed/distrusting of the dating scene (thatâs completely understandable). But you need to listen to your gut, Pile Three. You will attract your person by keeping that vision pinned in the back of your mind, and I mean it.
Cards Used: 4 of Discs, The Lovers, The Chariot, 3 of Discs, The Hermit, 9 of DIscs.
extras: fresh prince of bel air. melanie barnett/âmed school.â peaches. lint. seamstress.
Pile Four, someoneâs getting some good good, but at what cost? Being in a sexual relationship with someone who does not share the same end goal as you is not as fun as youâve been describing it. It was fun at first, but you know you want something more. So, why deny yourself the love that you want? I feel like you are putting in more energy than this person because you want something serious with them but you are not getting anything in return. Now you just feel drained and that sucks. You need to gather the strength to move past this person and put your sacral energy into something that matters. You will only continue to be disappointed because it is a one-sided connection. That person is stealing your energy whether you want to hear it or not. If you want better/more, then act like it. Know your worth, babe! Thereâs plenty of fish in the sea and there is plenty of fish that would want to wife you up.
Cards Used: The Devil, 9 of Cups, Princess of Cups, 8 of Wands, King of Wands, 4 of Cups, Strength, 5 of Discs, Prince of Discs.
extras: doormat. bald head. venus in the 12th house. argentina. frankenstein. black and white. southern belle. drones. washington d.c.
#law of assumption#manifesting#neville goddard#hoodoo#tarot#tarotreading#astro notes#pick a card#pick a pile#divination#spirituality#tarotcommunity#pac reading#tarot deck#pick an image#daily tarot#free tarot#pick a reading#tarot cards#tarot pull
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Veneer x Famale Reader. First experience of smoking weed
TW drug use
!!all characters are adults!!
tags: fluff and nothing more
âAre you sure Velvet wonât find us here?â - Veneer asks with a slight nervous laugh, his eyes running along the corridor while you lead him by the hand to the door to the entrance to the dressing room. You have recently become the twins' new assistant after Crimp was ordered to find a replacement for herself. Anyway, this washcloth did the job. Having not tiny sizes, and the same appearance as the singers themselves, you were able to find a common language with the two of them. In any case, for the most part, to Veneer. Velvet's arrogant tone and permissive nature still sends slight shivers down your spine. Be that as it may, now you are taking one of your âbossesâ to the dressing room, all in order to smoke one joint for two. Who would have thought that Veneer could suddenly become interested in the fact that sometimes you relax after work in the company of well-rolled paper, marijuana. The singer, of course, is nervous, this is his first time in such matters, he certainly cannot say that Velvet did not do this, but he definitely did not.
"Um haha, you know we could find a better place than the dressing room..." -The pop diva says a little incredulously, he cracks a wry smile when you turn around to look him in the face.
"Don't worry, it's evening, Vel has no reason to appear here at such a late time, she's probably busy with her routine affairs, and besides, for some reason you decided to put windows in the dressing room..so we found a use for it."
Your voice sounds cheerful and relaxed, finally you both enter the room, locking it with a key from the inside.
"You know, I'm still not completely su.." - Before he can finish him sentence, you roll your eyes, take out of your pocket an iron box with neatly folded joints, and taking one out, set it on fire.
"After you, princess" -You answer with a slight teasing note in your voice, handing Venir the already lit joint.
the guy just rolls his eyes at your stupid impudence, a slight, slightly stupid grin plays on his lips, as if he has finally adopted your relaxed mood. Bringing the roll of marijuana to his lips, he takes a puff for no more than 2 seconds, leaving a green lipstick mark on the paper. Immediately after inhaling, Veneer coughs a little, putting his hand to his throat and making a face in disgust.
âS-smoke, it went straight into my throat, itâs just disgusting, and it hurts too!â
Veneer looks unhappy, he frowns and feels a lot of saliva accumulating in his mouth. Looking at this, you can't help but laugh at him, although you try.
âWell, of course you didnât like it, actually, you donât have to cough when smoking,â you say ironically, shaking your head and taking the joint from his hands. Taking a puff of 5 seconds, which seemed like an eternity for the guy, you hold the smoke in your lungs, and then release it back.
"See? There's nothing complicated"
Veneer looks surprised, to be honest he has never seen you smoke before, you pass the joint into his hands again for a second try. This time, taking a puff in less than 2 seconds, the green-haired handsome man was able to hold out without coughing, exhaling smoke, reproachfully saying, âStill, this is disgusting.â
After about half an hour of such shenanigans, you and your trusty drinking buddy were well stoned, a stupid stoned expression on both of your faces. âokay, I take my words back, this...isnât as bad as I said the first time, lol, but still, you wonât lure me here again without weedâ - There was clearly something...sarcasm in Veneerâs words? Yes, most likely. Sitting on a chair side by side, your shoulders touching his, you had already finished smoking an unfortunate joint 10 minutes ago, not even noticing that all this time you had been sitting in silence, breathing the smoke you made, intertwining your hands together, lying on his hip, in in a gentle manner.
The cheek on which you were lying, leaning on his bony shoulder, was already well numb, but either from the high you donât care about it, or maybe you donât want to waste this moment? Lazily turning his gaze to the pop starâs face before saying anything, he notices this and abruptly leaves a light kiss on your forehead, leaving a barely noticeable trace of the almost erased green lipstick.
"Still, I think you can lure me here again, even without the weed.."
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this is my first post of this kind, and I hope you like it. I'm not a native eng speaker, so I apologize in advance if any mistakes were madeđ
#trolls veneer#veneer x reader#velvet trolls#trolls 3#velvet and veneer#character x reader#trolls band together#veneer trolls#fanfic#trolls 1#trolls 2
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infernal - terzo x f!reader - part five
art by the incredibly talented @piaart!
authorâs note: finally have this finished but man is it hard to be satisfied. i keep wanting to work on it and work on it but i also really wanted to get this out! also don't even know if this is good teehee. lots of awkward here. 4.9k words. part one/two/three/four. ao3 linky.
The date is going surprisingly well. You chose an Italian spot (ha!) and have had your fill of lobster ravioli and Cabernet Sauvignon all while you learned more about Dylan since he graduated high school. Went to a state school in the middle of bumblefuck, drank and drank some more, got overly into the college culture (emphasis on cult) and tipped a few cows in his time. It aligns perfectly with the slivers of information Catherine gave you through the years, though heâs mentioned nothing of the steady college girlfriend he supposedly had. Interesting. You laugh at his dumb jokes. Youâre smiley. But it does feel like an act thatâs partially fueled by alcohol and having someoneâs attention on you.
Heâs still talking but youâre admiring his small, button nose, how his brunette locks shape his face and his bright smile. You canât help but think his face is a little too smooth, though. Has this boy been through anything meaningful? Has he suffered at all in his shiny little life? Your mind drifts back to Terzoâs rough hands and how they felt on you earlier that day. He forced you to your knees and it was clear that it wasnât the first time heâs done so. You can still taste him on your tongue.
âYou havenât told me about your job! Arenât you like an assistant?â Dylan snaps you out of it and you offer a shy smile.
âYeah! I had to get out of that call center, man. It was like draining my life force. Not that this isnât difficult but itâs nice to not be yelled at by some rando on the phone for hours a day.â You toy with your glass of wine.
âSo, like what do you assist in? Is it just you?â
Huh. Youâve never really explained exactly what you do to anyone. Not even Catherine or Erica â you only really focused on Him. That wonât go over too well in this situation, will it?
âItâs just me and itâs mainly house maintenance right now. My bossâ place was a disaster when I started.â Perhaps the most watered down description of your job.
âSo youâre like⊠youâve cleaned it up?â Thereâs judgment in his voice thatâs immediately sobering. He stares at you blankly.
âI guess I meant more like projects. The last big one was fixing up his yard. I had to manage the budget and scheduling of the landscapers and stuff.â Your voice is flat.
âOh, okay gotcha.â Dylan nods and he is back to smiling. Youâre seething on the inside. Was your answer acceptable to him? âWhatâs your boss like? Is he a guy?â
What the.
âYeah, heâs a guy. Heâs a little weird. Definitely eccentric. Iâve tried not to pry too much into his personal life, you know. Boundaries and all that, but when I first started he had me sort out some of his things and it looked like he used to be the lead singer in a band.â Another oddly phrased question. At least now youâve been prompted to bring up the man you havenât been able to stop thinking about.
âOh, shit! That sounds awesome! What band?â
Oh, do you hesitate. A long silence stretches between you two.
âIâm⊠Iâm not sure I should say. I donât want to blow up his spot or anything.â Youâre sheepish suddenly and Dylan notices.
âAw, come on. Who am I gonna tell?â A good question. You drum your fingers on the table, thinking about how youâve never really told anyone who your boss actually is.
âCatherine will tell me if she finds out.â A warning, last one until the big reveal. Dylan nods enthusiastically, some of his hairs falling into his forehead. For a split second you think that maybe if you were younger with much less life experience perhaps he would be perfect for you. But you know too much and you know that he wouldnât be able to give you what you want. âIt was Ghost.â
âOh.â He makes a face and leans back in his chair.
âOh? Sorry, is that not impressive enough?â
âNo, no. Itâs still cool. Theyâre just⊠I donât know.â
Do you continue this conversation? Do you care what he thinks? You donâtâŠbut your curiosity gets the better of you.
âWhat is it, Dylan? Are they lame? Iâve tried to⊠you know, not dig too deep into it because I feel like that would affect my professionalism.â That and you didnât want to completely pry into the manâs life.
âOh, I get that. Uhhh, I mean theyâre not REALLY metal. They say theyâre metal but theyâre not so itâs just a little weird.â He shrugs and crosses his arms. You knit your brows together because you have absolutely no idea what heâs talking about.
âRight. Okay.â
âYeah, I mean, they are basically like pop. Not metal, not at all.â He sounds so impassioned and you nod along but it feels inappropriate. Why is he so pressed? It turns you off even more and you do everything in your power to get this date wrapped up. You are done drinking and youâre too full for dessert. Responses shorten and eventually youâre out front on the sidewalk waiting for an Uber. Dylan has insisted on waiting with you and hovers just a bit too closely by your side. He seems a little oblivious to how this date has gone, bless his heart.
âWell, this is me.â Awkward, so awkward. You move to get into the car but Dylan stops you by your arm and leans in for a kiss. Itâs truly over before it starts, a quick peck before he pulls away with a smirk. You are dying on the inside.
âWeâll hang out again soon, yeah?â
âSure. Yes.â You lie and hurry into the Uber, wanting nothing more than this wretched day to finally end.
Terzo blinks awake. The cool air of the night pricks his cheeks. Leaves crunch beneath his soggy socks. He coughs, blood spilling from his mouth and splattering on his thick chest hair. A robe hangs loosely from his shoulders. Terzoâs eyes drift down to his hand to see heâs wearing his black gloves with sharp, golden nails. He squints and thereâs something black stuck to one of the points. Gaze drifts to where he is. His driveway. A breeze rolls by that sends shivers down his spine as his eyes focus on your car.
Heâs slashed one of your tires.
Terzo cackles wildly upon this realization. This is new even for him and his weird, otherworldly tendencies. Could be straight up mental illness. He takes a few lumbering steps forward before crouching to eye the tire, surveying the damage. Completely shredded with the rim touching the ground. Thereâs a familiar buzzing in his skull, a buzz that he used to get while performing. How far he had fallen. Still, heâs delighted with himself. A fitting punishment for the way you crushed him earlier. What hubris you had for leaving your car on his property. Rage shoots through him for a quick moment, the thought of you spending the night with your date crossing his mind. Would this boy drop you off in the morning? He could plan for that.
In his fits of unsatisfying sleep, ideas for being cruel sprang to his mind. Heâs settled on ignoring you for most of tomorrow, to have you toil away waiting for any kind of attention but to no avail. Terzo would be watching you the whole day, of course, hidden away in dark corners and peering down from atop the grand staircase. He has always been the best at sneaking around undetected out of all of his brothers, having avoided so many moments where his father could have reamed him out due to this expertise. Primo and Secondo werenât so lucky.
Sharp pang in his chest from thinking about them.
No, no. He must focus on you. He pushes the thoughts back to the void. Youâll be trapped here at the end of your workday because of this, wouldnât you? Thatâs when heâll reveal himself. Heâll torture you. Tease the information of your date out of you.
How well could it have gone when you are so devoted to him?
The house is cold without him, a shiver running down your spine every time you found yourself in a dark corridor. You try to keep your thoughts to a minimum and are somewhat thankful that the contractor was able to come today. Heâs a quiet man but seems to enjoy your cheerfulness which breathes life into an otherwise miserable day. Between directions and answering questions, you would wander the first floor and hover by the stairs, listening for any signs of life only to hear silence. The last time you saw him flits through your mind â the pressure of the hand on your neck that forced you to the ground seconds after he angrily spat in your face seconds after he kissed you. What the hell. You should be furious at him for treating you that way, for leaping over the carefully placed boundaries the two of you have been dancing around for weeks.
But instead you sigh dreamily. You burn for him. Cheeks grow hot just from thinking about his rough hands on you. You hope heâs okay. And youâre sure he is, heâs a big boy.
The fact that youâre more worried about his feelings than you are about potentially losing your job over this is not lost on you. Youâve lived in constant fear of getting fired over the smallest mistakes since the start of this job but you are oddly calm about this situation. This feels like a natural progression. There was going to be a time where you had to confront this strange connection and you would rather it happen sooner rather than later with the way things have been going. As painful as it would be (emotionally AND financially) to say goodbye to him maybe it would be best for it be sooner rather than later.
The day goes by at a painfully slow pace with no sign of him. Anxiety builds and builds as you watch your clock tick down on your phone. Youâve taken to painstakingly wiping down every single mirror on the first floor (there is an absurd amount of them) because it takes up time and gives you something to focus one. After a while interacting with the contractor becomes painful for you, too heightened to be able to function in a normal social setting. You send him home early with a smile, being Friday and all, and you continue carrying out your mirror mission. This takes you to around 4:30 at which point you say âfuck itâ and decide itâs time for bed! What is the point of even being here anymore when you could be under your comforter with a pint of chocolate chip ice cream as you ponder your existence?
It was an easy decision.
You meander out the front door, making sure not to slam it shut but have it at least be somewhat loud to announce your exit. Yes, you are stooping that low. A quick wave of relief washes over you because you made it. The day is over and while the issue looms you are at least out of his domain. Car keys jingle in your pocket. You make quick work of the walk from the porch to your car until the state of your tire stops you in your tracks.
âOh my god!â Youâre in disbelief. Itâs like an animal chewed through the rubber. Your rim is on the ground. Tears start to well up in your eyes. This is it. This is the thing thatâs pushed you over the edge today. A frustrated screech bubbles up your chest.
âCome back inside.â
You freeze as soon as you hear his voice. Spinning on heel, you turn to face him. Heâs standing with his arms crossed, leaning against a column on the porch. His dress shirt is the darkest black youâve ever seen, partially unbuttoned to show off thick chest hair and cut slacks show off his strong thighs. Did he get dressed up for you? His paint is crisp and hair is slicked back neatly. Fuck, he looks good*.*
âI can get an Uber?â A question as if youâre asking him permission, taking a few tentative steps towards him.
âHmmm. No. Iâll call you a driver.â A rough response but you canât help but feel warmth blossom in the pit of your stomach. âGet back inside.â Terzo growls, his gaze stern and pointed. He leaves you alone in his front yard. You feel silly by how hard your heart hammers in your chest but this is what youâve been wanting all day. A moment passes by and you work up your courage to go inside and take your punishment. Thoughts of your shredded tire fade.
You walk inside the foyer and follow the sound of clinking glasses, finding him at the bar in the den. Terzoâs gaze falls to you then he directs you to the couch with his eyes. You silently follow the order and sit on one of the couch cushions furthest away from him. Thereâs a lump in your throat, fidgeting with your hands as you wait for him to join you. Eventually he turns around to face you with two drinks in his hand, one a red martini with a lime green umbrella and the other a pint full of something gross looking - not beer but still brown? His face is blank and you try to match his energy but itâs hard to keep your blush at bay. You reach out to take the martini from him but he pulls it back out of your grasp and instead presses the pint into your hand. The smell fills your nostrils: whiskey. Yuck. He runs a hand through his hair as he takes a seat on the other side of the couch, allowing for plenty of space between you two.
âYouâve called the driver already, right?â
âYes.â He rolls his eyes but youâre still not sure you believe him.
Terzoâs arm stretches across the back of the couch, gloves just brushing your shoulder. Your grip on your whiskey tightens. This isnât his usual charming aloofness, thereâs something cold and cruel bubbling beneath the surface. Still, you want nothing more than to speak to him, even if heâs obviously pissed at you. He lifts his other hand up to his face, admiring the sharp golden nails adorned to his leather gloves. Eyes slowly drag from them to settle on you, gaze so piercing and yet uninterested in you.
âSo, you had him pick you up here, si?â
âYeah, butââ
âDrink.â He points at your glass and narrows his eyes. Not playing around. You do as he says and take a sip. âKeep drinking.â Lip twitches in a faint show of satisfaction as you bring the glass up back to your lips and take a deep gulp. Thereâs delight in his eyes and youâre more than happy to play the game just to see more of it. Your eyes twitch and you cough once you set the glass, the whiskey burns your throat.
âIt was convenient for him.â Words are rough from the sting of alcohol.
âOhh, was it now?â Terzo growls and digs his nails into the couch, tearing into the fabric. The sound gives you goosebumps. You open your mouth but heâs too quick. âFinish your drink.â He snaps, daggers for eyes that sends a chill down your spine. You swallow thickly and toy with your glass with the tips of your fingers before bringing it back up to your lips. Head tips back, the room swirls and you swallow down the rest of the liquid.
âGross. Ugh.â Grimacing as you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. âItâs less of a drive for him and Iâm a pushover, okay?â You sigh, only partially joking. His eyes noticeably soften. You sink deeper into the cushion. âI said yes to this date because it was with my best friendâs older brother who Iâve known forever and Iâve always had a crush on him.â Terzoâs fingers shift from the couch to your shoulder, his nails just short of tearing through your shirt, his anger coming back up to a simmer just below the surface, but you continue on unafraid.
âI had to see what would happen. You have to understand⊠you build the thing up in your head as something perfect and special but then when you actually actually experience itâŠâ You deflate and you eyes wander away from him, wanting to look anywhere else. âItâs never as good as you imagined it. Plus, he was a garbage kisser.â You immediately regret the words as soon as you say them. They hang heavy in the air and the air catches in your lungs. You feel him shift on the couch but you canât bring yourself to look until his his hand curls around by back of your neck and forces you to look at him. Eyes sharp like knives.
âYou let him kiss you.â A statement, not a question. Terzo makes you watch as he slinks closer to you. Thereâs like a current coming off of him right now that has you paralyzed even though you so badly want to protest. You whimper, words getting caught in your throat as he reaches for you. He grabs you by your waist with the tips of his claws poking against your skin, that delicious danger teasing you as always. âHow did it compare?â Terzo trills, a charming smile with vicious edge. Hoo boy. Blood rushes to your cheeks.
âIt didnât compare at all.â You whisper as you try to sink as far into the couch as possible. Not because you donât want to be close to him but youâre confused. Everything about this feels like a trap, like one wrong answer could set him alight but youâre not exactly fighting it. Instincts are telling you to run but you stay exactly where you are. Terzoâs hand drift up your sides, suggestively squeezing you in all the right places until heâs holding you by your shoulders. Heâs smiling wider than before and thereâs glee in his eyes â heâs pleased with you. A torrent of heat shoots through your core. He doesnât say anything, merely taking in your reactions to his touches. His finger tips glide across your top, nearly clipping right through it until his hands settle around your throat. He squeezes just enough to make you gasp for air, then leans in to you, pressing his forehead against yours. You can feel his hot breath on your lips.
Tease.
âI could hurt you.â Terzo muses against your lips, lashes fluttering and eyes wide. Thereâs a slight tug at the corner of his mouth. Silence passes comfortably between the both of you as you take in each otherâs breaths and warmth.
âI know. Iâm⊠afraid of that. But itâs why Iâm here.â You feel drunk, the words just tumbling out of you but you donât care anymore. He is so close to kissing you that you can nearly taste him but instead he pulls away with a wry smile.
âYour glass is empty.â Terzo snickers and then jumps up in a way that can only be described as cat-like, snatching the glass from your hands. Youâre left hot and bothered as he turns his back to you to saunter over to the bar. Alone with your thoughts while you watch him pour you another generous whiskey. Oh no. Oh no. You can still taste it on your tongue and it is not for you. But when he turns around with the warmth and charm youâve been wanting all doubts are gone. Youâre going to be messy tonight and thatâs just that. When he turns back to face you heâs at least given you half of what he did the first time, walking slowly over to where youâre sitting on the couch.
He looms over you as your eyes drift up to meet his gaze and he audibly growls. You suck in a sharp breath, your nails digging into the soft flesh of your thighs. Terzo lifts a hand up and brushes his thumb along your jaw before tilting your chin up. He brings the glass to your lips and tips it back. You part your lips, the whiskey burning as it spills down your throat. He continues to pour until you canât keep up with it and it leaks out of your mouth and down your cheeks. You gasp and he flings the glass down onto the side table as he crushes his mouth against yours, unable to keep away from you any longer.
And you certainly donât care that he all but purrs into your mouth, soft lips moving against yours. He cups your face with his gloved hands, leather thumbs caressing your cheekbones as he slips onto the couch beside you without breaking the kiss. Fingers curl around his wrist and you press in close to him, losing yourself in how he tastes. His velvety tongue probes your mouth as the kiss grows in intensity. Deep pants try to keep your feet on the ground but youâre off in space, exhaustion and comfort mixing in a way that has you floating. Terzo pulls away from the kiss and you can hardly open your eyes. He gently guides your head to his chest, stroking his fingers through your hair.
âYou never called me a driver did you?â
âOh no. Never considered it.â Terzo squeezes you in his arms.
Oh, heâs so warm. A rumbling groan falls from your lips as his wraps his arms around you, just holding you there. Your limbs relax and you sink deeper into his chest as he starts to rubs up and down your back. In that moment you know youâre a goner. A deep, sleepy sigh falls from your lips and in a matter of minutes you are out cold.
Terzo almost feels guilty for being such an ass. Almost. He feels for you, he can relate to realizing that something isnât all it was cracked out to be. At least for you it was a childhood crush and not being raised for one person. But still, he was a tad mean wasnât he? It was necessary and the tension⊠the tension had been so delicious. Watching you squirm under his intense stare. And you just did what he said, unquestioningly, even when had you drink and drink and drink. Adrenaline is pumping through him and he struggles to contain himselfâ he must not go any further, despite how tempted he is. He could get away with it. Youâre so soft, so pliable and so wanting. Terzo can feel the heat radiating off of you, no doubt from the alcohol and your closeness. He could slip his hand between your thighs and give you exactly what you want.
But it wouldnât be fair to you. Terzo wants you coherent and focused when he takes you. Plus youâre adorably snuggled against him right now, your soft breaths against his chest. Heâs longed for this and you did not disappoint. Wait a minute. Are you sleeping? He is about to fall apart, his arms wrapping so much tighter around you. The urge to keep you safe, to keep you here and never let you leave overcomes him*.* He squeezes your hand that is clutched to his chest and then gingerly picks it up and places it back in your lap.
âSleepy?â
You lift your heavy head to look at him and good god do you want to be asleep right now. A tender smiles breaks out across his face as he swipes some of your hair from your eyes. A stark contrast from how close he had just been to strangling you.
âTake the guest room tonight, puffetta. I will bring you some clothes.â Terzo pulls himself to his feet. âMeet you up there.â Heâs so soft, so different than how torturous he was of you earlier. Youâre sure heâs heard what heâs wanted to hear from you but heâs unpredictable. Something you liked about him. Thereâs an unknown darkness that lies beneath his charm and good looks and it calls out to you. Youâve never felt this way about anyone. How could you ever get away now?
You blink and realize that youâre alone. Youâve been alone. Oh shit. Scrambling off of the couch, you trip over your own feet with the effects of the whiskey hitting you hard.
Ah, the guest room. A cramped space with antique furniture that could use some time and attention. The overall theme of the room is⊠dust. Youâve brought up having the dresser refinished or even repainted and replacing the peeling wallpaper but itâs low on the list of priorities. You push the door shut and give a soft sigh of relief. Shoes come off. A lamp on the bedside table barely illuminates the room and a folded pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt are waiting for you on the bed. Eyes scan over the remainder of the comforter and pillows, wondering if anyone had ever slept here. You canât help the feeling that youâre being watched but maybe the fact that youâre about to wear your bossâ clothes isnât meshing well with the practically decaying room.
âWhatever.â You huff to yourself and undress with the grace of a toddler, kicking your pants off and throwing your removed clothes into a pile on the ground. Sitting down on the bed, you pull up the sweatpants and they are loose as they settle around your waist. The shirt slips over your head and swallows up your upper body. Did he purposely give you his largest clothing to make you feel small? It is so cozy, though. You wrap your arms around your body and flop back onto the bed, sinking into the softness of the blankets. Comfortable heat spreads across your skin from buzz of the alcohol. Limbs go limp and your eyelids grow heavy, a deep sigh falling from your lips. Fading fast.
The piercing ring of the rotary phone cracks through the air and you jolt upright and wide awake. What the? You donât remember seeing it when you came in and itâs not like it blends in â itâs bright red with intricate black etchings along the base and the handle of the receiver. Not a speck of dust on it. The phone rings again, somehow louder and more harmful to your ears than before. You blink and suddenly youâre standing directly in front of the dresser with one hand curled around the receiver. Heart is pounding in your chest and ears. Something is calling out to you. Answer it. Answer it. Answerit. answeritansweritansweritanswerit.
You pick up the phone to silence. Then chittering. The receiver is hot on your cheek. Something pricks your ear but you canât pull away. Thereâs a squelch. A screech. More screaming. It only gets louder and louder, needles in your ears, pain shooting through your brain. You canât breathe. You twirl the phone cord around your fingers and shuffle your bare feet against the cold floor, the only thing youâre able to get your body to do other than press the phone so hard against your head. The closer you listen to the screams the more familiar they get, growing in intensity, pain and volume. Burning, the receiver is burning now and yet you canât move, you canât get any relief. The phone cord is nearly completely tangled around your wrist and youâre sweating, gasping for breath, and crying without even realizing it. The screams finally subside, replaced by a cold, dead silence.
You hang up the phone.
Suddenly, an overwhelming wave of exhaustion washes over you and you collapse onto the bed. The world spins as you sink into the soft mattress, the dial tone still echoing in your ears.
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do you think you'd kill for me?
synopsis - it was every basic troupe in a story for an officer to fall in love with the criminal but now gallagher knew why
includes - gallagher
warnings - gn!reader, reader is a criminal/stowaway, reader is cocky + flirtatious, slight mentions of hurting others + alcohol, written before gallagher comes out so maybe ooc, wc - 1.6k
a/n: had to write this for the best bloodhound, he's just being consuming my thoughts lately and i can't wait to pull for him
taglist - @teddirika, @frankiesteinn
a long drawn out sigh sounded throughout the empty office, overshadowed by the visitors steps as they turned heel and left. a faint squeak and drag of a chair soon accompanied as the remaining man stood up from his chair, he tousled and pulled at the magenta tie before his scarred hands hovered over the new report. the file lifted as he opened it unceremoniously and his eyes glossed over the details - another stowaway would be nothing new but this was the third report about the same stowaway in penacony.
gallagher really couldn't believe the nerve of some people, first they slip into the dream world unnoticed and now they dared mess with the dream world - if he wasn't so dedicated to his job he'd probably quit and become a full time bartender. low footsteps as he crossed the room after he reasoned with himself that it'd be better for everyone if he solved the issue sooner rather than later. the only outstanding issue was that nobody had ever seen the stowaway so he didn't exactly know who he was looking for but maybe that was the reason he was assigned the case.
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the streets were bustling as always, it was always golden hour afterall. the skyline was rather beautiful and the chimes of the clock on the grand hotel held absolute power over the noise of the streets. pepeshi's, couples, workers, singers, and all other kinds of people walked past you completely unaware of who you were - you were even cocky enough to smile at the young bloodhounds that looked you're way.
to you breaking into penacony's oh so famous dreamscape was a challenge you set yourself. they said all you dreams could come true here and maybe you twisted that a little to see truly how much you could get away with, surely you weren't the only person wanting to act on some intrusive thoughts and test the limits of what dreams could come true. it was petty crimes to begin with really, you meant no harm. originally you just wanted to steal from a few places but unfortunately bystanders sometimes got in the way - they weren't hurt too badly, you didn't want that.
eventually you started realising how dark this dream could be, especially when you first accidentally slipped into a deeper level of the dream after trying to run from the bloodhounds. quickly, you realised that this could happen to any unsuspecting guest of penacony. a part of you thought that naybe you could put your skills to use and redeem the harm you did to someone by saving unsuspecting penacony visitors, but for the most part you kept to yourself and your slightly warped ideas.
throughout you're entire time as a stowaway you'd become quite acquainted with various bloodhounds, even though they had no clue who you were. cockiness had also developed inside you when you realised that they genuinely held no leads towards yourself and your biggest risk was when you joined some bloodhounds in a small bar and talked to them like you'd known them for years. although at that bar you're attention was dragged towards the older bloodhound behind the counter, you could tell by the little broach on his grey suit - you turned to your new 'friends' and asked them who he was, they had no idea apparently.
gallagher could catch your keen gaze staring at him for most of the night, especially because you were sat right at the bar with two bloodhounds. he'd never seen you before and maybe it was the alcohol, from his own personal flask, talking but he felt more inclined to amuse your curiosity. he served the newer customers before walking back over to you and started witha gruff 'you fetching for a new drink? or you got a question for me?' you simply smiled at his question before the corners of your lips quirked up slightly as you responded along the lines of 'can a paying patron not appreciate the bartender in his glory?'
if the bloodhound was being honest, your curiousty and outright flirtatious remarks only spurred him to entertain you more. 'how about i mix you up a new drink there, running a bit low aren't we?' he looked you straught in the eyes when you glanced back up from your drink and watched as you slid the empty, ornate glass toward him with a simple 'surprise me'. you watched attentively while he turned to grab a few bottles before grabbing the silver cocktail shaker and pouring in a mix, perfectly measured without needing to even measure numerically. gallagher had mixed drinks for patrons plenty of times but with your inquisitive gaze fixed upon his every moment made him gulp a couple more times as he became very conscious about each move he made.
eventually he finished his show by spinning the shaker in his hand before graciously pouring it out into your glass. placing a small decorative cocktail stick inside and sliding it back with a weary smirk 'a special drink for a special patron then'. you took the glass in your hands and raised it in a toasting motion before taking a swig.
gallagher would tend to the rest of the bar's patrons for the rest of the night but could always feel your gaze on him and perhaps he put on more of a show because of this, but who knows? his eyes trailed you when you finally left and he looked back over to where you had been sat to notice a small pile. a very generous tip layed neatly on rhe bar but what caught his attention the most was the note left on top:
'a tip befitting the handsome bartender who served me tonight'
beneath was signed your initials. he quickly pocketed the note before picking up the tip but not before doubling a look at the money itself.
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they probably assigned him this case because they knew he knew something the rest of the bloodhound's didn't. he knew exactly who the stowaway was and where to find them. you seemed to always know when gallagher had a shift at the local bar because he knew you only showed up on those nights. each time went the same, he'd entertain your antics, you'd both pass equally flirtatious remarks, he'd make you a new drink and then you'd leave - always leaving a generous tip.
the first time you left a tip he stared at it for too long not to notice the serial number. it had become all too convenient for his encounters with you to be after a robbery in penacony and it was even more convenient that you'd left a tip each time with that places serial number on the money. admittedly, it took him a while to piece it together but maybe that was because he didn't want to believe it. the final nail in the coffin, so to speak, was when you left a note at your most recent encounter reading -
'i think you and me both know this cat and mouse game will end eventually right?'
to anyone, they might of assumed it was a weird way of asking the other out but he knew what it meant and that's why he went to the location you detailed on the other side. you knew exactly what you were doing from day one, both of you knew that. he stayed stationed at the spot you named akd he waited on guard for any signs of you, while doing so he felt a weird sense of excitement bubble inside of him. the area was rather secluded so if you showed up he'd know right whe-
'my my, the handsome bloodhound has taken up my offer. i feel rather flattered', your smug voice rang through his ears and he immediately turned around. he was greeted by the sight of you sat upon the roof of the building with that all too familiar smug face. 'are we finally cutting to the chase?' your face tilted slightly to the side before you continued 'or do you not have the confidence to be able to catch me bartender?'
oh how he hated that smug grin of yours, but oh how he loved it all the same. a small, deep chuckle left his lips before retorting 'i only gave you a headstart stowaway, don't go wasting it' he watched you stand up as you added 'don't lie to yourself gal, we both know you wouldn't catch me, because i've already made a special place for myself in your heart and you couldn't dream of putting me behind bars'
you were right. it was against the law and so so corny for the law to fall in love with the criminal. but here he was, and you both knew all too well.
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How I would do a sugar daddy/sugar baby AU. (I hope this doesn't awaken anything in me *side eyes the omegaverse*)
I've seen this well done in this fandom, I'm not saying I haven't, but of the ones I've seen they tend to be omegaverse or mafia/shady sugar daddy.
And I want thirty year old rockstar!Eddie with twink Steve. I said what I said. I think we forget that for the most part Steve isn't beefy. When he's "bulked" up, it's his clothing (Eddie's vest) or its his thighs that are "thicc". But Steve (Joe Kerry in particular out of the role) is thin.
So we have rockstar!Eddie with Corroded Coffin touring the country and doing a couple of dive bars because that's where they got their start and hitting up The Hideout, because again that's where they got their start.
Steve, who recently got kicked out of his parents house because he came out with liking men (gay, pan, bi don't care) and lost his job because again with the liking men thing (small town homophobia for the loss!)
So with his last twenty dollars, he decides to hit up on the local bar and drink away his troubles and maybe even get laid for a warm place to sleep tonight.
He gets dressed in his sluttiest clothes. Crop top, cut off booty shorts, sparkly blue sneaks.
Only he shows up on the night that Corroded Coffin is playing. After paying what he thought was a stiff cover charge (was actually a ticket to see the show) he gets in. He has less money than he hoped but he can only hope that someone is willing to buy him drinks.
He settles in next to the bar and realizes his mistake. The rest of the patrons are dressed in metal gear. Leather, black denim, and lots of chains. Steve doesn't just stick out, he sticks out like a prep in a metal concert.
But he can't afford to go anywhere else, and hopes he doesn't get too harassed tonight. So he keeps he head down and hopes of the best.
Only what he doesn't know is that he has caught the eye of the frontman and lead singer of Corroded Coffin, Eddie Munson. The fact that Steve stands out isn't a detriment, it's a perk.
He wants to find out everything about this boy who stumbled into his enclosure.
The rest of the band is rolling their eyes.
Eddie sends out one of the PAs to make sure that all of Steve's drinks go on Eddie's tab and spends the whole concert watching this guy.
After the concert Eddie sidles up to him and they get to talking. Immediately he picks up that Steve is not old enough to be there. So now he's worried he's under age.
They head out for a smoke and Steve admits that he's not twenty-five like the fake ID says, but nineteen. He shows Eddie his real ID as proof and Eddie is relieved.
They start making out and Eddie takes him to his hotel room to have sex.
In the morning, Eddie asks if he can take him home and Steve starts sobbing. He tells him about his shitty day with shitty parents and shitty boss.
And Eddie's bleeding heart immediately goes out to him and tells him to stay at the hotel for as long as he needs, order room service. Just no booze.
Steve pouts at that but agrees. That as long he stays at the hotel he won't buy booze on Eddie's dime.
Eddie gives Steve his phone number if he needs anything. He transfers the hotel room over to Steve's name, gives him a sultry kiss goodbye and leaves to finish his tour.
Steve doesn't have anywhere else to go and is not willing to look a gift horse in the mouth, so he stays at the hotel. He gets to spend time in the luxurious bathroom with it's fancy shampoos and conditioners and hot tub like bath.
He finds that Eddie keeps sending him clothes and jewelry and suddenly the rich life style that he had with his parents pales in comparison to the extravagant lifestyle Eddie is providing for him.
Through all this Steve is still looking for a job as he doesn't want to overstay his welcome. But news hadn't gotten around town that he was gay and even people he thought he could trust are telling him that they can't hire him.
Eventually he gives up. He talks to Eddie all the time and whenever he feels discouraged Eddie will send him something pretty to cheer him up.
Finally Steve catches the fairy that had been leaving things in his hotel room when he's in the shower or out on the town.
Her name is Robin Buckley and she's a summer intern. Her uncle knew a guy who knew a guy that got her the job. She actually loves it, but she has one more year of high school and her parents won't let her drop out to be a PA for a rockstar.
They're concerned that he'll take advantage of her. Robin thinks it's funny because she's gay. Steve thinks it's funny because Eddie's gay and not into under eighteen year olds.
He tells her his story and over the summer they become best friends. Robin had heard that the Harrington boy had run off so imagine her surprise when Eddie's management had her deliver things to his hotel room. Staying in a hotel room in Hawkins is hardly running away.
Eddie comes back and just continues to throw money and gifts at Steve but doesn't ask for sex again. It's not until Steve tells him that he didn't fuck Eddie for his money or even for a warm bed at that point when he went back to the hotel with him, it was because Eddie cared. And god was that sexy as hell.
When Robin graduates Eddie hires her to be Steve's PA and the pair of them get to travel the world with the band as besties.
ETA: Story here.
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