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athenamikaelson · 25 days

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Written in the Stars Ch. 13

Klaus Mikaelson x Soulmate!Reader x Elijah Mikaelson

Word Count- 2.6k

Warnings- Swearing, Karen’s

A/N- This is just a TINY chapter to get something out to you guys. Being in college SUCKS but we must prevail or whatever I guess. Anyway, I’ll get working on an actual canon chapter as soon as I can.

“If I have to bring this plate back to the cooks one more time because it is, quote on quote, “Too cold,” I’m actually going to quit,” I gesture to the plated steak in my hands as I put it on the metal counter for one of the cooks to take. Adrian our resident chef gives me an, “Are you serious” look and I shrug my shoulders at him.

“Hasn’t that been the 2nd time she’s sent it back,” Alastair questions me as he looks over to the blonde Karen across The Grill.

I rub a hand over my face in exhaustion, “Fourth, actually. Twenty bucks say she’s going to ask for the steak on the house,” I raise an eyebrow at my friend who smirks.

“I’ll take that action,” He reaches his hand out and we shake on it.

I hear the ding of a bell behind me and turn to see the chef with the heated-up steak and if I weren’t pissed off as well I’d laugh at the annoyed look on his face. With a thank you, I grab the plate and walk it over to the blonde woman. I place the plate on her table and without a thank you or even an acknowledgement she pokes the steak and then huffs as she throws it back on the plate.

“It’s still cold. I want this taken off my bill,” I fight back an eye roll at her words.

“You didn’t even take a bite, Miss,” I try to reason with her and she dares to roll her eyes at me.

“I didn’t need to, to know that it’s cold. Either refund me or get the manager,” She turns around in her seat and crosses her arms like an actual child.

“Listen lady you can’t just-”

“Good evening,” Matt cuts me off from the start of my rant, “What seems to be the issue here?”

I whip around to look at Matt who shoots me a look and leans down to me, “I got this, don’t need you fighting the customers,” He jokes and I shoot him back a look as I huff and walk back to Alastair who was watching the whole interaction with a smirk.

“You owe me $20,” I hold out my hand and he huffs and pulls out a $20 bill from his black slacks. Even though he’s a bartender, he chooses to wear Versace and other designer brands to work.

“Thank you,” I smile as I pocket the bill and shoot my friend a smile.

We stand together and watch the dumpster fire, that is Matt trying to reason with the Karen.

“So… what are your plans for after work,” Alastair asks me as he looks at his nails.

“Why? Want to hang out,” I question.

“Uh…ya! But first I have to make a quick stop,” He says absentmindedly.

“That’s no problem.”

—

“Why are we at Elena’s house? You guys aren’t friends,” I question Alastair as he gets out of the driver’s side of his Porsche and comes over to open my door.

“We could be…”

I look at my friend suspiciously and then back to the quiet house in front of us and I feel my shoulders instantly tense up.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

Alastair stops moving and looks down at me wearily and shyly smiles.

“I’m going to kill you if this is a surprise party,” I threaten him and he grabs me by my shoulders and drags me up to the front door.

“Smile wide, babe.”

—

“Happy Birthday!”

I try to push a smile onto my face as I stare at my friends as they jump out from random corners of the Gilbert living room as I enter.

Caroline, Elena, and Jenna all wear birthday hats and big smiles as they look at me. Ric stands behind Jenna with a small smile on his face and Tyler stands behind Caroline. Damon is currently scowling in the corner and surprisingly my little brother, who got back from camp 2 days ago, and Jeremy are standing next to each other looking like they just got done wrestling.

“Are you surprised,” Caroline exclaims as she runs over to me and pulls me into her embrace. I shoot a look over to Alastair who smirks.

“Sooooo surprised.”

Caroline seems to believe me as her smile gets bigger and Elena moves around her to hug me too.

“Happy late birthday, Y/N.”

“Thank you, Lena.”

Both Jenna and Ric come over to wish me a late happy birthday, and then they lead me to sit down in the living room that is fully decorated with every kind of birthday decoration ever. From streamers, balloons, banners, and anything else sparkly Caroline could get her hands on. I find myself smiling at the fact that this must have taken some time to set up, even though I dislike my birthday and celebrating it, it’s nice to know that I have friends who would do this for me.

“Happy birthday Y/n,” Jeremy says to me as he and my brother start arm wrestling.

“I called her on her actual birthday and said happy birthday to her so,” Theo said absentmindedly as he focused on beating his friend.

“Thank you, Jeremy,” I shoot a glare at my little brother who smirks back.

“Damon aren’t you going to say something,” Elena questions the brooding vampire who raises an eyebrow as he downs the rest of his wine.

“You’re forgetting up until yesterday she lived with me. I already celebrated her birthday before you children,” I tense up slightly as I shoot a look over to Theo who looks confused at the mention of me living with Damon.

“Ya! He did! Since I spent the summer at the Salvatore house for my tiny vacation and all,” I try to cover it up and Theo has an unsure look on his face but Jeremy starts tugging back on his arm and they go back to arm wrestling one another. Since Theo doesn’t know about anything that has happened this summer I don’t really want to drop that bomb now or anytime soon, to be honest.

—

For the next hour, we all eat snacks prepared by Jenna and Elena, and then watch Theo and Jeremy challenge each other in anything they could possibly challenge one another with and I had to stand awkwardly as everyone sang happy birthday to me. Now I’m seated in a rocking chair in the living room with everyone watching me as I open up presents. I can practically feel my hands shaking as I feel everyone’s attention on me.

The first thing I open is a small card with a cute cat on the front, inside is a slip of paper that reads, “One free assignment,” I frown in confusion but when I look up Ric is shyly smiling at me.

“I didn’t really know what to give you, I’m kind of horrible with gift giving but I thought with how hectic everything is, and with Senior year coming up, you could use that to skip out on any assignment this year I give you.”

I nod and smile at him gratefully, “Thank you, Ric, that is really nice. I’ll definitely be using that,” I whisper out the last part.

“Open mine next,” Caroline exclaims as she hands me a big garment box with a big pink bow on it. I shoot her a raised eyebrow and she just rolls her eyes, “Open it hoe!’’

I sigh and undo the pretty bow, pick up the top of the white box, and look inside to find a beautiful silk blue dress. I grab the dress and hold it up, the light satiny fabric feels like heaven in my fingers. What has me blushing though, is the rather deep neckline.

“Caroline…”

“What! You’ll look beautiful in it! It goes with your complexion!”

I look back at the dress and as much as I want to give her back, the clearly expensive dress, a bigger part of me doesn’t want to part with it.

“Thank you Care, it’s beautiful.”

Caroline smiles to herself proudly and saunters back to stand next to Tyler who makes me frown as I watch him reach into his pocket pull out a 100-dollar bill and hand it to me.

“Tyler I’m not accepting that,” I scowl at him and he places it on the table in front of me.

“Either you take it right now or I’ll just come to your work tomorrow and tip you it,” He smirks and taps the bill, “Happy Birthday!”

I groan as Jenna rushes over to me and hands me a little gift box, I smile up at her as she looks like a child on Christmas, “You didn’t have to Jenna.”

“You shush you! Open it,” She excitedly says as she gestures to the box in my hands.

I smile and shake my head as I open the box to find a small silver bracelet with a Y/B/S gem in the center. My mouth goes slack as I look at the beautiful piece of jewelry.

“Jenna, it’s beautiful,” I say and she quickly takes it from me and unclasps the latch so she can put it on me.

“I saw it and thought of you,” At the older woman’s words I have to swallow the lump in my throat and fight back the tears in my eyes. Choosing to focus on the cold metal that is now gracing my left wrist.

“Thank you. I love it.”

“I guess that leaves me.”

I look up to see my best friend pull a big dark blue birthday bag out from behind the couch she was sitting on. The size of it takes me by surprise.

“Elena…”

“Shush,” She says as she places the huge bag in my lap. I have to reach my hand in without looking to grab whatever is in it. My fingers instantly touch what I believe to be leather. I pull the thing out, push the blue bag away, and place it on the floor. When I look back at the leather thing in my lap I realize it’s a messenger bag. A rather expensive messenger bag by the look of the dark brown leather and the silver clasps.

“It even has your initials,” Elena says shyly as she points to the engraving on the corner of the bag. My smile slightly drops when I see, Y/f/n Y/m/n Y/l/n. Mostly because of the last name part.

“You don’t like it… I knew it was too much. I should’ve gotten you the books I picked out,” Elena mumbles to herself and I’m quick to stop her.

“No! No, I love it. Truly Elena, thank you so much. I’m going to use it for school,” I smile up to her and I’m happy to see the dimples making their way back onto my friend's face as she smiles back at me.

“Thank you all so much. This is really too much and I can’t thank you enough.”

They all say things like how I deserve it or don’t worry about it and such. Except Damon who hasn’t moved from his spot.

“Wait,” Caroline whips around to Alastair, “What did you get her?”

Alastair smirks and then glances at the clothes I’m wearing, “Theo let me into her room earlier. I dropped my presents off there.”

I scowl at my little brother who is fighting back a laugh.

“The bag is also from me,” Jeremy says and Elena shoves him and tells him to shut it.

—

The night goes on with playing games and talking until one by one everyone files out of the Gilbert house. I make sure to thank Elena, Jenna, and Ric for everything as Alastair leads me outside to his car. Theo opted out of the ride home and decided to spend the night and play video games with Jeremy since they hadn’t gotten to all summer.

After waving goodbye, Alastair pulls out of the driveway and starts driving me home.

“So what is it,” I ask him as I play with the bracelet on my wrist.

“What is what,” He asks but from his tone I know he’s messing with me.

“Don’t be a dick. You know what. My present from you. What is it?”

Alastair smirks to himself and just shrugs as he continues winding down the dark streets. It’s not long before we’re pulling up to my dark unlit house. Making me assume my mother’s not home. Thankfully. She hasn’t been around at all these past two days since I moved back. I didn’t even want to but with Theo moving back I didn’t want him asking too many questions on why I wasn’t living at home anymore.

Alastair gets out of the car walks over to my side opens my door and helps me out. We grab all the bags with my presents and then we walk to the front door.

“Thanks for tonight…I guess. It wasn’t that horrible.”

Alastair smirks at my comment and squeezes my upper arm, “Happy late birthday babe. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

I open my front door and hear Alastair walk to his car. I haven’t even fully shut my door before I hear him peeling out of my driveway.

I sigh to myself as I turn on my hallway light and try to carry my bags to my room. I kick open my door and stop when I see the horde of shopping bags that are sitting on my bed. Various designer brands sit on my bed and I can’t fight the way my jaw completely drops as I rummage through just a fraction of some of them. There has to be at least 10,000 dollars worth of designer purses, shoes, and clothes here.

If Alastair can afford this then why the actual fuck is he working a entry-level bartending job?!?!?

I’m about to pull out my phone and bitch my friend out when I hear my doorbell ring.

“Alastair if that’s you, you have a lot of explaining to do,” I yell as I walk down the hall and fling open the front door and yet I’m met with nothing.

I’m about to close my door because this reminds me of every horror movie ever but when I look down a small box catches my eye. I peek out my door careful not the pass the threshold but there doesn’t seem to be anyone around. I cautiously lean down pick up the small black box and look at the tiny tag on the top. The only thing written on it is my name which pulls a frown on my lips.

I quickly grab the box, shut the door, lock it, and slightly run to my room. As soon as I get to my room I eye the box in my hands momentarily before slowly opening it as if inside there was a bomb or some shit. I freeze when I see what’s inside though. A wolf.

A small wolf pendant on a silver chain sits in the box. As creepy as this whole thing is I have to admit, the necklace is beautiful. The little wolf appears to be mid-howl and at closer inspection the eye of the wolf I think is some kind of gem. My fingers caress the wolf debating on what to do and after a moment I throw it onto my desk.

I turn around to go organize the mess that is all these bags, but I feel an itch in my spine and I groan as I turn back to the necklace and roughly pick it up unclasp the chain, and put it on around my neck. As soon as I do a sense of familiarity and comfort almost seems to wash over me. I walk over to my bathroom mirror and look at the wolf in the mirror. And for a split second, I could’ve sworn its gemmed eye glowed.

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yandere-fetish · 5 months

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Yandere Soulmate and Yandere Reincarnator X Female Reader

Part One

warnings: two male yanderes, rejection, reincarnation, death mentions, soulmates, possesive

Yandere Soulmate rejects you on the spot at a bar you went to out of boredom.

This leads to you walking home in a daze, stumbling along the road. You wonder if you're not good enough, or is he simply not open to romance? Maybe he prefers a girl with soft tones? Or maybe someone with a posh style?

All these maybes were taking up your mind when you should have been watching your surroundings.

All of a sudden, you were dead.

And then you were alive again.

You blinked in your bed and found yourself back to that very morning, the morning before you met him.

After deciding that it was best to avoid your soulmate at all costs, you go shopping early that morning. As a rich young lady who's heir to the Hymai Fashion legacy, shopping is only second nature to you.

Time's a blur and the next thing you know, you're on Cloud 9. A dazzling smile on your face, one of those big floppy hats on your head to block out the shining sun, and multiple bags littering the bodyguards' arms.

Names like Prada, Versace, Hermès, Cartier, Dior, Chanel, and Armani decorate the bags.

"Let's grab a bite to eat, boys. I'm starving after our little shopping spree!"

*BAM*

You aren't watching where you're going and run into your soulmate by surprise!

You're waiting for the rejection, knowing it's coming.

But nothing comes.

Instead, Yandere Soulmate smiles at you and hands you his card. Then, he ends up walking away with a coy smile etched on his face.

You're so confused. So confused that you stand, dazed, in the middle of the shopping court, staring at the space that's now empty.

"Keep in touch, doll."

Yandere Soulmate is pleasantly surprised when you choose to keep quiet about the bond the two of you share. The business group he had traveled with was a judgemental one, and if she doesn't fit the standards of a dutiful soulmate before he could fix it, it would not be worth having her.

But luckily, not only was she adorable, but that doe caught in the headlights look was simply unfathomable.

He craved it.

Needed more of it.

Needless to say, Yandere Soulmate is on edge, waiting for your phone call or text. He doesn't hear from you at all for a week. And on the second week, when you still refuse to call or text him, Yandere Soulmate begins drinking in his private lounge.

The whispers of a new company daring to compete with his family's company was enough to give him a hassle at work, now he must worry about his soulmate. Drunk and irked, Yandere Soulmate sends words to his people. His eyes slit like a snake as he takes the last sip of his expensive whiskey.

"Find that girl from earlier. Spare no expense."

It had been three weeks since meeting your Yandere Soulmate.

It had been two weeks since you began "coincidentally" meeting Yandere Reincarnator.

You met him at a coffee shop by accidentally grabbing his black coffee instead of your own.

Since then, you've continuously been meeting him at different locations by coincidence.

You two share small talk. It starts out small, like what you two do for a living. Turns out he's a big hotshot CEO hellbent on being the first millionaire of his family. You couldn't help but smile at his ambition. It takes until the fifth time the two of you "accidentally" meet to tell you about his other half.

It's a simple and sad story, one you can empathize with. Hell, you know first-hand what it was like to be rejected by your very own soulmate, so to hear he had been cheated on was heartbreaking to you. The way Yandere Reincarnator told his story made you feel as if you had been cheated on yourself!

So when Yandere Reincarnator appears in front of you, asking you to play as his very own soulmate during a very important business deal, you thought it over.

Thoughtfully, you agreed.

Yandere Reincarnator had taken the liberty of buying you a dress, shoes, and a clutch to hold your accessories.

"You really didn't have to buy the dress and shoes.. even this clutch—"

"No, no. You deserve the best, (Y/N). You look absolutely gorgeous in that color."

"*blushes* Thank you..."

When you and Yandere Reincarnator show up at the club, Yandere Reincarnator walks you over to the VIP table where his business partner was waiting.

The moment he stood up from his chair, you could see his mesmerizing face and just knew you were in for one hell of a night.

Yandere Soulmate had been genuinely astonished to see you appear on the arm of his business rival and soon-to-be partner. With a clenched jaw, Yandere Soulmate greets you and his now love rival.

Seems like you were one interesting girl.

Yandere Reincarnator doesn't feel the tension between you and Yandere Soulmate, but he does see the longing looks that Yandere Soulmate gives his supposed soulmate despite bringing a female companion. He didn't have a chance to confront the man until he was given a chance.

"(Y/N), what do you think of the contract?"

"Hmm, I don't know much about the business between the two of you but.. if you think it's worthwhile, I'd go for it. Otherwise, let's leave the deal on the table and leave."

"What? Wait—"

"Now, if you'll excuse us, we have somewhere to be. *gently guilds you out the booth*"

"Get your hands off my soulmate!"

"Your soulmate?"

"Yes. She's paired with me, which means she's my soulmate."

"(Y/N)? *raises an eyebrow*"

"*purses lips and looks at Yandere Soulmate in disgust* Soulmate? I think you mean stranger."

"No, I know it and you know it. You're my soulmate."

"Funny joke but that ship sailed three weeks ago when you rejected me."

"What? *genuinely confused* When did I—"

"Wait. This is the guy who abandoned you?"

"*frowns, glaring at Yandere Reincarnator* She's mine! *turns to you* You're mine! (Y/N), you and I are meant to be!"

"And you destroyed that. If I'm meant to be with anyone, it's him. *gestures to Yandere Reincarnator* He's the one who's bothered to come see me. He's the one who took me shopping. He's the one who brought me here. If anything, he's the one I should want— the one I should be meant to be with! After all, you're the one who threw me away. Now you want me back because I suddenly look nice and can match your preferences? Quit dreaming! *walks away with Yandere Reincarnator*"

"(Y/N), don't think you can walk away from me!"

"She's in my territory, therefore she's under my protection. If you want (Y/N), you'll have to deal with me."

Part Two?

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astrowaffles · 9 months

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Moonlight

General Audiences | JJK Actor AU

“Who did you kiss at midnight?”

“I kissed my wife,” Toji shrugged. “I wasn’t at the New Year’s party, I was at home.”

“Oh, there was a party?”

“How do you think everyone ended up knowing everyone else’s business?” he snorted. “Especially Megumi’s. That poor kid…”

“Everyone keeps mentioning Megumi’s kiss! Do you know who it was?”

“Oh, no, it’s not something I’d ask,” Toji backtracked. “Like I say, I was at home with my wife. I’m really too old to be on this set, I’m probably the oldest by like ten years.”

“Really? How old is Mr Gojo?”

“God, I don’t know. He isn’t thirty yet.”

“And no-one except you is married, is that right?”

“I’ve never asked, but I don’t think anyone else wears a wedding ring,” Toji agreed. “Makes New Year’s all the more fun, eh?”

OR: the cast answer the question: “Who did you kiss at midnight?”

“Who did you kiss at midnight?”

AUTHOR'S NOTE: mechamaru's real name is Kokichi Muta.

“I was under the table eating grapes,” Nobara confessed. “And to be honest, I don’t think it’s worked. I’m still as single as ever, a whole week in.”

“Do you think that’ll change?” the interviewer asked. Nobara laughed.

“Listen, if people don’t want all this-“ she gestured to herself – “then what can we do? They’ll just have to suffer their lonely, empty lives. I’m not suffering, I already have myself.”

“So it’s just a bit of fun?”

“Yeah, I don’t really take these superstitions seriously-“

“-And that’s why she was genuinely distraught that it didn’t work,” Megumi interrupted, handing Nobara a scrunchie.

“Distraught?! I wasn’t distraught!”

“Tie your hair up, you’ve got a fake wound to put on. And yes you were, you were clinging to poor Satoru for dear life. His Versace shirt got wet, and he had to throw it away.”

“Why did he throw away a perfectly good shirt just because it was wet?” Nobara asked, distracted.

“He’s just like that. Are you gonna tie your hair up? We have places to be.”

“But I was talking to the interview lady!”

“No, no, it’s alright,” the interviewer assured them. “I’ll catch up with you later.”

“Hmph.” Nobara dragged as much hair as she could into a ponytail at the base of her skull, and then grabbed Megumi’s arm. “Let’s go then. You’ve probably got fake blood to be dripped on you. You’ve always got fake blood to be dripped on you.”

“What’s this obsession with kissing people? I think I was with Yu at midnight,” Nanami said, looking thoughtful.

“As in, Yu Haibara?” the interviewer clarified.

“Yeah. I guess it’s confusing, having both Yuji and Yu on set at the same time. And Yuta’s meant to be here soon… Anyway, I’m pretty sure we were watching the countdown – he was talking about otters, I think…?”

“I kissed my beautiful girlfriend,” Shoko smiled. “It’s going to be a good year this year!”

“It’s a secret,” Gojo winked.

“Does that mean you didn’t kiss anyone?” asked the interviewer cheekily.

Gojo laughed. “You can think whatever you want, honey. I just know I’m not ready to tell the world who I kissed.”

“I kissed Miwa!” Kokichi grinned, arm slung around his girlfriend.

She giggled. “Here’s to another year!”

“Why, are you volunteering?” Toge asked, eyebrow raised.

The interviewer gawped. “What?”

Toge cackled.

“He’s kidding,” Yuta sighed. “I think.”

“I’m kidding,” Toge agreed, wiping a tear from his eye. “I am completely single and not looking to change that, thank you so much.”

“So you didn’t kiss anyone at midnight?” the interviewer checked.

“Not a soul. Would’ve smudged my face paint,” Toge confirmed. “I don’t think many people kissed, but Nobara was definitely eating grapes under the table, so maybe that’ll be different next year.”

“Kokichi did,” Yuta mused.

“He literally has a whole girlfriend, of course he did.”

“Megumi did.”

“Megumi di- MEGUMI DID?!” Toge turned to look Yuta full in the face, horrified. “WHO DID HE KISS?”

“If he hasn’t told you, that means he didn’t want to know,” Yuta shrugged, looking slightly embarrassed. “I probably shouldn’t have told you.”

“If I find out he’s been hiding this on purpose, the little shit-“

“Please mind your language on camera,” the interviewer chided gently.

“My bad. I’m just gonna- gonna go see Megumi for a minute.” Toge swivelled his head around the room, eyeing everyone beadily.

“He’s in the break room,” Yuta said helpfully, and then realised what he’d said. “Whoops.”

“Thanks, Yuta. I knew I could count on you.” With a pat to Yuta’s shoulder, Toge stalked off, looking furious.

Yuta turned back to the camera. “They grew up together,” he explained.

“Did you kiss anyone at midnight, Mr Okkotsu?” the interviewer enquired, clearly desperate to get the interview back on track.

“Who, me?” Yuta rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “Uh…”

“He actually turned down a kiss, can you believe it?!” another voice called, off camera. The camera turned to reveal Maki, still in costume, huge spear over her shoulder. “Oh, not from me,” she added, probably spotting a look on the interviewer’s face. “From one of the costume girls. She was really cute, too��”

“You’re not getting many juicy stories, are you?” Yuta asked sympathetically. “Hmm, who would have a good story…?”

“Where’s Toge? He’d know,” Maki pointed out.

“Just gone to hunt out Megumi.”

“About New Year’s?”

“Yeah.”

“Which idiot told him?!”

“That would be me…” Yuta’s ears turned red at the tips. “In my defence, I thought Megumi would’ve told him!”

“So the good story is Megumi’s, then?” the interviewer asked.

Yuta and Maki looked at each other. “Try someone else first,” Yuta hedged. “Oh look, there’s Toji!”

“I kissed my wife,” Toji shrugged. “I wasn’t at the New Year’s party, I was at home.”

“Oh, there was a party?”

“How do you think everyone ended up knowing everyone else’s business?” he snorted. “Especially Megumi’s. That poor kid…”

“Everyone keeps mentioning Megumi’s kiss! Do you know who it was?”

“Oh, no, it’s not something I’d ask,” Toji backtracked. “Like I say, I was at home with my wife. I’m really too old to be on this set, I’m probably the oldest by like ten years.”

“Really? How old is Mr Gojo?”

“God, I don’t know. He isn’t thirty yet.”

“And no-one except you is married, is that right?”

“I’ve never asked, but I don’t think anyone else wears a wedding ring,” Toji agreed. “Makes New Year’s all the more fun, eh?”

Yuji turned bright red. “I, uh – I probably need to discuss with them before I tell you anything.”

“Oh, I see. Was it one of your fellow cast members?”

“Yeah, it was.”

“Don’t worry, you haven’t given us any clues – loads of them are near your age!”

He laughed nervously. “That’s true enough. Someone else might have a better story. I don’t know who’s on set today? It’s definitely Yuta’s day, but his story is boring – did you know he turned down five offers and spent the countdown trying to catch olives in his mouth that Toge was throwing? I don’t know if-“

“You’re rambling,” said Nobara, from her spot on the floor behind. “And it was the other way around. Toge was catching the olives.”

“Oh, of course. Yuta doesn’t even like olives. Anyway-“

“I think Geto’s next door,” Nobara offered. “He definitely kissed someone at midnight.”

“Oh, I did kiss someone, I’m just not saying who,” Geto laughed. “It was someone famous.”

“One of your cast mates?”

“Mhm. Really, though, there’s loads of them, so that’s not any more information than you started with.”

“Can you give us a clue?”

“Absolutely not. They’d sue me.”

“You’re quite open about your sexuality; was it a man?”

“Absolutely it was a man! But again, there’s only one or two women in this cast, so that doesn’t really help much.”

“You should probably bear in mind we’re asking everyone on set today who they kissed at midnight.”

“And if he’s not on set today?”

“Well, there is that…”

“I wouldn’t really mind if you did find out, I’m not quite on that level of fame yet. It wouldn’t affect me much, since I’m not an idol anymore. It might kill him, though – not his career! He just might die of embarrassment.”

“In that case, we’ll leave you! I’m sure the fans will find out sooner or later.”

“They do have some scary powers,” Geto agreed. “Why don’t you find Megumi? He kissed someone, I think.”

Eventually, the cameras found Megumi and Yuji whispering in a corner together. When the interviewer waved at them, Yuji’s eyes widened like a deer in the headlights. He started whispering furiously to Megumi; the interviewer respectfully kept the microphone away until they’d finished.

“Mr Itadori has already answered this question,” she began.

“Oh, I heard,” Megumi nodded. Yuji winced.

“Oh, um – is this a bad time, then?” the interviewer hesistated.

“No, no, it’s okay,” Megumi shrugged. “I think we’ve come to our conclusion.”

“Wonderful!” the interviewer smiled, clearly extremely confused. “In that case, who did you kiss at midnight, Mr Fushiguro? Did you kiss anyone at all?”

“I did kiss someone. I kissed Yuji.”

Silence.

“Okay, I know I said you could say it, but that sounded really awkward-“

“Shut up, Yuji, I think she’s gone into shock.” Megumi put his hands on the interviewer’s shoulders, trying to get a sense of her breathing rate without getting too close.

“Oh my god. Try to reassure her while I find a first aid person,” Yuji said, before thinking better of it. “Wait, no. I’ll reassure her, you find a first aid person.”

Megumi rolled his eyes, but speed-walked off to find someone to help. Meanwhile, Yuji calmly reassured the interviewer that everything was fine, nothing had gone wrong, everything would be okay.

Neither of them were entirely sure why exactly she was so shocked.

“-So basically, she expected me to say Mai or something,” Megumi shrugged. “I think. I don’t think anyone’s really sure, but it was the surprise that got her. She’s not homophobic or anything.”

Next to him, the interviewer smiled. “Absolutely not! I think it’s lovely that you two have gotten so close over your time on set. I hope we see more moments in season two!”

Yuji thought about this. “I mean, I guess there is? Mainly, season two is-“

“THAT’S WHERE YOU ARE!” someone yelled. There was a loud crash, and the door burst open; Toge, hair released from its gel-inflicted helmet, face paint smudged into a blue beard, careened into the room and skidded to a stop just behind Megumi. “WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME YOU’D KISSED-“

“I’m kind of in the middle of something,” Megumi pointed out. “Can you leave?”

“I’M SO BETRAYED RIGHT NOW,” Toge continued, steamrolling right over Megumi. “AND YOU KISSED YUJI? TALL-WOMAN-WITH-A-BIG-ASS YUJI??”

“Megumi’s tall! Ish,” Yuji defended, making Toge jump.

“My bad, bro,” he said. “I didn’t realise you were here.”

“Clearly,” Megumi huffed.

“Does Satoru know about this?”

“…No….”

“You told the internet before you told Satoru??”

“We were gonna tell him before this came out!”

“Oh my god, he is gonna kill you,” Toge said gleefully.

“Who’s gonna kill who?” someone else asked. A mop of white hair peeked round the door. “Are we still doing interviews right now?”

“Uh oh,” said Yuji.

“Uh oh,” Toge agreed, grinning madly.

Megumi stared at the sunglasses slowly making their way around the doorframe. “I’m gonna have to tell him now, aren’t I.”

“Yes.”

“Tell me what?” asked Gojo, stepping fully into the room. “It can’t be that bad. Like, what ridiculous thing could you possibly tell me?”

“Maybe that he kissed Yuji?!” Toge interrupted before Megumi could even open his mouth.

“Thanks, man,” Megumi said sarcastically.

“Is that true?” Gojo asked, still calm.

“…Yes.”

There was a long pause.

Gojo opened his mouth, then closed it again. He stared closely at Megumi, who stared back. Then he stared closely at Yuji, who looked more and more terrified by the minute.

Eventually, Gojo decided to break the tense silence.

“If you get pregnant, I’m not financing it.”

“WHAT?!”

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She Gets the Last Word Part 3

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: You're going to learn one way or another not to mess with the First Lady

Synopsis: An Instagram live featuring Anitta was the absolute last straw when she mentioned the First Lady. She catches wind of it and realizes that there is truly only one way to settle this

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

Slight NSFW 18+

Requested by my baby @hoodharlow 😘🥰

Read part 1 and part 2 first

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“Baby?” You said to Jack in order to get his attention. The both of you were laying down with Jack lying on top of your chest.

“Yes mamas?”

“I’m thirsty so I’m going downstairs. Do you want anything?”

“You.”

“Jackman! I meant to eat or drink!”

“Uh yeah, my wife.”

“I can’t with you. Baby, move over so I can get up.”

“No.”

“I’ll be right back!”

“You have thirty seconds starting now.”

“Jack, it’s going to take at least thirty seconds to get your ass off of me.”

“Not you fat shaming me.” Jack said while looking down at you from his rightful spot on top of your boobs.

“No one even said that so stop being dramatic. I’ll be right back.”

“Give me a kiss and I’ll let you go.”

“Fine.” You leaned down to plant multiple kisses on your husband and when he was satisfied, he finally rolled off of you so you could get up.

“I’m already missing you! Don’t take too long!”

“I promise I won’t, it’ll be less than five minutes..”

While you were downstairs, Jack suddenly got a notification on his instagram saying that Anitta went live and he had been mentioned. He immediately rolled his eyes and wasn’t going to bother clicking on it since he knew that this was dangerous territory from previous experiences. You had almost fought her at least two times before and he was trying for there not to be a third time.

And once he did, he immediately regretted it.

“Shoutout to Donatella Versace for custom-making this outfit, and shoutout to Jack Harlow 'cause he's gonna be taking it off of me tonight, I need everyone to make sure that his bitch of a wife is occupied while he does.”

Oh, fuck.

Not wanting for you to find out, Jack quickly left the live, and simply threw his phone to the side and waited for you to come back.

He was trying to do something to occupy himself and keep his composure before you came back so that you wouldn’t notice that anything was wrong.

Two minutes later you came back and noticed that Jack was looking a little nervous which left you confused.

“Smush? You okay?” You asked concerned and brushed one of your hands through his curls as you settled back down beside him.

“I’m fine, baby girl.”

“Then why do you look so nervous? Did something happen in the two minutes I was gone?” You asked while laughing wondering what possibly could have occurred.

“Nope.”

“I’ll get it out of you sooner or later. I always do.”

“It’s nothing mamas.”

“Don’t you think I know when you aren’t telling me the truth by now? We’ve been together for almost ten years.”

“I just… I don’t want you to worry about it. Let’s just finish watching the movie.”

“Jack, you don’t want me to worry about what exactly?”

“Baby girl, it’s nothing. I promise.”

“If it wasn’t nothing, you wouldn’t be this nervous to tell me. Baby, come on. Whatever it is, we’ll get through it and deal with it like we always do.” You said while leaning over to kiss his cheek.

Just then your phone went off signaling an incoming facetime call from your best friend Saweetie and you immediately answered.

Now Jack knew he was in for it because he had a good feeling as to why she was calling you.

“Hey! What’s going on?” You answered with a smile. It had been about two days since the last time you two had a facetime call. But, being best friends you made sure to text each other every day.

“BITCHHHHHHHHHHH!!! DID YOU FUCKING SEE ANITTA’S LIVE?!”

“What? Girl, why would I watch that? I could care less about her.”

“Baby, you about to care about this. She said and I quote “Shoutout to Donatella Versace for custom-making this outfit, and shoutout to Jack Harlow 'cause he's gonna be taking it off of me tonight, I need everyone to make sure that his bitch of a wife is occupied while he does.”

You were quiet for a few minutes trying to take in what Saweetie had just told you.

Oh, so she was really asking for it now

“I’m sorry, what? Come again?”

Jack knew he was done for.

“And she and her fans were tagging Jack during the entire thing! He didn’t say anything to you?! I think they were saying he logged on at one point but didn’t say anything.She was eating that shit right up when her fans started bashing you.”

Jack was now trying to make an escape out of the bedroom, but you quickly caught him out of the corner of your eye.

“Jackman Thomas stop right there and get your ass back here. Di, let me call you back.”

“Oh shit, don’t kill your husband.”

“No promises.”

Once you hung up, you threw your phone to the side and crossed your arms while looking up at your husband.

“Pookie?”

“Yes?” Jack answered while rubbing the back of his neck indicating his nervousness.

“Did you log onto her live and not tell me?”

“Umm?”

“Did you hear her say that?”

“Kinda sorta.”

“JACKMAN EITHER YOU DID OR YOU DIDN’T. SO WHICH ONE IS IT?”

“I heard it, but baby I didn’t mention it because she’s not important!”

“Oh, so this is why you were acting all nervous and shit when I came back, huh?”

“Y/N, let it go, please. You know that she is nothing compared to you. I love you and that’s it. That’s all. End of story.”

“Nuh uh. I told that bitch that she had one more time and this is strike three. Imma kick her ass now.”

“BABY!”

“No! She’s asking for it and she doesn’t know when to quit.”

“This is exactly what she wants! She wants to get a reaction out of you.”

“Well she fucking got it. I can’t believe you weren’t even going to say anything to me.”

“Babe….”

“Admit it. You weren’t. Saweetie had to be the one to tell me and not the person that I’m married to. Do you not see anything wrong with that picture?”

“I thought because she’s not important that it wouldn’t matter.”

“Well you thought wrong.”

“Come here, stink.” Jack sat down on the bed and pulled you onto his lap and kissed your forehead.

“What?” You asked while crossing your arms.

“First of all, lose the attitude before I fuck it out of you. Second, I love you. You know that right?”

“I know, I love you too." You muttered back while trying to look anywhere and everywhere except your husband's eyes.

“You know you’re the only one for me, right?”

“Yes, but you’re mine and I can’t understand why people want to be so disrespectful of that.”

“I agree baby. But you are literally the only person to ever make my heart skip a beat and have butterflies and shit. No one else will ever come close.”

“Stop smush!” You exclaimed while hiding in the crook of his neck.

“I’m serious!” Jack moved you to the side so that he could lift your chin in order to be able to face him.

“I know you are. I just…. It’s hard to see people talk about your husband and be disrespectful. It’s like we’re married so she needs to back off. If she doesn’t want to be single so bad, she needs to get a boyfriend.”

“I know and the best thing we can do is to ignore it.”

“But!” Jack immediately cut you off with a kiss.

“Baby, promise me.”

"I'm from the southside of Atlanta and you know good and damn well that I don't play that shit. Someone needs to put that bitch down."

"Y/N, I'm serious."

"I know shit is serious when you're calling me by my first name."

"I'm going to need for you to do better. All of this fighting shit needs to stop. We're trying to build our future and we need to focus on that and not you kicking someone's ass on a weekly basis."

"But…"

"I don't care if they deserve it either. I need you to promise me and once again lose the damn attitude."

“I promise.” you replied and Jack leaned down to kiss you once more.

Not being satisfied with your tone of voice, Jack then eyed you and made a face.

"Lay down. Now.”

"Or what?"

"One of these days Mrs. Harlow is going to learn to stop testing me and getting an attitude." Jack replied while reaching under your shirt and massaging your left breast which resulted in a soft moan erupting from you.

"I.. don't have.. an attitude." You replied between breaths as Jack began to place soft kisses on the side of your neck that was facing him before replacing his mouth with his hand slightly choking you making you whimper.

"You sure about that?" Jack asked while slipping your shirt over your head and making the motion to slide you off of his lap and lay you down.

You stayed quiet as Jack then removed your shorts leaving you completely bare in front of him.

"I asked you a question, baby." You heard him say as he reached down to massage small circles on your clit making you whimper.

"I'm sure."

"Well I beg to differ. Keep them legs spread."

You, Danielle, Saweetie, and Nicole decided to do a small get together and the four of you decided to go to dinner and go bowling afterwards since Jack was currently in New York and you could use the company and the distraction from the instagram live that had taken place.

All of you were in Atlanta, and Nicole wasn't taking any summer classes so you invited her to come along.

You admit that you weren't very good at bowling. None of you were, however, it was still fun nonetheless.

It was your turn when you heard the familiar voice of the one person who you couldn't stand.

"Well, well, well, look who it is. You actually let your husband go somewhere by himself?"

Anitta.

You were doing your best to ignore her and focused on the pins that were staring back at you at the end of the lane to knock as many down as possible.

"No this bitch didn't." You heard Saweetie say from behind you.

"She needs to take her ass on somewhere."

"I know you heard me, little girl."

You tossed the ball down the lane before turning to the left to look at her.

"I'm going to need for you to stay over there and mind your own business."

"Or what? Is Mrs. Harlow going to beat my ass? I'd like to see you try. Don't like being called little girl huh?"

"Oh shit, her hoe ass is asking for it now." Danielle added while looking over at her.

"Keep in mind, my husband isn't here to hold me back so watch your mouth."

"You would've thought that she learned from the last two times." Nicole muttered while rolling her eyes.

Danielle then stepped in front of you to peer up at Anitta since she was shorter than her as well.

"Walk away. You don't want to go there with her."

"Aw! How cute! Big sister has to step in and fight your battles for you."

"Not at all. She can defend herself just fine. However, if you step towards my little sister, you're going to have to deal with me too."

"I'm not scared of you or her little self for that matter."

"Famous last words." Nicole said while shaking her head.

"Anitta, I have given you multiple opportunities to walk away and yet you're still over here in my face."

"Hmm oh how did you like my Instagram live? Can't wait until Jack can take a dress off me."

All you saw was red.

You reached past Danielle and lunged at her making her fall backwards and slide under one of the many chairs that was set up near the lane she was bowling in.

"Get off of me you crazy bitch!"

"Oh! I got your crazy bitch alright!" You said while landing another punch as she was trying her best to push you off of her.

Just then Nicole noticed one of Anitta's friends trying to come up behind you to attempt to throw a punch at you and she immediately stepped in.

"Don't you fucking touch my cousin, bitch!"

Two more of Anitta's friends came over to attempt to defend her and that was when Danielle as well as Saweetie stepped in.

“Bitch if you make me break a nail I swear!”

“See, yall talked all that shit and can’t even fight!”

“We from the southside of Atlanta and we don’t play that shit.”

At one point, you were now standing and grabbed Anitta by her hair as she was kicking and screaming and threw her down one of the bowling alley lanes actually knocking down the pins.

"Now that's what I call a strike." You said aloud and could hear Danielle, Saweetie, and Nicole laughing.

You looked down at your right hand to see that one of your nails had broken and you rolled your eyes.

"Your dumbass made me break a nail."

All you could hear was Anitta moaning as you squatted down to face her.

She was bleeding from only God knew where and you didn't feel bad for her one bit.

She got what was coming to her and she was asking for it for almost eight months.

"I warned your bitch ass to stay away from me and my man. Now look what happened. I don’t know why your ass is up here crying. Maybe next time you'll actually listen to directions and stay the fuck away. And hire a new hairdresser. Those tracks came out a little too easily. I always get the last word." You state while tossing the loose track in her face.

Just then you heard sirens outside and looked at your older sister with wide eyes.

"Go out the back go go! I'll get our purses." You heard Saweetie say as you slipped off your heels in an attempt to be able to get your car faster.

Once the four of you were safely in your car, the realization of what had just happened was finally starting to set in.

"Finally! That bitch deserved it!" Nicole exclaimed while checking to make sure that she didn't break any nails.

"She did but…"

"But what, Y/N?"

"Jack is going to be so mad at me."

---

Meanwhile Jack was in New York currently looking at a necklace that he got for you. It had his initial J on it and it was in rose gold. He couldn’t wait to be able to give it to you when he flew back to Atlanta in the next three days.

Just then Urban shoved his phone into Jack’s face to show him something on his timeline on instagram.

“Watch this! Watch how this girl literally threw the other one down the lane in the bowling alley!”

Jack took Urban’s phone and was watching the fight unfold from the beginning.

“Got damn, did she tear her tracks out?!”

“And she’s so much smaller in comparison to the other girl, but she kicked her ass. I wonder what started the whole thing.”

“Who knows?”

“How much do you wanna bet it was probably over a guy?”

“Probably was. Do you think Y/N will like this?” Jack asked, showing Urban the necklace.

“If it has anything to do with you, you know that she’ll love it.”

Just then Jack had an incoming facetime call from you.

“And look at that, you talked her up.” Urban said while walking out of the room.

“Hey my baby!”

“Hey babe! How are you?”

“I’m good, you surviving without me?” Jack asked and you simply shrugged.

“I’m doing the best that I can, but I mean the girls can only keep me entertained for so long.”

“EW! SPARE US THE DETAILS!” Jack heard Nicole yell and all he did was laugh.

“Well it won’t be too much longer and I’ll be back. And what are you still doing up?”

“You already know that I can’t go to sleep unless I talk to you first.”

“I know.”

Just then you moved your hand in front of the camera and Jack caught sight of your broken nail.

“Baby!”

“What? What’s wrong?”

“I just got your nails done before I left and you broke one already?”

“Oh, you know me. Just a little clumsy at times. I’ll call her to get it fixed tomorrow.”

“You okay, mamas?” Jack asked while eyeing you. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but something wasn’t right.

“Yes, why do you ask?”

“I don’t know…. You just seem a little off. I just want to make sure my baby is good.”

“I promise I am. I’m about to go to sleep so I love you and can’t wait to see you on Friday.”

“Love you too, baby girl.”

Liked by jackharlowsource, laflare1017, champagnepapi, druski2funny, normani, theestallion, and 3,293,861 others

theshaderoom: yall remember that video we posted the other day with two girls fighting in the bowling alley in Atlanta? we have officially gotten word that it was none other than Y/N the First Lady of Private Garden and Anitta!! Eye witness accounts state that Anitta went up to Y/N first, however it is believed that the First Lady threw the first punch! We’ll be sharing details as we learn more!

jackharlowsource: oh shit does jackharlow know his wife is still out in these streets fighting?

normani: YESS MY BABY BEAT HER ASS! SHE DESERVED IT!

druski2funny: y/ninsta THREW HER DOWN THE DAMN LANE!!!! jackharlow GET YOUR WIFE LMAOOOO

lilnasx: all I saw were tracks flying lmaoooo wheww anitta you should have known better girl! y/n don’t play about her man! strike three!

sza: I AM SCREAMINGGGGGGGG

jackandy/naremyparents: come on y/ninsta we love you, but how much longer are you going to keep fighting people for?

thestallion: wait one damn minute, I spy saweetie, mortirolo, and danivalentine 😭😭😭

urbanjack24: did yall notice how all of them are staying quiet as hell? lmaooo but anitta deserved it. y/ninsta kept warning her

druski2funny: anitta how them floorboards taste? you shoulda known better than to play with my girl!

lilnasx: WAIT A MINUTE! I AIN’T KNOW mortirolo HAD HANDS LIKE THAT!

softtcurse: so sad I missed this in person. y/ninsta I am so proud of you for standing up for yourself and kicking that bitch’s ass

urbanwyatt: YASMIN!

softtcurse: urbanwyatt what? what I say?

jackharlowsource: DJ drama is going to end up dropping her ass if she keeps this up. Jack has the patience of a saint but he deserves better from his wife. this makes all of privategarden look bad

Jack was in disbelief as he scrolled through the multiple comments and the tags of the most recent post on the shade room.

All of PG was with him and no one was uttering a word, not knowing if it was safe to do so or not. Jack’s jaw was clenched and the famous neck vein was sticking out.

“Umm, Jack?”

He didn’t even bother responding.

“Look I know you didn’t want her fighting but the girl deserved it.” Shloob said while passing his blunt to Urban who had a look of disbelief on his face.

“And she didn’t say anything to you?”

“Nope, and she had called me that night and acted as if nothing was wrong.”

Jack was then trying to call you, but it would go to voicemail every single time.

“She has to know that you know. I have never seen a time when she didn’t answer a call or a text from you.”

Jack then sent a text to Neelam who he knew already was aware of what you had done.

Jack- I need to get on a flight to Atlanta in the next hour

Neelam- You still have some things to do first

Jack- It can wait. I need to go and talk to my wife

Neelam- Just call her

Jack- Nah, this needs to be said in person

Jack had then landed in enough time in order to get to your show and was going to confront you before you went on stage. He couldn’t wait until after.

All he could see was red and couldn’t believe that you would keep something like this from him.

Once he got to the arena, Brandi was the first one to spot him and was trying her best to calm him down before he went to see you.

“Jack, I know you’re mad...”

“With all due respect Brandi, you don’t know a got damn thing right now. Where is my wife?”

Brandi simply pointed in the direction of your dressing room and Jack was soon in the doorway. He peeked in to see you, Julissa, Danielle, Saweetie, and Nicole and made a note to get on them later for letting you fight and not pulling you away.

Nicole was the first to spot him.

“Oh, shit.” You heard her mutter and turned to see that you were now face to face with a pissed off husband.

“Everybody, out now. I need to talk to my wife.”

Everyone filed out of the room and you were actually legit scared of what was about to happen.

“Y/N….”

“Yeah, pookie?”

“Cut the fucking shit right now. So you decide to fight her even though I told you to let it go? And end up on TMZ and The Shade Room? Oh, and not answering your phone when I called you? You knew what the hell you did and you weren’t even about to tell me?”

“Babe…”

“Don’t fucking interrupt me because I’m not done. Do you… do you not realize how that makes you look? How it makes all of PG look? You’re better than that, at least I thought you were. You get mad when I keep shit from you but you turn around and do the exact same thing.”

“Wait…”

“I’m not waiting for a got damn thing. You promised me that you would stop doing this shit and I turn around and here we are again? Why are you even crying? Your tears really aren’t doing anything for you right now so stop. I am so disappointed in you, I can’t even begin to explain how much. So, this is the type of example you want to set for our kids? Because you know they’re going to see this one day, right?”

“That is not fair and you know it! I was defending myself because she legit started it. I was going to ignore her, but she kept going!”

“And I’m about to get on Saweetie, Danielle, and Nicole for just letting it happen.”

“Don’t blame them.”

“How can I not? They were with you weren’t they?”

“Baby, I’m sorry, okay?”

“Nah, sorry is not cutting it. I am so tired of you pulling this shit.”

“I…”

“You cannot always fight your battles with your actual fists all the damn time, you’re an adult so you need to act like one. We aren’t in high school anymore.”

You were sitting there quiet because for once you were at a loss for words.

“Like Y/N, you promised me and what? You forgot and that shit went out the window?”

You remained quiet and didn’t offer a response.

“So, you don’t have anything to say now?”

“I said I was sorry, smush.” You tried to come closer to Jack to embrace him, but he immediately backed up.

That definitely stung.

“You can be sorry all you want, but it won’t mean anything if you don’t do better.”

Without another word, Jack left out of your dressing room and you were left to sit there and reflect on everything that had happened in the past week. The tears wouldn’t be stopping anytime soon.

He then cornered Saweetie, Danielle, and Nicole in the hallway and they knew that they were about to be in for it.

“So, yall just let her fight her huh?”

“Jack…”

“No, I told yall to keep an eye on her and keep her company, not have her fight and the three of you jump in too! You didn’t even try to stop her!”

“In our defense, Anitta did start talking shit first.”

“Okay? Ignore that shit. All three of you are too old to be acting like that and that is the exact same thing that I told her.”

“We had to defend her!”

“Yall trying to justify what you need is not going to fly with me. And Danielle you’re the oldest so I kind of expected more from you. That’s your little sister yes but come on.”

“Jack if you would have heard how she was talking to Y/N...” Danielle started to say but was immediately cut off.

“I’m done talking about this, I just…. The four of yall are dead wrong.”

“Wait, Jack where are you going?”

“Tell her I’ll see her at home, I’m too pissed off right now.”

It had been two weeks since everything went down and it was safe to say that Jack was barely speaking to you.

You couldn’t blame him, however, one thing that you’re always going to do is defend yourself.

There was so much tension in the house and Urban was doing his best to keep the peace, but it didn’t seem like anything was working.

You had made one of Jack’s favorite desserts as a peace offering and he didn’t even touch it.

2fo ended up eating it.

Wanting for this to be over with, you went upstairs to your shared bedroom to confront him.

Jack was scrolling on his phone and didn’t even make a point to look at you when you walked into the room which has never been the case.

“Baby?”

“What?” Jack answered you but still didn’t take his eyes off of his phone.

“Are you still mad?”

“Not as much as I was before but yes.. Did you need something?”

“I… I really am sorry.”

“You know how you can prove to me that you are?”

“What’s that?”

“You seriously need to go to therapy and anger management.”

“Oh…”

“Were you expecting me to say something else?”

“I really didn’t know what to expect.” You replied being completely honest.

“Seriously, you need to do it because I don’t feel comfortable bringing a child into this situation.”

“Jack…”

“No, I'm not budging on this. I’m not having you walk around here mad and angry at the world because someone decided to say something about one of us with you carrying our child. They can sense that shit. And you aren’t about to put yourself or our child at risk. You know how your anger is.”

You sighed before replying to him knowing that he was right.

“I guess that makes sense. I promise I’ll go.”

“Don’t promise me anything, show me. You promised me that you wouldn’t fight her and look how that turned out.”

“I’ll try my best to do better.”

Just then you got a text on your phone from Brandi.

Brandi- Y/N, I don’t want you to panic but....

You- Out with it Brandi

Brandi- I’m pretty sure that Anitta is going to press charges

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seryu-17 · 5 months

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Most underrated vocals in KPOP (my opinion)pt.1

My most underrated vocals in K-Pop. This is only my opinion and isn't supposed to hurt anyone. Let me know your opinion in the comments. Who do you think has underrated vocals?

I don't hate any of the idols or the groups. If I don't mention an idol that has an amazing voice doesn't mean I hate them, I am just gonna talk about the ones I think get too less attention. There are way more idols to mention!

The8: I mean, have you seen his voclas in "Fallin' Flower", "Anyone" and "Home; Run"!?!?!? ""Hai Cheng"?!?!? For me he has one of the most underrated vocals. Give this man some more lines please. Btw I love "Side by Side" both versions.

Jun: When we are talking about The8 than we also have to mention Jun as well! His vocals as well in ""Fallin' Flower" are just so underrated and amazing, but as well as in "_World"

S.Coups and Vernon: Vernon's part in "_World" and "Circles". S.Coups soft part in the end of "Rock with you" or "Circles" are just amazing. Their rap is even more amazing but when they have vocal lines they're killing it.

Wonwoo: Even if he is in the Hip-Hop Team, his vocals are so amazing. His low voice gets me everytime. Just look at "Circles" and "Ima". When he covered S.Coups part there. Everyone in SVT has amazing vocals in my opinion. The mentioned ones are just underrrated in my opinion.

Yuqi: Now that she dropped her first album she gained more attention, I guess but before that I think she mostly got praised for her deep voice and her nice vocals with her deep voice but she proved that she definetly can hit those high notes! For example the high note in "Eyes Roll" so amazing, my jaw DROPPED imidiatly. Don't get we wrong. I love Yuqi and her deep voice but when I heard her in "Eyes Roll"....damn.

Soyeon: jumping from Yuqi to Soyeon. I guess after Super Lady she defenitly proved that she can hit thos high notes. In a video she or Minne? said that neither Minnie nor Miyeon could hit the high notes in the beggining so Soyeon did it herself. I don't wanna say that Soyeon is a THE best vocalist in G-Idle, but she defenitly proofed that she isn't simply a rapper. She is also the one who records the song for the members so they know how they have to sing it.

RM: Just look at the song 4 o'clock by V and RM. He's an amazing rapper, but in 4 o'clock we can see that he has a soft deep voice and I appriciate that. But we can also hear his beautiful voice in his album "Indigo". Other example is his song "Lonely" and "tokyo". He's not my fav in this list but I defenitly think that his vocal potential is underrated!

Mina: I know, a lot like her and I do too, but I don't think that she gets the attention she deserve for her vocals. Her "Snowman" cover is absolutley beautiful, change my mind. But also her vocals in "Boqute", "Marshmellow" and "Do not touch" are sooooo beautiful.

Chaeyoung: Chaeyoung's cover of Justin Biber's song is just so good and I love the "Popstar Chaeyoung Remix". As well as Dahyuns vocals, aslo pretty underrated sometimes! Like her in "I GOT YOU".

Changbin: You you ever seen his performance in the masked singer??? I never could have thought that this is him. If you haven't seen it...here. I LOVE HIS RAP, but this...this is just different. I don't want to say that he has the best vocals in SKZ, I just think that his vocals are underrated.

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11. Hwang Hyunjin: Watch his 00s "Psycho" performance. He sings the high notes. I just think that now day he doesn't get enough chances to proof that he can serve beautiful vocals as well. I know that Hyunjin gets praised alot, I just think that his vocals don't get enough attention. I mean, he is the Versace prince himself and SKZ attended the Met Gala.

All of these idols and groups are amazing and should be praised for their hard work and all the groups and idols I haven't mentioned in this round are also amazing and deserve every love and recognition. These are also just 11 idols which I mentioned, there are way more to mention. Let me know your opinion.

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sarahs-secrets2 · 2 years

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Versace on the Floor (Phillip Graves x Reader) 18+࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ

YALLLL the lovely @loneghostwolf made this absolutely breathtaking render for this fic and I couldn't be more obsessed!!! Please make sure you follow and check out the rest of her works!!!

This is sex, money, feelings, die I just changed the song because this one fit the vibe better (don't hate me pls), italics signify an event in the past throughout the fic

Based on Versace on the Floor by Bruno Mars

fem reader! (no use of Y/N)

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: NSFW, smut, pet names, sexual tension, (if I forgot anything pls lmk!)

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Your reflection stared back at you as you finished getting ready before heading down to meet the Commander, your newest catch. He was tall, not the tallest, taller than you though which was all that mattered. He was also very pretty, his blonde hair and blue eyes were fitting for a southern Texas boy. He had money but it wasn't flashy money, he kept it understated. Simple pleasures he indulged in, and you were one of them.

You had met at a bar, your previous date bailing on you, which had left you sipping wine by yourself in an upscale bar you had no business being in anymore. Always the one being the knight in shining armor, Phillip Graves had approached you, saving you from the embarrassment of being stood up. Despite his appearance, he wasn't a douche, he was kind and even made you laugh, which was rare for a man to do.

The night had led you back to his penthouse apartment in the city. He acted as if he was embarrassed for you to see his place, he was much more understated than the penthouse. Graves enjoyed his ranch back home in Texas much more compared to the penthouse he stayed in when in between deployments. Since he was rarely there, the place looked brand new, almost untouched. You weren't one for hooking up with someone you had just met but something about Phillip Graves made you think this wouldn't be the last time you would be seeing him.

You headed downstairs, Phillip waiting for you, looking handsome as ever in his suit. He was back after a long deployment. The two of you had been together going on 10 months, Graves was taking you out for an anniversary dinner, quite the romantic he was. Prior he had sent you to pick out new outfits for the both of you.

“Doll, don't forget this” he waved the black Amex in the air as you were slipping your shoes on to leave,

“Phil, c’mon I don't need that”, you smiled at him, he loved to spoil you and you loved to be spoiled but didn't want to come off as ungrateful.

“If you don't take it, I won't let you leave”, he looked up smirking as he tipped the card in your direction.

“And how do you plan to do that?”, you sauntered over to him, making a point to jut your hips out a little more. As you approached him, his hands wrapped around your waist, burying his face in your neck.

“Phillipppp-” you dragged his name out as he started to place kisses on your collarbone. Instead of using his words, he responded with a light bite on your neck, sucking slightly to make sure he left his mark.

“Want everyone to know you’re mine, you know that? I’ll leave even more if you don't take this damn card and get us some outfits for tonight”, the Texan accent slipping out as he insisted that you let him spoil you.

“Fine, whatever you want” you placed a quick kiss on his lips as you grabbed the card,

“Now that’s more like it darlin’”, he leaned up against the counter as you headed out the door waving bye.

You didn't plan to spend so much money but when the lady at the register said,

“That’ll be $5,625”,

Your jaw dropped and prayed Phillip wouldn't be pissed as you slid the card through the machine. You weren't used to having this kind of money at your disposal, even after being with the CEO of the Shadow Company for so long. He had become quite accustomed to having money, he just didn't spend it, he did enjoy watching you spend it though. Anything you wanted you got, even when you mentioned something in passing. Graves' love language had become gift-giving after he met you.

The restaurant Phillip had picked was of course the nicest one he could find, only the best for you. The two of you finally sat down in a private room he had booked for the night.

“You are so extra, you know that?” laughing as Phillip fixed his tie,

“Hey, if I'm gonna be your sugar daddy, I gotta know when to splurge”, he chuckled as he threw you a wink

“Sugar daddy? Where’d you get that from hmm?”, Phillip Graves as a sugar daddy wasn't something you had ever seen coming, but the idea of him being yours set your senses on fire.

“What ya like it?” his hand began rubbing up and down your leg, creeping farther up your thigh with each stroke.

“You could say that, Commander”

“I like to spoil you, now what’s wrong with that?” his tone had changed and his eyes had gone dark with lust.

“Absolutely nothing”, you whispered as you leaned in to close the gap between you two. Graves taking charge as his hand snuck around the nape of your neck pulling you in. Your hand cupped his face to deepen the kiss. The hand that was once on your thigh had snuck up under your dress to play with the waistband of your thong, lightly pulling it back to allow it to snap against your skin.

“I think we should take this home, yeah?”Graves mumbled against your lips, you nodded your head vigorously in an attempt to get out of the restaurant faster. Neither of you even made it past the car.

Phillip being Phillip, had a driver, which was extremely useful in situations like this. The both of you slipped into the back of the black SUV, luckily the car had a partition that Phillip had closed for privacy. Once the car door closed, he pulled you up onto him to straddle his lap, his hands on your waist holding you firmly in place, slowly rocking you back and forth on his hardening cock. His lips didn't leave yours the whole car ride back to the penthouse.

The two of you stumbled out of the car, Phillip attempting to fix your hair which he had ruined by running his hands through it. You both found your way up to his penthouse quickly, arriving at the door your hands anxiously wrapped around Graves’ back as he fumbled with his keys. The second the door opened you were all over him. Lips connected as you pushed him toward the couch as you fiddled with his tie, too distracted to figure out to take it off properly.

“Hey doll, slow down, I’m not going anywhere”, you could feel him smiling into the kisses, “Let me help you. He grabbed your hand as he sat down on the couch, tugging you down to sit on his lap. He leaned back into the couch, slowly peeling off his suit jacket, giving a sultry smile the whole time. Once he had discarded the jacket he moved to his tie, hooking his fingers above the knot to loosen it. You were getting impatient as you shifted your hips on his lap, causing him to lightly buck up in response.

“Be patient,” he whispered as he pulled the tie over his head, you nodded. His hands went to your hips to hold you in place, as you rested your hands on his chest. Noticing he was still wearing his shirt you tugged at the collar as you started to unbutton the white dress shirt.

Phillip let out a sigh as you moved down closer to his erection as you untucked the shirt to finish undoing the last couple of buttons.

“What’d you say about patience again?” teasing him with his own words as you could tell he was getting tenser with every movement you made. He ignored your comment as his hands began to roam your body, as they eventually landed at the zipper on your back.

“Stand up and turn around for me darlin’”, which you obliged, Graves standing up with you as well. His hands slowly crept down your back before landing at the zipper again. Before unzipping the dress, he began placing slow kisses on your back, each kiss sending a shock through your body. He mumbled something against your back as you could feel the vibrations coursing through you. Your mind too foggy to interpret what he said.

The sound of the zipper finally brings you back to reality as one of Phillip's hands guides the zipper down, and the other rested lightly on your back. Once the dress was finally unzipped he allowed it to drop to the floor. Turning you around and pulling you close to him so you could step out of the dress completely.

“Wow”, Graves’ breathed out, he kicked the dress away, sitting back on the couch resuming the previous position as he pulled you back onto his lap.

“That dress was expensive Phil, you can't just kick it around the floor”, you giggled, your hands rested around the back of the Commander’s neck.

“Doesn't matter, not when I have a pretty girl sitting on my lap right here” shooting you a grin, as you playfully slapped his chest.

“Now, what are we doin’ down here? If I recall, my bedroom is upstairs”, Phillip stood up taking you with him as he grabbed the underneath of your thighs, allowing you to wrap your legs around his waist as he carried you up the stairs.

Graves lightly tossed you on the bed, before crawling on top of you, “Now you gonna let me spoil you tonight doll?”, you nodded as it seemed the Commander's new kink had been revealed all in one night.

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I put my all into this one LOL I hope you all liked it, I lowkey went off from my original plot and got too caught up with sugar daddy Graves

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junikicker · 2 years

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Role Play - Lady Gaga x fem!reader

Role Play – Lady Gaga

pairing: Lady Gaga x fem!reader

warning: smut, mommy kink, name-calling (bunny), sex toys (r receiving), breast play (r receiving), role play (kinda), i think that's it

summary: You are attending a theme party Stefani seems to quite like her role and sticks to it, teasing you all night. When you get home, she still stays in character...

word count: 2.3k

A theme party. You weren’t particularly a fan of them, sure, you liked to dress up in a suit or dress, but the theme “Iconic animated characters” didn’t particularly scream evening attire.

The topic of who you were going to dress up as was settled with the delivery of the invitation from none other than Stefani’s friend Donatella Versace, you saw the theme and immediately knew what you and your girlfriend, Stefani were going to dress up as. You see, when she spent the first night at your place, you had watched ‘Who Framed Roger Rabbit’ and since then it was your go-to and comfort movie, when you didn’t know what to watch, you’d be watching this movie.

Not to mention the fact that each of you did carry at least a part of a specific character’s traits. Stefani carried the compassion and selflessness that Jessica Rabbit carried, and just as the redhead had proved herself to be, Stefani and Jessica were incredible seductresses. You, on the contrary, were goofy, talkative, and sometimes a bit childlike, your diagnosed ADHD matching with the hyperactive behavior of the redhead’s husband, Roger Rabbit.

“What is it, baby. You’ve been a bit off track today.” Stefani asked you as you were laying on the couch, finishing some work on your laptop, Stefani had been answering some emails as well but now her laptop was laying closed on the coffee table. “It’s nothing, my love, really.” You waved it off, hoping she wouldn’t ask further. “Is it because of the party? We can still cancel if you want.” She offers, squeezing your leg.

You close your laptop as well, setting it down on the coffee table next to Stefani’s MacBook.

“No, no, we’re going, we already accepted the invitation. I just don’t like costumes, I guess, Halloween really was always just putting on a witch hat for me.” You replied, you were never a fan of events where you had to dress up in stupid costumes, you weren’t from the US, and in Europe Halloween wasn’t that big of a deal, carnival also never happened to be your thing.

Stefani had climbed into your lap by now and her arms were resting around your neck. “Are you sure? I don’t want you to do something that makes you uncomfortable.” She checks in. You always admired how she made sure you were comfortable in almost every situation. You smiled at her. “I’m sure, every experiences are learning experiences.” You replied as your hands stoke her waist. She smiled back at you.

“I love you.” She told you. “I love you more.” You replied and kissed her softly.

You couldn’t help your mouth falling open when Stefani entered your shared bedroom, coming out of the bathroom attached to it, the stunning red dress that Alexandre Vauthier had custom-made for her hugged her body perfectly, the purple gloves looked stunning and the red nine-inch heels made her taller than you. Your eyes traveled up her body until you were met with her face, she had her signature smirk, dark red lipstick made her lips appear more kissable than ever and the purple eye shadow made her eyes stand out. And oh how she rocked that red hair. Even though it was a wig, it looked so natural, if you didn’t know it was a wig, you’d never suspect it was one.

You were almost done as well, Stefani had tinted your short hair red the night before, and you wore rabbit ears on your head. A white long-sleeved shirt was tugged into some red dungarees, a blue bow-tie with yellow dots was hanging loosely around your neck as you were seated on the bed, tying your white Oxford’s, a pair of yellow gloves laying beside you.

Stefani chuckled, she knew what this outfit was going to do to you, and you did as well, but you didn’t expect it to do that much to you. She looked hot, hotter than hot. You wanted to pin her to the next wall if you were being honest.

You couldn’t do anything but stare at her as she walked over to you, seductively swaying her hips as she did so. She came to a halt between your legs where she placed a glove-covered finger under your chin, lifting your head to meet her eyes.

“Cat caught your tongue?” She husked and you swallowed hard. She chuckled again and you found your voice again. “You look hot.” You managed to breathe out. She took one string of your dungarees and gently tugged at the, having you stand up. A small smile formed on her lips when she looked down at you. Her hands found your bow tie and she started tying it, her eyes never leaving yours.

The attire seemed to give her some confidence she seemed a tad more dominant than normally, but you couldn’t care less about that. You liked it when she took on the dominant part for a night. At work, she was always in charge of everyone, so when she came home, she wanted to be a bit submissive, and when she wanted you to slip into the submissive role for a night or so, you were happy to as you were a switch.

She leaned down the slightest bit, her lips ghosting over yours, you didn’t hesitate a second and smashed your lips onto hers. You knew you had just ruined her lipstick and so did she, but neither of you seemed to mind. One of her hands found your neck and she dominated the kiss, she made sure, that if you didn’t already know, to show you who was in charge tonight. She bit your bottom lip and slowly pulled away, while you cached your breath, she made sure to get the transferred lipstick off your face.

“Let’s go, Honey Bunny.” She said once she fixed her lipstick as well. You were in trance seeing your girlfriend like this. You wondered how you were going to survive tonight.

The whole car ride she had her hand on your thigh, the sexual tension was almost unbearable. If you didn’t have to attend this party, you would ask her to take you right there and then.

The location was glamorous, sparkles everywhere, and everything looked more than very expensive. The car stopped and the driver opened the door for you. You got out first and helped Stefani out of the car before linking your arms together and walking inside the location over a dark red carpet. Of course, the place was swarmed by paparazzi, it always was when famous people hosted a party. You posed for a minute before eventually heading inside.

When you entered there were people all over the place, you could see someone dressed as Peter Pan, Wendy Darling next to him, apparently, you weren’t the only ones who decided to do a couples costume. You saw the coyote from Looney Tunes as well as Tweety, Harley Quinn, and the Joker chatting with Batman. As much as you hated to admit it, it was not so bad after all.

Donatella was standing at the door you had just entered through, a good place if you’re the host and have to greet your guests. She greeted you and you talked for a minute before she had to greet the next guests, Bugs Bunny and Lola Bunny, it was almost like a masked ball, it was hard to figure out who was who.

A waiter walked by and you grabbed two champagne flutes from the tablet, handing one to Stefani. “Now I’d know that Roger Rabbit everywhere.” A voice addressed you from behind, you turned around in surprise, and your surprised expression widened, even more, when you saw a pink panther standing behind you. “Oh my God, Sebastian!” You laughed, you didn’t know that your brother was invited to the party as well. You gave him a hug and so did Stefani. “You look good, Y/n. You too Stefani.” He complimented the both of you. “Thank you.” Stefani smiled in reply but you couldn’t help but crack a joke. “You look pink.” The three of you laughed again.

You talked with Sebastian for a while before walking around to talk to some other guests. Turns out Batman was Ben Affleck. How creative, you thought. Well, Jared Leto wasn’t really creative either. He was the one dressed as Joker.

About four hours later, Stefani and you were both pretty tipsy, and whenever Stefani was tipsy or intoxicated, she got handsy and started to tease and touch you in places that she knew drove you crazy. You were getting turned on, even more, her appearance alone had you turned on generally but the teasing touches made it harder and harder for you to resist.

Right now, you were on the dance floor, dancing up close to the almost club-like music. At some point, you just gave in, unable to resist anymore and you kissed her deeply, passionately, and hungrily. She kissed back with just as much passion and hunger and you were almost eating each other’s faces. Something inside of her must have clicked and she pulled away. “Patience, Honey Bunny. You’ll have Mommy all to yourself when we get home.” You blushed furiously, at her words. She never referred to her as ‘mommy’ she was really playing this role well and you would be lying if you said you didn’t like it.

An hour later you finally lost your patience, you left the party, you were not the first to leave, and called her driver to get the two of you home. As soon as the door closed behind you when you entered your shared home, she pressed you against the door. “You did so good for mommy out there today, so patient.” She whispered as she pinned your hands above your head, attacking your neck.

You couldn’t help but moan in response, she was so hot like this, you had never dared to imagine this side of her, taking control like this, it was entirely new to you. And it was thrilling.

“Mommy is going to take care of you tonight, she’ll make you feel good over and over.” She husked and finally kissed your lips, she let go of your hands and you started roaming her body, wanting her as close as possible. She led you to your bedroom and made you undress before her while she watched. She put on a show taking her clothes away as well, the red wig was left on, while gloves and heels went away.

You wanted her so bad and at this point, she hadn’t even touched you. “Please.” You whimpered as she hovered on top of you, having you squirm under her gaze. “Please what, honey, I need more words.” She teased you further. “Please fuck me.” You managed to get out. “There it is, honey. Wasn’t so hard, was it?” She asked as she kissed down your throat and left marks on your chest.

She teases you further, stimulating your nipples rather than your core, but you are a moaning mess nonetheless and when she grinds into you you release a pornographic moan. “I wonder if mommy can make you cum without touching you down there. Shall we try that?” She questioned but didn’t receive an answer from you other than another moan at the vibrations her words had caused around your nipple.

She took your moan as a yes and started to give your chest more attention, stimulating you by rolling one of your nipples between her fingers while her lips wrap around the other. She gently bites down on your nipple and you moan at the pleasure you were experiencing. Your moans grew louder and louder in pitch and you eventually released when she bit down on your nipple again.

“You’re such a good bunny for mommy. I’m gonna reward you for cumming without me touching your pretty little pussy.” She husked and reached into the drawer of the nightstand, taking out some silk restraints.

“Hands up, honey.” She ordered and obeyed easily, letting her tie your hands to the headboard. “Is that too tight?” She asked, and you recognized your Stefani and how she made sure you were alright. “No, it’s perfect.” You replied. “May mommy tie your feet too?” She asked and you just nodded.

Once your feet were tied to the bed posts, she grabbed a vibrator from the nightstand. Your eyes lit up when you saw the toy in her hands and heat rushed to your core once again. “So wet for mommy, honey. And I didn’t even touch you here.” She smirked and finally cupped your center. You gasped at the contact and your eyes squeezed shut. “Look at me, baby.” She prompted and you opened your eyes again, meeting hers.

She dragged her fingers through your folds and you were moaning once again. You heard the vibrator being turned on and seconds later it touched your clit, your hips jolting upwards. She slipped the toy inside of you and you moaned louder at the constant vibrations inside your core. Stefani kissed down your stomach and eventually started to eat you out. You were nearing one of your biggest orgasms, hips chasing her lips and almost screaming in pleasure. “I’m gonna explode.” You managed to get out between moans and pants before your second orgasm came crashing into you.

Stefani set the vibrator on a lower setting and helped you ride out your orgasm. “You did so well, bunny. But I’m not done yet.” She husked, damn was she a seductress, and damn was this going to be one heck of a night.

#lady gaga #lady gaga x reader #roger rabbit #jessica rabbit #costume #lady gaga smut #wlw #gxg #lesbian #biseuxal

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late-to-the-party-81 · 1 year

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Kiss it better

An: Here is my entry for @flordeamatista's Loveeeeeee Song Writing Challenge. I chose the song ‘Kiss it better’. Love you Alice! Enjoy some angst, smut and action with our bad boy.

Beta’d by the American disaster, @yarnforbrains

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Relationship: Nick Fowler x Morally grey private contractor Fem!Reader

Word count: 4.5k

CW: alcohol consumption, violence (knives and guns), angst, smut (oral - m receiving, unprotected sex - don’t do this) star-crossed lovers, feels, Nick talking a bit of Romanian. (înger means angel)

You weren’t surprised when you ran into Nick. Given the line of work you were both in, it was inevitable that you’d cross paths now and again.

You’d both spotted each other at about the same time, and he raised his champagne glass in salute at you from across the ballroom, flashing you a wry smile. You tilted your head in a small nod in return, before returning to the conversation you’d been having with your mark. You chatted; you flirted, and you simpered, putting out the air of a vacuous party girl, only concerned with dresses and jewellery.

You felt you were getting there, turning the older millionaire in front of you into putty in your soft, manicured hands, when suddenly you were snagged by your arm.

“Please excuse the interruption, but I haven’t seen this lovely lady in quite a while, and we have lots to catch up on.”

The pretty speech was aimed at your companion, and before you could open your mouth to protest, you found yourself whirled onto the dance floor in the arms of the man you hated to love and loved to hate.

“Rude, Nick.” You pouted at him as you looked up into his artic eyes. You took in the subtle changes since you’d seen him last: another small scar on his left temple - no doubt a souvenir from some kind of fight - a few more grey hairs here and there, and a deepening of the scowl line across his forehead. “I had that guy just where I wanted him, and now he probably thinks I’m going to throw him over for you.”

Your heart and your stomach lurched, and it had nothing to do with how he was gracefully leading you around the floor and everything to do with the mischievous twinkle in his eye.

“You mean you’re not, sweetheart? I thought you’d at least try it on with me, especially after last time.”

“What can I say, Nicky. Sorry, not sorry. It was just business, nothing personal.”

He pulled you closer, lowering his head and whispering directly into your ear - anyone watching would take the gesture as romantic.

“You cost me a lot that day, înger. Not just money either. It was the connections too. So let’s just say that any loss you make today is just a rebalance of the scales.”

He artfully twirled you away and then brought you back into the sturdy enclosure of his arms. You weren’t going to escape him or get your way through brute force, but you had your cunning and, while you didn’t want to hurt him physically, if push came to shove, you had your handy stiletto strapped to your thigh under your Versace gown.

However, now you were being held by him, your body recognised a certain safety, so you slid your arms up around his neck, your fingers delicately teasing the ends of his dark brown hair. His hands came down lower on your back, almost sweeping the top swell of your ass, pulling your hips flush against his. You reacted instantly.

“Is this your way of saying you want me to make it up to you?” You rubbed the side of your nose against his jaw, his trimmed stubble biting in a way that made you want to salivate.

Why the two of you had never properly teamed up, you didn’t know. You’d be formidable if you did, but it was probably because both of you had trust issues. It was a shame really. Both of you were ambitious, driven, intelligent, and fast on your feet - figuratively and literally. Then there was the chemistry. Neither of you could deny the pull between you, like opposite poles of a magnet, constantly being drawn together.

Sex with Nick was something entirely mind blowing. He managed to perfectly toe that line between being rough and dominating enough to excite you, but not so far it made you rail against it. You were independent; no simpering miss waiting for a ‘Daddy’ or a ‘Sir’ to make you feel loved and cherished. You knew what you wanted and when you saw it, you took it. And despite it being a very bad idea, your mind and your body wanted Nick again as soon as you’d locked eyes with him earlier. You had to promise yourself that this would be the very last time you succumbed to his charms.

You rotated your hips and scraped your teeth down the column of his throat, pleased when you saw his reaction - a narrowing of his eyes and an almost inaudible grunt that no-one but you would pick up on.

“Come on, Nicky-baby. Let me say sorry. You can put your pride aside for that, can’t you? Let me kiss it better.”

When he came to a sudden halt on the edge of the dance floor, you knew you’d pushed him too far, too fast. He unwound your arms from around his neck and stepped back, looking down at you with his nostrils flaring in frustration.

“Nice try, înger. Despite how tempting your offer is, we both know it would be a bad idea.”

Time to go for broke. You smiled at him, coyly and tried to close the distance between the pair of you once more.

“Wouldn’t be the first time you agreed to a bad idea. One last time, whaddya say?”

He snorted then, in derisive amusement and taking hold of both humour wrists in one of his hands, stroked the knuckles of the other down the smooth skin of your cheek.

“Are you that desperate for my cock? Your hungry little cunt not satisfied by anyone else? How very sad for you.”

You felt the heat of embarrassment suffuse your neck and face and pulled your arms from his grip with a sudden jerk. Now you remembered why sometimes you couldn’t stand him.

“Fuck you, Nick!”

“You wish, sweetheart. You wish.”

You spun on your heel and stalked towards the bar, deciding you needed a drink to wash the bad taste of that conversation from your mouth. Fuck Nick and the helicopter he flew in on.

A martini and a half later and you were feeling decidedly more calm. You planned to finish this drink and then see if you could recoup lost ground with your mark from earlier. Part of you wondered why Nick was at this gathering, but given the mixture of folk in attendance, it could be anything from corporate espionage to arms dealing. Everyone here was in pursuit of power and money at all costs. You and Nick were no different than the rest of them.

The problem with a group like this, though, was that it only took one idiot with a short fuse, and an even shorter dick, to turn it into a shit show.

Across the room, you became aware of Nick being in deep conversation with some other men that made even someone as hard as you shiver in distaste. Yes, you were ruthless, but even you had morals - certain enterprises that you would not entertain even as a means to an end.

The conversation turned heated, voices rising to a level where they could be heard above the band. You slipped away from the bar, drink abandoned, instinct driving you to see if you could assist Nick and lower tensions. You were charismatic and had a way with people, especially certain men who could be manipulated by a melodic laugh, a flash of cleavage, and the insinuation of a good time to come.

“Nicky. Gentlemen. Everything alright over here?” They fell silent at your interruption, but none of them took their eyes from each other. You stifled the urge to sigh. Men and their need to dominate one another.

“It’s all good, înger. You run along now.” Nick’s voice was tense, and you guessed that the man he was staring at was the leader of the group. Unfortunately, you were standing closer to him than any of the others, and with the protection of his men around him, he felt confident enough to drag his eyes from Nick and run his gaze over you. His interest made you feel nauseous, but you kept your vapid smile on your face.

“I think she should stay, Nicky. It’s always a good idea to improve the view.” He took hold of your arm and hooked it through his, pulling you close, half in front of him, his free hand poking into the small of your back. No, not his hand. His gun. With only Nick able to see your face now, you rolled your eyes. This idiot had signed his own death warrant, and didn’t even know it yet. And he kept on talking.

“Let’s take this party outside, shall we? Continue our discussions in private. I’m sure I can persuade you to see my point of view, Nicky.”

Your hand inched down leg, to the thigh-high slit in your dress, and you watched the tiny twitch of Nick’s own hands, desperate to be holding a firearm and taking out these bozos. You turned your head to look up at the man holding you, putting on your most doe-like expression.

“But I don’t want to go outside. It’s cold. And the party's here.”

He gave you a rough shake.

‘Shut your mouth. You obviously mean something to my friend here, so I need you to help me keep him in line.”

With as much honey dripping from your mouth as possible you delivered your coup de grace.

“But how are you gonna keep me in line?”

For a second he was speechless, processing what you’d said, but before he could make any retort he jerked as your blade pierced his side, sinking into his flesh with hardly any resistance. He let out a grunt and his gun clattered to the floor.

There was a moment’s silence before all hell broke loose.

You dropped down, out of his slackening hold, scooping up the firearm with your free hand as you jerked the knife from his body. He collapsed, blood pouring from the wound and splattering your dress.

Then the gunshots started.

Whether Nick started shooting first or the goons, you didn’t know or care, but the ballroom was filled with screaming, and the smell of gunpowder mixed with blood. Nick grabbed your hand and pulled you up and behind him, shielding you as he reversed you both out of the chaos, returning fire against the four men shooting at the pair of you.

You plastered yourself to his back, the pilfered gun in your left hand, firing around his body. Nick jerked, letting out a stifled shout and you glanced with him, seeing the darkening of his suit jacket fabric on his right upper arm. It didn’t slow him down though.

Reaching the doorway, you turned and bolted through it along the corridor towards the exit. The pair of you burst out into the chill of the night, passed the startled valet’s having a secret smoke, and towards the rows of parked cars.

Keeping low with Nick covering you, you tried the handles, finally finding one that the low paid teens hadn’t locked properly. Carefully, you slid into the passenger side, then moved across the centre and into the driver’s seat. Nick followed you in, closing the door quickly to extinguish the overhead light.

“Why the hell are you in the driver’s seat?” His whisper was harsh as your hands worked their magic with the wires under the steering column.

“Just keep an eye out, okay, Nick? Let’s play to our strengths here and not gender roles. I’m better at hotwiring, and you’re better at shooting. Also, I’m not bleeding. Therefore, I drive; you clear a path. Oh, and put your seatbelt on.”

From the corner of your eye you saw him shake his head and heard him chuckle, and you couldn’t hold back your smile. However, your concentration returned to the job at hand as the engine of the car roared into life. You heard shouting as the men chasing you suddenly identified where you were.

“Hold on!” You threw the car into reverse, the spinning wheels kicking up gravel as you manoeuvred the car out of its space. A loud bang, followed by a ‘thunk’ let you know your escape vehicle was now being shot at, and the pair of you ducked your heads as you moved the shifter into drive. In a shower of glass, the rear windshield was gone, but that just allowed Nick to turn in his seat and shoot back as you flattened the accelerator, and the car screamed down the driveway. You exited onto a narrow, country road. You had no choice but to turn on the head lamps, because without them you were likely to end up upside down, in a ditch, on fire.

For a minute or two it was quiet, the only sounds were those of the engine and your and Nick’s breathing.

“We need to turn off this road. Might be being followed.” His voice was strained, probably due to the shot he’d taken.

“I know a place nearby.”

He grunted and went silent again. Then a minute later, “Did you have to kill him?”

You chuckled. “You know me, Nick. He pissed me off. Underestimated me, and he only got to do that once. No second chances. Besides, he was annoying you. Only I’m allowed to do that.”

Another grunt, but you could tell it was one made with a smile, albeit a pained one.

The car hugged the road surface, and you drove along at breakneck speed, only slowing down just before you returned off, not wanting to leave obvious treadmarks leading onto the dirt track.

You pulled up outside a small cabin and killed the lights and engine. Knowing Nick was capable of getting out of the car himself, you strode straight to the front door, turning the handle and giving it a shoulder barge in just the right place to pop the ineffective lock.

It was a rustic place, and you grabbed hold of the oil lamp and matches, quickly illuminating your immediate surroundings with a soft glow. The door clicked, letting you know that Nick had joined you.

“Get that jacket and shirt off, big boy. Let’s see how big your new scar is going to be.”

You moved off toward the back of the cabin, searching for the first aid kit and the half bottle of vodka. When you came back, Nick was standing where you left him.

“Swallow your pride, Nicky. Sit and strip.” You inclined your head to the rickety chair next to an equally dilapidated looking dining table, and finally he complied, but not without a deep sigh. He hissed in pain as he took off his suit jacket, and even in the low light it was impossible to hide the amount of blood on his dress shirt underneath. It was obvious his adrenaline was dropping with how sluggish his movements were getting, and after watching him fumble one handed with his shirt buttons, you came to his rescue, freeing them all in a matter of seconds. You helped him shed the ruined fabric and tried not to let your gaze linger on his chest.

Passing him the vodka bottle, he took a hearty swig before sloshing some over his wound. Taking the bottle from him, you gave him the lantern to hold instead.

“Hold it steady - I need to see what I’m doing here. I was never any good at embroidery at school.”

You did your best not to listen to the small sounds of pain he let out as you cleaned away the blood and shirt fibres from the wound.

“You’re lucky, Nick. Just a deep gouge where the bullet grazed you. Good job those guys couldn’t shoot for shit.”

“Stop yapping and get on with it. I wanna go to sleep and try to forget that this evening ever happened.”

“Well excuse me, Mr Grumpy Pants!”

You didn’t take his attitude to heart - you knew he was cross with himself for how the evening had gone down and for letting himself get hurt.

Having made sure you’d done the best cleaning job possible, you threaded the needle, heated it in the flame of the lantern and then dipped it in the vodka to cool and sterilise as best you could. Nick let out small grunts as you pulled the edges of his damaged flesh together, doing your best to be neat about it. You found some gauze and dressed the wound, wrapping the fabric around his firm bicep.

First aid completed, Nick placed the lantern in the middle of the table and you slumped down in the chair next to him. You took a drink of vodka from the bottle and then passed it to him, watching as he took another swig.

“You sure you’re okay, înger?”

“Peachy, Nick. Can’t say the same for my dress, and I really liked this one.” In the gloom the blood stains on it weren’t obviously visible, but you knew they were there. The pair of you lapsed into silence, passing the vodka bottle back and forth, and you trying to ignore how Nick looked at you when you hiked up your long skirt to make it easier to remove your heels.

As you freed your feet from their confines you wiggled your toes.

“Up.” Nick’s command didn’t take you too much by surprise. He knew how much you hated wearing heels. You placed your feet in his lap, and with his good hand he started to massaged up the ball and arch of your foot. You let out a moan at the feeling and heard his small laugh.

“Don’t change, do you, sweetheart?”

“Neither do you, Nick. It’s why we make such a great team. Like tonight. Thanks for getting me out of there.”

“Hey, I think we both got both of us out of there.”

He was right, and you hated to think how things could have ended this evening. There was a lump in your throat as you considered your life without Nick in it. It was getting harder and harder not to admit how you felt.

You watched him concentrate on your feet, seeing some of his rarely unveiled softness.

Fuck it.

You suddenly pulled your feet from Nick's lap, and while he was still momentarily confused you rose out of your chair, closed the distance between you and sat down on top of him, your legs bracketing his thighs.

You took his face in your hands and watched the yellow glow of the lamplight reflect in the mist-blue of his eyes.

“You know how I feel about you, Nick?”

His left hand came up to cover your right, an unusually tender gesture for him.

“I feel the same, sweetheart.”

“But we’re no good for each other, are we?”

“Not in this lifetime, no.”

Nick responded so apologetically, and you felt your heart swell. Leaning forwards you pressed your lips to his, kissing him slowly and sweetly. He accepted your kiss for what it was, not trying to deepen it. Your hands fell to his shoulders and his large ones clasped your waist.

You pulled your lips from his and trailed them down his throat and across his right collarbone. He stayed still, his emotional state only given away by the way his fingers tightened their grip.

You pressed your kisses over his shoulder stopping where the gauze you’d wrapped around his arm started.

“Will you let me kiss it better, Nick? Just one more time?”

“Of course, înger. This last time, and all the other ‘last times’ we find ourselves in.”

“I mean it, Nicky.”

“You mean it every time, sweetheart…”

Your lips smiled against his warm skin, moving back across to his chest. His scent was stronger due to his earlier exertions, and you breathed it in as you kissed across his small, pebbled nipples. You couldn’t resist the urge to bite down on the meat of his left pectoral, and you delighted in the sharp intake of breath that Nick took.

“Înger….” He growled out a playful warning and you laved your tongue over the small marks you’d left. Part of you hoped it would bruise and leave him with a reminder of you that would linger.

Your hands moved lower as you continued to worship Nick’s torso, working on his belt and the fastening of his dress pants. Nick shifted on his chair, allowing you to pull the expensive black fabric down his legs. You didn’t need bright lights to know how aroused he was; the way his cock bounced against your hand from inside his briefs made it more than clear.

Curling your fingers around the waist band, you freed him as your mouth travelled lower. You licked up his length and revelled in how he rested his left hand on the top of your head, not controlling, but just to feel you. You licked him again, just to feel him shudder with anticipation, before finally taking the tip of him into your mouth.

The chair creaked as Nick shifted his weight under your sensual onslaught. You’d done this dance so many times before that you knew what he liked, how to make him lose his resolve. You dipped into the slit of him, tasting the pearly drops of precum that leaked out before swirling around his head and teasing his frenulum.

You sank down further, drawing him deeper into your mouth, feeling his cock twitch as it bumped against the back of your throat.

“What are you doing to me, sweetheart? You know I can’t resist you.” Nick’s voice was soft, almost tender and romantic, and you wished the pair of you could be more.

His hips twitched pushing him further into your throat, and you could feel tears prickling at your eyes. If this was going to be your last time doing this you wanted him to remember it. Your hands rubbed up and down his thighs, feeling the strength of them as the coarse hair grazed your palms.

Nick’s breath was coming out in heavy pants, his hand gripping the back of your head.

“Înger, fuck, I need you. Please…”

You allowed him to tug you away and off his cock. He dragged you back onto his lap, pulling and pushing at your long skirt so that the only thing separating the pair of you was your flimsy lace underwear. This time when he kissed you it was with more passion than before, like he was trying to brand his body with yours.

You rolled your hips over him, both of you moaning into each other, desperate for that final connection. It took you only a moment to reach between you and pull your thong to the side, finally allowing him access to you.

You took him all in, relishing in the burn and stretch, too impatient to feel him to take your time.

“Nick!” His mouth latched onto your throat sucking and biting, his hands gripping your waist as you started to move. There was no romance here, just need and passion and want. As much as you wanted the former, there was no space for it between you and Nick - it would just make it hurt more.

“I wish we could run away, sweetheart. Tu și cu mine, away from all of this, somewhere where no one could find or bother us. Ți-aș da lumea.”

“I don’t need the world, just you.”

His hands were on your back, working the fastening of your dress, pulling it down your body to pool at your waist. He freed your breasts from your bra and lavished his attention on them, rolling your nipples between his forefinger and thumb, then pulling the sensitive nubs into his mouth in turn.

The fingers of one of your hands ran up into his hair, holding him to your chest, and the fingers of the other moved to where you were joined, drawing tight circles on your clit as you rode him.

Three words rested on your tongue, words that you desperately wanted to say, but knew you couldn’t. You both knew there was nothing more for the pair of you than this, and you just had to accept it.

You whimpered as you felt your orgasm approach, repeating his name like a litany.

“That’s it, înger. Give me it. I need to feel you cum, vă rog.”

His words, though starting like a command, ended with a plea, and you knew he was feeling as wrecked as you were.

You cried out, your walls spasming around him as you kept rocking, waves of pleasure threatening to overwhelm you.

“Fill me up, Nick. I need you.”

You kissed him, letting him take over the movement as he planted his feet and thrust up into you in harsh strokes, reaching for his end. You swallowed the noises he made as he spilled inside you and you ground down on him, the final darts of your aftershocks shooting through your body.

Your bodies continued to rock gently against each other and you lazily made out as you both came back down. Nick shocked you though when he stood, and you squeaked as he let you slide down his body.

Your dress fell down your legs to land on the floor and Nick toed off his shoes and shook off his pants and briefs from around his ankles. His skin glowed golden and there was still a feral hunger in his eyes.

“Lead the way to the bed, sweetheart. You need to be lying down for what I have in mind next.”

Sunlight shining on your face finally woke you. Your eyes blinked open, and you found yourself lying with your head on Nick’s chest with your legs tangled together with the sheets.

For a moment you let yourself daydream about what it would be like to wake up like this everyday. You watched his face as he continued to sleep. It was strange to see him so relaxed.

With a sigh you made yourself get up, gently easing away from the man you could easily give your heart to. On silent feet you gathered your clothes, quickly redressing in your bloodstained gown. You didn’t fancy wearing your heels, so you stole Nick’s socks to protect your feet.

You felt bad about what you were about to do, but Nick had his phone with him, so he’d be able to sort himself out, sooner or later. You snuck out the door and climbed into the car, finding it much easier to start it up in the light when you could actually see the wires you were trying to manipulate.

Just like last night, the engine roared to life and shifting into drive, you drove a tight circle to turn the car to point towards the track back to the main road. You had a lot of damage control to do after last night, and despite your feelings, as you’d said to Nick last night, it was just business. You just needed your heart to get the memo.

As you pulled away you glanced in the rear-view mirror, and there was Nick, standing in the doorway, in just his briefs and arm bandage. His expression was unreadable as you lengthened the distance between you until you turned the corner and could no longer see him. Why did driving away this time hurt more than last time?

Hurting bad man, and it hurts inside when I look you in your eye.

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swatches42 · 7 months

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seoafin · 10 months

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Not massively into cucking tbh but sumn about ripmc makes her hilarious material for it specifically because she'd rlly just not GAF😭 her ass would straight up see her loved ones getting screwed and just be like :) hehe I am so happy for you shall I watch or can I keep recording this documentary on mummification And it's like ????😭 whatever u want beautiful...????

Like it's partially kinda sad cus it's evident she's like this due to 9th circle of hell levels of shit self esteem; sis has thoroughly internalised the notion of being inherently undesirable to such a degree that OFC to her nobody would think she's enough and OFC she'll always be the worst option and if it's another girl her lover(s) are fucking well OFC she's being straight up replaced; it's only logical and fair given she so cruelly replaced her mother's life when it's her all along that should have died (oh jah es ist over für mich)

I'd say that personally (cannot speak 4 others ofc) I feel as tho ripmc's cuckability kinda depends on how you the writer would frame it. I feel like an actual realistic in depth look into why she's okay with being cucked would actually be one of the worst most depressing and horrible things ever written, low-key nauseating even, as it goes into how fucked and defeated her sense of self-esteem and dignity is and well, if u jerk off to feeling gut-clenching vom inducing angst then yeah that would work lol... but going in the opposite direction you'd have a literal comedy on your hands especially cus my personal theory is that rip!mc is actually the same breed as Yuta in that they are both low-key lady killers, they are both sickly lookin timid milquetoast loser types that are somehow hidden womanisers. Like yes stsg would fuck whichever 4th is in their bed real good but sumn about how earnest ripmc is with people pleasing and administering praise would have her spoiling said hypothetical bedmates, esp if they were a woman, to the point where honestly...? She'd have some one night stands falling in lov w her I think LMAO, like if that broad Meiko ever tried some shit again I wouldn't be surprised if somehow ripmc managed to seduce her like yeah stsg cock and balls shaboing boing but have you ever felt the tender touch of ripmc caressing your ear and gazing at you in the eyes like you're the rarest star in the sky as she murmurs about how precious and not like the other girls and lovely you are and she means it too cus how the fuck else would she remember u wore versace bright crystal the one time u dropped a bobby pin next to her outside the woman's toilets... She would b making the girlies have a Lois running away w the hot girl cashier family guy moment I fear (the Target laser is stsg)... Like pls, w the way these womens trad husbands treat them she'd have the Real Sorceres Wives of Tokyo considering hettie conversion therapy 💯🙏trust

HELP there are so many crazy points of this message but I can't get over the way you described ripmc and yuuta as "sickly looking timid milquetoast loser types" like....that's poetry baybe

#upon rethinking it yes....it kinda is actually very depressing that ripmc is into being cucked #but when I was originally thinking about it it was more funny in the way #that ripmc is so gay that she'd be into watching stsg fuck a woman #ddao

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littledrummeraussie · 2 years

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someone who feels like home.

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warnings: actress!fem!reader. nonfamous!Ashton. a premier. a photobooth. kisses shared. a love confession.

word count: 4550

author’s note: This was written as part of the @5sos-writing-week - I really wanted to participate and be a part of something! Originally this was meant to be posted on the first day’s non!famous au, but it ended on a love confession note, so we are going with that! ❤️ I don’t think this is my best piece, but I love the characters and the story, and I did enjoy writing this a lot.

Feedback and reblogs are appreciated!

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“Hey, car will be here in ten,” Ashton’s head popped into the room, eyes going wide as he finally registered you. “Wow, look at you!”

You let out a little giggle at his reaction, but otherwise stayed in one place as your stylist did the finishing touches on your dress. Ashton slipped into the room, still not being able to take his eyes off of you, and you hoped he didn’t catch you biting your lip as you watched him too.

“Well, you clean up nicely too,” you made a cheeky comment, and he laughed, rubbing at the back of his neck. And he did – the fitted black pants, the matching vest and the slick tie paired with a white dress shirt with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows gave him a well-dressed, but still casual look, something you knew everyone would notice at the premier. Your eyes lingered on the blood moon tattoos inked into his skin, the rings on his fingers, the chain clipped into his belt loop, and you felt your heart skip a beat knowing that he was your date – even if just for tonight.

“Who did you bribe to let you wear this dress?” he cocked an eyebrow, looking you up and down to take it all in.

“Versace. They were begging me to wear it,” you joked, making Ashton smile as well. “Do we have time to take pictures?”

“Even if we didn’t I would still do it, because you, my beautiful, need to be documented in this dress,” he reached for the camera on the coffee table, quickly checking the settings before nodding at you. “Alright, do your worst, Y/L/N.”

You made sure to stick your tongue out at him as you struck a pose, the both of you giggling like kids as he started taking pictures of you, going from silly to smiley then serious, showing off your long red dress, the shoulders falling off and over your arms, the slit in the skirt giving a nice view at your legs and the white heels you were wearing. It felt like a bold choice, but you fell in love with the colour and the design, and you secretly liked how it made you look something like a princess, even if you would never tell that to Ashton; he would never let you live that down.

“Okay, now a selfie,” he reached for his phone, stepping next to you to fit both of you into the frame. “The first of the many mandatory ones from tonight.”

“You’re lucky you’re taking really good pictures,” you poked him playfully before letting him slide his arm around you, pulling you close. “At least I have good use of you, other than being my arm candy for the night.”

“You’re hurting my feelings,” Ashton pouted at you, but there was a twinkle in his eyes. “I’m your one-man cheer team, and you’re using me only for my good looks.”

“And to scare away creepy guys, don’t forget that,” you winked at him, a slight flirt lacing your voice. Ash scoffed at you with another little laugh, already trying to come up with another comment when your PA knocked on the door, letting you know that the car had arrived and it was waiting for you.

“Shall we, my lady?” he offered his arm to you, and you accepted it gratefully, all the while trying to will the butterflies in your stomach to calm down.

“It would be my pleasure, kind sir.”

The car ride to the premier was a good 20 minutes, during which time Ashton and your PA talked your ears off with the craziest of ideas on how to approach the elephant in the room in case people started to point it out. The metaphorical elephant, who was currently sitting right next to you, making up funny scenarios of his own being.

Because really: who was Ashton to you?

You often wondered and asked the question from yourself. The answer changed from time to time: a photographer. Someone from your management. An annoying little shit. A second PA. A friend who’s been there for you from day one. All those things were true, and yet, none of them sounded as real as the truth: because Ashton was your best friend, whom you had a crush on.

It wasn’t something you felt the first time you met him; no, it was something recent, something you realized one night when he was sitting next to you on the couch just after wrapping your latest movie, talking about his newest musical obsession. What started out as a work relationship turned into so much more: and while he was still part of your team you quickly became close friends – it was hard to remember a time when Ashton wasn’t part of your life. That’s why it wasn’t even a question for you to invite him as your plus one to the premier of the movie you previously worked on. He’s been there every step of the way, and you wanted to show him how much you appreciate his efforts and friendship after everything you’ve been through while filming Fade Into The Ocean.

“Hey, Y/N, are you with me?”

“Sure, yeah! Sorry,” you quickly shook your head, smiling back at Ashton. “Just lost in thoughts, that’s all.”

“Are you nervous about the premier?” he reached for your hand, squeezing it gently, and you wanted to melt into him, tell him all the things running through your mind, all the feelings you’ve been trying to put into words in the last few months. “You know you don’t have to be. People are really excited about the movie. They’re gonna love it!”

“I’m more scared about you stealing the spotlight from me,” you tried to sound flirty, and maybe you did succeed a little, because Ashton scoffed softly, squeezing your hand again.

“Sounds impossible.”

You knew you were close when you started seeing people everywhere on the streets, many looking after your car, trying to see who was arriving. Your PA started to do the necessary rounds once the car was parked, all the while you got out of the backseat with Ashton’s help. Before you knew it he was already checking your dress for wrinkles, making sure no hair was out of place and that your makeup was not smudged.

“You don’t have to do this, you know,” you caught his hand to stop him fussing over you. “You’re my date tonight, remember?”

“And as your date I want only the best for you,” Ashton ran his fingers over a lock of hair, still smiling at you. “And for people to look at the real star of this show, not silly little me.”

“Well, I like looking at you,” you reached for his tie, fixing it so it wasn’t crooked. “And I’m grateful you came along with me. You don’t know how much that means after…” your voice turned quiet.

Ashton didn’t say anything, he simply pulled you against his chest, hugging you as much as he could. For a moment it felt like there was only the two of you, that you could breathe easier; that if you were able to somehow keep Ashton in your life then nothing could go wrong.

The moment was interrupted by your PA, who let you know that everything was ready for your big entrance. Ashton took another second to let you go, but not before pressing a soft kiss on your forehead, whispering encouragements and a promise that he’ll be by your side all through the night. You nodded, accepting the arm he offered to you once again, then the both of you made your way towards the red carpet, joining the people waiting for the premier.

For a while you forgot about everything – it was just you and the people you worked with on the movie, the photographers and the reporters, and the many fans, all of them wanting to catch a glimpse at their favourites. Ashton stepped back to let you have your moment, falling behind as you were photographed, and you needed to fight the urge to turn back to him. You smiled as you posed with your co-star, yet you wished you could have Ashton right back next to you; there was something different in the way you felt when he was pressed against your side just a few minutes ago, leading you out onto the red carpet and appearing as your date for the night. He was flashing a flirty smile towards the people around you, and you could see them swooning at his charm.

Someone asked if your date could join for another round of pictures, and this finally gave you the chance to look his way, his eyes sparkling as he followed you with his gaze. You beckoned him closer, reaching for him with your hand until he laced your fingers together, then sliding his arm around your waist, pulling you back against his side. You shared smiles and a few laughs as you posed for pictures, and in that moment you knew that you wanted all of this to be real; it wasn’t a public relationship for everyone to see, no. More than anything, you wanted to feel the happiness and the calmness that Ashton made you feel whenever he was around.

“Everything’s okay?” he tilted his head to the side, murmuring his question against your ear, raising an eyebrow when you looked up at him.

You laughed and nodded, like he was telling you a joke or a sneaky comment, and he squeezed your waist in return, letting you know that he was there, he was listening, if you needed him, he could take care of you, no matter what it was.

The two of you made your way down the carpet, finally arriving to the last of the reporters before you could go further into the theatre. That’s when you spotted it, a photobooth tucked into one corner of the hall, the promotional pictures of your movie decorating the outside. It wasn’t a coincidence: you did shoot some of the key scenes of the film in photobooths as they moved the story forward. Suddenly you felt like a little kid, tugging on Ashton’s hand to get his attention. A smile immediately took over his face when he saw it too.

“We gotta get our picture taken!” he was already leading you towards the booth. “It’s tradition!”

“Another addition to the collection,” you giggled, more excited about the photos than the premier itself.

“This one will be extra special,” Ashton smiled as he pulled back the curtain, quickly settling down on the bench and patting his knee. “Come on, guess that’s the only way we can fit in!”

It was something that started years ago, a silly little thing you did one afternoon while walking around Vancouver during a break in filming your first major role. You’ve always wanted to try how these machines worked, having seen them in so many films before, but unfortunately you had none in the small town you grew up in. Having a photo strip from one of those booths was something your younger self would have been so excited about, and older you definitely wanted to let her live the dream. You thought Ashton might find you crazy for this, but the moment you told him about it he grabbed your hand and even paid for the first round – the two of you had so much fun that you ended up taking a lot of photos that day.

After that it sorta became a tradition: whenever the two of you found a booth you squeezed into the tiny space to get another photo strip to your collection. You always made sure to get two copies so you could both hold onto the memories you had together.

You settled into Ashton’s lap, arms hugging his neck while the curtain fell back, hiding the two of you in the tiny space of the booth. Ashton pressed the button when you were ready, and the numbers started to go into a countdown before taking the first picture.

3… 2… 1…

The both of you smiled at the camera, a laugh tugging at the corner of your mouths, and you remembered the very first time you knew that you found a lifelong friend in him. You were meant to go on an audition after a quick meeting with him – he wanted to talk about a few things before sending you on your way with a cup of coffee he bought especially for you, and which he somehow poured all over your shirt. After the initial shock he started to apologize, only to find you laughing about the situation, trying to brush away the tears and catch your breath looking at his face. Ashton did go out and bought you a new shirt so you could go to your audition, and the next day he showed up at your door, your stained shirt washed and folded in his hands. Deep down you knew that finally you had someone in your corner – someone who would do anything to make sure you were alright.

CLICK!

Ashton threw his hand up in a rock sign, sticking his tongue out at the camera, and you quickly copied him, feeling silly and so happy in your fancy dress, acting wild and free. It reminded you of all the times he dragged you into some kind of adventure in the strange cities you were working in, all the shenanigans the two of you did on your free days or while you were travelling. Without Ashton you wouldn’t have tried out half of the restaurants that were now your favourites. Without him you would have missed out on art exhibits and carnival rides and concerts of local bands.

You wouldn’t have gotten your first tattoo if it weren’t for Ashton and a bet of who could possibly fit more marshmallows into their mouths. He won; and he did choose a really pretty design for you, something to remember your trip to Japan where all of this happened. The single cherry blossom flower was definitely your favourite.

CLICK!

His eyes were searching you, smile softening as he looked at you, and you felt yourself smiling back at him. There was something familiar in that moment: you felt safe and calm with him there, a feeling that’s been your companion ever since that night a year ago. Suddenly you were back in the small apartment the two of you shared while filming Fade Into The Ocean, your eyes red as tears were streaming down your face, curling up in his lap on the floor as you cried all through the night, the breakup with your boyfriend which happened via phone making you feel like your heart was broken into tiny little pieces.

But Ashton was there, making sure you drank water and let it all out, soothingly stroking your back to help you calm down. You were scared to go out the next day, thinking that the public will just know how you broke down the night before, like it was written all over your face – instead Ashton reminded you that it was just another day, every day it will be a little easier and you shouldn’t be so hard on yourself; you didn’t do anything wrong. He made sure you looked after yourself while working on your movie and dealing with your breakup, and every night you went to bed with a lighter heart, knowing that it wasn’t the end of the world. Not if you had Ashton to help you to come out on top.

CLICK!

Maybe you shouldn’t have done it, but you couldn’t help yourself. Ashton never looked more beautiful than in that moment. And it wasn’t just his looks, no; it was him, the way he was there for you all through these years, how he put you first more times than you could count, how he picked you up and put you back together when you felt at your lowest. He was adventure and silent afternoons in a park, he was coffee dates and silly selfies and reading lines together at midnight. He was the best part of your team, but also your partner in crime, your best friend and the man you fell in love with through the years.

You always wanted someone who felt like home in this crazy and strange life you had – and as you were sitting there in his lap, looking at each other before the last picture was taken, you realized that nobody ever came close to being the person that Ashton was for you. In that moment you knew that you don’t want anyone else in this world, just him, only him. Because Ashton always felt like home to you.

His breath hitched as your lips pressed against his, but it didn’t even take a heartbeat for him to kiss you back, his arms around your waist tightening to hold you close to him. Your fingers dug into his shoulders, like you were scared you would float away if you let go of him. You felt the tip of his tongue on your bottom lip–

CLICK!

The two of you pulled apart like teenagers who got caught, and you felt your cheeks heating up when you realized what just happened. Ashton looked surprised, lips parted as he looked at you almost unblinking, but you saw how his eyes darkened after your kiss. You were saved by a sound that meant that your photos were printed, and you quickly grabbed them, shoving them into your bag as you stood up, pulling back the curtain.

“I– think we should go. Movie is about to start.”

“Yeah… yeah, of course,” Ashton quickly shook his head, following you out of the booth and back into the sea of people, acting like you didn’t just share a moment that might change everything from now on.

ETNews tweeted: @YourName looks stunning at the premier of her new movie ‘Fade Into The Ocean’ joined by best friend as her date. Read more at the link.

You pushed your phone away, leaning back against the headboard of your bed. It was really late at night, or maybe really early in the morning, you couldn’t decide. The premier was long, and the afterparty even longer, full of impromptu speeches and a few more last minute interviews, everyone praising the movie. And yet, if you wanted to be honest with yourself, you couldn’t care less – because all you really cared about was the man who had already turned in for the night in the room next to yours.

All you could think about was Ashton and his arm around your waist on the red carpet, his words that kept you grounded, the press of his lips against yours as you kissed in the photobooth, hidden from prying eyes, and the way he held your hand all through the movie. He kept his promise and was by your side all through the night, but after what happened in the booth he turned a little quiet, and when his door closed after you arrived back to the hotel, you were sure you had screwed it all up. This was the moment when you needed him the most, to make sense of everything, to let you know if you crossed a line. But he only wished you goodnight before disappearing.

Now you were left alone with adrenaline rushing through your veins after the premier, and with your feelings which made it hard to sleep. Your beautiful red dress was laid out on the bed next to you, and you softly ran your fingers over the material. Something came over you, you weren’t sure what, but you reached for your bag and fished out the photo strips from the booth. Your eyes scanned the pictures, the smiles and silly faces, the laughter and the loving look you gave each other, and lastly, the kiss. There was no question in you that in that very moment, even if for just one second, he wanted it too.

You laid one of the pictures over your dress, picking up a few small gifts you got as part of the promotion, then snapped a picture of the ensemble. You made sure to not include the very last photo in it – sure, it was a post for your social media, but at the same time, something much more. You knew it could be a bold move, you knew Ashton will know what you have left out of your post, and deep down you hoped it would help the two of you start talking about what happened back there.

yourname shared a post: What a wonderful night at the ‘Fade Into The Ocean’ premier! Thank you to everyone who came out to celebrate with us! Check out the movie if you can!

Special shout out to my best partner in crime @ashtonirwin for being my fun date tonight!

Before you could chicken out you posted the picture, quickly disconnecting from the internet so you didn’t check if Ashton reacted to it or not. You were sure he was already asleep, it’s been more than an hour since you have parted ways in the hallway. Yet still, you were hoping that he understood what you really meant with your post.

You didn’t want to believe it first, but there was a soft knock a few minutes later. You picked up your robe as you crossed the suite, putting it on before opening the door – and there he was. Ashton was standing in front of you, wearing his black sweatpants, something he always wore as PJs. His hair was a mess of unruly curls, tan skin and the ink of his tattoos illuminated in the lamplight of the hallway and your room.

“Hey, uhm… can I come in?” he rubbed the back of his neck, a pink tint colouring his cheeks.

“Always,” you nodded, taking a step back to let him into the room. “Cannot sleep either?”

“No, not really,” Ashton chuckled, following you. “I just wanted to ask you something.”

“What’s that?”

“Can I maybe get my pictures? I think you grabbed both of them.”

“Of course, just… let me get them,” you nodded towards your bedroom, already turning around.

It kinda felt like defeat – like he’s gonna look at them and decide that the first three were fine, but maybe you should both forget about the last one and what it meant. Ashton didn’t seem like he wanted to talk about it, and suddenly you wished he would leave so you could feel pity for yourself. But before you could take a step you felt his hand reaching for yours, grabbing your wrist and tugging you back a little.

“And maybe another goodnight kiss as well?” he cocked an eyebrow at you while softly biting his bottom lip.

Suddenly you needed to laugh, the sound bubbling up from your chest, and you could see Ashton’s smile as well as he pulled you back and against his chest, hands cradling your cheeks as he pressed his lips against yours, kissing you deeply. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pushing up on your tiptoes as you kissed him back, and while you felt dizzy from the way his lips moved against yours, you also felt that calm, safe feeling settling in your heart, the one you always associated with Ashton. This is what home felt like. Being with him.

“Did you really think I’m not gonna bring this up?” he playfully nipped your lip when you finally pulled back, your cheeks heated from his question.

“I thought I went too far,” you whispered, fingers playing with the curls at the nape of his neck. “We didn’t say much after it happened. I mean… I know I kinda ran away, but…”

“I understand. We were at the premier and that wasn’t the time and place where we could talk about this,” he pushed a lock of hair behind your ear, still looking lovingly at you. “But don’t think for a second that I didn’t want to kiss you breathless all through the night. I just needed to, you know, keep myself in check. And I also thought you might have regretted it, and… I’m not sure I could have been able to take that. Not after feeling so much for you all through these years.”

“How long exactly?” you questioned him, and Ashton let out an embarrassed chuckle, knocking his forehead against yours, eyes shining and looking into your eyes.

“Maybe from the moment I met you. But definitely since I’ve poured coffee all over you and you just didn’t give a damn about it. It was so easy to fall in love with you. Cause you know: you were my best friend.”

“You stayed with me all through these years, even though I was seeing other people. Even though I was kissing guys on camera. Even though I only recently realized what you really mean to me,” you cupped Ashton’s jaw, rubbing your thumb over his cheek.

“Took you long enough,” he chuckled again, making you giggle as well. “But it didn’t matter. I was lucky enough to spend most of my time with you, and if that would have been the only thing I got in the end, I still would have taken it, without a question.”

“I don’t want you to feel like that ever again,” you pressed small kisses onto his lips, mumbling words and confessions as he held you close. “Because I’m the lucky one, having a best friend like you. Someone who took care of me and who’s still doing it every day. Someone who’s just an absolutely wonderful human being, and there is really no one who compares to you, Ash. Gosh, I love you so much, and I’ve been trying to push away these feelings because I thought I’m gonna ruin us, but it was just so hard because all through these years you really just felt like–”

“Home?” Ashton finished for you, and you nodded, lost for words. “That’s what you’re making me feel too.”

“Wherever we went, you were always the person I looked for when I felt homesick or alone. You just make everything feel… okay. I would happily lose everything else as long as I have you.”

“Don’t go that far. I do love you being the wonderful actress that you are. I’m happy to cheer you on from the sideline,” Ashton kissed your forehead. “As long as I have you.”

“I think we have a lot to talk about,” you mumbled against his chest as you burrowed closer to him, and you felt him nodding above you. “And I don’t think I could fall asleep now.”

“So how about you give me my pictures and we climb into bed? I could kiss you some more while we figure this all out. And if we do fall asleep, well… we can continue tomorrow. And maybe find another photobooth to make some new memories. I would love to recreate the last picture of us. Many, many times.”

“I’ll make sure to kiss you again. And again. And again.”

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