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dksfml · 7 months ago

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TAKE A CHANCE WITH ME - YJW

pairing: school president!jungwon x club president!reader genre: secret dating, highschool, jungwon is jealous with club vice president!sunghoon, FLUFF!! en-drama typa jungwon word count: 2.3k summary: jungwon and you knew it's for the best that you keep your relationship hidden for now, however, things have been hard for jungwon ever since the whole campus started thinking that sunghoon and you make a great pair.

His laugh you'd die for, his laugh you'd die for The kind that colors the sky...

every first monday of the month brought a unique buzz to the broadcasting club. it wasn’t just about club projects or the regular announcements—there was something else in the air, something that made your heart race a little faster. it was the day jungwon, the school body president, would step through the door for his monthly broadcast. to everyone else, it was just routine—an official duty where the admired campus figure would deliver school updates. but to you, it was more than that. it was the one time you could be near him without arousing suspicion.

you, the disciplined and respected president of the broadcasting club, known for your flawless grades and no-nonsense attitude, and jungwon, the school’s golden boy, adored by every girl who passed him in the hallway. on the surface, you were nothing more than polite acquaintances—just two student leaders crossing paths for official business. but beneath that carefully crafted facade, there was so much more that the rest of the school didn’t know.

today, like clockwork, you heard that familiar knock at the door. straightening up, you cleared your throat, trying to act as composed as ever.

“come in,” you called out, keeping your voice steady.

jungwon stepped inside, and the usual chatter of the club quieted down. he smiled politely, his gaze quickly scanning the room until it landed on you. but as usual, you pretended not to notice, staying focused on the papers in front of you.

“here’s the announcement script,” you said, handing it to him without so much as a second glance. your heart pounded, but you maintained your distant, professional facade.

as he took the script from you, his fingers brushed yours—just for a second—and it sent a wave of warmth rushing through you. he didn’t meet your eyes, but you knew what that touch meant. behind the polite smile he wore in front of your club members, there was something more. and you wanted to believe no one noticed the way his fingers lingered, even if just for a heartbeat.

sunghoon, your vice president, leaned back in his chair, completely unaware of the tension. “i’ll review the schedule with y/n before we finalize it. right, president?” he asked, smiling at you like always.

“right,” you replied, forcing a smile back, though your mind was elsewhere. you caught jungwon’s jaw clench slightly, something only you could notice. he had heard the rumors—the whispers around school that you and sunghoon looked like the “perfect couple.” people shipped you two together, even though sunghoon was just a good friend who had no interest in relationships. jungwon never mentioned it, but you could tell it bothered him more than he let on.

as jungwon left the room, a small part of you wondered if that would be your last interaction for the day, but you knew better.

to everyone else, it was official business as usual: the president visiting the broadcasting club to announce the school’s plans and upcoming events. but to you and jungwon, there was an unspoken connection woven into these formalities, hidden beneath the surface of your perfectly poised exteriors. and then there was sunghoon—your broadcasting club’s vice president—always by your side, unaware of the subtle, electric tension that hung between you and jungwon during these monthly meetings.

today, as you navigated the bustling hallways of your school, you could feel eyes on you. it wasn’t unusual; as the strict, organized, and admired president of the broadcasting club, people often looked up to you. but the whispers and glances lately were different, especially when sunghoon walked beside you.

“they look so good together.”

“i swear, they must be secretly dating.”

“she’s always with him. it’s just like one of those romance novels.”

you heard the whispers and pretended not to care. you and sunghoon had always been close friends, working seamlessly together, and despite what people said, you knew there was nothing romantic between you. but there was someone else who wasn’t as indifferent to those rumors.

as you entered your classroom later that morning, your gaze drifted down the hallway, half-expecting to see jungwon pass by on his way to class. your heart skipped a beat when you spotted him. he walked with that calm, composed air, surrounded by a group of his friends. the girls nearby were in full swoon mode, whispering excitedly the moment he appeared. jungwon was the definition of the campus crush—handsome, charming, and utterly out of reach for most.

you quickly looked down, busying yourself with your notes. jungwon couldn’t approach you, not here, not with so many eyes on him. but as his footsteps drew nearer, you froze. was he really coming over? the air around you tensed, your fingers tightening around your pen. please don’t. not in front of everyone…

and then, he walked straight toward your desk—but not to you. instead, he leaned over to your classmate, the one seated directly in front of you.

“hey,” jungwon said casually, flashing that easygoing smile that made every girl’s heart flutter. “can i borrow that biology book you mentioned last week?”

your heart sank and surged all at once. he wasn’t here for you—but then again, maybe he was. his left hand rested on your desk as he spoke to your classmate, his fingers so close you could feel the warmth radiating from them. you glanced down, glaring at his hand as though it had betrayed you. did he really have to lean on your desk?

your classmate handed him the book, completely oblivious to the silent turmoil you were in. jungwon didn’t look at you, but you could sense the faintest hint of a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips.

“thanks,” he said smoothly, turning to leave. but before he walked away, his hand brushed over your desk once more, as if to remove something he’d forgotten. you glanced down after he left and saw it—wrapped candy with a crumpled note tucked beneath.

your fingers trembled as you carefully unfolded the note, glancing around to make sure no one was watching. the message inside was simple, but it made your heart race:

“hi gorgeous, i miss u :( just want to tell you how much i want to hold your hand right now. CU l8r <3”

a smile tugged at your lips despite your best efforts to remain composed. you crumpled the note back into your palm, hiding it away before anyone noticed. that brief interaction had felt like an eternity, and your heart still raced from the near disaster of him actually talking to you. but now, all you could think about was the note, and the secret rendezvous waiting after school.

the day crawled by, and soon enough, the afternoon bell signaled the time for jungwon’s monthly broadcast. the familiar hum of equipment filled the broadcasting room as you and sunghoon prepared for the transmission. you kept things professional as always, though you could sense the mounting tension.

when jungwon arrived, the atmosphere shifted instantly. his usual calm demeanor was in place, but you saw the slight flicker in his eyes when he glanced at you standing next to sunghoon. it was subtle—just a brief tightening of his jaw, a flicker of something unspoken—but you knew what it meant.

you handed him the microphone, nodding as you spoke in your most official voice. “the floor is yours, president.”

“thank you,” jungwon replied, taking the mic with practiced ease.

as jungwon spoke into the mic, laying out the plans for the month, you kept your eyes on the monitor, pretending to focus on the broadcast. his voice was smooth and steady, but you couldn’t ignore the way it made your heart skip.

“...and as we move into the second semester, we look forward to increased collaboration between our students and the research institute,” jungwon announced, his voice echoing through every classroom.

you felt a tug, something beyond the words, and against your better judgment, you glanced at him. to your surprise, he was already looking at you. just for a second, his eyes held yours before he turned back to the camera. it was quick—barely noticeable—but it sent a flutter through your chest.

in that tiny moment, you knew. even with the whole school listening, it felt like the words were just for you.

meanwhile, sunghoon remained oblivious, casually checking the sound levels as jungwon spoke. he leaned back in his chair, totally unaware of the silent storm brewing between you and jungwon.

the broadcast ended without a hitch, and jungwon handed the mic back to you. “good job,” you said, keeping your voice professional.

“thanks,” jungwon replied. he was all business now, but as he walked past you toward the door, his fingers brushed your hand, a fleeting touch meant only for you.

sunghoon, who was packing up the equipment, didn’t notice a thing. you wished you could feel the same ease, but every time sunghoon stood close to you, or when he smiled too casually, you felt the weight of jungwon’s gaze, the jealousy simmering beneath his calm surface.

after school, you took your usual route, heading in the opposite direction from jungwon as always. the two of you were careful—no one could suspect that the broadcasting club president and the school body president were secretly dating. but as you turned down the familiar alleyway behind the school, there he was, leaning against the brick wall, waiting for you with that familiar mischievous smile. the moment your eyes met, you felt the weight of the day melt away.

“hey,” he said softly, his voice no longer the cool, composed tone of the school president, but warm and affectionate—just for you.

“hey,” you replied, your smile growing as you walked toward him.

without saying a word, he slipped your backpack off your shoulders and pulled you into his arms, his fingers intertwining with yours like it was the most natural thing in the world. in that moment, the tension of the day—the whispers, the teasing, the rumors—melted away. everything faded the instant you were alone with him, the world outside forgotten.

“you have no idea how hard it was to keep a straight face during that broadcast,” he murmured against your hair. “standing there, talking to the entire school, while you were right there next to sunghoon.”

you smiled into his chest, feeling the warmth of his embrace. “sunghoon? really? you know he doesn’t care about the rumors. he’s just doing his job.”

jungwon sighed, resting his chin on your head. “i know. but still… i hate that people keep pairing you two together.”

“i don’t care what they think,” you replied softly. “i only care about you.”

jungwon smiled down at you, his eyes filled with affection as he laced his fingers through yours. “i know. and that’s all that matters.” he gently tugged you closer, his forehead resting against yours. “but sometimes i wish i could just—”

“just what?” you teased, smiling at how cute he looked when he was flustered.

he hesitated for a moment, before breaking into a mischievous grin. “sometimes i just want to make it obvious to everyone that you’re mine. forget all the secrecy.”

you laughed softly, your heart fluttering at his words. “we can’t, remember? the school would lose its mind.”

jungwon groaned, his hand tightening around yours. “i know. but i miss you so much during the day. all those girls swooning over me in the hallway… it’s hard not to tell them i’m already taken.”

“well,” you said, leaning in closer, your lips brushing his cheek, “you don’t have to worry. i’m the only one who gets to hold your hand after school.”

he chuckled softly, squeezing your hand. “and i wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“i missed you,” jungwon murmured softly, his thumb gently brushing against your hand. “it felt like forever since i last saw you.”

his voice, low and tender, sent a warmth through you that rivaled the sunlight, and you couldn’t help but smile at how much those simple words made your heart flutter.

you laughed softly, squeezing his hand. “you saw me at lunch. in fact, you nearly gave me a heart attack.”

he smirked, clearly proud of himself. “what? borrowing a book from your classmate isn’t allowed anymore?” he teased, though his eyes sparkled with something more.

“you know exactly what you were doing,” you shot back, playfully nudging him. “leaving a note like that? what if someone had seen it?”

“no one did,” jungwon replied smoothly, pulling you closer to him. “besides, i like the thrill of almost getting caught.”

you rolled your eyes, though the smile tugging at your lips was impossible to hide. “you’re impossible.”

“but you love me anyway,” he said softly, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. there was a gentleness in his voice, one that only came out when it was just the two of you.

you leaned into him, resting your head against his shoulder as the world around you grew quieter. in the dim light of the alley, away from prying eyes, the two of you could finally be yourselves—no rumors, no pretenses. just you and jungwon, hand in hand, hearts racing in sync.

“i do,” you whispered, closing your eyes as you let yourself sink into the comfort of his presence. “i love you.”

the words felt like a promise, a secret meant only for the two of you. and in that moment, nothing else mattered.

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twst-aceofhearts · 4 days ago

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🔆anon

Can you make a story with an oblivious reader who says something like “you’re cute” as an offhand statement? Any character is fine though maybe Azul or Riddle

Terms and Flustered Conditions

𝖆/𝖓: This was really fun to write for a first request teehee :>

~no tw, just flustered zul~

𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: azul x oblivious!reader

𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉𝖘: 1670

taglist: @luxaryllis @thegoldencontracts @waterthatsmoe @oya-oya-okay

Azul prided himself on two things: his contracts and his composure.

Tonight was no exception. He stood behind the counter at the Mostro Lounge, overseeing operations with his usual calculating smile, adjusting his glasses every now and then like he was always in control. Floyd was off somewhere (causing problems, probably), and Jade was handling a VIP table, so that left Azul as the face of service.

You strolled in, humming to yourself, clutching a clipboard of deliveries for the Lounge.

“Hey Azul,” you said cheerfully, barely noticing the low lighting, the faint jazz playing, the dangerous glint in his eyes that usually put most people on edge. “I dropped off the supply list in the back.”

Azul looked up, his smile sharp and professional. “Ah, thank you. Ever the dependable one, I see.”

You leaned your elbow on the counter casually. “Mhm. Also, you’re kinda cute when you’re in work mode. Like, ‘merchant but make it adorable.’ Y’know?”

Azul froze.

The world stopped.

You blinked. “Anyway, I gotta head back to Ramshackle. Later!”

You turned and left before Azul could even start a reaction.

His pen slipped from his hand. Clattered to the floor.

Azul stared at the spot where you had stood, glasses sliding slightly down his nose, mouth slightly open in stunned disbelief.

Jade appeared silently beside him, placing a fresh tray on the counter like nothing had happened.

“…Did I hear that correctly?” he asked smoothly.

Azul didn’t answer. His brain was frantically short-circuiting, replaying the exact cadence of “you’re kinda cute” over and over like a cursed spell.

“Adorable,” Azul muttered, nearly choking. “They called me adorable…”

Jade hummed, far too amused. “How fortunate. Not everyone gets complimented by the oblivious type. Though I wonder… should I warn them what they’ve just unleashed?”

Azul grabbed his handkerchief and tried (in vain) to cool his face down. “Absolutely not. I need time. I need—negotiation tactics, leverage—damage control.”

Jade chuckled quietly. “Or perhaps, a contract offering one ‘free date’ in return for a second compliment?”

Azul choked on air.

Azul had prepared.

He’d reviewed social scripts, coached himself in the mirror, and even had Jade run mock conversations with him using your exact inflection. He would not be flustered again. This time, he’d have the upper hand.

You walked in holding a box of new menu supplies, completely oblivious to the psychological warfare Azul had been conducting in his own head all day.

“Hey, Azul!” you chirped.

He smiled, composed and calculated. “Ah, welcome. Back with another delivery?”

You set the box down. “Yup! That and a couple updated drink cards. Oh, and I got you something.”

You pulled a small bag from your pocket and handed it to him.

He blinked. “What… is this?”

You shrugged. “Saw a little octopus charm at Sam’s shop and thought of you. Kinda looks like a chibi form of you. Cute, right?”

There it was.

That word again.

Azul’s soul momentarily vacated his body.

You were already unzipping the box, oblivious. “Anyway, Sam said it wards off bad business deals or something. You should hang it near the register—ah, this one’s leaking, oops—”

Behind the counter, Azul’s hands twitched. He was gripping the little charm with all the delicacy of someone holding a live bomb. His face? A slow-burning shade of red creeping up from his collar to his ears.

He managed to speak. Just barely.

“…You—you bought me a charm. Because it’s cute.”

“Mhm,” you said, busy sorting menus. “You say ‘customer satisfaction’ like ten times a day, but you forget self-care, y’know? Gotta protect that soft heart of yours.”

You said it like you were discussing the weather.

Azul nearly collapsed.

Jade, ever the specter, appeared at his elbow with a tray of sparkling drinks.

“Azul,” he said with dangerous calm, “your heart rate just spiked. Shall I fetch the emergency potion?”

Azul wheezed, “No—no potions. I’ll recover. I’m fine.”

You peeked up. “Huh? You okay? You look kinda pink.”

Azul gave you a strained smile that looked like it had been stapled onto his face.

“I am perfectly fine,” he said, voice a full octave higher than normal. “In fact, would you—ah—consider signing a contract?”

You blinked. “What kind of contract?”

He fumbled for his notebook. “A-ah, well, hypothetically… one where I provide you with free menu samples, and in return, you… perhaps… say that word again. Just once. As research.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Which word?”

He swallowed. “The one that starts with a c and ends with—”

“Croquette?”

Jade actually turned away to hide a laugh.

Azul buried his burning face in his hand. “Never mind. Forget I said anything.”

You just tilted your head. “You’re acting weird today. Kinda cute though.”

Azul.exe has stopped responding.

Azul was suffering.

Every time you walked into the Lounge, something happened. A stray compliment, a casual smile, a devastatingly innocent, “You’re so reliable, Azul!”—it was all too much. He was spiraling, and unfortunately for him, the Leech twins had noticed.

Which is why tonight, after closing, he was cornered in the VIP lounge by the two eels.

“So when’s the big confession?” Floyd asked, draped over the couch like a lazy predator. “You gonna tell Shrimpy you’re in looooove, or should I?”

“I am not—!” Azul started, face already heating up. “I am not in love. I simply… appreciate their company.”

Jade sipped his tea. “Mm. You’ve ‘appreciated their company’ so much you rewrote a contract proposal twelve times because they called you cute.”

Floyd grinned wickedly. “Azully’s got a cruuuuush~”

“Stop saying it like that!”

Floyd, naturally, did not. “C’mon, why not just tell them? Be like, ‘Hey, I like your dumb smile and your cute voice and—’”

“I am not calling their voice cute!”

At that moment, the door creaked open.

“Azul? You still in here?” you called. “Sam said I left my notebook, and I figured—”

The scene you walked in on:

Azul frozen mid-sputter, flushed and holding Floyd’s sleeve like he was trying to drag him into a volcano.

Floyd smirking like a shark on its lunch break.

Jade very politely sipping his tea, totally composed.

“…Am I interrupting something?” you asked, confused but amused.

Azul tried to recover. “N-No! Not at all! I—uh—Floyd was just—”

“I was helping Azully confess his feelings,” Floyd said brightly.

Silence.

You blinked. “To who?”

Azul made a strangled noise. “Don’t say it—”

Floyd pointed straight at you. “You.”

Azul immediately went into cardiac arrest.

You tilted your head. “Wait, me? Like, romantically?”

Azul was redder than a boiled shrimp. “I—it’s not—! That is to say—I may have some interest, b-but it’s entirely conditional! Professional! Not—not that you’re unattractive, in fact you’re very attractive, I just—!”

You blinked. “Huh.”

Azul waited for the ground to swallow him whole.

Then you smiled.

“…That’s cute.”

Azul nearly fell over.

Floyd cackled. Jade, still sipping tea, gave you a nod of approval.

You handed Azul your forgotten notebook. “Well, if you ever want to talk about it, I’m around. Don’t stress too much, okay? You’ll wrinkle.”

And then you left.

Azul sat in stunned silence.

“…Did they just compliment me again?”

Jade patted his shoulder. “Yes. Yes, they did.”

Floyd flopped over him. “Ooooh, they’re gonna ruin you.”

Azul, dazed and doomed, just whispered, “I think I want them to.”

For once, the Mostro Lounge was quiet. No crowds, no clatter of dishes, not even Floyd terrorizing a freshman.

You walked in, waving as usual. “Hey, Azul. Got the last invoice from the alchemy club.”

Azul stood behind the counter, perfectly groomed, hands folded neatly, like he’d been waiting. Which, in fact, he had been. For hours.

“Ah,” he said, his voice unusually calm. “Thank you. Actually, before you go… I have something for you as well.”

You paused. “Oh? Is it tea?”

“…Not quite.”

He reached below the counter and pulled out a single scroll, tied with a navy ribbon and sealed with wax bearing his personal sigil.

You blinked. “Did you write me a contract?”

“Yes,” he said, too quickly, then coughed. “I mean—technically. But it’s… different. Please, read the terms.”

You unrolled the scroll.

Contract Proposal Recipient: [Your Name] Terms of Agreement: In exchange for continued emotional support, offhanded compliments, and existing in a manner Azul Ashengrotto finds extremely flustering endearing, the undersigned proposes the following: - One (1) date at a mutually agreed-upon time and place. - One (1) opportunity to confess his genuine romantic intentions without being interrupted by Floyd. - Optional: hand-holding, future compliments, and/or further shared activities of a couple-like nature. Signatories: Azul Ashengrotto (pre-signed) [Blank space left for you]

You stared.

“…You wrote a confession contract.”

Azul looked like he wanted to curl inside his octopus pot and hide until he was eighty. “I thought it might be… efficient.”

You started to laugh—not cruelly, but warmly, delighted.

“This is so you,” you grinned. “You actually drafted a romance agreement.”

Azul cleared his throat, adjusting his glasses in a doomed attempt to look composed. “If you don’t wish to sign, that’s perfectly—”

You picked up the pen and signed your name with a little smiley face and heart at the end.

Azul froze. “Y-You agreed?”

“Of course I did,” you said, handing the contract back. “Honestly, I thought you didn’t like me because you always get weird when I say nice things.”

“That’s because you keep calling me cute,” he muttered, scandalized. “In public. Repeatedly.”

You beamed. “Yeah. I’m gonna keep doing that, by the way.”

He made a soft, strangled noise.

“Anyway,” you said casually, leaning over the counter, “so when’s our date, octoboy?”

Azul’s face went fully red. “…How’s Saturday?”

“Perfect.”

Floyd leaned around the doorway, grinning like a cat with a mouthful of canary. “Ooooooh, Azully’s got a sweetheart~”

Azul sighed dreamily, holding the signed contract to his chest.

“…And they called me octoboy.”

Jade set down a tray, completely deadpan. “Shall I prepare the wedding registry?”

Azul didn’t even argue.

credit to @enchanthings-a for divider

#athena fics #twisted wonderland #twst #twst azul #azul ashengrotto #azul x reader #twst x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #🔆 anon

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akutasoda · 6 months ago

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the fans are always right. right?

synopsis - mr reca seemed a bit more downbeat then your used too, maybe some rather interesting reviews would cheer him up

includes - reca

warnings - gn!reader, fluff, slight crack, wc - 1.6k

a/n: i uhh had an idea... lost it and tried to salvage what i remembered and this was the result- anyway all the reviews used were given to me by some lovely people ( @tragedy-of-commons, @singularity-sam, @vxnuslogy, @mikashisus, @/milksnake-tea, @/tetrachrxmacy and @theother-victoria) try and guess who's who :))

a huffed sigh escaped you, slouching down in your chair as the clock ticked rhythmically in the background. mr reca was supposed to meet you around fifteen minutes ago. he'd never been late before.

a reasonable explanation would be that he had something more important to tend to. and that would be understandable. but for now you were bored out of mind and leaving wasn't an option as reca could show up at any time - he probably wouldn't be as forgiving if you were to show up after him.

today you two were meant to develop a new script and start on the storyboard for his latest idea. in honesty, you're still not quite sure how you landed this job. you wanted to start getting into directing films of your own but couldn't quite place how to start and so you settled for finding a job as a co-director.

after helping co-direct a few pieces here and there, you got a message from the esteemed mr reca. you had to do a couple (maybe even hundreds…) of checks to make sure you weren't actually dreaming. mr reca didn't exactly strike you as the kind of person to need or even want a co-director.

and yet here you were. apparently he enjoyed the sense of style you breathed into the films you helped direct and thought it would pair nicely with a couple of his. even to this day you find it hard to believe that you still had this job.

but you put your all into it. a lot of trust and expectation was placed upon you and you would be sure to not let him down. even if that meant waiting for him to show up for your appointed meetings.

twenty minutes.

you looked around the room for anything to pass the time, all you could think of was your phone laid idly on the desk. then an idea crossed your mind. reca had recently released a film. perhaps you could read some reviews to pass the time.

you never really expected yourself to be mentioned in any of them. yes you got credits and the recognition for being reca's personally selected co-director but most people still only talked about him in their reviews, which wasn't exactly a problem.

it didn't take long to find a rather reputable review page and so you began scrolling.

you should've expected the first one being a five star review

@bebe_fanpage101 : ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

- "This film has changed my life. My whole outlook on everything that exists in this world, in fact even in the entire universe. I can never look at anything I know the same way ever again. This film represents emotions most humans could never comprehend. But I can. Thanks to this film I have been awakened to many things previously thought unimaginable. Thank you."

a rather extreme opinion in your eyes, reca did have some “over-the-top” fans. your became intrigued after stumbling across a one star review soon after

@frankenweeniehater4life : ⭐

- "what ?"

[review has been deleted]

maybe it wasn't an actual review, but you stifle a laugh at the next review being from the same person

⭐

- "wrong movie how do i delete a review" (Edited)

perhaps this could definitely entertain you until reca arrived. you idly scrolled through the reviews, only stopping when some peaked your interest or made you smile

@seas_ablaze : ⭐⭐⭐

- "A film that does a lot of monkey business and goes bananas with it."

or alternatively,

@frankenweeniehater4life : ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

- "i've seen about a million movies and dear god this has to be one of the worst. an absolute slog to get through. the pacing was awful, everything took years to happen. the soundtrack was grating. the actors either put no effort in or way too much- either put them back on the street or send them back to the musical theater. the cinematography was dull at best and straight up nauseating at worst- i had to pause multiple times so i didn't get physically ill. and don't get me STARTED on the stilted script and dull characterization. and the dog isn't even a weenie."

you reckon they might have gotten the wrong film again… but it definitely explained the username-

and at that moment reca finally showed up, he pushed open the doors grumbling something - obviously whatever kept him busy wasn't pleasant. he had walked in with a huff and his expression didn't exactly read that of happiness.

you brushed it off and greeted him like you usually would, something that was greeted with another grumble which you could only guess was a hello of sorts towards you.

watching, you noted how he slumped into the chair on the other side of the desk and it became clear that he wasn't in the mood to get any work done. the silence was starting to get uncomfortable and so you slid your phone over to him, reviews still open.

reca perked one eyebrow up and questioned you “what's this about? we have duties to complete not waste time”

you hummed in response before sliding your phone closer until he picked it up “it's reviews from your latest film, it's not like we'll be getting things done soon and maybe they could help guide our planning” a small pause “they're quite entertaining”

he scrolled for a bit before stopping on one and reading it out loud

@/blink!vxnus! : ⭐⭐⭐⭐

- "film was great and very informative. it made the story far more interesting compared to other documentaries tackling the same story. - 1 because mr reca wasn't in the actual film"

“it's not very helpful, just compliments” he sighed “and wishful fans being normal”

you smiled in response before reaching over as he turned the phone to you and scrolling back up again “this one's a personal favorite, especially the comments”

@/bebe_fanpage101 : ⭐⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

- "came for the reca shirtless scene, stayed for the storytelling. no regrets stan robin"

- @/ultimate_recakisser : "I mean I’d be the same as well I MEAN WHAT WHO SAID THAT Speakingofshirtlessrecaifoujdthisonefanartdoesanyonewantmetosendit?"

- @/bebe_fanpage101 : "me. dms. shhh."

- @/iwishsundaywasmywife : "id judge u both. but. im the same way abt bird man so i cant"

reca stared at the review, then the comments, before his face began morphing into something akin to the middle point of shock and disgust.

he sighed “there wasn't even a shirtless scene, these people are… enthusiastic, to be nice”

you hummed in response before suggesting that the lower rated reviews may help more and scrolled until you found some.

@/iwishsundaywasmywife : ⭐

- "Great movie. Plot flows well, characters are charismatic and overall a wonderful viewing experience. Just hate the director."

@/abardslyre : ⭐

- "my gf broke up with me for the director. mr reca count ur ******* days."

you had to hold back laughter at the sight of his face distorting into confusion and a slight grimace making the corner of his lips scowl

@/seas_ablaze : ⭐

- "This is awful, pretentious garbage. In all objective fact, he's an auteur wannabe who makes idiotic movies for the normie audiences who are too stupid to think for themselves. I didn't even watch more than five minutes of it, I just know it's bad from his name attached to it. I never made a movie before or have ever taken a film class, but even I could do better than this disgrace of an art form that only a few can ever hope to master. Hell, I would personally kill all subpar directors myself if I could, I'm just that smart. As Lord Scorsese says: Cinema is dead!"

mr reca sighed, deeply, “i can't decide if this helped or not, but im leaning no at the minute”

you definitely could say you enjoyed scrolling through the reviews more, but it wasn't hard to notice how his demeanor changed. how he wasn't so grumpy and you could've sworn that at one point you'd seen a smile on his face. your idea worked.

eventually you two managed to start discussing ideas - which was more him talking your ear off with his ideas and you listening and writing down anything he told you to. and then he paused.

before you even had the chance to question if anything was the matter, reca surprised you “maybe those reviews could help for the next film”

“what do you mean?” you couldn't believe what you were hearing, your spur of the moment idea to show him reviews to hopefully boost his mood so you could both actually talk about his next film properly worked. it actually gave him ideas.

reca prattled on about how some of the reviews gave him the idea for how to expand his latest idea that had hit a wall and now he could continue to elaborate the idea. it was sort of satisfying to see how passionate he had become despite his earlier attitude.

he then abruptly stopped before trailing off “maybe i should listen to some of those reviews and change genres”

you thought that was a rather drastic suggestion, arguing that his current genres worked perfectly fine and it was his speciality, his signature if you would. but then he started mumbling again

“maybe if we went that route… then you could…” he was trailing off, you could barely piece together his coherent sentence but you could pick up on “based on us”

“what? could you repeat that again mr reca?”

“what?”

mr reca was never easy to work with.

taglist - @little-miss-chaoss, @frankiesteinn, @https-sourlimes

#—stellaronhvnters.#x reader #x gender neutral reader #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x gender neutral reader #honkai star rail x you #hsr x gender neutral reader #hsr x you #hsr reca #reca x reader #mr reca x reader

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blues-valentine · 4 months ago

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I’m not surprised a movie as terrible as Emilia Perez is being awarded by mostly white audiences and white film critics, it gives them exactly what they want on how they perceive Mexico. A French man had not business doing this movie. Particularly when it admitted not to feel the need to do research since he already knew “enough” hence why the movie is filled with so many harmful stereotypes. And heavy on how the casting director insinuated there wasn’t good Mexican actors to star in this movie outside of the half white/American ones it got for this film. The movie is absolutely trash from acting to script. Not wonder they released the movie in European countries first before going into Mexico - they knew the reception it was gonna get from Latin countries and didn’t want the bad reviews and opinions to affect their award buzz - and it worked. The award shows will never convince me it was a good movie with performances worthy of acclaim. The movie was at best another over-dramatic romanticization musical of cartel violence and we were supposed to think it was progressive because of the main character. Hopefully Fernanda Torres’ win allows I’m Still Here to get a bigger leap into that Best Foreign Film win at the Oscars. The rightful Latin representation.

#anti emilia perez #emilia perez #sorry #text post #i’m still here #golden globes #and the funny thing is the award is going to France not to Mexico since it was made in France by French writers and producers

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azes-ocean · 6 months ago

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Illusion in shattered glass

An: I promise I’m working on reqs but this was already in my drafts so 💙 I need more Mr. Reca content so I decided to make some! He’s a character with alot of potential 🫶🏼

A dream is just a nightmare you do not want to wake up from.

Inspiration: I can’t find the post anymore but there was a post about someone talking about Mr. Reca erasing his darling’s memories every time he confesses that to try to achieve perfection, if you find it plz tell me and I can add the link 💙

An: I didn’t reread or review it so it might suck, but I did add effort. First few chapter are skip-able ish if your impatient.

Summary: A picture perfect love story directed by Penacony’s greatest director.

Except it isn’t perfect.

You don’t remember any bit of this so-called ‘story’.

Because you-

—CUT!—

TAKE ONE

“I love you, y/n.”

“!?-Mr. Reca-I-do too…”

Directors notes: Disapproved! Adding a title in the acceptance just makes there seem to be a distance or unfamiliarity!

TAKE TWO

“Ah. Y/n. I do adore you.”

“-Reca…? In a platonic or a romantical way…?”

Director’s notes: Disapproved! The way in which y/n still must ask the intent of those words making them seem dense whilst they have much more intelligence then most actors.

TAKE THREE

“Y/n. Will you marry me?”

“Gasp. I-ofcourse, Reca…!”

Directors notes: Mhmm…getting better! But it should be perfect! Therefore disapproved!

TAKE FOUR

Disapproved!

TAKE FIVE

Disapproved!

TAKE SIX

Disapproved!

TAKE SEVEN

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TAKE EIGHT HUNDRED AND EIGHTY EIGHT

————1—————

Mr. Reca slammed his fist on the table as he re-watched the records for the nth time. “Ugh. Disapproved…disapproved…Y/n deserves only perfection, not this dogwash!” He cried, cupping his face between his hands in frustration, mumbling under his breath. “No…no…no….” He murmured, why was this so hard? He was the greatest director in the world! Why couldn’t he properly direct his own love story,..?

Yes, yes, he had tried all the cliché proposals and confessions, flowers, letters, even using a cat to carry on his letter. So what was missing in his grand vision of this ‘perfect confession’!?

———2———

{{This chapter is to give depth to the reader and extra interactions. Skip it you want though somethings may be a bit confusing 💕}}

“What I think of Mr. Reca…?” You echoed, tilting your head in confusion. This was…not what you had expected your friends to ask you during your truth or dare game. “Yeah! I heard you rejected him before!” They gasped excitedly, one of them bumping your shoulder and giggling, covering their mouth. “No. I never did that. He’s just my boss. Those are just rumors.” You clarify, shaking you head with a shy smile. You’d never reject him. Well, you’d never reject him if he asked! But that was just most likely your brain too full of those telenova romance movies you binge watched over the weekend. You looked down to your hands and shook your head lightly, trying to wipe those thoughts from your brain. “Anytyywwwaaayy…. y/n!” Your friend called, pointing at you, already seemingly forgetting their previous question, “You didn’t answer the last question, so you better answer this one!” They chirped in their usual bubbly manner, happily shaking your shoulder like a needy child. Oh no. They had a mischevious glimmer in their eyes. “Tell the truth…why do you only hang out with us in the dreamscape!?” They demanded, huffing while crossing their arms dramatically. Your pulse unknowingly quickened, but your expression was still positive. “I just am too busy outside of the dreamscape. Nothing secretive. Now….F/N!” You smile and point at your other friend in the same matter as the latter, grinning, “Truth or dare?”

———3———

Mr. Reca sat on his desk, Assistant Director across his lap as he went through script after script after proposal after proposal. How boring. It would be a hundred times more interesting to be spending these wasted hours with you. But oh well. Duty called, much to his chagrin. What an artistic block. Almost all of the scripts these days lacked individuality and creativity.

All but lacking stories with a totally predictable ending, boring characters and poorly suggested visuals. The director eventually ran his patience through, crumpling the paper in his hands and throwing it across the room in absolute irritation.

“Mr. Reca…? Are you alright?” You called, knocking on the door after you had heard his exasperated grunts. “Oh, y/n! Please, please, come in if you wish! of course I am alright!” He called, his mood already being lifted by your prescence and concern. As soon as you opened the door he ushered you in and had you seated on the couch in the far corner of the messy room in a matter of seconds. You glanced across at him akwardly, only given a few moments to settle where you sat before Mr. Reca began talking endlessly about the films he was working on, the potential-less stories and manuscripts he was forced to read and a lot of his day. In truth, most of it went over your head, merely keeping up your part of the conversation with the bare minimum occasionally nodding and throwing out “Mhmm”’s “Er-yes…” and “Totally.”

———4———

“Y/n. How do you feel today?” Mr. Reca smiled, drapping his jacket across your shoulders. Even though the weather in the dreamscape was hardly cold, today felt a bit different. “A bit…cold…” You offer, snuggling into his warm jacket and hunching slightly. You looked up to see Mr. Reca with a sad smile, which surprised you. “Is…something wrong?” You asked, looking at him with a concerned look. Mr. Reca never usually showed sadness, but now his expression also held something you never thought was possible for him.

He looked…in grief?

Before you could open your mouth to ask him again, Mr. Reca looked you straight in the eye, his hands clasping together nervously, “Y/n…I love you.”

Your brain could hardly comprehend that. You stared at him for a while, wide eyed and your mouth half open when you finally remembered to swallow. You looked down and turned to him with a joyful smile, “I do too, Reca.” Mr. Reca returned your smile, though it still seemed like he was thinking of something else. You put a hand carefully on his shoulder and hesitantly kissed his forehead. “Is there…something wrong?”

You were met with some silence, which seemed incredibly heavy, not something you would expect the atmosphere of a confession to be like. You knew what was wrong. You did.

But you didn’t remember.

And you can’t remember why.

“Wrong? No. We are actually following the ‘right’” Mr. Reca finally replied, shaking his head whilst forcing a smile. He pulled you into an unexpected embrace, burying his head into the crook of your neck as his shoulders seemed to sag. “And in the will of fate we can never be together.”

You stared at him, though you weren’t confused. Yes, because this happened before.

Eight hundred and eighty eight times, to be exact.

This was what the aeons had written in both your destinies.

“Yes…yes…”

“Because you never existed in the first place.”

———5———

Mr. Reca was now hugging his empty jacket, devoid of the warmth it used to hold.

And he cried.

It had never gotten easier to accept every time that you were a mere memory zone meme.

A fragment of his consciousness and the embodiment of his wish.

Salty tears fell one after the other in a bitter waterfall as Mr. Reca bit his lip, trying to regain his composure as his breath hitched and more tears spilled.

It was an ironic, almost funny thing

The missing piece in his ‘perfect confession’ had always been you.

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TAKE EIGHT HUNDRED EIGHTY NINE

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chanlix-honey · 5 months ago

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Run It Again (Bang Chan)

Warning: Smut (+18), pet names, daddy kink, fingering, fear of thunder, and a panic attack occurrence. Please let me know if I missed anything! Minors, please do not interact.

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: Thank you all for your patience! Without further ado, here's my first Bang Chan x Fem Reader fic. I'm thinking of making this a series, but I have too many ideas and not enough time to write. Let me know if you would like me to continue this, and make it a series with all the boys!

It’s Friday night, and you’ve just come home from a long day of doing voiceovers. With your throat a little sore, you decide to boil some water for a honey tea and change out of your work clothes. Once you’ve changed into your sleepwear, your phone rings. Your manager, Delilah, is calling you.

“Hey Y/N, are you busy tomorrow?”

“Uh, no I don’t think so. Why, what’s up, Delilah?” You ask. You hear her sneeze, sounding distant from her phone.

“-choo! I’m so sorry for calling so last minute, but the animation team just told me they finished the final scenes for the show,” she starts.

“Ah, ok.” Your kettle clicks off, signaling that your water is boiled. You return to the kitchen, grabbing a cup, spoon, and a honey jar.

You shoulder your phone to multitask the call and your tea. “And you know what else is great? Cough cough—The director called just before I called you to say that the voices need to be done by Sunday morning so the team can review it.”

You stop your movements, putting down the honey.

“What?”

“Yeah…I know.”

You both sigh on the call together. Delilah clears her throat.

“Could you come in tomorrow morning so we can make any necessary edits before the review?” Her coughs crunch on the other end of the line.

“Definitely, I’ll be there in the morning.”

“Great! I’ll email you the script now so you can take a look at your lines beforehand. I’m so sorry for all of this, I’m—cough—sure this is inconvenient for you.”

“It’s okay, really! Like I said, I have no plans for tomorrow.” You reassure her.

“Ok, thank you...I’ll see you tomorrow! I’ll send the script now. Good night, y/n!”

“Got it. Good night Delilah.” You both hang up.

You stir the honey and hot water in thought.

As much as you love voice acting, sometimes the job can be stressful. You’re grateful that this job lets you express yourself through characters and it pays your bills. And to be working with the company of your dreams—Stray Kids—is unreal. You remember watching Skzoo as a kid and the joy it brought you. And yet, you can’t help but think that there seems to be some lack of communication (and time management?) within some departments. Hyunjin–head of animation–often loses his head if Felix isn’t around to check in with him.

Finishing your tea, you put the cup in the sink. You head to the fridge to grab some leftovers and put them in the microwave to heat up. Once the food starts rotating, you hear your phone ding. Checking the notification, you read the email. It’s the script for tomorrow’s session.

The TV plays in the background, but you don’t really pay any mind to it until this moment. “Be sure to bring an umbrella if you’re planning to go out tomorrow, as there is a high chance of rain tomorrow…”

You skim through your lines until the microwave beeps. You take out your food and begin to read through the script carefully.

“Okay, let’s do this.”

—

You arrive in front of the production building.

Dark clouds billow the skies, and the sound of thunder floods your ears. You scamper into the building quickly, umbrella in hand. When you enter the building the rain begins to pelt down on the ground. You jump, as lightning strikes outside. For a moment, you stop and breathe deep and shaky breaths. Once you’ve calmed down, you take the stairs to the second floor. All the recording booths are at this level, making it helpful for your trembling knees.

“Let’s hope it doesn’t last all day,” you mutter to yourself.

You’ve always hated storms. They’ve terrified you ever since you were a kid. The strong winds always made you paranoid, thinking of the worst situations. When thunder breached your ears, you would always hide under a blanket to muffle the noise. Your parents used to let you hide in their closet to calm down, usually with a stuffed animal or blanket in hand.

Even today, they stress you out. As if coming to work in the morning for a last-minute session wasn’t stressful enough.

Entering the recording room, you put your stuff down on the couch with a sigh of relief. Thank goodness for sound-proof rooms. Comfortable with the atmosphere, you head into the booth. You take some headphones sitting on a small table in the booth and put them on. Waiting for Delilah and the others to come in, you open your phone to review the script some more. After a few minutes, you get a text from her.

Hey Y/N, just wanted to let you know I can’t make it to the studio today. I woke up with a terrible cold. One of the other guys will come in to watch over your session.

Ah, ok. Thanks for letting me know! I’ll stop by to bring you some soup. Take it easy in the meantime!

One of the other guys? Who could it—

“—Y/N? Can you hear me?” A male voice takes you out of your thoughts. You widen your eyes as you’re familiar with that voice. Looking up, you see him.

“Oh good, you can. I’ll be filling in for Delilah, so just do your lines as if I wasn’t here.” He smiles.

The director is here? Why him, out of everyone? Your hands begin to clam up.

Changbin or Han is usually here to fill in if something happens.

“Ahm, I got them working on other projects this morning, so their schedules are full.”

“Oh, I said that out loud, didn’t I?”

He nods, sheepishly. An embarrassing moment of silence passes and his voice fills my ears.

“Right, go ahead and start from line 5, I’ll play the scene just two lines before yours, so be ready.” You nod in agreement.

The scene plays and you’re cued in to say your line. “Hello! I’m Joy, the host of this series, where the boys bake…”

You breeze through your lines and before you know it, you’re nearly done with this session.

Until, this line.

This is great! Mmm, this pastry is so good, mmm…

You tense up, forgetting that line felt a little lewd for your liking. You thought about it while reading through the script the first time. Realizing that Delilah would be there to listen in, the anxious thought went away quickly.

But Delilah isn’t here. Chan is. The director of this whole project is here watching you voice your lines.

No way. No way I’m doing this line in front of the director. It feels weird…wrong even. I can’t do this!

You’ve never really interacted with a guy in that way before. There is zero experience in that field. You never even touched porn or smut books to find out. You run away when guys flirt with you. The idea of interacting with someone to that extent terrifies you. Doing anything that even remotely puts yourself in a situation that could lead to uhm…doing more…sets you off. You’re worried you would mess up. Especially since you wouldn’t know what to do. You find that trying to function becomes quickly more difficult.

You curse to yourself at the cold that took over Delilah.

The count-in starts, quickly realizing you're up. And the line is next. “This is g-great! Sorry, I stuttered.” He pauses the recording to talk to you.

“No worries, we can always cut it. Just try it again. I’ll give you the last line to prepare yourself.” He instructs, hearing the count-in tick in your ears.

“This is great! M–coughs” he pauses it again. “Is everything okay Y/N?”

“coughs, clearing throat y-eah, yeah. Sorry, I just had something caught in my throat *coughs* I-I’m fine.” You move away from the microphone to clear your throat some more. After a moment, you stretch and take deep breaths to calm down.

“I’m alright now, I can do it this time!”

“Ok, let’s take it back to the last line.” You nod and hear the count-in once more.

The line plays and you’re ready. “This is grea-AH!” You jump back from the microphone and take your headphones off. Chan bursts into the booth concerned.

“What’s wrong?” He asks.

“A spider..” you pant. “I saw a spider on the mic…” He looks around the mic and the ground to find it.

“Spider? I don’t see it anywhere.” He keeps looking around but to no avail. You could’ve sworn you saw it! Didn’t you? Or maybe was it just your hair in your face?

He sighs and rubs his eyes.

“I know we’re almost done, but let’s take a break. It’s still early, and we’re both clearly tired. We’ve been going at this for a few hours already.” His head tilts towards the door leading back to the recording space. You follow him begrudgingly.

He must be so annoyed with me. Maybe he’ll fire me for this… You think to yourself.

Once exiting the booth, you see him back in the chair staring ahead, lost in thought.

After a few moments, he speaks again.

“I’ve noticed you’re having trouble finishing the line.” He looks at you. Chan gets up from the chair and saunters over to you.

“I-I just got it yesterday...I’m just flubbing over this one.” You reassure, avoiding eye contact. Keeping a distance, you walk backward as he continues coming towards you.

“Honest. You just said yourself, it’s early. W-we’re tired. I-I’m tired.” You stammer. Unable to walk any further, your back presses against the wall. Chan places his hand on the wall, near your face, and leans in closer and closer, just until there’s a few inches of space between your noses.

“I don’t believe you. I think you’re nervous.” he sneers, picking up on your nerves.

“Is it…because of me?” He questions.

“That’s..I–” he gently grabs your chin and tilts it up, bringing your vision back to him.

“Delilah tells me you’re great at what you do. Am I wrong?” You feel your face getting hot.

“N-no, you’re not..” you mutter.

You hear your heartbeat travel from your chest to your ears. Blood continues to rush to your face. You start to feel your pussy thrum at the situation.

“Hm. Thought so.” The hand on your chin travels to your lips. His thumb brushes his thumb over your bottom lip.

So soft…I could kiss her right now. He thinks.

“Have you…have you been with someone before?” He looks down at your lips, licking his. Your eyes widen at the question.

“I-!” You close your mouth, trying to collect your thoughts. He looks back up to you, waiting for your response.

“I don’t think that question has anything to do with my work—”

“—Oh but it does. Have you ever felt a man’s touch before, Y/n?” Your brain short circuits. You struggle to find words.

“Have they…” his hand slinks down to your hip, his other hand still perched on the wall.

“Taken care of your needs?”

“Uh…” you begin to feel a wetness growing in your panties.

“Maybe…pleasured you before?” His hand shifts some more, resting on your thigh. His thumb rubs towards your inner thigh, fingers reaching close to your womanhood. You feel yourself vibrate under his touch.

“I…” his hand stops moving on your thigh, waiting for your response.

“N-no..” you whisper. “You’re the first.” He hums in response, as his eyes darken.

“Then can I–no. May I, take care of you?”

All the lights were cut off, and all the electronics whirring in the room were powered down. Chan looked around in the dark room, realizing what had just happened.

“Eep!” You quickly grab onto Chan’s shirt and hide in his chest.

“The storm must have knocked out the electricity. It’s alr–”

“–Please.” His attention is brought back to you.

“Please, uhm…” You wrap your arms around his shoulders, combing your fingers into his hair. He smiles.

“At your service.” He leans in to kiss you, closing the gap.

For the first time in your life, you feel so...aware of your body. Blood pumps to your fingers. Goosebumps lay atop your skin. You feel your hair standing up. You feel the fuzz on your soft sweater. The chill rushing up your back. The throbbing in your jeans. The warmth of his touch. His hands ride up under your sweater, just enough where he can feel the skin above your jeans.

The smell of Chan’s cologne wraps around you, and it's so rich. It’s a light vanilla smell with a bite of cedar and a dash of cinnamon–it’s all you want to smell. And his hair is so plush. It’s like feeling a pillow. You want him, and yet you can’t do anything. You don’t know how.

Your lips move with tenacity, with caution. Anxiety prisons your well-being and you freeze, unsure of what to do next. Chan notices this and pulls back. He rubs his thumbs on your hips to help you calm down.

“Is this ok? Do you want to stop?” He asks.

“I-No. I’m sorry, this is ok…I just don’t know what to do.” Your mind is going a million miles per hour. You struggle to grasp where your head is. All the possibilities of what-ifs, hows, and should-I thoughts whir into the blender that is your mind. You’re slipping into the rabbit hole. A dark pit of void that is filled with racing thoughts. The void strangles you, seeping into your lungs. They continue to fill, ready to burst–

“—Y/N?” A pin drops. You hear your name breathe past his lips.

“Hey. Hey, it’s alright. We can stop if you’re not feeling ok.”

“No, sorry I–I just need a second.” You shakily sigh. “Can I–is it ok if I hug you? Sorry, I–”

He pulls you into his chest, and a small poomf sound is heard, as he wraps his arms around you. Your body vibrates for a moment. Your anxiousness has nowhere to go, so it encapsulates your body. You take deep breaths to really try and calm down. Chan rubs the small of your back–ever so softly–you hum in response.

“Don’t apologize to me ever again. And you don’t have to ask if you need something from me. Just tell me, and I’ll make it happen.”

“Sor–I’ll-I’ll try.” You sink further into his chest as you feel your heart beating to a normal level. Your shoulders slump and you wrap your arms around him.

You start to hear his heart beating in his chest. It’s nearly all you can hear.

After a few minutes, you let go of him and he gently pulls away.

“How are you feeling?” He whispers.

“Better.” You sigh in contentment.

“..And about…?” He leads. You feel your face get hot again.

“Oh! Uh, y-es. I’m still–yes.” You nod. “Tell me at any point if you want to stop, ok?”

“Alright,” you respond. He leans down to your ear and whispers.

“Good girl. Listen to your body and let it talk for you. I’ll do the rest.” He brings his hands to your hips once more. He tilts down, his face breathing down your neck. Softly, he presses his lips to it.

Again.

He keeps at this to trail down your neck and a bit past your collarbone. He stops just above your sweater, where it lays.

“I’m going to take this off of you, ok? Raise your arms for me, baby girl.” You do just as you’re told, and he pulls your sweater off of you, revealing your chest and baby pink bra. You’re itching to hide your chest as a habit but you’re more curious to see what else he does next. So you tame the itch.

“Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.” Chan takes you into his arms and kisses in between your breasts. He sucks and licks all around your exposed flesh, leaving marks. In the midst of this, he slips one of his hands onto your bra’s clasp and undoes the latch. Coming up to your shoulders, he slides the bands of your bra off them.

“Do you know how gorgeous you are?” You look away, blushing some more. You feel your lower region pulse. A soaking feeling sits in your panties once more and you moan quietly. Though not quiet enough.

“Fuck baby girl,” Bangchan grabs your thighs and lifts you. “Daddy wants to hear that again.” You wrap your legs around his hips. Chan kisses you again, his tongue threatening to take dominance. He licks your bottom lips for entrance and you comply, letting him explore your tongue.

He leans you on the wall to take a hand to one of your breasts. With his right hand free, he teases your nipples, pinching and pulling at his own discretion. You moan and whimper in his mouth and Chan can’t help but praise you. He pulls away from the intense kiss while continuing to play with your breasts.

“That’s it pretty girl, you’re so good for me.” Chan nuzzles himself into the other side of your neck, leaving kisses all over it.

“Everyone should know you’re mine,” he growls. He sucks and bites your neck, intentionally bruising it.

“O-oh Chan…” you whimper. Still on his hips, you feel his stiffness. You need more of him, this isn’t enough.

“Mmh..” you grind on him once and your pussy twitches. Both of you are still clothed. There’s so many layers between you two. But you can’t help it. You want him. You need him.

Before you realize, you hear Chan groaning in your ear.

You grind on him again. And again. And again.

“Fuck baby, you’re so eager. You want my dick, huh? You want daddy’s dick in you, princess?” He growls.

You stop for a moment, feeling your body flutter in response to Bangchan calling himself “Daddy”. Rolling off his tongue so pleasantly, so confidently. You plead to yourself mentally, wishing he would say it again. You whine, melting into his body.

“Yes! P-please. I n-need it..daddy.” He coos.

“Aw, you're so cute. You like it when I call myself daddy, don't you princess?” Your face feels hot.

“Y-yes..I really like it..” you mutter, hiding your face in his neck.

“Such a sweet girl. I can’t deny you begging so nicely for me. Daddy will give you what you want…but first, I’m going to take your pants off ok?” He speaks softly.

“Ok.” You nod.

He puts you down to unzip your pants. Pulling them down enough to see your matching pink panties. Your damp spot is revealed and he hums at the sight.

“My, my, baby girl. All soaked, just for me.” He gets down on his knees.

Chan kisses your pussy between the panties and pulls them down, along with your pants. You step out of them, now completely naked. He looks up to you.

“Let me hear you more princess, ok?” Chan plants his face into your region and you squeal in surprise. It’s a new feeling. An odd feeling. A good feeling. Really good. He licks your clit slowly and you whine.

“Ah..d-daddy. That feels good,” you sigh. Chan licks a long stripe, close to your cunt. You feel the pit of your belly sink. At the same time, it feels like something’s unraveling, like a blooming flower. One by one petals peel away from its center. Your cunt pulsates, aching for more.

Chan speeds up, his tongue flattening and stretching between your folds. He alternates his pace, all in attempts to rile you up. This works, as you feel..something grow.

This bubbling feeling…feels like it’s going to burst…

“I’m–I’m–”

Before you can form your sentence, your body shakes, erupting a wave of shock and pleasure throughout your body. He stops his actions to give you a moment.

“Good girl, let it all out for Daddy,” He brings a hand to your head, petting your hair gently.

Once your body relaxes, you feel something warm and wet come out of you.

“Ah, you’re so pretty when you cum babygirl.” He kisses your temples gingerly.

You could barely feel his kisses as your body felt like it was floating. You feel hazy, but good. All you’re thinking about is Chan and you feel butterflies in your belly. Your thoughts move slowly. Drifting around like clouds. Eventually, come back to yourself.

“Doing ok cutie?” He asks.

All you could muster up to say was “Mhm”. You smile up at him, laying a hand on his cheek.

“We didn’t get to, um–” He interrupts.

“It’s ok, I came when you did. We can work up to it next time.” He grabs the hand on his cheek and kisses it.

“N-Next time?!” You blush.

“Of course…and we have some things to talk about before we get there. Would you like to get lunch together?”

Thunder dispels the sweet moment you both shared. “Can we order in?”

“Of course. We’re gonna be stuck inside for a bit.” He giggles.

“Let’s get you cleaned up first, yeah?”

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uceyliyahh · 26 days ago

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GUARDED

summary: Genesis has been protecting her heart ever since she filed for divorce and didn’t want to be in another relationship until he came around and changed her mind.

this fanfic is 18+ NO MINORS ALLOWED

warnings contain: emotional abuse, divorce, depression, handjob, fingering (f receiving).

word count: 7.6k

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

smut warning: it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I am improving at the moment

Jimmy Uso x Genesis

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

again mdni you have been warned.

thanks to my friend @charmed-dreamssss for helping me with the title 🫶🏽

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Knoxville, Tennessee - 4:45PM SummerSlam

This evening marked the highly anticipated SummerSlam, a source of great excitement for all. However, Genesis found herself engulfed in nerves, anxious about her upcoming interviews with the wrestlers. The lingering memories of yesterday's events weighed heavily on her mind, fueling her desire to perform flawlessly.

In the stillness of the night, she was haunted by nightmares, visions of it breathing heavily, leaving her drenched in sweat as if she had lost control. To find solace, she would quietly slip into the bathroom, careful not to disturb Jimmy, seeking relief from the oppressive heat. Whenever solitude enveloped her, the weight of the situation would overwhelm her, leading to moments of profound despair.

How could he betray her in such a manner? All because she chose to ignore him and enjoy her time with Jimmy?

At work, she would don a mask of composure, presenting a polished exterior to everyone, including Jimmy, to spare them any concern for her well-being. It was already troubling enough to endure the unwelcome attention from one of the NXT boys affiliated with the blue brand, a situation that left her feeling quite unsettled.

She learned from Cody that Zilla would be suspended for the rest of the year. While this news brought her a sense of relief, it did not eliminate her concerns about the possibility of him continuing to stalk her, especially when no one else was present.

After enduring multiple harassing calls from him, she decided to block his number, which was taking a toll on her mental well-being. While reviewing her script to ensure she recalled the questions and statements she needed to make, she suddenly felt a pair of strong arms encircle her, prompting a startled yelp to escape her lips.

Upon catching a whiff of their fragrance, she instinctively turned her head, only to find Jimmy standing behind her, a radiant smile on his face as he showcased his dazzling grills, sparkling in the light.

“Hey my pretty girl, I texted you but I didn’t get a response.” Jimmy said.

“Oh? You did? I’m sorry friend, I got caught up with going over everything for tonight.” Genesis replied with a smile.

Jimmy sensed that something was amiss in the way she smiled. It appeared almost contrived, as if she were concealing the turmoil within her thoughts and feelings. He felt a pang of discomfort knowing she was masking her emotions; he longed to support her. “Gigi.” At the sound of her name, she met his gaze.

“Hm?” She responded.

“C’mere lets have a mini walk baby.” He spoke softly while resting his arm around her shoulder, and she understood that during these little strolls, he recognized her need to unwind and free her mind from the chaos surrounding them.

In that fleeting moment, he sensed her distress without uttering a word, and she held a deep admiration for his intuition. As they strolled away from the building, a serene silence enveloped them, the sun casting a warm glow upon Genesis' skin.

It was heartening to realize his genuine concern for her well-being, understanding her need for solitude away from the chaos of the world. As they strolled towards a secluded spot for a private conversation, she felt the warmth of his hand resting on her waist, drawing her nearer to him.

As they strolled past a nearby bridge that arched over the river, Genesis leaned forward to take in the breathtaking scenery. The gentle sound of the water cascading below mingled with the soft whispers of the wind, all while the sun began its descent, painting the sky in hues of gold. Suddenly, she sensed his footsteps drawing near, and as his hands rested on her hips from behind, she felt herself instinctively press against him.

He gently swept her hair aside, showering her neck with tender kisses that caused her body to surrender to him, soothing her very soul. He had an innate ability to know how to comfort her in these moments, and she cherished every aspect of his attentiveness.

“Gigi.” Jimmy called for her.

“Hm?” Genesis responded while looking back at him.

"You realize you can confide in me, darling, don't you? I'm here to support you. There's no need to push me away." His voice is gentle, prompting a sigh from Genesis. "I apologize; ever since yesterday, I've been overwhelmed with thoughts, and it's been difficult for me to maintain my composure."

He gently pivoted her, allowing her to gaze up at him with her wide, innocent eyes. “Talk to me baby, I’m right here.”

She let out a deep sigh, "Yesterday's events left me feeling truly shaken, Jimmy, they really did, as I've experienced something similar in the past." Jimmy arched an eyebrow, silently inquiring about her meaning.

"Quincy had previously subjected me to this, coercing me into intimacy against my will, particularly after his betrayal." She went on to express, “The experience was excruciating and harsh, leaving no room for pleasure. This trauma prompted me to embrace celibacy for five years, and now it feels as though I am experiencing it all anew.” As she spoke, she sensed her emotions fading, while Jimmy tenderly wiped her tears away with his thumb, gently holding her chin.

“You don’t have to worry about that when you with me Gigi, imma take care of you right.” Her gaze faltered, unable to meet his alluring eyes, while his voice, deep and gravelly, wrapped around each word he uttered.

“I-I, Know..”

“Look at me baby.” Upon gazing into his eyes, she discerned a profound intensity within those rich chocolate brown depths. His words carried an unspoken significance; he yearned to cherish her body, to make love to her in a manner that fulfilled her deepest desires. He wished to bestow upon her every exquisite caress until she reached the pinnacle of ecstasy.

He wished to convey that he stood firmly by her side, unwavering in his loyalty, and would go to any lengths, even resorting to violence, to protect her.

“Imma make love to you the right way Gigi, something you haven’t experienced in a while.” Jimmy said.

“What if I’m not ready? I’m scared you’ll leave if I’m not ready for you, well all of you.” Genesis asked boring into his eyes.

“Mamas, I told you imma wait for you. Until you give me the green light I’m not going anywhere princess.” He says pressing his forehead against hers.

A warm sensation enveloped her heart as she pondered the enigma that was Jimmy. His romantic gestures were abundant, leaving her breathless and struggling to keep pace. Yet, when she gazed into his eyes, searching for any hint of doubt in his declarations, she found none. His sincerity shone through, making it clear that he cherished her for who she truly was, imperfections and all.

Genesis rose onto her toes, gently pressing her lips against his in a tender kiss. He eagerly reciprocated, and as she stepped back, a radiant smile graced her face, just before he leaned in to shower her with more affectionate kisses.

Their encounter culminated in a fervent embrace, as they lost themselves in a slow, deep kiss. Their tongues danced together, exploring the depths of each other's mouths. Genesis felt his hands gently cradle her curves, his firm desire pressing against her. He trailed his lips from her neck to her jawline, before returning to the intoxicating connection of their mouths.

She embraced him tightly, her arms encircling his neck, as her fingers wove through his curls, drawing him closer with each passionate kiss.

“I love you Gigi.” Jimmy murmured between the kisses.

“I love you too, Jimmy.” Genesis murmured back.

Genesis was perfecting her makeup in the bathroom, carefully defining her lips with a lip liner pencil. After blending her lips together, she returned the pencil to her purse and retrieved her lip gloss. As she applied the glossy finish, she continued to smooth her lips, ensuring to wipe the corners of her mouth with precision.

While she was engaged in her task, the sound of the bathroom door creaking open caught her attention, though she initially remained oblivious to the newcomer until their voice broke the silence.

“So, you must be the hoe that he’s with?” Hoe? Who does this girl think she is, speaking like that? Genesis glanced over to find Trinity standing there, arms crossed defiantly over her chest.

“Hoe? Excuse me?” Genesis remarked.

“Yeah. A hoe did I stutter or something?” Trinity retorted as Genesis sighed while rolling her eyes at her. “Girl, it’s not my fault that he’s more attracted to me than you like, aren't you using him for his money?”

Trinity scoffed at her, “yeah? So? He gives me money and I give some pussy until he stopped doing all of that all of sudden and I knew a hoe ass bitch like yourself was in the picture.”

“Like I said, not my fault, maybe your pussy was trash and didn’t even want it anymore.” Trinity chuckled at her, while Genesis arched an eyebrow, puzzled by what was so amusing. She found nothing humorous in the situation.

“This is coming from a person who hasn’t had any dick after what? Five years I’m hearing? Girl if you know him he has a high sex drive and he won’t be waiting on you any longer and find someone else that can please him.” Genesis felt the weight of his words crash down on her like a boulder. Was everything he said about waiting for her merely a fabrication? Is this how he treats all the women in his life?

“He said he would wait for me, you don’t know what we be talking about.” Genesis says.

“Bitch he’s lying to you he’s not going to wait to get some pussy that’s not even good probably.” Trinity approached her, and as they stood face to face, a smirk played on her lips, revealing that she had successfully gotten under her skin.

“So you better get going little girl because once he stops waiting on you he’ll just move on to the next one so chop chop sweetheart.” As Genesis exited the bathroom, clutching her purse, Trinity lingered with a knowing smirk, relishing the thought of having Jimmy all to herself.

Genesis's gaze appeared distant as she became lost in her thoughts, reflecting on Trinity's recent revelations. The realization that she had been naive enough to trust a man like Jimmy, who had deceived her with promises of waiting, weighed heavily on her. Deep down, she understood that she was not prepared to embrace all that he was—every word he spoke had been a fabrication.

In her distraction, she failed to notice her surroundings and inadvertently collided with a robust figure. As she glanced up, she found herself face to face with Jey, whose gaze softened at the sight of her tear-filled eyes. She quickly offered an apology before turning away, leaving him no chance to respond.

Jey noticed Trinity emerging from the bathroom, a serene smile gracing her lips as she observed the entire scene unfold. Jey approached her, visibly irritated.

“What did you say to her Trin?” Jey asked sternly.

“What? I just told her the truth about your brother having a high sex drive and that he wouldn’t wait on her like c’mon Joshua.” Trinity said.

Jey shoves her gently, “why would you tell her that lie? Knowing how much my brother cares for her? And now what you did for what?”

Trinity nonchalantly shrugged her shoulders, showing little regard for Genesis. "She needs to step aside for what’s happening between him and me," she declared. Jey let out a scoff, incredulous at her words. He recognized that once Jimmy lavished her with money and attention, her behavior would inevitably spiral.

“Y’all don’t have anything going Trin! You’re just bitter as fuck because he stop giving you money and dicking you down after being Genesis!”

“Because he was mine first! I don’t why you are standing there defending that hoe!”

Jey raised his hands in exasperation, unwilling to continue the conversation with Trinity. He was infuriated with her actions, knowing that her deceit would only exacerbate the growing tension between Jimmy and Genesis.

As he made his way toward the locker room he shared with Jimmy, he elegantly brushed past Trinity, preparing himself for the upcoming interview with Genesis regarding SummerSlam.

In a secluded room, Genesis found herself engulfed in a mental turmoil, grappling with disappointment not just for him, but for her own vulnerability. She realized that the girl had managed to penetrate her defenses deeply, leaving her feeling exposed. Compounding her distress was the nagging suspicion that Jimmy had not been entirely truthful about his words.

At this moment, she yearned to retreat to the hotel room and allow Jackie to take charge for the evening, yet she found herself unable to do so. Her presence was essential—she couldn’t simply walk away. Taking a deep breath, she steadied herself, glancing in the mirror to assess her makeup, only to realize she appeared far from her best.

Her mascara streaked down her cheeks, and her eyeshadow appeared smudged and disheveled, giving the impression of a recent altercation. Glancing at her Apple Watch, she realized she had only a few minutes left before her interview with The Usos. Determined to present herself well, she quickly set about refreshing her makeup, hoping to conceal the disarray from Jimmy's view.

Genesis started to touch up her makeup upon noticing a text message from Jimmy. She glanced down to discover what he was seeking.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: mamas? wya? We got a interview to do with you inna few minutes baby

She decided to text him back.

Gigi🤍: we do? Oh I totally forgot about that um I’ll be there in a few just needed to touch up my makeup real quick boo. 💗

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: send me your location and I can just come to you

Gigi🤍: no no it’s fine I’ll be there Jim

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: you sure?

Gigi🤍: yes I’m sure

Genesis meticulously applied her makeup, ensuring every detail, including her eyeshadow, was flawless. As she glanced at her watch, she realized she had completed her preparations just in time for the interview. With grace, she gathered her makeup essentials, stowing them back into her bag before slipping it into her purse and making her way out the door.

She felt immense gratitude for Jade's guidance in perfecting her makeup for moments like these. Especially when she was overwhelmed with anger and frustration over recent events, all she desired was to retreat from everyone, including him.

She noticed the boys standing by, eagerly awaiting her for the interview regarding their upcoming match, where they would defend their tag team titles against The New Day. However, her attention was irresistibly drawn to Jimmy, whose oiled physique showcased his impressive abs and muscles, adorned with striking tribal tattoos that extended from his chest and arms up to his neck.

Adorned with a Cuban link chain draped elegantly around his neck and revealing his dazzling grills with every word he exchanged with Jey, he likely pondered her whereabouts. The sight of this striking man left her breathless, yet she composed herself as she gracefully approached, offering a wave to the cameraman.

The sound of her heels echoed as she approached, her radiant smile lighting up her face as she greeted him with a wave. She embraced Jey first, followed by Jimmy, whose gentle hand caressed her back, causing her to momentarily falter at the unexpected sensation.

Jey had an instinctive awareness that something was amiss after his confrontation with Trinity regarding her actions. Meanwhile, Jimmy observed a notable shift in her body language as she took hold of the microphone. Although she wore a smile, he recognized it all too well—it was a facade, a disingenuous expression that betrayed her true feelings.

As the interview commenced, the cameraman initiated a countdown. Genesis of The Usos began discussing SummerSlam, highlighting the multitude of matches scheduled for the evening, including their own defense of the tag team championship against The New Day.

“So it’s summerslam guys, how are yall feeling for tonight.” Genesis asked as she placed the mic towards Jey’s way.

“Gigi, we are feeling good girl! Like the weather down here is nice! The view of the city is nice! And hell maybe at the bar is hella nice too Yeet!” Jey exclaimed with a smile on his face.

“I can honestly agree with you Jey, the weather does feel nice in Tennessee but how are yall feeling today about defending your tag team championship to the New Day during the main event?”

“Honestly Gigi, we finna whoop some ass tonight. And reclaim our championships the new day don’t won’t no smoke with us for real dawg.” Jimmy's intense gaze fixed on Genesis as she spoke left her thoughts clouded and a warm sensation coursing through her. She bit her lower lip, striving to keep her composure amidst the overwhelming feelings.

She was acutely aware of his gaze, the way it lingered on her as she engaged Jey in conversation, peppering him with questions. It was only when Jimmy responded to one of her inquiries, locking eyes with her, that she felt a rush of nervous energy coursing through her. The sight of him sensually licking his lips sent a flutter through her stomach, tightening it into a knot.

“Are you guys excited about any other upcoming matches tonight?”

“Hell yeah! Can’t wait to see our boy Sami go against Kevin Owens tonight. That's going to be brutal, I know fasho.” Jimmy responded, his gaze sweeping over Genesis's outfit from head to toe, playfully teasing her with just his eyes as he licked his lips. His side profile was undeniably the most exquisite a woman could ever behold.

Genesis extended her heartfelt congratulations to them on their successful title defense this evening before the scene shifted back to Michael and Patt at the ringside table. As the cameras ceased to roll, Genesis began to gather her belongings, preparing for a well-deserved lunch break ahead of the upcoming show. While she was organizing her items, she caught sight of Jimmy, her corner man, casually leaning against the equipment box with his arms crossed, patiently awaiting her.

He gazed at her with an intensity that suggested he was poised to pounce, yet he desired the intimacy of a secluded, dimly lit room. Genesis slung her purse over her shoulder, locking eyes with Jimmy, who beckoned her to join him. With a resigned sigh, she acquiesced and trailed him to a more private setting.

A profound silence enveloped the two, punctuated solely by the rhythmic click of her heels with each step. The murmurs and waves of those around them faded into the background as she offered them a disingenuous smile. Deep down, she was acutely aware that Jimmy sensed her unease the instant she donned that familiar mask once more.

Upon opening the door, he revealed an unoccupied room, allowing her to enter first before gently closing it behind them. She set her purse on the sink counter and leaned against it, patiently awaiting his words.

“Gigi.” Jimmy called for her.

“Yes?” Genesis responded with a smile pretending that everything was okay.

“What’s going on baby? You’re putting on that fake smile on your face again.” He commented.

Trinity managed to penetrate her thoughts, instilling doubt about Jimmy's commitment, particularly after all she had endured. The revelation of his intense sexual appetite shattered her spirits entirely.

“It’s nothing Jimmy, it’s really stupid.” She said while avoiding eye contact with him.

“It’s not stupid if you just tell me what happened, you don’t need to hide anything from me.” She understood that he was correct in saying she had no need to conceal anything from him; however, she felt apprehensive about how he might respond to what Trinity had revealed. Perhaps she could navigate her way out of this discussion. “I know, daddy. I know.”

She cast her eyes upon him, noticing the playful smirk gracing his lips as he stood with his arms folded across his chest. “You tryna get me all riled up aren’t you to avoid this right here? You not slick Gigi.”

Genesis started to be innocent and played dumb with him twirling her hair around, “I don’t know what you mean daddy.” A gentle, hushed tone escaped her lips as she sensed his footsteps approaching. She felt his hand encircle her throat, drawing her face nearer to his.

“What’chu want daddy to do in order for you to tell him Gigi?” The alluring scent of his favorite cologne enveloped her senses, intoxicating her with its familiarity. She tugged gently on his chain, drawing him closer as she pressed her lips against his. His hands glided down her body, finding their way to her curves, prompting her to part her legs wider, inviting him to step into the space between them.

She had longed for this man even before their interview, yet doubts lingered about his sincerity in waiting for her. As Jimmy's kisses traveled along her jawline, he pressed his solid form against her, intensifying the desire that left her feeling even more aroused than before.

“You love me Jimmy?” As Jimmy looked up at her nodding his head.

“You know I love you Gigi, i'm addicted to you at this point.”

“You still be able to wait for me?” He was uncertain about the source of this situation. Perhaps his strategies were effective in encouraging her to open up about her recent experiences and the reasons behind the facade she had been presenting once more. “Yes, my love, where is this coming from Gigi?”

Genesis encircled his neck with her arms, while his hands remained firmly on her curves, anticipating her response. It was in that moment that he caught the sound of her soft sigh.

“I bumped into Trinity and she had said some things about you that had me questioning what you had told me earlier.” He raised an eyebrow at her before speaking, “like what?”

Genesis begins to say, “she told me that you have a high sex drive and wouldn’t wait on me and just move on.” As her gaze meets his, she notices his eyes starting to soften, yet a hint of frustration lingers within him, aware of Trinity's intentions.

He cradled her chin brushing his thumb against her cheek before leaning in to kiss her lips.

“Listen to me Gigi, yes I do have a high sex drive but I maintain it better because I’m thinking about you; you are the only person that can get me all riled up especially when we are away from each other I can only think about you mamas.” Jimmy said.

“I wouldn’t lie to you Genesis, when you give me the green light imma show you. I promise I will.” A knowing smile graced her lips as she realized he was genuinely earnest in his words. A wave of fear washed over her, a deep-seated anxiety about the potential pain that might accompany such intimacy after an extended period of celibacy.

She planted soft kisses on his lips, her gaze locked onto his deep chocolate brown eyes, as she tenderly massaged his curls, fully aware of his fondness for her touch. He leaned in closer, lifting her onto the sink counter, her legs parting invitingly for him to step between. She began to kiss his cheek and then trailed her lips down to his neck, expressing her affection while feeling the unmistakable pressure of his arousal against her damp panties.

A gentle slap on her ass sent a jolt down her spine, while she continued to bestow tender kisses along his neck.

“Gigi…baby, you starting something you can’t control mamas.” Jimmy whispered gently.

“What? I’m just showing my man some affection.” Genesis murmured softly between his skin.

His hand softly encircled her throat, bringing her to a standstill. As she looked up at him, she could sense the warmth emanating from his body. “yeah, but doing allat is finna get you bent the fuck over Gigi.” His voice carried a deep, gravelly tone as he spoke, locking his gaze onto hers, where a playful glint danced in her eyes.

Her puppy-like eyes were so soft, almost pleading with him to let her continue, “c’mon big daddy let me give you some affection.” She pressed her lips against his neck once again, eliciting a deep groan from him, a sound that revealed his long-standing desire for her.

He struggled to maintain his self-control, resisting the urge to bend her over the counter and tug at her hair. Yet, her relentless advances, exploring his body and caressing his chest, ignited a fire within him, threatening to unravel his grip on the moment.

She tugged at his waistband, drawing him nearer as she encircled his waist with her legs, holding him tightly against her.

“Gigi…you pushing it mamas.”

“touch me.” She confidently unfastened her skirt, lowering it slightly to grant him access, while guiding his hand to slip inside her panties, where he began to caress her moist folds.

He could sense her arousal, the warmth and moisture enveloping his fingers, which became delightfully slick with her essence.

“Damn Gigi, you’re so wet for me baby.” Jimmy continued to caress her curves in a gentle circular motion, prompting her to clutch his biceps tightly as she buried her face against his chest.

He gently slid two fingers into her warmth, rhythmically moving them in and out, eliciting gasps of pleasure from her. It had been ages since she had experienced such a touch, and the longing she had felt for this moment was finally being fulfilled.

The only sound that filled the air was the delightful squelch of her pussy sounding like mac and cheese, while he looked down at her with a gaze that oozed seduction. “J-Jimmy, oh my…”

“Look at me, I wanna see that pretty ass face mama.” She complied with his demand, her gaze locked onto his as she bit her lower lip. He continued to pleasure her, and she instinctively widened her legs, granting him greater access. This allowed him to explore deeper with his fingers, while she clung to a nearby surface for stability.

The sound of his hand connecting with her clit resonated in the air as his fingers expertly danced within her. When he looked up, he caught sight of her eyes drifting back in sheer bliss.

He gently cupped her face with his free hand as she playfully stuck out her tongue at him. This teasing side of her emerged only in their private moments—her desire for him was palpable. Their mouths danced together, exchanging warmth as his tongue delved deep within her, while his fingers continued to explore her with fervor.

Jimmy skillfully curled his fingers, hitting her g-spot with precision, causing her to grasp his shoulders tightly as a surge of ecstasy surged within her.

“J-Jimmy, fuck. Jimmy.”

“You finna cum baby? Cum for daddy baby, doing so good for daddy.” Jimmy quickened his rhythm, his fingers skillfully stimulating her g-spot repeatedly.

She sensed her body responding to his touch, tightening and relaxing around his fingers, while her eyes fluttered back in ecstasy. His soft whispers of affection sent delightful shivers through her, causing her stomach to twist in a thrilling dance.

Can’t wait to eat this pussy out baby Cum all over my fingers I want that shit You mines all mine GigiI can feel her baby, squirt on my fingersYou my good girl baby?Imma work so hard for you to be mines Genesis

Her voice quivered and dropped to a whisper as her nails pressed into his biceps, a clear sign that she was on the brink of ecstasy.

I’m yours Jimmy been yoursPlease don’t stopDon’t stopppYou take care of me so good JimmyFuck

“Gonna c-cum…” Genesis moaned

He tenderly pressed his lips against hers, his hand gently encircling her throat, allowing him to witness her pleasure as it cascaded over his fingers. “Keep yo’ eyes on me princess, I wanna watch you cum.” His fingers plunged forcefully into her g-spot, the unmistakable sounds of her arousal echoing, indicating that she was on the brink of losing control.

He maintained his unyielding rhythm, his fingers moving in and out with an intensity that pushed her to the brink. In that moment, she lost control, a loud moan escaping her lips as her thighs quivered beneath her. Waves of pleasure surged through her, and she felt warmth trickling down her thighs. Her eyes widened in surprise as she realized the extent of her release.

He brought her to a state of ecstasy that she had never encountered before, resulting in her first experience of such intense pleasure.

She nestled against his chest, her breath quickening as Jimmy withdrew his fingers, leaving her with a sense of longing that made her whimper softly.

“I made you squirt, am I the first to do so?” Jimmy asked.

Genesis nodded, unable to articulate the words that danced on her lips, her body still tingling from the powerful orgasm she had just experienced. Now, she needed to change her attire before the evening's performance commenced.

Jimmy gently cradled her face in his hands, encouraging her to gaze up at him. He noticed her cheeks were flushed as he placed soft kisses on her lips, resting his forehead against hers. “You okay Gigi?”

“Y-yeah, I’m good. That’s was….good…so good.” Genesis breathed out smiling at Jimmy.

“I’m assuming you haven’t felt like this in a while huh?”

“Yeah, I haven’t honestly now I gotta change clothes.” As they shared a lighthearted laugh, Jimmy assisted her down from the sink counter, noticing her unsteady legs. He gently wrapped his arm around her waist, ensuring she remained steady as they made their way out the door together.

Following the exhilarating main event featuring the gentlemen's match, Genesis began to gather her belongings for the evening. She relished every match she had witnessed and had the pleasure of meeting numerous wrestlers throughout the night. A sense of accomplishment washed over her, as she felt she had performed admirably.

She elegantly slung her purse over her shoulder, reached for her phone, and surveyed her surroundings to ensure she hadn’t overlooked anything as she exited the ladies' locker room.

As she stepped out of the room, she made her way toward her car parked in the lot. However, a sudden commotion caught her attention, prompting her to pause. Straining to listen, she recognized a familiar voice. Curiosity piqued, she cautiously leaned around the corner, catching sight of Jimmy and Trinity engaged in a heated exchange.

It was as though they were engaged in a debate about her the moment her name was mentioned in their discussion.

“Why would you say something like that to her? Knowing that I fuck with her Trin?”

“Because! She was in the way of our little arrangement!”

“I told you what it was Trin!”

arrangement? Is he talking about how he’s been giving her money and some dick before he met Genesis?

“You’re just bitter! Bitter that I’m spending more time with Genesis!”

She heard Trinity chuckle, “bitter? I’m the bitter one? When I had you first before she came into the picture?”

“You heard me Trin, you’re bitter as fuck right now.”

“I don’t give a fuck about that hoe, she doesn’t deserve you like what type of women lets a man with a high sex drive wait for her approval for you to dick her down?”

Genesis found herself spiraling into overanalysis once more after Trinity's disparaging remarks regarding her celibacy. Yet, she reminded herself that it shouldn't affect her, as Trinity remains unaware of the true motivations behind her choice.

“Watch your mouth speaking on her like that, you don’t even know her and the reason behind it so don’t be doing allat around me.”

“Can’t believe you’re defending her Jonathan!”

Genesis noticed the irritation etched on his face as he raised his hand, signaling his desire to conclude the discussion with Trinity. This prompted her to approach her car, feigning ignorance of having overheard their exchange.

Just before she could react, she caught one final remark escaping from Jimmy's lips.

“You don’t know her like I do, I’m willing to wait for her because she has a special place in my heart and I don’t need someone like you or my stupid ass cousin to ruin that for me. Gigi is a fucking diamond.”

“So I would advise you to leave her alone Trin.”

The words that flowed from Jimmy's lips sent a delightful thrill through her heart, filling her with joy. It was a profound realization that he cherished her above all others, caring solely for her well-being and disregarding everyone else.

He had his eyes for her.

“What does she have that I don’t Jon!? Tell me!?”

“Everything that I expected out of you when we first hooked up but nah you just wanted me for my money and not what I was giving you, you don’t deserve that Gigi does.”

As Genesis settled into her car, she observed Jimmy exiting the building, with Trinity clinging to him like a young kangaroo. When he finally pushed her away, she fell to her knees, pleading with him in a manner that was utterly pitiful.

As Genesis exited the parking lot, she attentively surveyed her surroundings, ensuring that no one was in her path before shifting the car into drive and making her way back to the hotel.

Hilton Garden Inn Knoxville Papermill Drive - 11:30PM

Genesis, adorned in her cozy pajamas and a charming bonnet, listened to the soothing sound of the shower running in the bathroom while she leisurely scrolled through her social media feed, checking the number of likes on her latest post.

She remained silent around Jimmy, fully aware of his earlier frustration with Trinity before he departed for work. She patiently awaited the ideal moment to calm his troubled spirit, believing it was the most she could offer him.

While perusing her social media feed, she noticed a message from Jade that prompted her to click on it.

Jadebae🌪️: hey bestieee I was checking in on you

She smiled at the message and began typing away.

Gigi🤍: hey I’m doing good bestie just waiting on Jon to come out from the bathroom

Jadebae🌪️: speaking of Jon what’s goin on between you and him?

Gigi🤍: omggg why does ever keep asking us that? We are just friends that’s all—he’s been nothing but sweet to me bestie literally one of the best friend I ever had besides you and Cody ofc

Jadebae🌪️: I understand that but girl fr what’s the tea

Genesis let out a heavy sigh, fully aware of Jade's insatiable curiosity. However, she resolved to share only a mere hint of the truth, as she preferred to keep their affair shrouded in secrecy, leaving others in the dark.

Gigi🤍: sighhhh you better not run yo mouth to Jey bout this but Girlllll he’s so perfect wayy too perfect and it scares me a little bit.

Jadebae🌪️: girl that’s bc you haven’t dealt with a good man like him

Gigi🤍: the way he takes care of me and be kissing all over me like I matter just ouuu girl make my panties soaking wet

Jadebae🌪️: omggggg I knew it! I knew it was something happening between you two! Why don’t you wanna make it official?

Gigi🤍: I don’t want folks in our business and I just wanna be sure that I’m ready for something serious like this again yk after what I’ve been through

Jadebae🌪️: i understand Gigi I do buuut I have to ask have yall fuck yet?

Gigi🤍: JADE! 😭😭😭 no we haven’t but we been doing other things but yeah

Jadebae🌪️: un-un spill the details

Gigi🤍: JADEEEE

Jadebae🌪️: spill neowwww

As she prepared to message Jade with the information, she heard the door creak open. Glancing up, she caught sight of Jimmy emerging from the shower, his body glistening with water and his curls damp. A towel was wrapped around his waist, while he used another towel to dry his hair.

The tension emanating from his body was palpable as he settled onto the bed, which dipped under his weight while he toweled off his hair.

Gigi🤍: sorry bestie that’s my cue gotta go

Genesis set her phone aside as she rose from the bed, gracefully making her way toward Jimmy, who had turned his gaze to her approach.

She positioned herself before him, and he gazed up at her, towel in hand, as he dried his hair.

“What’s up Mama?” Jimmy said.

Genesis positioned herself atop his lap, straddling him gracefully as his hand rested on her waist, ensuring her stability. She wove her fingers through his damp curls, gently massaging his scalp, prompting him to lean into her neck in a moment of tender intimacy.

She tenderly pressed soft kisses against his cheek and neck, soothing his frayed nerves from the earlier encounter with Trinity, all the while sensing his hands gently cradling her curves.

“Gigi baby, whatchu doing?”

“You seem stressed Jimmy, I’m just calming your nerves.” She gently cupped his chin, guiding his gaze to meet hers with his endearing, puppy-like eyes. With a tender kiss on his lips, she softly urged him back onto the bed.

She tenderly trailed gentle kisses along his neck and down to his chest, igniting a wave of desire with each caress. Meanwhile, his hands explored her body, playfully landing a firm smack on her left cheek.

She let her kisses glide downwards, moving towards his aroused form that stirred beneath the towel draped around his waist. Glancing up at him, her hand descended, caressing him softly as she noticed his breath quickening.

“What’chu tryna do to me baby?” Jimmy asked, glancing down at her.

“Helping you relax.” Genesis reacted by loosening the towel, revealing his impressive length, causing her eyes to widen in surprise.

She was correct in her assumption; he was indeed impressive, measuring around eight inches in length, standing proudly with pre-cum gently seeping from the tip—a truly captivating sight.

She gazed into his eyes, silently seeking his consent to make contact, which elicited a soft chuckle from him. "Feel free to touch it, darling," he replied. With that encouragement, she took his hand, guiding it around him as he gradually flexed his body, her fingers gliding up and down in a gentle caress.

Jimmy let out a sigh, his eyes drifting back as he surrendered to the soothing touch that glided over him. His head nestled against the cool sheets of the mattress, while Genesis reclined on his stomach, gazing at him with her enchanting, doe-like eyes.

The gentle touch of her thumb against his tip sent shivers through his body, eliciting soft whimpers that escaped his lips. Jimmy tensed his muscles, biting his lower lip in anticipation as he observed her tender caress.

From the moment he first laid eyes on her, he had longed for her to fulfill this desire. The mere thought of her caressing him and showering him with kisses ignited an even deeper passion within him. “Does this feel good, Jimmy?”

He lifted his gaze, locking his eyes onto hers with a profound intensity, all the while nodding in agreement.

“Yes baby, you’re doing so good Gigi. speed up a little bit.”

She persisted in discovering his remarkable dimensions with her delicate hands, her thumb teasingly tracing the tip, eliciting a blissful roll of his eyes. As she planted gentle, moist kisses on his abdomen, her other hand tenderly stroked and caressed his face and chest.

He yearned to sweep her off her feet and take her on this bed, yet he chose to hold back until she signaled her consent.

He sensed his legs tighten as her fingers gripped him firmly, gliding rhythmically, the gentle illumination highlighting the sheen of her caress. She whispered sweet nothings to him, mirroring the way he often spoke to her, as he heard the soft moans slipping from his own lovely lips.

“Do you enjoy this, Jimmy? Is it pleasurable for you?” she asked gently, applying a slow, intentional pressure. “Am I pleasing you?”

Her speed subtly quickened, and the delicate caress of her hand grew more fervent and captivating. Each movement and tender murmur sent shivers along his spine, diverting his attention and making it increasingly difficult to focus.

“Shit baby, you doing real good mamas. don’t stop Gigi.” Jimmy moaned, staring directly into her eyes.

“Yeah? you don’t want me to stop daddy?” As Genesis maintained her graceful rhythm, a captivating aura enveloped her, and she tenderly placed soft kisses upon his chest and abdomen.

His composure had already slipped away under the spell of her fingers, but now? Her alluring voice rendered him utterly speechless, akin to a fox caught in the shadows. The soft warmth of her caress and the elegant fluidity of her movements began to enchant him.

His body stiffened, and he fought for breath as a familiar wave of lightheadedness washed over him, a sensation she recognized as well. “Can’t wait until you tell me to make love to you because once I get my hands on you Gigi…fuckk.”

“How good you gonna make love to me daddy?”

“Imma make love to you real good lil mama, you gon’ be addicted once im done…shit Gigi I’m finna nut.” Genesis hastened her movements, her thumb gliding over the tip with a delicate touch.

“Hmm, don’t stop Gigi. Don’t stop.” Jimmy let out a low groan, his whole body quivering and shuddering.

Unaware of the full measure of his stamina, he sensed the thrill coursing through her hands as she continued to caress him with a steady rhythm, the same sensation cascading down his abdomen.

“Gigiii, fuck mamas. I’m finna fucking nut baby.” He reclined against the mattress, his head thrown back as he clutched the sheets tightly, his thighs tensing and nearly contracting until he reached a breaking point.

In an instant, the tension within him shattered like a delicate branch, and a profound groan emerged from his throat. He watched as his release cascaded in thick rivulets onto her hand, trickling down as his sight faded, engulfed by the overwhelming intensity, causing his legs to buckle beneath him.

She persisted in caressing him until he had released every drop, her hand now a chaotic mix of his essence. As she gently brushed her thumb against his sensitive tip, he reacted with a jolt, his gaze fixed on her with intensity.

His chest heaved as he struggled to regain his breath, watching Genesis rise from the bed and make her way to the bathroom to wash her hands. He lingered for a moment before tending to himself and slipping into his boxers.

Upon her return, she found him reclined on the bed, engrossed in his social media feed, eagerly anticipating her arrival. As she approached, he noticed her presence and set his phone down on the small dresser beside him. She then gracefully joined him in bed.

She nestled her head against his chest, both of them settling into the bed, enveloped in warmth. His arm encircled her waist, gently cradling her curves as he caressed her with soothing circular motions.

“Who sent you Jimmy.” Genesis questioned him.

“What you mean Gigi?” Jimmy asked.

“I’m saying, you treat me right and take care of me so good it’s scaring me if I’m being honest.” Their eyes met as she sensed his gentle kiss upon her forehead, accompanied by a warm smile directed at her.

“It’s because you haven’t been treated right, Gigi, and I'm the right person to do so because you deserve it—I told you; you’re a diamond mama.” She smiled at him.

Genesis had never experienced such a profound sense of safety and comfort in his embrace. As she nestled deeper into his chest, it was as if she truly belonged there, dispelling the feelings of loneliness and fear that had once consumed her.

“I don’t deserve you Jimmy.”

“But you do deserve me Gigi, it’s your world baby and I’m just a part of it princess.” Jimmy had cradled her chin to make her look at him. “Imma work hard just so you can be mines lil mama, you deserve all of my love.” He noticed her eyes shimmering with unshed tears as he gently pressed his lips against hers, feeling the warmth of her tears cascade down her cheeks.

Jimmy gently wiped away her tears, enveloping her more tightly in his embrace. "What if I’m not enough? What if I—" she began, but he interrupted her.

“Baby, you’re enough in my eyes you’ve been through enough already just lemme’ take care of you aight?” Genesis gently nodded, her eyelids fluttering closed as she began to drift into slumber on Jimmy's chest.

Jimmy observed as she drifted off to sleep against him, and he soon followed suit. He was resolute in his commitment to care for Genesis; he would not allow her to slip away from his grasp.

He loved her and will do anything for her even if that means placing a bullet into someone’s head he’ll do it for her.

GUARDED.

a/n: Seee trinity already starting to piss me off so badly dawg like why is you starting shit? I honestly love the way Jimmy loves on Gigi makes my heart flutter.

But I hope yall enjoy this chapter lmk in the comments below.

STAY UCEY.

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#black fanfic writer #black oc #black writers #wwelove #black reader #jimmy x black oc #jimmy uso smut #jimmy uso fanfic #jimmy uso fanfiction #jimmyuso #wwe fanfiction #guarded🤍

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cadyrocks · 1 year ago

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Play of the Week! A new play, performed live, every week, in front of a live studio audience. How wrong could it go?

Okay, I gotta talk about The Goes Wrong Show.

The Goes Wrong Show is something I'm surprised Tumblr hasn't been more up in arms about. This website is, after all, all about committing to the bit. A popular text post by @linecoveredinjellyfish proposed the school of media criticism called "Bitism". And buddy, lemme tell you, The Goes Wrong Show is the patron saint of Bitism. They commit to the bit harder than an alcoholic horse who recently found protestant Jesus.

And it is the funniest goddamn thing I have ever seen.

As is so often the case, writing a review of a very good comedy is hard - it's not easy to talk about it without taking some of the oomph out of the jokes. And, make no mistake, The Goes Wrong Show is an incredibly good comedy. I'll try my best anyways, because I cannot stop recommending it, but if you don't need more convincing, just go watch an episode. It's incredible.

Our framing device is a series of weekly plays put on by an unbelievably incompetent and eclectic drama society, where anything can and probably will fuck up horribly. Terrible acting? A horrific script? Broken props? A set mistakenly built at a 90-degree angle? You name it, they found a way to fuck it up.

But. And this is the key thing. They commit. The script calls for a scene involving pouring tea in a set that's oriented completely wrong? Commit to the bit.

The script demands a period piece family dinner, but something is very wrong with the ceiling fan?

Commit. To. The. Bit.

Major actor in the piece is completely incompetent?

Commit.

To.

The.

Bit.

It's an Airplane!-esque barrage of constant absurd gags, and I don't say that lightly. Each member of the cast is distinctly deranged in their own unique ways, the stage management is woefully incompetent, and the special effects are really just a special kind of fucked.

Really, the only complaint I can make of this show is that there isn't more of it, and frankly that's a good problem to have! If you're the kind of person who's not too busy to read a long Tumblr fandom post, but is too busy to binge a series you can get through in an evening, just give s1e3, "A Trial To Watch", a look - in my humble opinion, it is incredibly hard to top.

#the goes wrong show #review #criticism #comedy

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fiamat12 · 30 days ago

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Hi hi Fia! I was just listening to Mis-Directed again. It got lost since Boss was right before it and that cut like a knife but we really should have taken so much solace in it knowing that Lukola did not want to private, they wanted us to know. Its release was prior to awards season so they weren't trying to hide they fell in love on set as if it was a detriment to their acting or that they weren't really acting. They are good actors and they also fell in love ❤️ Misdirected was essentially a tell-all and we should celebrate it! 🙌🫶 🎉

It really was overshadowed by Boss 😞 I tried getting into it and found myself de-noising "Let's get this done" instead lol. But it truly is a reflection of Lukola in so many ways. I'm convinced N did that particularly themed audibook to be able to fit in her on set love story w/ L - and it really is beautiful.

Thankfully not all of us were distracted and Three Act Tragedy did a nice review of the parallels and @jmuz09 recently reviewed it and found some nuggets that confirm they weren't hiding that art imitated life - and yes, prior to the SAGs.

A few LOUD story points:

1- Their characters are in a relationship irl 👫. When a reporter asks about them being seen kissing in the street, Hattie replies “our characters are embarking on a romantic relationship isn’t that what this interview is about? The new story lines, fictional love lives which are other people’s business”.

2- The characters deliver lines that are scripted but are the actors' emotions irl 📜. "'I love you’, they were Iris’ words but the slight crack in her voice wasn’t scripted nor was what she saw in Anthony’s eyes”. There was also a point at which Hattie was nervous about a 2nd intimacy scene w/ Anthony, as she'd never had an on-screen partner so vulnerable & authentic - and one that made her thighs wet.

3- They are ready to be public 👀. They declare their love for each other in front of everyone on set. They kiss and someone points out there is a reporter recording everything and it will probably be on sm in less than an hour, to which Hattie’s replies “I don’t care... there was no longer anxiety or reservation, this was the right person the right time and she was ready for all of it and it was worth everything and anything"

Note: even if you just listen to the last 4 min. of the final chapter, it indeed tells all!

But perhaps they wanted us to move on from it because it was poorly timed - a well laid crumb that they didn't want to gain too much attn. because it was problematic for the A narrative that L needed to wrap up. *sigh* It did double as one of the promos designed to make us look away from the likely arrival of BN, however.

And let's remember, this was recorded in September... it's quite possible it was supposed to come out earlier 🎧

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#all in time time will reveal

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wlwnovak · 1 day ago

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"No Objections"

Casey Novak x witness!reader

Casey spends weeks preparing you for trial. What started as professional becomes something more complicated.

You hadn’t meant to become important to anyone—especially not her.

Your involvement in the case was a fluke of circumstance. Wrong place, right time. A late walk home from your shift at the gallery, a shortcut through an alley, and the echo of something terrible unfolding nearby. You hadn’t seen everything, but what you had seen turned out to be the missing piece.

The detectives were cold and efficient. Olivia Benson had been kind. But nothing unnerved you more than sitting across from Assistant District Attorney Casey Novak the first time.

She was all sharp lines and clean questions, dressed like she didn’t have time to be tired. Her eyes missed nothing. She took one look at you, flustered and quiet on that first day, and said, “You’re not used to being in rooms like this, are you?”

You hadn’t been.

But she made it easier. Not by softening—never that. She wasn’t warm, but she was anchoring. Her certainty made you feel less like a civilian and more like something steady. Like someone who mattered.

As the weeks passed, your role in the trial grew. You weren’t just a witness—you were the witness. The hinge of the whole case. So you came to her office. Again and again. After work. Before shifts. Sometimes on your lunch breaks.

At first, it was all business. Scripted testimony. Cross-examination drills. Tense silences and notes scribbled in the margins of your statements.

Then it changed.

Slowly. Quietly. In the in-between spaces.

She’d hand you coffee without asking how you took it. You’d bring her snacks when her lunch went cold on her desk. She started walking you to the elevator instead of waving you off from her chair.

She never said anything. You didn’t either. But you felt it. That something simmering beneath all the rules, the law, the paperwork. Something new, exciting and magnetic.

You couldnt figure out if it was real or just part of your imagination. Was Casey feeling it too? You couldn't tell.

But you wanted to believe she felt it too.

The trial was about to come to an end and you were running out of time.

The idea of never seeing her again made your chest ache in a way you weren’t prepared for.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~////~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The walls of the ADA’s office feel colder than the courtroom. You sit in the familiar chair across from Casey Novak, watching her skim through the case file like she hasn’t memorized every word of it.

You’ve been here before. Many times.

For the last month, you’ve met with her nearly every week—sometimes more—reviewing testimony, going over statements, picking apart your memory until you questioned whether any of it had really happened.

And she’s the one who put you back together, piece by piece.

You know her routines now. The way she triple-checks every detail before trial. How she plays with her pen when she's feeling tense. The sharp edge of her voice when she gets interrupted—and the rare softness that slips through when she forgets to guard herself.

You’d spent hours in this room, just the two of you. And somewhere along the way, something started to shift.

You don’t know what it means. You just know that your stomach flips every time she looks at you too long.

"This is the part where I tell you not to get nervous on the stand," she says now, still scanning the folder, "but you’re already nervous, aren’t you?"

Your voice is quieter than you mean it to be. "Is it that obvious?"

She finally looks up. There’s something in her eyes—not just professionalism. Something else. Something that’s been hovering between the two of you for weeks.

"No," she says. "But I’ve done this long enough to know the signs."

Her gaze lingers. You force yourself to look away first.

She talks you through your testimony—again. You already know it by heart, but she does it anyway. Maybe because she knows you're afraid. Maybe because she doesn’t want this time to end either.

When the prep ends, you hesitate by the door.

"Thanks for everything," you say. "I don’t think I could’ve done this without you."

"It’s my job," she replies. But her voice has gone softer.

Still, you don’t know what you are to her—just another witness, another piece of the puzzle? Or something else?

You leave before you do something reckless. Like ask her to coffee. Or tell her how much you’ve looked forward to every excuse to see her.

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The jury came back with a veredict: Guilty.

You don’t realize you’ve been holding your breath until the verdict is read. It’s over. You did it. You helped someone get justice. But all you can think about is that you might never see her again.

You find her outside the courtroom, away from the reporters, the noise, the chaos.

She looks tired but... lighter. She notices you before you speak.

"You did good," she says.

"So did you," you reply. "I was wondering... Would it be weird if I asked you to get a drink?" You couldn't believe you asked her.

She looks at you like she’s trying to solve a riddle. "With me?"

You almost regret asking. "It’s just—we’ve spent a lot of time together, and I figured... maybe celebrate? But if that’s not something you do—"

She holds up a hand, a small smile tugging at her lips. "No. I just wasn’t expecting it."

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The bar is quiet, low-lit, tucked away from the city noise. You slide into a booth, trying not to feel awkward.

Casey shrugs off her coat, unbuttons the collar of her blouse, and sinks into the seat across from you like she’s finally allowed to breathe.

She orders a whiskey, neat. You order something lighter. She arches a brow.

"You strike me as a whiskey person," you say, trying to hide your nerves.

She smirks. "And you strike me as a lightweight."

You laugh, and something inside you unwinds.

The first drink disappears fast—so does the tension. You talk about the trial a little, but she steers the conversation elsewhere. It’s easier that way. Less dangerous.

Then comes the second round.

You’re both a little warmer now. Looser. She leans in when she talks. Her gaze lingers.

The third round shows up. The music gets louder, making it almost impossible to hear eachother from across the table.

"This is ridiculous," she mutters, and without asking, slides into the booth next to you.

"I’m not making a move," she says, half-grinning. "This is purely tactical."

But her thigh presses against yours. Her fingers brush your sleeve when she laughs. Her voice dips lower with every word.

She’s getting tipsy now—flushed cheeks, glassy eyes—but she never once loses her sharpness. You’re not sure if she’s flirting with you or just letting her guard down. Either way, it’s unraveling you.

You nurse your drink, fingers tracing the rim of the glass. You’re quieter now, but not from nerves. You were sad.

Finally, you say it, voice low and honest:

"Now that the trial is over, it’s gonna be so weird not seeing you anymore. Seeing you was... kinda part of my routine."

She turns her head toward you slowly. Her expression softens, that familiar guarded look flickering away.

"You really mean that?"

You nod. "I didn’t realize how much I looked forward to it. Being around you."

The music swells around you—too loud, too chaotic for a moment like this. She leans in closer to hear you better, close enough that her shoulder presses against yours.

"I looked forward to it too," she admits, voice quiet.

Neither of you looks away.

You’re sure she’s going to say something else, something clever to ease the tension—but instead, she shifts a little closer. Her hand grazes your knee beneath the table, maybe by accident, maybe not.

She doesn’t say anything at first. Just stares at you, eyes a little glassy, her plump lips parted like she might say something that never comes.

Then—

Her phone rings.

The sound slices through the moment like a blade. She jumps, blinking hard. Fumbles for her phone and stares at the screen.

"Ugh," she mutters, declining the call. "I still don't know how that reporter got my phone number"

But the spell is broken.

You glance at the time, then at her. Her posture is a little slumped now. Her hand is still close to yours, but it’s twitching like she’s debating reaching out again.

"Maybe we should call it a night," you say gently. "You’re definitely not walking home like this. Come on. I’ll walk you."

She looks at you, lips parted in protest, then just sighs. "You don't have to"

"I wasn't asking." You smile "Come on"

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The night air is cooler than you expected. Casey clings to your arm at first, her heels unsteady on the pavement, but she laughs it off with muttered curses at whoever invented cobblestones.

She sobers slightly by the time you reach her building. She stares up at it like it’s tilted sideways.

"Thanks for walking me," she says.

You nod, brushing some hair from your face. "Get some water, okay? Maybe sleep for a year."

But she hesitates at the door.

Then, with a strange mix of defiance and vulnerability, she says, "You should come up."

You meet her eyes unable to form an answer.

She smiles. "Just for a bit. We both need some water and I could call you a taxi."

But something in her voice suggests otherwise.

“Come” she said casually as she opened the front door.

You hesitated. She raised an eyebrow.

“I'm not asking " She mocks. "Come on. Don’t make me drink water alone.”

You followed her in.

Inside, the apartment was cozy and warm. You helped her into the kitchen, fetched a glass of water, then dropped onto the couch with a tired sigh.

“oh no,” you muttered. “I shouldn’t have done that… I won’t be able to stand up again.”

Casey laughed, flopping beside you, her head tilted back. “Yeah. That’s the trap.”

You yawned, feeling the full weight of the trial and the drinks crash into you. Your limbs were heavy, your eyelids drooping.

She looked over at you, voice gentler now. “You can stay. If you want.”

You blinked. “Stay?”

“You can stay here on the couch. I’ll grab a blanket.”

You stared at her, and she gave you a sleepy, sincere smile.

“Just stay,” she said again.

You hesitated for just a second, then nodded. “Okay… yeah. I’ll stay.”

Casey smiled softly. “Good. You’ll regret trying to get home in this state anyway.” She stood, a little wobbly, and motioned toward the hallway. “Come on, I’ll get you something to wear.”

You followed her down the narrow corridor to her bedroom. She moved toward a dresser, pulling open a drawer and rummaging through it until she found her "sex crimes" baseball t-shirt and a pair of old sleep shorts.

“Here,” she said, turning and holding them out to you.

You stepped forward to take them, but your hand brushed hers—light, accidental, and yet electric.

Neither of you moved for a second.

You looked up, and Casey was already looking at you, her eyes flicking from your hand to your face. Something shifted in the air—again—but this time, neither of you looked away.

Then, slowly, as if pushed by gravity, you leaned toward each other. You could feel the warmth of her breath, smell the faint scent of her perfume still lingering despite the long day. And then—

She kissed you.

Or maybe you kissed her. It didn’t matter. Her lips were soft and slow, a little hesitant at first, but then bolder, hungrier. Her hand came to rest lightly on your waist. The fabric she’d handed you fell to the floor, forgotten.

You pulled her closer without thinking, your fingers curling into the fabric of her shirt as she deepened the kiss with a low hum in the back of her throat.

All the tension, all the doubt, all the long hours spent staring across her office desk and wondering—none of it mattered now. This was happening.

And neither of you wanted to stop.

Eventually, Casey pulled back, just enough to rest her forehead against yours. Her breath was shallow, and a slow smile crept across her lips.

“Well,” she murmured, eyes still closed, “that wasn’t in the official trial prep.”

You let out a breathy laugh, still catching your bearings. “No objections, though.”

Casey chuckled, and you both stood there in the dim hallway, wrapped in the warmth of whatever this moment was—soft and tentative, but real.

She bent down and picked up the pajamas from the floor, brushing them off before handing them back to you. “Still want these?”

You nodded, smiling. “Yeah. Still planning on crashing on your couch.”

"You know....my bed is really big and probably way more comfortable than a couch" She said with a smirk.

"You sure?"

She grinned and nudged you toward the bathroom. “Go change”

You slipped into the bathroom, heart still racing, cheeks warm. When you came out in her borrowed clothes, you had to pinch yourself to see if this was actually happening.

You followed her quietly back to the bedroom. The sheets were cool, the room dim. She climbed in first and pulled the covers back for you. You hesitated a second before sliding in beside her.

You lay on your side, facing her, your hand awkwardly hovering like it wanted to reach for hers but wasn’t sure if it should. Casey noticed and gave you a soft, knowing smile.

“Hey,” she whispered.

“Yeah?”

“I don’t mind if you’re close.”

You smiled shyly, scooting forward until your foreheads nearly touched, your legs brushing beneath the blankets. You didn’t dare hold her yet—but you were near. Warm. Comfortable.

She looked up at you, her expression a mix of tiredness and something softer. “Sleep well, okay? Let me know if you nees anything”

“Goodnight, Casey.”

She paused. “Hey y/n?” You opened your eyes.

“It wasn’t just the drinks you know?” she said quietly.

You smiled at her confession, heart swelling with something gentle and deep. Without thinking too hard about it, you shifted closer and slipped an arm around her waist, snuggling into the warmth of her body.

Casey didn’t pull away.

In fact, she let out the softest sigh, relaxed into you, and tucked her face into the curve of your neck like it was the most natural thing in the world.

There were no more words. Just her breathing, steady and close. Her hand resting lightly against your back.

And for once in your life, as sleep began to pull you under, you felt wanted.

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kathlare · 4 months ago

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a call to connect

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Lando Norris finds himself facing an unexpected challenge during the filming of a McLaren campaign for Mental Health Day.

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Warnings: none

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October 10th, 2024 - London, United Kingdom

The morning sun filtered through the pristine glass walls of the McLaren Technology Centre, casting soft reflections on the polished floors. Lando Norris leaned against a sleek counter in the media suite, fidgeting with the cuffs of his team polo. Around him, the McLaren media team buzzed with energy, organizing cameras, reviewing scripts, and prepping for the Mental Health Day campaign video they were set to film.

Lando ran a hand through his messy hair, his nerves tingling slightly. He wasn’t nervous about being on camera—he was used to that by now—but the topic at hand was heavier than the usual fun, lighthearted media content. Mental health was something close to his heart, especially after years of navigating the highs and lows of being in Formula 1.

—Right, Lando,— said Hannah, one of the lead producers on the McLaren media team, as she approached him with a clipboard. —We’re keeping it simple for this. The idea is to encourage people to check in on someone they care about. You’ll call someone, tell them you were just thinking about them, and have a casual chat. It’s meant to show how little gestures like this can make a big difference.—

Lando blinked at her. —Wait, you want me to call someone? Like… on the phone?—

Hannah laughed at his expression. —Yes, Lando, that’s the point. It’s genuine and unscripted. Just be yourself.—

He groaned, rubbing the back of his neck. —I hate calling people. Can’t I just text them instead?—

The team burst into laughter, a few playful jabs thrown his way about his aversion to phone calls.

—No texting,— Hannah replied firmly but with a grin. —It has to be a call. And you’re going to be great. Who you call is entirely up to you, someone who matters to you.—

Lando hesitated for a moment, his mind immediately jumping to one person. Amelie. They hadn’t spoken much today—her tour schedule was brutal, and she was currently preparing for a show in Pennsylvania. But he knew she’d pick up for him, no matter how busy she was.

He pulled his phone from his pocket, quickly unlocking it and scrolling through his contacts. His thumb hovered over her name for a moment. Amelie.

It felt almost too easy to dial her number. After all, this was someone he’d known for years—someone who’d been a friend long before they’d started something more. Their relationship was built on a foundation of shared laughter, teasing, and mutual respect. But ever since they’d started dating seriously again, after what felt like a lifetime of missed connections, the chemistry between them was undeniable. Their conversations were never dull, always charged with that undercurrent of flirtation, even if they were just talking about the most mundane things.

He tapped the call button before he could second-guess himself, leaning back against the counter as the phone rang. The sound of it echoed around the room, but Lando barely noticed, too focused on hearing her voice.

Amelie’s voicemail picked up after a couple of rings, and Lando groaned, about to hang up, but before he could, he heard a familiar, soft chuckle on the other end.

—You’re early, Lan,— Amelie’s voice came through, warm and laced with an affectionate amusement.

Lando grinned, his heart skipping a beat. —I was just thinking about you, Ames,— he said, leaning further back, his eyes glancing at the camera crew who were trying to pretend they weren’t watching intently. He knew they were waiting for him to perform, but he didn’t feel like he was acting. It was just Amelie, after all.

—Really?— she replied, the hint of surprise in her tone as she adjusted herself in what Lando assumed was her dressing room. —You’re sweet. I was just about to go on stage, but I’ve got a few minutes. What’s up?—

—Nah, nothing, just thought I’d call and see how you’re doing, you know?— he replied, his voice teasing. —I miss you. How’s the show prep going?—

Amelie’s laugh filled his ear, and he could practically picture her, hands resting on her hips as she took a breath, preparing to go out and perform. —It’s hectic, as usual. You know how it is. But I’m good, Lan. How are you?—

He could hear the slight tremor of a smile in her voice. The kind of smile that made him feel warm, no matter how far apart they were.

—Same old, same old,— Lando responded, half-focused on the call and half-conscious of the team still working around him. He could feel their eyes on him. But this wasn’t a performance; this was real, and the way Amelie made him feel was never scripted.

—You miss me, huh?— she asked, a teasing edge to her words. —I bet you just called because you wanted to hear my voice before your day gets busy again.—

Lando smiled widely, knowing she knew him too well. —Maybe. Or maybe I just wanted an excuse to talk to you. You know how it is. It’s been too long since we’ve been able to just chat. We need to fix that.—

—Well, when I’m back, we’ll make up for all this time apart, I promise,— Amelie said, the energy of her voice softening a little, but there was that warmth that always seemed to sneak into her words when she talked to him.

The camera crew could hear her, too. A couple of them exchanged soft smiles, clearly enjoying the authenticity of the moment. Even though Lando had been in the public eye for years, it was clear to everyone around him how important Amelie was.

—I’ll hold you to that, Ames,— Lando teased, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. His gaze flitted around the room, but all he really wanted was to stay in the conversation. The world outside of this little bubble they’d created didn’t matter. It was just him and Amelie, even if she was a thousand miles away.

—You better,— she chuckled. He could hear the sound of someone calling her from behind, and there was a shift in the tone of her voice as she turned away from whatever was going on backstage. —Alright, Lan, I’m gonna have to cut this short. Someone just reminded me that I’ve got five minutes before I need to get on stage.—

Lando’s smile faded into a gentle frown. He hated hearing that their conversation had to end, especially when he’d just gotten a glimpse of her voice, but he knew the drill. Her world was always in motion, and he didn’t mind. He was used to the hectic pace of her life, but that didn’t mean he didn’t miss her when she was caught up in it all.

—Alright, Ames,— he said, his voice softening as he leaned against the counter again. —Go do your thing. I’ll be cheering for you, obviously. You’ve got this.—

—You’re cute, Lan,— she teased, the playful tone coming through once more. —You really do miss me, huh?—

—Of course, I do, you know I do,— Lando replied, his grin returning. He let the words linger, teasing but also honest, the depth of his feelings always there when they spoke like this.

Amelie’s voice softened just a touch, as though she were savoring the moment. —I miss you, too, more than I’ve been able to say, but I’ll see you soon, yeah? I’ll send you a text after the show, and we’ll catch up properly, I promise.—

Lando’s heart did a little flip at the way she said "soon." He couldn’t wait for that. He never could.

—I’m holding you to it,— he said, his voice low but playful. He leaned forward, feeling a bit of anticipation in his chest. —You better call me, Ames. I’m counting on it.—

Amelie let out a little laugh, and Lando could practically hear the way she was smiling, a genuine, radiant smile that made him feel like the luckiest guy alive.

—Alright, alright, you sweet talker. See you soon, Lan.—

Before Lando could get another word in, the sound of someone in the background calling her name again interrupted their conversation.

—Alright, that’s my cue. Love you, Lan.—

The words took Lando by surprise for a moment, catching him off guard, though they weren't new. She'd always been affectionate in her own way, and they'd shared this kind of intimacy long before their official relationship. But hearing it now, with the kind of care that came with knowing each other as they did, it felt like everything he’d hoped for, everything they’d come through together.

His voice caught slightly as he said, —Love you too, Ames. Have a good show.—

The line went quiet for a moment, and then he heard the click of her phone hanging up.

Lando stared at the phone in his hand, feeling a mixture of pride and yearning. He didn’t need the cameras to tell him how lucky he was. The way Amelie had spoken to him, the way their relationship had unfolded—it was something real, something grounded in the shared history of their friendship and that undeniable spark that had always been there.

As he pocketed his phone, the buzz of activity around him became louder. But for just a moment, he was lost in his thoughts, picturing Amelie on stage, doing what she loved. And, in some way, it felt like a promise—a promise that, no matter how far apart they were, they’d always find their way back to each other.

He smiled, already looking forward to the next time they’d be in the same place.

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mclarenfanatic_22: Lando’s call to Amelie??? This is the most genuine thing I’ve seen all week 🥹💖 Just love how real they are! → ameliefan_93: @mclarenfanatic_22 I can’t get over how sweet and natural that call was 😭 It’s like watching two people who actually care for each other.

racefan_01: Lando being the one to encourage us to check in on others is a vibe! It’s the little things that make a difference.

mclaren_superfan: “I miss you too, more than I’ve been able to say” – cue my heart breaking into pieces 💔 → f1_heartbreak_2025: @mclaren_superfan Same! That part hit so hard. I can feel the emotion through the screen. 😭

alexperezfan: We need more content like this. The world’s chaotic, but simple calls like this are what really make us feel connected. 🧡

itsyourbdaybutterfly: I’m crying. Lando calling Amelie?? I KNOW this hit differently. They’ve always had that energy 💫 → lanamielovers: @itsyourbdaybutterfly SAME. The way he said "I miss you" hit different 😭 Like, this is real real.

xomadison: Aww, this is SO wholesome. 💖 And can we talk about how Lando was so nervous about making the call? LOL a man after my own heart! → lando_and_amie: @xomadison lol literally!! Like he races F1 cars but a simple phone call has him shook 😂

florida_nicole: Amelie and Lando are the BEST friends-turned-relationship energy I’ve ever seen. Give us more content like this! 😭💖

f1girlie: HE CALLED HER. Can we please talk about how this was just a casual phone call, and yet it felt like the most emotional thing on the planet? They are so in love, I can’t take it. 💕 → landamielovers_: @f1girlie I legit thought I was watching a rom-com, like the tension was real 😂

f1fever: I’m officially obsessed with Lando’s mental health awareness era. He’s out here spreading love and supporting friends 💚 → caringforlando: @f1fever honestly, this is bigger than just a campaign. He’s showing how simple actions can make such a difference.

melodysweets: This campaign was so powerful. The message is simple, but meaningful. Checking in on someone can literally save their day. 💕

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yassbishimvintage · 2 months ago

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Hearts on Deck (6)

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Cleo stretched, feeling the warmth of the sun filtering through the curtains and the delicious soreness in her limbs. A lazy smile crept onto her face as she turned, expecting to find Aaron beside her. Instead, she was met with an empty space, the sheets slightly rumpled where he had been.

She sat up, brushing her hair out of her face, the events of last night replaying in her mind. A soft laugh escaped her lips. Damn.

The smell of fresh coffee and something warm and buttery wafted through the air, luring her out of bed. She grabbed his oversized shirt from the night before and slipped it on before padding out of the bedroom.

Aaron was in the kitchen, wearing nothing but sweatpants, his back muscles flexing slightly as he moved. He glanced up, catching her staring, and smirked. “Morning, love. Sleep well?”

She grinned, crossing the space between them and wrapping her arms around his waist. “Like a dream.”

Cleo settled into the couch with her laptop, quickly scanning through her emails while sipping on the coffee Aaron had made. She responded to a few business inquiries, checked upcoming collaborations, and scheduled some content for the week. Once her inbox was cleared, she focused on uploading a new video—a "Day in the Life" vlog from her time in London.

As the progress bar moved, she glanced over at Aaron, who was casually flipping through a script. The quiet domesticity of the moment made her smile. She never imagined she'd find herself here, but she wouldn’t change a thing.

As she waited for her video to finish uploading, she felt a gentle warmth spreading through her foot. Glancing up from her laptop, she realized Aaron had absentmindedly pulled her foot into his lap, his thumb pressing slow, rhythmic circles into her arch.

She bit her lip, trying to suppress a smile. “You always do this when I’m working?”

He barely looked up from his script, a small smirk playing on his lips. “It’s called multitasking.”

She let out a soft hum, sinking further into the cushions. If this was her life now—working, creating, and being spoiled in little ways like this—she had no complaints.

She smiled, warmth spreading from where his hands worked their magic, sending a quiet surge through her body. It wasn’t just the touch—it was the intimacy of it, the quiet way he always found little ways to care for her.

Her laptop screen blurred in her vision as she let herself sink into the moment. “You’re really good at that,” she murmured, flexing her toes slightly under his touch.

Aaron chuckled, his fingers pressing a little deeper. “You say that every time.”

She sighed contentedly, tilting her head back. “Because it’s true.”

Soon, with Aaron’s rising popularity he made the Essence’s Instagram post. She read the comments.

She scrolled through the comments, her eyes darting over the mix of admiration, thirst, and curiosity.

“Whew, I see why she moved to London.”

“Aaron is giving ‘husband material’ with a side of ‘ruin your life in the best way.’”

“Wait, is he taken? Because I need to mind my business if so.”

“She’s a lucky woman. I hope she knows that.”

She smirked at that last one, biting her lip. Oh, she knew.

Glancing over at Aaron, who was casually scrolling through his phone, she nudged him with her foot. “So, Mr. Essence Man, how does it feel to be the internet’s new obsession?”

He looked up, amused. “That bad?”

She turned her phone to show him the comment section. “That good.”

A few hours later she’s going over some emails and a sponsorship video she needs to do. She has been putting it off for weeks.

As she sat at her desk, scrolling through emails and reviewing the sponsorship details, she absentmindedly chewed on her lip. The video outline was straightforward—highlighting a new luxury skincare line—but her mind kept drifting.

She glanced over at Aaron, who was lounging nearby, scrolling through his phone. Sensing her gaze, he looked up. “You good?”

She sighed, rubbing her temples. “Yeah, just trying to focus.”

He smirked, stretching lazily. “Need a break?”

She chuckled, shaking her head. “You’re the reason I’m behind in the first place.”

Aaron raised an eyebrow, amused. “No regrets, though.”

She laughed, turning back to her screen. “None. But let me finish this before you distract me again.”

Once she found her flow, she set up her camera, adjusted the lighting, and hit record.

"Hey guys! Welcome back to my channel. Today, we’re diving into a skincare line that has completely transformed my routine…"

She spoke effortlessly, her energy bright and engaging as she moved through the product breakdown. She demonstrated the textures, showed application techniques, and even added a few personal anecdotes. By the time she wrapped up the video, she felt accomplished.

Letting out a satisfied sigh, she turned off the camera and stretched. Aaron, who had been watching from the couch, smirked.

“You in the zone now?” he teased.

She grinned. “Finally.”

He got up and walked over, wrapping his arms around her waist. “Good. Because I’m stealing you for the rest of the night.”

“Can it wait another hour please?” She asks him.

Aaron sighed dramatically, resting his chin on her shoulder. "An hour? You sure you don’t mean two?"

She laughed, leaning into him. "Nope, just one. I need to edit this footage and send it in for approval."

He kissed the side of her neck, lingering just enough to make her shiver. "Fine. One hour. But after that, you’re mine."

She smirked, turning to kiss him quickly before nudging him away. "Deal. Now go entertain yourself while I work."

He groaned but let her go, flopping onto the couch as she settled back at her desk. "I guess I’ll just have to suffer in silence."

She rolled her eyes, smiling as she got back to work.

After hitting send on her email, she stretched and made her way to the living room. Aaron was sprawled across the couch, one arm draped over his forehead as if he had been suffering in her absence.

She smirked, crossing her arms. “You look like a man who’s been waiting forever.”

He peeked at her, then dramatically sighed. “I have. I almost didn’t make it.”

She laughed, climbing onto the couch and straddling his lap. “Poor baby. You need some attention?”

He slid his hands up her thighs, gripping her waist. “Desperately.”

She leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “Then let me make it up to you.”

She was thinking of making their first real date since making it official. “Should we make our first public appearance?” She asks her shy boyfriend.

Aaron glanced at her, his hazel eyes filled with hesitation. Public appearances weren’t exactly his thing—he valued his privacy, but with his rising popularity, avoiding the spotlight was becoming harder. And now, with her by his side, the attention would only grow.

“You really wanna do that?” he asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

She nodded, sitting up beside him. “We can’t hide forever, Aaron. People are already speculating. Might as well control the narrative.”

He sighed, considering her words. She had a point—if they stepped out on their terms, they wouldn’t have to deal with the frenzy of rumors. Plus, he did want to show her off. She was everything to him, and hiding their relationship was starting to feel like denying how much she meant to him.

“Alright,” he finally said, lacing his fingers with hers. “But let’s keep it lowkey. Nothing crazy.”

She grinned, squeezing his hand. “Lowkey, huh? So no red carpets yet?”

Aaron chuckled, shaking his head. “Let’s start small. Maybe a dinner, an event—something easy.”

She leaned in, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Deal.”

The next night they have their first public date.

The restaurant was upscale, dimly lit with the soft hum of jazz playing in the background. As they stepped inside, eyes subtly turned toward them. It wasn’t just that Aaron was a rising star—it was the undeniable chemistry between them that made them stand out.

She felt his hand settle on the small of her back, guiding her through the space. True to his word, he kept close, his presence shielding her from wandering gazes and flashing cameras outside.

“Still good?” he murmured near her ear as they reached their table.

She smiled up at him, appreciating the way he always checked in. “More than good.”

The night flowed effortlessly—soft laughter, stolen glances, fingers brushing over wine glasses. He wasn’t one for public displays of affection, but she caught the way his knee pressed against hers under the table, the way his thumb traced slow circles on the back of her hand.

At one point, she leaned in. “You’re handling this well.”

He smirked, eyes dark with something unreadable. “You underestimate me, love.”

As they finished their meal, a few paparazzi had gathered outside. She sighed, preparing herself, but Aaron simply took her hand as they walked out. The flashes started immediately, but all she focused on was the way he squeezed her fingers, grounding her.

In that moment, she knew—this wasn’t just any date. This was the beginning of something real.

He led first and held her hand tightly.

As they stepped out of the restaurant, Aaron took the lead, his grip on her hand firm but reassuring. The flashing cameras, the murmurs of onlookers, none of it seemed to faze him. Instead, he kept his focus on her, guiding her through the crowd with quiet confidence.

She could feel the tension in his body, not from discomfort but from protectiveness. He wasn’t just holding her hand—he was anchoring her to him, making sure she felt safe in this moment.

When they reached the car, he opened the door for her, pausing for a second before she got in. “You okay?” he asked, voice low, intimate despite the noise around them.

She nodded, squeezing his hand before letting go. “Yeah. You?”

A small smirk tugged at his lips. “I’m good. Just making sure you are.”

Once inside, she let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. He slid in beside her, and before the driver could pull off, he reached for her hand again, bringing it to his lips.

“For our first public date,” he murmured, kissing her knuckles. “Not bad, yeah?”

She smiled, heart swelling. “Not bad at all.”

A few hours later, her phone buzzed with notifications. She unlocked it and immediately saw their names trending.

"Essence Exclusive: Aaron Pierre and Mystery Woman Spotted on Romantic Dinner Date!" "Who is the Woman Stealing Aaron Pierre’s Heart?" "Fans React to Aaron’s First Public Date—And They Approve!"

She scrolled through the posts, her heart racing. Paparazzi had captured them holding hands, his protective stance around her, the way he looked at her when he thought no one was watching. The pictures were intimate without being invasive, showing a man completely enthralled with the woman beside him.

Aaron was beside her, casually flipping through his own phone. “We made the blogs,” she murmured, turning the screen to him.

He glanced at it, then back at her, completely unbothered. “Knew that would happen,” he said simply, resting his hand on her thigh. “You good with it?”

She exhaled, processing the weight of this moment. The world knew now. No more hiding, no more speculation—it was real. And surprisingly? She was okay with it.

She smiled. “Yeah. I’m good with it.”

He kissed her temple, murmuring, “Good. ’Cause I wasn’t planning on keeping you a secret anyway.”

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miabbh · 3 months ago

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Baekhyun and the reader have a big fight because Baekhyun thinks she's being unnecessarily jealous. He unintentionally says hurtful things to the reader and she cries a lot. But the real thing is that when Baekhyun goes to apologize to her, she says, "You're not ashamed of making your pregnant wife cry, are you?" and shocks him with this news.

I would be happy if you could write such a story. Thank you and have a nice day! 🩷

Don't Make Me Wait ⌛

husband!baekhyun x reader

Genre: slightly angst, jealousy (by the reader), pregnancy | ~2,6k words

The apartment was quiet—too quiet. The kind of silence that wasn’t peaceful nor heavy, stretching between them like an unspoken truth you didn't want to acknowledge. You sat curled up on the couch, staring at the untouched dinner still warm on the table, the candle you had lit hours ago flickering weakly.

Baekhyun was late again.

Not that he had done anything wrong—not really. He had texted earlier, saying work ran long, apologizing like he always did. But lately, the apologies felt routine, like a script he repeated without thought. And maybe that’s what hurt the most—not the lateness itself, but the growing feeling that you were becoming an afterthought in his life.

Not that you could make yourself blame him anyway—although maybe it could explain the feeling punching in your chest in an easier way. He was just doing his job, being the hardworking man you felt in love with and were perfectly aware of the consequences when you said I do. And if you were realistic, he was practically sent home to rest since the new company, so you really have a lot of time together.

The last weeks, though... you just barely saw each other awake—the biggest frequent glince you had of him was his cute and serene pouty face as he whines as you moved away from his arms, the morning starting early to you; and his soft smile through your heavy eyeleads as he carried you to bed whispering something your mind couldn't quite understand. Besides that, some calls, texts, some silly and cute selfies; some teasing angles of him proving he was giving his best on getting ready for the new season.

But.... his best was when he arrived home, announcing himself and just wait long enough for you to greet him back before looking for you around the house if you took a too long time to answer, and then kiss you like he needed to, like you were the oxygen that he did not breathe all day.

He was breathing lately, it seems. Breathing the sandwiches he ordered because a dancer of his said it was good; breathing the horrible green drink that allegedly helps to eliminate toxins because a dancer of his other dancer said was extraordinarily efficient; breathing the short documentary he watched during the break with his friend; breathing very deeply the last tiktok trend with his choreographer and staff.

It was bitter, the taste of all this at the end of so many days—or it was simply some change in your taste buds that made everything but tasty, as you read this afternoon in an ebook about pregnancy and maternity.

You wanted to tell him today, taking advantage of being so thoughtful and nervous about that that sleep would surely not come before he arrived. You knew him, you really did, and you were not scared of his reaction; still, your heart was beating so fast at the thought of him seeing you—really seeing you—again, even though it was not exactly because of you, keept you in check.

The sound of keys and the door opening took you from the thoughts, and you had to take a deep breath, reviewing all the words you thought about saying.

He wasn't alone, though. No, he was alone—but he was talking on the phone. He walked in, his eyes widening as he saw you awake sat on the couch. He murmured a "hey, love" under his breath, leaning in to kiss your forehead before signaling he was going to the bathroom.

Okay, okay. Sometimes business come home.

As he came back, though, typing something on the phone, a bumpy smile on his face, it was a bit too much. You sat on your seat on the table, following suit as he took off his jacket.

"We're going out tomorrow morning with the boys." he said, his tone betraying the enthusiasm for the plans. "We finally managed to get matching schedules after like- a month and an half?"

You hmm in response.

"But are you going to come home earlier, then?" you asked, the food in your plat untouched.

Baekhyun frown, chewing. His phone buzzed on the corner of the table.

"Probably not, babe, I still don't feel a part of the choreo and Kasper is stopping by to help."

You nodded, lips pressing into a thin line as you stared at your plate. His answer wasn’t surprising, but it still stung. But still, you didn't have the heart to confront him about it. You just couldn't, somehow... not like this, not right now.

“I see.” you murmured, poking at the food with the fork.

Baekhyun glanced up at you, sensing something off in your tone. His phone buzzed again, and you caught the flicker of hesitation in his eyes before he reached for it. He unlocked the screen, quickly typing a response, that same shadow of a smile on his lips—but if the plans were getting great, he didn't say a thing. You exhaled slowly, trying to steady the weight pressing against your chest. And the table trembled again, and you couldn't help back.

"Is Kasper going too?" The question slipped out before you could stop it, quiet but sharp enough to make Baekhyun pause mid-chew.

He blinked at you, caught off guard.

"What?"

You shook your head, setting your fork down, looking at everything but this eyes, wishing he couldn't see you fighting the tears. The heat went up through your cheeks, warming the ground for your almost inevitable crying. No, you would hold back!

“Never mind.” you managed to say.

“No, hold on.” He put his phone down, sitting up straighter. “What do you mean?”

You hesitated, feeling ridiculous now that the words had left your mouth. But it was too late to take them back. It was not like you, to get.... jealous of how time with other people.

“Nothing.” you said again, forcing a small smile. Nah, it was the hormones, you silently blamed. “Forget I said anything.”

Baekhyun wasn’t having it.

“We don't know yet. But you have any objection on Kasper going too?” His voice wasn’t defensive, but there was an edge to it—like he was trying to make sense of something that hadn’t even crossed his mind.

“It’s not about that.” you admitted, rubbing your temple, the tears seemed to sisappear fast this way.. “It’s just…” You sighed, searching for the right words. “Lately, it feels like you have so much space in your life for everyone and everything—except me.”

Baekhyun frowned, his gaze softening.

“That’s not true.”

"Isn't it?" You let out a quiet sigh, almost a mocking laugh with it, shaking your head. “Looks like it."

“Babe…” He reached across the table, but you leaned back instinctively, putting just enough distance between you that he noticed.

"You don't see it, do you?" You exhaled, eyes locked onto his. "You come home, kiss me, ask how my day was, but you're not really here. You're thinking about work, about schedules, about dances, about—" You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to calm down. "I don't doubt that you love me, Baek. But lately, I feel like I'm just… part of your routine."

Baekhyun’s expression shifted, frustration creeping in.

"That’s not fair." he muttered. "I’ve been working hard, trying to balance everything—”

"I know that!" Your voice cracked slightly, emotion bubbling to the surface. "And I’m proud of you. I always have been. But when was the last time you asked me how I felt and actually listened? When was the last time you noticed that I’m not okay, or that I want more kisses, and that I need your help for—? I never had to ask and now I struggle in front of you but you do nothing until I have it almost done!"

Silence.

His brows knitted together, as if he was about to say something—but he didn’t. And that silence said more than words ever could.

You inhaled sharply, feeling your chest tighten. Don’t cry. Don’t cry.

Baekhyun rubbed a hand over his face, exhaling deeply.

“I didn’t realize you felt that way.” he admitted, his voice quieter now. “But… babe, I can’t constantly reassure you. I need you to trust me. We're married, I literally carry proof of that daily. I can't just– check on you all the time, you know how to ask for help when you need it, babe.”

You froze.

The words hit like a slap, not because they were cruel, but because they implied something that made your stomach turn—like you were being unreasonable, overreacting.

Baekhyun must have realized it too, because his eyes widened slightly.

“Wait, I didn’t mean it like—” But it was too late. Your throat felt tight, and before you could stop yourself from actually crying, you stood up.

“I think I’m done.” you whispered, your voice unsteady pushing your plate away. “Good night, Baekhyun.”

And you walked away before he could even say another word, blinking back the sting of tears as you made your way to the bedroom with a blurry vision.

Baekhyun didn’t follow you. His footsteps didn't rush to get to you before you closed the door. For the first time in a long time, he let you walk away. And somehow, that hurt even more.

Baekhyun sat frozen at the dining table long after you disappeared into the bedroom. The plate in front of him remained half-eaten, but he had lost his appetite completely.

The silence in the apartment felt heavier now, suffocating. The buzzing nerve wracking by its sound and the constant shake of the glasses on the wooden table.

He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. What the hell just happened?

It wasn’t like you to get upset over something like this. Sure, you were sensitive sometimes, but you always talked things through. This time, though… this time, you had walked away.

And the worst part?

He had let you.

Baekhyun rubbed his temples, feeling the weight of regret settle in his chest. He replayed your words in his mind—your voice, tight with emotion, the tears swelling in your eyes, your cheeks red as you tried to hold them back. The way you had looked at him, like you were tired of fighting… of fighting for his attention.

"When was the last time you noticed that I’m not okay?"

His stomach twisted. Had he really been so wrapped up in everything else that he failed to see you slipping away? You we're more tired lately, that's for sure: the weird positions in which you fall asleep speaking by themselves. The cause behind it, though? He really didn't know, but he should.

He pushed his chair back with a quiet scrape, glancing toward the bedroom door. The light was off.

Maybe he should give you space.

Maybe—

No.

He needed to fix this. Now.

Baekhyun stood up, making his way to the bedroom. He hesitated just outside the door, hand resting on the handle. For the first time in a long time, he felt nervous about stepping inside.

Still, he took a breath and pushed it open.

The room was dark except for the soft glow of the hallway’s light filtering through the open door You were lying on your side, facing away from him, curled up beneath the blankets.

“Babe?” His voice was quiet, hesitant.

You didn’t answer. He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I know you’re awake.” he whispered.

Still nothing.

Carefully, he sat on the edge of the bed, close but not touching you. He wanted to reach out, but something about the way your shoulders were stiff, the way you held yourself so still—it told him you weren’t ready.

“I’m sorry." he murmured, staring at his hands. “I wasn’t trying to make you feel like you don’t matter. That’s the last thing I’d ever want.”

Silence.

Baekhyun swallowed hard, pushing forward anyway.

“I didn’t see it.” he admitted. “I didn’t realize how much I’ve been neglecting us. You’re right. I’ve been so caught up in work, in making sure I do everything right there, that I didn’t notice I was doing things wrong here.”

You shifted slightly under the blanket, but you still didn’t speak.

“I love giving you smooches. And hugs. And help you although I know you can do whatever it is on your own—most of the times, sometimes another pair of hands are really needed…” his voice grows quieter, his chest heavy with scenarios of you feeling so lonely, even when he was there. It reminded him of the past, when nothing seemed right nor fair in his life—he wasn't alone, but he felt like he was. You living the same feeling? He couldn't have that. “I'm sorry…”

Baekhyun sighed.

“I’m an idiot, huh?”

Finally, you exhaled a soft, humorless laugh.

“Sometimes.”

He smiled a little at that. A small victory. Encouraged, he turned toward you, placing a hand gently on your shoulder.

“Can you look at me, please?”

You hesitated before finally rolling onto your back, blinking up at him. Your eyes were puffy from crying, and Baekhyun felt his chest tighten with guilt.

“My love…” his thumb gently runned down your cheeks. “I am really sorry. I'll be managing the next week differently, alright? Make time to have dinner together and hear you complain about everything everyday. I promise you. Share the tea too, while some shitty show plays on TV...”

You nodded slightly, your eyes still glassy, but you can't help but roll them.

“You’re not ashamed of making your pregnant wife cry, are you?”

The words slipped from your lips softly, but they might as well have been a right twinge. Baekhyun froze, the colour of his cheeks ghosting for a moment.

His brain completely short-circuited.

“W-what?” His voice cracked, eyes widening.

Your expression was unreadable, but your fingers instinctively rested on your stomach—a small, almost unconscious gesture. Baekhyun followed the movement, his gaze locking onto your hand. His heart pounded.

Pregnant?

His mouth opened, but no words came out. A thousand thoughts crashed into him at once, but none of them formed into anything coherent.

“You… you’re…” He swallowed, looking back at you, completely overwhelmed. “You’re pregnant?”

You nodded slowly.

Silence stretched between you.

Then—

“Oh my god.”

Baekhyun surged forward, pulling you into his arms before you could say anything else, the cool air on the room cooling your back. His grip was tight, almost desperate, as if the reality of your words had just hit him full force.

You felt him exhale against your shoulder, his body trembling slightly.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” His voice was muffled, thick with emotion.

You hesitated, then whispered.

“I wanted to. But we kept missing each other. And then… we started fighting.”

Baekhyun pulled back just enough to cup your face, his thumbs brushing away the remnants of your tears. His eyes were glistening, filled with something raw and unfiltered.

“I’m so sorry.” he breathed. “For everything. For not seeing you, for making you feel alone—God, baby, I should have been here. I will be here.”

You searched his gaze, and for the first time in weeks, you saw him—fully present, fully yours.

“Promise?” you asked, voice small.

Baekhyun leaned down, pressing his forehead to yours.

“I swear.” he murmured. “You and our baby… you’re my whole world.”

His hand slid over your stomach, hesitantly at first—like he was afraid of breaking the moment. When you placed your hand over his, guiding him, his breath hitched.

A tear slipped down his cheek, but he didn’t care.

“I love you." he whispered. “Both of you!” a smile illuminated his face. “I'm taking friday as a day off. I will need to rotate but I will take a day off to do the deep cleaning of the week. And tell me about the appointments, okay? I'll go with you.”

And for the first time in a long time, you felt truly seen—with Baekhyun mentally rearranging the schedule, making plans for you both, a conversation of something you both could look forward to, while resting in each other's arms, feeling every touch.

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