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with a little pixie dust | mk.l

It’s just a little faith and trust, and with a little pixie dust, your wildest dreams will be yours.

SYNOPSIS. There are so many ways your friend group could have chosen to celebrate your graduation from university but they chose the one way that fit their childlike antics most of all–going to Disneyland. With all the screams of joy and laughter filing the atmosphere, you see why people call it The Happiest Place on Earth. It’s where magic comes alive, hearts soar to the skies, and where dreams come true. With your dream job already lined up for you once you get back from this vacation, you wonder if your last and wildest fantasy–the one that carries Mark Lee endearingly close to your heart–will take flight. (But don’t worry; your best friends, with a little help of pixie dust, are determined to make it come alive by the end of night.)

GENRE. Fluff, Comedy, Best friends-to-lovers!AU, Theme Park!AU, Disneyland!AU, meddling/matchmaking friend group, all the romantic tropes that come with a theme park setting

WORD COUNT. 11.9k

WARNINGS. a lot of Disney references (movies, songs, parks, etc.), profanity, food/drink consumption, theme park rides, nothing too crazy tbh

PARK ANNOUNCEMENTS. I understand that not everyone has been to Disneyland. Because I want to paint the perfect picture in your head as you read through the fic, each scene will be titled with the land/area they are in and a picture of the land/area will be hyperlinked with a visual. It's unnecessary to click them but it would be a lil helpful! <3 DISCLAIMER. This is work of fiction. I do not own the people/characters and concepts I have written about. You cannot translate or copy my work.

Your graduation commencement came and went. The spectacle flew by so slowly but so quickly at the same time. You can’t exactly describe how you’re feeling now that you’ve graduated–relief is mixed in with panic, happiness mixed with dread. It’s a jumble of emotions you can’t quite comprehend but alas, that is the wonder of adulthood.

The happiest takeaway from your college experience is not the expensive degree you earned but the special friends you made. Karina was the first friend you made in college because she was your roommate. She introduced you to her high school friend, Jeno, who then dragged you two to the ginormous welcome event. It was there you met Donghyuck and last but definitely not least, Mark Lee.

The other two boys were attractive, yes, but there was something about Mark that drew you to him. Donghyuck talked as much as him, sure, and Jeno’s attractiveness was on another level than Mark’s but that boy immediately caught your attention. Maybe it was the way he spoke and never completed a thought or the way he’d laugh so unabashedly, losing all control of his body that got to you. He was so incredibly endearing that your heart just claimed him. Years later, when the friendship is stronger than ever, that beating muscle in your chest refuses to let Mark go.

One morning the summer after graduation, you wake up in a hotel room with an alarm blaring at 6:00am. You roll over and groan, blindly reaching to stop the device. Karina is rustling inside the sheets next to you, hoping the noise will go away. Jeno and Donghyuck are on the other bed snoring up a storm. Mark, on the other hand, rolls uncomfortably on the pull-out couch.

On normal days, the alarm set for six in the morning would be a sin but today is not a regular day. It is the day your group saved up for.

The five of you, with your similar interests in movies and theme parks, wanted to go to Disneyland together for years. After graduation, you finally had the money and freedom for it.

Your hypothetical plan finally made it out of the group chat—that is your driving force to get up. While doing so, you hit Karina’s side and she grumbles in response. The two of you agreed you’d wake up earlier since it would take you longer to get ready. The guys, however, could sleep in.

As you quietly pass by the couch, Mark asks, “Is it time to get up already?” He must’ve heard the shuffling. There's darkness under his eyes. You can tell he didn’t sleep well last night. On top of his eyes struggling to open up, his voice sounds incredibly hoarse and filled with fatigue.

“No,” you answer, patting his messy head of brown hair. His body reacts positively to your touch, eyes closed and neck stretching to meet your touch. He releases a relaxed sigh as your fingers card through his thick strands.

Lowering yourself to his level, you continue to play with his hair. “Sleep well last night?”

“Nah, not really, like dude, this shit really isn’t comfortable,” he complains with a deep exhale, “but I volunteered to take the couch so…”

“Move to mine,” you tell him, gesturing to the unmade bed. You hear the water running and figure that Karina jumped into the shower to help wake herself up. “Try to get a little more sleep, I’ll wake you up in a bit.”

Too tired to fight back, Mark languidly moves towards the bed. Once close enough, his body drops onto the mattress and he wiggles his way under the covers. You watch him until his breathing evens out. It didn't take long for him to fall asleep; after all, he did most of the driving on your road trip down to Southern California. Satisfied, you move to start your morning hotel routine.

The fresh smell of coffee hits you as you do your skin care, apply your makeup, and brush your teeth. Karina’s done in the bathroom shortly after and you claim it to change into your outfit of the day. When the final touches of your look are finished, forty minutes have passed and it’s time to wake up the rest.

You wake Jeno first because he’s the easiest and whisper that there’s fresh coffee waiting for him. Donghyuck throws a bit of a fit when you shake him awake, stuffing his face in his pillow. He gets up after a few threats from Karina, whining over how mean she is to him.

Part of you wants to let Mark rest for a little bit longer, especially after knowing how exhausted he is. There’s the option of letting the other three go first while you wait for Mark to wake up naturally. The other half of you, however, thinks about two things: how much money you all spent getting these tickets and how you promised each other to be at Disneyland from open to close to make your splurge worth it. Being Mark’s best friend, you know how disappointed the guy would be if you stayed behind with him. So with no choice left, you wake him up.

You do so gently, your hand immediately going back to his unruly hair. You comb back his bangs and hold them in place. “Mark, it’s your turn now, everyone else is almost ready.”

As soon as he hears your voice, he stirs. Mark blinks the sleep away, and suddenly, you are the first thing he sees. With you sitting on the bed next to him and your hand still in his hair, Mark thinks he’s still dreaming. “Hmmm?”

“It’s your turn, Spidey,” you say, taking a sip of coffee. “We’re all ready.”

He buries his head in your lap for just a second, wanting to keep this little moment with him a little longer.

“Okay,” he finally says a minute later, before slipping out of bed.

Karina claims her rightful place next to you on your shared bed, still warm from Mark’s little nap. She shoots you a look and you ignore her knowing stare. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?” she challenges you, perfectly drawn eyebrows raised in question.

“That,” you gesture to her face.

“Oh, you mean the look I’m giving you when you share a little cute moment with your best friend who is most definitely more than a best friend, fine, I won’t do that,” Karina pretends to give up, her hands raised in surrender.

You shush her at once, looking over to the boys that are currently fighting over the sink. Mark’s already dressed in some black cargo pants and an oversized Spider-Man shirt. He’s in the midst of styling his hair, struggling with one strand that will not stay in place. You hear his frustrated huffs and puffs while Jeno and Haechan chuckle at his antics.

“Does my baby need help?” Donghyuck teases, reaching for Mark’s hair.

“Yo, dude, no, stop! You’re gonna mess it up!” Mark shouts, backing away from him. “Don’t you dare touch me!”

“But you can’t do it on your own, my sweet baby, I’ll help you,” Donghyuck continues with the bit.

You remove yourself from Karina’s conversation and break the two idiots up.

“C’mere,” you gesture towards Mark.

He instantly comes to you, dipping his head down to your level as you lean against a piece of furniture. Your fingertips curl that one strand just the way he likes it, framing his forehead, and smile when it’s all finished. So focused on his hair, you almost don’t notice how close his face is to yours. Your breath hitches and you lean back to create more distance.

Removing your hand from his hair, you smooth the non-existent wrinkles on his baggy tee.“There you go, not hard at all.”

“Right,” he murmurs back, body frozen in place but his large, pretty eyes still aimed at you.

You clear your throat. “I, um, need to–”

“Oh yeah no, sorry,” he stumbles over his words, moving so you can get through. You shuffle past him, pretending to do a last minute check of your crossbody bag. His stare lingers on you as you fuss over your belongings and put on your Mickey ears.

You try to shake away your thoughts but Karina won’t let you. She slides up to you with a playful smile. “Not even eight in the morning and you’ve already had two little moments. When’s number three happening?”

“In your wildest dreams,” you snap back with a hiss, slinging your bag over your shoulder. Wanting to avoid the conversation from moving further, you open the door. “Let’s move, slowpokes, we gotta go!”

“Or yours,” Karina takes the last word as she exits the room.

You can’t argue with your roommate because she’s right. You've been wanting to be with Mark and calling him yours since your first year. Yes, there were times in the past when it seemed like he wanted the same–moments just like the two you just shared–but nothing was explicitly said or done. Feelings were left unsaid. They lingered in the air until the romantic vibe fizzled out and the moment ended. To love and be loved by Mark Lee is your wildest dream. It’s the one you’re sure will never come true. However, there’s a sort of magic in the air in Disneyland–a magic that will make even the impossible possible. You wonder if that bit of magic will apply to you, too.

✨ TOMORROWLAND

7:45am arrives and your friends are following you like little ducklings following their mother. Without you, they would be lost causes.

It’s not your first time in the parks so naturally, you are the one who takes charge. You have all the tickets on your phone, scanning them one by one at the main entrance gate as your friends go through the turnstiles. They wait patiently until you are the last one through the gate.

Karina holds your hand, giggling as you stroll through Main Street, happily taking in the sights and sounds of Disneyland. Mark, Jeno, and Donghyuck are behind you, phones out to capture anything and everything in sight. You hear them excitedly discussing the map, mentioning things that they want to do, and you mentally take note of them all.

At exactly 8am, the ropes held by the cast members drop, signaling the official opening of the park. You quickly lead your friends towards the right of the famous castle and fight your way into Tomorrowland for Space Mountain. As one of the most popular attractions, it’s not so bad in the mornings when you’re one of the firsts in line. Jeno mentioned this ride in the past and you are determined to get him on it.

The crowd is packed like sardines and Karina links her arm through yours as people shove their way through. Amidst the craziness, someone grabs hold of your free hand from behind. From the way his hand fits in yours, you can tell exactly who it is. Jeno’s hand is much larger than this one and it’s a lot rougher than Donghyuck.

You turn your head to see Mark who asks you a question with a simple look. He knows you’re not too fond of crowds and is using this silent exchange as a check-up. You appreciate the gesture, much like how you appreciate every other way Mark looks out for you, and reassure him with a squeeze of his hand. You’ve frequented the park many times over the years so despite the mass of people, you know the theme park like the back of your hand. Mark returns the action and brushes his thumb against your knuckles. He doesn’t let go as the crowd dissipates into the ride queue and you don’t mind that at all.

As much as you love this dark roller coaster, you partially dread going on the ride, or any ride for that matter. The uneven number in your group guarantees that one person will be a single rider throughout the day and you are certain that will be you. Jeno and Karina have been dating for a while now, so it makes sense that they ride together. Even with Mark’s hand still in yours, you’re certain he’ll sit with Donghyuck. When it comes to Mark, Donghyuck loves to cling to his best friend, no matter how annoyed the older one gets. It’s their thing and has been since childhood so who are you to get in the way of that?

The wait goes by quickly, especially with the entertaining debates your friend group comes up with while queued up. It takes your group a mere thirty minutes to get to the front of the line. Once assigned your rows, you wiggle your hand out of Mark’s grip and silently move toward the last gate to make room for Donghyuck.

“Wait, where are you going?” Mark masks his hurt with a confused tone.

“To the back,” you say like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“Oh,” his tone drops and you can barely hear him through the echoing sounds of the ride. “I thought–”

“Huh?” you shout from the back row.

Seeing you in the last row, Donghyuck pauses for a second as if contemplating on where to go. “Wait. Why are you here?”

“What do you mean? Are you saying I can’t be here?”

“No. You’re supposed to be–” Your mischievous friend is cut off by the gates opening and the employees instructing you to enter and lower your lap bars. You do what they say and Donghyuck sighs before moving to sit with Mark.

You notice the frustrated look on Donghyuck’s face and an exasperated one on Mark’s but it’s too loud in the room to hear whatever serious thing they’re discussing. You try to lean in closer to catch a glimpse of their conversation but by the time the safety checks are done, you’re launched into darkness at a high speed with the ride soundtrack and Mark’s screams of terror filling your ears.

The ride ends quickly and you all rush to find your photo. Everyone in your vehicle looks like they enjoyed the ride minus Mark, who hid his handsome face in Donghyuck’s arm. The green-eyed monster makes a short appearance in your mind and you wonder how it would’ve been if you stayed with Mark. Would he cling onto you like that too, with his arm looped through yours and his face buried in your neck?

“Why didn’t you tell me this was a roller coaster?” Mark whines as you take a picture of the screen. You immediately send it to your group chat and Giselle, the one person missing on this trip, reacts to it right away.

“Because I knew you’d try to get out of it, you scaredy cat.”

“Rude,” he scoffs, clinging onto you as you lead them to a breakfast spot.

“Spidey, it’s really not that bad.”

“Yeah, says the thrill seeker,” Mark pouts at you, which makes you pinch his cheek. It’s not as soft as it used to be, his baby fat from your first year long gone. It’s replaced by the prominent bone structure that only highlights the features that you secretly want to kiss. “Warn a guy next time.”

“Okay, okay but you still did it! I’m proud of you!”

“Yeah but…” His voice trails off.

“But?” You echo, wondering what Mark wants to say.

He looks shyly at you, a faint redness painting his skin, “Can you sit by me next time?” He asks because you make him feel brave even when he isn’t.

Mark’s timid request has you grinning from ear to ear and your heart beating faster than any roller coaster you’ve been on. Your best friend is expecting an answer, you can tell by his teeth sinking into his thin bottom lip and brown boba eyes widening with each second.

“I mean, you know, like, sitting with Hyuck is cool,” Mark stutters when you don’t answer, trying to explain himself, “but I’d–well, I thought you were gonna sit next to me?” His voice raises at the end due to nervousness and you can’t help but giggle.

“You mean, you were gonna leave poor Hyuck all alone?” you poke fun at him.

Mark deadpans, “He’d survive on his own.”

“I mean, I’ve been here before and it’s everyone else’s first time. I’m okay riding by myself,” you push back with a frown, trying to convince Mark and yourself for that matter, “I just want to make sure everyone is having a good time.”

“I get that but–”

“We’re here!” you cut him off, stopping in front of a quick-service restaurant. You gesture to the door and the others go inside.

Donghyuck, Jeno, and Karina make their way in. You move to follow them but Mark stops you with a hand to your wrist. He hesitates, his mouth opening and closing, and you patiently wait for what he needs to express. The boy lets out a long exhale.

“Look, what I’m trying to say is that riding with Hyuck is fun and all but I…” He pauses again. Mark has this habit of not finishing a full thought and you think this is one of those times. Despite that, you listen attentively. “I want you to be my ride partner today, okay?”

And again, your heart shoots to the moon. Its fuel is the adrenaline that runs through your veins as you process his words. A hint of a smile begins to peak out as Mark fuses in front of you.

“I mean, like, I’ve been to theme parks with Hyuck since we were kids, I’m not missing much with that and I just–I kinda–you know–want to experience things with you today.”

The way he confesses this, like every other thing Mark does, is adorable. You hope your forgetful brain will store this memory along with the rest of your core ones. He’s about to go off on another rant, you can tell by the small puffs of breath he takes and the redness that’s flushing his ears, so you end it before it starts.

You cup a hand over his cheek to stop him from going even further and your fingers sense his rapidly beating pulse. “Okay,” you reply softly.

That one word alone has Mark’s expression changing from an unsure one to the brightest face you’ve seen him make all morning. He rivals the sparkles on top of the castle and the bright sun that’s shining over you.

“Really?” He perks up.

“Yeah,” you giggle at his change in mood, “now let’s get some food in you, Spidey boy.”

✨ THE CASTLE

“Get out, Hyuck! Why are you like this?” Karina yells from her spot beside Jeno, clearly frustrated with your friend.

Karina and Jeno stand at the side of the castle, far enough from the crowds but close enough to still get their picture with the iconic landmark. Donghyuck is just out of frame, ready to jump in to ruin whatever adorable shot the couple is trying to take. It doesn’t really matter since you’re continuously snapping away on Karina’s phone. Knowing those two, more than one picture will turn out beautiful. Looking at them, how could they not?

“Because you’re taking too damn long and I want pictures too!”

“You already got yours!” Completely used to their bickering, you shake your head behind the camera.

She’s right. You’ve already taken everyone’s solo pictures at this picturesque spot–Karina taking the longest–and now there were requests for group or partner shots. Jeno, being the perfect Instagram boyfriend, helped take the shots of you and your girl best friend with no pointers needed. You thought you were almost done with this photoshoot but you guessed wrong.

“Not with Mark though!” Donghyuck shouts back, pulling Mark to his side.

“Yo, wait, what?” Mark squeaks.

“You got good enough shots, so move!” Donghyuck has no shame when shoving the resident couple away and dragging Mark to the exact place they stood. You shoot Karina an apologetic look, handing her phone back, right before you grab hold of Donghyuck’s device.

The younger of the duo, as affectionate as he is, has no problem hugging Mark tightly for a picture. Mark sighs but goes with it without much of a fight. You take pictures of Donghyuck hugging Mark from behind, clinging onto the older’s arm, forcing him into making a heart and standing back-to-back. As this goes on for several minutes, you endlessly snap pictures, not even looking at the screen anymore. While doing so, you miss the hushed conversation that happens at the other end of the camera.

“Why am I doing this with you?” Mark hisses in between a grin. His arm around Donghyuck tightens and the younger one almost chokes at the sudden attack. “Are we done yet?”

“Why? Is there someone else you want to take pictures with?”

“Shut up.”

“I will not,” Donghyuck whispers under his breath, wiggling out of Mark’s grip. His volume raises as he announces, “Mark, catch me!” With that, the mischievous kid jumps onto Mark’s back and the elder of the duo has no choice but to do what he says.

Mark groans, “Why are you so annoying?”

“I will continue to be annoying until you man up,” Donghyuck nuzzles his forehead into Mark’s hair with a smirk. “I could keep this going or–”

With that, Mark lets go of his friend’s thighs and Donghyuck slides down with a helpless yelp. The boy is dramatic while dropping to the ground but Mark pays little attention to the action. Instead, he smiles shyly at you.

You raise an eyebrow at the duo’s suspicious actions. “Are you guys good or can we move on now?”

“I–um, actually–” He’s stuttering over his words more than usual, a red tainting his normal skin tone. You know he’s embarrassed but you can’t figure out what’s making him feel this way. The chaotic duo is up to their usual antics of Donghyuck being irritatingly touchy and Mark slowly losing his patience with it all so there’s no visible variable in your eyes. So, what’s the difference in this situation?

“What’s up?” When he doesn’t answer right away, you take that as a sign to keep moving. You turn your body away from him, adjust the straps of your bag to feel more comfortable, and get ready to move on. The park app on your phone is open to all the current wait times and you note that Fantasyland has low numbers, determining the most logical choice for your next destination.

You open your mouth, preparing to spill out your plan to explore Fantasyland when Mark’s feeble voice breaks the silence.

You don’t quite hear him the first time, leaning towards him in hopes that will help you focus on his voice alone. The excitement around the area only increases when the park marching band makes their way to the center of the castle for their afternoon set. Mark huffs in frustration when you fail to hear him for the second time.

But as they say, the third time’s always the charm.

“Take a picture with me!” he yells when the band goes silent. The flush on his face increases tenfold and you almost coo at how flustered he is. His eyes were wide, almost begging for you to grant his request. His ears match the color of his Spider-Man plush hanging on the belt loop of his bottoms.

Wanting to tease him a little more, you say, “We already took a group picture, Marky.”

You hold back your laugh when his hand goes back to fumble with his hair. He muses it, the strands now messy, making him look even more endearing than ever.

“Yeah but–you know what I mean,” Mark’s voice drops at the end, his lips forming a pout. How desperately you want to peck his cheeks but you refrained, still scared of crossing that line. His brows furrowed. “You know what, never mind, dude, let’s go.”

Just as he began to walk away, you tugged him back into place. “I know what you meant, Spidey, I just wanted to mess with you.”

“You’re so mean to me,” he sulks and your fingers reach out to pinch his cheeks. It’s not quite a kiss but it’s close enough.

You run your fingers through his messy hair, quickly fixing it and Mark just lets you, enjoying the little touches you are so willing to give.

“Hyuckie, can you please?” Donghyuck knows exactly what you’re asking of him, taking the phone out of your hands. He sets your phone to 0.5, bends down to get a better angle, and begins to snap away. All the while, you and Mark are a bit awkwardly standing side-by-side for the pictures. Your bodies are stiff--his hand is barely around your waist while his other hand is holding up a peace sign. You copy his pose, your fingers automatically making a V.

“You guys,” Donghyuck sighs, grabbing the attention of Karina and Jeno, “at least act like you’re having fun with these pics. We’re at fucking Disneyland right now.”

Karina laughs at how hopeless the two of you are. She takes pity on you and jumps in to give directions on how to improve your poses. “Mark, if you can just tighten your grip around her waist–”

Mark gulps, his nerves at an all-time high. Your best friend underestimates his own strength as he does what he is told. It happens a little too abruptly and you’re suddenly lurching into his body. Your head lightly hits his chest and you place a hand on the spot to create a little distance. He immediately fusses over you, looking down to check if you’re okay and it turns you into a giggling mess.

“I’m fine, it’s fine,” you reassure Mark with a bright smile on your face.

Once he notices that you are nothing but smiles, the curve of Mark’s pretty mouth matches yours. It brightens his handsome face so much that it matches the glitter found at the castle tops. You take a mental picture of the face he makes, eyes and nose scrunched up with happiness, and the golden glow of the summer sun illuminating his beaming aura.

Mark shakes his head and chuckles, pulling you into a hug. You sink into his hold, your chin perching on his shoulder.

In your mind, Mark Lee is your (awkward) Prince Charming. While you stand together by the castle, you cherish every second he makes you feel like royalty. He rocks you for a couple of seconds, swaying to the song playing in his head, and then pulls away. His stare, however, never leaves yours. You don’t dare break the connection. Your eyes curve up into little crescent moons and your hands drift back down to his chest. You feel the slight heaving from his laughter and it makes you giggle even more.

“Stop laughing at me,” he says with a smile.

“Never,” you reply, sticking your tongue out at him.

The two of you are so caught up in your little moment, that you forget that your friends have phones in their hands, documenting everything that just occurred.

“Oh, that one’s cute,” Karina says, snapping the two out of your shared reverie. Jeno and Donhyuck’s heads peak over her shoulders to look at the picture she’s talking about and they hum in reply. Then, she lifts up the phone to your eye level. You and Mark lean forward to take a closer look but the boy refuses to let go of you as you scroll through the selection.

Your finger swipes through what feels like thousands of photos before landing on one that catches your eye. In the photo, you’re so consumed in your laughter, lids closed happily and your dazzling smile half-covered by your hand. Mark holds you in his arms, fondly looking at you with sparkling eyes.

You stare at it a little too long, taking in the way he looks at you. You steal a glance at him and he’s wearing that same soft smile as he scans the photo. It made you wonder if your best friend always looked at you that way. You wonder if this was your first time making note of it.

You pull yourself out of it, knowing that if you ruminate on it anymore, you'll sink into a deep neverending ocean. Your finger taps the bottom of the screen and the heart fills up, adding the picture to your favorite album. You just know this is a picture that had to be included in your photo dump.

“I like this one,” you muster out, fighting the urge to make eye contact with him.

You feel a squeeze around your waist, one that lingers for a moment, and hear him whisper, “I like this one too.”

Mark says it with certainty and with a hint of longing like there’s a deeper meaning behind his words.

There is, of course, a message buried in his words. Mark likes how it’s just the two of you in the picture. He likes how it encapsulates how happy the two of you are in each other’s company. He likes it because it shows how in love with you he is. Mark especially likes it because it has you in it.

Mark Lee likes–no, loves–anything with you in it.

Mark loves you.

Point blank.

Mark loves you.

And Mark hopes that by the end of the night in this magical place, where anything can happen, he can gather enough faith and trust in himself to tell you how he truly feels.

✨ FANTASYLAND

While strolling through Fantasyland, where all things fairy tales come to life, you make a pit stop at a store filled with costumes for princes and princesses. Your friends were amazed to see that deeper into the store, there was a salon that catered especially to children. All the kids sitting in the salon chairs were beaming with excitement as they got their hair and makeup done while dressed up as their favorite characters.

Karina coos as a little princess dressed as Rapunzel passed by her. She ran her fingers through the skirt ends of the costumes, admiring all the different dresses, while the boys immediately reached for the plastic weapons and shields. You hear their dramatic noises as Donghyuck stabs Jeno with a sword. Mark’s familiar laughter bounces off the walls as the fight continues, his hand shakily recording the ridiculous exchange.

“What is this place?” Karina asks curiously, turning to you for an answer. You knew she would love this place–the girl, although people perceived her as a tough girl, loved anything that had to do with princesses.

There’s a sparkle in her eye, which only brightens when she approaches the section belonging to her favorite princess. Karina grabs hold of a pretty character headband, removing the one that’s on her head and tries on the new one. She spins to face you, silently asking if it looks good on her, and you nod enthusiastically, giving her a thumbs up.

“Welcome to the Bippity Boppity Boutique,” you reply happily. Pointing to the cast members working on their guests, you continued, “They’re called Fairy Godmothers in Training. They help the kiddos with their makeovers.”

“Have you done it before?” Mark pops up out of nowhere, a little out of breath from the play fighting he did with the other two. He must’ve joined in the little spar after taking some pictures.

“Yeah, when I was little. I was Cinderella,” you laugh, remembering how pleased you were to be in the chair. You remind yourself to look for those photos; it’s been a while since you’ve seen them. “Can’t do it now as an adult though. Sorry, Rina.”

“Then why’d you bring me here?” She pouts at that, “To torture me? That’s mean. There goes my dream of being a princess.”

Mark bites back a chuckle at her bitter response and Karina has no trouble slapping his shoulder to shut him up. You choose to ignore the childish exchange.

“Well,” you start to say, inching towards the counter where a cast member eyes you curiously. “We can’t get full makeovers but we can get pixie dusted.”

“Pixie dusted?” Mark echoes, tilting his head in confusion. Your fingers twitch and you fight the urge to pet his head.

“The fairy godmothers have wands with them and they basically sprinkle glitter on top of your head while you make a wish. It’s really cute!”

The light in Karina’s eyes glows even brighter than before. “Really? Oh my god, can I do it?!” she asks, bouncing on the heels of her feet.

“I knew you’d like it,” you giggle.

“Babe!” She calls Jeno over.

His head pops up over a display, resembling a puppy hopping out of a hole they just dug. “Yeah?”

“Get pixie dusted with me,” Karina requests, reaching out for him with her wiggling fingers.

Jeno quickly sets down the toys he was playing with, leaving a whining Donghyuck behind, and follows his girlfriend’s lead blindly.

You and Mark watch them silently, both with smiles on your faces, as the couple holds hands and closes their eyes. The worker mumbles a little spiel as she taps her wand, the glitter raining down on their heads. Your camera is at the ready, finger holding down on the burst button for this special moment, capturing Karina’s tiny squeals and Jeno’s chuckles as the pixie dust settles in their hair and on their skin.

“Anyone else?” The Fairy Godmother in Training asks politely, looking at you expectantly.

Mark nudges your side. “You gonna do it?”

“Of course. I’ll never pass up getting pixie dusted,” you say matter-of-factly, stepping forward.

“I want to do it, too,” Mark proclaims, stepping with you.

You laugh and warn him, “You wanna deal with glitter in your hair? It’s going to stay there for days.”

He shrugs, “They grant wishes, right? Maybe I need mine to come true.”

“Oh, yeah? And what wish is that, Spidey?”

He holds a slender figure to his lips. “If I tell you, then it definitely won’t come true. And I need all the help I can get with this one.”

You eye him suspiciously and when he doesn’t give it up, you sigh in defeat. Preparing yourself for the glitter, you bow your head down and close your eyes with your fingers linked together in the tightest hold. Your best friend nudges his forehead against yours and you let out a surprised giggle.

Just like Mark said he needs all the help he can get. He isn’t wishing for any regular thing. He wishes for something more precious than that–your heart.

Sure, this is most likely playing make-believe but Mark Lee wants to believe in it. Maybe this is the little bit of magic he needs. Some might say he’s too old for this sort of thing but he wants to believe in fairy godmothers. He wants to believe in the shiny powder that they call pixie dust. He wants to believe in the magic that you do.

So when the glitter pours down on him, Mark shuts his eyes tightly and grips your hands with all his might.

Mark wishes for your wish to come true,

Mark wishes for your happiness.

But most of all, Mark wishes to be yours.

Your next stop is quite the staple in the park and it’s a must-do on your list. Luckily, they all agree with you and suddenly, you are in line for the iconic teacups. For the summer, the wait isn’t too long–a mere fifteen minutes before it’s your group’s loading time. Before getting on the ride, the five of you decide to break into two groups instead of all squeezing into one tiny spice.

In their excitement, Karina and Donghyuck rush to claim a vehicle. Donghyuck lightly shoves Karina’s side when he realizes they are both aiming for the same cup, causing her to lose her balance. She groans once he hops into the pink teacup with hearts decorating the sides and scurries to grab another pink cup.

“Why are you two like this?” You shout after them, shaking your head.

“When are we not like this?” Hyuck shouts back, his arms already spread across the rim of the cup. He calls you to join him and you do, closely followed by Mark.

Once you are seated and the door to the vehicle is closed, Donghyuck’s expression changes. “We need to spin this baby as fast as we can and we need to last longer than”–he sends a playful glare towards Jeno, whose hands are already resting on the wheel–“them.”

“Oh god, not this shit again,” you roll your eyes.

The boys have an ongoing competition when it comes to spinning rides like these. Whoever spins for the longest period wins; the losers have to treat the winners to a prize of their choice. In the past, it’s been food, plushies, and anything else you can think of.

“Can we just be normal for once?”

“Bubs,” Mark laughs, “when are we ever normal?”

“Touche.”

Donghyuck dramatically drops his hands on the wheel, “Are you ready?”

There’s really no point in this competition. Although Jeno has a stronger build than you, Mark, or Donghyuck, there are only two of them in their cup as opposed to the three of you. There’s a clear winner. Despite that, you copy your mischievous friend’s actions, a smile breaking through your unamused facade. “Alright, Hyuck.”

The spiel is blasted over the speakers, the music begins, and off you all go. Laughter surrounds you as the ride begins to spin. Your hands speedily make work and giggles spill out of your mouth when your hands pile on top of Donghyuck. Your friend matches your enthusiasm, his face crinkled in concentration as he turns the wheel, his whole body moving along with the teacup. You steal a glance at Jeno and Karina; seeing them only fueled your competitiveness and motivation to win this useless contest.

Mark, on the other hand, did not add to the spinning. He just watches his best friends, phone in hand. The device captures the most candid moments of you—smile wide enough to hear your laughter through the screen, hair flying in the wind, hands either gripping the wheel or Donghyuck when the cup goes a little too fast.

Mark snaps a picture of you and Donghyuck cackling, bodies thrown over each other in the height of their fun. Even when your gorgeous smile is aimed at his best friend and not him, jealousy isn’t coursing through his veins. A warm feeling does instead—Mark just loves to see you happy.

He captures one last picture of you, your bright grin shining at him, and your hand reaching towards his camera. If someone were to play that Live Photo back, they would hear the giggles living in your voice as you call Mark’s name to join in on the fun.

This picture is the one he saves in his favorites folder and of course, in his heart.

✨ AVENGERS CAMPUS

“You’re nervous, aren’t you?” you ask Mark although the answer is obvious. Ever since you got in line, the boy beside you fidgeted with anything and everything possible. When he wasn’t playing with the keychains on your bag, he messed with the drawstrings of his cargo pants. He had a hard time staying still.

“No one asked you, Bubs," Mark hisses. His voice softens a moment later when he apologizes for snapping. The fussiness he exhibits is adorable in all kinds of ways and you fight the urge to mess with his hair in the meantime. You know it would only make him feel worse.

“It’s okay to be nervous, you know,” you reassure him as the people in front of you step forward. “It’s not every day you meet your childhood hero.”

“Isn’t this–I don’t know–a bit childish of me to feel like this? I mean, it’s just a guy in a suit.”

“Hey,” you say, hating the way your best friend tried to bring himself down, “we’re here to let our inner child out. If you’re nervous or excited or whatever you’re feeling, just feel it.”

Mark sighs as the line moves again. “Right. You’re right.”

You laugh, ruffling his hair, “Aren’t I always?”

The boy groans, fingers immediately rising to fix his fringe. “Don’t mess it up, dude, it’s almost my turn.”

A soft giggle escapes your lips instead of an apology. You’re so fond of him. “You’re too cute.”

His cheeks flush with a bright red which only increases his cuteness factor. Mark, flustered as ever, opens his mouth to ask what you mean by that. His sentence is interrupted by the character attendant calling for the next person in line. Your best friend’s nerves are at an all-time high at this point and he looks to you for support.

You shake your head negatively and gesture to the phone in your hand. “This is all you, I have to take your pics!”

Mark sticks his tongue at you in retaliation before taking a deep breath. He approaches the awaiting figure with a cautiousness you’ve never seen from him. But with all due respect, Spider-Man is standing right there in front of him. If your favorite comic book and superhero character of all time stood in front of you, you’d probably react the same way.

“H-hey,” Mark stutters out. You stifle a laugh as you snap the first picture of Mark and Spider-Man shaking hands.

“Hey, man, what’s your name?” Spider-Man greets enthusiastically. He gestures to Mark’s Spider-Man shirt, “Love the shirt.”

“It’s Mark,” he manages to say, “I’m a big fan. We just went on your ride and it was so cool.” Mark gestures to the building behind them, which housed the ride. It was an interactive ride that tasked the riders to help Spider-Man save the Avengers-themed area by shooting webs with motion-tracking technology. “My arm’s kinda tired though, I don’t think I could shoot webs like you.”

His rambling comment makes Spider-Man chuckle, his voice muffled through the red mask. “Yeah, I guess slinging webs isn’t for everyone. But hey, maybe if you train more, and go on the ride a few more times, you’ll be just as good as I am. We’re always looking to recruit new members to the team. You look like you’d be a great addition.”

Mark’s eyes glow with delight as the actor continues to shower him with compliments. “Yo, wait, that’d be so cool!”

“Should I show you some poses to start off with?” Spider-Man excitedly suggests. Mark easily complies and happily follows all the instructions the superhero gives him. While doing so, they stare right into your camera and you snap several photos of each pose.

The joy radiating off of Mark’s face is enough to make your heart soar to a new height. The merriment he and your other friends exhibit as they make their way through the park is why you keep coming back. Disneyland brings everyone’s happiest self out and you will never grow tired of seeing people’s youthfulness shine through.

“Got ‘em!” you shout from your place, giving the duo a thumbs up.

You laugh as both of them return the thumbs up with a lightning-quick speed. Many people pointed out Mark’s speedy reactions, calling them his Spidey senses. Seeing Mark stand tall right next to Spider-Man himself, reacting the same way the character does, makes the term all the more fitting for your friend.

“Hey, you wanna jump in with us for a picture, too?” Spider-Man calls out to you.

“Oh!” you exclaim, not expecting that at all. Your sole goal was to take Mark’s picture with his hero. The thought of you joining in for a picture didn’t even cross your mind. “Sure, why not?” you grin, quickly handing the phone to the attendant on standby.

You swiftly shuffle into position, copying Spider-Man’s iconic pose, as the cast member takes a couple of shots on your phone. They prompt you to pose for the professional camera they have on hand as well and the three of you switch up your poses. The wide smile on your face is identical to Mark’s as the flash goes off. A feeling higher than contentment floods your entire being. You’re happy, incredibly so, to be in this moment with Mark and his hero.

You’re happy.

You see Mark dive right into another rambling burst with the prettiest little sparkle in his eye and you’re in love.

You’re happy and in love with Mark.

Standing by for just a second, you see Spider-Man turn to you and nod his head in acknowledgment. Wordlessly, you open your arms to ask for a hug and the character accepts. “Thank you for making my Spidey’s day,” you whisper as Spider-Man squishes you to his side. “It means a lot to us.”

The actor catches onto the nickname and comments, “He’s your hero, huh?”

“I’m pretty sure he’s my everything,” you confess under your breath and your face immediately heats up upon realizing what you said to a complete stranger.

“Your secret’s safe with me.”

The moment passes so quickly, that Mark doesn’t even grasp that two of his favorite people held their own side conversation. You give Spider-Man one last wave, retreat back to the attendant who hands you your phone, and stand off to the side to swipe through the pictures. Mark stops his little rant to watch you with a slight tilt of his mouth.

“She’s a good one,” Spider-Man brings Mark out of his thoughts, “We could use a recruit like her too.”

“She’s really special,” Mark lets out a fond laugh as you happily show your friends the pictures you’ve captured. “She’s my MJ, man.”

The character beside him laughs, not out of ridicule, but because of the similarities the two of you share. “Does she know that?”

“Nah,” Mark’s hair ruffles with the breeze as he shakes his head. “Not yet.”

“Better let her know soon then,” he pats Mark on the back, gently pushing him in your direction. “And don’t let her go once you have her,” his hero adds as an afterthought.

Mark turns back to give Spider-Man one last smile, “Don’t worry, I won’t.”

Mark Lee doesn’t have you in the way that he wants to, at least not yet, but once he does, there is no way he is letting you out of his sight. He may be the one who carries the heroic nickname but you are the one who has caught him in your web of love. Wherever you go, you have his whole heart.

You are his whole heart.

How can Mark Lee ever live without his whole heart?

✨ CARSLAND / SH-BOOM

“Hurry up, hurry up!” you call to your exhausted friends, who drag their feet behind you.

“But we’re tired,” Karina whines as her steps grow heavier. She’s stolen her boyfriend’s hat to beat the heat but has little luck doing so. Jeno, noting this, turns his portable fan to face her. She wearily smiles at him, squeezing the hand conjoined with hers to thank him.

Donghyuck echoes Karina’s sentiments but you ignore their complaints altogether.

There’s no time to slow down, you think, as you make note of the time. The sun is about to set and your group still hasn’t reached the spot you want–no, need–to be in. You understand their exhaustion because you feel the same way but deep down, you know the hustling will be worth their while.

“You guys, just do what she says,” Mark comes to your defense, giving you a reassuring glance, “I mean, she hasn’t let us down this whole day. I’m sure whatever she’s rushing us for will be worth it.”

You weave and bob through the crowds with ease and your friends fall in line behind you. You pass through the entrance of Avengers Campus and lead them straight into Carsland. A mass of people are gathered at the entrance of the land and you cringe at how packed it is. But upon hearing Donghyuck gasp with excitement, you grin and bear it. In the past, your friend mentioned that Cars was one of his favorite childhood movies. Since you’ve found that out, you’ve gifted him a Lightning McQueen present every year for his birthday.

“Holy shit, bro, I’m in Radiator Springs,” Donghyuck clutches your arm, “This is the best thing ever.”

“Oh, believe me, Hyuckie, it gets even better,” you say, pulling your friend along with you. You giggle at his reactions to every little detail you point out–how everything is built to scale, that all visitors are meant to be cars, how every third blink of the traffic light is slower just like the movie–and his brown eyes widen in childlike wonder.

Once again, Mark stands back as you take care of Donghyuck. He appreciates all the thought you put into this trip–making sure you know everyone’s specific interests and adjusting the day’s itinerary to meet everyone’s wishes. Jeno wanted to get on every thrill ride possible, so you purchased the Lightning Lane express passes to guarantee he had a good time. Karina wanted to feel like a princess, so you took her to the Boutique to get pixie dusted and scheduled time in the Fantasyland area to take as many pictures as she wanted. You spent a bit of time in Avengers Campus so Mark could get the entire Spider-Man experience. And now, you’re expertly guiding Donghyuck through Radiator Springs, equally excited as your friend who’s experiencing everything for the first time.

When everyone else voiced how worn out they were throughout the long summer day, you kept the spirits up and took care of each and every one of them. You may have not outwardly mentioned how spent you were but Mark caught onto the signs. While you were busy tending to each person's wants and needs, Mark found himself taking care of you. You’ve done so much for the group, he wonders what exactly he could do in return.

“Alright, stop right here,” you stop in the middle of the land, granting the group the perfect view of the land, “and face this way.”

“Why are we stopping? Isn’t the ride right there?” Donghyuck points to the end of the area. “I thought we were heading there.”

“Yeah,” you reply, “there’s something we gotta do first.”

“What’s everyone standing around for?” Jeno asks, hugging Karina from behind.

The others take a look around to see that a large crowd has formed in this area of the park, all facing the same way. Everyone is eagerly waiting for the same thing you are, their phones propped up in the air. You take another peek at your weather app and it deems it around one minute before sunset. Perfect.

“Well, my good sir, you are about to find out,” you answer cryptically.

You squeeze Donghyuck’s hand. “You ready, Hyuck?”

“For wha–” His sentence is cut off by the area loop music increasing in volume. Everyone around you cheers as Sh-Boom by The Chords starts to blast through the speakers. “Oh my god.”

The rest of Donghyuck’s sentence is trapped between his teeth as the neon lights, starting from the furthest point of the area, begin to light up. It’s an exact replica of the movie, the lights flickering on with the beat of the old-time music. The bright lights resemble your friends’ expressions, the giddiness of experiencing this iconic moment apparent on their faces. Donghyuck is practically glowing with childlike wonder, bouncing on the balls of his feet. You snap a photo of him as he continues to take it in. Jeno sways Karina back and forth, his arms wrapped around his girlfriend’s waist and chin resting on her shoulder as she records the whole thing.

Smiling, you turn to look at Mark whose eyes are solely trained on you. His phone is in hand, aimed in your direction, and you assume he took a picture of the lit-up signs behind you. “Isn’t it so pretty?” you ask, hands gesturing to the entire area.

Mark’s gaze doesn’t falter, doesn’t leave you when he answers, “It’s the prettiest.”

A heat spreads to all parts of your face and body at his flirtatious response. You turn away from him, too embarrassed to meet his soft stare. “It’s one of my favorite times of the day. My family always came here at sunset just to watch it. It’s fun watching everyone’s reactions and seeing people dance to the music, like them”–you point to a dancing couple, the man spinning his partner and the woman laughing gleefully–“I dunno, it just makes me happy.”

“I can see why,” Mark chuckles.

Your gaze lingers on the duo and Mark spots a look of longing in your eyes. Your best friend sees a chance, one as clear as day, and with all the bravado he can muster, Mark takes it. He tugs you towards him and you gasp at the sudden movement.

“What?” you whisper.

Mark sticks out a hand for you to take and bashfully says, “Dance with me.”

“What?” you repeat in shock, eyes dropping from his face to his outstretched hand.

“You heard what I said,” your best friend chuckles, “Dance with me.”

Instead of waiting for a response from you, Mark takes your palm in his and gently places his other hand around your waist. Your breath catches in your throat, anxious eyes meeting his own, and the boy shoots you a reassuring smile. He takes the lead, guiding you through a few swing steps as you dance on the street. You’re a little unfocused through it all, your mind wandering from the warmth of his touch to his unfaltering look.

“Have you always known how to swing?” you ask as he leads you into a spin.

Mark dances with an ease you don’t expect from his clumsy self. You’re used to his harder, sharper style of dancing he exhibits when you all go out dancing–the lighter style catching you completely off-guard. It makes you fall for your best friend a little more than you already have.

He nods as he catches you in his arms before turning you around again. “Yeah, I learned from watching my parents dance. I only really danced with my mom, though. I guess I was just–” Mark coughs, shaking his head.

“Just what?” You egg him on, wanting to hear what your crush has to say.

“No, never mind, it’s nothing.”

“Doesn’t sound like nothing to me,” you quip.

“Nah, it’s stupid,” Mark tries to dismiss it, distracting you with another spin.

With him being the perfect leader, your sneaker-clad feet move in time with him, following wherever he goes. “Nothing you say is going to be stupid,” you add, squeezing his palm.

You know you’ve won the argument when Mark sighs. He’s so close to you now, you can feel his breath hit your face. There’s a hint of fresh spearmint, coming from the gum you offered him earlier. Any closer and your lips can press right into his, completing the romantic moment that you could only dream about.

Mark gulps nervously as you look up at him with confusion. The words come tumbling out before he can stop himself from making a fool, “I guess I was just waiting for the right partner.”

There’s more to Mark’s sweet reply than meets the eye. Once again, you burn up at the implications. You shouldn’t assume the meaning behind your crush’s words but something about the way he said it makes you believe that you are the partner he is waiting for. To be deemed worth waiting for is a girl’s deepest fantasy and your heart swells in your chest at the thought of it all.

Despite the rapid thoughts running through your head, the only thing you can spit out is a quiet, “Oh.”

Mark renders you speechless at the favorite part of the day and in your favorite place in the entire world; he pockets this as a big win. With his warm hand resting at your waist and the other clutching your calm, Mark leads you into a flurry of sequential moves. Never once does he bump into another person in the crowd, he navigates through the small space you’re granted so gracefully. Dancing with him brings you to such a natural high, you feel lighter than air.

The laughter that spills from your lips fills his heart with joy and as the song reaches its end, the arm at your waist tightens enough to usher you into a dip. As your torso lowers, his body follows your own. He keeps you in this position, his pretty brown eyes glued onto your shaking pupils. He’s so near, that your sight triangulates from his eyes down to his grinning lips. You notice the pink that tickles his skin, from his squishy cheeks to his pierced ears.

As Mark pulls you back up, you circle your arms around his neck and give him the biggest hug in existence. You whisper a light and heartfelt, “thank you,” in his ears and Mark responds by pulling you closer.

While the song that played through the speakers announced, “Life could be a dream,” Mark Lee deems that his life already is. To him, his life is a dream and that’s because you’re in it.

✨ FIREWORKS

The sun has set and your entire group is tired but the day’s not quite over yet. The five of you are amongst the throng of people seated on the asphalt, bodies splayed in all sorts of configurations. Karina and Jeno are in front of you, whispering happily as they go through all of their pictures together. Donghyuck has no problem taking a nap on the floor, using some plastic bags as his makeshift mattress and Karina’s new plushie as a pillow. Mark, on the other hand, is seated on your right and silently playing a game on his phone.

The extent of your tiredness didn’t hit until you sat on the floor, a groan leaving your mouth as you fought to find a comfortable position. The ground really isn’t the best place to sit but you have to camp out for the best view of the castle and the fireworks. You find yourself hugging your legs and resting your face on your knees to keep yourself warm. The weather is a lot cooler than it was earlier in the day and the slight breeze has you shivering.

“You okay?” Mark asks, still looking at his phone.

“What makes you think I’m not?”

“You keep moving around like you’re uncomfortable or something,” Mark pauses his game and notices the goosebumps on your skin, “Bubs, are you cold?”

“Yeah, just a little bit but I’ll deal with it.” You leave out the fact that you’re tempted to buy a sweater from a gift shop, just as you do every single time you get cold in the parks. It’s an expensive tradition you need to break. Plus, there’s no more room in your closet for more cozy crewneck sweaters.

Another quiver runs through your body as the winds blow through the area. Mark frowns as you tighten the grip around your legs. He immediately shrugs off the zip-up he wore, draping it around your curled-up shoulders. The warmth of the fabric combined with the smell of his cologne hits you all at once.

“Mark, I told you I’m okay,” you pout at him as he gets up from his spot. He stops you from taking it off, his palms firm on your back. “You’re gonna get cold.”

He disagrees, pulling the hood over your head. “Nah, I run hot anyway. I don’t want you to get sick or anything so just leave it on, okay?”

“But–”

“For me?” Mark pushes. He smiles when you pout even further, knowing there’s no way you can beat him in this conversation. “That’s my girl,” he adds, a hand coming to cup the back of your neck. A sudden urge comes over him and before he even places what he's doing, Mark plants a tiny kiss on the top of your head. You feel the slight pressure of his lips between the fabric and your head is reeling the second he pulls back.

“I’ll be right back,” Mark whispers before setting off into the crowd.

You’re frozen in place, the ability to respond nonexistent in your mind. You simply watch as he fades away and then, the shyest smile breaks through. There are no clouds left in the sky but you’re officially on Cloud 9, your heart beating rapidly in your chest, and your face buried into the sleeve ends of his jacket.

True to his word, your best friend returns fifteen minutes later with a plastic bag in one hand and a hot drink in the other. Mark pulls out the coziest Disney-themes blanket you have ever seen, folds it in half, and then places it onto the floor. He motions for you to sit on it and you smile even wider. “Better?” he asks as you settle crisscross on the soft fabric.

A relieved sigh slips past your lips as the soft material rubs against your skin. “So much better.”

Mark plops himself right beside you. His bare arm presses against yours in an attempt to fit on the blanket. There’s lots of space left but you don’t mind, snuggling right up to his side. He chuckles at your action, draping his arm around your hoodie-clad shoulders to pull you closer. “Got you a hot chocolate too, passed by the cafe across from the gift shop,” your crush gently places the drink in your hands.

“You really didn’t have to,” you mutter, hiding your smile behind the drink.

“Wanted to.”

“Thanks,” you reply in between your tiny sips.

“Anything for you, Bubs.”

With his arm around you and your body cozied up to his side, the time passes quickly. You’re in your own world, your quiet conversations drowned out by the chatter of the large crowd surrounding the castle area. The cocoa is passed back and forth between his hand and yours, an indirect kiss shared each either of you takes a sip. You laugh over things that happened throughout the day, from Mark’s burnt tongue to all the hideous ride pictures your friends took while wholeheartedly enjoying themselves.

When Mark takes a big sip, you crack an unexpected joke that leaves him choking on the drink. Your roaring laughter attracts the attention of the others around you but you are so into Mark, you don’t even notice. He’s a sputtering mess, with the hot drink all over his cheeks and hands. You help him through it, one hand patting his back and the other reaching up to wipe away the liquid with his sleeve.

“You’re so silly,” you whisper fondly as your thumb rubs against his soft cheek.

“No, you just caught me off guard,” Mark replies, nuzzling into your hand. The moment feels a little too intimate, especially when his fingers reach up to connect with yours, but you don’t want it to end. It finally feels like something good is happening. It feels like the dream you’ve kept deep in your heart is coming true and you don’t want to fight it.

You pay no attention to the way your friends are staring knowingly at you like this was all meant to happen. Your eyes are solely trained on Mark and how he holds you so delicately as if you were a bubble about to burst. Mark keeps you tucked into him until the five-minute before the fireworks announcement blasts through the speakers.

Mark is the first to get up off the blanket and you hate how easily he does so. The feeling of pins and needles travel down your legs as you try to get up. You moan in pain, struggling to get up. When you finally rise from the ground, your knees buckle and you lose your balance. A little noise slips out as you stumble, your clumsiness almost leading you straight into another person. Strong hands from behind immediately fly to your hips to keep you steady and you fall right back into Mark’s sturdy chest.

His hands remain at your hips as you turn to look at him. You mumble an apology and he clutches your waist a little harder. “Who’s the silly one now, huh?”

“Shut up.”

Even as the moment ends, Mark’s hands stay in place. The only movement he makes is a minuscule tug that molds you into his chest. He hears no complaints from you, just a pleased little sigh, that signals you’re one hundred percent okay with what is happening.

The surrounding lights dim, projections on the castle come alive, and music that could only be described as magical begins to play. It’s the scene of your dreams–you are in the hold of someone you love as fireworks light up the sky. The show’s just begun and here you are, wishing you can stay in this moment forever.

Seeing as how he’s made it this far, Mark puts on his bravest face and circles his arms around your waist. You hum in approval, resting your hands right above his. He replies by tangling his digits with yours and you smile so widely, it’s brighter than the pyrotechnics shooting off above you.

The soundtrack isn’t new to you; it’s the show the park features every summertime, so you find yourself humming along to every section and transition that passes. By the time the love-themed section bleeds through the sound system and the castle glows with pinks and reds, you tell your best friend, “This is my favorite part.”

He says nothing in response, too busy admiring you instead of the show. Mark rests his chin on your shoulder, his gaze directed at the side of your face. He takes in the sight of the glow the lights cast on you, your lips curled up as you mouth each and every lyric.

It’s quite obvious that he’s staring at you. Even if you didn’t catch him from the corner of your eye, you feel Mark’s steady breath hit your neck and cheek. Your entire body radiates heat upon this realization. You sink your teeth into your bottom lip to calm the hopeless romantic inside you.

You want to look at him, you really do, but you’re scared of what will follow after you meet Mark’s eyes. But when he whispers about your favorite song playing, your heart swells at his great memory, and you turn.

The tip of Mark’s nose grazes yours after your sudden movement. You’re right there, less than a breath away from him, and his eyes are filled with immense tenderness. In your years of knowing Mark Lee, you’ve never seen him look at another person the way he’s looking at you at this moment. It’s a look filled with endearment and affection, leaving your heart swelling in your chest.

You barely hear the boom of the fireworks shooting off, not when Mark’s eyes flitter down to your parted lips. He’s captivated your heart and soul, you can’t help but nudge your nose against his as you inch closer. It’s a silent signal, one he understands without further explanation. Your best friend shuts his eyes, calls upon the glittery pixie dust that sits in his hair and makes his final wish of the night. He wishes for the strength to make his next move.

Mark’s soft lips touch yours most delicately; the press is merely there, and it throws you for a loop. The kiss makes you so incredibly giddy, that you turn your head even more and your hand anchors itself to his cheek. It keeps you steady as he dives in for seconds, this one more eager than the first. With your favorite love song in the background and the fireworks booming in the distance, you are happier than ever.

You are so happy that your wide grin and little giggles cause Mark to break away for a short moment. He plants another peck amid your laughter and soon he’s chuckling too. The arms around your waist lock you in place as he burrows into the crook of your neck, placing the tiniest kiss where your pulse hammers against your skin.

Mark’s feet are on the ground but he feels like he’s flying. His heart has grown wings, allowing him to soar to new heights. He feels like he can touch every little star in the sky. Kissing you in this land of make-believe, underneath the fireworks, feels like a miracle and he fears that he will never come down again.

He’s pretty sure the gleam in your eyes mirrors his own. It’s so pretty and bright and magical–it encompasses all the emotions stirring in his chest. They start from his heart, bubble up through his neck, and the words he’s been meaning to say spill out as a crescendo booms throughout the area. “You’re my wish come true.”

Turning in his hold, you circle your arms around his neck. You draw him closer, your lips ghosting against his to say, “And you are mine,” before closing the sentence with another kiss.

You’ve always loved fairytale endings–how the prince always gets the princess at the end of the story. When he grins against your lips, you realize you’ve been in one the entire time. The story of you and Mark is more than a dream that filled your head. It’s more than something you wished upon a star for. Your story is the slowest burn that led to the greatest happy ending.

All it needed was a little faith, trust, and a whole lot of pixie dust.

TAGLIST. (tagging my gen taglist and friends that I think will be interested in it hehehe) @winwintea @johtenrecs @lavendersuh @itsapapisongo @nctsworld @hotdogct @smileysuh @suhnnyskiess @jaemdonuts @haetrack @bat-shark-repellant @bebsky

FINAL PARK ANNOUNCEMENT. Hey everyone! Long time no post. I think the last time I posted a fic was in either December or January? I'm happy to be back for a hot second. This fic was inspired by many things: Mark calling his fans "his MJ," my personal visits to Disneyland over the years, and especially the trips I've gone on with friends that I've met on this site. Hehehe. I really hope you all enjoy this rainbow of magic and fluff. Please let me know what you think of it. Your feedback keeps me going! Love always, Nikki <3

#nct scenarios #nct fanfic #nct imagines #nct x reader #mark lee #mark imagines #mark scenarios #mark fanfic #mark fluff #mark lee x reader #mark x reader

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f10werfae · 2 years ago

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Daddy’s babies

pairing: Lumberjack!Henry x shy!mom!reader

summary: Daddy!Henry takes his babies to Disneyland and engages in some soft kissy sex with his baby bun (Dilf!Henry) (softdom!Henry)

likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated/Disclaimer 18+

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“P-please daddy, we want to g-go, don’t we lovebugs?” Y/n cooed sitting on the floor of their living, her baby girl Iris nursing soundly on her breast, the soft suckling sounds and baby gurgles filling the room. Henry sitting behind her, his fingers playing with the loose straps of her vest, peeking over at the sight of his baby princess so close to her momma, his baby boy Beau sat on his boppy across from them; clearly milk drunk from his feeding.

Y/n had spent the past few days begging and begging her husband for a trip to Disneyworld, wanting nothing more than to take hundreds of pictures of her tiny tots in their costumes, buying them all sorts of souvenirs and of course the family costumes. Henry would be lying if he said his attention was fully on her words right now, all he could think of was how huge her breasts had grown these past few months from breastfeeding. God almighty it took him an arm and a leg to keep from squeezing them like a stress ball, even being caught by Y/n herself.

“Sugar butt, they won’t even remember goin’ there, Beau over there doesn’t even remember who I am half the time” Henry chuckled looking to meet his wife’s eyes as she huffed and scooted out of his hold, shuffling over to her baby boy who was near enough asleep after being burped. “F-fine then, you don’t care about us” She whimpered giving him those big doe eyes of hers, even turning around her baby Iris, who she had now given a pacifier to. Her cute little mouth bopping up and down as she suckled on the Disney themed dummy, her big eyes she got from her momma staring right at her daddy. Henry swore his heart clenched right when he saw his baby princess looking at him.

“Y’all n’ your damn eyes, fine”

“H-hen look at the baby c-cots they’re old west themed!” Y/n giggled holding baby Iris to her hip whilst Henry carried Beau on his, sliding in the suitcases with his free arm. “Is it everythin’ ya wanted sugar cube?” He hummed finally locking the hotel room, his arm coming around her waist to bring his daughter and wife closer to his warm broad chest.

“W-we love it, it’s so cute and reminds me of our house” Y/n smiled tilting her head up to press a small wet kiss onto her man’s lips, both babies also reaching for each other cutely, they were absolutely inseparable so thankfully the cots were right by each other. Seeing both of their eyes start to lid, their small voices cooing tiredly, it only seemed right that they put their tots down for the night after a long day of driving and gas stops.

“C’mon over ‘ere momma, ya need your sleep n’ so does daddy” Henry whispered tugging on his wife’s belt loop, pulling her against his chest as they looked over their beautiful miracle gems. “Missed you today ya know” Inhaling her soft fresh scent deeply, he slowly waddled them both towards their huge king size saloon themed bed. “Y-you were with me the w-whole day though” Y/n laughed as Henry softly set her on the sheets, already tugging off her denim flares and black polo crop top. His smile widening as he saw all the new stretch marks she had gained, evidence she had carried their family, their baby gems; a proof of their love.

“Doesn’t fuckin’ matter, didn’t have your sweet pussy wrapped around my cock or anythin”

“A-and you still can’t, t-this is a family friendly zone” Y/n scolded shimmying herself up the bed only for her to be dragged down by Henry’s hand on her ankles, her puffy pussy coincidentally coming face to face with his eager lips. “We can worry about the family friendliness tomorrow, right now it’s me n’ my gorgeous wife. Think she misses my kissies no? As long as you’re quite n’ don’t wake up the monsters then it’s okay bun”

Slowly peppering small onto her second set of lips, his tongue coaxed through her folds to taste her sweet self; baby bun’s little gasps and stifled moans reverberating through their bodies. “M’already close H-hen, kissy t-too good” Y/n whined knowing how sensitive she was, both emotionally and physically after the journey of a pregnancy she had. “I know you are sweet pea, go on, give your man his treasure”

Within seconds her body was writhing in his hold, her hand over her mouth to make sure she wasn’t being too loud, Henry’s hands clamped around her waist as he slurped up all of her juices. “Y-your turn?” She breathed out sitting up on her elbows, “No baby bun, we can do that another time, time for you to get some sleep” He smiled crawling up on her to kiss her lips softly, with a twinge of tongue just to hear her hum in pleasure.

“You sure?”

“Hundred, now turn over n’ let me spoon my sugar cube”

Both of them now nude under the covers, Henry’s hands skimmed up over her sides and curves, moving up to cup her breasts strongly; hoping to teasingly coax some of her milk out but he knew she’d have been emptied out just from the twins on the road trip. “You did so good today momma, took care of our gems so well you know that? My precious baby bun such a good woman, my woman”

“I L-love you so much H-henry, you’re such a good daddy to t-the babies”

“I love you too Y/n, swear my life on it”

Throughout the night Henry slowly and gently humped his hardened cock against his sleepy wife, hearing her whine and groan until he finally released all over her bare ass, letting her shift back against him before finally drifting off for the rest of the night.

“a-aren’t you two just f-freaking adorable, m-my little chip a-and lumiere” With the two tots propped up on some pillows, in their chip and lumiere costumes from beauty and the beast, Y/n in her pretty yellow dress as Belle and Henry in a blue suit as the beast. The perfect fairytale family in Henry’s words.

“H-Henry get in beside them, now please” Picking up each 8 month old onto each knee, Henry smiled with his canine smile into the phone, both babies showing their gummy smiles in their tiny costumes like the absolute cuties they were. The perfect mix of Henry and his Y/n. “Ok now go put it on a timer n’ get in here sugar butt”

“mhm comin’” Setting up her phone against the table she ran over and perched herself behind Henry, her arms coming around his neck from behind, her red painted lips planted onto his cheek. “Should we get ‘em into the pram and get goin to fantasyland? Get you your well needed pictures n’ souvenirs” Nodding excitedly they strapped both twins into the two seater pram, their costumes thankfully suited to the hot summer weather, with Henry pushing the pram protectively as Y/n linked her arms with his.

“I-isn’t it just magical? Oh wait! We need to g-get them pictures w-with Mickey Hen” Redirecting the stroller to the queue for Mickey, the couple stood in line in each other’s arms, “you alright ma? You look absolutely gorgeous” Swaying their bodies side to side, Henry felt her giggle and laugh against him, twisting her head to the side to press a sweet kiss to his neck. “Y-you’re only sayin’ that cause i-im dressed like Belle”

“Nah no way, I prefer you naked than in a dress and ya know that baby bun” Chuckling they finally moved to the picture spot, with Iris in Y/n’s arms and Beau in Henry’s, each twin cooing happily with their sun hats on with the white sunscreen making their face look painted.

“Baby bun, I- I have a proposition, you can say no if you want but”

“b-but what?” Y/n asked tilting her bead to the side like a happy little puppy, taking off her costume after the long day, Iris and Beau already tucked into their sleep snuggies and in their respective wooden bassinets.

“This is out of the blue, but my uh my mother’s here, she’s seen somethin’ about us bein’ here and she wants to meet Iris and Beau. Well- actually take them off our hands for a few hours to give us some time”

“W-what like now? I-i’ve only met her a few times a-and that was before I was pregnant”

“I know that’s why I wanted to ask you first, we’re a team baby bun, you say no then thats fine, you tell me what you want sugar” Nuzzling his head against hers he felt her exhale before raising her head, that same soft kind look in her eyes.

“I grew up a-always loving my grandparents, I-i’d hate to rob I-Iris and Beau of that. Your m-mother’s lovely, I-I just wish we saw her more often so she k-knew them more” Y/n explained nodding her head with each word, showing that she completely trusted Henry’s mother, she knew how attentive she was with her other grandchildren and she didn’t doubt her for a second with Iris and Beau. Although this would also mean this would be the first time she would be away from her babies for more than an hour, already feeling the dreaded mother’s guilt.

With it already being 5PM and time for dinner a rhythmic knock sounded throughout the room, the newly awoken babies’ eyes curiously looking around the room, their hands wandering in the air frantically. “It’s her sugar, you ready for me to open the door?” Nodding Y/n stood up, wiping her sweaty palms onto her skirt, watching on as Henry’s mother gleefully walked into the room. A pair of purple mickey ears on her head as she instantly reached for Y/n, bringing her in for a hug and an affectionate kiss to the cheek.

“My beautiful daughter in law, you’ve only gotten more beautiful, how I wonder how my son met got you” Henry scoffed muttering a ‘thanks mom’ watching his mother then turn her attention to the two cuties surrounded by pillows on the bed, the both of them looking at her happily almost as if they could feel the love radiating off their grandmother.

“Oh my word, is this my little ittle Iris and Beau, my two precious grandbabies, they are the carbon copy of you Y/n, thank God nothin' like Henry. With that scowl always on his face" Marianne whispered tickling their little stomachs, quickly taking out the mini mickey ears she had gotten just for them, a pink and blue sequinned set.

“Aww t-thank you, t-though I’m thankful they g-got the cleft chin from H-henry” Y/n laughed seeing Henry pick up Beau and Iris, letting her have her fair share of snuggles of each baby Cavill, the newest additions so far to the family. “Ma are ya sure you’re able to handle these two little monsters, they can be quite a handful but we’ve already packed everythin’ ya need in this baby bag” Buckling them into their stroller, Henry tucked the baby bag into the underneath of the stroller, his mother excitedly clapping and exclaiming how excited she was to spend the next few dinner hours with her grandchildren.

“Henry boy, av’ raised 5 boys I think I can handle two more angels, especially if they’re like Y/n”

“Well most of the time they are, curious little things really, but deprive ‘em of the booby milk and it gets scary” Henry laughed as Y/n scolded him, hugging his mother one last time as she brought the babies to her hotel room, deciding the easiest option was to order in room service since all they had was simple baby foods and milk.

Meanwhile Y/n had a new feeling in her stomach, a feeling of guilt for simply letting her “newborn” babies go despite them edging the ninth month. Her goosebumps wouldn’t let down, her legs shaking as Henry shuffled around the room to prepare a hot warm bath for them both, a well deserved one at that. “Baby bun ya ready to come in n’ join me?” Henry called in from the tall ceiling bathroom, waiting eagerly to watch his nude wife in all her glory.

“a-am coming now” She called seeing her husband engulfed in a multitude of purple and pink bath bubbled, his hand outstretched to help her into the tub. His hand tightly wrapped around her wrist as she sat between his legs, the water sloshing once she sat back against his snug wide chest. “What’s goin up in that pretty mind o’ yours beautiful, you look busied”

“D-Do you think i-it’s bad that I let t-the babies go w-with your mom so easily? I f-feel guilty for being away from them for so l-long”

“what? Is that what you’ve been tinkerin’ about? You’re the best wife n’ mother on the goddamn planet, the way you pour your love and affection into everythin’ you do, no one could ask anything more from you. You’re absolutely perfect baby bun, my little sugar cube is the best” Henry whispered against her ear, his voice growling towards the end as his lips attached to her neck and shoulders, kissing it passionately while her head rolled back onto his shoulder. His strong burly arms wrapped around her midsection, one of his hands sneaking up to circle her nipples with his finger, eyes staring as he watched them harden.

“Y-you really think so?” Bun replied looking up at him, her doubting thoughts quickly dissolving once he pecked her nose adorably, each of her breasts in one of his hands. “I know so, now sit your pretty little self back n’ let daddy take care of everythin’ alright momma?”

Settling herself back comfortably basking in his radiating body heat, his hands reaching under the water to touch her sensitive clit, his soft hoarse voice hushing her anytime she let out anything louder than a squeal.

“This ok baby?”

“mhm f-feels so freakin’ good” Henry’s lips stayed pressed to her temple as his palm rubbed on her clit, his ring and middle finger already teasing her hole with soft pillowy thrusts, just enough for her hips to thrust themselves upwards clearly wanting more. “I can feel you gettin’ close bunbun, ya wanna finish here or in the bedroom, or both?”

“B-both?”

That was all the confirmation Henry needed for his fingers to thrust his fingers in frantically, her sensitive nub consistently making contact with his palm to bring her to finish, his other free hand that was holding her up was now holding her jaw to turn her head towards him. His lips pursing onto hers, to suck her tongue into his mouth, tasting her cherry lipstick. “God I love kissin these lips of yours, so beautiful n’ sexy”

Not even letting her reply as her orgasm washed over her, his finger repeatedly fucking her entrance while his other hand now reached down to rub her clit like a feral beast, her body shaking crazily as she rode out her high. “Aww my pretty sugar butt, you always get me so fuckin’ hard whenever you look at me like that”

His thumb brushed under her lips, her eyes looking dazed and happy as she happily nuzzled back up straight to sit closer to him.

“This okay? Or do you want it tied up as well?” Turning off the hairdryer, Henry continued to softly brush through bun’s hair as best as possible, trying to alleviate her head of worries about their babies (even though his mother just sent them a picture of them suckling on their pre-made bottles)

“I-I want it in-in a braid” Nodding Henry got the strands of hair ready, looking at her lovingly through the mirror, her eyes closed peacefully with her wearing nothing but one of his white vests. Taking his time to get the braid perfect he tied it off with a little tie and carried her up to the top of the bed, pulling back the covers to help her get settled in before he slid in beside her.

This would be their first night without the babies’ interruption.

“You wanna jus’ go to bed sugar? or-“

“No. I-I want this” Confidently she reached down and started stroking his hardened cock which was already laying against her thighs, biting her lip she shuffled forward to hook one arm around his neck as he took some of his precum and used it to lube up her pussy, small gasps leaving her at the erotic act. None of them speaking any words but the amount of love and passion in their eyes was obvious, her tits popping out from the sides of his vest as it was clearly ten sizes too big.

“Just gonna take it slow with you sweetpea, make love with ya until my pretty sugar falls asleep”

With her arms now wrapped around his torso, her head directly above his heart, Henry slipped in his cock into her warm wet pussy, both of them gasping out at the amazing sensation. “So soft n’ warm” He whispered kissing her pouty lips passionately, their tongues meeting in a wet kiss as both their hips rolled against each other. Henry’s hand lifted up her thigh to place it over his waist, his fingers tracing over the stretch marks now littering her thighs and lower stomach, even her breasts. Henry couldn’t even put into words just how much it made her look like an absolute Goddess that gave him his two precious miracles.

“D-don’t touch ‘em”

“Why not bun? They’re proof of the amazing journey you took for our family, and they look so fuckin’ sexy” Henry rebutted shutting her up with a sharp thrust which sent her mewling back into his chest, her palms flat on his back as his slow rhythmic thrusts helped her reach her orgasm quicker, each throw of his hips hitting another angle of her G-spot.

“S-sleepy Henry”

“You take all the rest you need baby, take what you need my pretty girl” He whispered pecking her lips thrice more, his hips still softly rolling against hers even after they had finished, the wet sloshy sounds of their juices filling the room as Y/n found herself falling asleep with her husband’s cock inside of her.

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PSA: Lumberjack!Henry is back!! Meet his lovely momma who raised this beast, although he definitely got his possessive attitude from his dad who we are yet to meet, and his brothers. Hope you guys enjoy this Disneyland snippet 🫶

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f1samcro · 4 months ago

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Insecurities

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You and Jax had been together for years. He’d made a dumb joke when he was 15, and 14-year-old you folded. Gemma had been hesitant when you two announced your engagement four years later, and even more hesitant when she watched her 19-year-old baby boy promise you to, “Treat you as good as my leather and ride you as much as my Harley.”

She watched as you sat at the bar to finish your homework (you finished school whilst Jax chose to drop out), watched as you would look after Jax after a tough run. By the time you were 20, she was itching for grandkids. She had accepted you. Decided that you were good for Jax, brought out this soft side in him that he would’ve completely lost if you weren’t there. So when you and Jax told her when you were 21, that she would be a grandmother, she was ecstatic. But then you also told her a few weeks later that you had lost the baby. So she approached your next pregnancy, three years later, cautiously. And then you had Abel. Thomas followed two years later. You and Jax, at the ages of 28 and 29, were the king and queen of Charming. And Gemma loved you, albeit, she got frustrated with the boundaries you’d set when it came to the children and the club, but if she said anything, she would have Jax to deal with. It wasn’t like you kept the boys fully away from the club. But you rarely let them at the clubhouse, and never told them what their dad was really off doing on his work trips. But she liked you. She respected you. So, Gemma Teller-Morrow, kept her mouth shut for once.

Until now. For someone who was often confident, not taking shit from jealous crow eaters, you were awfully quiet. Ima was saying something to you, before turning, flipping her hair and storming off. You quietly walked to your car, leaving the lot without a word. So, Gemma texted Jax, worried. And he promised to talk to you later that night.

By the time he got home, the kids were asleep, and his dinner was in the oven. He ate quickly before walking through the house to find you. Maybe you hadn’t heard him coming home, because you were standing in front of the mirror, twisting and turning, prodding and poking. “Darlin’?”

You jump, turning from the mirror and dropping your hands. “Hey, baby.”

“What’re you doin’?”

“Nothin’. Was boutta shower.”

He frowns, obviously not believing a word you say, “Give me five and I’ll join you.” You stiffen for a second, before nodding and slapping a forced smile on your face. He raises an eyebrow, before crossing the bedroom and grabbing your hips. “Abel have a good day at school?”

“Yeah. Said they did painting,” you refuse to meet his eye, until one hand reaches up towards your chin.

“What’s goin’ on, baby?”

His hand moves to cup your jaw, thumb running across your cheek bone. You smile softly, “I’m just tired. Thomas was running around all day.”

You can tell he doesn’t believe it, that he really knows what’s going on. Jax leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead, “I love you. I’ve loved you for 14 years, and I know when you’re lying to me. Now go shower, I’ll wait.”

“I thought you wanted to shower together?”

“You need a minute alone. It don’t matter what I want. Gotta look after my girl, even if it means I gotta let her shower alone when she’s feelin’ bad ‘bout herself. Go shower, I’ll get you some pyjamas and find a movie.”

He gently nudges you towards the bathroom, closing the door behind you.

When you came back out, your favourite pair of winter pyjamas was on the bed, flannel with little bunnies on them, and your favourite disney movie was on the small TV in your bedroom. You change quickly, glancing at the mirror, only to see that Jax had covered it with a sheet. The door opens, “Feelin’ better?”

You nod, staring at the covered mirror, his arms wind around your middle once he makes his way to you. He was warm, always was, “You’re warm.”

“You’re beautiful,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your cheek and nudging you towards the covered mirror. He reaches out and pulls the sheet off and then wraps his arms back around you, “Look at you. Most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. My wife. Mother of my children. Ima doesn’t know what she’s talkin’ about. You’re even more beautiful than you were when you were 14. Havin’ my kids did you good.”

He holds your chin towards the mirror, so you watch as he holds you close and talks. And then he lifts you up and deposits you in the bed. You notice that he’d pulled the covers back earlier, as he pulls them back over you. And then the mirror is covered back up, and he’s next to you, pulling you into his chest and playing the movie. You still partly felt horrible about yourself, but he’d helped. A little. So, you curl up into him, “Thank you.”

He looks down, brushing hair behind your ear, “You’re welcome, darlin’, now shh, the movie’s playin’.”

#jax teller #jax teller x reader #jax teller imagine #jax teller imagines #soa #samcro #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy imagine #sons of anarchy x reader

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shesgaymichaelscott · 1 month ago

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I really enjoy your writing! xx

THANK YOUU 🥹💕 the support makes me feel so loved, especially when i'm in my head/anxious!! i'm sharing another chapter from sweet cheeks 1) bc why not but really 2) bc i'm feral for jealous/bottom!melissa hehehe

Melissa Schemmenti x OC (Lilia Greenley)

(jealous mel {new teacher comes in hot}, teasing, smut, melissa may or may not get bent over her desk🤭)

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The first day back in January hit like a snowball to the face.

Lilia barely had one foot in the building before she was hit with a chorus of overlapping voices—kids screaming about winter break, staff grumbling about being awake before 10 a.m., and Ava skating past on her Heelys with a cup of whipped cream she was calling coffee.

Melissa was already holding court by the copier, arguing with the ancient machine like it owed her money. "You had two weeks to fix yourself, and you wait 'til now to jam again?"

"New year, same copier," Jacob said as he passed by with an armful of laminated activity sheets and a sense of fragile optimism.

Lilia laughed and leaned against the wall, breath puffing in the chilly air still trapped in the hallway. She clutched her to-go coffee in both hands like it was keeping her alive.

Barbara breezed in with an air of grace and only a hint of chaos in her eyes. "Children are still on vacation time," she announced. "I am spiritually unprepared for their volume today."

Lilia made her way to her classroom, only to find a sticky note taped to her door in Ava's handwriting:

"Welcome back, Room 204. Time to CRAM for those state tests. Also: if anyone left any snacks in their desk before break, don't eat them. They are now legally part of the ecosystem."

Inside, her students were buzzing, more hyper than usual and full of winter break stories, but surprisingly... sweet.

"Miss G!" one of her students called. "Is it true you're practically engaged to Miss Schemmenti now?"

Lilia blinked. "What?"

Another kid chimed in. "My cousin is in third grade and she said her friend's sister's aunt works here and saw you two kiss at the holiday party!"

Lilia flushed but grinned, setting her coffee down. "That is... very detailed secondhand information."

"Are you gonna get married?" a girl asked, starry-eyed.

"She already gave her a necklace," another boy pointed out. "That's serious."

Lilia tried to redirect, but the damage was done. They were off and running—half her students turning into gossip hounds, the other half drawing hearts around "Miss G + Miss S" in their notebooks. Honestly? She didn't mind.

She stole away during her planning period to sneak down the hall and peek into Melissa's classroom.

Melissa clocked her immediately and smirked. "You miss me already, Greenley?"

"Always," Lilia grinned, slipping inside. "You surviving?"

"Barely," Melissa muttered, nodding toward a kid who was currently stacking chairs for no apparent reason. "But my motivation is about five-foot-five, walks like a Disney princess, and sleeps in my bed, so I'm pushing through."

Lilia flushed, heart flipping even though she lived with this woman now. She wandered over, catching Melissa's hand and squeezing it. Just a little.

"I forgot how exhausting the first day back is," Lilia muttered, forehead pressed to Melissa's shoulder.

Melissa snorted and pulled her close. "I didn't. That's why I threatened to fake an ankle sprain."

By midweek, the dust of back-to-school chaos was just starting to settle—papers were finally in folders, the copier was (mostly) cooperating, and kids were sliding back into their routines with the sluggishness of molasses. Lilia was perched on her stool in front of the whiteboard when Ava strutted into her classroom mid-lesson, sunglasses on, sipping from what appeared to be a mimosa in a travel mug.

Behind her stood a woman Lilia hadn't seen before.

"New blood!" Ava announced, like she was introducing a contestant on The Bachelor. "This here is Miss Soraya Delgado. Fourth grade. Be nice to her, or don't—I'll still get paid."

Lilia blinked, sliding off her stool with a friendly smile. "Hi! I'm Lilia Greenley, eighth grade. Welcome to the chaos."

Soraya smiled back—and it was definitely the kind that lingered. Warm. Curious. Maybe a little flirty. "It's lovely to meet you. I've heard about you already."

"Oh?" Lilia tilted her head.

"Only good things. Mostly that your classroom has the best vibe and the cutest Halloween decorations." Her eyes sparkled as she added, "They left out how beautiful you are, though."

Lilia flushed. "Um—thank you. That's—"

A chair screeched in the hallway. Melissa appeared in the doorway two seconds later, eyes immediately locked on Soraya.

"Oh hey, babe," Lilia greeted, relief flashing through her smile. "This is Soraya. She's the new fourth-grade teacher."

Melissa's smile was tight. "Nice to meet you."

Soraya smiled with no awareness of the small lightning storm now crackling under Melissa's skin. "You must be Melissa. I've also heard about you."

"Bet you have," Melissa said coolly.

Ava popped her head back in, clearly thriving. "Oh good, all my favorite drama magnets in one room."

After the school day ended, the group found themselves loitering in the lounge—Lilia pouring tea, Jacob recapping his class's chaotic reenactment of the Boston Tea Party, and Janine buzzing in with end-of-day energy.

"Okay," Jacob said, watching Melissa stalk past the lounge window for the third time in ten minutes, "either she's pacing out a football play or she's jealous."

Janine turned. "Did something happen?"

Lilia sighed, fiddling with her tea. "The new teacher—Soraya—she... might've flirted with me earlier?"

Jacob screeched. "WHAT?! Did Melissa see?!"

"She walked in mid-flirt," Lilia said. "And hasn't stopped hovering since."

Barbara entered the lounge at that moment, taking one look at Melissa peeking into Lilia's classroom again and sighing. "Lord give me strength."

"I think it's cute," Janine said. "Melissa being all territorial."

"Until someone gets shoved in the parking lot," Jacob muttered.

Melissa eventually cornered Lilia in the library while she was shelving donated books.

"You like her?" she asked bluntly, arms crossed.

Lilia blinked. "Are we... in high school right now?"

Melissa scowled.

"Mel," Lilia said gently, walking over and wrapping her arms around her girlfriend's waist. "You are the only woman I've ever wanted to live with, wake up to, build a life with. No one else even makes the radar."

Melissa softened a little but still grumbled, "She called you beautiful."

"You call me beautiful and feed me in bed. She's not competition."

Melissa let out a sigh. "I know. I just... you're the best damn thing in my life. Can't help it."

"I know." Lilia kissed her cheek. "And you're mine."

⸻

The next day, Soraya appeared in Lilia's doorway before first period like clockwork, holding two coffee cups and wearing a soft gray sweater that clung a little too well to her figure. She smiled with that same lingering warmth.

"Thought you could use a little caffeine reinforcement," she said, offering the second cup.

Lilia accepted it with a sheepish smile. "Oh! You're gonna spoil me."

"That's the goal," Soraya winked. "Plus, I had to repay you for helping me find the supply closet yesterday. I was starting to think Abbott had some kind of Narnia layout."

Before Lilia could answer, a throat cleared sharply behind them.

Melissa. Again.

She was holding a stack of copied worksheets and very obviously not looking at Soraya. "Lils, did you take the red pen from my desk again? I can't find it."

"You mean the one in your back pocket?" Lilia said, hiding a smile.

Melissa blinked, reached back, and swore softly. "Right. Never mind."

Soraya chuckled softly and offered Melissa a friendly smile. "Nice seeing you again."

"Mm." Melissa walked off without responding, her jaw clenched tight.

Five minutes later, she was pacing in her own classroom, muttering under her breath about the "new teacher energy" and "unprofessional flirting" when Ava strutted in, Jacob trailing close behind.

"Okay," Ava said, sunglasses already pushed to the top of her head. "You need a sedative or a drink."

Jacob added, "Or both. We can mix it. Call it a jealousita."

"I'm not jealous," Melissa snapped, slamming a drawer closed. "I'm just observant. That woman has been in Lilia's room every day this week."

"She's new," Jacob said. "She's trying to make friends."

"With her lips?!"

Ava cackled. "Girl. You're like three seconds away from rolling up in a leather jacket and pissing a circle around Lilia."

Melissa glared. "I should've never let her wear that green sweater today. She's unfair."

"And you're unwell," Jacob muttered. "But we support."

Back in Lilia's room, one of her students leaned over with a knowing smirk. "Ms. Greenley, Ms. Schemmenti glared at your door again. That's like the third time."

"She does that," Lilia said, sipping the coffee Soraya gave her and suppressing a laugh. "It means she loves me."

By lunch, Melissa had cornered Jacob behind the vending machines.

"I don't like her," she said simply.

"You don't even know her."

"I don't need to. Her intentions are obvious."

Jacob squinted. "Is this jealousy hot for Lilia?"

Melissa paused. "Unfortunately."

The staff room was loud with microwave beeping, clinking mugs, and the usual lunchtime chaos. Soraya had just breezed in, complimenting Janine's hair and sliding into the seat across from Lilia with a flirtatious grin and a salad she definitely didn't plan on eating.

"So," she said, lightly brushing her fingers against Lilia's arm as she reached for a napkin. "Any plans this weekend? You seem like a winter hike type. Or maybe brunch and a bookstore?"

Jacob's eyebrows shot up so fast they practically hit his hairline. Melissa, on the other side of the table, paused mid-bite of her sandwich. Her jaw tensed.

Lilia, ever sweet, gave a soft laugh. "I'm actually pretty booked. But that sounds nice."

Soraya gave her a lingering look before standing and tossing her lunch remains in the trash. "Well, if you ever change your mind... door's always open. Literally—I teach across the hall." She winked, then headed out with a sway of her hips and a casual wave.

The second the door swung shut behind her, Melissa stood up, slammed her sandwich down on her plate, and stormed over to Lilia.

Everyone went dead silent.

Melissa leaned down, bracing both hands on either side of Lilia's chair, her voice low but heated as she said, "You're mine. Just so we're all clear. She's cute or whatever, but I'm the one who gets to take you home, undress you, and hear all those little noises you make when I kiss your neck."

Lilia's eyes widened, cheeks flushing immediately. Barbara nearly choked on her tea. Janine froze with a spoon halfway to her mouth. Ava whispered, "Finally."

"Oh my God," Jacob whispered. "This is the best day of my life."

Melissa didn't break eye contact as she added, "So if Miss New Hire wants to play friendly? Fine. But she lays one more finger on you, and I'll remind her exactly how serious I am about you. Got it?"

Lilia blinked, her mouth dry. "Yes, ma'am."

Melissa kissed her. In front of everyone. Full, possessive, slow enough to make Ava holler and Barbara mutter something about "good heavens."

When she finally pulled away, Melissa smirked. "Good girl." Then sat back down like nothing happened.

"Uhh—so, anyway, these budget cuts—"

Jacob screams, "No. We are not moving on like that didn't just happen!"

"Can we all clap? Because that was art." Ava applauds and bows to Melissa.

Lilia just sat there, dazed and red-faced, her heart beating out of her chest and her coffee forgotten.

And Melissa? She was finally satisfied—for now.

⸻

Melissa barely had time to settle her class back into their afternoon routine before there was a soft knock at the door. A familiar head peeked in—Lilia, glowing from lunch, eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Sorry to interrupt," she said sweetly, stepping inside with a folder in her hand. "I just had to drop something off for Miss Schemmenti."

Melissa sat straighter in her desk chair, already suspicious. "You did, huh?"

The kids—her precious, nosy, too-smart-for-their-own-good second graders—lit up.

"Miss Greenley!!" "You guys live together now, right?!" "Are you gonna get married?!" "I like your shoes." "Do you sleep in the same bed? My moms do." "Are you gonna stay forever?!"

Lilia laughed, soft and easy, perching on the edge of Melissa's desk. "Well, I hope so. I really like it here."

Melissa just stared at her, a slow, sharp smirk forming. Lilia in her classroom, surrounded by her kids, looking effortlessly gorgeous? That was dangerous.

"Alright, alright," Melissa said, waving her hand. "Y'all got math to finish. Stop flirting with my girlfriend."

"You flirted first!" a kid yelled.

Lilia leaned closer, lips near Melissa's ear. "I'll pick you up after school. You might want to lock your door."

Melissa swallowed, hard. "You're playing a dangerous game, baby."

Lilia smiled. "I know."

⸻

The bell had barely rung when Melissa's classroom door clicked shut again, this time with purpose. She didn't even have time to spin around before Lilia was already on her—backing her gently against the chalkboard, eyes bright with heat and mischief.

"So," Lilia whispered, pressing a slow kiss beneath Melissa's jaw, "you wanna make sure the whole school knows I'm yours?"

Melissa gave a low groan, her hands gripping Lilia's waist. "Not complaining, are you?"

"Oh, not even close." Lilia's voice dropped, sultry and breathy as she kissed behind Melissa's ear. "But now it's my turn to remind you who you belong to."

Melissa's knees actually went weak.

Lilia smirked as she slowly undid the top two buttons of Melissa's blouse. "You're mine too, Mel. Don't think I forgot that little show at lunch."

Melissa tried to bite back a moan. "You planning to make good on this revenge of yours?"

"Oh, baby," Lilia whispered, lips grazing Melissa's throat, "I'm just getting started."

Melissa backed up until her legs hit the edge of her desk, letting herself be guided with zero resistance. Lilia tasted like peppermint tea and sweet revenge, and she was not holding back.

"You think you can just whisper things to me in front of my kids like that?" Melissa murmured against her lips, hands sliding under the hem of Lilia's sweater.

Lilia just grinned, tugging Melissa's blouse open further, exposing the curve of her collarbone and the lace of her bra. "I think I can do whatever I want when my girlfriend's the hottest woman in the building."

"You're in trouble."

"I'm your trouble."

Lilia spun Melissa around, pressing her down over the desk gently, lips at the nape of her neck, fingers teasing along her waistband. "You wanted to remind everyone I'm yours?" she whispered. "Let me remind you why you keep coming home to me."

Melissa groaned low in her throat, grabbing onto the edge of her desk as Lilia dragged her teeth just barely down her shoulder, slow and possessive. "You're evil."

"You love it."

Hands slipped under her skirt, up her thighs, moving with intention. Melissa sucked in a breath as Lilia teased her, slow and deliberate, knowing exactly how to drive her crazy.

"You gonna be good for me?" Lilia asked, her voice pure heat. "Let me take care of you right here? Right now?"

Melissa's hands were already roaming beneath Lilia's blouse, tugging at the hem, desperate and impatient. But Lilia was in control now, pressing her thigh between Melissa's legs and watching her melt into the contact.

"You were jealous today," Lilia whispered, brushing her lips against Melissa's neck. "Watching Soraya flirt. Watching me smile back."

Melissa scoffed, low and dangerous. "Don't even say her name."

Lilia smirked. "Possessive looks good on you."

"You're mine," Melissa muttered through gritted teeth, grabbing Lilia's face for a messy, searing kiss. "Don't forget it."

Lilia bit her bottom lip, grinning as she leaned in. "Prove it."

She turned Melissa around before she could speak, bent her over the desk, and pressed in behind her with a dominance that made Melissa gasp. The desk creaked under the pressure, and somewhere in the back of her mind Melissa thought they really needed to reinforce it—but then Lilia rocked against her in just the right way, and every thought evaporated.

It was messy. Hands gripping the desk. Whispers that sounded more like growls. Lilia's name gasped into the air like prayer. Melissa had never been good at giving up control—but Lilia made it feel like worship.

"So good for me, aren't you baby?" Lilia curls her fingers inside of Melissa's dripping heat. Her back arches and her toes curl, the telltale sign that she's close. "C'mon, Mel. Come all over my fingers while I fuck you into your desk."

"God, Lils...Fuck!" Melissa clenches around Lilia's hand, her juices leaking down her thigh.

While Melissa came down, they stayed there for a second—foreheads pressed together, breath tangled, the hum of the empty school vibrating around them like static.

Melissa was the first to laugh, breathless and raw. "You really are trouble."

Lilia nuzzled her neck, smug and sweet. "Only for you."

⸻

By the time Friday rolled around, Soraya had figured out the vibe—especially after Melissa slung her arm around Lilia's waist in the middle of a faculty meeting and kissed her temple without breaking her stare when Soraya walked in.

"I'm so glad you two are happy," Soraya said later to Lilia, amused. "And that your girlfriend is scarily good at sending messages without saying a word."

Lilia laughed. "Yeah, that's kind of her thing."

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escapingrealtiylovinginsanity · 1 year ago

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Jay Halstead: By The Four

Just finished rewatching 5x5 and I had to write this. Pure indulgence. Short and sweet.

You opened the apartment door and instantly knew that something was different. You could usually hear the muted sound of the game and Jay cheering or frustration depending on how his team was doing. You tilted your head as you heard a familiar song from a Disney movie. You could also hear the sliding of sheets.

You weren’t sure what to expect when you rounded the corner, but it certainly wasn’t the site in front of you. Jay was in his normal position on the couch sipping a beer. Encanto was on the TV instead of the hockey game. A little girl, maybe five, half asleep with her head on his lap. His free hand was carding through her thick dark hair like he often did for you. The blow-up mattress was on the floor in front of the couch with two other olive-skinned children. One boy and one girl no older than eight or nine. They were cocooned in soft blankets. A final Asian boy was sitting on the floor slightly separated from the group holding a pillow to his chest.

You paused in the doorway, “Hey baby,” Three sets of little eyes and your boyfriends turn to you. Jay had a guilty look. You raised an eyebrow at him before heading to the kitchen to drop off your stuff. He slowly started to untangle the girl from his lap to follow you. You were pouring yourself a glass of wine when he entered the kitchen. You were a DFS worker and had been called out on an emergency keeping you out late. You met his gaze, “Why are four children sleeping in our living room?”

“It was a bad case, we just freed them from a child trafficking ring. They didn’t have a good placement- they were planning on sending them to a lockdown group home for the night. I couldn’t let them do it.”

You smile at Jay. He had such a big warm heart. You leaned and stole a soft peck from his lips. “Seems like I’m not the only one who can’t help but bring home strays.” You rub your noses against him in a few Eskimo kisses.

You drink your glass of wine as Jay explains to you how parents were using online sites to “rehome” their adopted children. You had nodded along with him. You were aware of the barbaric process. Hearing about how these children had been used, makes you sick to your stomach. “How am I supposed to trust that these kids are going to be taken care of? After all this? Put them back in the system that allowed them to be used like that?” Jay shakes his head in disgust. You rub a calming hand up and down his back, pressing a comforting kiss to his jaw.

“Bunk beds in the spare room?” His gaze shoots back to yours assessing your seriousness.

“Don’t joke. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t considered it.” His voice is half sarcastic, but you can hear the honest undertone. "They would fit."

“You would make an amazing dad.” You lean more against him, and he wraps his arm around you. “Doing it four at a time might be a bit overwhelming, but not completely undoable.”

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bteezxyewriter12 · 10 months ago

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Strictly for Warmth

Pairing- Yunho x Named Reader

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Includes- Oral, pussy eating, cum eating, sorry talk, rough sex, missionary, cock riding, squirting, tummy bulge, multiple orgasms, fluff

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J POV

"You have got to be kidding me!", I shriek when the TV turns off right at the good part of the movie

I grab the remote, hoping I just ignored the pop up telling me the TV will shut off in a minute due to inactivity

I still can't figure out how to turn that setting off

I press the power button

And nothing

What?

I try again and it's still off

For crying out loud

"Yunho turn the light on", I tell my best friend, figuring that I can't see the power button

It is dark in here so that may be it

"Yunho!", I whine

"I'm trying but...the powers off"

"What?"

Picking up my phone, I turn the flashlight on and shine it to him

He's by the light switch, flicking it up and down, the light still off

Oh balls

"I think the power is out"

Just great

Getting up, I go to the fridge and open it

No light turning on

"I'll check the other rooms", Yunho says and he disappears

Figures the one time Yunho gets a break from ATEEZ and we finally hang out the power goes out

He comes back into the room, looking at his phone

"Well?", I ask

"No power in any room", he says, "And there seems to be a blizzard happening outside"

"No fucking way", I exclaim, rushing to the windows of my living room and pulling back the curtains

We had them closed for the movie

Heavy snow is plummeting from the sky

The fuck is this?

We were supposed to get some snow, not a blizzard

"Half of Seoul is out of power", he says, reading from his phone, "Everyone is being told to stay inside"

"Looks like you're sleeping over", I tell him as I gaze out the window

"Guess so", he answers

Not a big deal

He's slept over plenty of times before

And like plenty of times, I have a mini heart attack, hoping something happens between us but it never does

Unfortunately my heart keeps hoping

"Do you have blankets?", he asks

I scoff, "Of course I have blankets"

"Enough for you to sleep in your room and me to sleep out here?"

Well shit, I hope so

If not he can take the blankets and I can layer up

He has no clothes here other than a few pj pants and tshirts

"I'll check"

I should have enough

My mom made sure I have more than enough blankets and sheets when I told her I was moving out

I even have Disney comforters from when I was a kid

Opening the linen closet, I grab three comforters for him so he can make a little tent on the couch

Which leaves me with one extra for me to add to the one on my bed

Layering up it is

"Here", I tell him, putting the comforters on the couch

"Ariel?", he asks, his eyebrow raised, looking at the little mermaid comforter

"It's either that or freeze", I glare, "Your choice"

"No I'm ok with Ariel", he laughs, starting to unfold the blankets and set them up on the couch

"You going to sleep now?", I ask

He looks over at me his eyebrow raised, "Jo, it's 2:30 in the morning. I was gonna leave when the movie was over"

Its really that late?

I had no idea

I'm not tired but I'm not going to force him to stay up

"Oh, well ok. I'll just go to my room", I tell him

He nods, "Ok. Goodnight"

"Night", I say, then head to my room to pile on the clothes as it's already getting chilly

--------------------------------

I shiver in my bed, wrapping the blankets tighter around me

It's not helping

The cold is a bone chilling cold, settling in my body

I have on two pants, three shirts, two pairs of socks, a fleece hoodie and the blankets

It's frigid

I'm always cold as it is, now its just unbearable

I wonder how Yunho's doing

If he's cold

Or if he's passed out and not feeling anything

My body shakes from the cold again, pissing me off

Every time I feel like I'm about to fall asleep, I shake awake

It's annoying

And I hate being cold

A knock on my door has me sitting up in my bed, "Yeah?"

The door opens, Yunho walking in

"I'm fucking freezing"

"You and me both"

"You're cold too?", he asks, holding onto the blanket he had wrapped around him

"Yeah"

He nods, "Ok well, I have an idea on how to keep warm"

Well then I'm all for it as long as it stops me from shivering

"What is it?"

"Well....sharing body heat could help keep us warm", he says

Body heat?

"Meaning?", I ask, wondering where he's going with this

He sighs, "Cuddling. Under the blankets"

Cuddling?

He wants to cuddle?

I want to so bad but I'm afraid that I'm going to act like such a loser

"You....wanna do that?", I ask softly

"Strictly for warmth", he says quickly

My heart falls

Of course just to be warm

There's a blizzard outside, it's bitter cold and the power is out

What else did I expect?

"Jo?", he asks

"Uh yeah ok", I answer, giving in

I mean I'm freezing so I guess it's killing two birds with one stone

We'll both be warm and just I'll be disappointed

"Great", he says, hurrying to the bed

He throws the blanket he has on the bed and gets in next to me

I pull the blankets over us as he turns to me

A blast of coldness hits my body when his feet touch the skin of my leg under my pants leg

"What the fuck!", I shriek, pulling my leg away, "Why are your feet so cold? Why aren't you wearing socks?"

"I can't sleep in socks", he says, "You know that"

"Yeah but you could make an exception in a blizzard with no heat!"

"I can't. Just warm me up"

"No!"

"Jo!", he whines, his arm moving around me and pulling me against him, "I'm cold"

"Put socks on!"

"No!"

His body wraps around me like a koala, his feet in between my socked ones

I can even feel the coldness through the socks

It's insane

How does he not have frostbite?

"Cuddle me", he whines

Oh right

Moving my arms around him, I bury my face in his neck, smelling his skin, his scent so good

He's so big, I feel engulfed in him

And it may just be my dumb brain but I feel warmer already

His hand moves down to my lower back, pushing me right into him, his solid body against mine

I feel him shiver slightly so I tighten my arm around his body, moving my head back from him neck

His moves, his forehead leaning against mine, his breath against my lips, the warmth between us increasing even more

I'm acutely aware of every one of his and my limbs, of everywhere our bodies are touching

And I'm trying to ignore how good it feels to be in his arms

How right it feels

This is just for warmth

I keep my eyes shut tight, not wanting to be caught staring at him when we're so close

I'm trying to clear my mind when I feel the slight pressure against my lips

My eyes snap open just as he pulls his head back slightly

Did he...kiss me?

"Sorry", he says softly, his eyes avoiding mine, "I just....sorry"

He did kiss me

Without thinking, I move forward, pressing my lips to his in a kiss

I'm surprised at how eagerly he kisses me back and how his kiss makes my head spin out of control

His tongue licks my lip and I open my mouth for him

His tongue presses against mine, feeling so good, a moan escaping my lips

He groans, kissing me harder, his arms locking around me, his body pressing into mine as much as he can

I move one arm around his neck, sliding my fingers in his soft hair, kissing him desperately, not wanting this to end

Not wanting him to realize what he's doing and say it's a mistake

I don't think I could handle that

One of his big hands moves down my back on to my ass, pushing me against him

And I feel something bulging in his pants

Oh my god, did I do that to him?

His hips move, grinding into me and I follow his movements seamlessly

He feels so fucking big, turning me on

"Should I stop?", he groans between kisses, "If you want me to stop, tell me and I will"

Not a chance in hell

"No", I murmur, "Don't stop"

"Are you sure?"

I nod, "Yes", then press my lips against his again

He sits up pulling me up with him, his hands moving to my fleece hoodie, unzipping it, pushing it off

I shiver a little but not from the cold

"I'll keep you warm jagi", he murmurs, pulling up one of my shirts and taking it off

He leans closer, his mouth against my neck, kissing me softly, my brain going haywire

I never thought this would happen in a million years

Never

He takes my second shirt off, looking at the last one remaining on me

"How many fucking shirts do you have on?", he growls

"I was freezing!", I protest

"You're not going to be freezing when I get through with you", he states, taking my last shirt off

He pushes me gently back on the bed, his eyes roaming everywhere

"I fucking knew you were this hot", he says, his hands touching me, groping my boobs, his fingers sending fire racing through my skin

He leans down, his lips on the skin between my boobs, kissing his way towards my right boob

"I knew you were this beautiful. I mean fuck, I have eyes, I see how stunning your face is jagi and I knew your body would match", he murmurs

I gape at his words, wondering if he knows what he's saying to me

His mouth reaches my nipple, taking it in and sucking softly on it

I moan loudly, my panties flooded with juice

He switches to my other nipple, sucking harshly as his hand moves into my pants and panties

His fingers run against my cunt, my body shivering against him as he touches me

"So fucking wet", he whimpers, "Did I make you this wet?"

I nod, whining out a yes

His head lifts up, his lips crashing into mine, kissing me wildly

I move my hands under his shirt as I kiss him, his skin hot and smooth

Running my hands up his back, I pull his shirt up, feeling his skin trembling under my touch

His arms move through the shirt's sleeves, breaking the kiss only so I can get it off his head, then his mouth is against mine again

My hands have a mind of their own as I push down his pants and boxers, desperate to feel him

With a groan he breaks the kiss, sitting up and pulling his clothes down and off

I sit up slightly, my eyes on his cock

His massively hard fat cock

Holy mother of God

That's....I haven't even seen a cock that big even in porn

Jesus

It's like he doesn't even notice I'm staring, he's too busy pulling my pants and panties down, taking them off and throwing them across the room

He lifts my foot, pulling my socks off, then does the same with the other foot, throwing them off the bed, "Stupid socks"

"Hey!"

"Oh shush", he says, opening my legs, "All I want to hear from you are moans"

I can definitely do that

He disappears under the covers and in the next second, I feel his tongue run along my pussy

"Oh god", I moan, pleasure hitting me hard as his tongue moves up and down repeatedly

I hear him moan from under the blankets, his tongue swirling all over me

"Yunnie fuck", I cry

I lift the covers so I can see him, just in time to catch his tongue lick over my clit

My body shivers on its own, his tongue feeling so good

His tongue stays against my clit, licking and flicking quickly, making my pussy soaking wet

He pushes one finger in my cunt, my pussy immediately clenching on it

"Fuck, so tight", he groans, moving his finger in and out

I can't stop watching him, amazing that my best friend knows how to eat pussy so well

He adds another finger, stretching me more as he moves

"Yunho", I whine, his eyes moving up and watching me

God this is so hot

His fingers rub against my spot, my body arching on its own as bliss sparks along my spine

"There it is", he smirks, making sure his fingers hit that area each time he shoves them in

I can't, he's so fucking hot, I can't believe it's finally directed at me

His eyes stay on mine as his mouth wraps around my clit, softly sucking

"Oh my god", I moan, my head lolling back, my eyes closing as the pleasure runs through my veins

God, his mouth is amazing

"Uh-uh, eyes on me baby", he demands, sucking on my clit hard

I snap my eyes open, immediately looking back at him

"Watch me eat your pretty cunt baby"

"Fuck Yunnie", I whimper, watching him

"Good girl", he says, his fingers moving hard and fast, "Keep your eyes on me"

I do, watching him suck my clit back in his mouth, playing

I'm in so much bliss, my body trembling as he brings me closer and closer

He adds a third finger and I feel stretched to the max

"Mm pussy throbbing so hard jagi", he teases, "Can't wait to feel this cunt around my cock"

Jesus Christ, I had no idea Yunho did the dirty talking thing so well

He's turning me on so much

"First you have to cum in my mouth, then I'll fill you with cock", he says, making me gasp, "Got it?"

I bite my lip nodding

"Good girl", he praises, beginning to suck on my clit again

My god, I had no idea I'd love hearing him call me his good girl

I want to be his good girl, I want to do whatever he wants

Fuck, I'm such a slut for him

He slurps hard around my clit, my hand sliding in his hair and pulling as he sucks and finger fucks me into an orgasm

"Yunho!", I cry, bliss tidal waving over me as I try so hard to keep my eyes open and on him

He's watching me and I want to be a good girl and listen

As I cum, he pulls his fingers out, making me feel empty

But I don't feel that for too long as his tongue slips inside my pussy

"Oh my god!", I shout, clenching around his tongue hard

He pulls it out moaning, "Fuck baby, you taste so fucking good"

What?

I can't think as his tongue thrusts back in, licking, his mouth sucking and swallowing on my pussy

"So fucking good. Taste so fucking sweet. Fuck, I love it", he groans

It registers that he likes how my cum tastes and I'm floored

He's such a turn on, its insane

As soon as I finish, he's on top of me, kissing me hard, his tongue against mine

Throwing my arms around his neck, I kiss him back, knowing that now that I've had his kisses, I can't ever go without them

He moves his hips, his cock at my entrance, whispering a "please" in between kisses

I nod and in the next instant his head is pushing inside me

"Oh fuck!", I cry, breaking the kiss, my head pushing back into the pillow, my body arching as pleasure washes over me with every inch he moves in

He's so unbelievably thick, stretching me to the max but it feels so good feeling him slide in

"Yes baby. Open for me", he murmurs against my neck, his hand moving down, rubbing my clit as he pushes inside, "Get wet for me baby, soak my cock, fuck, this tight pussy feels so good, I need to be all inside"

I get wetter with each passing inch, my pussy enveloping his cock eagerly

God, he's so fucking huge

"Oh god yes, tight. So tight. Fuck. Take me jagi", he moans, his body shaking on top of me, "Take my whole cock. Need to be buried inside your pussy. Please take me baby"

My body shakes in bliss and I can't believe how good it feels just to get him in

He bottoms out, pressing his hips right against mine, my pussy throbbing around his massive cock

He fills me to the brim with no extra room to spare, his cock the deepest anyone has ever gotten

"So good, so good, so good", he chants, his body trembling against mine

I wrap my arms around him, my hands against his back, feeling his skin shake

"Wanna fuck you. Can I fuck you? Please?"

"Yeah Yunnie. Please baby"

He whines in my neck as his hips move back, the drag of his cock sliding out sending shivers up my spine

His hips snap forward, burying in me in one shot, pleasure crashing into my body as I call his name

"Yes jagi", he groans, his hips moving impossibly fast, fucking my pussy wide open, impaling me on his fat hard cock, "Moan my name. Whine my name. Fuck, wanna hear you"

"Yunho", I whimper, unbelievable bliss taking over every cell of my body as his cock works my pussy perfectly

My hands slide up and down his back, feeling his hard muscle move as he fucks me into the bed

His hands move to either side of my head, pounding in so hard, the sound of our skin hitting each others pretty and deafening

"My god you feel so fucking good", he whines, his pelvis rubbing against my clit with each move he makes, "So tight baby. Clenching and throbbing so fucking good. Never been inside a pussy so good before"

Yeah well I never had a cock like his

Massive, fat, stretching me to the max, hitting my spot with every thrust

I have absolutely never came from just sex alone but I know Yunho can make me

I literally feel myself getting closer with each slam in

"Do I feel good?", he asks, "Am I fucking you good?"

"Yes Yunnie, shit. You're doing so good baby", I moan, my body so hot and sweaty

He wasn't kidding when he said he'd keep me warm

"Good baby", he murmurs, sitting up on his knees

He throws the covers off us, pushing my legs to my chest, his hips snapping repeatedly, his cock plunging into me at an incredible speed

"Fuck, you're sweating", he murmurs, leaning down, his tongue running from in between my boobs up to my neck, shivers running up my spine as I moan softly

He's covered in sweat too, a sheen of it glowing on his skin, his hair soaked and sticking to his forehead

His eyes look down at where we meet, biting his lip as he watches

"Fuck, your pussy swallows my cock so good baby. Takes all of me", he murmurs, "Leaving such a creamy mess all over. So pretty"

"Yunnie", I whine, his words turning me on even more

"Puffy lips wrapped so snugly around my cock, tiny hole straining, swollen clit throbbing so hard. Beautiful tiny pussy taking my cock"

"Mmmm", I cry, "Want all your cock Yunnie. So fucking big, fills me so good"

"Yes jagi", he growls, "My cock is yours. Just yours. Belongs inside your pretty cunt"

I nod, lost in the pleasure, lost in him, so close, "My pussy belongs around your cock Yunnie"

"Yes baby, you do", he cries, slamming hard into my spot, sending me head first into an earth shattering orgasm

"Yunho! Yunho!", I scream, my body arching and shaking uncontrollably as pure bliss washes over me again and again

"Fuck!", he yells, his hips fucking me though my orgasm

I can't, I haven't felt pleasure like this before

It's so intense, taking over every single atom in my body

He doesn't stop moving even when I finish

"Cum again", he murmurs, wrapping my legs around his waist, his hips not missing a stroke as he moves on top of me, "Wanna make you cum again and again. Wanna make you remember me, make you want me again"

I definitely won't forget him

How could I when he's all I ever loved?

His arm moves around my waist, holding me against him, his lips pressing against my neck

"Yunnie, don't stop", I moan, the bliss just as intense as before, "Want you so much"

"Won't stop jagi. Won't stop", he assures me, his free hand moving between us, pressing into my clit and rubbing hard

I cry out, my pussy squirting around his cock a little, the pleasure amping up

"Mmmm hmmm, gonna fuck you all night", he moans, his cock jackhammering right into my spot, my mind starting to turn off, "Keep you warm all night jagi. Stay in your tiny cunt all night. Make you cum for me, make you squirt for me"

"Promise?", I ask, wanting nothing more than that

"I promise baby", he assures me, "I promise I'll stay hard for you Jo. Fuck, I have no problems getting hard around you"

Wait what?

What is he saying?

"You turn me on so much baby. All the fucking time and it's driving me crazy"

He's one to talk

I have to go to his photo shoots and see him acting all sexy or go to one of his performances and see him act like the sex god he is on stage

My panties are soaked every time I'm around him and he has no idea

His pace increases, slamming into me harder, my pussy pulsing uncontrollably around him

"Fuck, your pussy is so loud for me", he moans, each thrust making me wetter and wetter, making the wet squelching sound louder and louder, "Do you hear how loud your wet cunt is for my cock? Just for mine?"

I nod, my nails digging into his upper arms, holding on as he fucks the life from me, my head in the fucking clouds, "Yes Yunnie"

"Fuck, pussy's gonna cum", he whines, his fingers playing with my clit faster as his thrusts somehow increase

How he's moving this fast, I don't fucking know but I'm so glad for it

"Cum for me", he groans, his voice throwing me over the edge

Ecstacy hits me hard and it feels like my body is floating as I squirt around him

"Yunho", I cry, stars blinding me as I cling onto him

"Yes fuck, yes squirt for me", he murmurs, not stopping any movements, "Good girl, jagi. You're such a good girl"

I don't know if I'm making any sounds, I don't know which way is up, all I know is I am in all consuming pleasure

And I love it

As I come down from the bliss, I feel Yunho's kisses against my cheek, my jaw, his moans of my name and how good I feel filling my ears

I relax against him, squeezing around his cock

He still hard

He needs to cum

And I want his cum filling me up, I want him to feel the same mind shattering pleasure he's giving me

And I'm going to make sure he gets it

He rolls us over, keeping his cock inside me, begging, "Ride me. Please"

I nod, pushing my tiredness away and sitting up, my hips moving on their own right away, bouncing up and down his thick dick

I'm so fucking drenched, it's incredibly easy to take him over and over

"Yes fuck. Don't stop", he pants, his sweaty hair sticking to his forehead, "Feels so good. Fuck"

As I ride him, I watch him, getting more and more turned on by him

His body is on display for me and I'm amazed at the shape my best friend is in

Muscular chest that is covered in sweat, muscular arms and fucking abs sculpted into his stomach

His gorgeous face is in pleasure, his mouth slightly open as he breaths heavily, his eyes roaming my body as I move on him

"So pretty", he says, his hands touching every part of my body, "So fucking beautiful. My god, I've always wanted you"

"Fuck", I moan, bouncing harder, his cock splitting my pussy wide open, ecstacy taking over

"Fuck, you look so good riding me. That little pussy taking my big cock so good", he whines, his fingers digging into my hips, "Creaming my cock so much. I knew you'd cream me like this. I don't know how, I just knew"

"You feel so good Yunnie", I moan, grinding on his head every time I take him back inside me, clenching down on him as tightly as I can

I'm in so much pleasure, tears falling down my face as I keep moving

"Wanted to see this for so long. Those boobs bouncing for me. Crying on my cock like you are now. My cock so deep inside you it makes your tummy bulge"

His hand moves to my lower stomach, feeling his cock inside me as I ride him

"Fuck, your pussy just swallows my cock, like you can't get enough", he murmurs, "You can't get enough. Right?"

I nod, "Right baby. I can't get enough. Didn't I cum for you so many times already?"

He nods, his eyes on mine, "You did. But I want more"

"More?", I tease

Goddamn, I'm so fucking hot, sweat running down my body and my hair soaking wet

But I'm so not stopping

He feels too good

"More jagi. Please"

"Don't you wanna cum?", I ask, feeling his cock throb inside me

"I can wait", he nods, "But I wanna cum in your pussy. Please, can I?"

"Is that what you really want?", I tease, leaning over him, my hands on his chest, the sound of our skin hitting each other's so loud

"Yes, fuck. Wanted to fill your pussy for so long. Feel your cunt suck all my cum out. Know that your pussy is full of my cum, dripping out my cum", he pants, "Fuck, want it so bad"

"Mmm baby, that's exactly what I want too", I tell him, smirking when he gapes at me

"You do?"

I nod

He's sprinkled in some of how he feels this whole time now it's my turn

"I wanted you for so long Yunnie. Wanted to bounce on this cock, wanted these hands all over me, wanting these lips against mine", I say softly, running my fingers on his lips

Leaning over him, I move my hand next to his head, my other hand running in his hair, still bouncing on him as hard as I can

"You do?", he asks shyly, shock in his face

"Yeah baby. You think the only one who's always turned on when you're around me? Try having your panties soaked and sticking to you every time I see you. It's so uncomfortable"

He makes a choking sound that is utterly sexy

"This is exactly what I want, what I fantasized about Yunnie", I whisper, pressing a kiss to his cheek, "So how about after I cum for your dick, you fill my pussy for me?"

He nods, yelling, "Yes. Fuck yes jagi. Yes!"

"Good boy", I murmurs, pressing a quick kiss to his lips, then sitting back up

Leaning back on his legs, I ride him hard and fast, his throbbing cock feeling so good inside me

I let the pleasure of his cock take over me, fucking myself right into an intense orgasm

"Yunho!", I scream, white light blinding me, my arms shaking as I try to keep myself upright

"Joanne fuck!", he screams, his hips moving up, burying deep into me, his pulsing cock exploding, his warm sticky cum filling me up just how I want

"Oh Yunnie, yes", I moan, rocking on his cock, my pussy milking him for every single drop of his cum, "Mmm good boy Yunnie. So good"

His whimpers die down as I slow my movement, his eyes opening, gazing into mine

I smile softly, then climb off him, laying next to him, both of us breathing hard

That was fucking intense

His arms move around me, pulling me closer, holding me tightly against him as he cuddles me

A few minutes pass as we get our breathing under control

I don't know if I should say anything or what to do now

"You're mine now, right?", he asks softly

"Yeah Yunnie", I answer, smiling to myself

"Good", he says, "I love you Jo"

I move my head back, looking up at him in shock

"I always loved you", he says, running his fingers in my hair, "For as long as I could remember. I...I didn't want to ruin our friendship so I didn't say anything. But...it's just...it's been so hard lately, so hard to stay away from you"

"You don't have to", I assure him, gently touching his cheek "Not anymore baby. You're mine and I love you"

He looks so relieved as he smiles at me

"I've always loved you too Yunnie. I didn't want to mess up our friendship either but I'm so glad we did"

He nods, "I'm glad we did too"

I lean to him, kissing him softly, pouring my love into it

He kisses me back, his kiss full of love as well and I'm so happy his love is for me

So utterly happy

When the kiss ends, we snuggle together

"So are you warm?", I ask

He laughs, "Yeah jagi, I'm hot actually"

"Me too", I giggle

"Good", he chuckles, "Remember baby, once you get cold I'm gonna warm you up again. Gonna fuck you all night"

"Hmmm why wait until I'm cold?", I tease

"Think you can handle more?", he teases back

"Oh I definitely can"

He laughs, rolling me on my back as he moves on top of me, his hard cock pressed against my entrance

"We'll see", he murmurs

"Oh we will", I giggle, moving my hands to his hips, pulling him closer, his cock starting to slide inside me

"Remember when you're sore tomorrow and can't walk that you asked for this", he murmurs, kiss lips kissing my neck

Oh I'll remember

"Mmm hmmm but you'll be here to help me right?"

"Always jagi. I'll always be here with you"

"I love you Yunho"

"I love you Jo"

With that he kisses me fiercely as his cock bottoms out inside me, both of us swallowing each other's moans

It's going to be a hot sweaty night

#ateez yunho smut #jeong yunho smut #yunho smut #ateez smut #ateez fanfic #jeong yunho fanfic #yunho fanfic

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justcruisingaroundrevived · 4 months ago

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You're My Coney Island Baby

Summary: Julie headcanons

TW/CWs: None

A/N: Whipped up some headcanons + her relationships with the club. This is a quick thing I did cause I wanted to get it out there before I forgot lol

NAME: Julie (no one really knows her last name)

FAVORITE SHIT: Barbie, Bratz, Rainbow Brite, Strawberry Shortcake, Teen magazines, Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera, Keanu Reeves, Juicy Couture, Lisa Frank, Paris Hilton, Hillary Duff, Romcoms

Moved from Wall Street to Eltingville so her dad could take care of her sick grandma. If you let her, she’ll rant about how sucky it is “living in the forgotten borough” and wishes she was back at the penthouse

Very shy. Like, to the degree where she’ll take a dangerous path back home just to avoid her peers at school.

A HUGE room. Stepping in makes you feel like you’re in a Disney Channel set; animal print bed sheets, shelves upon shelves of dolls she collected (from childhood to actual collector’s item), as long as a toy chest with stuff she still plays with. That’s not even getting into her closet or bookshelves

Speaking of shelves, they’re filled to the brim with those teen magazines. She follows them like the Bible itself. To her, they’re the only source in which she can learn how to be a “normal” teen (this often translates to awkward fashion choices)

Overweight, so shopping is done exclusively through Torrid or those older women stores (IE; Lane Bryant, Avenue). It embarrasses her that she has to shop there for her clothing, but she makes do.

Often carries a Juicy Couture bag with her, containing an IPod, sketchbook, hand cream, pads, loose chapsticks, tickets she can’t let go of, and maybe a hair tie to put her hair in a loose ponytail.

Undiagnosed autism. Her father, while a good man, just thinks she’s “different”. Sure, he’s concerned about why she collects dolls past the age of 10, but still buys them for her cause it’s all she really talks about. She also has tics that are considered “unnerving”, but she usually masks those in order to “fit in”

Dreams of working at Dark Horse. Will often spend her free time drawing comics and pin up poses to “develop her style” (it often just ends up being drawings of her crushes)

Surprisingly socially alright in school. She has her clique of friends (who like similar things to her) and is in mock trial. Other than that, she really sticks to the library or the art room.

Speaking of art (yet again), loves analog photography. It’s sort of a hobby of hers; she’ll take pictures using a camera she purchased, send it to Walgreens and get the final products. If she’s desperate/really proud, she’ll pay for a darkroom to develop prints.

Overall a nice person, once you get past her extreme social awkwardness.

RELATIONSHIP TO THE ELTINGVILLE CLUB

JERRY: They tolerate each other AT BEST. She absolutely hates fantasy/tabletop games, and gets both bored and confused with DnD. That’s a no go for Jerry, so they normally avoid each other.

However, they do well as work partners (if you forced them to). Julie thinks he has potential to be a nice person, until he opens up his mouth, then she says “Oh yeah. That’s why I hate him.” At their worst, they’re not afraid of getting physical with each other (who wins these fights? Flip a coin).

JOSH: HATES HIM. Hates him with her whole being, and the feeling is mutual. She’s often mocked for being “Josh’s twin” due to their similar appearance (Overweight, curly hair, likes nerdy things, recluse) and it absolutely pisses each other off. For Josh, he hates that he’s being compared to a “Preppy Jabba the Hutt”. For Julie, it’s being compared to “An overweight monster you see in those Barbie movies”.

If they see each other in the same room, they’ll have a “stand off” until one of them goes (usually Julie, as she hates confrontation). However, she’s more likely to win the physical altercation, as simply sitting on his chest and wailing him leaves him a crying mess (but he’s better at insults than her). Overall, put them in a “This is our get-along shirt” if you want to see a fight happening between them.

PETE: Who? She just thinks he’s weird because of his love for guts and horror, and Pete doesn’t really pay attention to her.

BILL: She actually met Bill at Joe’s Comic Book shop. She hates to admit this…she did find him cute…like, actually cute, until he opened up his mouth.

Like Josh, they can't stand each other. They’re two sides of the same coin, and will butt heads over everything. Julie’s not afraid of humiliating herself if it means she wins the argument against Bill (goes double for Bill as well).

However, in the deepest corners of her mind, she has a terrible crush on Bill. That sketchbook is filled to the brim of drawings of Bill as Ken and her as Barbie, living in the dream house. She sometimes dreams about them being Trinity and Neo, John and Claire, Cady and Arron. It sickens her, but also leaves her feeling fuzzy and vulnerable, and that alone makes her want to crawl up and become a black hole.

Bill doesn’t feel the same way (just don’t ask him who he dreams about in place of Tasha Yar…or Wonder Woman…or Emma Frost

#eltingville josh #eltingville club #eltingville jerry #eltingville bill #eltingville oc #the eltingville club #welcome to eltingville #jerry stokes #josh levy #bill dickey x oc #bill dickey #pete dinunzio #eltingville pete #self insert #eltingville self insert

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klausysworld · 2 years ago

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Okay, I'm in pain. Braces are not a joke. But hey fuck braces I'm a women and don't need a man, but here I am.

Reader being in her period and Klaud being a good boyfriend and going to the store and buying pads, tampons, chocolate, heating pads, etc.

All fluff, please.

Help, Care, Love

Klaus poked his head round into Y/n’s room cautiously, he had gotten a meltdown of a phone call from her crying that she needed him.

He could’ve panicked that she had been in danger but he had learnt to recognise this specific cry. And he knew what she needed.

So he had made a quick detour to the shops before rushing to her house.

He stepped inside quietly and noticed her bathroom door a little open making his eyes soften. He neared it and pulled the pads and tampons out of the plastic bag before pushing it through the gap and holding it out until he felt her hand brush his as she took it from him.

“Thank you” she sniffed and he smiled softly to himself. He closed the door with a click and went to sit on her bed before noticing the sheets were bloody. He removed her bedding, bringing it to her laundry room and putting them in the washer before grabbing her other set and quickly putting it all on. Making sure the room smelt like fresh linen like he knew she liked and lighting a similar scented candle that he had bought for her and placing it on her dresser.

“Klaus?” She whispered hoarsely through the door and he looked over

“Is something wrong my love?” He asked gently, he could hear her shuffle on her feet and her thickly swallow

“Can you get me some clothes please?” She uttered, embarrassment in her voice.

“Of course” he replied quickly as he grabbed her some joggers and one of the henleys he had left there a little while before. He tapped on the door, prompting her to open it and turned his head away as she took the clothes from him and stepping back when she disappeared again.

He set the back on her side table and pulled out the box of chocolates, placing them on the side of her bed along with a a range of crisp brands, haribo and other snacks he picked up.

Y/n slowly opened the bathroom door and looked up to where Klaus stood waiting patiently for her, his expression softening when he noticed the clothes bundled up in her hands.

“Let me wash those for you angel” he murmured as he took them from her, flashed away and then back to her with clean hands and a loving smile.

Her fingers fiddled together before he moved forward and wrapped his arms around her frame. His hand held the back of her head, pressing her face into his chest and kissing her hair lightly.

“I got you something to eat if you’d like? Ibuprofen is best taken on a full stomach, but you can have your paracetamol now” he told her gently, stroking her hair leisurely. She nodded soundlessly and he leaned back a little to kiss her cheek before leading her back to her bed.

She froze when she looked to her bed, seeing he had already tidied everything for her and sniffed again making him gently stroke her face “Sweetheart? What’s wrong?” He questioned and she shook her head before hugging him tightly making him let out a breath and rubbing her back.

“I love you so much” she whispered and he smiled softly

“I love you so much more…” he murmured back, petting her head lovingly. “Is there anything you would like angel? Can I do anything for you?” He asked wanting to care for her as much as he could.

“I just need you” she whispered and he smiled warmly. He kept his arms around her, hugging her to him and waddling them other to her bed. He sat her up against the headboard, keeping her comfortable and tucking her legs under the covers. He pulls the pillows to support her back and grabbed a tube of pringles, placing them in her lap as he snuggled up to her side and pulled himself closer.

“Netflix..or…?” He trailed as her head dropped to rest against his shoulder

“Disney?” She asked quietly and he hummed, the one time y/n would get away with having him watch anything she wanted.

“If you insist dear” he agreed, a small smile on his lips when she nuzzled closer. He passed her the remote and dug his hand into his pocket to pull out the pain relief he had retrieved for her. He rummaged through the things he had bought her and popped the top off her bottled water. “One now?” He asked as he brought the pill to her mouth, she nodded and accepted. Once consumed he kissed the side of her head and let his hand rest on her lower belly.

“Where’s your heating pad?” He questioned quietly as her face scrunched in pain while she watched her film.

“I forgot to charge it” she whispered, disappointment clear in her tone.

“I’ll put it on charge and get you a hot water bottle instead okay?” He offered, though it wasn’t really a question more of an informative statement. He hurried down the stairs and grabbed the disregarded heating pad, plugged it in and boiled the kettle.

When he came back he found an overly emotional version of his girl as she munched on her chocolate buttons, wiping her tears after witnessing Mufasa’s death.

He couldn’t help the smile that creeped back up on him seeing her so vulnerable and soft.

Klaus slid back under the covers, pulling her close and holding the hot water bottle in place where she needed it, taking pride in her pleasure filled sigh. Her head rest on his shoulder and his head lay on top of hers. Both humming ‘Hakuna matata’, knowing it all to well from the amount of time she had him watch the movie.

The was only one look in the both their eyes. Love. A love so strong that it was all either of them could ever think about. On they never wanted to lose. Something worth living a thousand years.

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fatkish · 1 year ago

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For my request, based on MHA and Disney's Aladdin, can you write a oneshot featuring Aizawa and a male reader with bondage and gags please? In the story, after being inspired by the bondage scene from Aladdin, the reader and Aizawa go to a love hotel to try it out. Aizawa would be the one who'd have his hands and barefeet shackled, his mouth cloth gagged, and would even wear an Aladdin prince costume as part of the set up. You can decide on the intimate acts as long as Aizawa is kept tied up and gagged the whole time. What do you think?

Aizawa x Male Reader NSFW: Pretty Boy

After watching the new Aladdin movie during one of their dates, (y/n) begged Aizawa to let him be the dominant one and have an Aladdin inspired sexual experience. (Y/n) managed to convince and persuade Aizawa into letting (y/n) book a room at a love hotel and they would have their fun there once (y/n) collected all the necessary toys and equipment. He told Aizawa the date they agreed on and told Aizawa to wear a butt plug on the way there so that he’d be somewhat prepared.

The next few days passed as (y/n) made sure to prepare everything, he bought a vibrating cock ring for Aizawa to wear as well as a sexy male belly dancer costume. Then he made a special order for a gag veil to be made for Aizawa to wear. Then (y/n) was able to buy some incense and candles. After buying all the stuff he ordered and putting it together, he informed Aizawa that the room was ready for their arrival at the hotel.

When (y/n) got to the hotel, he paid for a room and make sure to set the mood with lighting, turning the lights of and lighting the candles and incense. (Y/n) then pulled out a Bluetooth speaker and pulled out his phone to play some Arabian music. The room was painted with black walls and had a large four poster bed with red silk sheets. (Y/n) grabbed a towel and laid it down on the bed. As the incense and candles burned, the scents of cinnamon, spiced chai tea, sage and bergamot filled the room.

While Aizawa changed in the bathroom, (y/n) prepared and laid out all the toys and equipment. When Aizawa exited the bathroom, wearing the costume and the gag, (y/n) wolf whistled in appreciation. As Aizawa walked over to (y/n), (y/n) made sure to tie his hands up. (Y/n) then used his foot to spread Aizawa’s ankles and secure a spreader bar to them. After that (y/n) made Aizawa bend over the bed, brushing the cloth skirt aside as he pulled out the plug that Aizawa wore.

After pulling out the plug, (y/n) applied lube to his fingers and pushed them deep into Aizawa’s ass, spreading and scissoring his hole as he fingered Aizawa. (Y/n) then grabbed the vibrating cock ring and slipped it on Aizawa’s cock. Next, (y/n) grabbed the egg vibrator and spread Aizawa’s cheeks, pushing it in and up against Aizawa’s prostate. (Y/n) turned both toys on causing Aizawa to choke and make muffled sounds of surprise. (Y/n) then flipped Aizawa onto his back and began to play with Aizawa’s nipples, pinching and pulling on them while he began to fist Aizawa’s cock.

(Y/n) then turned up the vibrations and began sucking on Aizawa’s nipples. Swirling his tongue around and nipping them.

“Mrph erm” Aizawa groaned as he was panting into the gag as (y/n) gave Aizawa’s cock a firm squeeze. Aizawa began to groan softly and seized as he came.

“You’re doing so well for me, baby. Do you have it in you to give me a few more orgasms?” (y/n) asked as he looked down at Aizawa.

“Mrh hm”

“Good boy”

(Y/n) the grabbed the bottle of lube and poured a bit onto his fingers. He then reached behind him and began to slowly finger himself. He grabbed the vibrator’s remotes and turned the vibrations up higher. Aizawa’s thighs tensed as his back arched in ecstasy. (Y/n) then pulled his fingers out as he poured some lube onto Aizawa’s cock.

“I hope you’re ready, cause I’m going to ride this pretty dick of yours.” You said as he hovered over and carefully sat down on Aizawa’s cock. Aizawa closed his eyes and breathed deeply as (y/n) sunk down on his dick. Once fully seated, (y/n) clenched his inner muscles making Aizawa give a groan. (Y/n) started to bounce slowly, as he looked Aizawa in the eyes. (Y/n) then grabbed the cock ring’s remote and turned it all the way up.

“Erm! Urhmm, ermph rrm hrm” Aizawa cried into the gag, as his thighs tensed. (Y/n) began to speed up him bouncing as Aizawa tried to thrust up into (y/n).

“Are you close?”

“Mmhmm”

(y/n) then turned the egg vibrator up to the max setting causing Aizawa to scream into his gag as he came while (y/n) slammed his hips down and ground down onto Aizawa.

“Do you think, you can give me one more?” (Y/n) looked down at Aizawa as he nodded after taking a moment. (Y/n) then got off of Aizawa and turned him over. (Y/n) then pulled the egg vibrator out, and attached the vibrating nipple clamps to Aizawa. (Y/n) then bent Aizawa over as he grabbed the bottle of lube and poured some out onto Aizawa’s anus. After that, (y/n) pushed three fingers into Aizawa’s ass. (Y/n) then curled his fingers, digging them into Aizawa’s prostate causing him to thrust his hips. After pulling out his fingers, (y/n) then applied lube to his own dick.

“Last one pretty boy, you ready?”

“Mrph” Aizawa nodded as he looked back at (y/n).

(Y/n) then slowly pushed in, sink each inch in slowly. But before he fully sheathed himself inside Aizawa, he slowly pulled back out till his head was the only part left. (Y/n) the grabbed Aizawa’s hips and pulled him back onto his cock.

“Erm!”

(Y/n) began to thrust into Aizawa at a moderate pace. Reaching down between Aizawa’s thighs to give his balls some attention. As (y/n) thrusted, he palmed at Aizawa’s balls, gently squeezing and rolling them in his hand. After a moment (y/n) increased his pace, speeding up and pushed Aizawa down face first into the bed.

“Oh, baby, you feel so good squeezing me like this. You’re so tight and hot, I don’t think I can last long.”

“Ersh erm mer ert!”

Aizawa shouted into his gag as (y/n) pounded into him, hitting his prostate with every single thrust due to the new angle. After a few more minutes, (y/n) came with a shout, hunching over Aizawa’s back and gripping his hips. Aizawa then came a final time as his spend shot out onto the towel beneath him.

After a few moments, (y/n) turned the toys off and removed them. He then released Aizawa’s restraints and let him remove the spreader bar. After cleaning and putting the toys and equipment away, (y/n) came over to Aizawa with a damp warm towel and cleaned him up. (Y/n) then picked up the towel off the bed and set it aside in the bathroom.

“Thank you so much for indulging me on this baby.” (Y/n) whispered into Aizawa’s ear as he gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“Next time, I’m tying you up and edging you. I’m going to make you cum and milk your prostate, see how you like it” Aizawa threatened as he closed his eyes and relaxed his sore body.

“Sounds like fun, rest now love, I booked the room for the whole day and night so you can sleep and I’ll be back with food when you wake up”

(Sorry this took so long @princeasimdiya12, I haven’t finished the drawing yet so I’ll add it once I’ve finished it. I hope you enjoyed this, it’s kinda my first time writing something like this so I hope it’s good)

#mha x reader #bnha x reader #aizawa x reader #aizawa shouta #mha aizawa #shouta aizawa x reader #aizawa x reader smut #aizawa x male reader #aizawa shouta x reader #shouta aizawa #aizawa x y/n #bnha aizawa

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ncityprincess · 2 years ago

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And don’t you forget it

Pairing: bf taeyong x single mom reader ft. asshole johnny

Plot: blah blah blah this is just fiction I don’t know these people. Johnny is not very nice in this and he may bring up some abandonment wounds so proceed with caution 🫶🏾

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

“Yeah sorry babe, something…came up” Johnny slurred with a dazed chuckle. Here you were, up way earlier than usual getting your 5 year old daughter ready for her day with her incompetent daddy, and he couldn’t even be bothered to give you a heads up before he cancelled. Again.

“Yeah I can see that John” you sighed, running out of the little patience you had left. You could tell he was lying in bed with whichever chick he picked up last night. “You know, being hungover on a Tuesday isn’t a good look. And neither is flaking on your daughter for the umpteenth time in a row.” You were ready to tell him off even more, but you were interrupted by a woman’s cartoonishly seductive voice.

“Johnnyyy baby, come play with me again.” A woman with a thin sheet wrapped around her body came into the frame and leaned down to press sensual kisses into Johnny’s neck. He groaned obnoxiously, making you roll your eyes. “In a minute, doll” he purred.

“Ugh, you’re such a joke. You know, Kaylee is going to kindergarten this year. She’s not dumb John, she’s gonna grow up to resent you for abandoning her like this.” Your voice kept getting louder and louder in the echoey bathroom. You had dealt with his carelessness for far too long.

“Look I’m sorry ok?” He said nonchalantly. “Let’s just try again next week. Gotta go, give Kaylee a kiss for me, will ya?”

“FUCK YOU” You shrieked, and hung up the FaceTime call before slamming your phone onto the bathroom counter. You could feel the hot tears forming in your eyes already. Once again, your child’s father had made all these extravagant plans for your daughter, just for him to not follow through.

A faint knock on the en-suite bathroom door made the shame of the situation set in even more for you. You took a deep breath and let out a defeated “come in.” It was Taeyong, your current boyfriend and first relationship after having your daughter and separating from Johnny.

Even in your state of frustration, you were able to admire how beautiful he looked with his messy bed head and navy blue boxers hanging dangerously low on his lean hips.

Your relationship with johnny all came to a head when he had made the final screw up that made you gain the courage to break up with him. He missed Kaylee’s 3rd birthday party because he was out doing his usual routine of getting hammered, and ended up getting into a bar fight for one reason or another. he had to spend the rest of the night sobering up at the local jailhouse, thus missing his baby girl blow out her candles.

After spending the better part of a year beating yourself up over your break up and blaming yourself for Kaylee not having a good father in her life, you decided enough was enough. Johnny needed to figure his own shit out, and do his own healing. His demons have nothing to do with you or your daughter, and it wasn’t your job to fix him. You made the decision to try the co-parenting thing, but it was easier said than done.

On one spring day, Taeyong had approached you at a cafe to tell you how beautiful you looked in your yellow dress. You couldn’t even look him in the eye, too embarrassed to receive such a compliment. It was the first time you had actually felt seen that way in a while. From there, your relationship flowed like water. Everything just came naturally for the two of you. Kaylee absolutely adored Taeyong, and he loved to spend quality time with her. He would take the three of you to see the latest Disney movie, go to the water park, and treat you to ice cream dates. Everything just felt. Natural.

But of course, the great co-parenting dilemma always lingered.

“Hey” he greeted with a softly with a small, gentle smile.

“I hate him Tae. I hate him so much!” By now the dam had broke, and the tears started flowing. Taeyong immediately embraced you and rubbed your back soothingly.

“My love…” he cooed, but let you continue.

“Why does he get to keep doing this to us? To her? He—he doesn’t even care that he’s hurting Kaylee. And once again, I’m left to break the news that her father doesn’t want to see her.” You sobbed.

This song and dance of johnny attempting to be a father had gone on for far too long. When you were pregnant, you were convinced the three of you were going to be a happy little family forever, but once Kaylee was born, Johnny had changed. A lot. He partied till 4 am, came home plastered, and did the same thing all over again the next day. You were the only one getting up at all hours of the night to feed your daughter and change her. You were cooking all the meals and cleaning the house. You were there to pick up the pieces when Johnny messed things up. You felt like a single parent in your own home. After three years of failing to be a good father to Kaylee, you made the decision to break up with him and asked him to move out of your house.

“He’s a coward. Any man that can’t take responsibility for their child is immature and selfish. We’ll figure this out together baby.” Taeyong held you for a few more moments and pulled away to cradle your face in his warm hands. You looked up at him through tear-stained lashes. His eyes held so much sincerity and reassurance.

“The day doesn’t have to be totally ruined. How about the three of us go to the Zoo! They just opened up that new butterfly exhibit, those are Kaylee’s favorites.”

You sniffled, making taeyong’s heart swell. “Yeah?”

“Of course.” He said softly. Taeyong wiped the last few straggler tears that were left on your cheeks. “You’re too good to me, Tae” you whined. “Nonsense, nothings to good for you, my love. As long as I’m around, you and Kaylee’s happiness are my top priority.”

He leaned down to press a soft kiss against your lips. Taeyong’s kindness was one of the things that drew you to him the most. He was so selfless and never made you feel bad about being a single parent. The overwhelming love you had for him made you fall deeper into the kiss. You wanted to forget all about this situation with your ex.

After a few moments of passionate kissing, taeyong gently grabbed your hand and guided you back into the main bedroom. He stopped right in front of your full length mirror. Taeyong stepped behind you and ran his hands up and down your sides. “Look love, look at yourself in the mirror. Aren’t you so beautiful?” He whispered into your ear.

You cast your timid gaze into your own reflection, noting taeyong’s hungry eyes staring into yours through the mirror. You could feel the front of his body pressed against your ass. You felt yourself getting damp at the sensation of taeyong’s morning wood. You quickly looked down at your feet, the intimate sight in front of you was too much to handle. “Tae come on…”

“Ah ah ah, say you’re pretty. Tell me how pretty you are.” he raised your head back up with gentle fingers and looked down at you. He pressed slow, intentional kisses into your neck, making your eyes roll back.

“I’m—I’m pretty” you finally breathed out.

“Yes *kiss* you *kiss* are *kiss*”

Your legs felt like jelly. If it wasn’t for taeyong’s strong arms wrapped around you, you surely would have melted onto the floor. His one hand snaked up the front of your body, past your tank top covered breasts and settled around your neck. His piercing eyes met yours in the mirror once again “and don’t you forget it.”

Taeyong pulled your tank top off of your body, cursing when he saw your bare breasts. He played with your nipples, admiring the way your ass started to grind against his stiff dick.

“Mmm, I want you” You moaned out. Taeyong guided you onto the bed and laid you on your back. “I’m all yours, my love.” He pulled off both of your bottoms and stroked himself a few times. You both moaned once he finally entered you. The delicious stretch of his cock got rid of whatever lingering thoughts of johnny you had in your mind.

Taeyong wrapped your legs around his hips and picked up the pace. He caressed the side of your face, smiling down at you. “You feel so good baby” he grunted. You loved how gentle and sweet he was being, but you needed something a little different in this moment.

“Tae…pound me, please?” You begged. Taeyong slowed his movements and a smirk grew on his face. “Anything for you, my love”. Before you knew it, you were flipped over and placed on all fours. Taeyong slammed back inside of you, making you cry out.

“Fuckkkk just like that!” You grabbed onto your headboard for dear life, partially to stop it from banging against the wall. Kaylee was only a few doors down.

Taeyong let out a guttural groan, loving the way your walls squeezed his dick. He had a vice grip on your hips, pounding his lower body into yours. “Shit, feels so good baby. You’re so wet.” Your arousal was dripping all over your thighs and his dick, making it nice and easy for Taeyong to piston in and out of you. The obscene noises of pleasure and skin on skin caught up to you, and you were ready to burst any second now.

“Baby I’m gonna cum” you whined, toes curling in preparation for your orgasm. Taeyong reached around to play with your clit, rubbing it in small, tight circles. You couldn’t hold on anymore, and allowed your high to wash over you.

“Oh good girl, I’m right behind you baby” Taeyong praised. He sloppily thrusted into you a few more times before blowing his load inside of you. You whined at the overstimulating feeling, enjoying the sound of taeyong riding out his own high.

He finally pulled out of you, and you both collapsed onto the bed side by side. You caught your breath, and turned to face him. He was already staring at you with sleepy, satisfied eyes. “I love you Tae, thank you. For everything.”

Taeyong caressed your hip. “I love you more baby. Now, let’s go see where Kaylee wants to eat for breakfast before we go to the zoo!”

The end ❤️

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plutodexay · 9 months ago

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Birthday date!

Happy Birthday to someone who unexpectedly became one of my closest friends and my Josh supplier @softie-rain. Hope you enjoy this Sejanus date night!

uses the alt prompt 4 from @flufftober "I hate it" "No you don't"

He started all of it from the moment your eyes opened, much later than you had anticipated. The first thing you saw was Sejanus' wide smile with a bouquet of paper flowers that he made, and you could tell by the copious amount of Band-Aids lining his hands.

"Are you okay?" You mumbled out, reaching for his hands.

"More than! Its your birthday!" He giggled at the end, grabbing your hands and pressing kisses into the back of them both. "Made these for you love."

Sejanus was practically shaking the bed with the bubbled up excitement as he reached over towards the flowers. He aggressively pushed them towards you with giggles as you sat up against the headboard. He started to bounce back and forth at your yawned out acceptance. You were only given a minute to appreciate the gesture before tugging you out of bed with a promise of surprises to come.

It wasn't until the sun started to set that you finally had a calm moment with him, all the adventures of the day making your muscles ache in the best way. Sejanus lead you over a hill, allowing the both of you to take in the dark orange and red skies surrounding you before you turned your attention to the surprise the day had been leading towards.

"Ta da!" He yelled, pointing towards the mess of sheets adorning the grass.

"Picnic?" You mumbled, walking closer to what seemingly just looked like a mess.

"What? No can't you see the- oh shit wait!" Sejanus rushed towards one of the sheets, almost getting himself helplessly tangled in it before throwing it over a wire you hadn't seen. "Screen! Projector!" He rushed out, pointing to the machine behind you pointed directly at the white sheet.

Sejanus pulled you closer, making you look at the multitude of blankets and pillows in front of you on the ground. He sat down on the pile, causing you to follow suit. It didn't take long for him to pull you into him, allowing you to have a moment of quiet with the only noises being the wind and his rushing heart.

"So?"

"I hate it." You mumbled, trying to hide the wide smile burning into your face.

"No you don't." He whispered back, pressing a kiss into the top of your head

"I totally do, what are we even gonna watch?" Sarcasm heavy in your tone.

His arms left you for a moment causing you to whine making him laugh. He reached towards the bag he placed down moments before, and pulled out a laptop, setting it on his lap but pointed towards you so you could see all the contents.

"I've got bootlegs, Hulu, and Disney +, your choice sweetheart."

"Okay so maybe I don't hate it."

Queued 9/15/24

#flufftober2024 #alt4 #tbosas #sejanus plinth x reader #sejanus x reader #sejanus plinth #sejanus plinth fluff #sejanus plinth x you #sejanus plinth fanfiction #sejanus x you #tbosas fic #tbosas fanfiction #tbosas x reader #hungergames fluff #hunger games fluff #writing

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yourstreetserenade · 2 months ago

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I just had the most brilliant and horrifying idea for a fanfic while I was rewatching a Jenny Nicholson video. Imagine an au where Quinn sets Santana and Brittany up on a blind date. Sparks fly. At the end of their date Brittany is obvious about wanting to sex Santana up and Santana is like yes please. But because Santana's place is closer they go to her apartment.

Sexy things go down but in the aftermath it's clearly more than just a one night stand for both of them. Their chemistry is like whoa even when their clothes are on. It's awesome. But a couple of weeks into seeing each other Santana makes a horrifying discovery when she visits Brittany's place for the first time.

Brittany is a Disney adult and her place is a shrine to everything Disney. Her bathroom has a Little Mermaid theme, her dinner ware has Mickey all over it, the throw blanket they snuggle with during movie night has Stitch all over it and when they go to bed, Brittany brushes her teeth with a Goofy toothbrush.

It's A LOT. Santana is willing to look past things and see where their relationship goes just because their chemistry is so off the charts with each other. But it's still a struggle because what the fuck. Brittany is awesome and funny and clever but holy shit Santana isn't sure if she can sleep on vintage Beauty and the Beast sheets for the rest of her life.

It'd be about Santana comically struggling to enjoy Brittany's deep love for the house of mouse, because she's worth it. Near the end she even forms an appreciation when she realizes that Brittany thinks their love story feels like a classic sweeping Disney love story. All romantic and magical like.

Lots of gooey heart stuff. The end. I'm not even a Disney fan but I kinda want to write this because I want to see Santana freak out so bad when she realizes Brittany's apartment looks like a Disney gift shop.

#brittana #santana lopez #brittany s. pierce

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turneradora · 9 months ago

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Here are the press article from the Radio Times magazine.

Thanks again to Emma Jones for the written version ! 🙏🥰

Rutting in Rutshire!

Bouffants, bounders and creaking beds… Jilly Cooper reveals why Rivals is her favourite book (and shares the secret of a happy marriage)

‘Buckets of electric blue eye shadow, heaving shoulder pads atop polka dot and pinstripe suits, haystacks of bouncy hair, kept in place by enough lacquer to fuel a rocket – it feels like I’m back at school getting ready for the end-of-term disco. In fact, I’ve walked onto the set of Rivals, Disney+’s big-budget adaptation of Jilly Cooper’s 1988 bestselling bonkbuster.

We’re inside a huge restaurant in Gloucester, which is doubling up for a posh eaterie in the novel’s fictional Rutshire of 1986. Waiting to make his entrance is Aidan Turner, sporting a moustache to make Tom Selleck proud, in the role of TV chat show host Declan O’Hara. Other names on the call sheet include David Tennant as the cartoonishly named Lord Baddingham, Danny Dyer as big-of-heart, bigger-of-wallet Freddie Jones, and Alex Hassell as the polo player-turned-Tory minister and one-man shagathon, Rupert Campbell-Black. It’s quite the starry cast, but despite all the familiar faces in the room, there is an audible hush upon the arrival of one small, smiling figure through the door – Dame Jilly herself is in the building.

Later, in a quiet corner, she expresses her enthusiasm for the project in exactly the selfeffacing, giggly and gushing style you would expect from the creator of such scrumptious literary – and now TV – fare: “It’s miraculous!” What about the producers? “They’re brilliant, they don’t really need me.” This is clearly not true. With 45 titles to her name since her light-hearted guide to wedlock How to Stay Married debuted in 1969 and 11 million books sold in the UK alone, Cooper is best known for her Rutshire Chronicles, an 11-strong set of door-stopping tomes that began in 1985 with Riders and follow the antics of the horsey set in bedrooms and boardrooms, stables and swimming pools. Rivals, the second in the series, focuses on the very 1980s idea of a battle to secure a regional TV franchise. “I think of all the books I’ve written,” says Cooper, “Rivals is my favourite. The battle for franchises in those days was so strong. And people made absolute fortunes."

The ideas he presented were lovely and he was lovely. It just happened.” She grins. “Plus, the fact that he is double-barrelled, that’s nice.”

As is her priapic protagonist. Rupert Campbell-Black is at the centre of the new drama, as he is in the books, and was the one bit of casting over which Cooper exercised her veto. “I thought Alex (Hassell) wouldn’t be right, he wasn’t blond, but then I met him and… he is very attractive.” Campbell-Black is a composite of two real-life, double-barrelled men, Rupert Lycett Green and Andrew Parker Bowles, as well as the Earl of Suffolk and Berkshire, all of whom the author met soon after she and her husband Leo moved to the Cotswolds in 1982.

“I’d just moved to the country and met these heavenly men, they became great friends and and I was able to study how an upper-class man would behave there.” Do her friends mind appearing in her novels? “Oh no, they love it.”

Campbell-Black may have wall-bouncing charisma, but he’s not entirely chivalrous with its deployment. Is that OK? “People do behave badly,” says Cooper. “They certainly did in the 1980s. Rupert has good qualities. He’s lovely to his dogs, he’s a good MP and he adores his wife. They fall madly in love with each other. Lots of men are frightfully promiscuous until they find their true love.”

Does she believe men like Campbell-Black are at risk of being squashed out of society today? “Yes. When did you last see a fantastically attractive man on television in drama recently?” Hmm, Poldark? Another grin. “He’s in my story. I love good-looking, glamorous, funny, macho men.”

Cooper’s own great romance was with Leo, her publisher husband of 52 years until his death in 2013. She says: “Happiness in marriage comes from creaking bed springs, not so much from sex but from laughter. Well, a bit of both, but definitely laughter. He was lovely, funny, clever, full of military history and kind. He loved cats and I loved dogs, so we worked that out.” She is perhaps referring to his well-documented 1980s affair that rocked, but didn’t ruin, their marriage when she says, “Obviously ups and downs, but when you go through a down, you just hang on and hope it gets better”.

Cooper’s stories are all as raunchy as they are romantic – “I just like people to be happy,” she smiles – but in between all the muddy boots, labradors on mats and shepherd’s pies on kitchen tables, there are progressive layers to be found in both the books and now the TV adaptation. The female characters are strong and self-determining. “The women in those days were seduced, and were seductive,” Cooper says, before adding wistfully, “Beautiful men and women… and they didn’t fight so much.”

Have love and romance changed in the 30 years since the book came out? She sighs. “Half of teenage children are brought up without their parents staying together. It’s so sad. Happy marriage is the best recipe for life and if people can try to stay together, they should try to make it work. The world is very frightening now. Don’t give up on things easily.”

In real life, Cooper counts among her set Andrew Parker Bowles’s first wife Camilla, now better known as Her Majesty, of whom the author can’t say enough good things. “She’s a friend of mine. I adore her and I think she’s going to be a wonderful queen. She looks beautiful at the moment, she’s become very glamorous.” And, of course, a real-life totem of Cooper’s favourite thing, a happy ending.

”‘FOR JILLY TO APPROVE MY RUPERT WAS IMPORTANT’

ALEX HASSELL PLAYS RupeRt Campbell-blaCk

You were chosen from hundreds of possible actors to play Jilly Cooper’s romantic lead. Did you feel the pressure of expectation?

Initially, I wasn’t sure I’d get the part, I’m not blond or blue-eyed and I’m not from that world, but it’s important to me to live up to a certain Rupert-ness. To have Jilly’s seal of approval was very important.

Where did you go for inspiration?

I’ve met two of the men she based him on, which was helpful. But once on set, you put on your costume and start to feel it.

Or take your costume off…

How did you prepare for that naked tennis scene?

By trying not to get intimidated! If I did have nerves, that day was important as I had nothing to hide behind and it was a naked crucible through which to believe myself as Rupert.

With his arrogance and privilege, is Rupert a force for good?

It depends… He’s reaching middle age and rattling around in his house with just dogs and horses for company, and he’s realising that past choices aren’t going to end well for him. But there is a core of goodness there.

IT’S A PERIOD PIECE LIKE DICKENS’ DAVID TENNANT PLAYS

Lord Tony Baddingham

What was the appeal of Rivals? Before I’d even opened the script, my wife Georgia saw the title and told me I was going to be in it, so any element of choice was taken away from me. She had quite a visceral reaction to it and has been a champion of the whole thing. Did a little part of you want to play Rupert Campbell-Black? It didn’t really matter who I played. But I couldn’t compete with Alex for Rupert. I think Lord Tony Baddingham is a more natural fit for me.

Tony is the resident baddie. Do you have any sympathy for him?

He doesn’t see it that way, he’s just doing what he needs to do in order to survive. Objectively, I can see that some of the things he does aren’t particularly morally robust. It’s all Daddy issues. I don’t think Tony is difficult to make sense of, he’s very plausible. The characters all have drama to them, but they’re nuanced and make sense. You’re not struggling to join the dots, they’re well-crafted and that’s why Jilly’s books have survived. There is a quality in this work that makes it timeless.

Would these characters be believable in a more modern setting?

No, they are entrenched in the politics and mores of that era. It was such a specific moment in time – all that excess; Margaret Thatcher saying there was “no such thing as society”. It changed how people were allowed to think and certain people grabbed it, ran with it and wallowed in it. These characters all swim in that swamp.

The big battle in Rivals is to win a TV franchise. Is the story still relevant?

It’s not something we really have an understanding of now. When I first read the scripts, I thought, “Are the stakes of this going to make sense?” But it doesn’t matter what they’re competing over, it’s just who they are and that’s what drives them and that feels very alive and human.

What kind of portrait of 1980s England do we see in Rivals?

Jilly Cooper is a great chronicler of the human condition. It’s a period piece like a Dickens drama. You can marvel at how different some things were and how similar other things were. That’s part of the joy.

What did you love most about the 1980s?

I’ve loved rediscovering the music. I was a teenager during those years, so there was a lot of music it wasn’t cool to like. But some of these tunes are banging.

‘A WOMAN WITH RED LIPS KNOWS HER BUSINESS’

NAFESSA WILLIAMS PLAYS Cameron Cook

You were born and raised in West Philadelphia, a long way from Jilly Cooper’s Rutshire. What drew you to the role of TV producer Cameron Cook?

It was the script, plus how smart Cameron is. You have this black woman in a white man’s world in the 1980s, being able to run a company. She’s very fashionable, very strong, very grounded in who she is — and very comfortable in her sexuality.

She’s very distinctive. Did you have a particular style influence?

The singer Sade was a big inspiration for how Cameron looked, with the flicked back ponytail and the long braids.

Would you resurrect any of that era’s distinctive fashion?

I loved the high waists, the belts, the hair. It was all bigger, bolder, brighter. We don’t see as many red lips and nails now as we did back then — that speaks of a lot of confidence and sexiness, and being bold. A woman with red lips and red nails knows her business. Bring some of that back!

‘THERE WAS AN INSTANT TRUST WITH AIDAN’ VICTORIA SMURFIT PLAYS

Maud O’Hara

Maud doesn’t seem very satisfied with her lot as Declan’s wife and is very open to temptation… She is a very complicated, insecure, broken butterfly who exists on validation. She’s feeling down, she wants every man to fancy her, and her selfishness drives her to where she wants to go.

Had you met Aidan Turner, who plays your screen husband, before?

I didn’t know Aidan, but there was an instant trust. We barely talked about how our characters operated, we just knew they were existing in an English hierarchy, as this scrappy, passionate Irish family. We instantly knew where we were at.

Does Jilly Cooper treat her female characters well?

When you watch the whole arc of all the different women, by the time you get to the end, it feels like a feminist piece. All of the female characters play their politics out the way they want to — some get what they want and some get what they need.

Maud is very colourful in her mood and clothes. Did you have fun with your costumes?

Maud is more boho 70s than the others. The costumes did a lot of the work for us. As soon as we put on our clothes, it felt like we knew who our characters were.

I BASED DECLAN ON MY DAD’

AIDAN TURNER PLAYS Declan O’Hara

When you got the script for Rivals, did a little part of you want to play romantic rogue Rupert Campbell-Black, as opposed to Irish chat show host Declan O’Hara?

No, not one single bit. Alex [Hassell] does it better. It’s a best person for the role thing. There are very few Irish actors who can do Declan O’Hara as well as me, know what I’m saying? My eyes were always on the O’Hara prize.

How familiar were you with Jilly Cooper’s books before you were cast?

I remember dating an Irish girl who loved Jilly Cooper. She was in the atmosphere, but I hadn’t read the books until I started shooting. On the first day of filming, I got into the trailer and there was a copy of Rivals. We already had all the scripts, but we could use the book as a reference for tone. It was great to have it there.

Declan has quite a distinctive look. Where did you go for inspiration?

There’s something of my dad, who had a moustache all through the 1980s and 1990s. I lightly based a lot of Declan’s character on my dad — he sounds like him and has his physicality. Plus Declan is a dad, and I’m a father now, too. I felt I made a lot of connections.

Was there a TV interviewer or chat show host you studied beforehand?

Declan’s an amalgamation. There are some modern British presenters, but someone I went to a lot was the host of the American debate show Firing Line, William F Buckley. His show was political, smoky, quite serious, slow-paced and high-brow — all the things Declan would love.

You’ve been interviewed many times before. What did you discover about life on the other side of the microphone?

When you’re interviewing someone, there’s power because you can ask what you want, but it’s about building up the trust. If you just lambast people, you won’t get to a second season — people have to respect you.

These things are important to Declan. Even the word “chat” irks him slightly. Rivals is set firmly in the 1980s. What would you like to bring back from that decade?

The lack of telecommunications and mobile phones. As we see in the show, it forces people into situations that could be easily solved with a phone call. The characters can’t contact someone on the other side of the county, they have to show up unannounced at their house. There’s a lawlessness, a looseness, an unpredictability.

‘I MISS THE SHOULDER PADS’

KATHERINE PARKINSON PLAYS Lizzie Vereker

Lizzie is the sweetest of the local women, but she can be easily led by her Rutshire neighbours… Lizzie gets caught up with the snobbery of the world she’s in, and she does that thing of joining in with the crowd for survival. Then when Freddie Jones [Danny Dyer] arrives and they mock him, she’s chastened.

It takes an outsider to come in and hold a mirror up to these people. The married but neglected Lizzie embarks on an affair with Freddie. Did you approve?

They are both quite pure and drawn to each other for the right reasons, so it’s actually a positive thing. You want these characters to find themselves again.

Rivals is set in 1986. Have things got better for women since then?

My mother’s generation were more likely to sacrifice their talents for the sake of their husbands. I think that’s definitely evolved since the time Jilly Cooper was writing about, but it’s helpful to look back and see what still needs to change.

In your opinion, what was better about the 1980s?

The earrings… and the shoulder pads.

‘I’VE NEVER CLAIMED TO BE A HARD MAN’

DANNY DYER PLAYS Freddie Jones

Tech millionaire Freddie Jones is a lot softer than the “hard” men you usually play?

I don’t know where that comes from. I know I’m a working-class actor, I swear a bit and walk like a duck with a swagger, but I’ve never claimed to be a hard man. When I was in EastEnders, I wore a pink dressing gown. But this is something different and, for me as an actor, I needed an opportunity to look different. I don’t get many opportunities to do that. Even my biggest haters through their gritted teeth might have to accept that Freddie is a nice, watchable character.

Was that your real hair?

I wish. I had it all clipped on. What a bouffant it is! I’ll cling on to what I have for dear life, but I accept it. I’m a grandfather now, I’m allowed to go bald.

Freddie is the richest of all the characters, but an outsider in Rutshire. Is he the real top dog?

There’s a kindness behind the eyes of Freddie, but he’s a teddy bear with a bite. He has no desire to be top dog, but when he needs to put his foot down, he does. I fell in love with him when I read the script.

One scene, where Freddie and his wife are mocked by the Rutshire set, makes for uncomfortable viewing...

There’s an element of classism and other -isms in the show. As much as they want Freddie and his money around, they also look down their noses at him.

In 2018, you accused David Cameron of “putting his trotters up” instead of working hard. How did it feel going to Gloucestershire, the stomping ground of Cameron and his pals?

It’s not the world I come from. But this is set in the 1980s, we’re in a different era and environment now, but we’re true to how it was.

Freddie also develops a slowburn, hard-earned romance with Lizzie Vereker…

They’re both in marriages where they feel suppressed and don’t feel seen. Hopefully, the audience will root for us to have an affair, which is a strange thing as it sounds awful.

Do Freddie and Lizzie get a suitably Cooper-esque sex scene?

You’ll have to keep watching. Things take a surreal turn.

What was the best aspect of the 1980s? Anything you miss?

I think we have far too much technology now. I have children who can’t understand how we survived without mobile phones. I feel it was slightly less complicated in the way we engaged with each other: sitting down, making eye contact.

EMILY ATACK PLAYS

SARAH STRATTON

Your character, the wife of the Tory deputy Prime Minister, appears very manipulative and conniving. Did you enjoy playing her?

She’s a car crash, but she’s ambitious, smart and a bit sick of being told all her life she’s a ditzy blonde. Particularly at the time this is set, women felt there was little other option for them but to use their sexuality to get what they wanted. Characters like her are often written as unlikeable, but there are lots of hidden layers and vulnerabilities.

Her look is very much of her time. How did you go about creating it?

My morning pick-up times were the earliest of the entire cast. Hours and hours in hair and make-up — so much hairspray and backcombing. At my first fitting for costume, I thought, “I’m never going to fit into that,” but with a pair of Spanx we were good to go. And I bought some cheap 80s perfume, which I wore every day.

For one famous scene of naked tennis with Rupert Campbell Black, there are no clothes at all. How did that feel?

The whole cast were warned early on that there would be nudity and sex scenes, so you knew what you were getting into. The sex is integral to the scenes and the characters, and the tennis scene is very famous, so I wanted to get it right. Alex [Hassell] and I talked it through with the director, to make sure we felt comfortable. It was a closed set. I felt very safe, and I had a great spray tan.

Last year you made a documentary about the sexual harassment you’ve received for several years. Did you hesitate to take this role, or did you feel defiant?

You can’t win whatever you do. If you keep your clothes on you’re a frigid nun, if you take your clothes off you’re a tart. But I love my job and if a role I’m playing requires nudity and it’s integral to the story and I’m safe, I’m exactly where I should be. I’ve learnt it’s not my behaviour that needs to be looked at and changed, it’s other people’s. I’ve learned to take back the narrative that was taken from me — my sexuality, my body. These kinds of roles are fun. I’m still young and it’s OK to feel liberated. I enjoy what I do. And it’s Jilly Cooper – it’s an honour to do it!

Since filming, you’ve had a baby. Are you thinking about work again yet?

For nine months solid, I sat on my arse, ate peanut butter sandwiches and watched all of Downton Abbey. So I’ve had my time off, and now I’m back

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