#but like it looks way more fun in the us you guys know how to celebrate halloween lemme tell ya

[sweetshuga]

ⓘ content warnings: smut ⋆ +18 ⋆ age gap ⋆ raw doggin’ ⋆ big dick!matt ⋆ semi-public sex ⋆ (kinda) rough sex ⋆ daddy kink ⋆ partial bondage (wrists) ⋆ breeding kink (?) ⋆ creampie ⋆ praise kink ⋆ (slight) degradation kink ⋆ dacryphilia (?) ⋆ overstimulation ⋆ use of safe word + more.

He isn’t supposed to feel this way.

Matt knows he isn’t supposed to feel this way about his student, but the way you speak to him with your voice all soft and smooth – as if you know what that does to him – or the way you look at him with those damned fuck-me eyes like you want him to sport a hard-on in the middle of the lecture—was making it hard to keep things professional.

He had previously put boundaries between you and made it clear that he isn’t ready to make whatever you had going on more than it already is.

Despite being the one to initiate the stop to your physical relationship, he felt disappointed when you didn’t even complain or beg like he thought you would.

Matt sighed deeply, shaking his head subtly as if that’d get rid of the distracting thoughts he was having in the middle of a lecture.

As he droned on about the topic he is supposed to go through today, he couldn’t help but notice how distracted you were, blatantly flirting with some guy in the third row from the front, batting your eyelashes and smiling so sweetly as you listened to the guy talk.

A muscle in Matt’s jaw twitched, his eyes narrowing when he saw the guy lean in close, his hand casually coming to rest on your arm.

‘Snap out of it Matthew.’ He mentally scolded himself.

But he simply couldn’t focus on teaching with you sitting there, giving fuck-me eyes to some other guy who... is probably more suitable for you than a divorced dad like him.

He was starting to overthink, his anxiety taking over for a split second until you looked his way, your eyes locking with his and your lips curling up with a barely there smirk – in a way that almost seemed like you were taunting him – before you looked back at the guy.

Matt’s eyes darkened when he understood that you were deliberately trying to push his buttons, trying to make him jealous, and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t affected.

He was burning with jealousy.

He texted you during a lull in the lecture – where students were either taking notes from the slideshow or doing their own thing – and his mood soured further when you acted like a damned brat.

«read the text messages»

Your breath hitched in your throat as you read his messages and you could see how genuinely pissed off he was even through text.

Your heart pounded against your ribcage as you walked towards Matt’s office, your panties already soaked through due to the way he looked at you during the lecture.

You simply wanted to have fun and see if Matt would care if you flirted with a guy – since he wanted to end their arrangement – but now you wondered if you did the right thing.

A shaky breath full of nerves and excitement exited you as you finally reached his office and slowly opened the door to find him sitting at his desk, his jaw tight, eyes dead and dark.

��Lock the door, sweetheart.” Matt’s voice was low, controlled and eerily calm.

Seeing him so calm had you thrown completely off, and you decided to play it safe and drop the attitude, complying with his request as you closed and locked the door of his office before turning around to face him.

More arousal pooled in your panties from the way he was watching you with those intense, blue eyes of his.

“Come here.”

Your legs moved on their own as you walked towards his desk, feeling like you were fully exposed due to how intensely he was looking at you—shamelessly raking his gaze over your body as if he was undressing you in his mind.

“Sit on my lap.” His expression was unreadable as he spoke, giving way to nothing.

You could be a brat and say no and that he was being unfair, but the way his words flowed out of his mouth so smoothly like honey had your knees weak.

You lowered yourself onto his lap without any complaint, your bare thighs on each side of his hips and your pleated skirt riding up due to the position, showing more of your thighs.

Matt’s hands immediately placed themselves on your thighs, caressing them in a borderline possessive manner that had you feeling like your whole body was burning with desire.

“Did you have fun?” He suddenly asked, catching you off guard and eliciting a confused “what?” from you.

Matt’s lips curled up with a ghost of a smirk, finding your confusion endearing despite the anger and jealousy still lingering in him.

“Did you have fun shamelessly flirting with that guy? Was it exciting to have him eating right out of your fucking palm the moment you gave him those fuck-me eyes?” His jaw muscle ticked at the mere reminder of the guy.

His hands trailed higher up your thighs, making your breath hitch.

“And that damned attitude... Jesus.” Matt chuckled mirthlessly, his grip on your thighs tightening as he leaned forward until your faces were inches apart.

“Should I just fuck it out of you? That bratty fucking attitude of yours?”

Your mouth opened and closed but nothing came out—too stunned by his sudden demeanor to say anything.

He was usually more gentler than this but clearly your attempt to make him jealous affected him more than you thought it would.

“Y-yeah...” You managed to breathe out, not knowing what exactly you were saying yes to but your body screamed for his touch – almost starving for it – which made it difficult to think straight.

Matt’s smirk widened slightly at your shaky agreement, his pupils dilating further. His length strained painfully against the fabric of his jeans, pulsing against your clothed pussy.

His hands confidently trailed up from your thighs to just below your tits, his thumbs grazing the underside of them through your shirt before trailing his hands back down, this time gripping your hips tightly to pull you closer.

“You gonna be a good girl for me? Let me fuck you right here in my office?”

His words had your stomach doing somersaults, and you found yourself nodding, whispering a needy “please, prof”.

A slow grin made its way onto Matt’s lips when he saw your desperation, finding your needy plea equal parts amusing and sexy.

The moment you sank down on his cock, Matt’s hands gripped your hips almost painfully—no doubt leaving marks as he began to lift you up and down repeatedly while thrusting up into you.

“Wearing such a slutty little skirt to class... Did you want me to fuck you like this?”

He panted harshly, his hold on your hips tightening slightly as he used you as he pleased, going so deep it bordered on painful due to his tip pounding against your cervix.

“N-no- didn’t mean— f-fuckk!”

You barely held back a scream as Matt changed his angle, the slight curve of his cock helping him hit that sweet spot inside your gummy walls.

His hips pistoned up into you at an impressive speed, burying his length deep each time.

Matt gritted his teeth, grunting in exertion and looking like a vision in his sexy red sweater and slight scruff that screamed dilf.

Your hand slid down to rub your clit in time with his thrusts as you got closer, your eyes rolling back briefly as your mind flooded with pleasure.

Matt saw the action and his eyes darkened, his jealousy rearing its ugly head.

Only he could touch you.

It was an absurd thing to think, but in this moment everything made him jealous, even your own clothes for always being wrapped around you.

Matt stopped abruptly, causing you to stop moving too.

You stared at him in confusion as he took his belt – which was placed neatly on his desk – and bound your wrists behind your back.

You were slightly taken back, but you were definitely not against it.

“Kinky,” you teased, but he wasn’t having any of it.

“Shut up.” He snapped.

“Safe word.” Matt looked at you expectantly, waiting for you to tell him a word, but you just stared at him, confusion etched on your face.

“Safe word?” You repeated dumbly.

“Tell me a safe word... because I don’t know if I can stop myself from ruining this sweet pussy for anyone else.”

He was dead serious—and that had your body shuddering in excitement.

“My lecturer is hot.”

His brows furrowed at the sentence, but then a lazy, dangerous grin spread across his lips.

“You’re not taking this seriously.” His words were eerily calm, almost like he was taunting you for being so stupid—like he knew he’ll reduce you to nothing more than whimpers and moans.

Oh you were so so naïve.

Matt was fucking you so hard that you were seeing literal sparks behind your eyes every time he went deep.

“Oh fuck! I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum-- daddy, fuuuckk—”

Your thighs trembled as you began moving your hips in time with his thrusts, chasing after that sweet release.

“What did you just call me?”

Matt suddenly stopped moving, eliciting a needy whine of protest from you. His voice dropped an octave lower when he spoke again, becoming huskier, giving way to how much your word affected him.

“Daddy? Is that what you just said?”

“S-sorry, it just slipped out... I-”

You breathed heavily, your chest heaving with ragged breaths. Your whole body felt like it was on fire and the pressure that was building in your abdomen slowly subsided due to lack of stimulation.

Matt couldn’t believe how much you calling him daddy turned him on and he needed to hear you say it again.

He began to fuck you in earnest, his arm wrapping tightly around your waist to keep you from squirming as his tip kissed your cervix with each hard thrust.

His free hand tangled in your hair and pulled you down into a heated kiss—all tongue and teeth.

Matt pulled back and whispered harshly against your lips, his voice deeper than usual.

“Call me that again.”

And you did.

“Daddy—ffuuckk--”

You chocked back a moan when he began to fuck you faster, his hips slapping against your thighs and creating loud wet smacks.

Matt groaned low in his throat when he heard your desperate mewls and whimpers, the sounds of your pleasure only making him fuck you harder.

“M’gonna-” Your breath hitched, “Cum-- Matt, sh-shit—shit!”

Your whole body tensed – mouth opening in a silent scream, back arching – as the first wave of your orgasm crashed over you. Warmth spread in your tummy, pleasure coursing throughout your whole body.

Your mind blanked with pleasure, zeroing in on the feeling of his cock still plowing in and out of you, hitting your sweet spots.

He fucked you through your orgasm, relishing in the sight of your eyes rolling back in pure, unadulterated, bliss as tears of pleasure streamed down your cheeks.

“Oh, fuuckkk, you’re squeezing my dick soo good.” Matt groaned, feeling himself growing closer thanks to the feeling of your inner walls spasming around his sensitive shaft.

The sight of your tears was making his balls draw tight, his climax approaching quickly.

“Gonna cum,” Matt warned, “Need to fill up this pretty pussy and stuff you full of my cum— fuuck--”

His movements became jerky and uncoordinated as he got closer to the edge, fucking you in sharp, deep thrusts.

His hips stuttered as he came deep inside you, eyes rolling back briefly before closing shut, mouth opening in an "o" shape. His load painted your velvet walls white as you milked his cock dry.

But Matt didn’t stop there.

His need to make you his and knock you up were too strong.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he growled softly and his eyes snapped open—blue orbs basically black with desire.

“Need more... You can take more, can’t you sweetheart?”

You found yourself unable to say no even though you were too sensitive—his words and the primal look in his eyes had you feeling like you might as well just let him knock you up.

Watching you nod, Matt lips curled up with a satisfied smirk.

“Good girl.” He whispered, fingers gripping your hips so tightly that you were sure you’d have bruises tomorrow.

He fucked you through your fifth orgasm – having cum thrice himself – not letting you catch your breath. You felt your nerves burning with overstimulation—your body overwhelmed by the pleasure he was giving you.

“l-lecturer—mmh-ah—is hot... my lecturer- my lecturer is hot!” You cried out, feeling yourself trembling with overstimulation.

Matt snapped out of it at the sound of your trembling voice, his gaze softening profusely when he heard you struggling to say your safe word.

“Should’ve picked a shorter one.” He murmured breathlessly, a hint of teasing in his tone. He slowed down before stopping completely, pulling you into a surprisingly gentle kiss.

Matt pulled out slowly – hissing softly against your lips at how sensitive you both were – before gently freeing your wrists from the makeshift handcuffs he made out of his belt, rubbing your reddening wrists.

He pulled you closer and your body immediately melted into him, making him hold you tighter against his chest as he nuzzled his face into your hair, inhaling your sweet scent mixed with your perfume and the musky scent of sex.

“Good girl,” Matt whispered against your hair, “My good girl.”

✰ english is not my first language! || wc: 2.2k ✰

Isa’s rambling ۶ৎ My bad for taking so long to finish this fic but your girl was having a hard time writing for some reason like I didn’t have an ounce of motivation, but I finally finished it and I feel like I kinda rushed the ending ’cause I wanted to post it today.

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[mallory524]

Oh oh, can I request a sort of alternate ending to the kidnapping headcanons with each of the Thunderbolts where, when they are about to break into the building reader is trapped in, reader appears behind them all bloody and bruised, making them jump and her saying, “Did you guys come to save me? Aww, that’s so sweet, I feel so loved right now!!”

(OMG YES This is sweet and fun I love it)

the thunderbolts come to save you, but you've already handled it yourself

pictures from pinterest

tags- she/her used, mostly just silly and fluffy, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of blood and fighting and minor injuries, some language

Yelena

Yelena knows that you’re tough, but she doesn’t expect you to be able to get yourself out of this one. The group gets to where you’re being held, and you’re just sitting on the ground, with your back up against the doorway. You look like hell, but you’re free. This is not what Yelena had imagined. She thought she’d have to free you herself and toss you over her shoulder or something. She couldn’t be more happy to see that she was wrong about your state. “Oh, hey, guys! This is awfully sweet of you to all come out here. This is a long ways away from the city,” you say as you manage to get back up on your feet. Yelena looks at you, amazed, and runs up to hug you and kiss your temple. Walker mutters to Ava, “At this point we could’ve just called her an Uber.”

Bucky

Bucky did not want to think about what could be happening to you. He’s seen a lot of pain and hurt in his day, so he knows firsthand how ugly these situations can get. Luckily, it never got as bad as it could’ve, because you actually broke yourself out. Bucky did not expect to find you already fighting off your captors on your own when he arrived with the whole team. Bucky wants to help, of course. He gets one punch in. You thank him, like you haven’t just knocked out every other person on your own. “I was just about to look for where they hid my phone so I could call you to give me a ride home, but it looks like I didn’t even need to call! You guys are the best,” you say, as if you’d just been stranded at the airport. Bucky’s never been so proud.

Ava

The fact that the search for you was dragging on for days was only making Ava’s nerves worse. Leaving you in danger for so long made her feel so horrible, and sometimes she’d wonder if it was possible that you’d escaped on your own. She figured it was too much to hope for, but it made her feel a little better. Besides, it wasn’t too far out of the realm of possibility. She’d imagine finally reaching your location, and the people who were supposed to be guarding you would all be just as clueless about your whereabouts as she was. She never considered that they’d all be unconscious on the ground when she got there. “Ava!!” she hears you yell from behind. She spins around and sees you jogging (with a slight limp) down the hall to reach her. She’s astonished. “Aww you guys! Thanks for coming. That means a lot.” After that remarkably chill response, Ava looks at you like you’ve never been so beautiful and cool in her eyes before, and that’s saying something.

John

John was terrified the whole time you were missing. All day long, he panicked and thought about all the horrible things that could be happening to you at any given moment. He didn't sleep, he didn't eat, he led the whole search, and he was ready to do whatever to took to get to you. You can only imagine his surprise when you run out and cut his destructive rampage short. He keeps standing there and looking at you because this is not computing. You're just standing there with your hands on your hips, your clothes all tattered, with bruises and cuts all over you. You're clearly exhausted, but you manage a little smirk. "Awww, Walker! Were you worried about me?" He just tosses his silly folded shield to the ground and pulls you into a tight hug. "Yeah, yeah, whatever." He doesn't even put up a fight when you reach out to affectionately ruffle his hair or pinch his cheek like a grandma. He's just so happy you're safe.

Alexei

When Alexei gets there and realizes you’ve already broken yourself out, he is so shocked. Then he thinks about it for a moment, and he doesn’t know why he’s even surprised. Of course you solved this on your own! You’re such a badass. You always have been. It’s one of the first things he noticed about you, and it’s what initially drew him to you. He feels like he should’ve had more faith in you, but now’s not the time for that. Now���s the time to celebrate the fact that you’re safe. He lets out a loud, jovial laugh and wraps his arms around you, telling you over and over again how proud he is of you while wiping some blood from your forehead. Somehow, you always manage to surprise him. Everyone is thrilled that you’re back, but Alexei is absolutely beaming with pride and relief for the rest of the night.

Bob

Part of why the team originally didn’t want Bob to go on the rescue mission, besides the Void stuff, was because they didn’t know what kind of state you’d be in. Bob’s very new to this line of work, and they know how much you mean to him, so they thought it might be too much for him to handle if he ended up having to see you seriously hurt. Luckily that didn’t happen. Before they have the chance to break the door down, you walk out from the other side of the building, waving your arms. “Hey! I’m right here!” Bob rushes to hug you, and it’s so tight that all your words are kind of muffled. “Guys I got the whole search party? This is actually really flattering.” Bob pulls away after a while and he’s immediately worried again when he sees the bruising all over you. You make a “You should see the other guy” joke, but everyone knows you’re not kidding. They really don’t want to see the other guy.

[bluetimeombre]

: ̗̀➛ The Paul Mescal school of yearning

You and Pedro had stared in the Last of Us together, and now he cannot stop talking about you at any chance given, very much similar to another friend of his…

[Pedro Pascal is my love and my life and has been for a while now, idk what anyone else has told you but we’re very happy together. Anyway, this is a little thing I created cause don’t we all want to be wanted the way Paul wants Daisy?!] daddy references, language, fem reader, not proof read

ᴘᴇᴅʀᴏᴘᴀꜱᴄᴀʟɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀᴏɴᴇꜰᴀɴ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇꜱ: ɴᴏ ʙᴜᴛ ꜰʀ ᴘᴇᴅʀᴏ ᴘᴀꜱᴄᴀʟ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀᴜʟ ᴍᴇꜱᴄᴀʟ ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴏꜰ ʏᴇᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: ᴘʀᴏᴏꜰ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀᴄᴜᴛ !!!

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Yourusername: The Last of Us, out now. If you’ve ever liked me, you’ll go give it some love

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urfan: obsessed

peoplelover: oh she getting that Emmy

pedroisloveislife: THE LAST OF US?!?

urfriend: ❤️

pedroishot: u and pedro are going to kill me

fanista: this is gonna break me

pascalbemine: mother is mothering!!!

pascalispunk: I’ll watch it cause I like you

↪️ yourusername: I appreciate that

↪️↪️ pascalispunk: and because pedro pascal is in it

↪️↪️↪️ yourusername: actually he got cut

↪️↪️↪️↪️ pascalispunk: 😦😦

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pascalispunk: The Last of us with some of my favourite people. Give it some love

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user101: cannon that pedro doesn't know what tagging is

y/nfan: that's y/n in the third picture, i know it

pedroismyman: he's so daddy

personcha: daddy

bellaisqueen: daddy is a state of mind

y/nluver: y/n took the last pictures, i scream as they drag me into the asylum

pascalandy/n: the flowers!! i need him

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~ y/nbiggestgurl: guys!!! @yourusername and @pascalispunk at the a Stevie Nicks concert, I don’t know who I want to be more!!!!

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Everyone saying Pedro and Y/N are just friends when all of this exists:

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'Do you ever look at instagram accounts devoted to you being a heartthrob when you’re feeling down ?'

'Yes, I do,' Pedro immediately burst into laughter.

'What’s your favourite account?'

‘It’s called Pedropascalfanaccount,' he chuckled to himself again, eyes squeezing shut. He regained himself in time. 'Y/N runs that account.'

There was silence in which he tried not to laugh again.

'Does she think you’re a heartthrob?'

Pedro cringed. 'I hope.'

comments:

but this is so normal pedro behaviour

I love Pedro and Y/N together sm, i hope the rumours are true

He's so daddy, need him

Y/N Pascal, I am here for it

↪️↪️↪️↪️ Pascalisinlove:

'K but Pedro Pascal is like this with all his costars.' Pedro being close with Y/N like any other costar:

These headlines:

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One of my favourite moments- y/npascal11

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The camera's caught you and Pedro standing next to each other as the interview progressed onto how you all bonded on set of the Last of us. She suggested, off-handily, karaoke.

Pedro leaned into the microphone. 'I hate karaoke.'

You chuckled, giving your own answer. 'I'd have loved karaoke, it's quite fun.'

Everyone lost their minds at how Pedro flustered, waving his hands around and desperately grabbing for the microphone. 'I don't mind karaoke, I don't mind it,' he quickly redeemed himself. Everyone loved how he was looking to you for approval. 'With the right company, it can be great- oh, we should go.'

Everyone watching the video lost their minds at how quick an opinion change he had as soon as he realised you liked it.

'We should!' you chuckle, playing along.

The video then played every other interview clip that could be found of Pedro expressing dislike for karaoke. He hated it. But as soon as you said you liked it his whole mind set was changed.

User101: he’s in love omg!!

User102: the way he looks at her

User33: omg internet mommy and internet daddy!!?!

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Pedropascalnumberonefan: this interview is what started it all, the way Paul just brings up Daisy and Pedro can’t stop talking about Y/N!!

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Pedro and the rest of the cast of Gladitor II sat together, each taking turns holding cards and asking questions, how well do they all know one another.

Paul and Pedro seemed to be having their own competition, privately wanting to beat each other. But whilst privately competing they hadn’t realised just what they were saying:

"Who is my favourite actor?" Pedro asked, biting the lid of the pen off.

Joesph Quinn stroked the boldness of his head. "It’s me right?"

"That you’re my favourite actor?"

"Yeah- you said that to me once."

"I said that you were special," corrected Pedro, grinning to himself before laughing at his own joke. "And special can mean a lot of things."

"Marlon Brando?" Connie suggested.

"Harrison Ford?" Was another by Freddy.

And just as Pedro was gonna accept that answer, Paul said your name.

"Y/n! It’s y/n, y/n!"

Pedro’s grin split his cheeks as he turned his board and showed everyone your scribbled name, a heart jotted down next to it.

Pedro didn’t even care he’d just supplied the fans, he cared he got a point- going for a high five that nobody returned.

And if Pedro and Paul were in a competition for who could name their girls the most, Pedro had the lead very quickly as when Connie was up, asking:

"What is my favourite curse word in Danish?"

Pedro went in with ‘fuck’ which was wrong. Then he tried again with Bastard but he told himself off with that one, mumbling a:

"No that’s y/n’s favourite."

Next to him, Paul laughed.

But Paul came swinging back in the game when Joseph asked:

"What actor do I get mistaken for?"

The question had hardly left his lips when Paul erupted-

"Daisy Edgar Jones! Sometimes,"

"Um, no."

Userp12: PLS!! Jo shut him down so quick

User89: guys this is hilarious

User69: not even ten seconds in and we got a Daisy and Y/n mention

PaulMescalboy: k but do you think Paul is so mad cause Pedro stay winning, like has everyone SEEN the SNL videos

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Everyone had seen the SNL videos. Not only had you and Pedro done a sketch to express how he is internet Daddy and you were internet Mommy looking after all your children, but then a tiktok had gone viral.

You were walking the red carpet with your assistant, the flashing lights adding to the glamour you carried in every step when you brushed by Pedro.

At first everyone was talking about how they were sure your hand was purposely grazing his ass but then everyone's jaw dropped with how you dragged your hand over the back of his neck. It was such a simple move, so nonchalant that you didn't even look as you did it.

Pedro looked.

Pedro grabbed your hand and kissed the back of it as if there weren't a hundred camera's on the pair of you.

Pedro looked at you like you'd hung the very moon.

He pulled you into him, leaving the microphone to grab you and hug you. Maybe he'd abandon the whole thing just to follow after you like a lost puppy.

But he'd left the microphone and the people in front of their phones with a deep need for love like Pedro loved you. When he muttered a small 'Dios mío'.

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Y/nupdates: but do you all remember that time Pedro and Y/N were caught looking after her nephew together BEFORE FILMING FOR THE LAST OF US EVEN BEGAN!! UR HONOUR ITS ALWAYS BEEN THEM

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"You really facetime people a lot," said Bella, as they were on camera, discussing The Last of Us and what it was like on set.

Pedro laughed. "Let's facetime someone."

"Y/n?" asked Bella. They didn't even need to take another guess, Pedro's cheeky grin telling all just who he would be face-timing.

"Lets see if she answers me this time," he mumbled as he got your contact up.

Bella continued adding fuel to the fire. "I feel like every time I came into the tent on set, if you weren't with her on set, you'd be talking to her over the phone."

"Oh come on, don't exaggerate- she calls me!" said Pedro, furrowing his brows at the phone screen as he watched your name flicker on his phone. The camera's picked up the scrunch of his face as did Bella.

"You always do that face as well!" Bella pointed out. "When you start a face time call- you always do a little smoulder!"

Pedro chuckled. "I can't see!"

His head snapped down to his phone when the ringing had stopped and you'd picked up his call. He grinned and cheered.

"What the fuck do you want?" you playfully yelled down the phone as Pedro laughed, showing you Bella and showing you off to the camera.

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User1: If Pedro went to the Paul school of yearning then Y/N went to the Daisy school of avoiding the damn question.

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The video played you in your own lie detector test, similar to how Pedro had once been subjected to.

"People call you the mother of the internet," said the lady behind the camera.

You nodded and waited for the rest of it to come.

She slid a picture of Pedro over to you and your cheeks immediately went red. "Is this man your daddy?"

The camera caught you trying to keep it together but you started to laugh, hiding your face as you clearly didn't want the camera's to pick up your blush or your heart rate. "Oh geez- um," you hesitated, but picked up the picture of him. "My god his eyes are gorgeous. I think-"

"True," said the man officiating the lie detector test.

"Thank you," you quickly threw his way before addressing the question. "I think he's everyone's daddy, yeah."

"But is he your daddy?" she repeated.

You tried to think of a way to play it and yet nothing came to mind. "I plead the fifth."

-

You laughed as you finished the video and read the article’s accompanying it and even went back to look at the pictures.

You felt like a fan of yourself and Pedro as you stared at all the evidence on your phone.

Perhaps the most incriminating bit of evidence was the man stirring next to you.

"What have you been laughing about over there?" Mumbled Pedro as his arm wrapped back around your waist, tugging you closer to him again.

You cuddle in, abandoning your phone to the side. "Oh you know, just how much you love me."

Pedro knew immediately as he grumbled, hiding himself in the soft skin of your neck. "That damn video again?"

[I hope you enjoy!! Let me know if you’d like any more Pedro,]

[malereadermaniac]

ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっ Bros will be Bros! - Kiba & Naruto x Male Reader

word count: 3k

Plot: Naruto and Kiba like fucking around with you! And you know how guys are... Just so gross... (;¬_¬) P without P - Just filthy smut, like actually gross, very self-indulgent sorry lol (yk you like it...)

Featuring: Top!Naruto x Bottom!Reader x Top!Kiba

Warnings: Nsfw / MDNI ~ amab m!reader / FDNI Musk/Smell fetish, Foot fetish, Armpit stuff, muscle & body worship, underwear/sock fetish, very brief mention of piss!!

It was so hot. Just so fucking hot. It had to be the hottest day of the year. And it didn't help that you were currently partaking in some serious... physical exercise. It also didn't help that you weren't alone in your room; two other men were joining you. Three people in an already boiling room, their hot breath not helping with the temperature in said room... Sounds like a lotta fun~

Both Kiba and Naruto liked messing around with you. Both of them were always too awkward or unpopular to get with women, so you kindly agreed to help your friends release that pent-up sexual frustration. Realistically, who could deny that sexy pair? Today started with a request from Naruto. It was hot, all three of you in your bedroom; faces flushed, sweating, and panting from the heat. "Mind cleaning us up, [Name]?" The blonde posed, a knowing smirk on his lips as he leaned back in a chair; his muscular arms behind his head, showing off the man's bulging, shiny muscles and sweaty, hairy pits. You roll your eyes. "If I must" you say in a sarcastic tone, knowing that your dick was already getting hard just from the proposition. Swiftly, all three of you had stripped down to your briefs and positioned yourselves on your bed; with Kiba and Naruto lying on their backs and propping themselves up on their elbows to watch you, their muscular, sweaty legs hanging off of the edge of the bed. At the end of the bed, you stood over the two provocative looking men; just letting your eyes wander over their shiny, muscular bodies before getting to work. "C'mon, [Name]! Y'know I hate waitin' for ya!" Kiba teases, a sexy smirk on his face as he promptly nods his head towards his clothed dick.

So you got down to business. You started with both Naruto's and Kiba's abs, laying slightly on top of the two and propping yourself up on your hands to reach their bodies with your mouth. You laid your head on Kiba's rock-solid six-pack, your cheek squishing against the man's sweaty, sticky abs. You start to lap at the sweat on Kiba's abs whilst taking a free hand to Naruto's own six-pack; gently sliding your fingers across the sweaty bumps and ridges of Naruto's abdomen. You slowly start to make your way down, getting down onto your knees as your tongue inches down your friend's bodies. Kiba and Naruto watched like hawks as you reached their crotches; their incredibly HARD dicks tenting in their loose, damp boxers. You toyed with their huge dicks, gripping Naruto's with your left hand and Kiba's with your right, gently hitting your face with both clothed members, mouthing on them softly, and taking deep sniffs of their sweaty, damp, musky underwear. Much to both Naruto's and Kiba's disappointment, you teased their dicks only a little more before moving on; moving your face all the way down to the men's sweaty, manly, musky feet. Naruto and Kiba watched with turned-on grins as you worshipped their masculine, sweaty feet; watching as you took deep sniffs of their musky soles and toes. You licked their feet from heel to toe, taking in the look, taste, smell, and feel of Naruto and Kiba's massive, shiny, sweaty feet; their sole's light pink in some spots and the tops of their huge, manly feet a warm tan colour. With both guys' feet smushed into your face, forcing you to taste and smell their manly musk, you palmed at your clothed crotch; letting their sweat intoxicate you, your face flushing and your eyes rolling back in pleasure.

After having your fill of your friends' sexy feet, you made your way back up their bodies; settling your face by their muscular chests and arms. Naruto interlocked his fingers and placed his hands behind his head, flexing his beefy arms and showing off his hairy, sweaty pits; you took the hint, shoving your face into the blonde's steaming, musky armpit. You take deep breaths, taking in the manly smell and basking in the feeling of the erotic smell going straight to your cock. Not being one to be left out, Kiba involves himself by coming his fingers through your hair and shoving your face deeper into Naruto's pits, the dog-boy letting out an immature, horny cackle as he watches you take pleasure in smelling and licking his homeboy's pits. Slowly, you move up Naruto's arm, licking up from his musky armpit to his bulging bicep; basking in the huge muscle, lapping up the blonde's shiny sweat and gently teething at his muscular arm. You rapidly shift your attention onto Kiba when the brunette sits up on the bed and brings his arms up to the side of his head and flexes his arms. You take the view in briefly, your bro looked fucking sexy; his biceps looked insane, his dark brown pit hair was shooting out of his underarms in sweaty, wet bunches, and holy shit his chest looked crazy, all muscular n shiny with sweat. You quickly got to work on Kiba, getting up on your knees on your bed and smashing your face into Kiba's huge tits; licking at the sweaty creases in his muscular pecs and biting gently at his nipples. As you made your way to his biceps, biting them gently and lapping at them, you felt Naruto position himself behind you - one manly, muscular arm around your waist, and his other bicep curling around your neck, keeping you locked in place and squishing your face n neck in the most erotic way possible. After focusing on Kiba's arms n getting at his musky, manly pits for a while, you moved up to his face; the brunette's tan skin flushed a bright pink, not only from the heat but also from how fucking sexy you were! While it was true that Naruto and Kiba proposed this relationship with you just for sex initially, they couldn't deny that the more they fucked around with you, the more they liked you; your looks, your personality, your voice, your sexual appeal - the guys were fucking head over heels for you! You flashed Kiba a genuine, warm smile, looking into his eyes before going into a kiss. It wasn't unusual. The three of you would constantly kiss each other when fucking. But it was the brief moments where it felt like you were dating the guys that made their hearts race. But Kiba just shoved his feeling lower in the moment, so low that they rushed towards his dick! So as you made out with the brunette, his mind raced about how much he liked you, and those thoughts just turned him on more! As you made out with Kiba, your hands roamed the man's built shoulders; your fingertips brushing along his muscles and sending shivers up his spine. Your tongue toyed with Kiba's in some sort of game you two always played, one which only you two knew, and that made Kiba always grin into the kiss. Your hands made their way to the man's fucking built back, gently scratching his muscles as you fell deeper into the kiss; Kiba's tongue, his scent, his looks, all just making you fall deeper and deeper into the intoxicating eroticism of the situation. Oh and don't forget Naruto! His bicep curled around your neck, squishing your cheeks and pulling your body back into his. The blonde loved watching you make out with Kiba from behind, his head resting on your shoulder as he ground his clothed dick into your ass; the loose fabric of his boxers tenting over his huge dick.

Time goes by so slowly yet so quickly as you make out with both Naruto and Kiba; at least an hour having gone by, by the time you've satisfied both the blonde and the brunette. But once Naruto finally lets you go, you know exactly what to do next; instinctively getting on the floor and on your knees for the men. With Naruto and Kiba sitting on the edge of the bed, they both watch with eagerness and desire in their eyes as you make your way towards their crotches. You immediately get back to sniffing their clothed crotches; getting high off of your bros' masculine, musky underwear, the scent of your dicks n sweaty pubes slightly making their way through their damp underwear. The way that the loose, damp fabric of Kiba's and Naruto's boxers hang over their hard boners turns you on, but not enough to not want to practically rip them off. You watch in awe as both their cocks spring out of the fabric, the guys' big, musky, uncut cocks standing proud at attention; no matter how many times you see them, they always impress you. You've always been a fan of both Naruto's and Kiba's dicks; you don't exactly know why but they just fucking turn you on so MUCH! Naruto's dick is the shorter of the two, but that's irrelevant because of his girth; his thick dick adorned with veins leading up to the pink, mushroom-shaped tip, a loose, pale foreskin covering his head. The blonde's curtains match the drapes to an extent. Naruto's pubes are a darker blonde than his head, much curlier and incredibly long; creating a very enticing, damp bush of dirty blonde. Kiba's cock is the lengthier of the two, standing at a proud seven inches and the perfect thickness; his head covered in a slightly tighter foreskin and the perfect shape to just pop the rim of your hole comfortably. A thick forest of deep brown pubes adorns the base of Kiba's cock; his crotch so thick with hair that the musky scent of his dick n sweat will last for hours. Oh and Naruto's n Kiba's dicks can also be differentiated by smell, but you love their scents equally! Naruto's dick smells more like cum, a thick, manly musk coating under the blonde's foreskin; bro doesn't tend to wash his dick off after jerking off, but from how good the smell is, you don't tend to mind! Kiba's dick on the other hand has a thick musk of sweat from his thick bush; and even a light air of old piss. Hey! Bros got that dog in him and that comes with positives and negatives! Though you really wouldn't class this as a negative, cause that smell gets you so fucking hard no matter what! But back to the moment at hand, a cackle from Naruto and a comment from Kiba snapped you out of your trance; so you got to work with cleaning up. You shove your nose into Kiba's thick bush, the sides of his base fucking reeking of manly musk; your tongue instinctively lapping at the salty, hairy skin. You then may your way to Naruto, wrapping your hands around both Kiba's and Naruto's cocks whilst shoving your face into Naruto's huge, saggy balls. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you sniff and lick at the blonde's balls - the saggy, steaming hot sack resting on your face as you inhale and inhale. And that's when an idea pops into Naruto's head. "Brooo we should take some pictures of this shit! Could defo use some fresh 'n personal material for my spank bank!" Naruto chimes excitedly, turning his head towards Kiba and then back down to you, a horny sparkle in his eye.

....Of fucking course you agreed! That shit's hot! All three of you were hella down to add some new, premium material to your spank banks! So Naruto n Kiba started directing as if they were SeanCody producers! Numerous different photos were taken, different angles were used, and Naruto and Kiba made sure that both of them equally co-starred with you as the other. Here's a summary of the photos taken: A selfie you took of you on your knees on the floor, with Naruto standing behind you; the blonde's saggy, huge balls resting on your head and covering a part of your face as you show a toothy grin and throw up a peace sign to the camera. A photo of you knelt on the ground and sitting, your dick standing hard. Both Kiba's and Naruto's sweaty, veiny feet were just barely in frame near the bottom, suggesting they were standing above you n taking the photo. You were literally wearing Kiba's pair of musky, damp boxers on your face; the sweaty fabric covering your nose and most of your face, but the leg holes allowed for your eyes to show. And the wet stain near your mouth seemed to suggest that your tongue was out, letting Kiba's salty musk cover your tongue. A selfie taken by Naruto with all three of you in frame. You were in the middle, squished between both guys, face flushed and tears brimming in your eyes. Naruto n Kiba were throwing up peace signs and smiling, but your mouth was too full with Naruto's socks to smile; the salty, sweat-soaked fabric stinging your tongue, along with the scent making its way up your nostrils and making your eyes water. A photo of you on the floor again, kneeling with Kiba stood behind you; his muscular, shiny, tan body on display along with his hard, veiny cock standing HARD. Kiba had his arms in front of you at the sides of your head, with two fingers inside your mouth at each side to stretch your mouth into a lewd smile for the camera; your tongue hanging out of your mouth n drooling spit onto the floor, and your shiny teeth on display. Overall, some pretty high-quality pictures were taken! The three of you would have plenty of erotic photos to get you all through lonely nights!

Though all the teasing and having fun was enjoyable, all three of you had wild libidos; and the very little patience your libidos allowed you all was running thin. So after finishing up those photos, you all came to the consensus that it was about damn time to start fucking! Within a few moments, the three of you were on the bed again; with you on all fours and the guys either in front or behind you. After a rock-paper-scissors match, Kiba won the first round on your ass, with Naruto getting the front. It didn't take long for the three of you to get into it; Eiffel Tower was like second nature to all three of you! So after Kiba made his way inside of you, your mouth was already on Naruto's cock; his dick making its way down your throat, his salty precum n sweat stinging your tongue in the best way possible. The heat in the room increased tenfold, the heavy panting from all three of you not really helping. Moans filled the room as you all went crazy. Your body rocked backwards and forwards, spit roasting you on both Kiba n Naruto's dicks, with one going in and the other pulling out; you fully couldn't catch a break, either your prostate was getting pounded or your throat was stuffed! Kiba was so fucking turned on by the sight in front of him; your thick ass bouncing against his muscular hips, the sight of his long dick disappearing into your ass, and watching your head bop up and down whilst Naruto looked like he was about to bust, it was all just so fucking hot ta him! Naruto on the other hand couldn't get enough of watching you work your magic on his dick. The blonde watched and admired as you sucked his cock with such skill despite literally being spit-roasted; his hand brushing through your slightly sweaty hair and his eyes focused on your wet lips and cute, watering eyes. Eventually, your sex appeal and skill caught up to your guys. Both your ass n your mouth were filled with warm loads of thick, manly spunk; but Naruto n Kiba were very much not done! And you hadn't even cum yet! How could they not keep going when you needed them oh so bad?! So before you could even register the change in position (your head still woozy due to the lack of oxygen from Naruto's cock practically suffocating you), Naruto had dragged you by your legs to the end of the bed. You were lying on your back, your ass hanging off of the bed slightly, but your legs in Naruto's safe hands. Kiba had positioned himself by your mouth, kneeling above your chest with his hard dick hanging above your already fucked-out face. Another round of skin slapping and moans echoing throughout your bedroom occured. Naruto was drilling his hips into yours, holding your legs out on each of his sides by your ankles; his eyes rolled to the back of his head, and his bottom lip harshly caught between his top n bottom teeth in pleasure. Kiba on the other hand was having the time of his life face-fucking you! The dog-man's hips were pistoning into your mouth, his dick forcing its way down your throat and back up; the brunette getting more and more turned on by your fucked out face, your drooling, wet mouth, and also just how fucking sexy you looked taking his dick!

After a few hours of fucking, the three of you had managed to get your fill; each of you having come at least three times! Your body felt stickier than before; cum and spit coating your body along with your sweat from before you all even started fucking! Kiba and Naruto were equally filthy, with your spit and cum coating their bodies. Exhausted and too hot to do anything else, the three of you just stayed in bed; the filthy sheets n the state of your bodies were not a worry at that moment. The room stank of sex, sweat, and cum, but if anything it was kinda comforting? The afterglow was probably to blame for that! You sleepily spooned with Naruto and Kiba; Kiba behind you and your chest to Naruto's back. Your sex drives were satisfied, and you couldn't be more happy. Sounds like a job well done!

[berrryparfait]

Hii this is My first time asking for something like this, but, can you write "How much age difference" love and deepspace boys would hace with his girlfriend? 🥹

age gap(?) ༉‧₊˚.

***i hope u don't mind me giving u a short answer instead of a full fic—i'll def write one in the future if u'd like! <3

honestly, i can see xavier being a couple years (3?) younger than his gf, mainly because he's a little more reserved in nature and would probably be drawn to someone slightly older than him. i also think it would be fun / ironic how he's a freak in the sheets and quite dominant in bed despite his younger age 🤭

in my head, rafayel is centuries older than his gf. mentally, him and his gf are around the same age (same maturity level) but he's existed for much longer due to his status as a god (not canon). i think rafayel being technologically illiterate would be so hilarious and adorable. imagine mc teasing him for not knowing how to use emojis 😆

sylus is older than his gf, ranging from 6 to 20 years older lol. he could either be an oppa type of guy or a full-on silver fox, depending on how dilfy you'd like him to be. he's naturally protective, enjoys taking care of you and makes sure all your needs are met—but at the same time understands you're your own person and knows not to overstep.

i think most people would agree that caleb is older than his gf, maybe about 4 years older(?) he's known her since they were kids so he's also very protective of her, and likes it when she depends on him. ofc, mc wants to be independent and fight her own battles, but she secretly delights in the fact that she can always rely on him should the need arise.

zayne could either be younger or older than his gf, but not by much. i've always seen him as a mix between xavier and caleb (more so xavier, personality wise), so he could lean either way. he gets teased by mc a lot, but also enjoys teasing her back. they have a healthy, mature dynamic with just the right touch of playfulness 💕 and ofc, they both look out for each other at all times.

[souredgrape]

Fake a** Friends

George Clarke x (Fem)reader

WC: 4.1k

Synopsis: in a tight knit group of friends, there’s always one bad egg. However she just can’t seem to let her obsession with a certain man go. The same man you’ve liked for years.

Warning: bullying behaviour. Swearing. Obsessive behaviour. Alcoholism. Smoking. Willne being the no.1 wingman. James being himself.

Sitting in your living room, you were helping Rebecca do her roots, apparently the hairdresser was closed. So you ‘had to do it’ , as she had said. For the past hour you had been listening to her ranting about all the boys she’d be dating recently. You were exhausted. Both of your phones pinged simultaneously, an alert from the group chat. Rebecca looked.

“It’s Georgie!” She squealed, unlocking her phone. “Oh my god he’s invited us all out tonight!” You hummed in response to her loud voice.

“Where?” You asked, pinning up the last of her bleached hair.

“Uhm an Italian restaurant, he’s sent the address. Then he said drinks afterwards. Everyone is gonna be there.” Rebecca told you, replying to him in a sickly way then tossing her phone onto the couch. “I gotta look hot.” She said, looking right at you. “I know you probably don’t own anything sexy, so we can go to mine when you’re ready yeah?” The slight dig was nothing new to you, so you just nod, telling her how long she had on her hair. “I have to wear red, oh and it has to be tight. I need him to ogle me all night.” Rebecca smiled to herself, daydreaming about George like she did most days.

“What about Dan?” You questioned, reminding her of a man she’d been on a date with that week. Rebecca just rolled her eyes, hitting your arm playfully.

“That’s just fun. George is the man I want. And I know he wants me to.” She was so confident. You gave a fake smile, ignoring your own sadness. Because she was probably right. You’d had a stupid crush on him for a while, but you were nothing compared to her. She was curvy in all the right places, a blonde with bright green eyes, her lips and lashes were done. It’s what most guys wanted nowadays.

Whilst she was washing out the bleach, you hunted through your wardrobe, trying to find something nice for the evening. You wandered why you were even trying. With a sigh, you pulled out a dress, looking at it before putting it back. Then you spied a new item you had recently bought. A short black, leather skirt. Yeah, that could work. To go with it you pulled out a long sleeve, off the shoulder top in a colour that would compliment the leather well. Getting dressed, you looked in the mirror, the skirt hugged your hips, the top was tight to your figure too. It was part classy, but nice enough to know you were going out. With this, you put on your boots, tying up the laces when Rebecca came out of the bathroom. She looked you up and down with amusement before shaking her head.

“Do your make up at mine?” It was more of a demand than a question, but you nod nonetheless. “You look adorable by the way.” Rebecca smiled patronisingly.

———

At Rebecca’s house, you were sat at her dresser, applying your makeup carefully.

“How about this?” Rebecca came into the room wearing a fitted, short red dress. It left little to the imagination, with her breasts hanging out and her ass peaking out the bottom. You thought maybe it was a little too revealing for dinner but, if she was happy.

“Yeah it’s nice.” Rebecca scoffed at your compliment, applying a little more red lipstick.

“Nice? It’s not just nice, I look amazing.” She looked over. “Pink eyeshadow? Really?” She asked, looking at you critically. You frowned, holding the brush midair. Letting out a soft breath, you finished off your make up and sat waiting for her. Rebecca was doing a thick Smokey eye, a bold red lip. A little too much for a casual Thursday. But who were you to judge? It took over an hour but she finally finished and you both began walking into town. Rebecca stopped just outside the restaurant, pulling out her perfume and proceeding to spray herself far too many times. You coughed, stepping back. “Oh stop being so dramatic. It’s just vanilla.” She rolled her eyes before walking inside, you following shortly behind. A waiter lead you both to a table in the window, where George was sat with another two mutual friends. Rebecca rushed over. “Hi guys!” She squealed. The group looked up, wincing slightly. George stood, getting out of the booth and giving Rebecca a polite hug in greeting.

“Hey, you’re late.” He chuckled, helping her to sit down in his previous seat. You stood there awkwardly for a moment.

“Well look at me, this takes time you know?” Rebecca swished her hair right in Wills face. George turned to you with a smile, swiftly pulling you into a hug as well. You hugged back, relaxing, all the tension that had built up over the day just faded away.

“You okay?” He asked quietly, not pulling away just yet. You hummed, nodding slowly. George looked at you unconvinced, but let it go and guided you to sit on the seat opposite to the others. He slid in beside you, handing you a menu then retrieving his drink.

“Why aren’t you sat next to me Georgie?” Rebecca asked with a pout, making Will and your other friend, Lisa, look at her funny. George hardly looked up from his menu.

“I’m comfortable here thanks.” You could see that she was annoyed, and you opted to look at the food options as well. “See, should I be really boring and get pizza, or step it up a notch and get the-“ he paused, pursing his lips “-Brand-…brandacujun…” you laughed at his poor pronunciation.

“What is it?” You moved a bit closer, following his finger to where he was looking.

“Dried cod and potato’s.” He drawled, glancing at you with a knowing look. “I’m getting pizza.” You both laughed. Shaking your head, you sat back and placed your menu down.

“I’m probably gonna get the tomato pasta.” You said, getting a nod of approval from Will opposite you.

“Are you finally trying to bulk?” Rebecca questioned. You turned to her confused. “You’ve just gotten really thin lately, that’s all.” She shrugged, whilst you sat there a little shocked. Instead of replying, you checked your phone, not noticing the shared look of disapproval from Will and George.

A waiter had brought your drinks and food, now everyone sat eating quietly. The only noticeable noise was Rebecca’s long nails clicking her phone aggressively. George looked up from his Pizza.

“Who are you talking to? You’re gonna break your phone screen.” He laughed a bit, gaining the tables attention. You put your fork down, wiping your lips free of tomato sauce.

“Oh uh, no one.” Rebecca quickly put her phone away.

“Oh I see, boyfriend?” George wiggled his brows but was met with a deep scowl from the girl opposite.

“As if! I only have eyes for one man!” She declared. You rolled your eyes, wondering if anyone believed her lies. Will leant over, talking into her ear quietly. “Shut up! That’s not true!” Rebecca yelled with anger, slapping Will on the shoulder rather harshly. However Will just chuckled at that, before looking at you. Confused, you tilted your head but he just shook his head in dismissal. George sat back, his arm resting on the back of the booth behind you. You froze slightly, unsure of what to do. Rebecca was glaring daggers at you.

“Ignore her.” George muttered, tossing his used napkin on his plate. Letting out a breath, you rested back, wrapping your arms around yourself. “I like your outfit.” He grinned, shocking you slightly. Gazing up at the man, you blushed slightly.

“Thank you.” You replied sheepishly, playing with the rings on your fingers, causing George to notice. He shifted closer, gently touching the ring on your index finger. It was a simple silver band with a black stone in the centre.

“This is nice.”

“It was my mums.” You clarified with a smile. George simpered, the hand that was on the booth, coming to rest on your shoulder.

“You’re coming for drinks next right? We’re going to that pub that’s just been done up, booked us a table so we’ll definitely have a seat.” George knew of your anxiety, clearly trying his best to persuade you. And it worked because you found yourself nodding. “Good, I’ll make sure you’re sat next to me.” It was as if he were protecting you, but you weren’t sure why.

“Fuck off Will!” Rebecca suddenly shouted, making everyone look at them. The Geordie put his hands up in surrender.

“Stop saying that shit then.” He shot back. You were confused, but Lisa asked for the bill before you could question anything. Her boyfriend was on his way, she’d said so just before the food arrived. The bill was split and everyone got up ready to leave. George took your hand, helping you down from the higher booth. However, he kept your hand in his grasp as your little group began walking down the street. He looked down at you with a cheeky grin.

“This is fine right?” You nod softly, inching just a little closer. Up ahead, Rebecca looked back at you with a look so cold it almost made you flinch. Instinctively, you tightened your hold on George’s hand, which he noticed and tugged you towards him.

Will cheered as the pub came into view, and Lisa ran up to her boyfriend happily. When you went inside, George gave his name and you were lead to a table in the back, by a lit fire. It was cosy, the seat against the wall being cushioned, the chairs opposite mahogany. Quickly, George ushered you into the side against the wall, slipping in beside you. Will sat across from you again, letting out a quiet groan when Rebecca took the space on the other side of George. Lisa’s boyfriend was clearly confused, sitting by Will and listening to the man as he told him something under his breath. You watched them with furrowed brows, wanting to know what the issue was.

“I’ll go to the bar, anyone wanna help me?” Lisa asked hopefully, Will piped up quickly.

“Rebecca will.” She looked at him annoyed but got up and went regardless. You took the chance to lean forward.

“What’s going on?” You questioned lowly. Will shared a look with George.

“She’s getting on our nerves. She’s obsessed with George, it’s fuckin’ creepy man.” He explained. You sat back slowly, looking around for a moment. “Don’t tell us you didn’t know?” Will scoffed with amusement.

“No I know she has a crush on him.” You said, tapping your nails against the wooden table. “I guess I just thought the feeling was mutual.” You admitted, looking from Will to George. He raised his brows in surprise.

“Oh my god, she’s got no chance.” Will laughed, as if it was the most obvious thing to say.

“What?”

“(Y/n), she’s insane.” George looked right at you trying not to laugh.

“Yeah but she’s pretty.” All three of the men sat there started laughing, your eyes widening.

“She’s fake, and toxic. A new man every week. Her lips are about to pop. She’s not pretty, she’s plastic.” George shook his head as he spoke. “And she had the nerve to comment on your body? Ridiculous.” You went a little red, looking down at yourself for a second. “Does she always say things like that?” He turned to you, and you went very quiet. George looked deep into your eyes, but you couldn’t respond as the girls came back with drinks. Your silence was your answer though. Taking your drink, you sipped on the straw, deciding that the fire was more interesting to look at now. Rebecca was being very giggly, moving insanely close to George. It was clear he was uncomfortable. You frowned, sitting forward and watching them interact for a second.

“(Y/n).” Will spoke quietly, gaining your attention. “He doesn’t want her.” He whispered, taking a drink of his beer. You stared at him, trying to read between the lines.

“I’m going for a vape, anyone coming?” No one responded to Rebecca, so she looked at you. “(Y/n)? You’ll come with me.” It was more of a demand than a question. Unmoved, you shook your head firmly. Her jaw tightened, as she left out the back door in a huff.

“Why does she smell like a coffee?” George wafted his hand around in the air. You giggled slightly, turning towards him again.

“A hundred sprays of Kayali.”

“Oh it’s vile.” He shivered, then smiled at you. “Are you cold? You’ve got goosebumps.” He noticed, gently touching your shoulder. You shrugged softly.

“I’ll be fine. Old pubs are cold.” George hummed at what you said, but still, he moved forward and wrapped his arm around you. You went stiff for a moment, but allowed yourself to relax. They were finally starting to notice that Rebecca really wasn’t that nice. So, maybe you could allow yourself to enjoy this treatment. When you finally leant against George’s chest, and picked up your drink, finally just relaxed, the man was beaming. Will gave him a nod of approval, clicking their beer glasses together. George gave your waist a gently squeeze as you all settled into a comfortable conversation.

———

“-no that was James not me!” Will breathed in defiance, the rest of the table laughing at him.

“No im pretty sure you’re the one who stood there blushing like an idiot.” George cackled, his fingers tracing idle lines on your side.

“One, I was not blushing, two, he called me babe!” Will exasperated, finishing his beer off.

“I dunno man, I say you both just kiss and get it over with.” When George said that, Will gave him a very pointed look.

“You can’t talk.” The two men looked at each other challengingly for a while. Lisa shook her head and you both giggled. Coming back from the bathroom, Lisa’s boyfriend took a seat and said.

“Rebecca is still in the beer garden. She’s chatting with some forty year old bloke?” He let the group know, but you weren’t surprised in the slightest. Placing your empty glass down, you sighed.

“Maybe she bumped into Dan.”

“Who’s Dan?” Lisa asked, standing and picking up your glass.

“Her hinge date from last week. He’s like thirty eight. Seems lovely though. She giggles every time he texts…” you trailed off, realising that Rebecca most likely had very real feelings for the older man, she just didn’t know it herself.

“That’s great for her.” George said.

“It is, but she’s so caught up in fancying you that I don’t think she knows.” Will made a noise of agreement at what you said, and George pouted slightly.

“You’ve gotta prove to her that you’re off limits.” Will decided whilst getting up to help Lisa. George, thinking deeply, rested his chin on your shoulder. You didn’t flinch, but you did smile and let yourself admire his side profile. You always thought he had pretty eyes.

“I think I can do that.” He mumbled, looking around the pub. “You don’t mind if we pop out for a smoke break do you mate?” George looked across at the man who was carefully watching his girlfriend at the bar.

“‘Course not. Go ahead.” With a grin, George pulled you up and guided you towards the front door of the pub, out into the brisk night air.

“You don’t smoke? Neither do I?” You were understandably confused. He walked forward, sitting himself on the brick wall that surrounded the building. You stood in front of him, his hair slightly messed up from where he kept playing with it. Naturally, you reached out and fixed it.

“I know, just wanted to talk to you.” George confessed, placing his hands on your waist and tugging you to stand between his legs. You blushed, but kept calm and looked down at him. “You never answered me, when I asked if Rebecca always spoke to you like that?” He pressed gently, thumb moving against your side tenderly. Wetting your lips, you avoided his blue eyes like the plague.

“Yeah, sometimes.” You let out, but he wasn’t surprised in the slightest.

“What does she say?”

“Lots of things.” You scoffed, tucking your hair behind your ears. “It’s usually just patronising shit. Like saying I look adorable or that I just don’t understand because I’ve never had a boyfriend.” George stared up at you intently, subtly drawing you in. “Or that I’m unattractive. You know, men don’t like girls like me, stuff like that.”

“That’s a lie.” He said matter of factly, catching you off guard. When your eyes met again, he let out a small sigh. “She’s such a bitch.”

“She’s our friend George.” You reasoned but he just frowned.

“I don’t want friends like her, that constantly bring you down. That leech off of us and think they’re better than us.” He brought you closer, if possible. “She has the chance to be happy with that man she’s with. Let her figure it out.” George kept his eyes on you as he spoke. You knew he was right, but you still felt a little bad for her. Noticing your mood, George swiftly pulled you down into his embrace. You melted, hugging back immediately. Your arms wound around his neck, burying your face in alongside. Somehow, George guided you to perch on his thigh, his hand rubbing up and down your back. You both stayed like that for a moment, the drama of the table forgotten, not even the cold was bothering you now. He pulled back from the hug, just a little, looking at you with a soft smile.

“What?”

“You’re just pretty.” George smirked, your cheeks warming in a flash. Cupping your cheek, he tilted your chin down, bringing your face just centimetres from his own. Suddenly you felt as though you knew exactly what Will was trying to tell you earlier. Your breath caught in your throat as he slowly leant in. Meeting him half way, you pressed your lips to his, any apprehension you had fizzling away. The kiss was soft and timid at first, testing the waters. It was clear very quickly that you both wanted what was happening, however. George deepened the kiss, his fingers threading through your hair carefully, bringing you flush against him. When you parted, your foreheads rested together, quiet giggles shared between you.

“Think that’ll show her I’m not interested?” George asked smugly, a small scoff escaping you.

“Yeah maybe just a bit.” His thumb stroked your cheek tenderly.

“But you know I like you right?”

“I kinda just got that…” you admitted, leaning into his larger hand, enjoying the warmth.

“Guess I’ll just have to keep showing you.” George mumble before kissing you once more. It was laced with confidence, lips moving together with passion and understanding. His hold on you was tight, kissing you with purpose. The outside world was a blur now, the noise of the night completely fading out. A deep cough unfortunately broke your trance. When you looked up, you were both surprised to see James looking down at you.

“Hey guys.” He had a shit-eating grin. “Will texted and said he felt like a third wheel, which was confusing at first but uh-“ he looked between you. “-I get it now.” James laughed. You were blushing badly, resorting to hiding your face against George’s shoulder as you both stood up.

“Yeah yeah, eat it up, go on.” George was laughing too, but he was also a little red. “Come on, we’ll take you to your lover.”

“You do not get to tease me when you were making out in the middle of the street!” James exclaimed, following behind you and George, who was still chuckling to himself. You clung onto his arm, smiling. Back at the table, everyone was now sat there, even Rebecca. You stood there anxiously, watching Will and James hug and sit down next to each other. George looked at Rebecca.

“Can you let us pass?” He asked politely, as she looked up at him with her bright green eyes.

“I’m sure you can squeeze past me Georgie.” She cooed, not making any effort to move.

“Rebecca, move.” George tugged you closer, clearly getting annoyed. She huffed, getting up to let you both into the seats. George went first, which you were happy about as you didn’t want him next to her. As you passed, Rebecca let her foot stick out, just enough for you to tumble over it. George was quick to react, catching you under the arms and pulling you next to him. “How old are you? Five?” He wrapped his arm around your waist, hand resting on your hip protectively. Rebecca watched, brows furrowed and jaw clenched whilst she sat beside you. Deciding to ignore her, you leant against George and sipped on your fresh drink.

A bit of time passed with little issue, just a few short glares from the blonde. George was extra clingy, but you loved it. His arms were constantly around your middle, his head resting on your shoulder, face sometimes nuzzling your neck. You’d never felt more content in public. For the most of it, you’d been wrapped up in conversation with James for the past twenty minutes, Will and George watching you both fondly. It was nice. To put it simply.

“He looks like a lovesick puppy.” James chortled, pointing at George. Will nod in agreement, putting his pint down.

“Yeah look at ‘im, pining after her.” You blushed at his words, messing with your straw.

“Don’t go shy on us now, you were literally kissing in front of the whole street.” James smirked, causing Will to gasp.

“They did! Fucking finally man. Do you know how long I’ve been listening to him talk about her?”

“Right there’s no need to call me out like that!” George sputtered, a small smile on his lips. You couldn’t help but giggle, finding it endearing. “I could get right back at you and you know it.”

“You wouldn’t.” Will looked worried. James looked confused.

“What? There’s a new girl you’re into?” The tall man asked lowly.

“Actually it’s-“

“Don’t you fucking dare man.” Will cut him off with haste and you quickly caught on, starting to laugh. George beamed, leaning in and pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. You pulled a face.

“Beer.”

“Oh sorry I don’t drink sparkly strawberry drinks like you.” He chuckled, poking your nose softly. You simpered, leaning into him and resting your head on his chest with a content sigh.

“That’s it. I’m leaving.” Rebecca declared, standing up and making the table rock. Everyone looked at her with bewilderment. She turned to you, rage clouding her vision. “You’re such a fake friend, you know that (y/n)?”

“What?” You said, frowning. She laughed falsely, downing the rest of her drink before slamming the glass down.

“You knew I liked him and yet you went behind my back and got with him! You’re such a whore!” Your heart sank at her worlds, mouth going a little dry. Everyone on the table looked at the girl as if she had two heads. George turned you away from her, his arms encasing you protectively.

“Just go. We won’t miss you.” He spat, not even bothering to look at her. Rebecca gaped, not expecting such a cold response from him.

“Y’ never had a chance man.” Will laughed, waving at her with a cocky grin. With an infuriated screech, Rebecca turned and stormed out of the pub. Everyone sat there silently for a moment, before a feeling of calm washed over the table. “Thank fuck for that.” Will spoke first, and everyone laughed a little. Even you.

“You okay?” George asked, running his fingers through your hair. You nod, letting out a breath and feeling yourself relax. “I think we should block her.”

“I’m with you on that, let her be happy with her dilf.” Will decided, pulling his phone out already. You giggled at your friends, their support warming you inside. George kissed your head softly, returning you both to your original position. Everyone around you was so positive, Will had your back the whole night. James was ecstatic to see you with George, even if he did tease you. And George was attached to you now. It was perfect. He even took your phone, blocking Rebecca from your socials. You did hope she’d be happy, in the end. Either way, you were pretty happy with how things were heading. <3

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In the Backstage

SUMMARY: He invites you to watch the inter-school Battle of the Bands where the Pop Music Club will represent Night Raven College and compete with other schools, one of them being Royal Sword Academy. But unfortunately, they come in second place. He also gave you a VIP pass to visit him backstage after the competition.

CHARACTERS: Pop Music Club 🎼 (Cater Diamond / Kalim Al-Asim / Lilia Vanrouge)

TAGS: Fluff; GN Reader; Flirting; Kiss; Comfort

WORD COUNT: An average of 1.330 words per character.

COMMENTS: The Pop Music Club was the first club with the cards released and the first one I wrote something about. But nowadays, and compared to what I've written for other clubs, I thought it was worth writing something new and better. Especially for Cater, Kalim and/or Lilia fans.

I hope you enjoy it. 😉

OTHER CLUBS:

But… We Lost… - Basketball Club (Ace / Floyd / Jamil)

Romantic Experiment - Science Club (Trey / Rook)

For a Quarter of a Second - Track and Field Club (Deuce / Jack)

Unlucky Overtime - Spelldrive Club (Leona / Ruggie / Epel)

A Rainy Walk - Mountain Lover Club (Jade) / Gargoyle Studies Club (Malleus)

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You are at another Unbirthday Party in Heartslabyul when Cater announces that there will be an interschool battle of the bands. The Pop Music Club will represent Night Raven College and compete with other schools including Royal Sword Academy.

The other Heartslabyul students didn't seem very confident that Cater and the others would win.

“Aww, come on...” Cater says disappointedly. “Why are you guys looking at me like that?”

“Well... some of us have already seen the few concerts you've given...” Trey says with that polite smile. “That and...” He smirks “We also know how much effort you guys really put into your club.”

“Auch, you are such meanies.” Cater says sadly. “Do you really have no hope in us?”

“I wouldn't say we have no hope. I do hope you win.” Trey simply says smiling.

“We all want Night Raven College to win, that's not even in question.” Riddle says. “But Trey is right. The three of you have already let it slip that you spend your meetings eating snacks and talking instead of practicing. And I've also seen one of your concerts.” He says with that disappointed face that looks like he's about to sigh. “If you truly want to win against Royal Sword Academy you will have to put in some real effort!”

“I should have known the conversation would go this way." Cater sighs as he plays with a strand of hair. “But you're right, Housewarden. I promise we'll do our best. Anyway, I wanted to invite you all. Ta-da!”

Cater takes five tickets out of his coat pocket and gives them to Trey, Riddle, Ace, Deuce and finally you. “Front row! The best seats!”

“Hey! What about me?!” Grim complains.

“You both count as one student, so you only need one ticket. Isn't that cool?” Cater explains.

Both Ace and Deuce say they believe in Cater and the others to win. Ace because he's a bootlicker and Deuce because he's just that naive. As Grim begins to focus more on the food than on you, Cater gets closer.

“Hey, (Y/N)-chan~” He whispers to you. “You're going to root for me, aren't you~? I got you a special ticket.” He discreetly passes you another paper that said ‘VIP pass’. “You can meet me backstage after the concert if you want. You will make Cay-kun very happy if you do~” he winks.

Cater was really happy to see you in the audience, in the seat he arranged for you, along with the other Heartslabyul students. During the NRC song he looked at you many times.

To your surprise and that of all the other students who had seen them perform before, this time, they were actually taking it seriously. They were having fun as always, but you could tell they had been practicing and were trying hard to win. Lilia didn't even try to do his scream vocals or throw himself into the audience. Okay, he pretended he was going to do it, but just to startle the people at the front of the stage, he didn't actually do it.

The performance really went well, their best concert so far. But... unfortunately... Royal Sword Academy was better. At least for the jury who gave them first place, while Night Raven College got second... as always.

There was a buffet for the guests after the competition and both Trey and Riddle told you that you could leave Grim with them while you went to check on Cater. They could tell that he had worked hard and might be a little down from losing to RSA. They also agreed that you would be the best person to cheer him up if needed.

Using your VIP pass, you entered backstage and passed Kalim and Lilia in the hallways. Kalim was happy to have made it this far to the point of being ranked second among so many other schools with talented students and so was Lilia. But Lilia whispered to you that perhaps Cater would be more cheer up if you went to see him in their dressing room.

You do so and Lilia and Kalim head outside to meet up with the others. When you arrive in front of the door that Lilia indicated to you, you knock on it and tell Cater it's you. He casually asks you to wait just a second, and only then does he open the door for you.

“Hey, (Y/N)-chan~” Cater greets you with his signature smile. “I'm glad to see you using the VIP pass I gave you. I hope you enjoyed our show.”

You tell him you loved it and how it was the best they've ever done, at least compared to what you've seen.

“Aw, you’re so sweet~. We really tried hard this time. It was difficult to convince Kalim and Lilia to take this a little more seriously, but they did it for the school. Ha ha... It's just a shame we didn't win.”

“But you did won.” You say. “Second place at least.”

“Yeah... Second place... You’re right! We won one of the best places and I'm really happy about that. All our training was worth it!” He says with a big smile. “We should go celebrate with the others.”

But you don't move out of his way so he can go through the open door. You knew that was his happy mask and you wanted to talk to him alone, to try to get him to be honest with you.

“Before that, I liked to see your dressing room. I never saw what one actually looked like in real life.” You tell him.

“Oh, it's a little small for three people, but it's actually pretty cool. Come in, I'll show you.”

You walk in and close the door behind you, which Cater doesn't find strange. He shows you the dressing tables that they used to put on their makeup, the instruments that still needed to be stored in the boxes, the cart where their clothes were, etc.

“Cater...” You say almost interrupting him. He looks at you. “I know you're not doing so well. Lilia knows you're not doing so well. Riddle and Trey knew you might be a little sad after all your effort. You can be honest with me.”

“You're all so sweet to worry about Cay-kun so much. But I'm fine, I promise.” He smiles and winks at you.

“Okay. Then give me a hug.” You say, opening your arms.

He's taken a little aback and says that you're really cute, but that he's actually fine. However, you don't low your arms and say that you want to give him a hug to congratulate him on his performance. He sighs and ends up accepting.

He starts by giving you a hug like he always does. But then, the hug becomes a little tighter and more sincere.

“I’m sorry...” He whispers, close to your ear and with difficulty. “...I did my best...” His words were almost inaudible.

You hug him tighter and tell him that you know, that everyone knows, and that it's okay to be sad about not winning first place. You also tell him he can stay there with you as long as he wants until he feels better. Actually better.

This makes him hug you tighter.

“I don't want to waste your time.” He whispers again, as if at the same time that he wants to say it, he doesn't want you to hear it.

“You're not.” You whisper back to him. “You're never.”

He asks again if you really thought he acted well and you are sincere in saying yes and that he can ask whoever he wants, everyone will say it was their best performance. After some time, he breaks the hug and discreetly wipes away a little tear that you hadn't even realized that he had shed.

“Ha ha. This isn't very cute, is it?” He says.

“You are always very cute.” You reply, cupping his face.

“You too.” He smiles and places his hands over yours that you placed on his face. “Do you know what would really make me feel a lot better?”

You smile, showing that you probably know. You move closer to him and he moves closer to you in response, until you kiss. You feel his smile on your lips and then his hands on your back to bring you closer.

“(Y/N)!!!” You hear Kalim's voice shout, approaching, running behind you.

You were in the hallway, in the break between classes with Grim, Ace and Deuce. You turn around and Kalim stops in front of you, tired but with his huge sunny smile on. As he catches his breath, you see Jamil running towards you with that stressed look on his face. Kalim probably started running all of a sudden when he saw you.

“(Y/N)! There's going to be an interschool battle of the bands!” Kalim tells you. “And we're going to compete. You have to come see us!”

“The Pop Music Club will compete for Night Raven College.” Jamil explains. “And the members can invite any students they want to the front rows of the audience.” He took three tickets out of his hoodie pocket and gives one to Ace, one to Deuce and one to you.

“Hey! What about me?!” Grim complains.

“Since you and (Y/N) are counted as one student, you only need one ticket to be able to go together.” Jamil explains.

“I'm so excited! Especially to see you in the audience.” Kalim tells you. “I’ll do my best to give you the best show ever!”

After all the classes, when you were already in Ramshackle Dorm, you hear someone knocking on the door. When you open it, you see Kalim and Jamil.

“Hey! I wanted to give you something else, but Jamil said it was better to do it when you were alone.” Kalim takes a ticket from his pants pocket, a different color from the others, and gives it to you. “It's a VIP pass. I would love it if you could come see us backstage after the competition.”

“If we had given you this ticket in front of the others,” Jamil says with that annoyed expression. “I can easily see Ace and Grim trying to convince Kalim to give them a VIP pass as well. Even though each member only has one VIP pass each to give to someone”

Kalim was so happy to see you in the front row, in the seat he had arranged for you, that he got distracted before they start playing, waving and smiling at you. Cater was the one who called his attention to come back to the drums.

To your surprise and that of all the other students who had seen them perform before, this time they were actually taking it seriously. They were having fun as always, but you could tell they had been practicing and were trying hard to win. Lilia didn't even try to do his scream vocals or throw himself into the audience. Okay, he pretended he was going to do it, but just to startle the people at the front of the stage, he didn't actually do it.

The performance really went well, their best concert so far. But... unfortunately... Royal Sword Academy was better. At least for the jury who gave them first place, while Night Raven College got second... as always.

There was a buffet for the guests after the competition and you took advantage of Grim being busy with the food to use your VIP pass to go see Kalim, Cater and Lilia backstage.

You found them in the hallway. The three of them were smiling and talking excitedly, and when Kalim saw you, his smile grew even bigger and he ran to you.

“(Y/N)! What did you think of our show? Did you enjoy it?”

He was as happy as if he had won first place. You should know by now that winning or not is not what's important to him. As you told them how much you enjoyed their music and how it was probably their best concert yet, Cater noticed something.

“Hey, Kalim, didn't you have a ring on each hand?”

Kalim looks at his right hand, which had a ring on the index finger. Then he looks at his left and sees that there is no ring. Kalim searches through his pockets until he remembers that he had taken off his rings to wash his hands and must have only remembered to put one back on. Cater tells him and you to go back to the bathroom or the dressing room to see if you can find it while he and Lilia go meet the others at the after-party.

On the way to the bathroom, the two of you started talking, about the music, the performance, the competition in general, other things that had nothing to do with anything...

In the bathroom Kalim looks for the ring, but came out saying that he couldn't find it anywhere, so maybe you should look in the dressing room. In the dressing room you look for the ring on the floor, since Kalim said he had sat on the floor packing some things. You find the ring under one of the dressing tables they used to put on makeup, give it to him and he puts it back on his finger. When he does this, you can see his nails better.

“Ooh, you noticed my nails! Yeah, they're gold with a tiger-stripe pattern. Cool, huh? I can help you do your nails like this too. It would be fun if we matched. OH! Speaking of which.”

He walks over to a large cardboard box that was in the corner of the room, opens it, and takes out a white t-shirt.

“Our matching T-shirts are custom-made, you know. We ordered more to sell as merch.” When he unfolds it and shows you the front, it's a t-shirt exactly like his. “Which is how we blew through what little budget we had.”

He walks back to you and hands you the t-shirt. It's a little bigger than the size you normally wear.

“Sorry, we only made one size. I think it was because it was cheaper. He he. It's the same size as ours.”

You thank him and say you're excited to trying it on, so Kalim turns around so you can swap shirts. As soon as you tell him you're ready, he turns around and smiles when he sees you wearing the same t-shirt as him.

“It looks so good on you!” Kalim looks at his hand which has the ring with a red stone. “Hey, try this too.” He takes off the ring from his index finger, comes closer to you and holds out his hand. “Can I?” he asks with a cute smile.

You place your left hand on his right hand and he instinctively puts the ring on your ring finger.

“Another gift for you. For being my best friend and best fan, Heh heh heh. I tried really hard today because I really wanted to make you proud. We didn't get first place, but second is also really cool, isn't it? I won for the school and for you.”

In the midst of so much joy, you end up hugging him to thank him for the gifts and to say that you agree that second place is incredible too. He hugs you back so happily that he even spins you around, making you lift your feet off the ground.

You knew that even if Kalim really liked you, he wouldn't just give you a kiss out of the blue. So you're the one who does it and kisses him on the cheek. He's surprised for a second, but then he kisses your cheek back.

“Even though this day is already amazing.” He says, still hugging you and his face is so close to yours that your noses are almost touching. “The best part is still celebrating with you.” He ends by saying in a lower, more affectionate tone. His eyes inviting you to kiss him again.

You do it, but this time on his lips. You feel his enthusiasm and love not only by the intensity of his kiss but by the way he hugs you tighter.

You were coming back from Mr. S's Mystery Shop, while Grim had stayed at Ramshackle Dorm out of laziness, when you comment to yourself something about the shopping bags being a little heavy.

“You should not be shy about asking a trusted colleague for assistance then.” Lilia says, suddenly appearing upside down.

You get startled and almost drop one of the two bags you were carrying, but Lilia catches it in time.

“You are carrying all these purchases alone? Allow me to be your cute little helper until arriving at Ramshackle Dorm.”

He puts his feet on the ground and walks with you. You ask him if there was any reason for him to be around.

“Do you mean any other than a simple, pleasant walk? Ku fu fu. Well, yes. I was looking for students to invite to the interschool Battle of the Bands. The Pop Music Club will compete for Night Raven College against other arcana academies. One of our enemies being Royal Sword Academy.” He says with that smug smile. “I have a special ticket for you and Grim in the front row, along with Malleus, Silver, and Sebek.”

Lilia makes a ticket appear in his hand and gives it to you. He also explains that since you and Grim are counted as one student, you only need one ticket to go together.

“However,” Lilia smirks. “I have in my possession another type of ticket, an even more special and exclusive one, that I intend to gift to you and only you. Have I piqued your curiosity?”

Of course you are.

“Khee hee hee, that is the spirit! Here.” He makes another ticket appear, different from the first one he gave you. “It is a VIP pass. You can visit us in the trenches after the battle. Or as they call it, backstage.” His smug smile returns. “It would be a great pleasure to celebrate our victory with you.”

Lilia spotted you first. When you saw him he was already looking at you smiling. But during the performance he gave as much attention to you as he did to his Diasomnia boys. If you want to be Lilia's biggest cheerleader, you'll have to compete with Sebek, or simply join him.

To your surprise and that of all the other students who had seen them perform before, this time, they were actually taking it seriously. They were having fun as always, but you could tell they had been practicing and were trying hard to win. Lilia didn't even try to do his scream vocals or throw himself into the audience. Okay, he pretended he was going to do it, but just to startle the people at the front of the stage, he didn't actually do it.

The performance really went well, their best concert so far. But... unfortunately... Royal Sword Academy was better. At least for the jury who gave them first place, while Night Raven College got second... as always.

There was a buffet for the guests after the competition and you took advantage of Grim being busy with the food to use your VIP pass to go see Lilia, Kalim and Cater backstage.

You found them in the hallway. They were smiling and chatting excitedly when they saw you. All three of them really wanted to know what you thought of their performance and you said that it was the best show of theirs that you had ever seen.

While the four of you are talking, Lilia has the feeling of having forgotten something. And then he realizes that he was missing one of the necklaces. He must have forgotten it in the dressing room and suggests that Kalim and Cater go meet the others in the after-party while asking you to go with him to help him look for the necklace.

The two of you go to the dressing room that was provided for the three of them and start looking for the necklace. You ask him if he remembers when he took the necklace off his neck, but... he doesn't. You see him making that sulky face. His biggest pet peeve was missing things and then looking for them, and remember this makes you giggle.

“Are you laughing at my misfortune?” Lilia messes with you. “I lose such an important item and the person I trusted to help me makes fun of my memory loss. How mean. You are so cruel. *snif*” He fake whines.

You know he's just messing with you and tell him that you just thought it was funny because you remembered that it was his pet peeve.

“Do you know what kind of necklace I am searching for?” He asks with a smirk. “It is a long chain with a tag, all made of stainless steel. It's called Dog Tag, or more precisely: Military Dog Tag. Nowadays, many young people use it for style, especially cool band members such as yours truly. But its origins date back a few decades, during a battle between humans, as a way to identify soldiers who were wounded or killed on the battlefield. That is why these tags usually have the names, ranks and even the blood type of the respective soldiers engraved on them. Quite interesting, don't you think?” He smiles casually.

You agree, but ask why he decided to tell you that at that moment.

“Fu fu.” He smiles smugly again, the raspberry red of his eyes piercing you. “You are able to understand why this necklace suits me, correct? Should you not be more careful when laughing at me?”

In response, you smile at him relaxedly and tell him that you trust him.

“Khee hee hee, I'm actually glad to hear that.” Lilia smiles sweetly at you and suddenly seems to remember something that made him bursts out laughing.

You ask what he was laughing at. What had he remembered?

“HA HA HA HA! My memory really is not what it used to be. After our song, I accidentally broke my chain. But Kalim said he knew someone who could fix it and make it look like new. I told him ‘I'm actually glad to hear that’ and he put it in his trouser pocket. Ha ha ha ha!”

So you were looking for something that wasn't even there. And neither Lilia, Kalim nor Cater remembered that. You laugh with Lilia.

“Oh well, at least this little mistake served to spend a pleasant time alone with you.” He smiles seductively, abruptly switching the mood. “You know, second place is as noble a position as first place, but...” he makes puppy eyes at you. “I am quite sad to have dishonored our school by losing again Royal Sword Academy. *snif* Oh, if a loving soul could soothe my sorrows.” He closes his eyes sadly, but opens one to look at you with a sly smile at the corner of his lips.

You chuckle and ask if a hug would help. He says yes and hugs you before you can change your mind.

“At least it was fun.” He says close to your ear. “And it was a good sight to see you rooting for me. You are such a cute fan~” He pulled his head away, but didn't break the hug and pressed his nose against yours, looking at you provocatively. “But I wonder what kind of fan you would like to be. Cater told us some... captivating stories. Fu fu~”

Your noses were touching, but he wouldn't move any further than that. He expected you to take the initiative from there. If you do, and kiss him, you will feel his smile on your lips and the type of his hug gradually changing.

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[nagujake]

୨⎯Use Me⎯୧

pairing: bf!jungwon x fem!reader

synopsis: You've been so stressed and overwhelmed lately, but Jungwon has a way to help you relieve some of your stress.

word count: 1.4k

warnings: Mentions of divorce/toxic household, cursing, kissing, pet names (angel, baby, good girl), thigh riding

MDNI

(NOT PROOF READ)

Your home life wasn’t great, your parents weren’t at a good stage in their marriage and you were honestly just waiting for the day they would tell you they’re getting a divorce. While you’re 19 and could move out, you thought staying at home would keep your mom and dad together. You were hoping you were the glue they needed to keep their marriage going but that just wasn’t the case. Your mental health had also been on the decline because of all your home problems, but one thing you were grateful for was your sweet boyfriend, Jungwon. He truly was the only reason for your happiness anymore and he had always tried to keep things light and fun with you whenever you guys hung out. 

You walked into Jungwon’s house with a shy smile. You were here more than you weren’t nowadays and you always felt pretty shitty about it, you felt like a burden to his parents, regardless of how many times they said you weren’t. While you didn’t like to talk about what was happening in your house, Jungwon had filled them in on everything. 

You made your way to the living room, his mom greeting you from the kitchen “hey y/n!” “Hi Mrs. Yang” you said with a small wave and she smiled at you brightly “dinner is almost ready, have you eaten?” You shook your head softly “okay perfect because I made enough for you too” you bit your lip “thank you… where’s Won?”. She nodded “he’s up in his room”. Smiling slightly, you began walking towards the stairs before turning around “you look really pretty by the way” you uttered out, causing her to giggle softly “thank you honey, Jungwon’s father and I have a party for my job tonight. We’re gonna be leaving here shortly”. “Okay, Have fun!” You stated before turning around and finishing your walk up the stairs. 

You knocked lightly on his door and walked in, finding him with his headphones on, flipping through a school textbook. You slowly shuffled over behind him and put both hands on the sides of his headphones, pulling them off slowly. “Hey” you whispered. He quickly turned around with a smile and stood up, pulling you into a warm hug “hey angel” he left a soft kiss to your head before he pulled away. “You haven’t texted me in a while, I wasn’t sure if you were still coming over” you gave him a confused look “why wouldn’t I come over? I’m always here anymore” you smiled “and I completely forgot my phone at home. I left in a rush because my mom was screaming her lungs out. I just wanted to get out of there”. His expression dropped faintly and he pulled you into him again “I’m so sorry”. You laid your head against his chest and shrugged “it’s okay, I’m used to it” He sighed and loosened his grip on you.

You backed up and moved away, plopping down on his neatly made bed. He smiled at your action and mirrored it, plopping down next to you. “I’m so tired. I didn’t sleep like at all last night. My dad was freaking out on my mom” He turned to face you, head leaning on his palm. “You can move in here, ya know. The offer is always on the table. My parents are totally fine with it” You shook your head “I’m not gonna do that Jungwon. It’s fine, everything is fine” you showed him a fake smile. “You need to stop holding in all your feelings y/n. Bottling them up is gonna make you feel worse“ you playfully rolled your eyes “you’ve heard enough about it Wonnie” He raised his eyebrow at you “I’m your boyfriend, you can talk about it all you want” you turned to him, sleepily “but it gets annoying, I know that and it’s just so frustrating”. He just shook his head in response and crawled up the bed, holding his arms out “come here” you smiled widely and moved up to him quickly. You laid against him, your head on his chest, his arm snaked around you. “You can take a nap if you’re tired baby” You nuzzled into him deeper “I just wanna relax, I don’t wanna go to sleep yet. I missed you today” he smiled warmly but stayed silent, running a hand through your hair. 

The silence in the room made your mind race. All you could think about was your parents. You’ve been through so much mentally and you wanted to vent to Jungwon but you’re doing what you do best, holding all of your feelings inside to not bother anyone else with your problems. You could feel the ache in your chest rising and tears began to pool in your eyes. You immediately adjusted your position, slinging your leg over his so you could shove your face into his chest more. You were now straddling his thigh because you wanted to hide your tears as much as possible, because you knew you were gonna cry. He stayed silent and still as he began to feel your body shuddering lightly, he knew you were crying, you could never hide that from him. His hand sat on the back of your head, just allowing you to cry as much as you needed. “It’s okay angel”. You began to cry harder, the weight of everything becoming too hard to bear. “It’s just so fucking stressful Won” “I know baby”. 

He continued to let you sob into him for a while longer. “Angel, I want you to do something for me” you wiped your eyes clear and looked up at him. “Hm?” He didn’t say anything more and gripped the base of your ass, starting to move his hand up and down, encouraging you to move the same way his hand was. You began to move your hips the way he wanted “Use me to relieve your stress baby girl”. You pushed your hips harder onto his thigh and began grinding. Your hand moved to his shoulder, gripping roughly to ground you, while your hips started to move at a faster pace. A pleasurable thrill shooting through your body and straight to your core. “Fuck..Wonnie” you whined out. You sat up, your other hand moving to his other shoulder, allowing you to push yourself harder into him and get more friction. 

One of his hands laid perfectly on your waist, and the other flew to your head, pushing your face into his. The both of your lips met in a frenzied kiss, and you whimpered into his mouth feeling the coil tightening in your stomach. You pulled away, breathing heavy and small beads of sweat starting to form on your face. You glanced down at his crotch, his cock hard to miss as it was straining in his shorts. One of your hands came down, rubbing on his cock and frantically trying to release it from its fabric prison but he gripped your wrist to stop you “no angel, only you tonight”. His simple words made you moan and he pulled your hand to his face. He began leaving small kisses on your fingers, just a small act of affection as you destroyed yourself on his thigh. “W-Wonnie.. I’m gonna cum” he smirked at your words and nodded “come for me angel, keep fucking yourself on my thigh baby”. His eyes fell to your center, shorts completely soaked from your hurried grinding. “God, you’re so fucking wet baby” Eyes fluttering shut, you threw your head back and moaned louder, your orgasm just seconds away. “Jungwon! Oh my god!” You let out a string of whimpers as your climax hit you like a ton of bricks. He gripped your hips again and continued the harsh rubbing for you to ride out your high “Yes baby, let it all out”. As you finally stopped trembling you dropped yourself onto his chest, yours heaving up and down quickly to catch your breath. He tangled his hand in your hair and kissed your head “good girl, how did that feel?” You smiled against his shirt “so good” you muttered out before closing your eyes. 

After a few minutes, Jungwon noticed your breathing return to normal and your body become heavy against his. He looked down at you, eyes completely shut, and mouth slightly agape. You had fallen asleep, which he knew you needed. He smiled and laid his head against yours “my sweet angel”.

[hwaslayer]

the space between us three (jyh) | ten.

⇢series masterlist | series playlist

⇢summary: while juggling the demands of life, yunho continues to do his best to raise his independent 11 yr old daughter, seora. throughout the years, they've built a strong foundation, an unbreakable bond— one that consists of late night talks and food runs, father/daughter dates, and sideline cheerleading at her basketball games. so when you unexpectedly come into their world, things shift. despite the uncertainty and the fear of stepping outside of their comfort zone, yunho and seora eventually learn how to open their hearts and learn how to rebuild a home where three can thrive together.

⇢pairing: single dad!yunho x f. reader

⇢genre: (18+ - minors dni) strangers to lovers, single dad au | fluff, angst, smut

⇢word count: 4.6k

⇢chapter content/warnings: cussing/mature language, hwa just hella unsure and causing problems lol, typical yunho x oc being cute af, making out, a lil bit of some dry humping, flashback scene of yunho taking seora to see her mom, crying, yunho opens up to seora about his relationship and it goes south

⇢a/n: the hongjoong fic is starting! you can find it here in case you missed it <33

"Hey." You pop into Noeul's cubicle, welcoming yourself into the free chair. "How's it going?" You're taking a break after the emails briefly stopped flooding in, checking in with your bestfriend. She seems better, but you know where her mind is still at.

"Hey cutie." She looks at you. "It's been alright. Dealing with some more internal issues, but nothing too bad." She chuckles. "Finally got a minute to breathe?"

"Mhm."

"Seeing your man later?"

"Mhm." You respond in a sing-song tone. "Can't wait. Miss him." 

"Cuties. Love you two."

"Have you talked to Seonghwa?" You ask, just to give her time to vent if needed.

"Nope."

"He didn't text you back?"

"Um, no. No he hasn't." She gives you a tiny, forced smile and it breaks your heart. "He's been ignoring me, actually. I saw him this morning on the way to the office, and I thought it was my window to talk to him."

"But? Did you guys make contact?"

"Yeah, but he literally popped out his phone and made a beeline for the entrance." She scoffs. "Yoori's also been majorly giving me the eye."

"Well."

⇢FLASHBACK

noeul: hey, can we talk?

hwa: sorry, not a good time. swamped today.

noeul: okay, so can't we talk after work?

hwa: can't.

noeul: seonghwa, really?

"Sorry." Seonghwa says as he slips into Yoori's office, her face unamused when he finds him tucking his phone into his pocket. "I just got caught up with something."

"Noeul, you mean?" She looks at his pocket and he lets out a heavy sigh.

"No. I was editing an article I need to get out before the end of the week."

"Right." Yoori looks at him over her computer. Seonghwa can tell she's still not happy. And although he doesn't blame her, he is getting tired of the attitude. Of her temper and being short with him. Of keeping within the same routine. He tried to make it up to her. Tried to make this different.

But in the end, it didn't feel so different and he doesn't want to continue if it'll keep heading down this route.

He does think about the fun he had with Noeul. He thinks about having more fun with her. He thinks about how maybe, Noeul would be different. A different kind of fun for him.

"I didn't come here to fight." Seonghwa sighs. "I wanted to ask if you wanted to go out to dinner tonight."

"Not really."

"Why not?"

"I don't really wanna be out tonight, especially after the day I've already had."

"I'm sorry, but what does that have to do with me taking you out to dinner? I'll pick you up and drop you off. Or, you can stay at mine if you want."

"Seriously Hwa. Not tonight. Can we raincheck?" He sighs again and nods defeatedly.

"Yeah sure."

"Is there anything else?" She asks him and he just shakes his head. Feeling like he wasted his time to see her. He was excited to see her and ask her out tonight.

But, that went down the drain.

And now, as he's heading back to his office, he's staring at the thread between him and Noeul. Wondering if he should text her and finally talk to her. He's starting to think that Noeul wasn't just that shiny new toy to him and that his heart hasn't truly belonged to Yoori all this time.

Maybe, he needs to break free if all they do is go in circles.

Circles he feels obligated to follow because Yoori is all he's known these past months.

⇢END

"I'm sorry." You brush her hair away from her face.

"Maybe I am just stupid."

"You're not. He's just.. not the right guy, and that's totally fine." You look at her, slightly frowning. "You'll find someone who is worthy of your love and will shower you with the love you deserve."

"I know, but why can't I let go of it? We literally made out at your birthday and that was it."

"Well, you had fun with him. You were with him for the majority of the night. He's attractive too, I can't lie." You shrug. "But, he also needs to really get his shit together, especially with the whole Yoori thing. You don't wanna be another part of that equation, and you don't deserve to." She sighs.

"I just gotta let it go. You're right. It makes no sense for me to hold onto this. He's with Yoori and there's no changing that."

"Quite frankly, I don't even know if Yoori has him." She looks at you, forehead crinkled. "Okay, sorry. Point is, he needs to get himself together and you deserve someone who is sure of you. They'll come along, no doubt."

"I hope so."

"My sweet Noeul." You throw your arm around her. "Come over sometime this week or weekend? We can have a girl's night. I'll tell Sian, too."

"I could use another shopping date. I need a new, cute but functional, everyday bag."

"Are we thinking luxury bag?"

"Maybe."

"Treat yourself! Let's do it." Noeul smiles. "There she is."

"Love you."

"Love you, too." Your phone dings, signaling a text from Yunho and another coworker about a project-related. order "Let me get back to work. I've gotta check on this order I placed for the team. They needed specific electrodes for this study and they said they'd have it by a specific time this week. Gotta make sure it's on track."

"Goodluck."

"Thank you. Text me if you need anything? Or come bother me if you have time." She nods.

With that, you text your coworker back as you head to the procurement facility to check on the status of their order. It's an elevator ride down to the basement, and luckily, there isn't a huge line or a lot of people crowding the area to pick up orders. You find your contact to get an update, relieved it should be delivered tomorrow and can be picked up before lunch time. You relay the info to your coworker as you head back upstairs to your desk, the emails and task items slowly building post-break.

yunho: can't wait to see you later pretty girl

you: excited 🥰 what's lunch?

yunho: surprise!

you: boooooo

yunho: don't give me that, cutie. it'll be worth it! 

yunho: gtg, gotta look into one of the systems slowing down

yunho: 😘

You set the phone down to get back to work, only to come back to it with another text from Yunho.

yunho: damn kiss me back at least??????

you: can you go?! 😂

you: 😘

You giggle to yourself, finishing up the other tasks that have made its way to you before lunch time comes around the corner. You get the usual text from Yunho letting you know he was heading to your meeting spot, so you grab your water bottle and head out. It's a bit chilly outside, causing you to wrap your jacket around you tightly— easily finding Yunho's tall figure ahead.

"Hi." You giggle when Yunho pulls you in for a tight hug and presses a kiss to the top of your head.

"Missed you, pretty girl." He raises a cute bag up. "Made some kimbap with Seora last night."

"I missed you, too." Your eyes glow at the bag. "That's so sweet. Can't wait to eat 'em for lunch, I'm sure it's delicious." You smile, tiptoeing to give him a curt peck on the lips. You feel Yunho smile against the kiss, subtly biting his lip when you pull back.

"Can we get to the car? Now?"

"Yunho." You laugh, squealing when Yunho laces his hand with yours—rushing over to his car in the staff garage and dragging you along. He has long strides, so you're having to keep up 10x more than normal. "Yunho! You're a giant, I can't keep up!" He laughs when he decides to carry you and gets you into his car— immediately sliding into the driver's seat and reversing out of the spot. "Why are you rushing?!"

"Because we're on a time crunch and I just need my time with you. What do you mean why?" You snort. 

"Uh huh."

"I also just want you on my lap, is that so much to ask?" You let out a cute yell, making Yunho laugh even louder. He makes his way to the usual trail and lake, parking underneath the shade since the sun is out despite the chill. He pops open the large container, showing you the different kinds of kimbap they made. He hands you some chopsticks, allowing you to dig in first and give an honest review.

"Yum! This is so good, Yu." 

"Yeah? You aren't lying?" He looks at you, maintaining eye contact until you break first.

"Swear." You chuckle.

"Your mom and dad said it was good, too. I'll give credit to Seora for the idea and for planning out what kimbap we'd make."

"The girl's got taste!" You pop in another one, looking out at the lake ahead. There's a few people walking the trail, elderly couples holding onto each other as they take their time with their stroll or runners getting a workout in before it gets too late in the afternoon. Ducks are taking a dip in the lake, squirrels running up the trees. 

It's a nice reminder of life's little blessings.

"Hey." You turn in the passenger's seat, tucking your leg underneath the other to sit comfortably.

"Yeah, baby?"

"How was it? Did you take Seora to the cemetery?"

"Yeah." He smiles. "It was good. She was really happy."

"Did she get to decorate?"

"Lots."

⇢FLASHBACK

"What's that?" Yunho asks as he drives over to the cemetery, briefly glancing at Seora's lap when he gets a chance.

"You know how I got into crochet kits lately?"

"Yes, I'm reminded by the monthly subscription that goes through on my card." Seora laughs. "You're making good use of it."

"Yeah. I made one from the Hello Kitty line I got in. I made the Little Twinstars." Seora raises the two. "They're holding hands. I know they're siblings but I wanted it to be like.. me and mom."

"That's cute." Yunho smiles a bit.

"I also made this sushi and named it Oishi. It has a little slice of tamago on the top." Yunho laughs.

"You're just like your mom. Inspiring and creative." Seora smiles.

"Then, I made a drawing of our picture."

"It's beautiful."

"And a threaded bracelet."

"Wow, you really got to work." Seora shows her wrist and holds it near her father's by the wheel. 

"She can match us now."

"That's right." Yunho pulls into the cemetery and drives toward the columbarium. He parks near the front doors, letting out a sigh when he shuts off the car. "Ready to go, ace?"

"I am." She nods with a soft smile. Yunho quickly hops out to help Seora out of the passenger seat, shutting her door for her when she climbs out with all her things. Yunho walks alongside of her as they enter the quiet, still building. Seora holds onto her father's arm as they walk down the hall, Yunho leading her through the familiar path towards Eunha.

"Here." He brings her in front of her niche, looking down to see her reaction. She slowly steps forward, her hand touching the glass.

"Mom." She says quietly.

"Go ahead." Yunho hands her the key to unlock the little glass door. She takes it, slowly sliding the key into the lock before twisting it open. 

"Brought you some stuff that I made." She says quietly. Yunho watches with a smile on his face as Seora continues to explain to her mom what each item is and why she brought it. Once the decorations are settled to her liking inside, she lets out a sigh and drops her head. He hears her sniffling, her hand coming up to wipe her tears away.

"Ace?" He comes from behind, hands on her shoulders.

"I just miss her." Is all she says before she turns to dig her head into her father's chest. 

"Oh, ace." Yunho holds her close, gently rubbing her back as she continues to quietly cry— tears a sign of all the pain and sadness she harbored over the years. "I'm so sorry, babygirl." He whispers against the top of her head before placing a small kiss to the surface.

The days and nights of longing for a mother's love, a mother's touch. 

Yearning and needing.

All coming to surface.

"Can we sit here for a bit and talk about mom?"

"Of course."

"I remember some things."

"You do?" Seora nods. She remembers a few core memories from when she was small; they're all bits and pieces, fragments of the past when she wished she had all the puzzle pieces together to see the bigger picture. But, she remembers. She remembers pieces of her mom and that's what matters to her, that's what she'll hold onto tightly.

She remembers when she finally stopped whining and crying during swim class— finding the courage to join the other toddlers in the water to learn how to float and get used to the feeling. She remembers her mom encouraging her with her sweet tone, telling her she believed in her. She remembers the kiss to her forehead, feeling it against her skin like it was just yesterday.

And Yunho listens.

He chimes in with a few other stories from when she was a baby, the two of them giggling and in good spirits while sitting around Eunha. The hour goes by so quickly, it feels like 5 minutes to the two.

⇢END

"That's so sweet."

"Yeah, we spent about a good hour there. Gonna make it our weekend thing besides our little dates and her games."

"Cute." You smile. "You should." The both of you are sipping water, popping in some gum post-meal. "I'm glad you two had that time together and will keep it a part of your schedule."

"Yeah." Yunho leans his head back against the headrest, eyeing you up and down as much as he possibly can from his seat. "Come here, baby." He says lowly, subtly licking his lips.

"Hm?" You hum, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.

"C'mere." He gives you a look, adjusting his seat back to make room for you.

"Babe, people might see us!" You say, even though you're already preparing to take your seat on your man's lap. 

"And I do not give a fuck." He laughs. "They can have a free show." He watches as you climb over, straddling his lap. "Besides, you're already here. Did you really have strong opinions about it in the first place?" He looks up at you as you trace his jaw with your thumb. He takes your hand in his, kissing your fingers, your knuckles.

"Maybe, maybe not." 

"Mm, tease, aren't you?" He smirks, lips edging towards yours. He licks his lips, hands gripping at your hips to keep you close. "Hm, pretty girl?" He whispers just as his lips graze yours, followed by a light, feathery kiss. You finally dip forward to lock him into a kiss.

It's soft at first. Sweet. 

Yunho's lips against yours feel perfect. Like it was molded to fit yours, to console you, to keep you safe;

Like it was made to love you.

Your hands fall to his cheeks, thumb pads grazing the surface, his jaw. The kiss deepens quick, tongues moving together in a slow dance. Yunho grip on your hips tightens, egging you to move on him. 

And you do just that.

Slowly, eagerly. With intent, meaning.

"Yunho." You breathe out, trapping him into another kiss just as he bites onto your bottom lip and tugs it back. 

"Yeah, baby?" He whispers, hand coming up behind your neck; fingers threading through your hair to keep you close. 

"Wish we could be home right now."

"Say the word and I'll take you home." You giggle against his lips, pecking him once more.

"You've gotta pick up Seora later."

"I can stop by yours before I do." He leans forward to continue kissing you like there's no tomorrow. "I plan to tell Seora tonight, by the way." You pause, hands still cupping his cheeks.

"A-are you sure, love?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" He rubs at the sides of your thighs, but you sit back— titling your head as you look at him.

"Maybe we should wait a bit more? You just took her to the cemetery to see her mom, Yu. She might need time."

"She'll be okay. I just.. I wanna tell her sooner than later. Or else, I'll feel like it's never the right time and that's unfair to you."

"Well, she's the one who matters the most."

"I promise she'll be fine. You trust me, right?"

"I do. It's not that. I'm just not sure how she'll react." It's true, you don't know how she'll react and that's what you're afraid of. You're afraid she'll take it the wrong way, you're afraid she'll never look past it. You're afraid she'll never accept this.

And if she doesn't, then it'll be something you'll have to accept.

Seora will always come first and you will never do anything to challenge that. To break her beautiful relationship with her father, to ruin her comfort zone.

"Either way, it's going to be an adjustment, but we'll make this work."

"Together?"

"Always." His eyes fall to your lips before he dips in for another sweet, long kiss. You giggle after awhile, breaking the kiss to look at your phone.

"Fuck. Maybe we should head back." You flash your phone at him, seeing there's only about 10 minutes left of break." Yunho sighs, groaning a bit.

"Fine."

"Grump." You joke as you climb back into the passenger's seat.

"No seriously, can I pop in before I pick up Seora?"

"Yunho." You pinch his arm. "And be late to pick her up? Absolutely not."

"Ah— okay." He pouts as he starts up the car and begins to head back toward the hospital. "Are you working from home any day this week?"

"Maybe." You laugh, and he wiggles his eyebrows. You swear Yunho is such a dork, but you fall for him more and more every day. 

"There's my invite." 

"You're too much." He slides his free hand into yours, kissing the surface.

"Just love my time with you, that's all." He smiles softly. Yunho looks at you, and he just feels love. He feels lucky to have found someone again who understands him, takes him for him and is willing to love him and all that he comes with. 

He doesn't want to lose that.

Even though he knows it'll be tough, he doesn't want to lose that.

The ride back to work is quiet besides the tiny kisses shared before hopping out to get back to your offices. You've got a few hours left in your workday, and for Yunho, it's a little longer in comparison with all the tickets he's helping the team with. He's also got a check-in meeting to finalize the plans for the new unit before he can wrap up and call it a day.

All in a day's work.

"Hey." He hears a familiar voice as he straps in his backpack and throws his hat on before heading out for the afternoon.

"What's up?" Yunho looks at Seonghwa with a small smile. "You look beat."

"I am." 

"Didn't you see Yoori earlier?" Seonghwa walk alongside of his bestfriend as they head out to the staff garage.

"Yeah. That didn't go all that well."

"Well, how do you expect her to act?" Seonghwa shrugs.

"I don't know, but quite frankly, I'm getting kinda tired of it."

"What?" Yunho snorts. "You wanted the casual, lowkey thing."

"Yeah, but things were kinda changing. Now, we barely even do anything. We don't go out, we don't have fun. Nothing. It's usually a quick outing to eat or else we stay at each other's places."

"Isn't that the point of lowkey and casual?" Yunho looks at him. "What's making you second guess? Noeul and the whole club thing?"

"Maybe?" Yunho shakes his head.

"Figure it out first. Don't get Noeul wrapped up in this even more if you aren't sure."

"I feel bad, I brushed her off earlier."

"Exactly, Hwa. Don't do that. Not only cause she's Y/N's friend, but you don't string someone along because you want a fun backup." Hwa sighs.

"It's not even just that."

"Then?" Yunho unlocks his car and tosses his backpack in the trunk.

"I don't know."

"Figure it out, my guy. Wouldn't hurt to get expedited shipping on that either. Someone's gonna end up real hurt if you aren't honest about what you want and need right now." Hwa sighs. "Can never be simple with you, can it?"

"Anyway. Did you see Y/N earlier?"

"Mhm. Of course." Yunho chuckles.

"Are you still planning to tell ace tonight about you two?"

"I think so, yeah. I kinda just wanna rip the bandaid off."

"Goodluck. I'm sure she'll be fine eventually. But, let me know how it goes."

"Deflecting." Yunho teases making Seonghwa roll his eyes as he starts to back away towards the direction of his car.

"Fuck off, alright? Tell ace I said hi." Yunho chuckles before sliding into his car and heading out to pick up his daughter and his tiny-but-not-so-tiny bestfriend. He parks in the school's lot, walking over to the gym to catch the tail end of practice. He watches as they run their last play of the evening, running a few minutes over time. Coach calls it, yelling out the play until the girls run it all the way through in perfection. Yunho nods, loving these moments when he can see his baby girl in action. He greets a few of other parents before watching Seora drag herself to the locker room to grab her things and head home. "Hey ace." Yunho says when he sees Seora dragging her huge duffle bag along. He laughs and takes it from her, slinging the strap over his shoulder. "How was practice?"

"God, awful. We ran so many of the plays just to get a feel for it for the next playoff game."

"That's good."

"Not good. My legs are beat." She looks up at him as she sips her water bottle. "What's dinner?"

"Was thinking we could just do kimchi-jjigae."

"Mm. Yum!" She says, throwing her backpack in the trunk once it's popped open. "Sounds good right about now."

"Yeah, doesn't it?" When the trek home begins, Seora starts to tell her father about her day and how much of a good day she had. None of her friends were out sick, and they got to watch movies in a couple of her classes. The more he hears her talk about her day, the more he feels the guilt building in the pit of his stomach.

Because he would be the reason that would change.

The reason why her day would ended on such a dramatic, life-changing note.

But, he keeps himself strong— keeps his decision firm because he knows he just has to do it. He looks at her and cherishes her smile and her laugh, hoping he could still see those same bright features once he lays it all out for her. For the future.

He hopes he doesn't lose his baby girl.

When they get home, they greet your parents through the kitchen window and more guilt settled into the pit of his stomach realizing that would be the next step.

You, handling your parents. Hoping they'd support you in this relationship.

Yunho kicks off his shoes and Seora races to the bathroom to shower and get comfy. He decides to get the kimchi-jjigae and rice going before washing up for the night and getting into some pajamas. By the time everything's finished, Seora is already sitting at the table watching her show while Yunho brings over the hot pot of kimchi-jjigae to the center of the table. He grabs their bowls to put some rice inside before setting them down next to the pot They say their grace before digging in, Yunho indulging in the show she has on. She explains the current plot, keeping her father up to date on all the drama that's happened so far. They talk about other shows and upcoming movies in between, Seora basically planning one of their dates as another movie date.

This time, at a different theater. One that has different themes in each theater room, and it switches out almost every month. 

Yunho just agrees, wanting to take Seora anywhere just so she could be happy and they can spend time together outside of the house. When dinner is done, Yunho and Seora clean up the dishes and close out the kitchen, but Seora finds it a good time to dig for some dessert to balance out the savory meal they've had.

Yunho also finds it a good time to just cut to the chase.

Let her know what's been going on.

"Ace."

"Hm?" She digs through the fridge.

"Can I talk to you for a sec?"

"If it's about me being head deep into the fridge to find dessert, I'm sorry dad, but I have no regrets." Yunho chuckles.

"No. Listen to me." She shuts the fridge emptyhanded.

"We need more desserts."

"Noted." Seora senses the shift in his tone. The dip.

"What is it, daddy?"

"I've... been seeing someone for awhile now."

"Like friends? I see my friends all the time?"

"No, dating. As in a relationship."

"Dating? Relationship?"

"Yeah." Yunho swallows the lump in his throat when he sees the smile on her face die and turn into a frown. Here it goes.

"Dating?" She repeats in utter disbelief. "So, what was the weekend all about?"

"What does the weekend have to do with what I'm telling you, baby girl?"

"Mom? Visiting her?" She scoffs. "Do you even remember Mom like that, or are you just replacing her with someone because it doesn't even matter anymore? Replacing her with someone who knows where the freaking juice is in the fridge—"

"Seora." Yunho furrows his brows. "Hey, stop that. You do not say that to me. I never said she was replacing your mom. I could never. I just wanted to tell you when the time felt right—" He falters. She stares back at him— expression unreadable at first, then her eyes flicker. "It isn't about forgetting her at all."

"It's about you. It's all about you!" Her tone raises. "You moved on. You moved on and didn't think I'd notice. You're clearly forgetting about her and moving on. You literally don't even care—"

"Seora, that's enough!" She scoffs again, rolling her eyes as she turns to head towards her room. "I thought you'd respond better than that."

"What do you expect me to say, dad? Congrats?!" She pauses and shakes her head. "Whatever. Have fun playing house with your new girlfriend."

"Seora!" She slams the door to her room, leaving Yunho dumbfounded in the living room. His jaw ticks, and he's not sure how to navigate this. Seora has never been this mad at Yunho and vice versa; sure, he's had to calmly discipline her before and correct mistakes, but they've never had this big of an argument.

Whenever they'd disagree, he knew it could easily be salvaged. They'd talk about it, Yunho would fix things patiently. They'd get back to the way they were. Seora would take her lessons to heart and wouldn't make the same mistake again because she'd never wanna disappoint her father, the most important man in her life. Her bestfriend.

Now, it doesn't feel so easily salvageable. Yunho has never seen her so mad. He's never felt this much anger and disappointment. He's not sure how long it'll take to blow over, or how they'd even move past this.

All he can do is sigh, running his hand through his hair before he mutters a short 'fuck' to himself. He cleans the living room and shuts off the lights for the night, sadly heading to bed when Seora doesn't come out for the rest of the evening. No goodnight's, no 'I love you's,' no hugs. And Yunho knows he shouldn't let them go to bed like this, but he knows she needs time. He needs time. He doesn't wanna make this worse, and he doesn't wanna do anything to hurt her more.

But, he expected this. He should've known. So, why doesn't he feel prepared at all? 

Where does he go from here?

"Hey babe." Yunho feels himself relax a bit as he settles into his sheets, letting out a small sigh. "You okay?"

"I don't know. Definitely did not go as planned." You feel your heart beating against your chest, anxiety slightly rising. Of course it didn't go well. You also expected it, so why don't you feel prepared at all? 

What a silly question to ask, Y/N.

"I'm sorry." You respond softly. "Maybe she really just needed time, Yu."

"I guess. Maybe it is my fault." He says defeatedly. "I don't think any other time would've been the right time, and I think she would've reacted this way regardless." He sighs. "But, part of me really hoped she'd be open to it. I don't know what to say to her, I don't know what to do. We've never been in an argument like this."

"Don't push her any further on this, okay? Let it settle and talk about it with her when things feel better."

"Yeah."

"We'll get through this, remember?"

"Mmyeah." He tries to be positive, but it's already killing him how upset Seora is. The silence on the phone is telling, and the silence is enough to scare you. It only makes you fear telling your mom even more, knowing she won't be supportive of it either.

You've talked about the possibilities, so why don't the both of you feel prepared?

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[yourstrulyrani]

reader x ghost except reader is middle eastern and kinda self conscious of how her arms are lowkey as hairy as his and thinks shes “less feminine” for it (im projecting)

simon riley x sergeant/woc!reader summary: you hate your arm hair amongst other things, but simon couldn't care less. & a little banter about colonizing w/ simon bc he's a british babe LMAO a/n: OMG YES PLEASE I'M PAKISTANI AND I HAVE ARM HAIR SO THIS SPOKE TO ME OMGGGG YESSSSSSSS PLEASEEEE i love your mind. i had so much fun writing this btw.

If Simon Riley was given the chance to describe you, "unfeminine" wouldn't be on the list. You thought otherwise, however.

"I mean look at this, LT. I have as much arm hair as you at this point." You huffed in frustration. You were in the fitness center on the treadmill, trousers and short-sleeved shirt showcasing your arms. You knew you had hair. You didn't have to use eyebrow pencil because your eyebrows were already thick enough. You didn't have to use mascara all the time because your eyelashes were long enough. You barely even used any hair products because thank goodness the hair on your head was healthy enough.

You loved your hair until it came down to your arms. You extend your arms out in front of you, showing your lieutenant the hair growth on them. He was on the treadmill beside you running. While you huffed in frustration at your physical appearance, he was huffing because of physical exertion.

He slows down the speed to a brisk walk before talking to you. "It's just hair, you know." He shrugs his shoulders, "Normal."

You squint at the tall man in annoyance. Why is he so nonchalant about this? "Easy for you to say." You bite back. "As a woman I shouldn't have this much hair on my arms. It's weird and not even feminine."

"Said who?" He tilts his head. If he had the courage. (which he still has yet to build up even after working with you for several years) he would take you by the arms, pin them over your head, and make out with every inch of your body until he gets in between your legs. Hopefully then, you would feel like a woman. tell you how beautiful you were. That you were, to him, the epitome of being a woman. You were strong-willed yet kind, fierce yet ethical, and had a job that most men would rather scurry away from than ever think of pursuing.

"Said the models on social media." You let out a breathless exhale. "Said the girls on Youtube who give you 'tips and tricks' on how to get a guy."

"The only thing that isn't feminine are the women telling you that you aren't feminine because of some hair, Sarge. Hair is hair. Never hurt anyone." You give him a glance. Most men wouldn't say that. They'd tell you to shave or wax it off. But not Ghost, you can see the truth in his eyes. He truly doesn't mind.

He continues on, "Also, it's normal because of your genetics. People in the Middle East, Asia, and generally warmer areas are genetically designed to have more body hair because it provides thermal protection. Your ancestors had it so it was just something that has passed on." Ghost continued on his reassurance that your hair was perfectly normal.

You never thought about it that way. You never saw it in that light, that it was simply for your protection. You then thought about the other things you thought were weird, like your nose. You knew that a nose job wouldn't hurt, but some of your ancestors had this same nose.

What would you gain if you altered a piece of their history that you literally, physically, had on you? You wouldn't be any better than the colonizers who stole from them.

You decided to banter, "That's rich coming from a Brit you know. The only reason so many countries have an independence day is because of Britain."

Ghost lets out a throaty chuckle, "I'll take care of the reparations then, Sarge." Ghost takes a look at your arms. Something human and feminine. "I meant what I said though, about the whole arm hair thing. Hair is normal. Don't be ashamed of something you have because someone told you otherwise." He paused, taking a look at your sweat-glistened body. "You're perfect the way you were made." The sentence came out in a mutter, fearing that it was too intimate for a man like him. He hoped you didn't hear it either, which was a success.

You gave Simon a warm smile, "I know you mean it, LT."

"Simon works too you know," he offers you his name.

"I know you mean it, Simon." His name escaped your lips in a pant because of your current cardio session on the treadmill and immediately Simon felt his shorts grow tighter in the middle. He tried to sneakily adjust himself by tugging at the ends of them, his body lowering and knees pointing outwards for a moment to adjust.

If Simon Riley was given the chance to describe you, "unfeminine" wouldn't be on the list. There would be feminine. Amongst dangerous, sweet, desirable, lovable, cherished, and so close to ruin yet so far to even have.

Sometimes as a white guy, specifically British guy, Simon would never think of pursuing a woman like you. Not in the sense that you were unworthy, but that you needed a man who was worthy of you. Your culture was rich and he was one of many witnesses of it. He saw the flag on the right shoulder of your uniform that wasn't the American or the Union Flag. He saw the way your lips would curl to speak your language that wasn't English. He saw you in the kitchen on base in the middle of the night cooking alongside little steel tins of various spices. He heard the way your accent coated your tongue when you spoke English. You were a woman to be respected. A woman of so much history. A woman whose ancestors fought his own people in resilience. Simon, because of this, saw himself to be a man with such little potential.

The professionalism between a sergeant and their lieutenant was a dynamic Simon never thought about sabotaging until you became that special sergeant.

(i need me a british man so he can pay his reparations by going down on me and licking my cl— OMG WHO SAID THAT)

[wroetominter]

Clueless - George Clarke

In which George and Fem!Reader are both entirely unaware how the other feels about them.

Warnings: alcohol, fluff, insinuations of NSFW but nothing actually nsfw.

———

"Becky how did I let you talk me into this?" I asked sitting across from her. She shrugged, laughing and agreeing that she had no idea how we ended up here. We were in Amsterdam with the group of boys who we almost always found ourselves with - typically getting drunk for content on the internet. We were doing a sequel to our previous London pub crawl that had everyone begging for more.

The summer heat beamed down on us as we sat in a beer garden at a large picnic table that our waitress had just placed eight pints down on. One for each of us. Myself, Becky, Chris, Arthur TV, Bach, Arthur Hill, George, and Harry.

We had decided to theme this pub golf around a set of challenges, a say it or shot it or who is most likely to for each pub, to enhance the fun, and the intoxication levels for everyone.

I sat between Arthur TV and George who were in a heated debate over something I had not entirely been paying attention to. My attention had solely been focused on the group of girls who had situated themselves at a booth across from ours. They were staring in our direction and you could hear faint whispers and giggles tossed in our direction.

I was used to this by now honestly, it wasn't exactly a secret to anyone that the lads were attractive, and the majority of them were single which gave more fuel to the fire of which is a fangirls desire.

We had chosen specific attire for this event, Becky and I having slightly more feminine versions of the pub golf shirts Chris had made, which happen to be the most cringe tshirts known to man. They all had a different bright color, and said "I'm here for an Amster-damn good time". Becky and I had on a cropped-tank top version of the shirt, and the boys had cutoffs or regular tshirts, depending on which style they had preferred.

Turning to my side, I saw George had now noticed the table of girls as well. His gaze lasted a few moments, redirecting to me when he noticed I had been staring. "What's up?" He took a drink from his glass.

"See anything you like?" I joked nudging his arm with mine. Noting how good his biceps looked in the cutoff he was wearing.

"Usually do when we're together." He smirked back quickly.

George and I had this strange relationship where we were constantly flirting with each other, but it had never gone further than that. We would play fight, tease each other, be far too handsy for just friends - yet we never fully crossed that line. Not to say I didn't want to, but I had this stubborn side of me that didn't want to be one of the many, many girls throwing themselves at him. I had seen the way those interactions turned out for people, and it usually didn't end well.

"You're such a tease George. Say it with your chest." I retorted.

"If you two love birds would stop eye fucking each other we could get this video started." Chris snapped, giving us a very sassy look. I smiled at him and flipped him off.

"Right, so!" Chris imitated Arthur as the intro began. The game started with a shot being given to who we thought fit the 'who is most likely to' question the best.

The who is most likely to in question was 'most likely to have three or more dates in a week?' A member of the camera crew read the question and we all immediately pointed to Chris, who's little hand stuck right out and pointed to me.

"Me?" I exclaimed. "You're actually insane if you think I'm going on three or more dates a week." Chris shook his head.

"I don't know, you did seem pretty cozy with that last guy you brought home." Becky added, her being my roommate she had seen her fair share of the few dates I have had in recent months.

"Gotta be honest with you, that wasn't a date Becky. That was a thirty minute max event.” I finished the remainder of my beer, earning a few wide eyed looks and Arthur TV giving me a "come on!"

We then got up from the first beer garden and made our way to the next location. I found George with a frustrated look on his face, which he quickly wiped away as the cameras began rolling again, capturing some of the banter happening throughout the groups.

Needless to say, by the time we made it to hole six, the majority of us were severely too drunk to be functioning.

"I'm seeing double of you." I said to Bach as I sat across from him.

"How do we look?" He asked flexing his muscles.

"Only slightly egotistical." This earned a laugh from the group.

"Okay enough enough. I've got a fun game this round." Harry had now had his turn to pick the game. "This is going to be a blind question. Everyone has a shot in front of them. We are going to start at this end of this table and each person except the person giving the shot will close their eyes. Once that person has placed their shot they will close their eyes and the next person will open, give their shot, and that continues until the last person has given their shot. You will be giving your shot to the person you find the most attractive." The group of us 'ooooh'ed' and 'ahhhh'd' at the idea.

It got to be my turn after the first two had placed their shots. I opened my eyes, very briefly scanning the table but needing no time to choose. I gently placed my shot in front of George, ensuring the glass didn't make noise as I placed it.

Only a few rounds later we were finished, and everyone now had a shot. These were double tequila shots - again Harry's choice. "Now to guess. If you correctly guess who gave you a shot, you only need to take half. If you guess incorrectly you take the whole thing."

This added a new element to the fun. None of us could really afford to be wrong considering how absolutely plastered we already were.

My turn to guess was now up, and I gazed around the table, tapping my finger to my lips in thought. I of course wanted to guess George. I honestly just selfishly wanted that to be the answer. To know that throughout this constant flirtation we had going that he found me attractive would be very telling to where this could go. I also was indecisive as I didn't want to be wrong, and then have my ego crushed.

Deciding the worst that happens is I get even more pissed, I finally made my decision. "I'm going to say George gave me this shot." I locked my eyes with his, looking for confirmation. He slowly nodded, and everyone cheered for me getting it right. I took half the shot, handing the other half to one of the crew members to have if they'd like.

Arthur Hill guessed that Chris had chosen him, and unfortunately he was wrong. Becky guessed that Harry said her, and she had been right. George was up next, seemingly very confident picking up his shot and taking half of it without a word. "What the hell! Cheating!" Chris shouted at him. George's eyes hadn't left mine.

"Not cheating. It was Y/n." I felt heat creeping to my cheeks this confident move from him. It was unfortunately insanely attractive to me.

"Was it?" Chris turned to me, the alcohol in his system causing him to borderline scream in my face.

"Yes Christopher, it was. You can sit down now." He began to pout and we laughed it off.

The end of the night was finally here, and we were all walking - stumbling - in a large group back to our hotels. We had finished the outro for the video at the last pub, with some of the boys jumping into a fountain. This had become somewhat of a tradition for our pub golf videos.

I was still incredibly energetic from the nights events. Even though it was nearing one the morning I felt like I had just woken up from a very restful nap.

"You alright darlin?" George asked wrapping an arm around my shoulder as we walked.

"Just fine handsome, how about you?" He smiled and shook his head slightly, laughing at the nickname.

"I'm far more drunk than I intended to be. But other than that I'm feeling pretty good." He said.

My memory flickered back to the beginning of the event and the liquid courage urged me to question his earlier expression after Becky had revealed to the group a one night stand I had. "George I have a serious question for you." I said. He slowed his pace, looking around and spotting a bench near us. He led me over to it and we sat down together, facing each other on the bench. I brought my leg up to rest on the seat, the other dangling over the side.

"What's your question?" I sensed some nervous energy behind his words.

"Earlier Becky outed me bringing a guy home. You made a face at the comment. Why?" His glance left mine for a moment, drifting to his hands where he was nervously picking at his nails. This was a different George to the confident flirty one I was used to.

"Dunno I guess, I mean..." he trailed off. I stared at him waiting for an answer. "I mean you and I flirt often, and I thought I had been making myself pretty clear that I was interested in you. So I guess just hearing that you had been with someone else just hurt me a little." I continued to stare at him. This time in disbelief.

"Are you telling me you're interested in me?" I normally wasn't this blunt in these kind of situations but the alcohol in my system was clouding my better judgement.

"I'm more than interested." He replied.

"George, why didn't you tell me? I've been watching you go on dates for months wishing it was me you were taking out." It was his turn to stare in disbelief. He took a few moments before speaking again.

"I thought you were just naturally the flirty type. Most girls are usually pretty straightforward with me." I let out a small laugh at this statement, scooting myself closer to George.

"You're more used to girls coming up to you and basically throwing themselves at you?" I teased.

He laughed, nodding slightly. "I guess I am."

I placed my hand on his thigh in front of me. "I can throw myself at you if you'd like." I said cheekily, giving his thigh a small rub. His hand found its way to the small of my back, his warm hand a stark contrast to the cool touch of my exposed back.

"Don't threaten me with a good time. Maybe we start with at least a kiss first?" I leaned in at these words, hand pressed to his chest as our lips met. It was a breathless taste of alcohol and desire. I pressed myself closer to him as the kiss deepened. I held my other hand still on his thigh, instinctively sliding it further up towards his crotch, pulling away almost immediately realizing we were in public.

"If we don't get back to the hotel I'm going to end up with an indecent exposure charge and in a foreign jail" George laughed at my joke, standing up and offering me his hand.

"Let's go then." I took his hand in mine and stood up, he pulled me into him as we began the walk back to the hotel.

“How did we end up both being so clueless?” I asked. He pulled me into his side, placing a soft kiss on my head.

“We’re stupid I guess.” I laughed in agreement as we entered the hotel to turn in for the night.

[sgiandubh]

Love Again? Meh

The pressure surrounding those damned elections is so unbearable, I thought finally watching Love Again on Netflix was a decent deflective idea. And since I can never sleep on a full moon's night, it really sounded like a good plan, too. Though with zero expectations, as I already wrote.

Two hours later, I probably lost a handful of neurones I will never get back again. Rom-coms are supposed to leave you in a bubbly mood, and with a strong belief in things like love trumps all, there are plenty more fish in the sea, goodness always prevails, and so on. This one left me flatter than a bottle of Coca-Cola foolishly left open and with the clear idea those people entirely missed the point.

If Nora Ephron is your gold standard, this might feel definitely subpar. But still, that's not the biggest problem I see with this movie. Love Again is exactly like those hotels rated 'pleasant' on Booking - you're not sure if they are terrible or, like Dorothy Parker used to say, 'terrible with raisins in it', which supposes at least some effort being put into it, one way or the other. The plot is remarkably bland and simply serves as a pretext for the real purpose of this movie, which is to promote Céline Dion's five new (perfectly forgettable) songs. The chemistry between S. and Priyanka Chopra is so laboured, that you'd be forgiven for thinking these two people just met in a train compartment and had a perfunctory chit-chat, never to hear from each other again.

Rom-coms are also supposed to be #silly magic in a bottle, yet there is little to no magic in a script so unbalanced, Mira's overpowering (if understandable) grief constantly threatens to flounder everything else. Where everything else includes the budding romance with Rob Burns (🙄), the music critic with no particular qualities, except a dazzlingly shy smile and Season 1 JAMMF's gimmicks, only in today's clothes and without Balfe. Overall, there is too much righteous kerfuffle and too little hope, in this movie that desperately begs for your sympathy, without ever being able to get it. And I shall mercifully pass on the mildly sexy (?) scene, even if without it we would still be wondering where exactly to place the sunshine, lollipops and roses inflexion point on that particular timeline.

Overall, the only question left without an answer is just how much genuine fun did S and Chopra have, while making this movie, at all. My perhaps biased guess is next to zero, based on the overwhelming impression that what was shown of their BTS rapport felt awkwardly transactional and opportunistic AF. This lack of authenticity buries a movie that feels just like something that had to somehow be shot, then had to somehow be released, then had to somehow make its way to Netflix' digital bosom repository. This movie is so meh, it is impossible to recommend it to anyone, and I have to say I am very sorry about that.

I said it before and I will probably say it again: S deserved better choices and opportunities coming along his way. He still does, but he also needs some urgent soul searching, if he wants to avoid looking like a one trick pony and see his acting prospects dwindle accordingly. Which won't exactly be the end of the world for him, but still an awfully unfair waste. So let's hope he will be able to choose wisely and especially out of his comfort zone which well, tends to dangerously expand, lately. The current Onlies' objectifying folly does not help, because the more it goes, the more it cuts S from a reality that is always ready to bite.

While I shall congenially follow whatever he's up to, I would really like this gifted guy to surprise me with something bold, something different and most of all, something that requires more intellect than muscles.

I know he can do it. But, does he?

[wlwsoccerfics]

Not the Plan(BethMeadXMcCabeReader)

A/N: Happy Birthday to our Meado.🎉🤍 (Yes i am now a day late)

Warnings:Type 1 Diabetes.

Summary: you and Beth have Plans for her birthday but your health has other plans.

You were celebrating Beth's Birthday at practice today. Things were really great and you Guys had lots of fun. This morning you had given your fiancee a necklace with a picture of the two of you and Myle engraved in it. She really loved it alot.

You currently were running laps at practice. Things have been fine, well they were okay but your blood sugar kept dropping and you were lacking energy cause of it. Your fiancee and your sister both noticed.

"y/n...sit down, now!" Your sister Katie said. She walked over to you, helping you to sit down. Same with Beth. She was walking over, with her phone. Checking her App to watch your blood sugar.

"let me grab a juice Box for you." Beth answered after seeing how low your blood sugar was. It was not in the danger Zone yet but it was still quite low. Low enough to give you a hard time.

Renée walked over too, looking quite concerned.

"maybe you need to get some rest and try to get your blood sugar back to normal. Because i know you want to Play tomorrow against Manchester United." Renée stated.

"she is right." Your sister said.

"i will take her home soon." Beth promised.

"Babe, No. We have Plans. We wanted to celebrate your birthday at your favorite dinner place." You told her.

"i care more about keeping you alive to be honest!" Beth told you. Handing you a juice Box. The other Girls looking over to see what's going on. Good thing they were used to Situations like this one at this point. So they weren't panicking.

"agreed. Your health is more important sis." Katie replied. You finished your juice Box and closed your eyes for a short moment. Having to wait a bit to see If the juice has done it's Job or If you needed more.

"fine, altough i feel bad about ruining your birthday." You admitted.

"Love, you didn't ruin anything. I actually enjoy when i get to take care of you. Cause otherwise it's mostly the other way around, since someone is quite stubborn." She told you.

"i am Not stubborn. It's a McCabe thing." You let her know .

"true. we are just...strong willed." Katie stated. Renée had to smile at that.

"some say stubborn, some say strong willed. It still is the same Outcome!" Beth let you know.

Beth took you Home a few minutes later after Katie went to grab yours & Beth's stuff from the changing rooms. She then walked you two to Beth's Car before making her way back to the trainings pitch.

"what would you like to listen to?" Your fiancee asked, while driving the two of you home.

"Babe it's your birthday. You decide." You said softly. Sipping on another juice box.

"i want to listen to TaylorSwift." She told you. Which made you smile. Taylor was your favorite Artist, Not hers. Yet she still told you she wanted to listen to her. Well she also liked TaylorSwift cause it's basically all you listen to so it was all she heard for the last few years.

"okay." You just said, looking at her with so much love in your eyes. Which she quickly returned when you Guys stopped at a red light.

"what i love Taylor." She stated and smiled.

Soon you reached Home and your blood sugar was almost back to normal by now. So you and Beth laid down on the couch. Cuddling. Beth really gave the best cuddles. Maybe because she was the love of your Life. Or cause she just knew how to comfort people. Probably both.

"i am glad you start to feel better. And this right here is very nice. If it was up to me all i would do was Football and cuddles with you and Myle." Beth stated and sure enough Myle joined in on your cuddles.

"that does sound wonderful." You admitted and kissed her softly. She kissed back. "Happy Birthday, my Love!" You told her.

"thank you love." She replied and gently stroked your arm. Which resulted in you falling asleep in her arms. Myle in your lap. That's how you stayed for most of the day. You did Order Pizza and ended the day with a bit more then just cuddling.

[typingtess]

Kensi found Nell alone in Ops. "Hey, I wanted to apologize. You and Eric shouldn't have had to do couples therapy with me and Deeks. Not that we're a couple or anything."

"You're living together in a high risk undercover operation. I'm sure everything was all amped up."

"Like Deeks's neat-freakery."

"Neat-freakery?"

"He was dusting the bedroom ceiling with a microfiber cloth on the top of a broom. Said he wanted a clean sleeping space. I mean, who dusts their ceiling?"

Nell dusted her ceilings once or twice a year and anytime there were fires near her place but she let Kensi continue her solo end of couples therapy. It was endlessly interesting.

"But I don't want to talk about Deeks and his issues," Kensi said, still wanting to talk about Deeks's need for clean. "Your dating profile…"

"Yeah, I don't want to talk about that."

"I had one."

"You're a field agent, an undercover operator. How…"

"Fake name. Didn't work, Deeks found it. It was about when you joined the team."

"It's just hard to meet people here. My work legend says I'm in television news. But in LA, if you work in television, you're not a prospective date, you're a contact in getting someone their dream news job."

"Yeah, Hetty made me a studio publicist. I was getting asked to pass along headshots on second dates."

"It's not just wanting to date – though I'd like to meet someone nice. I'd just like to meet people. I've been here over six months but outside of the people here at the office, I know my neighbor to say hello and the guy at the Mini dealership who sold me my car."

"I know the feeling. When I moved here a couple of years ago, I'd drive down on the weekends to Pendleton and visit my friends. Some of my college friends wound up in LA over the last two years but I just started doing things."

"Like what?"

"I found a hiking group. We go someplace one a month. A few people go every month, most people are in and out. We're going week after next if you're looking to meet some different people. School teachers, accountants, lawyers, the woman who runs it is a nurse so there is always someone who knows what to do if there is a medical issue."

"Have there been medical issues?"

"Trip and falls, poison oak – nothing major but nice to know if you get a scratch, she has some stuff in her fanny pack."

"Bro bag."

"Yeah, let's not ever use that term again." Kensi chuckled. "Come hiking. Because a lot of the people are the hike are busy professional types, we start around 8:30AM Saturday morning. We'll be done around noon."

"That's a quick hike."

"Sharon, the lady who started the group, had teenagers when she started this. She needed a few hours of 'Sharon-time' while her husband drove them to different sporting events. 8:30AM seemed like a good way for a big fancy law firm lawyer or television executive to get some of their own time and then go back to their busy life."

"Or a busy NCIS Agent."

"Or a busy NCIS Agent. I take my phone with me – I'm one of the few actually – but so far we've never been called in. It's just a nice way to clear my mind after being undercover or giving a deposition for case."

"Sounds nice."

"If I'm not to sweaty, I find someplace to have a nice sit-down lunch. More head clearing. I throw a book in my car so I'll read a little while the food is being made. You and I can grab a bite after the hike. Just talk about silly stuff."

"Sounds really nice but I don't know."

"It is fun. We're going through the old LA Zoo at Bee Rock. If have a decent camera, there are some really scenic views. Nice people on the trail – Sharon has a strict no-assholes policy."

"And most dating sites don't have a strict no-assholes policy."

"True."

"Let me think about it. No, you know what, I'll be there. Do I need to sign up or anything?"

"I'll send you the link. Just first names so you don't have to worry and I ran a background check on Sharon, she's legit – pediatric nurse at UCLA."

"Some world live in where we're running background checks on women tending to sick children."

"I'm coming off a case where the cranky old guy across the street was a decades old Russian deep cover spy. Trust but verify."

Eric walked into Ops. "Hi, do we have a case?"

"No, just talking about the cranky old Russian spy next door," Nell said to Kensi with a smile.

"You never know," Kensi stood and made her way to the door. "And for the record, Deeks is a total neat freak."

NCIS Los Angeles

S03 ep22 Neighborhood Watch

Poor Nell...

[koizumicchi]

LIP×LIP 2nd LIVE ジュリエッタとの契約 ～永遠に解けないkissの魔法～SPECIAL EDITION Talk + MC (Full) English Translation

~

tickets are still available!

T/N: Keep in mind that Japanese and English aren’t my first language. I never claim my translation (attempts) to be error-free. As always, if you’re going to use or reference my translations, please do not claim it as your own and credit me.

~

Choco Kano

White Day Kiss

~

Aizou: Julietta!

Yuujirou: Thank you for waiting. We are-

Both: LIPxLIP!

Aizou: Thank you for coming to our LIVE “Contract with Julietta ~The Magic of a Kiss That Can Never Be Broken~” today! I’m Aizou!

Yuujirou: I’m Yuujirou. I’m happy to meet you again, Julietta.

Aizou: Julietta who we haven’t seen in a long time and Julietta who just became a fan - Enjoy our stage to the fullest, okay!

Yuujirou: Let’s have fun! How was Choco Kano and White Day Kiss? It suits the current season, right?

Aizou: It’s still quite chilly outside, but to Julietta who came today - don’t you worry. I’ll keep you warm.

Yuujirou: No, no. In order for your heart to feel nice and warm, I’ll heal you, Julietta.

Aizou: What’s with that. Keep your hands off my Julietta.

Yuujirou: From now on, I’ll be casting my magic to everyone. You’ll fall in love with me the most.

Aizou: What are you saying. Sorry to say this, but my magic is more powerful than Yuujirou’s. Everybody here will become my Julietta. Be prepared for that.

Yuujirou: I wonder about that. Everyone here will respond with everything they’ve got to my magic, right?

Aizou: So- Is everyone ready to receive my magic? 

Aizou: Everyone, yell it out loud!

Both: Oshi no Mahou.

~

Oshi no Mahou

Meoto

Rodeo

~

Yuujirou: Thank you.

Aizou: LIVE is certainly fun after all! I can’t get enough of the venue’s harmony!

Yuujirou: Yeah. 

Yuujirou: Oh, right. Aizou has been practicing all this time the chorus of Oshi no Mahou from the dressing room today.

Aizou: Isn’t that just fine?! It’s because I was looking forward to it! We haven’t done the ‘call’ so far (?)! It would be weirder if we aren’t looking forward to our LIVE!

Yuujirou: He faced me and asked me, “Nani, Nani~” 

Yuujirou: Even though I hadn’t said anything.

Aizou: You should humor me, you know. Because it’s just the two of us there.

Aizou: Oshi no Mahou Kurae~

Yuujirou: …. *steps back and raises his hands slightly*

Aizou: Even if I do it - This guy totally ignores me!

Yuujirou: That’s because Aizou isn’t my oshi.

Aizou: You’re not cute at all!

Aizou: In front of the mirror, weren’t you like, “Is this one more cunning-looking?”. You’ve been doing that all along!

Yuujirou: Why, of course. I want to always show my best to Julietta.

Yuujirou: You who waves the penlight, and you over there, you’ve come to love me more, right?

Aizou: That’s sneaky of you!

Aizou: From me too- *faces the audience* Oshi no Mahou Kurae~ 

Aizou: Thank you! 

Aizou: Oh, by the way. Meoto also feels different than before - it has this fresh feeling.

Yuujirou: You’re right. Especially in the music video, I feel like I was able to demonstrate what I have cultivated up until now, and I’m quite pleased about it.

Yuujirou: Weren’t you also captivated by me, Aizou? 

Aizou: Well. Certainly. It suits you very well. I think you’re beautiful.

Yuujirou: Eh? Ah. Thank you.

Yuujirou: Ah. Aizou too. You were different than usual. You were very cool.

Aizou: I-Is that so…?

Aizou: …..

Aizou: I guess I am!

Yuujirou: You kept hitting your horn here and there and you were warned by our costume staff.

Aizou: I-I couldn’t help it…

Aizou: I couldn’t grasp the distance of things!

Aizou: For that time…*bows* I’m really sorry, our costume staff!

Yuujirou: *laughs*

Yuujirou: Julietta is waiting, so let’s move on to the next song.

Aizou: You’re right.

Aizou: We are like this as usual, but to Julietta who always support and cheer for us - we would like to send our encouragement this time.

Both: Yume Fanfare

~

Yume Fanfare

Ao E

~

Aizou: Let’s go, everyone!

Yuujirou: Ready, go!

Aizou: You’re the best, everyone!

Yuujirou: Thank you!

~

Yuujirou: Aizou, hurry!

Aizou: I know!

Aizou: Uhh- first, take off the boots.

Yuujirou: The LIVE is full of energy.

Aizou: It has been a long time. Me too, I’m fired up. You?

Yuujirou: Of course, I am too. Which was the best song, for you?

Aizou: Eh? Uhh… This time’s first performance of Oshi no Mahou… I think…?

Yuujirou: Eh? You made a mistake in that song, Aizou.

Aizou: Ha?! Mista-!? Uh… I think I did….?

Yuujirou: You interchanged the lyrics of Choco Kano and Meoto. 

Aizou: Hey! Why would I make such a mistake!?

Yuujirou: But the actual performance of Rodeo made me at ease the most. Even though it didn’t go well for you in our practice.

Aizou: It did go well! Oh, that’s right! I did it!

Yuujirou: I hope Julietta will enjoy this costume change.

Aizou: Right! It’s a new one! They’ll be surprised!

Yuujirou: We have to hurry up and change.

Aizou: I’m finished taking off my clothes. You?

Yuujirou: Me too. Huh, where are our costumes?

Aizou: It’s not there???

Yuujirou: Yours too.

Aizou: Mine’s missing!?

Aizou: No way! I’m seriously half-dressed here!

Yuujirou: Eh? Ah! Is this it? It’s this one! Here, Aizou.

Aizou: Thank you. This- This is a red costume. There’s also a white beard. Eh, wait- this is Santa Claus’! Why is this here?

Yuujirou Ah- Might have forgotten here for some kind of event (?)

Yuujirou: This one! Here, Aizou!

Aizou: Oh, this! It has a lot of frills. There’s also an apron- Isn’t this a maid outfit!?

Yuujirou: Ah, how about this? 

Aizou: This one is yellow and black and shines- and it’s something I can’t say here!!

Yuujirou: Haha- and this one?

Aizou: There’s red and white stripes- and it belongs to one who’s always looking for someone- Wally-san!!!

Yuujirou: Ah-ha! You said it!

Yuujirou: Aizou, come out wearing it!

Aizou: Of course, that’s impossible! Where are you hiding it!?

Yuujirou: Ah, it’s the other way around after all. It got mixed in among Julietta.

Aizou: That can’t happen in a LIVE.

Aizou: Hey. You knew from the beginning, didn’t you? You revealed it to Julietta.

Yuujirou: We’re in the middle of changing in the dressing room right now during our performance.

Aizou: And this is where you pretend to be doing a livestream like this of the behind the scenes of the actual performance, where you’ve listened to the audio beforehand, but in truth, you have already changed clothes.

*sfx of curtain opening*

Aizou: Hey! I haven’t changed into anything yet!

Yuujirou: You could tell? The truth was I’m asking you to do something unreasonable and it was my aim that you lose your cool.

Aizou: It was pretty obvious. Just how hard it is to discuss things together?

Yuujirou: This audio will be played during our actual performance.

Aizou: Stop that. You always do stunts like this!

Yuujirou: *laughs*

Yuujirou: Though we’re changing during the actual- and since we’re here already, would you like to try talking to Julietta?

Aizou: Nice idea. Even with clothes on?

Yuujirou: Ah, yes, yes. Please do.

Yuujirou: Everyone, do you have the penlights with you? Is it blue right now? Or yellow? Can you answer our questions through the colors of your penlight?

Aizou: Because we in the dressing room are watching to see what color you’ll be waving. Please join us.

Yuujirou: Then, shall we try changing it into colors we don’t usually see?

Yuujirou: Red is for people who like rice balls stuffed with salmon. And for those who like tuna mayo onigiri, change the color to white. For Julietta who don’t have penlights, we’d be glad to see you raise your hand as your answer.

Aizou: Which one do you like, Julietta? Alright, first is the salmon! Raise those red penlights!

Yuujirou: Then the next is the tuna mayo. Wave it, wave it around!

Aizou: Thank you!

Aizou: More than my prediction, tuna mayo is common.

Yuujirou: I think I also prefer tuna mayo. But, we don’t usually see the red or white colors in our LIVE, so it’s refreshing to see for sure.

Aizou: Yeah. And it also seems fun to us who are in the actual performance.

Yuujirou: Yeah. But, after all, for me- it’s that color. 

Aizou: That’s the same for me too. That color. Right, Julietta?

Yuujirou: The color of courage that shines through me.

Aizou: The color which gives me my much-needed push.

Both: It’s the color blue / yellow.

Aizou: Don’t drown out my voice.

Yuujirou: Aizou as well.

Aizou: Ah, yes. It’s not just yellow. We are blue and yellow. Everyone, do you want to see our colors?

Yuujirou: Thank you, Julietta. 

Yuujirou: The colors yellow and blue- together, it is the color of us, of LIPxLIP.

Aizou: Alright, then! Done getting ready with the penlights? Now, we too are ready, Julietta. Let’s enjoy the LIVE more!

Yuujirou: Let’s make it more exciting, Julietta!

Aizou: Blue and yellow- no- it’s not just our two colors. There is one more important color. 

Yuujirou: The color which always supports us- 

Aizou: For us, it is the most precious color-

Yuujirou: May Julietta’s color shine the brightest.

Aizou: We shall escort you.

~

Tsuki no Hime

Romeo

~

Aizou: Thank you for waiting, everyone!

Yuujirou: We changed into our new costume! How do we look?

Aizou: This costume is incredibly good!

Aizou: A prince purely in white! It suits us, right? 

Aizou: On top of it being cool, this fur on our shoulders is especially fluffy!

Yuujirou: That’s right. It feels really good! Ah, I want to take it home with me.

Aizou: Yuujirou kept on touching it at the dressing room, and our costume staff said to him and laughed, ‘Please refrain from touching it during the LIVE’.

Yuujirou: Hey- don’t tell them that. 

Yuujirou: But really, it feels great! I want to let Julietta touch it too.

Aizou: You really love fluffy things, don’t you? You were always watching rabbit videos.

Yuujiruo: Haa? Don’t look at it without permission! That's an invasion of privacy!

Aizou: It can’t be helped that I have seen it, right?

Aizou: But isn’t it just fine? That I’ve seen you watching animal videos. I also watch it. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.

Yuujirou: I guess… You love fluffy animals, don’t you ,everyone? My dog too this time of the year is flurry and round- he’s so cute. It makes me smile when I see him running.

Aizou: Eh~ The cat I have is also fluffy right now.

Yuujirou: But in a few months, they’d be shedding their fur and it’s quite troublesome. But that part of them is also adorable, don’t you think?

Aizou: Ah~ I get it. Our cat is already starting to shed its fur and it’s troublesome when it gets into my clothes.

Aizou: Wait- we’ve finally changed into our princely outfit; is it okay if all we talk about are fluffy animals!?

Yuujirou: Somehow it turned to that, hehe.

Aizou: We’ve changed anyway, so enough chatting for now. Let’s move to the next song.

Yuujirou: You’re right. Julietta, make sure to properly etch it into your memory - our cool appearance.

Aizou: Are you ready, Julietta?

~

Bokura no Ai ni Koishite Ikiru

Julietta

~

Aizou: Thank you!

Yuujirou: Thank you!

Aizou: This is the first LIVE in the afternoon and we prepared a lot of songs. I am so excited. To sing and dance in front of everyone like this makes me so happy.

Yuujirou: That’s true. Our latest song- Bokura wa Ai ni Koishite Ikiru- music video turned out to have a spectacular theme. We discussed a lot about how we would present it in the LIVE, didn’t we?

Aizou: Yes. The preparations for the LIVE started very quickly. That was even before the release of the song, right? That we started practicing.

Yuujirou: Yes. I have been looking forward to it since our practices to our LIVE today.

Aizou: What, saying it like it’s already the end.

Yuujirou: The truth is… The next one will be the last song.

Aizou: Eh!?

Yuujirou: Why are you surprised, Aizou? And acting like you don’t actually know.

Aizou: It passed by in a blink of an eye that I was surprised.

Aizou: So it’s already the last… I feel lonely.

Yuujirou: Before we knew it, the good times were over. For me, we had this LIVE in order to sing for Julietta. I wish this moment would continue forever.

Aizou: Yes. Finding us like this, coming to meet us, and showing us your smiles- that is why I love Julietta so much.

Yuujirou: There’s only a few moments left but it’s okay. Today’s LIVE may come to an end, but our magic will never be broken.

Aizou: You’re right. Our hearts are always connected. We’ll definitely meet again. That’s why, Julietta, I want you to always remember this day. Our good times together.

Yuujirou: We will also remember this day and we will spare no effort in order to meet Julietta again. We’ll be happy if Julietta will come meet us again.

Aizou: May wonderful things continue to happen to us and to Julietta from this point on.

~

Kono Sekai no Tanoshimikata

~

Both: Thank you so much!

~

Hitsuyou Fukkaketsu

Yuujirou: Julietta, thank you!

~

Aizou: Toyosu Pit! 

Yuujirou: Let’s go!

~

Nonfantasy

~

Yuujirou: Julietta!

Yuujirou: Thank you for joining us in the encore!

Aizou: We did say it’s a magic that will never be broken, so let’s raise the excitement together!

Yuujirou: Thank you! I’m happy to be able to sing like this in front of Julietta once more!

Aizou: To match the encore, we changed clothes!

Yuujirou: When you say an encore, it’s wearing the LIVE T-shirts, right? Does it look good on us?

Aizou: And here on, the band members who made the LIVE more exciting with us! We’ll introduce them!

Yuujirou: Guitar, Nakanishi!

Yuujirou: Bass, Tomiyoka Hinata!

Aizou: Drums, Yuki Leon!

Aizou: Keyboard, Uto Keiki!

Aizou: Last but not the least- Guitar, Oji!

Yuujirou: To everyone in the band, thank you for the best performance!

Aizou: You know, yesterday, I’ve been looking forward to our LIVE so much that I dreamed about it. It’s a dream where Julietta was having a lot of fun! It wasn’t just a dream! The reality was the same! I enjoyed today so much that I might dream about it today!

Yuujirou: I get you. After you wake up from today’s dream, wouldn’t that make you feel happy?

Aizou: Right? After the end of the LIVE, although there’s a feeling of loneliness in me… Ah. Today was fun. I felt happy. I love basking myself in that moment when I’m alone.

Yuujirou: Me too. Julietta enjoyed themselves, and those big smiles on their faces are burned into my memory. It always makes me feel like I can do my best again.

Yuujirou: We can see everyone clearly!

Aizou: Well then, the best part of the LIVE really ends with the next song.

Yuujirou: That’s right. Which do you think is the last song? Since it’s the last one, I wonder if Julietta already have a hint?

Aizou: A lot has happened until we can have the LIVE in front of Julietta like this again, right?

Yuujirou: Yeah, I’m sure I couldn’t have seen this scenery all on my own.

Aizou: We do everything our way, you see. 

Aizou: I want to continue to see this scenery even more. I want to take Julietta into an even bigger stage.

Yuujirou: And, I want to see a lot of new scenery together. That is why, please always be there to support us from now on, Julietta.

Aizou: So until the next time we meet, don’t cry because it feels lonely, okay?

Yuujirou: You too, Aizou.

Aizou: Ah- hey-!

Yuujirou: *laughs*

Yuujirou: Well then, please listen.

Both: Last Stage.

~

Yuujirou: Julietta, you’re the best!

Aizou: Let’s end this with-

Aizou: Toyosu!

Yuujirou: Everyone, let’s go!

Both: *jumps*

Aizou: Ready, go!

Both: Thank you very much!

Yuujirou: Thank you!

Aizou: Thank you!

Yuujirou: See you again!

Aizou: Julietta!

Yuujirou: Thank you!

Aizou: Thank you!

Yuujirou: Julietta!

Aizou: See you again!

Aizou: Thank you!

Yuujirou: Thank you!

Aizou: Thank you!

Yuujirou: See you again!

Yuujirou: See you again!

Aizou: Thank you!

Both: Thank you!

Yuujirou: See you again, Julietta!

Aizou: See you!

Yuujirou: *comes out again* Julietta!

Aizou: Wait- Wait- Wait-!

Aizou: I won’t let you get ahead of me all the time!

Aizou: Julietta! I love you! Thank you for coming today!

Yuujirou: Julietta! Thank you very much! I love you! 

Both: Ready, go!

Both: *bows* Thank you very much!

Aizou: Thank you!

Yuujirou: Thank you!

Both: See you!

Aizou: See you!

Yuujirou: See you! Bye-bye!

~END

[marvelrivalsplayer69420]

gambit, daredevil, and punisher with a short!reader

a\n: i love being a short guy and i especially love size differences, so expect this to be a bit self-indulgent. <3

tags: gender-neutral reader, size difference, just fluff, Remy being teasing, mentions of a size kink in Matt's section.

Gambit ♠️

Remy’s constantly looking down at you and smiling. not just because he loves to look at you in your own mind, but also because he has a very good view of the top of your head and it makes him chuckle.

oftentimes he’ll give you a surprise kiss on the forehead from above when you’re focused on something else.

“I got a mighty fine view of your pretty lil head from up here, cher.”

if you’re reaching for something that’s too high up, he’ll put his hand on your hip and grab it for you. most of the time he hands it to you without teasing, but sometimes he likes to tease you and steal a kiss before he gives in.

he rarely bends down to your level, he’d rather lift you up in his arms so you’re face-to-face and he can use it as an excuse to kiss you on the lips. or he will lean over your shoulder for a kiss, caging you in against him with his hands on your torso like he’s hugging a stuffed animal.

he will not hesitate to pick you up and cradle you like a baby if you’re sad. he’ll probably carry you over to the couch so you can watch a movie in his lap while his arms are wrapped around you, attention only on you no matter what’s on tv.

genuinely, he just loves picking you up in a variety of ways; bridal style so he can cradle you, under your arms, over his shoulder, or under his arm like a cat if he can.

the man just loves having his hands on you, and your short stature makes it a little more fun for him to mess around sometimes, even though he’d gladly lift you if you were taller or bigger.

he will make short jokes at you. unless you hate them or you’re just not in the mood. he will be constantly calling you “mon petit” or “ma petite” or even “mon petit chou.” but he might call you “short stack” every so once in a while. if you’re the big spoon, he’ll call you his little backpack.

just because you’re short doesn’t mean Remy is going to make you any smaller portions of food. he will cook you a full course meal for five people and encourage you to eat your fill; anything you don’t eat will be saved for leftovers. he will not let you use being short as an excuse to eat less, he wants you to be well-fed.

“C’mon cher, you gotta drink your milk. Grow big and strong like me,” Remy winks at you from across the table.

“Remy, I am a fully grown adult. I’m not going to grow any taller just from drinking more milk.”

“So? Milk’s still good for your bones, non?”

Daredevil ⚖️

Matt doesn’t make a big deal about your height, but there’s a part of him that revels in the size difference, that you’re short and so easy to hold close to him.

so sometimes he holds you a little tighter than he intends to, a little like cuteness aggression. but he’s quick to catch himself when you breath hitches or your heartrate changes even slightly.

he does not like admitting he has a bit of a weakness when it comes to your height, mainly because he doesn’t want to make you feel small (in a bad way). but sometimes he can’t help but lean over you to kiss you so you have to crane your head up to catch his lips, using his blindness as an excuse to forget how short you were. if your hands are small, he’ll love squeezing them even more so he can feel the small size against his own hands.

eventually Matt just gives in on calling you short, goes in on the teasing you for your height once he knows you can take it. always catching you when you’re wrapped up in warm blankets or in a silly mood in the morning.

“God, you are so small. Feels like I’m holding a teddy bear.”

he can tell when you’re struggling to get something off the top shelf and while he knows he could easily reach it for you, sometimes he likes to stand to the side and just smile. he steps in when he thinks you’ve had enough and you’re frustrated or when you finally give in and ask him for help. he will still keep putting some of your mugs on the top shelf just so he’s the one who has to get it for you.

even if you get out the step stool to move your mugs to the bottom shelf, Matt will move them right back to the top and hide the step stool just to mess with you again. when you mention it, he’ll tilt his head and look all confused.

“Huh. Are you sure you even moved them, dear? They’ve always been on the top shelf and I’ve never seen them anywhere else.”

“That’s because you don’t see anything, in general.”

“Well, you’re always reaching for them so I can only assume they’ve always been up there.”

“I know you moved them up a shelf when I wasn’t looking, Murdock.”

“Maybe I like it when you struggle to reach something off the top shelf.”

Punisher 💀

Frank is tall and broad, so even if you’re average height you’d look short next to him. if you’re short, however, you might look like a child next to him. and sometimes he might accidentally treat you like one. he can’t help it, he looks at you and how much smaller you are and can’t help but be as gentle as possible.

he’s scared of breaking you, so he traces his big calloused thumb over your knuckles so softly that you barely feel it. but he feels it. over the years of pain and scars, he can barely believe how small and soft your hands are compared to his.

“You tell me if my grip’s too tight, ‘kay doll? I don’t wanna squeeze you too tight.”

sometimes he does that thing where he bends and puts his hands on his knees so he’s at your level. he does it so he can look at you more closely, so you don’t have to crane your neck up to look at him, and so he doesn’t have to just stare at the top of your head while you ask him for something. if you’re sitting in a chair that’s kinda low to the ground, he will squat or kneel down in front of you for the same reasons as previously listed.

loves holding you against him so he can feel how small you are. he also loves it when you sit on his lap and he just drapes an arm around your waist to keep you anchored to him. he loves any opportunity where he can have you on top of him, the weight makes him feel warm and safe no matter how short you are.

on the couch watching something? Frank’s gonna pull you over until you’re sitting in his lap. getting sleepy in bed? he’s already pulling you on top of him so you can use his chest as a pillow, rubbing your back the whole time and crooning at you while you drift off.

he will only put stuff on the top shelf if he doesn’t want you to get it; things that he deems as too heavy for you, even if you only slightly struggle to carry it.

if he sees you clamoring over tables or counters to try and get the big pots, he’s not even going to give you a chance to step down yourself before he just walks over and picks you up and carries you to the nearest chair, couch, or bed. then he’s going to ask you what you need and he’ll get it for you. then he’ll reorganize the kitchen cupboards so you never have to climb for it again.

this man is constantly picking you up. you can’t escape it. he picks you up out of his tall ass truck because he knows you struggle to get down on the sidewalk sometimes. he will throw you over his shoulder to take you to bed if you’re still not in bed when you both know you should be asleep.

in other cases, where you’re between him and something you can’t reach, he’ll either pick you up and move you if you’re in front of something he’s trying to get at or he’ll lean over you and press you directly into the kitchen counter while he gets something off the top shelf with no effort. showoff…