#eternals press tour

[india422]

For those that haven’t seen this, Taron was being cheeky, yet again, in the past.

They say the more you like someone, the more you insult them. 🤷🏽‍♀️

[maddennfl86]

Rome Film Fest-Eternals-October 24th, 2021

[96crewlove]

[cherylmmbookblog]

#Blogtour Eternal by Lisa Scottoline

It’s my turn on the Blogtour Eternal by Lisa Scottoline. About the Author Lisa Scottoline is a #1 bestselling and Edgar Award-winning author of 33 novels. Lisa’s books are book-club favorites, and she and her daughter Francesca Serritella have hosted an annual Big Book Club Party for over a thousand readers at her Pennsylvania farm, for the past twelve years. Lisa has been President of Mystery…

[vanteguccir]

Anxiety On Tour | Matt Sturniolo

Matt Sturniolo x reader

Summary: Where Y/N is just another fan at one of the Let's Trip Tour shows, until it comes time for the Meet&Greet. Things get out of hand for Matt, and she ends up being the only one who manages to calm him down.

Warning: Panick attack, anxiety.

Requested?: Yes, by @patscorner

Author's note: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism, copy, or "inspiration"! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

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The stage was illuminated by a myriad of lights, as the bustling crowd eagerly pressed near the front. Y/N could feel the electricity in the air as the beats of upbeat music keep echoing throughout the venue from the big speakers. It was the beginning of the much-awaited Sturniolo Triplets show from the Let's Trip Tour.

She couldn't believe she was finally there, in the middle of the action, about to witness the boys she'd followed through a screen for years, finally face to face. With her heart pounding in her chest, Y/N let herself be carried away by the infectious energy of the crowd as she got closer and closer to the stage.

The music reached a crescendo, and then, suddenly, they appeared. Matt, Nick, and Chris entered the stage, radiating a magnetic presence that immediately captured everyone's attention. Y/N held her breath as her eyes found Matt, the boy she had never seen in person, but with whom she had a huge crush for months, in the flesh right in front of her. He looked even more stunning out of screen, with his messy hair and shy smile.

As the greetings sentences were let out by the three's microphones, Y/N felt a wave of emotion course through her body. It was as if every cell within her was vibrating in tune with them, with the pulsing energy of everyone around her.

As the show progressed, Y/N couldn't take her eyes off Matt. Every laugh, every saying, seemed to hypnotize her even more. She wondered if he could feel her gaze on him or if that was just her desire playing with her mind.

When it was time for a break between games, Matt grabbed the microphone and began speaking to the audience. His voice was soft and engaging, making everyone around him feel like they were having an intimate conversation with him. Y/N held her breath, hanging on every word he said.

As Matt interacted with everyone, his eyes swept across the crowd and, for a brief moment, seemed to meet Y/N's. She felt her face blush intensely, and a shy smile formed on her lips before she looked away, embarrassed, holding back the immense urge to scream at having been seen by him.

As the show continued, Y/N found herself caught up in a rollercoaster of emotions. The pulsating energy of the music, the interactions, the magnetic presence of the triplets, and, most of all, Matt's closeness left her ecstatic. Every moment was like a dream come true, and she refused to blink for fear of missing even a second.

When the stage lights finally went out and the final words were given, Y/N felt a mixture of ecstasy and melancholy by the feeling of the long-awaited moment coming to an end, but little did she know that the night was just beginning.

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Y/N waited anxiously in line for the meet and greet. Her heart was beating so hard that it felt like it was about to jump out of her chest while her right leg bounced up and down in anxiety. Every minute that passed felt like an eternity, but at the same time, she wanted the moment to last forever.

As she watched the fans in front of her greet the triplets with beaming smiles, Y/N wondered what it would be like to be so close to them. She could barely contain her excitement as she approached the door that led to the meet and greet room where traps played loudly from the speakers, and colorful lights painted the walls.

Finally, her turn has come. Her stomach fluttered nervously as she entered the room, and her eyes instantly locked on Matt, who was there, so close and so real.

The three were side by side, Nick had a relaxed posture as he placed aside a teddy bear that he had probably received from the previous fan, while Chris glanced at Matt, seeming to watch him closely.

Matt was feeling fine until seconds before, but something inside him started to stir. His heart beating faster, his breathing became irregular, and a feeling of panic came over him.

So, when Y/N walked over to greet Matt with a hug, she noticed something was different, off. His arms were shaking, and his eyes looked a little lost, as if he were fighting some internal battle. Now up close, she could also notice how rigid his posture was and how his hands were clenched into a firm fist.

Y/N felt a wave of worry run through her own body, struggling internally over what to do, but ended up deciding not to expose Matt's situation in front of anyone, remaining silent. Instead, she smiled warmly and tried to keep the conversation light, hoping not to bother him with intrusive questions.

"Hi, Matt." The girl greeted softly, trying to ignore the nervousness that came over her body. "It's amazing to finally meet you in person. How are you?"

Matt lifted his head towards her for the first time, appearing to have only noticed her presence at that moment, trying to open a smile like hers, but his lips were trembling to the point where it came weaker than he wanted to.

Y/N could see the tension in his blue eyes as he tried to hide his discomfort, wondering what had happened to make him react in such a way so suddenly. Meanwhile, Matt tried to convince himself that it was nothing and that it would soon pass.

But it didn't pass. Instead, the feeling of panic grew, enveloping him like a dense fog. He felt like he was suffocating, like the world was crumbling around him, while his mind convinced him that he was alone.

As Y/N moved to greet Chris and Nick individually, keeping a brief and quick conversation - following the pattern imposed by the team that observed them -, she noticed how Matt seemed increasingly agitated, her own mind racing in an eagerness to help him, but the fear of reaction from the public, the team and even the triplets themselves held her back.

Until the picture moment. Y/N felt her heart sink as she felt Matt's breathing become more rapid and shallow as they prepared to take the group photo. She knew she couldn't just stand by and watch as he fought the monsters of his own mind.

With a lump in her throat and trembling hands, Y/N removed her left arm from around Chris, muttering a quick apology before turning to Matt, blocking the view of the line of people behind them, creating a small haven of privacy amidst the chaos of the room. The girl lifted her head slightly, searching his eyes with her own, desperately looking for any sign of life inside the blue orbs.

"Matt, hey." She began, her voice soft and comforting, acting as a balm to his troubled soul. "Are you okay?"

Matt's eyes widened in panic as he realized that the disturbances in his mind became visible enough to be seen by someone else. He swallowed hard, forcing himself not to look at his brothers or the fans behind the girl in front of him, the fear of receiving disappointed or judgmental looks growing in his chest.

He limited himself to just shaking his head, unable to utter a word. His eyes were unfocused and lost, and his nails pierced the palm of his hands - probably drawing blood - with the force he was squeezing the area, trying to maintain control of the uncontrollable emotions.

Y/N could see the terror on his face, and her heart ached for him.

She turned her head slightly and passed her eyes briefly over Nick and Chris, noticing how the two now had a rigid posture, ready to make a move as soon as necessary. Chris's eyes carried great uncertainty, as if he was afraid of leaving Matt in the care of a stranger, but Nick's hand, which held his biceps surreptitiously, prevented him from acting on impulse.

Y/N turned her attention back to Matt, trapping her bottom lip between her teeth in a thoughtful act before sighing softly.

"Can I hug you?" Her voice came out in a whisper as low as the music that surrounded them, but loud enough for him to hear it, and she was sure of it when she received a small nod in response.

Without hesitation, the girl enveloped him in a warm hug, holding him tightly against her chest as he trembled. She could feel the tension in his body, the way he struggled to control his breathing and calm his nerves. Y/N pressed her fingers into strategic points on his back, touching the hard knots with every inch of skin, lightly massaging the covered area.

"Everything is okay." Y/N whispered softly, snaking her right hand up his shoulder to the back of his head, interlacing her fingers in Matt's messy curls, stroking them carefully while guiding him to lay his head on her right shoulder. "You're safe here. No one is gonna hurt you. Just breathe with me, okay? Follow my breathing."

Y/N began to breathe slowly and deeply, the warm air hitting Matt's ear, helping him to follow her rhythm. A disguised smile grew on her face as she felt the boy's back rise and fall in an uneven rhythm below her left hand, knowing he was trying as hard as he could in that moment.

Little by little, she felt the tension in his body ease, his tremors becoming less intense as he finally reacted, clinging to her for comfort. His large but so fragile hands at that moment held her arm tightly, searching desperately for support and balance.

For a few precious moments, Y/N and Matt remained like that, joined in a comforting embrace, and lost in their own world of calm and safety. The sounds of Chris' agitated voice shouting for water to one part of the team and Nick's voice demanding the other part to remove the fans that were still there were all muffled against both of their ears, just the unison rhythm of their breathing and the beats of their connected hearts echoing around their bodies.

When Matt finally pulled away, his eyes quickly met Y/N's, overflowing with gratitude and fascination, feeling flattered to have had the opportunity to meet a girl so empathetic to the point of helping him without a second thought.

His mind searched for words to thank her, but to Y/N, he didn't need to say anything; his eyes said it all.

"How can I-" Matt began, clearing his throat briefly as he heard his own voice come out hoarse and worn out by the whirlwind of emotions that he went through in a short space of time. "How can I thank you? Repay you for what you did for me..."

Y/N shook her head, interrupting his sentence, her own smile widening and brightening her features as her eyes remained fixed on the blue ones, who now seemed to be taking their own time to carefully analyze her expressions, seeming mesmerized.

Matt's warm hands suddenly felt heavier against the exposed skin of her arm, a shiver running down her spine as she noticed how close they were physically, the boy's scent filling her nostrils with an inescapable force, leaving her dizzy and lost.

"I think you owe me a picture."

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A/N²: I hated it, so I'm so sorry if it sucked badly ;(

My requests are closed, but my asks are always open ♡

And remember to treat people with kindness always!

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[tiyoin]

I ate your heart

warnings: graphic description of: violence, SA, gore, mentions of cannibalism, murder, reader almost gets graped, alcoholism*, manipulation, ‘victim blaming,’ unhealthy coping mechanisms, dark content - alastor and readers relationship is up for interpretation

dawg imagine you get killed by yan human alastor.🫣

like you’re thinking that you’ll finally be safe in the afterlife, hoping that you got a spot in heaven. (yet apparently, premarital sex would automatically remove your spot in line for a chance at salvation)

blasphemy does those kinda things🤷🏻

doesn’t matter if you lived as a nun. helping sinners see the light and righteousness of god. doesn’t matter if you fed por hand your entire life. or even if you solved the trolly problem.

one toe out of line, and your ass is grass.

so you’re in hell. if you knew you’d be going to hell you would’ve done a lot worse things in your human life for more power.

imagine living on the low, yeah you’ve killed people, maybe even took a soul or two. but it’s nothing to brag about, especially compared to the over lords.

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very important note at the end.

1-800-662-4357 - addiction hotline.

-

by pressing ‘read more’ you have consented to reading this.

just a few years into your stay they started going missing. one, by one.

there was a whisper in the wind, a chill in the air as everyone had this impending sense of dread as a new over lord would be found almost daily. ripped to shreds, horribly mutilated, with missing limbs and ginormous bite marks that would open the food gates for intestines to spill out and pool around them.

sometimes there were no intestines at all.

or a body.

yet there was always a new broadcast

it wasn’t an exaggeration that everyone has been looking over their shoulders whenever the shadows looked a bit longer than usual. when the air starting churning and crackling. when the sudden sound of screaming ripped through the air. it was a natural hell-born reflex to flinch at the slightest noise of static.

a conditioning technique his radio broadcasts seemed to involuntarily instill on sinners.

you’ve never seen this so called ‘radio demon’ in person before. well, barely have been able to escape him and tell the tale so you weren’t sure what to look for.

or look out for. all you knew is that his name was alastor. and that whenever you heard that name you blood ran cold and your body stiffened.

tour mind would ring and your head would pound as you try to remember just where you’ve heard that name before.

yet your memory always failed you.

but alcohol never did.

seated at a bar as noisy club music blasted, you trace your finger longingly on the rim of your shot glass. eyes already drooping as your wrist which was keeping your head propped up started to ache.

you wouldn’t call yourself an alcoholic per say. more of a,,, continuous connoisseur. which was surprising due to the  hellish prices on everything here.

it’s not eternal damnation unless there’s a 5% sales tax plus gruitivity.

so instead of working your ass off to make a living, you’ve decided: ‘hey, it’s hell! i can do whatever i want (to an extent) and so i choose to scam men!!’

with every new bar came a new rotation of men looking to take up the empty seat next to you. you puffed your chest as you recalled a few women and non conforming folks take the seat sometimes.

you always made sure to… entertain them.

feeling a familiar pit in your stomach, you pause your hand. the coldness of the shot glass cooling your hot lips as the animal man next to you howls with laughter. the alcohol hitting his system like a firecracker.

and like clock work, his hand slipped around your waist, as he whispered filthy nothings you didn’t bother to catch, having heard it all before. even the sweet begging to take out to one of the many sex rooms the club has.

yet he dragged you towards the exit.

and you allowed him.

you thought it comically ironic that you were doing just the thing that punched your ticket down here.

the bitter cold nipped at your skin and tickled your brain. you were always so confused with the temperature of hell. freezing at night, scorching during the day.

even he’ll hated the homeless. who knew 🤷🏻

in the alley next to the club the animal man was biting and clawing at you. panting and speaking gibberish as his clumsy movements seemed to cause a new line of blood on your skin. you couldn’t do much to stop it.

limbs and eyes heavy as you tried focusing on him, on his wandering hands, his filthy mouth.

you wanted to go home.

he favored ignoring your sluggish mumbling and groans to comment about ‘wanting to fuck you nice and hard, giving you a few kits to remember him by.’

your clothes were practically in shreds. the chill in the air adding a faux impression of clarity as your arms started to weakly bang against him.

you didn’t even think he noticed as your fists wouldn’t even make it to his chest. you were so weak right now.

the only reason you weren’t crumpled on the ground as because he were pinning your entire body to the wall.

yet the inconsistent grip he had on you caused you to ping pong a bit.

“s stowp” you slurred, head lolling down as you felt his claws stop momentarily. he let out a cackle that rang through your eyes and rattled your brian stem.

fuck. you hissed. this is gonna one shit of a hang over

the drunk broke your thoughts as he continued his drunken rambles.

“the moment you took the sshhhot” spit flew in your face “i paid for… you were mine” he pushed his face in your neck, the hotness of his breathe sending distressed shivers down your body. urging your body to WAKE UP

yet he kept you pinned. you head looked to the side when tears started streaming down your face and with a big, slimy lick he greedily lapped them up.

you started struggling once his claws moved to your legs.

fuck fuck fuck you fucked up. you fucked up. why did you think this was a good idea, you knew something bad was going to happen. why didn’t you just listen to your gut. why didn’t you just take his watch and turn to the next man. why did you entertain him.

why did you let him buy you that drink.

“angel shot” had different meanings for the orderer.

if a woman ordered it, then security would either beat the shit or kill the demon she pointed out. (whether the staff respected women or just wanted an excuse to get blood on their hands, was a topic you often avoided thinking about)

but, if a man orders it… he wants to take a woman to the heavenly gates of sovereignty himself.

that last part is often open to interpretation.

nothing ever got done about these drinks. you were in hell after all. you think the politicians would ban something they invited?

the sting of his drool on an open, bloody bite mark on your collarbone ripped you from the sanctuary of your minds palace as his glowing yellow pierced into yours.

in an instant you felt nails digging into the flesh of your bruised and battered neck. blood dripped from your neck and onto your body as he squeezed harder.

black spots danced across your vision, followed by white, then purple, then red.

“help” you choked out, head lolling to the alley way as people walked by, not even phased. it was just an average day in hell after all.

the arm that wasn’t trying to put distance between you and him was heavily reaching out towards the street. hoping anyone, anything would come save you from your fuck up.

“get ready to meet god, bitch” he growled, hands-

there was a squelching noise as his breathe stilled. you dropped to the ground, hard. as he let go of you. his clawed hands fell limp to his sides. his face was blank as he staggered back.

“w-what” he stuttered, arms shakily moving to his stomach- well, what used to be his stomach- as a black tendril was impaling him.

you couldn’t move, couldn’t even stand or lift your eyes to see the scene before you. your heart beat was slow, yet thunderous in your ears. it’s thump almost made you miss the pleading, miss the screams of absolute anguish as the sound of flesh tearing and static and laughter filled the air. miss the way his head rolled in your direction before a dark, clawed hand reached from the hands and snatched it back.

it felt like hours before someone came up to you. but realistically, it was only a few seconds before you felt something hard and metal touch your head. only for the oddly shaped stick to wrap around your hair and yank your head up.

you groaned at the pain, eyes droopy as you struggled to stay conscious. you wouldn’t have been able to fight even if you wanted to.

paralyzing fear that washed over you like a tsunami, RUN. a voice spoke. yet you couldn’t even breath automatically. that job becoming harder and harder with each passing second. you couldn’t forget about the possibility of broken bones after… your viscous assault.

so you had no choice but to stay pliant to the new player in the game. 

“well well well” your eyes snapped up, your eyes met the abyss as a ferocious, crazed grin greeted you.

“it seems you carried over that habit of keeping… bad company he mused. although there was a hint of amusement in his radio voice, you knew there was nothing to laugh about.

he sighed before picking up the demons decapitated head by his hair. pushing it toward your face you were forced to smell him.

he pulled his staff- you- closer to the head, your upper body twisted uncomfortably as you were almost nose to nose with you.

a whine left your throat as alastor face came into your peripheral vision.

“what’s wrong? i thought you two were in the middle of something! but all means continue, i would hate to intrude”

he wasn’t talking about tonight. you knew that.

you felt your consciousness slip for a moment, only for a moment as a sharp sting penetrate your skull.

in a moments time the head was gone, but it was replaced by a dreaded sense of dejavú.

your brows widened as the face of pure, unadulterated fear contorted onto your face.

his grin only seemed to widen as his eyes crinkled harder.

“it seems someone remembers something. tell me miss y/n” he leaned closer, some kind of indigenous symbols started to crackle and float around him.

“tell me what you remember” he sneered, radio voice growling as his horn stretched out longer than before.

your mouth was dry, yet your tears were bountiful as your body’s natural reactions took over.

you were petrified. alastor knew this as you inhaled the intoxicating scent of terror that cling to you like perfume as you struggled to speak.

he hummed in what sounded like disappointment. but you were never sure what he was feeling as that damned smile was always glued on his face. even now.

he stepped away as he dropped your head, luckily your arms were positioned as the perfect pillow for your head to fall onto.

“since that cat has clearly stolen your tongue” he mused, briefly looking to the furry body he just… exterminated. he got bigger. horns growing even linger from his head, like branches from a tree, his already deformed limbs cracked and snapped like twigs as they went in all they grew longer, and larger in thr wrong directions.

you hadn’t thought it possible, but his smile grew larger, sharper as more teeth were revealed. pointy, yellow stained teeth with chunks of flesh and fur still in them smiled at you.

you were scared.

scared for you life-

your soul.

you wanted an escape.

giving up on physical escape meant the only place safe was your mind. yet even there he still resides.

yet his limbs weren’t twisted and broken, his voice wasn’t shrouded in statics and his hair most certainly wasn’t red.

you gasped.

alastor.

his face deepened.

“so you’ve remembered…”

you were shaking, visibly shaking as you saw two of him.

one with full teeth and brown eyes and hair… the other…

monstrous, nightmarish. hell-ish

why’d you think you could escape him, why’d you think you’d get mercy in your afterlife, when you didn’t revive any in your past life.

you didn’t wanna die by the same man twice.

alastor, who could practically read your mind inched his face down further

“don’t worry little one, i do not plan on making the same mistake twice.” like a flicker of a candle his demonic form turned into his human form. though you must have imagined or hallucinated it. as the thing was still there.

yet with each passing moment his horns subdued into his head. his grin downgraded into a smile as the symbols slinked out of existence one by one.

“i was quite… emotional back then.” he pet your hair, instantly stopping your shaking. he pretended it wasn’t because you were scared stiff.

“i didn’t know how to react when i heard you had a midnight rendezvous with the librarians son. it broken my heart” he sniffles, eyes slowly turning back into red slits.

“it saddened me, woed me to do what i had to do.” he sighed. you felt a punch to your gut as his personality did a compete 180.

“i never wanted to… yet you left me in a tricky situation” he shook his head sadly, palm against his cheek to empathize his sadness.

“but!” he said, a smile on his face as he pointed up. “i know it wasn’t your fault, that boy had been ogling you far too long so i did the only thing i thought that was fitting.”

his free hand opened his palm, showing you a faux image of smoke and mirrors, a woman and a man.

they looked around before they noticed each other. you could tell what their relationship was by how they ran to each other.

before they could reach each other, he crumpled his fist, nails digging into his glove as his slits narrowed.

“i ate you heart”

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1-800-662-4357 - addiction hotline.

*as the author I feel obligated to write this : reader is an alcoholic but they can’t see that they are. due to having friends struggle with this i’m telling you guys straight out. that reader is addicted to alch so that part isn't up to interpretation. it’s very serious and very isolating, please think about your friends and families before you go down this path. voluntarily or involuntarily. addiction isn’t fun or even remotely ‘cool.’ the more serious talks we have about addiction instead of crossing it out as 'something only dirty people do' and start seeing it for the monster it truly is; is the day we will get as a society. although i didn’t struggle with alcohol addiction, i was victim to another kind that plagues me to this day, so please take my advice and make smart choices.

this also extends to self destructive behaviors, like what reader is doing

personally, i think alastor is some kind of ace / demiromantic

out of all the things I was gonna write to come back, I never would've thought it was gonna be a hazbin hotel imagine. let alone an alastor x reader one.

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

The Witch's Bodyguard

(3) I'm Bad At Love

Actress!Wanda Maximoff x Bodygaurd!Fem!Reader

Summary: Wanda wants to know about your past

Word Count: 1.4K

Warnings: This is a hurt/comfort. Mentions of R's past relationship, abandonment issues

A/N: Wanda and R took over completely I did nothing it was all them

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@natashamaximoff-69 @godhatesgoodgirls @kristalag @mfd-101

It's a almost a month into your job as her security guard when she finally asks, "Can I ask you something?" You look up from the book in your hand.

"You can ask me anything Ma'am." You respond, setting the book down and giving her your attention.

"When you signed the contract you corrected one of my lawyers about you being Miss. and not Mrs. Were you married before?" You feel your chest tighten at the question. It certainly wasn't the question you were expecting.

You feel your chest tighten at the question, a rush of memories flooding your mind like a relentless tide. It wasn't a topic you were used to discussing, let alone with someone like Wanda, but her gentle curiosity urges you to open up, if only for a moment.

"I was," you respond, your voice flat, devoid of the usual stoicism.

Wanda's expression softens, her eyes reflecting a mixture of sympathy and understanding. "Is it okay to ask about it? I don't want to overstep," she speaks delicately, her concern palpable.

You take a moment to gather your thoughts, the weight of the past pressing down upon you. "It's not by any means a good story," you admit, your gaze flickering away from hers. "But if you want to hear it..."

Her unwavering gaze prompts you to continue, despite the reluctance gnawing at your insides. "We were high school sweethearts. Dated all four years, and when we turned 18, she wanted to get married. So we just went to city hall and did the paper thing. Said we'd do a big wedding when I was done with my tours."

You pause, the memories threatening to overwhelm you. "She was always so supportive, but when I came back from my last tour, things were different. Turns out she wasn't okay with waiting anymore, and I was in no condition from my last tour to do anything like a wedding. Came home ready to tell her about Val and the job opportunity, but she was gone... ten years, and she left me with a note."

The words hang heavy in the air, a tangible reminder of the pain you've carried with you for so long. Without realizing it, tears begin to blur your vision, a silent testament to the wounds that still haven't fully healed.

Before you can retreat into the walls you've built around yourself, Wanda is suddenly there, her arms wrapping around you in a comforting embrace. She's practically in your lap, her presence a warm anchor amidst the storm of emotions threatening to consume you.

Wanda's words wash over you like a soothing balm, her empathy a comforting presence in the midst of your turmoil. You're taken aback by the raw emotion in her voice, the sincerity evident in every syllable. It's a side of her you hadn't seen before, one that speaks to the depth of her compassion and understanding.

"I am so sorry, Y/N. You didn't deserve that. No one deserves that," she says, her voice trembling with emotion. "She could have at least waited and said it to your face."

Her words strike a chord deep within you, stirring emotions you've long since buried beneath layers of stoicism. For the first time in what feels like an eternity, you allow yourself to be vulnerable, to acknowledge the pain that still lingers beneath the surface.

In a moment of uncharacteristic vulnerability, you find yourself pulling Wanda closer, your arms wrapping around her waist as she settles onto your lap. She allows your tears to fall freely, offering silent solace in the embrace of your shared grief.

For a fleeting moment, the roles are reversed, and you find yourself seeking comfort in the arms of the woman you've sworn to protect. It feels oddly liberating, this unspoken exchange of support and understanding, a silent acknowledgment of the bond that binds you together.

As Wanda's comforting touch soothes the ache in your heart, time seems to blur into a haze of shared sorrow and quiet understanding. Minutes stretch into hours, the only constant the gentle rhythm of her hand rubbing circles on your back.

You try to apologize for your outburst, but Wanda cuts you off with a determined look, her hand cupping your face with a surprising tenderness. "Stop. You have nothing to be sorry about," she insists, her voice filled with conviction. "She broke your heart, turned your whole world upside down, and she just got to walk away like it never mattered. I don't know how she could have done that to you."

Her words strike a chord deep within you, stirring a sense of righteous anger at the injustice of it all. You find yourself lost in the depths of her gaze, her eyes reflecting a fire that matches the intensity of your own emotions.

Unable to resist the magnetic pull between you, you nod in silent agreement, a sense of solidarity forming between you like an unbreakable bond. When Wanda smiles at your acquiescence, your stomach flips with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation.

She's so close to you now, her warmth seeping into your very soul, and you can't help but notice how beautiful she looks in the flickering firelight. The urge to lean in and kiss her is almost overwhelming, a primal instinct that refuses to be ignored.

Your hands, which had loosened from their earlier grip, now find purchase on her hips, fingers curling around the curves of her body as if seeking reassurance in her proximity. The air between you crackles with tension, thick with unspoken desires and unexplored possibilities.

In that moment, with her so close and your heart pounding in your chest, you realize that perhaps, there's more to this connection than meets the eye.

As Wanda's gaze flickers downward to your lips, you feel a surge of desire coursing through your veins, a primal instinct urging you to close the distance between you. Her hesitation is palpable, but the hunger in her eyes speaks volumes, mirroring the raw intensity of your own longing.

You catch the subtle movement of her tongue darting out to wet her lips, a gesture that sends a shiver down your spine. The temptation to lean in and taste her is almost overwhelming, a magnetic pull that refuses to be denied.

But even as your instincts scream for release, you can't shake the nagging voice of reason at the back of your mind. You know the boundaries that shouldn't be crossed, the consequences that could come from succumbing to this forbidden desire.

And yet, in the heat of the moment, with her so close and the fire of passion burning bright between you, those concerns seem distant and inconsequential. All you can think about is the taste of her lips, the feel of her body pressed against yours, the sweet surrender of giving in to this undeniable attraction.

But as you gaze into her eyes, you realize that perhaps, just perhaps, this moment is meant to be savored, not rushed. And so, with a silent vow to honor the boundaries that keep you apart, you lean back just slightly, allowing the space between you to linger like a promise unfulfilled.

In that moment, with the fire still burning bright and the night stretching out before you, you find solace in the unspoken understanding that this desire, though powerful, is something to be cherished, not consumed.

"It's late, we should get to bed," you finally break the silence, the words feeling heavy on your tongue as you try to push aside the swirling emotions that threaten to consume you.

Wanda's pout is unmistakable, her disappointment evident in the downturn of her lips. For a fleeting moment, you're tempted to give in to the urge to stay, to lose yourself in the intoxicating allure of her presence.

But the weight of responsibility bears down upon you, a reminder of the boundaries that must be upheld, even in the face of temptation. You can't risk crossing that line, not when the consequences could be so devastating.

Wanda gets off of your lap, pout still adorning her face and its hard to ignore as the two of you make your way to her room, making sure she gets there safely. As she goes to enter her bedroom your hand grabs for her wrist. The action catches both of you off guard as your body moves on instinct, pulling her back into you, holding her against your chest. As you pull back you lean down giving a peck to her cheek.

“Thank you for everything tonight. It was something I needed.” Wanda’s face was flushed when you pulled back, making you smirk. “I’ll see you in the morning Ma’am.” You turned around, letting her go as you walked down the hall to your room. Maybe one day you’d be able to give yourself to her, but not tonight.

[thedeviltohisangel]

For A Fortnight There We Were (One Shot): It Fit Too Right

a/n: welcome to my all the things i did metaverse. please meet evelyn, a hollywood a-lister who falls in love with her co-star callum turner while filming masters of the air. this will most likely be a request based series so send them all in! would also love to flush out this relationship more with you guys through asks and chats. let me know what you think!!

He stood in the doorway of their hotel suite with a smile as he watched one person tug the corset of her gown tighter, another brush powder across her cheeks and a third place her hair over her shoulder in a meticulous manner. 

“I promise we’re almost done, baby.” 

“Don’t rush perfection on my account,” he said with a smile as he took a few steps into the room. “Let me help, love.” Callum grabbed the pair of heels from her stylist and dropped to one knee, Evelyn steadying herself on his shoulder as he slipped on one shoe and then the other. He kissed up her leg for good measure as she giggled, standing with a matching smile as she pulled him in for a kiss.

“People might get the wrong idea. You being on one knee like that.” In reality, he was just waiting for her to say she was ready and he’d be on one knee with a ring in hand in an instant. 

“The right idea you mean.” Evelyn blushed as her team began to filter out of the room. There was always a moment before every event that the two of them wanted time to themselves. They had gotten used to picking up the tempo for when it was arriving. “One day,” he followed up with a whisper. 

“One day. Soon.” He felt something blossom in his chest at her words. “Help me with my necklace?” The gold chain held a dainty C charm and fit perfectly snug around her neck as he clasped it securely.

“Gave you this necklace almost two years ago. So much has changed since then.” Yet so much had also stayed the same. They were still in each other’s orbit, circling the sun together and happy to live in this pattern for the rest of eternity. 

“And we finally get to show the world our love story.” Callum wrapped his arms around her from behind and they swayed gently to the song playing in his head. “Tracy told me there’s already stories lined up about the timeline of it all. About the overlap of still being legally married and filming the show and meeting you.” Her publicist warned her as soon as the premiere was scheduled that all the questions were going to get dragged up again. The accusations and the whispers of infidelity.

“I know the truth and you know the truth, Ev. That’s all that fucking matters.” The truth was that her marriage was a disaster the entire last year. The fights about his job and her job and fertility issues and the occasional bump of coke all mixing into a toxic sludge she was still working her way through years later.

“You’ll punch anyone who asks on the carpet or on the press tour?” She looked at him over her shoulder. 

“With a smile on my face,” Callum answered with a pucker of his lips. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Begrudgingly, she untangled herself from his arms and interlocked their fingers together in its place. He squeezed tight as they took the elevator down to the lobby with their security, her other hand wrapping around his wrist for two anchor points at the sight of the paparazzi waiting for them on the sidewalk. 

“Evelyn! Callum! Look to the left!

“To the right, guys, come on a little smile please!”

“Callum, how about a kiss?”

His hand landed on the small of her back as he helped her into the waiting SUV before sliding in next to her. Evelyn collapsed as the door shut. “Fucking brutal,” she muttered.

“I’m hoping they get what they want at the carpet and they can leave us alone when we get back tonight.” He reached for her hand and held it in his lap. “What are my lanes in the road for touching you tonight?” 

“Are you feeling particularly handsy tonight, Mr. Turner?” she asked with a smirk as he brought her hand to his lips and kissed across each knuckle. 

“That dress is an inspiration.” She leaned in with a giggle and kissed him square on the mouth. 

“Then make sure everyone there tonight knows that.” His eyebrows raised on their own accord. 

“Yeah? You mean that?” Normally, she was much more reserved. Making him settle for longing stares and soft, hidden smiles and subtle allusions to each other. She hid from all the attention and let her work speak for itself. 

“Maybe…maybe the part of me that always wants to hide should work on healing herself tonight.” It also had been a piece of homework from her therapist this week. 

“Okay. Okay, yeah, we’ll work on it tonight. Together.” 

“Together,” she reiterated as he kissed her hand again and then her lips. 

“You make me so happy. No matter what.” 

“You make me happiest,” she laughed as he buried his face in the crook of her neck and left a few kisses there. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

----

The ride was over all too quickly, the SUV idling at the start of the carpet and the sounds of muffled screaming and yelling reaching their ears instantly. Ever since their relationship had been made public, there had been attention on them like neither had ever experienced. 

She had been called a cheater, he had been called a social climber. Accusations of adultery and a months-long affair behind her husband’s back and questions on how valid Callum’s feelings could be as a less well-known star than her. Hell, Howard Stern had straight up asked her on his radio show how it felt to have power over the person she was in a relationship with when she had been so powerless previously. Callum certainly hadn’t taken kindly to the implication. 

Quarantine had been the perfect bubble for their love to take root and flourish. Had insulated them from the outside world as long as possible and allowed her walls to come down. They were built up so high after her failed marriage. Reinforced as her mind worked through the mental fuckery of falling in love with your co-star. Evelyn hadn’t known where she began and the character ended for the longest time but she knew in her heart she wanted to figure it out with him. 

The roar reached a fever pitch as Callum stepped out of the car, buttoned his jacket and waved to a group of fans on the side. He waited for her, watched her take a deep breath and square her shoulders before she took his outstretched hand and stepped out of the vehicle. 

Her movie star smiled flitted across her face easily as their fingers interlocked and her own hand raised in a wave before letting her boyfriend slot his lips against hers to the delight of the camera flashes. 

“Let’s do a couple autographs before interviews.” Her publicist gently pressed on the small of her back to guide in the direction of glossy photographs and posters and an endless sea of markers.

Evelyn smiled warmly as she let go of his hand and began to scrawl her name across various posters of her in Targaryen garb or an old military uniform or the occasional photo she had taken with a fan previously that they were now adding her penmanship to.

“Can I get a selfie?”

“Yeah of course!” She smiled with as many fans as she could and let them take a few photos to choose from before she was getting the signal it was time to keep it moving. “Thanks for coming!” Evelyn blew a few kisses to the crowd before Callum had her hand right back in his for the ensuing carpet walk. 

“Ev, you want to go first?” Tracy asked as she was beginning to urge her to the first photomark. She hit the X and did her best to look at the cameras like she wanted to fuck them. Those were normally the only shots that kept their hunger sated and kept from yelling too explicitly at her the rest of the night. 

She looked over her shoulder and watched Callum smile and show off his suit like it was second nature and she would be lying if she said she wasn’t excited to look at the photos later to see just how in love she was in this moment. He took her extended hand with a mischievous smile, falling in love all over again with this side of her that he knew well but she kept hidden from the outside world. 

“Let me get the two of you looking to the right!”

“Put your hands on her, mate!” “Look right at the camera with a smile, Evelyn!”

Callum furrowed his brow and wrapped his arm around her waist a little tighter as they kept fighting for a piece of them. They had both worked so hard to keep this one corner of their lives sacred and private but they couldn’t stay that way forever. Especially when they were trying to promote the show that brought them together in the first place. 

“You good?” he asked, leaning in to whisper in her ear.

“Hold my hand the rest of the carpet?”

“Of course, love.” Their eyes stayed locked together as he kissed the back of her hand and they made their way towards the first interviewer. 

“It’s so good to see you guys again!”

“It’s good to see you too! It’s been a minute,” Evelyn replied.

“Last time I saw you, Callum, you were with George Clooney which is a hard interview companion to top-”

“Oh, I’ve done it. This one’s my companion for life.” She couldn’t help but blush at his forwardness. “This show brought so many beautiful people to my life and introduced me to this incredible story of these men and the sacrifices they made for us but I’ll never be able to articulate what meeting this woman and falling in love with her has done for me and the honor that has truly been.” 

“This is why my team is always trying to keep us separate in front of a microphone because we always get a little in our feels about each other.” Evelyn rested her cheek against his chest.

“Tell me about that. You guys film this show and feel some vibes and then the premiere gets delayed for two years. Does this add to the nervousness or does it add to the excitement?”

“Definitely both,” Evelyn teases, “the characters are real people, real heroes, so there is such a desire to make sure the story is told in the most accurate, thankful way. Part of making sure that happened was fully devoting ourselves to the relationship between these two and to discover something real in the process was a really happy accident.” Her hand rested on his cheek and he kissed her palm, looking at her like she was the only girl in the entire world. For him she was.

“We had the opportunity to meet their children and grandchildren which was such a blessing because on paper I was skeptical, it seemed written for the movies, but they had letters and pictures and stories that really showed these two loved each other in a magical way their entire lives.”

“And what’s next for you two? I hear rumors we may see you, Ms. Shaw, in a movie about sand and worms…” Evelyn laughed. 

“I hear Austin Butler loves worms so you should ask him. I know nothing about a movie with those themes.” She mimed sealing her lips and throwing away the key. The interviewer looked to Callum for help.

“Hey, I know even less than you do. This one’s a steel trap.” 

“Alright, I’m getting the signal that the most in demand people on this carpet tonight are needing to move along. Have the best night ever you two!” They both offered their thanks before a team of security and assistants collapsed ranks around them as they moved down the carpet. 

“How’d we do, Trace?” Callum asked as he swung their interlocked hands back and forth. 

“You were on your best behavior. Thank you.” Evelyn was a typical client for a publicist. Did good work and got high profile projects, never caused controversy in an interview but had some skeletons in her closet. Evelyn always did exactly as she asked and took her advice as gospel. Her boyfriend on the other hand was all boisterous and laughed and sang and had not a care in the world. He wanted to hold her and kiss and let the whole world know he was in love with her and scream it from the rooftops. 

“I see Mr. Butler!” Evelyn pointed directly ahead to the tall blonde man taking photos with Barry. “Oh, and Barry! I haven’t seen him recently enough to ask about bathwater.”

“Look who it is! My first and second wheel!” Austin lifted her up and spun her around before greeting Callum. “You two walking together?” While he was very familiar with their PDA behind closed doors, it was rare to see it out in the open. 

“This is as close to her accepting a proposal as I’m gonna get, mate.” Ev rolled her eyes and turned to get in between them for the row of photographers currently screaming at them. She is safe in between the two of them. Had needed every ounce of it when she had arrived on set all those years ago. 

She knew Callum had a ring tucked away somewhere safe. Knew he was dying with every passing day to make things between them official forever. She meant soon when she had said it earlier. 

Evelyn looked up at him as the camera continued to blind her and she tuned them out. She smiled and he smiled right back. “I love you,” he whispered so it existed just between the two of them. 

“I love you, too. So much.” 

Yes. Soon indeed.

[daceydeath]

A Work Proposal (Part 16)

Pairing: Jeongin x reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Genre: Smut 🔞

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, swearing, exhibitionism, unprotected sex (don't), oral sex (F receiving), pet names, spanking, marking (biting)

You have been working with Stray Kids for a while now and after a long day at work turns into a very unexpected but intriguing proposal. Will this change your world or end your career?

It only took a week for you to get the hang of the touring schedule, it wasn't all that different to your regular life of trying to corral the kids to where they needed to be and when with the added bonus of planes, passports and swathes of Stay everywhere you went. The kids had tried their best to look after you and you were eternally grateful Chan constantly checked in, Changbin made sure that when you went anywhere you were always in the middle of the group to keep you feeling safe and Felix and Han spent hours making you laugh. As you expected there was absolutely no way they would be able to juggle spending time with you every night but after spending the night with Changbin and Felix you figured it was going to be less of when they needed you and more of when they could avoid scrutiny long enough to spend the time with you.

You were standing backstage at the arena in Newark waiting for the kids to arrive as the doors were going to open to the VIP ticket holders for soundcheck in just under an hour. The set was perfect, everything was working correctly and all the lighting and sound crew members had a good understanding of what you needed from them before the first rehearsal so to speak. With the lights dimmed you had buried your nose in your tablet to make sure that you had everything set for the kids arrival. A tap on your shoulder made you jump slightly which made Jeongin laugh quietly at you.

"What are you doing here so early" you asked confused as to why he was spending his short time off at the arena instead of sightseeing or resting.

"I wanted to see you" he grinned playfully stepping closer and placing his hands on your hips to pull you the rest of the way until you were pressed against his chest before claiming your lips roughly his tongue finding yours as you allowed him to deepen the kiss melting into his touch.

"What if the crew sees us?" you whispered, panic setting in as soon as your lips parted from his urgently looking around to see if you could find any crew members nearby.

"They have all gone for their break before the show don't you remember your own schedule Angel?" he chuckled cheekily taking your hand and leading you out beside the stage "I need you and I need to fuck you on that fucking stage Angel, I want to remember how your tight little pussy felt around my cock when I'm performing tonight" he purred sexily.

"Jeongin" you whined softly his words going straight to your cunt making it throb with arousal.

"That a yes Angel?" he whispered against your neck between languid kisses sliding the neck of your top to the side and lightly biting your shoulder to leave another mark on you.

"Yes please" you whimpered already enjoying the way his hands massaged your breasts and he kissed you. He smirked against your skin taking your hand in his and leading you again up and onto the front section of the dimly lit stage.

"As much as I want you naked I think it might be better if you just pull that cute little skirt up" he murmured helping you to shimmy it up to around your hips before helping you pull you underwear off. "kneel down Angel I want you from behind".

Without a word you complied and sank to your knees placing your hands on the stage and shaking your bare arse at Jeongin you heard him undo and drop his jeans the dull thud of his belt buckle hitting the stage made you very aware how easily you could be found. Excitement burned through your veins as you could faintly hear the fans outside the stadium making noise and the faint noise of singing, you could understand why Jeongin liked to take risks.

"You look so pretty like this Angel, all ready and glistening for me fuck" he groaned lowering himself to the stage behind you but instead of his cock you moaned as you felt his tongue slide between your folds.

"Jeongin" you gasped swallowing hard as he slurped and sucked on your entrance and clit burring his face into you.

"So delicious Angel" he growled against your lips slowly pushing his tongue into you to taste you better.

"Shit" you groaned quietly your arms beginning to shake the wet sounds of him feasting on you seemed to echo around you.

"God this is going to be so good" you heard him pant sliding the tip of his cock through your folds to saturate his length grinding the tip against your clit a few times making your walls clench around nothing "ready Angel?".

He didn't wait for your answer before he guided himself inside you bottoming out and groaning loudly. His hips pulling himself from you slowly before snapping back into you roughly setting a bruising pace. You keened loudly as he pounded into you with desperation after a few thrusts his hand came down on your right cheek with a sharp slap making you jolt and him moan.

"Fuck such a good girl Angel letting me fuck you like this, like a little slut where anyone could see us, Fuck" he babbled with pleasure his hand coming down again to spank you slightly harder this time the noise harsher against the quiet of the arena. You shook before your arms finally caved in leaving you resting on your elbows, Jeongin grunted loudly and fucked himself even deeper into you your pleasure building steadily a this new angle.

"Fuck Jeongin" you sobbed the knot in your belly getting tighter and tighter as he continued to thrust roughly his cock hitting the perfect spat within your velvet walls. You could almost feel the smirk on his face as he reached one arm around you to pull you up against his chest the other hand finding your clit to begin circling it rapidly causing a spike of ecstasy that made you cry out.

"Cum for me Angel" he begged desperately his thrusts becoming sloppy as he got closer to reaching his peak.

"Jeongin" you yelped your walls clamping down on him as your high hit you trembling as he folded himself around you and painted your insides with thick ropes of white cum.

"You are perfect Angel" he panted slightly pulling himself from you and redressing quickly before helping you to your feet and sliding your underwear back up your legs. He paused to kiss your temple softly taking in your slightly dazed expression before tugging your skirt back into position. Slipping your hand into his he walked you both to the greenroom that they boys had been given and grabbed you a bottle of water from the fridges.

"That was a first" you admitted swallowing a mouthful of water.

"Lets have another first then" he grinned wickedly "lets get you cleaned up so it doesn't look like you have been thoroughly fucked".

"Do we have time to go back to the hotel then?" you mused checking the time.

"Nah round two in the showers Angel" he smirked kissing you again "I want you naked this time".

AN: It's a shorter one this time but thank you for reading your support is hugely appreciated at this point in my life and it keeps me going so know every like, reblog or comment gives me a little push to fight on xx

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[simpforfandom231]

marry me

Heeeey guuuuuyyyys!!!! sooo i'm going through shit but i can move my legs a bit already so that's good! i didn't wanna be gone too long soo here is a small one, forgive me if there is any mistakes, my mind is not the best now but hey I have courage to write again! -----------------------------------------------------------------------------

As the bustling streets of Brussels welcomed the onset of evening, Reneé Rapp, the charismatic star of the Snow Hard Feelings tour, strolled hand in hand with her girlfriend, Y/N. The air was alive with the aroma of freshly baked waffles and the sounds of laughter from nearby cafes. It was one of those rare moments of tranquility amidst the whirlwind of fame.

"Isn't this city just magical?" Reneé exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement as they passed by a street performer juggling flaming batons.

Y/N smiled, her gaze drifting toward a nearby boutique. "Definitely! And look at that sweater in the window, it's so cool!"

Reneé followed Y/N's gaze, her interest piqued. "Oh, that does look amazing! Let's go check it out."

Hand in hand, they entered the boutique, the tinkling of the bell announcing their arrival. Y/N made a beeline for the sweater while Reneé browsed through the racks of clothes, occasionally pulling out a particularly outrageous item to show her girlfriend.

"This would look fabulous on you," Reneé teased, holding up a neon pink faux fur jacket.

Y/N chuckled, shaking her head. "I think I'll pass on that one, thanks."

Just as Y/N was admiring the intricate design of the sweater, a sharp voice pierced through the air.

"Hey, aren't you Reneé Rapp?" a young girl exclaimed, her eyes widening in disbelief as she recognized the famous singer.

Reneé grinned, her natural charm effortlessly taking over. "Guilty as charged! What's your name?"

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully, used to these impromptu fan encounters. She watched as Reneé chatted with the girl, signing an autograph and posing for a quick selfie.

Once the fan had left, Y/N sighed, her frustration bubbling to the surface. "Can't we just have one shopping trip without being interrupted?"

Reneé's expression softened, and she reached out to gently squeeze Y/N's hand. "I'm sorry, babe. I know it can be annoying."

Y/N managed a small smile, appreciating Reneé's understanding. "It's okay, I guess. Let's just focus on finding that sweater."

As they continued browsing, Reneé kept a watchful eye out for any more fans while trying to maintain a sense of normalcy for Y/N's sake. However, it seemed like fate had other plans.

"Reneé! Can I get a picture with you?" another voice called out, and before Reneé could respond, a group of excited fans swarmed around them, their cameras flashing incessantly.

Y/N sighed in resignation, exchanging amused glances with Reneé amidst the chaos. "Well, so much for a quiet shopping trip."

Reneé chuckled, her arm around Y/N's waist as they posed for yet another photo. "Looks like we're becoming quite the attraction here in Brussels."

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of photo ops and autographs, the crowd dispersed, leaving Reneé and Y/N with a newfound appreciation for the sanctuary of the boutique.

"Okay, let's make a deal," Reneé said with a mischievous glint in her eye. "If we manage to get through the rest of our shopping without any more interruptions, the sweater is all yours."

Y/N grinned, feeling a surge of determination. "You're on!"

With renewed determination, they dove back into their shopping spree, their laughter echoing through the boutique as they picked out outfits for each other and shared playful banter.

After what felt like hours of blissful uninterrupted shopping, they finally emerged from the boutique, Y/N proudly sporting her new sweater.

"Mission accomplished!" Reneé declared triumphantly, pressing a kiss to Y/N's cheek.

Y/N smiled, feeling a rush of gratitude for the woman by her side. Despite the challenges of fame, moments like these made it all worthwhile.

As the night descended upon Brussels, the vibrant energy of the city seemed to converge upon the grand concert venue where Reneé Rapp was set to perform. Y/N watched from the VIP section, her heart swelling with pride as she beheld her girlfriend commanding the stage with an electrifying presence.

Dressed in a glittering ensemble that shimmered under the stage lights, Reneé exuded an aura of confidence as she launched into her performance, the opening notes of "Not My Fault" sending ripples of excitement through the audience.

Y/N couldn't tear her eyes away as Reneé's voice filled the air, each lyric delivered with an intensity that seemed to speak directly to her soul. It was as if the entire world faded away, leaving only Reneé and the mesmerizing melody that enveloped them both.

Lost in the moment, Y/N felt a rush of emotion as Reneé's gaze seemed to lock onto hers, a knowing smile playing at the corners of her lips. It was a look that spoke volumes, a silent declaration of love amidst the sea of adoring fans.

But just as the song reached its crescendo, a sudden commotion broke out in the crowd. Y/N's heart leapt into her throat as she watched Reneé's expression shift from exhilaration to concern in an instant.

Without hesitation, Reneé halted the music, her voice cutting through the chaos as she called out to the distressed fan. "Hey, are you okay?"

Y/N strained to hear over the din of the crowd, her eyes darting anxiously as she searched for any sign of trouble.

"I-I think so," the fan stammered, her voice trembling with emotion as Reneé knelt beside her.

Reneé's brow furrowed with concern as she gently helped the fan to her feet. "Take deep breaths, okay? We're going to get you some help."

As Reneé called for the medical team to assist the fan, Y/N felt a swell of admiration for her girlfriend's selflessness. Despite the interruption to her performance, Reneé's priority remained clear: ensuring the safety and welfare of her audience.

With the fan in capable hands, Reneé turned back to the stage, her resolve unwavering. "I want to make sure everyone is safe before we continue," she announced, her voice resonating with authority.

The crowd erupted into applause, their admiration for Reneé evident in every cheer and applause. Y/N watched with a swelling heart as Reneé's leadership and compassion shone brightly in the face of adversity.

Finally, with the fan safely attended to, Reneé resumed her performance, her voice ringing out with renewed vigor. As the music filled the air once more, Y/N couldn't help but feel a surge of pride for the woman she loved, knowing that no obstacle could dim the brilliance of Reneé Rapp.

Amidst the cheers and applause, Y/N caught Reneé's eye once more, a silent exchange of love and gratitude passing between them. In that moment, amidst the chaos and uncertainty, they found solace in each other's unwavering support, a bond stronger than any challenge they faced.

Unbeknownst to the audience, it wasn't just any ordinary performance for Reneé Rapp—it was her and Y/N's four-year anniversary, a milestone they both cherished deeply.

In between songs, Reneé took a moment to engage with her adoring fans, her infectious smile lighting up the stage as she bantered with the audience.

"You all are amazing tonight!" Reneé exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine gratitude. "But you know what makes tonight even more special?"

The crowd murmured in curiosity, hanging on Reneé's every word as she leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"It's mine and Y/N's four-year anniversary!" Reneé announced, her excitement palpable. "And I thought, what better way to celebrate than with all of you?"

Cheers erupted throughout the venue, the audience sharing in Reneé's joy as she explained her plan.

"I want to sing a little bit of 'The Wedding Song' for Y/N," Reneé continued, her gaze sweeping over the crowd. "And I need your help to make it extra special. Are you with me?"

The response was deafening as the audience erupted into cheers and applause, eager to participate in the celebration.

With a smile that could light up the darkest of nights, Reneé invited Y/N onto the stage, her heart swelling with love as she took her girlfriend's hand in hers.

Y/N's cheeks flushed with excitement as she joined Reneé in the spotlight, her eyes never leaving her girlfriend's captivating gaze. As the music began to play, Y/N found herself entranced by the graceful movements of Reneé's body, each step a mesmerizing dance that spoke volumes of their love.

As they sang together, their voices blending in perfect harmony, Y/N couldn't help but feel a rush of desire coursing through her veins. Reneé's presence was intoxicating, her passion igniting a fire within Y/N's soul.

Lost in the moment, they swayed together to the rhythm of the music, their love shining brighter than any spotlight. And as the final notes of the song faded into the night, they shared a tender embrace, the applause of the audience washing over them like a warm embrace.

With tears of joy glistening in her eyes, Y/N whispered words of love and gratitude to Reneé, their bond stronger than ever as they celebrated their anniversary in the spotlight of their love. And amidst the cheers and applause, they knew that this moment would be etched in their hearts forever, a testament to the power of love to conquer all.

As the audience erupted into cheers and applause, Reneé's heart pounded with excitement and nervous anticipation. This was the moment she had been waiting for, the culmination of months of planning and a lifetime of love.

Stepping forward, Reneé took a deep breath, her eyes locked on Y/N's as she began her speech. "Y/N, from the moment I met you, my life changed in ways I never could have imagined. You've brought so much joy, laughter, and love into my world, and I am eternally grateful for every moment we've shared together."

A soft smile tugged at Y/N's lips as she listened, her eyes shining with emotion. She knew what was coming next, but that didn't make the moment any less thrilling.

"Every day with you is an adventure, a journey filled with laughter, tears, and everything in between," Reneé continued, her voice filled with sincerity. "You are my partner, my confidante, and my best friend, and I can't imagine facing this crazy world without you by my side."

The audience watched with bated breath as Reneé's speech reached its climax, the anticipation mounting with each passing moment. And then, with a flourish, Reneé dropped to one knee, a small velvet box in her hand.

"Y/N, will you do me the honor of being my wife?" Reneé asked, her voice filled with emotion as she looked up at Y/N with unwavering love and devotion.

Y/N's heart soared as she nodded eagerly, tears of joy welling up in her eyes. "Yes, Reneé, a million times yes!"

The crowd erupted into cheers and applause, their excitement filling the air as Reneé slipped the ring onto Y/N's finger, sealing their love with a promise of forever.

In that moment, surrounded by the people they loved most in the world, Reneé and Y/N knew that their journey together was just beginning. And as they embraced, their hearts overflowing with love and happiness, they couldn't wait to embark on the adventure of a lifetime, hand in hand, forevermore.

[hoshifighting]

oh my god…. seungkwan fingering …..

what about him punishing u in public after he catches u touching urself without him

Reader X Idol! Seungkwan

Word Count: 1,1k

Warnings: Smut, fingering, public sex, bathroom sex, public teasing.

The anticipation bubbled within you as you prepared to reunite with Seungkwan after his long tour. He had been away for what felt like an eternity, and the nights without him had been lonesome echoes of longing. The touch of his hands, the taste of his lips, and the way he effortlessly made your heart race were distant memories that fueled your eagerness.

Finally, the day arrived when Seungkwan returned home, tired yet excited to be back. Eager to make up for lost time, you decided to gather some friends and head to a local bar for a night of laughter and catching up. The evening promised to be a joyful reunion, a celebration of love, and shared moments.

As you arrived home from your classes, the apartment seemed unusually quiet. It took a moment for you to realize that Seungkwan was probably in the bath, freshening up after the long journey. You couldn't help but smile at the thought of seeing him, feeling the warmth of his presence enveloping you once more.

You entered the apartment to find a faint aroma of his favorite bath salts wafting through the air. the bathroom door was slightly ajar, and you could hear the sound of water running. Your heart fluttered with excitement as you imagined the joyful reunion awaiting you.

While Seungkwan indulged in the bath, you couldn't help but reminisce about the nights you spent alone, yearning for his touch. The loneliness had etched a longing in your soul, making the prospect of being with him again all the more enticing.

Unbeknownst to you, your hand absentmindedly found its way under the waistband of your shorts. the memory of Seungkwan's tender touches, the way he made you lose yourself during sex, overwhelmed your senses. A quiet sigh escaped your lips as you succumbed to the yearning that had built up during his absence, your fingers circling your clit, the arousal already dripping from your pussy.

As you lost yourself in the moment, the bathroom door creaked open, and Seungkwan emerged, a towel draped loosely around his waist. His eyes met yours, a playful smirk dancing on his lips as he took in the scene before him.

"well, someone's been missing me quite a bit, huh?"

Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment as Seungkwan's teasing comment hung in the air. Yhe surprise of being caught was enough to make you gasp, freezing in place.

"I won't let you get away with this," he declared, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

As you got ready, you couldn't help but steal glances at Seungkwan, who was now dressed and waiting for you.

The bar was alive with energy, the laughter of friends and the music creating a lively atmosphere. however, the lingering effects of Seungkwan's playful teasing had left your body feeling weak, and as you leaned against the bar.

Seungkwan, always bold and affectionate, wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close. His lips brushed against your ear as he whispered naughty things that sent shivers down your spine. The sensation of his hips pressing against yours made your heart race, and you bit your lip nervously, trying to maintain composure.

As you waited for your drink, you looked around, hoping that the bar's lively ambiance would distract others from his bulge pressed tight on your ass. You could feel the gaze of strangers, but you chose to ignore it, savoring the closeness you had missed during Seungkwan's tour.

A sulking expression crossed your face as you shot a glance at Seungkwan, silently expressing your discomfort with his teasing. He, however, only grinned in response, his eyes glinting with mischief. Clearly enjoying the effect he had on you, he teased, "What's the matter, love? Can't handle a little excitement in public?"

The sudden urgency in Seungkwan caught you off guard as he wasted no time, steering you towards the nearest bathroom. Your back pressed against the cool surface, Seungkwan's hands worked swiftly to rid you of your jeans. The sensation of his touch after such a long separation made your legs tremble with anticipation.

Seungkwan, his desire evident, licked his fingers before skillfully working them on you. His digits getting inside of your pussy without trouble, since youre already so wet.

You couldn't help but let out a whimper that was swallowed by his kiss, capturing the sound of your pleasure. The bathroom seemed to shrink, the warmth of his mouth against yours only intensified the pleasure coursing through your veins.

The sudden fear of being caught sent a thrill through your body, and your breath hitched as the realization hit you. Just as the bathroom door seemed like it could open at any moment, Seungkwan's hand found its way to your throat, pressing gently against pressure points.

Seungkwan's lips were dangerously close to your ear, and he whispered in a low, husky voice, "Imagine if someone walked in right now, catching us like this. Would you be able to keep quiet, or would you let out those sweet little sounds you make for me?"

His grip tightened ever so slightly, a silent reminder of the control he held in that moment. "You're mine, and I want everyone to know," he continued, his voice a seductive whisper. "Let them see just how much you crave me, how much you can't resist when I touch you like this."

Seungkwan's whispered words seemed to penetrate straight to your core, weakening even the strongest resolve. The combination of his seductive voice, the pressure on your throat, and the anticipation of someone potentially entering the bathroom created a cocktail of desire that was impossible to resist. In response to his words, you arched your back from the wall, a small whimper escaping your lips as you succumbed to the pleasure building within you.

Seungkwan reveled in your reaction, his confidence evident in the devilish smirk that played on his lips. "That's it" he murmured, his voice a velvet caress against your ear. "Let them hear you, love. Show them how good I make you feel."

As your body quivered with pleasure, Seungkwan continued to exert a controlled pressure on your throat, his fingers skillfully exploring the wetness that had already pooled between your folds. The intensity of the moment reached its peak, and with a soft moan, you finally orgasmed.

You found yourself leaning on Seungkwan for support, your head resting on his shoulder. Your knees felt weak, Seungkwan, always attentive, gently helped you readjust your clothes, ensuring you looked presentable once more.

Once you were composed, Seungkwan held you close, his arms wrapped around you protectively. In the dimly lit restroom, he looked into your eyes, a soft smile playing on his lips. "God, I missed you so much," he confessed, his voice filled with sincerity.

[sagesolsticewrites]

Welcome Home

Rosie finally returns home after his second tour, and you take the opportunity to show him exactly how much you missed him

Special thanks to my bestie @winniemaywebber for making a whole playlist for this fic??? What??? What in the world did I do to deserve such wonderful friends 😭

Warnings: mature content (oral (f receiving), PinV penetration), some dom/sub dynamics if you squint (Rosie’s switchyyyy in this 🥰), swearing, mentions of scars/wounds, historical inaccuracies (18+! minors begone!)

Word count: 1.8k!

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction based off the portrayal by the actors in the Apple TV+ series. I hold nothing but respect for the real life individuals referenced within.

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You wait anxiously on the train platform, amongst a hundred other wives and mothers and friends waiting for their loved ones’ safe return.

When Rosie had told you that he was re-enlisting after his first tour… a thousand emotions had run through you at once. Terror. Disbelief. Pride. Of course your Robert wouldn’t be satisfied until the job was finished.

And now it was. Germany had surrendered, and Rosie was finally coming home to you.

There was a hiss and a squeal as the long-awaited train pulled to a stop, and then a cacophony of shouting and joyous cheers as loved ones called to each other.

You scan the sea of joyful reunions, searching for a familiar head of curls.

A shout of your name makes you turn your head, and there he is.

Eyes sparkling, mustache neatly groomed, looking as handsome as ever in his dress uniform, stood Rosie.

Your feet carry you to him as if they have a mind of their own, and Rosie fights through the crowd to meet you halfway, catching you as you launch yourself into his arms.

You laugh in disbelief— he’s here, holding you, he’s real— as you urgently press your lips to his, the tears you’ve been trying to hold back spilling over your cheeks.

You pull away just enough to catch your breath, noses pressed together, lips brushing as you murmur soft, hurried greetings of “welcome home, baby,” “missed you so much,” “so, so proud of you.”

After what feels like an eternity of being back in his arms, lips locked in a passionate kiss, Rosie pulls away just slightly.

“Take me home, honey pie,” he murmurs, and you nod eagerly.

You let out a yelp of surprise as, rather than setting you down to lead you out to the car, Rosie simply turns and carries you out to the lot with you securely in his arms.

He pulls you in for yet another urgent kiss when he sets you down as you arrive at the car, and the promise of more sparking in his eyes has you speeding to your Brooklyn apartment.

It’s difficult to unlock the door with his lips attacking your neck, never mind his wandering hands, but you manage it, and close it quickly behind you as Rosie wastes no time in leading you to your bedroom.

“I missed you,” he murmurs between kisses, pulling you flush against him, his hands resting low on your waist, “so much, honey.”

“Missed you,” you whimper, fumbling with the buttons as you make quick work of tossing his jacket off to some corner of your room as he does the same to your dress.

He catches on quickly, yanking off his tie and drab olive shirt, leaving him just in his slacks as he walks you backwards, leaving a trail of hot kisses all down your neck.

“Been dreaming about this for so long,” he mumbles against your skin, “Thinkin’ about what I was gonna do to you when I got home.”

You shiver as he lays you down gently on the bed, his fingertips tracing the satin edges of your brassiere.

“Want me to show you?”

His voice is hoarse and raspy against your ear, making goosebumps appear all over you.

“Yes,” you gasp, your hands wandering over his exposed skin for the first time in far too long, “Please.”

You feel him grin against your skin as his mouth attacks your neck, making your back arch off the bed. 

Once your neck has been thoroughly kissed, sucked, and nipped into submission, he steps back to admire his handiwork.

You let his gaze linger on you until you can’t stand it and lift one leg to nudge him into doing something, your breath hitching when he grabs your ankle, his eyes darkening.

A glint in his eye, he bends down to brush a kiss to your ankle, your calf, your knee… he kisses his way up your leg, making you whine when he avoids your increasingly damp core in favor of continuing his path up to your hipbone. He stops to scatter kisses all along your stomach before mouthing at the valley between your breasts as he makes quick work of your brassiere.

“Oh, fuck, sweetheart,” he says, one hand coming up to cup your breast reverently, “You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs against your skin, trailing his lips to wrap around your nipple and suck.

His name leaves your mouth in a cry as he swirls his tongue around your peaked bud, pulling away with a pop to turn his attention to your other breast. 

Your hand buries itself in his curls as he pulls away once more, tugging him up for a kiss. His tongue meets yours as you moan into his mouth, grinding up into him with a whine in an attempt to ease the pressure in your core.

“I gotcha, honey, I gotcha,” he breathes against your lips, his searing blue gaze locking on yours as his mouth follows a trail down, down, down to the waistband of your panties.

“Robbie,” you whine, the old nickname tumbling from your lips as he digs his teeth softly into the flesh above your waistband, gently easing your underwear off.

“Oh, honey,” he gasps, taking in your damp core, “When I tell you I’ve been dreaming about this for so long…”

Before you can grind out an impatient stop talking, his mouth is on you.

You moan, long and loud, as he licks deep through your folds, his nose at the perfect angle to add just the right amount of pressure to your clit.

“Shit, darling,” he groans as he licks and sucks at your core, the vibrations making your toes curl, “Taste even better than I remembered, fuck—”

Unable to keep eye contact, your head falls back against the bed with a choked whine, your hands finding their way down to grip at Robert’s curls.

Each talented movement of his tongue brings you closer to release, that string of tension in your belly growing tighter and tighter. 

Robert’s tongue brushes a very particular spot inside you that has you gasping for air, giving his curls a particularly aggressive yank, which in turn causes him to growl against you— and that’s the moment that the string snaps and sends you over the edge.

You feel Robert’s mouth move frantically against you as you ride out your orgasm, his mouth and mustache damp with your release as he pulls away, brushing a gentle kiss to the inside of your thigh.

“I can’t tell you how many times I’ve thought about doing that, honey,” he says, kissing his way back up to your mouth, “But none of them came close to the real thing.”

You smile into the kiss before he pulls away, hovering over you.

You take the chance to scan over Rosie’s body, tracing the lines and curves of him with your fingertips, taking in the scars and scrapes and bruises.

He freezes above you, avoiding your eyes as you try to meet his gaze, concerned.

Eventually, you realize what he’s having difficulty with.

“Robbie,” you say softly, cupping his cheek so his eyes meet yours once more, “You’re beautiful. These scars don’t change that. And I know you may not believe me right now—” you begin to brush featherlight kisses to the scrapes and bruises decorating his face and neck, “— but I’ll keep reminding you every day until you do.”

At his unconvinced nod, you take a chance. You leverage your weight and flip so that you’re now the one hovering over him.

“These scars—” you say between gentle kisses to each and every mark decorating his skin, “are a reminder to you and everyone who knows you that you’re a fighter. You— you stayed, honey, you did what you knew was right and saw it through to the end and even though I was absolutely terrified of losing you—” you inhale shakily as some of the fear you’d felt over the past few months seeps into your voice before you collect yourself, “I couldn’t be prouder. My brave, brave boy.”

You capture his lips in a tender yet heated kiss, and he melts against you, one hand moving up to fist into your hair as he pulls you impossibly closer.

You slowly begin to grind against him, your bare skin gliding deliciously against the fabric of his slacks covering the bulge at the apex of his thighs.

“Sweetheart, I—” he gasps desperately into your mouth, “shit, I need to be inside you. Lemme show my girl how much I missed her, please—”

You moan, the sound swallowed by his mouth as you fumble with his belt, Rosie wriggling out of his slacks and boxers impatiently.

You can’t resist grinding against him a few times, his breath catching at the feeling of your damp folds gliding against his bare cock.

“Honey,” he whines, burying his face in your neck, “Quit teasing, please, waited so long for this, lemme fuck you, please—”

You relent, nearly as unable to stand your own teasing as he is. Your breaths mingle as he positions himself at your entrance and you slowly, slowly, sink down onto him, biting back a stuttering moan as you stretch around him.

“Oh sweetheart,” Rosie groans, pretty blue eyes fluttering shut, “Fuck— you feel so good, honey, so tight—”

You whine at the praise, slowly rocking in his lap as you adjust to his size, gradually moving up and down his length at a toe-curlingly slow pace.

“Y/N, Y/N,” he gasps into your mouth, gripping at your hips in a futile attempt to speed you up, “Shit, you’re gonna kill me, sweetheart.”

An entirely too innocent giggle escapes you as you continue to ride him agonizingly slowly, teasing yourself as much as him. 

After several minutes of teasing, Robert’s soft pleading only adding to the growing tension in your core — “waited so long for this, honey, please, please don’t make me wait any longer,”— your breathing becomes heavy. Robert’s hands wander over every inch of you, leaving trails of fire as you finally, finally, speed up in earnest.

“Robbie,” you gasp, “Missed this so much, baby, missed you—”

“Missed you more, sweet girl,” he breathes, burying his face in your neck to muffle the stuttering moan that escapes him, “F-fuck, ‘m gonna—”

“C’mon, baby, please,” you breathe into his ear, fisting his curls as you feel your orgasm building, “‘M right there, please, Robbie…”

His fingers dig into your skin, groaning your name, hips stuttering as he spills into you, your release following almost immediately after.

Your chest heaves as you try to catch your breath, Robert letting out a soft whine as you carefully lift yourself off of him.

“I’m so, so happy you’re home, honey,” you whisper breathlessly as you curl up next to him on the bed, fingertips tracing his jaw, pulling him close so your noses brush, “I love you.”

“I love you more, honey pie,” comes Rosie’s soft reply, grinning against your lips as he pulls you in for a long, sweet kiss.

[roosterforme]

Right Girl, Wrong Time Part 4 | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: You and Bradley know a level of comfort with each other that neither have felt with anyone else. When you finally make it to the alumni reunion, you run into some familiar faces, making it difficult to discuss your expectations. 

Warnings: Smut, fluff, swears, and angst

Length: 3800 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader (former fuckboy college student Bradley)

This is a sequel to accompany my story Old Habits Die Hard (you'll want to read that one first)!

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Bradley took your hand as you led him up to a cute little cottage with a crumbling front step. He was so surprised when you gave him directions to get here in the car, leading him past his old fraternity house and your old apartment building. 

"This just looks like somewhere you'd live," he muttered as you unlocked the door and led him inside. He set his suitcase down and glanced around. 

"It's cute, but it's really small. I'll take you on a thirty second tour."

You weren't joking. After half a minute, Bradley had seen everything and he'd backed you up against your bedroom door frame. "What are you wearing tonight?" he asked, placing a gentle kiss on your chin. Bradley watched your eyes flutter closed as you reached for him.

"A pretty black dress," you whispered, pulling him closer to you by his belt loops. 

He leaned on one forearm above your head and nodded. "Sounds lovely. Can't wait to take it off you later."

You smiled and laughed softly. Then you got a faraway look in your eye. "Was it weird driving past the Beta house?" Bradley just shrugged, and then you said, "I hate walking past it when I go to campus to teach."

"Why, Sugar?" he asked.

You pressed your lips together and then ducked your head away from him. Bradley gave you a moment to process what you wanted to say, but every part of him really wanted to tell you he still felt the same way about you ten years later. He didn't want to hear you tell him that your heart ached when he was standing right in front of you now.

You swallowed hard. "Because that's where I broke up with you." Your voice sounded so small, and it took you a few more seconds to meet his eyes. You laughed, but it was a hollow sound. "You always called me a smart girl, but I just don't know."

Bradley kissed your lips. "You'll always be smarter than me." 

You pushed away from the wall and cleared your throat. "I'm going to get cleaned up and get changed," you whispered, glancing down at your cum streaked thighs. 

Bradley grinned and kissed you on the forehead. Then you pulled your dress off and started walking around naked, gathering some sweatpants and a sports bra and heading to the bathroom. 

He ended up collapsing on your couch to wait for you. He was debating coming clean about living in San Diego. More than anything, since last night, he had wanted you to choose him now. Maybe you didn't want to tie him down before, but he really liked the idea of being with you again now. You made sense to him in a way that nobody else ever had. And if there was even a chance he could make you his again, he wasn't going to want to give it a go with any other woman.

"Do you want a cup of tea?" Your voice made him both eternally comfortable and also slightly uneasy now. He just nodded and watched you get two mugs of tea ready in your tiny kitchen, wearing just your sports bra and baggy sweatpants. 

When you set the mugs down on the coffee table and dropped down on the couch next to him, you were instantly snuggling up against him. He wrapped his arm around you and let your lips graze his scarred neck. 

"Are you looking forward to seeing anyone tonight?" you asked, letting your hand settle on his leg. "I haven't really kept up with anyone."

Bradley smiled and laughed softly. "Sugar, I think I subconsciously came back here just in case you were going to be here." You buried your face against him and hummed. "But to answer your question, I wouldn't mind seeing Tyson. I talk to him occasionally."

"You do? That's nice. Always thought he was too good for Janessa."

Bradley snorted. "She cheated on him like a month after we graduated."

You rolled your eyes up at him and said, "I'm not surprised."

"He always liked you. Everyone was so shocked you were with me," he said, trailing his hand along your bare skin. "Me included."

You turned to face him, fullying climbing into his lap and sitting on his left thigh. Bradley welcomed you there, almost delighting in this pleasure you were bestowing upon him before the almost certain pain he would feel tomorrow and the day after and the day after, when he returned home alone. 

You pushed your fingers up into his hair and kissed his mustache and then his lips. The tip of your nose was pressing into his cheek as you sighed and whispered, "You were the best boyfriend I ever had."

This simple sentence was echoing around in his mind. How could that be possible? After so many years? But you'd done the impossible to him, too. And you were doing it again now, the way your fingers were soothing him and making his breathing and heart rate feel so calm and even. But you were exciting him at the same time. His eyes drifted closed as he held you against him.

"Sometimes, when I've been on an aircraft carrier for too long and I haven't slept in days, the only thing I can think about at night is you." He hadn't really meant to say that out loud, and he wasn't sure he actually had until he heard and felt your sharp intake of breath. 

When Bradley opened his eyes, an expression close to confusion was clouding your face, and he didn't think he had the strength to explain himself. So he cleared his throat. "What do you say, Sugar... want to see some pictures of the carriers and my Super Hornet?"

"Okay," you agreed softly, and he was immediately digging in his pocket for his phone. 

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You were reeling a bit, sitting on Bradley's lap while he scrolled through his photo gallery in search of some photos to show you. He still currently thinks about you. He hadn't said those exact words, but you could tell. And you still thought about and missed him too. 

"Here's one on the USS Leyte Gulf," he said, and you were treated to a photo of him in front of his aircraft. He was wearing what he referred to as his flight suit and holding his red and yellow helmet in one hand. The F/A-18 behind him was absolutely enormous, and it was painted with Lt Bradley Bradshaw "Rooster" across the side.

"Wow, Lieutenant Beer Boy," you said, and he handed you his phone and told you to scroll through them. 

"That's just before I finally got to go home. God, I look exhausted," he said. "Oh, that's Bob. We shared a bunk that time. And that's Coyote." You scrolled and looked at the most beautiful photo of the sun setting over the water. 

Then he found you a picture of him in New Zealand and another of him in Hawaii. "You've seen the whole world," you whispered with a smile. "You did everything I hoped you would."

He just held you a little tighter. 

"Oh," you whispered. "Show me a picture of your uniform."

Bradley licked his lips and looked you in the eye. "If I show you a picture, you gonna promise to leave a wet spot on my uniform pants one day?"

You pressed your lips together and kind of rolled your eyes. "You told me not to be embarrassed about that. Both times."

"It's hot, Sugar," he whispered before looking through his photos. "Here you go. My khaki uniform."

You had to stifle a moan. "Wow. Those pants look very snug, Beer Boy." Bradley tipped his head back and laughed. "Don't you have other uniforms too? Like for special occasions?"

Bradley was still chuckling. "Yeah. And you're more than welcome to get those ones wet too."

You lightly smacked his chest and he responded by kissing you. "Show me what those ones look like."

"I don't think I have any pictures saved..... oh, hang on. There are some on Instagram."

You scoffed and said, "You don't even have an Instagram account."

Bradley tiled his chin up to look at you. "How do you know that?"

He looked amused, and you couldn't lie to him. "You don't have any social media accounts. I've checked," you said softly, tangling your fingers in the fabric of his shirt. 

"That's right. You're on Instagram though. But it's set to private," he said with a grin.

"You've looked?" you asked him, burying your face in his neck. 

"Of course. Been hoping one day you'd remove the privacy settings so I could see what you look like now. The answer to that is fucking gorgeous, by the way."

"Bradley," you whispered. Your cheeks were burning hot, and you just couldn't meet his eyes.

"Here's my uniform, Sugar," he whispered, and you repositioned yourself on his lap a bit.

"Holy shit," you gasped, looking at the photo of him wearing a head to toe white uniform, including a hat that would have looked silly on most people. 

"There's one in my dress blues as well," he murmured, scrolling down to another, equally sexy looking photo. But your eyes caught on a different photo.

"Who's that?" you asked, pointing to a photo of him wearing cutoff shorts and sunglasses at the beach. He had his arm around a petite, brunette woman in a bathing suit. She was so beautiful, you felt a little sick with jealousy. "She's pretty. Was that your girlfriend?"

Bradley started laughing so hard, you weren't sure what you'd said that could have been that funny. You crossed your arms and waited for him to take a breath.

"That's Nat," he said, squeezing you against him as he wiped a tear from his eye. "And I find her quite repulsive, actually. At least as a romantic prospect, Sugar."

"How? She's so lovely," you said, still looking at the photo of them together and pouting. "Is this her Instagram account?"

"Yeah," he answered with a grin. You scrolled along, noticing that photos of her with Bradley were pretty prominently featured. There was one of them eating a pile of hot wings. There was another one of them both in their flight suits. There was one of them laying on rafts in a pool. "She is pretty. But she's vomited on me more times than I can count. She eats all the food I buy and leaves the empty packages. And she makes up horrifying nicknames for me. Just like unspeakably awful riffs on my call sign. Her favorite one is Little Chicken Cock Boy."

Now you were smiling. "She sounds like a very good friend."

"She is," he confirmed. "And she thinks you're pretty."

Your eyes went wide. "My Instagram is private."

Bradley rolled his eyes. "So is the photo I have of us from when we were twenty one. That doesn't mean she didn't get me to show it to her and Bob when I was tipsy one night."

You gasped. "You showed them a picture?" What if he still had the dirty ones you snapped in the kitchen at his fraternity house? You really hoped he did.

"Mmhmm," Bradley said, blushing profusely but still looking at you. "Nat knows all about you. When I tell her I ran into you... she's going to flip out."

"She knows about me?" Your heart wasn't going to be able to handle much more of this. He told his best friend about you. 

"All about you," he confirmed.

"Even the study room?" you asked with a smirk.

"Come on, Sugar, some things are sacred." 

"Sacred?" you said with a laugh. "I don't know if you'd call what we did in there exactly holy..." 

"Always felt like a religious experience to me," he swore, crossing his heart with his index finger. "Today was no different."

His face was a little too serious, and you knew he wasn't joking. You rested your cheek on his shoulder again, tucking your forehead against his neck. You didn't say anything else, just listened to his even breathing and melted into his warm touch.

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You dozed off with your head resting on him, and Bradley let you sleep for a while. He felt so content, he could have taken a nap too, but he knew he needed to soak up all of this time with you while he could. So he stayed awake and enjoyed the sound of your soft breathing and the feel of your weight against him. 

But it was getting late now. The sun was getting low in the sky. Neither one of you had taken a single sip of the mugs of tea that you made, and Bradley was thirsty and starving. And he assumed you would need time to get changed for the class reunion. 

"Sugar," he whispered, and you started to stir when he ran his hand along the length of your arm until he was holding your hand. "Wake up, baby."

You arched your back and sighed, your lips grazing his neck. "Bradley," you moaned softly in your sleepy voice. His cock twitched from the sound of his name on your lips. 

Then you moaned a little louder as your lips connected with his in an unhurried kiss, and Bradley no longer cared if you and he got to the reunion on time, if at all. 

You slowly positioned your legs so you were straddling his thighs, never taking your lips away from his. Bradley's hands found your hips and then reached around to grab your ass, pulling you flush against his hardening cock. 

When you released his lips and gasped, he swore to you, "I will never recover from this weekend."

And then your mouth met his again while all of your fingers tangled a little roughly in his hair. You pulled him by his hair until his lips met your neck. "Maybe I don't want you to," you whispered, and Bradley treated you to his mustache on your soft skin. "Maybe I want you to keep on thinking about me like this."

He nipped at your neck and slowly pulled your sports bra over your head. Then he tilted his head down to taste both of your tattoos, running his lips and tongue along them. "I'm never gonna be able to stop," he growled, sucking on the song lyrics he had always associated with how much he had loved you.

He let you grind slowly against him through your clothing and his, your head tipped back while he gently kissed your breasts. When you started to reach for his shirt and pull it off, you whispered, "God you feel good." 

Bradley kept your motions slow with his hands on your hips, and after another minute you were practically panting. You suddenly scrambled off of his lap and started to yank off your sweatpants. And then you were standing between his splayed legs, looking down at him. You bit your lip and let your fingers drift down along the front of your body while Bradley unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans with a groan. He watched you teasing yourself, pretty manicured fingers dipping down into your own wetness and then teasing your clit.

"God damn it, Sugar." He was yanking his jeans and boxers down below his knees, and then you were climbing back onto his lap. "I wanna go slow," he told you as he guided you closer with his big hands on your body. You nodded for him, nudging yourself against his tip and hissing. You dragged yourself along his length, soaking him with your wetness and teasing your clit with him.

Bradley's mind was focused only on you. His body felt like it was on fire everywhere you touched him with your lips. And as you sank down around him, he could feel your teeth and tongue on his shoulder, then his neck, and then his mouth.

"Oh fuck," you gasped quietly, moving your hips slowly as you rode him. You were the best. You were still the best sex of his life. For a long time, he had thought that you were just magical in that way. But now that you connected with him again physically after so long, he was pretty sure it had more to do with everything he loved about you. "Beer Boy!" You were dragging your nails through his hair again, and he could feel the tension building in your body. He knew you were getting close, the slow, smooth movements of your hips becoming more erratic. 

"Cum all over me, Sugar," he whispered, leaning his head back to watch your face as he gently palmed your tits and teased his fingers along your tattoos. "I wanna see it."

He watched every emotion and expression on your face, enjoyed every squeeze of your pussy around his cock. Absorbed every small sound you made. Relished the way your nails were digging into his shoulders. And all the while you were whining his name at increasing volume. 

He wanted to tell you exactly how he felt about you, but doing so while he was buried deep inside you seemed like simultaneously the best and worst idea he had ever had. So instead he pressed his lips to yours while you came around him, and he thrust up into you a few times until he was filling you up again. 

You collapsed against him, hands tucked behind his neck and your lips at his ear. "I... oh... Bradley."

You sounded fucking stupid, and he wanted to make you this way all the time. 

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"How do I look?" Bradley asked you, even though he'd just spent the last twenty minutes getting himself ready and getting dressed in his suit right in front of you. 

"Sexy," you told him, and he actually had the nerve to blush a little bit. You had just finished doing your hair and makeup, and now you were pulling your dress out of your tiny closet. "Why is tonight's theme black tie formal?" you asked. "As if I really had the money to spend on this damn dress."

But Bradley's eyes went wide as you draped it across your bed. "It was worth every fucking penny," he told you with a grin. "Want me to help you put it on?"

You nodded and took your sports bra off again, letting him have a minute to kiss and stroke your breasts and your tattoos while you giggled. "Okay, okay, Beer Boy. Help me with my dress!"

Bradley groaned and helped you slip it on and then zip up the back, and when you spun to face him, you already knew where his eyes would be. 

"Sugar," he whispered reverently. Your dress had cutouts on each side, and parts of your tattoos were visible. "You look perfect."

Silently, you handed Bradley your high heels and sat on the edge of your bed while he knelt and helped you put them on. As you watched his graceful fingers rub against your ankles, your heart clenched in your chest. 

"Are you flying out tomorrow?" 

He caressed the inside of your calf before looking up at you with a guarded expression. "Yeah. I have a flight at 8 in the morning." 

You were instantly fighting a nauseous feeling that was rising up inside you while Bradley placed a kiss to your knee where the slit of your dress had fallen open. You had barely twelve more hours with him before he would be leaving in his rental car to drive to the airport. It wasn't enough time. It wasn't fair. But you drew in a shaky breath and said, "Let's make the most of it?"

It sounded like a question even to your ears, but Bradley nodded and stood, pulling you to your feet and into his arms. 

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There was no way you'd be able to walk to the other end of campus in your heels. Bradley offered to carry you the whole way, but you rolled your eyes and insisted on calling a ride to take you both to the UVA conference center. As Bradley helped you out of the car, he wrapped his arm around you, tucking his fingers inside the fabric of your dress cutout and making you giggle as you both disappeared into the crowd of your former classmates entering the building. 

"What the fuck?" Bradley mumbled as you and he walked through the main lobby area. "None of this was updated when we were students."

You laughed. "Looks like they used our tuition money to make everything better after we graduated."

"Ridiculous," he whispered, kissing the top of your head. 

The main hall was set up with so many tables, and there were so many people filling the space, Bradley was surprised. But you took his hand in yours and led him toward a table that was only half filled and found two seats together. Bradley glanced around, desperately wanting to avoid small talk with these people and just spend the entire night basking in your presence. But he let you introduce yourself and him to the table before he pulled you toward the bar.

"Come on, Sugar. Let's go get the good beers."

You just rested your chin on his chest and looked up at him like you still couldn't quite believe this was all happening. As the short line for drinks moved, Bradley guided you backwards with his hands on your hips.

"Thanks for being my last minute date," he said with a smile as his fingers found your exposed tattoos again. Those song lyrics were for him; he knew that, but he also knew that you were still unattainable to him.

"Thanks for coming to Virginia and making this the best weekend I've had in a very long time," you replied softly, and the smile was immediately wiped away from Bradley's lips. There was still so much he wanted to say to you. Fuck, you kept hinting at things and beating around the bush, but he just wanted to know where he stood with you now. The fact that he knew how this was going to play out, how he just knew he'd handed you his heart on a platter a second time, was probably going to kill him. Once again.

You turned your head so your cheek was pressed against his shirt right below his bowtie, and he guided you backward another step.

"Sugar, I think we need to talk about me and you. I think we should-" 

But your body stiffened in his arms, and he felt goosebumps along your arms. 

"What's wrong?" he asked, but as soon as he followed your gaze across the room, he saw what had upset you.

Bradley's focus landed on not only Jeff, but also Phoebe, sitting at the same table. And Jeff's cool eyes had settled on you and Bradley, tangled up in each other's arms. 

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Thanks for reading and loving these two! More of the class reunion and a very important conversation coming soon. Thanks to @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls.

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[coupsie-daisies]

Kinktober '23: Somnophilia | Lee Chan

Pairing: Idol!Lee Chan x Non Idol!Reader

Genre: Smut (minors DO NOT interact), Light angst, hurt/comfort, Kinktober 2023

Summary: Chan's schedules are keeping him away from you, and he craves closeness more than he ever has before. Luckily for him, you're always so eager to give him what he needs

WC: 1.9k

Warnings: Reader is afab but no pronouns are used, Unprotected sex (have fun, be smart), under negotiated somnophilia, fingering, creampie, cockwarming, petnames, love making, Chan is pervy if you squint. This is really soft but kinda sad at the beginning

A/N: Hopefully we're picking up again. Let me know what you think of this one!

Tags: @dragonofthenorth0726 // @wooyussy // @burningupp-replies // @bunnypig18 // @decaffedthoughts // @brownieracha // @ferrethyun // @snow-pegasus // @walkxthexmoon // @aesteraceae // @wonuqrtz // @mixling-blog // @wonwooz1

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You and Chan's relationship was fairly settled. You'd been friends even before he debuted, having met as children and the both of you being adamant that nothing was going to get in the way of the two of you being partners in crime. You were there for all of his milestones, supporting him every step of the way, and he was there for you even when he was across the world on tour.

Now the two of you had been dating for a couple of years, and he crashed at your place more often than his own. It was hard sometimes with him gone for so long during tours and coming in late from practices and promotions, but you knew that this was his dream, and you would never be mad at him for chasing it. Not when you were his number one fan.

He, however, was much more angry with himself over his chaotic schedule and endless obligations. He was a performer, sure, but he wanted so badly to be closer to you. Date nights were constantly getting reshuffled, dinners with your family attended late when things ran over. He didn't feel reliable in the least. But every time his worries got the best of him, you were there with your solutions and your never ending patience that he was eternally grateful for.

That never ending patience came in handy for you, especially on nights like this. Nights when he didn't get home from filming Going Seventeen and consequently spending time with his hyungs until well past midnight. You were already in bed, sound asleep when he tiptoed into your bedroom. He sighed, trying not to make any noise to wake you up. He knew you wouldn't be mad if he did, you'd just rub your eyes and smile all sleepily and ask how his day was in that tiny, barely awake voice, but he knew you had to work in the morning and he didn't want to disturb you.

So he tiptoed around your apartment, getting himself ready for bed and carefully slipping under the blankets beside you. You hummed contentedly in your sleep, wiggling closer to the feeling of him, dragging his arm around your waist even in his sleep. He stifled a chuckle at your clingy behavior, pressing a kiss to your shoulder and mumbling a soft 'I love you' before closing his eyes for the night.

He'd had every intention of just going to sleep then, but it seemed that he wasn't as tired as he'd thought he was. At least not when he had the warmth of you pressed up against him, and his mind wandering to the last time he'd gotten to feel that warmth without the barrier of clothes between the two of you. Just your skin pressed to his, your face against his shoulder, your pussy wrapped around his cock. Fuck.

Chan wasn't sex crazed, but he had his needs, and you had yours, and it had become increasingly difficult with Seventeen's success and a comeback just around the corner to meet those needs as often as you'd both like. So Chan found himself feeling a bit like a teenager again, getting hard at the simplest touches from you or the thought alone of sneaking in a quick moment here and there. But now you were sound asleep, the soft curve of your ass pressed against the outline of his cock through his boxers. He huffed out a sigh, trying not to grind against your touch. How long had it been since you'd had sex? Too long, a few weeks or more.

His hand slid to your hip, grabbing at it lightly, still careful not to wake you up. He remembered you offhandedly mentioning that it might be nice to wake up to sex, but the two of you hadn't talked about it very much. But even so, the thought was bouncing around in his head, and the tiny way that you wiggled closer, pressing back into his chest and giving him just a little more friction against his aching cock. It was too much to resist.

He rolled his hips forward, dragging his clothed erection against your ass. He was careful, moving slowly in steady rocking motions. You made a soft noise, and he bit his lip, still feeling guilty about the idea of waking you up. His hand tucked into your pajama shorts, sliding carefully between your legs and searching for your clit, rubbing slow circles against it in time with his rutting against you.

You shifted, half rolling over to spread your thighs. His eyes searched your face, but you were peacefully asleep, and the sight of your body opening up to him even when you weren't conscious of it did something wholeheartedly filthy to him. He leaned down, pressing careful kisses to your neck as he continued to tease you, feeling you grow wet against his touch. Always so perfect and pliant for him. He knew your body must need him as much as he needed you.

He slowly slid a finger inside, coaxing a pretty little sigh out of you and feeling his dick twitch at the sound. He rutted against you again, dragging his hips slowly against your thigh now as he worked you open. His finger curled and pumped into you, drawing more of your juices out of you until he could work a second one alongside the first. He was always attentive, making sure that you were ready for him, but even more so now. Call him selfish, but he wanted to make sure this was a good experience so he could do it all over again another night. Hadn't even gotten his dick wet yet and he was already hooked.

"Chan," His name was barely a whisper, a sighed breath as you shifted and nuzzled closer. You weren't fully asleep, but just teetering on the edge. Your eyes didn't open, and even though his movements didn't stop, you seemed to settle again. He almost whined, but he had been the one wanting to make sure you slept, wasn't he?

He moved as slowly as he could manage, settling between your legs and kicking his underwear off so he could finally stroke his length. The friction had his breath hitching and his hips bucking forward, and he could only imagine how much better it would be once he was fucking you instead of his fist.

He dragged the head of his cock through your folds, watching the way your hips pressed up towards his, forcing his dick a little closer to your eagerly awaiting entrance. He thumbed at your clit a few times, reveling in the little moans and sighs you let out. By now you'd generally be begging for him to get on with it. You weren't as patient as he was, and he wasn't very patient himself. But he appreciated the build up, taking his time with it now, getting your body worked up just how he wanted it.

And finally, after a few more minutes of teasing you and letting your wetness coat his length, he pressed into you, slow and steady until he was buried to the hilt, and you were shifting, clearly starting to wake up. He leaned down, pressing his lips to your jaw, trailing wet, heavy kisses along your skin.

"Sorry, baby. Need you so bad," He said, holding himself up with one arm while the other hand steadies your hips for him to pull back and thrust into you again, still slow and gentle as he finds a steady pace. "Missed your pussy so fucking much

You blinked up at him, a tiny whine pulling out of your throat as your mind flickered into consciousness, trying to register the flaring warmth in your stomach and the feeling of having Chan's cock filling you up. You tipped your head back, lips parted breathlessly.

"More," You said after a moment, voice still heavy with sleep. Chan hesitated, searching your face for any sign that you weren't fully aware of what you were asking for, but it wasn't there. "Chan, baby, fuck me harder. Need it."

You were adamant now, a little more awake than you had been and just as desperate as he was. You reached up, fingers threading through his hair to pull him down into a messy kiss. It wasn't coordinated, but it was full of unspoken words of adoration. He pressed himself close to you, his hips meeting yours in hard, deep thrusts as if it would allow the two of you to become one being. Both of your sounds of pleasure were lost in the clash of tongues you shared.

You both needed the closeness, the feeling of walking the line between filthy fucking and passionate love making. The slide and press and warmth of each other, heavy with sleep and clinging to one another like it was the last chance you'd get to feel this way.

"Close," You warned him, head falling back against the pillow again. His mouth found your pulsepoint, suckling at it, not hard enough to leave a mark, but enough to make your stomach flip. You arched into him, fingertips dragging hard down his shoulders as you came around him, the sounds you made hushed in the quiet of your room.

He wasn't far behind you, holding you close as he rolled his hips into you until finally he hit his high, orgasm washing through him with a musical sigh of your name and a kiss pressed to your lips.

You both stayed that way for a while until he rolled the both of you onto your sides. He kept you pressed close, his softening dick still buried inside you, plugging his cum inside. You wrapped your leg around his waist, resting your forehead against his chest and listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

"Missed you," You said, tracing shapes against his side and watching him try not to squirm away from the ticklish touch. "Don't like falling asleep without you."

He frowned, and he kissed the top of your head so you wouldn't look up and see the heartbroken expression on his face even in the dark.

"I know. I don't like it either. I promise it'll get better. I don't know when, but it will." He said. You nodded a little. The quiet that fell over you was heavy. Not uncomfortable, but weighing on the both of you. It was obvious that you were both struggling with the separation his schedule was causing, but it was also clear in the way that you held onto each other that it wasn't going to be the end of anything.

"I really like waking up to you, though." You said finally. Looking up at him. He could see the curve of your smile even in the dark, and he brought his thumb to trace along it, letting himself memorize it and sealing it away for a rainy day. "Especially waking up to you like that. Should do that more often."

He chuckled, quietly agreeing before the two of you were falling asleep together. Just like you were meant to.

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[perfectsunlight]

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lisa x non-idol!reader

warnings: minor angst (?) , mostly fluff tbh

part 2 of attention

word count: 3,313

synopsis: your girlfriend proves that she'd do anything for you, no matter what.

an international flight was more than enough time for lisa to think. she knew you weren’t going to answer her, especially after your last argument. she also knew that this wasn’t just about the argument, or your graduation. this was about your relationship.

lisa rested her head against the window, doing her best to ignore the kid kicking her seat behind her and the way the man next to her was snoring. when she arrived at the airport, she didn’t really have a plan. all she knew was that she needed to get onto the next flight back to korea as soon as possible.

maybe that’s why she didn’t care if she got an economy class ticket and boarded without anything except the clothes on her back and the items in her purse. perhaps that’s why she didn’t care that her phone was at 45% or that her airpods were left in the hotel. but none of that seemed to matter to her at the moment.

nothing was as important as you.

with a heavy sigh, the idol closed her eyes, attempting to find solace in the darkness behind her eyelids. but there was no escape. every single one of her empty promises haunted her. she realized that this flight was more than just a physical journey; it was a mental and emotional odyssey, a chance to finally confront the demons that had driven a wedge between you and her.

regret was not a strong enough word to describe the emotions that she felt right now. 

she had spent so long blaming everything and everyone else for the issues you two had. the tour, the company, the schedules. these all had a strain on your relationship, but she never stopped to truly recognize that her actions had done the most damage.

but lisa also knew she was causing damage by going to be with you, as well.

missing a concert date was a breach that yg entertainment would not take lightly, especially from someone as crucial to the group as her. the repercussions would be severe, but at that moment, it felt like a distant concern. 

all she cared about right now was you.

time seemed to stretch and contract in the confined space of the airplane. hours passed like minutes, and yet every second felt like an eternity. the rhythmic hum of the engines provided a backdrop to her thoughts as she drifted in and out of attentiveness. 

as the plane descended into seoul, lisa's heart beat erratically in her chest, matching the turbulence of her thoughts. the city lights twinkled below, a familiar sight that should have comforted her, but all she felt was a gnawing anxiety. the weight of it pressed on her chest, making it hard to breathe.

she glanced at her phone, which was at 15% battery, and noticed the time. lisa would barely make it on time to your graduation. it was cutting close. 

every passing minute seemed to mock her, reminding her of the time slipping away, of the chance she might be losing with each second ticking by. the reality of what she had done settled in like a heavy stone in her stomach, a constant reminder of her impulsive decision. as the plane taxied toward the gate, lisa's fingers drummed anxiously on the armrest. she knew she had to face the consequences of her actions. 

with a sense of urgency, lisa rushed out of the plane. paparazzi and fans were everywhere. the thai girl pulled her shades closer to her face and lowered her cap to shield her eyes and send the silent message that she didn’t want to deal with anyone right now. 

lisa navigated the chaos of the airport terminal with the grace of a seasoned performer, her steps quick and purposeful despite the pounding in her chest. the cacophony of voices and camera shutters filled the air, each flash of light blinding her momentarily. she pulled her shades closer to her face, a feeble attempt to shield herself from the prying eyes and the harsh glare of the cameras. she felt like a deer in the headlights, vulnerable and exposed. 

the fans, once adoring, now felt like an encroaching wall of judgment and scrutiny. every step she took seemed to magnify her guilt, each flash of the camera a reminder of her failures. reaching the front of the airport, lisa spotted a nearby taxi.

paparazzi shouted questions, their relentless pursuit of a scandal evident in their probing eyes. lisa kept her head down, her cap pulled low, and her shades hiding her emotions. she was a fortress of stone, unwilling to let the world see the cracks in her armor. as she slid into the backseat of the car, the noise outside dulled to a muffled roar. the tinted windows offered a semblance of privacy, shielding her from the prying eyes outside. 

inside the taxi, the atmosphere was a stark contrast to the chaos outside. the paparazzi’s shouts faded into the distance, and the insulating walls of the car cocooned lisa in a brief moment of respite. yet, the weight of her actions pressed heavily upon her shoulders, even in the relative silence of the vehicle. 

“where to?” the driver asked as he looked back at the idol through his rear view mirror. “seoul national university.” lisa quickly replied, rubbing her temples. 

the taxi driver nodded, his eyes meeting lisa's briefly in the rearview mirror before he pulled away from the curb. the city lights blurred into streaks of color as the car sped through the night, the engine's hum a steady rhythm beneath their conversation. lisa leaned back in her seat, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts. 

the weight of her actions bore down on her, but in this moment, she was determined to face them. there was no turning back now. the truth, raw and unfiltered, was what you deserved. as the car wound its way through the familiar streets of seoul, lisa's gaze drifted outside the window. her phone buzzed with messages and missed calls, but she ignored them. right now, you were her sole focus.

this was your special evening. she’d witnessed how hard you had worked over the past years, spending hours studying and slaving away at the kitchen table in her home. there were many days when she’d barely be coming home at the early hours of daw, only to see you fast asleep under your books and papers. 

there were countless evenings when lisa would return home after a grueling day of rehearsals and find you hunched over your books, your eyes tired but resolute. the soft glow of your laptop screen illuminated your face as you delved into your notes, your fingers dancing across the keyboard with practiced ease. 

your girlfriend would watch you in admiration, marveling at your intellect and work ethic. she recalled the times when you would fall asleep amidst your textbooks, your head resting on a pile of notes and your hand still holding a pen. lisa would gently cover you with a blanket, tucking you in with a tender kiss to your cheek. if you fell asleep on the couch, she’d just pick you up and carry you to bed with her.

she cherished those moments, the sight of you in peaceful slumber, surrounded by the remnants of your dedication to your education. 

one particular memory stood out vividly in lisa's mind at that moment. 

it was the night before a crucial exam, the air thick with tension and anticipation. you had been studying for two weeks straight for this exam. your brows furrowed in concentration, eyes puffy and red from the mental breakdown caused by the anxiety you were feeling about the exam. lisa had just held you in her arms for a good half an hour as you cried.

lisa remembered how she was going to suggest you take a break, but you simply wiped your eyes and turned back to focus on your flashcards. there was a fire in your eyes, a fierce determination that lisa had always admired. it was a determination that had brought you through countless challenges, and she had no doubt it would carry you through this exam too.

the thai girl prayed for even an ounce of that determination you had from that night to be present in her current moment. as the university came into view, lisa could feel her heart racing. this was it. 

when paying the driver, her fingers fumbled with the bills and she definitely gave him double than what he charged because she didn’t care about counting any of the money out. there wasn’t enough time for that. 

she quickly stepped out of the taxi, the cool night air hitting her face. the campus gymnasium was where the commencement ceremony would be. lisa pulled her hat down further, practically running full speed towards the building at the end of the block. 

lisa's sneakers pounded against the pavement as she sprinted towards the campus gymnasium. her heart raced, not just from the physical exertion but from the urgency of the moment. the distant echoes of applause and laughter reached her ears, a reminder that the ceremony had already begun.

each step she took was a plea for time to slow down, for the universe to grant her a few precious moments to make things right. as she neared the gymnasium, she slowed her pace, trying to catch her breath. she straightened her cap and removed her sunglasses, taking a moment to compose herself before entering. the night air had done little to calm the storm inside her.

the weight of her actions hung heavy, and every heartbeat was a reminder of what she had risked losing. taking a deep breath, she pushed open the doors to the gymnasium. the atmosphere inside was charged with excitement and anticipation. the graduates, clad in their caps and gowns, sat in neat rows, their faces illuminated by the soft glow of the stage lights. the air was thick with a sense of achievement, a tangible reminder of the years of hard work that had led to this moment. 

lisa scanned the crowd, her eyes searching for you amidst the sea of faces. the fear of not finding you clawed at her, urging her to move faster. the sea of dark blue uniformity didn’t help her either. but she’d recognize you anywhere, blending in blue or not.

finally, her eyes landed on you. you were seated towards the back middle rows, your eyes fixed on the stage, a mixture of pride and determination in your gaze. 

the idol pulled her hat down lower, fearing that she’d cause a huge scene if recognized by anyone. lisa quickly slipped into one of the side bleachers as your section stood up and made way towards the stage.

the pride in your eyes was undeniable, a reflection of the years of hard work and dedication that had brought you to this moment. as you walked, your steps were confident, your shoulders squared with determination. lisa felt a mixture of awe and regret wash over her. 

awe for your strength and resilience, and regret for the pain she had caused you. the applause that filled the gymnasium was deafening as each graduate's name was called. lisa clapped along, her eyes never leaving you. she marveled at your grace, your ability to shine even in the midst of her failures. each step you took towards the stage felt like a step away from the darkness of the past and towards a brighter, hopeful future. 

as you ascended the stage, lisa held her breath, her hands trembling slightly. the pride in your accomplishments filled the room, a tangible force that seemed to push back the shadows of doubt that had clouded her mind. for a moment, she allowed herself to bask in the sheer brilliance of your achievements, a glimmer of hope that perhaps, with time, she could be worthy of you once more. 

the moment your name was called, the room erupted into applause. lisa clapped harder, her heart swelling with a mix of emotions. you walked across the stage, receiving your diploma with a smile that could light up the entire room. at that moment, the thai girl’s heart swelled with pride and love. 

she was reminded of just how incredible the person she had fallen in love with was.

as you made your way back to your seat, lisa's eyes followed you, her gaze soft with adoration. she knew that this was just the beginning of your journey, and she was determined to be there for every step of the way. the applause continued, but in her heart, there was a quiet resolve. she would make amends, prove her love, and stand by you, no matter what challenges lay ahead. in that moment, amidst the sea of applause and celebration, lisa made a silent promise to herself. 

she would be better. she would be the partner you deserved, supporting you, uplifting you, and loving you unconditionally. no matter what.

the ceremony continued, but lisa's focus remained solely on you. she knew that the path to redemption would be long and challenging, but for you, she was willing to face any obstacle.

echoes of the ceremony's final applause reverberated through the gymnasium as the graduates tossed their caps into the air, celebrating the end of an era and the beginning of a new chapter. for everyone else, it was a moment of joy and accomplishment, but for the idol, it was a reminder of her solemn commitment. 

as the crowd began to disperse, families reuniting with their graduates, lisa waited patiently in the corner, her eyes never leaving you. her cap was lowered, and her shades were resting on her head. she was wearing a mask she snagged from the taxi driver as well, just to make sure no one else would recognize her.

well, no one other than you, of course.

you finished hugging your parents, and over your mother’s shoulder was when you noticed the girl you loved in the corner. at first you thought you were seeing things, but you’d spent too many nights sleeping in lisa’s clothes to not recognize them.

without another second, you ran towards your girlfriend. lisa’s arms opened as she embraced you, hugging you tightly against her chest. tears fell over from both your eyes and hers. it had been months since you two had seen each other, and despite the argument that had occurred just a day prior, you couldn’t care about anything else while being wrapped up in the arms of the idol.

“you came.” you whispered into her chest, tears soaking her jacket.  in the tight embrace of lisa's arms, you could feel the steady rhythm of her heart, a comforting reminder that she was real, that she had come back to you despite all the obstacles and the recent argument. tears streamed down your cheeks, mixing with hers, as the emotions of the moment overwhelmed you both.

“anything for you,” the taller girl whispered back, her voice filled with a mixture of relief and remorse. she held you even tighter, as if trying to make up for all the time that had passed since you last saw each other.

“but how? you’re supposed to be performing tonight.” your teary eyes met hers as you looked up at her with confusion. 

lisa brushed a strand of hair away from your face, her thumb gently wiping away the tear stains on your cheeks. “i did what i had to do,” she explained, her voice soft yet determined. “i needed to be here for you, that this was more important than any performance.” a mix of surprise and gratitude washed over you. knowing how tightly controlled her schedule usually was, you understood the significance of her decision. 

“you're my priority, y/n. i've realized that nothing matters more to me than you, than us. i don't want to miss out on the important moments in your life.”

it was a sentiment that resonated deeply within you. the fact that she was willing to put your relationship before her career, before the demands of fame, filled you with a sense of overwhelming love and devotion. 

“but won't there be consequences?” you asked, your concern for her career evident in your voice. lisa cupped your face in her hands, her eyes locking onto yours with unwavering determination.

“i don't care about the consequences. i'll face whatever comes my way. i want to be there for you.” the idol pulled her mask down and pulled you closer to her, speaking to you in the most soft and sincere tone you’d ever heard from her. “i’ll fly halfway across the world for you at the drop of a hat. i’d drop my career and my schedule if you called. you mean more to me than anything else.”

her words hung in the air, a solemn promise that washed away your doubts and fears. in that moment, you realized the depth of her commitment to you, the lengths she was willing to go to make things right. 

tears welled up in your eyes once again, but this time, they were tears of gratitude and overwhelming love. you pulled her into another tight hug, clinging to her as if she was your lifeline, because in that moment, she was. “i love you, lili,” you whispered against her shoulder, your voice filled with sincerity and adoration. 

“i love you too, y/n,” lisa replied, her words muffled against your hair, but the love in her voice was crystal clear. “more than words can describe, and more than i can express.” she added, gently kissing your forehead.

in that tender moment, under the weight of her love and the sincerity in her voice, you felt a profound sense of peace wash over you. the doubts that had clouded your heart dissipated like mist under the morning sun, leaving behind only the unshakable certainty that you were meant to be together. 

“i'd do anything for you,” lisa whispered, her voice soft and unwavering, her eyes gazing into yours with a depth of emotion that left you breathless. “i'll stand by you, no matter what challenges come our way. i'll be your rock, your support, and your greatest cheerleader. you're my everything, and i promise to spend every moment proving that to you.” 

with those words, you knew that your love story had weathered the storm and emerged stronger than ever before. in lisa's arms, you found not just solace, but a profound connection that transcended the boundaries of words and actions. it was a love that spoke in the silent moments, in the gentle touches, and in the unwavering presence of one another.

 “i think i just fell in love with you all over again,” you whispered back, your voice echoing the depth of your emotions. in that shared promise, you found the strength to face the future, hand in hand, ready to conquer whatever challenges life might throw your way. your girlfriend could only smile, because she knew everything she had done was worth it.

the last minute flight, the kid kicking her seat for 10 hours, the chaos at the airport, the fact that she’d get an earful from her company, her phone dying in the taxi and her losing $200 by paying the driver. none of that mattered to her.

none of it except being here with you.

with a tender kiss against your lips, lisa held you close, sealing the promises made between you two. you knew without the shadow of a doubt now, that the world class idol you loved would do anything for you.

no, lisa would do everything for you. and you could only smile against her lips.

because you knew you’d do anything and everything for her, too.

a/n: thank you for 1.8k :) enjoy this bc i know u all have been waiting for it <3

[hyunverse]

thinking about hyunjin, and his ways of saying that he loves you.

hyunjin says the three words often, between chaste kisses shared once you awake from the daylight, and when you greet him home from work. hyunjin would say he loves you at random moments — when you’re cooking for him in the kitchen, or when you’re entangled with each other as a movie plays on the television. he means it everytime he says them — you can see the sincerity in his eyes, and the adoring smile he’d plaster across his face at the mere sight of you.

but his ways of conveying his loving emotions isn’t only limited to those three words.

you can see it in the way he would mindlessly draw you. you would be walking into the living room after a shower, and spot him drawing you from memory. at times he doesn’t even realize that he’s sketching you — you’re just always in his mind that sketching your face is like muscle memory.

hyunjin portrays it during the times he’d cut you some fruits. you would be doing your work in your office, and he’ll silently slide you a plate of mangoes, with a fork on it. the fruits are cut the way you like it, fresh and cold from the fridge. at times, he’ll feed you your first bite, cooing at the way your face scrunches up from the cold.

it is routine for him to kiss your forehead. every morning when he wakes up, before he goes to work, once he walks into the door after work, and before he goes to sleep. each kiss is accompanied with a loud, “mwah!” sound, followed by his little giggles.

there are times when you’d flop into bed in exhaustion, work clothes still in tact. he’ll change you into a set of pajamas, tuck you under the duvets. he’ll wipe off your makeup, massage some lotion into your skin. before turning the lights off you’d feel gentle kisses being pressed onto your forehead and your lips.

a big section of his journalling book is dedicated to you. pages occupied with poetry written about you — you know because he spends a little time writing before he goes to bed. you’d be tucked in under the duvets, and he’d still be sitting, scribbling words into his brown journal. smiling foolishly while he’s at it, too — ask him what he’s writing, and he’ll say, “something about you.”

hyunjin shows you he loves you by taking care of you during the times you simply could not. those times when you’d cry more than you eat, when self care is no longer a priority. you'll feel yourself being lifted off the bed, clothes stripped and put into a warm bath. he’ll massage your shampoo into your scalp as he whispers sweet reassurances into your skin. you’re beautiful, he’s proud of you — his assurances will make happy tears run down your cheeks. then, he’ll feed you your favourite food, gentle smile adorning his face serves as a reminder that he’ll always be there for you. always.

you have one too many gifts from him. little things he’d get you when he’s touring — things that he claims reminded him of you. pieces of jewellery, a puppy keychain, (he said that it looks like you) clothes, and many more. it’s come to a point where your friends would call you a hoarder — nightstand filled with a miscellaneous of things, and bed full of the plushies he had given you over the years.

you’ve received many love letters from him too. he would write you love letters from time to time, filling in empty pages with words that could make you cry out of joy. he has a special paper he writes his letters on —because everything has to be special when it comes to you! there’s this thing he likes doing, too — he starts all his love letters with “to my eternal love, y/n,” and ends them with “endless love, hyunjin.”

hyunjin loves you endlessly, and he doesn’t cower away from showing it.

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