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heartbreakgrill · 8 months

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stiles stilinksi: breakable heaven; pt. 6, “i’m always waiting for you just to cut to the bone. it’s cool, that’s what i tell ‘em. no rules, in breakable heaven.”

a/n: angsty chapter for u. prepare to be frustrated and emo.

tagging: @ariianelle

stiles: i’m glad to know you. just wanted to tell you that.

y/n: :) that made my day, thank you

y/n: i’ve got to get to work, but i’ll text later :)

stiles: have a good shift!

stiles: not sure if you'll see this, but dad wanted to go out to dinner, so i guess i'll see you soon. try not to picture me naked when i'm ordering ;)

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"y/n, finish up that table, then i'm cutting you. too many people on tonight, okay?"

y/n looked up from the pile of silverware she was wrapping. she was excited by her manager's words, so she smiled- though, in the restaurant business, false promises were often made. she was skeptical.

so, she asked,"really?" he nodded back at her before moving along. y/n was ecstatic.

it was a saturday night, and, usually, when she got off, it was nearly 11pm. she never liked going anywhere that late. so, getting out this early meant she could head over to danny's. her friends had texted in the groupchat about watching a movie. now, she could include herself in the plans, too.

y/n's table was waiting for their food still, so she went into the kitchen to check on it. luckily, it was all done. she loaded it all onto a tray, before balancing it on her palm, and taking it out into the dining room.

as she walked through the restaurant, y/n just so happened to lay eyes on none other than stiles stilinski and his dad, the sheriff. she nearly tripped over her own two feet at the sight. she clearly hadn’t gotten stiles’ text. he met her eye and smiled awkwardly, his hand waving in a small, shy manner. the sheriff was ordering his food, so he hadn’t noticed the interaction.

y/n smiled, half-heartedly, and unloaded the tray at her table. she was thrown off just a little. he seemed to do that to her, quite often- throw her off balance. "i'll be around if you need anything else, alrighty?" she glanced over at stiles a few times throughout her cadence, "okay, enjoy your food! thank you so much."

she bee-lined for the server station and dropped her tray off. then, looking back up, she met stiles’ gaze again. she felt tingly with anticipation, excitement, especially he met her gaze again and grinned.

he had a devilish quality to his smile. it was something about how his lips creased his cheeks, something about the glint in his dark eyes. it was mischievous and taunting.

y/n jerked her chin towards the back of the restaurant, where the bathrooms were. it was an empty area right now, even though it was a saturday, and offered them an out-of-view spot for a quick greeting. stiles nodded and excused himself from the table.

y/n leaned up against one of the booths, a confused, yet delighted expression on her face. she watched stiles round the corner, grinning, now, fingers nervously tugging on the sleeves of his hoodie. that smile made her heart beat quicker.

she hadn't seen him much this week because they were both busy- y/n studying and working, stiles fighting off the supernatural and struggling to keep himself sane.

of course, they'd still found time to see each other. like, on wednesday, when stiles came over after school. they had sex, and then he actually stayed. he stayed and held her until the sun set. and, they talked, though half asleep, about whatever came to mind- his mom, her plans for college. private things that only close friends- possibly more- would discuss. there was a moment where stiles felt so secure and trusting of her that he almost slipped, almost told her about everything with scott, lydia, everyone. but telling her meant dragging her into his mess.

and, she was becoming somebody he could not lose.

so he was still torn on that decision.

instead, he talked about his friends in a distant manner, one that left out any big plot lines. y/n still tried not to feel insecure when he brought up lydia. she noticed, when he revealed more and more, that stiles hung out with lydia a lot more than he hung out with y/n. it was a small detail that she shouldn’t have even lingered out in her head- but, especially since last sunday, y/n felt any and all defenses had fallen down. she was attached, so deeply now. she was reading between every line, analyzing every detail.

but, she couldn’t be mad about who he hung out with. she couldn’t feel jealous- even if she was- because it didn’t matter what feelings y/n had. that wasn’t what they had agreed. no matter how many of his sweet gestures and words, they had still not established any kind of relationship, label, anything.

he just wasn’t hers to lose.

eventually, that wednesday evening, the soft light and lowered volume of y/n's television hazily drew them to sleep. when they woke, it was 5am. school would start in just three hours. they headed, barely awake to be aware of themselves, to the front door- y/n adorned in stiles' lacrosse hoodie again. she didn't have enough consciousness to stop herself from hugging him goodbye.

or to even process the fact that he kissed her on the forehead.

later in the day, in the middle of english, the moment clicked in her brain. she couldn’t think about anything else for the rest of the week.

y/n wanted to tell danny about it- but he’d instill a fear in her, or maybe even a hope that wouldn’t bring any good. because, it was moments like that where y/n was sure she had him.

moments of tenderness, connection.

but, alas…

"i texted you," stiles kicked his shoe against the carpeting of the restaurant.

y/n raised her brows, "oh, yeah?"

"to warn you," he shrugged, "i didn't want you to think i was stalking you."

y/n replied with a giggle, "you'e one of the few people i'd be okay with stalking me."

stiles chuckled, glancing, up and down, at his shoes, cheekily. "listen, uh, i don't know what you're doing after this...but would you wanna hang? i know your parents are home, but my house is free. we wouldn't even have to slum it in the jeep. my dad has to go into the station.”

y/n straightened her back, perked up by the plans he was making. "yeah, that's actually...yeah. i'd love to."

screw watching a movie with her friends; she'd rather see stiles.

"i actually get off as soon as this table leaves. don't know if i told you, but my car's in the shop, so my mom has to come get me. would you mind picking me up from my house later?"

stiles glanced back at his dad. "yeah, uh," he met her eye, his smile morphing into something nervous, "that works. i know you've probably met my dad, but you should come over and say hi. he'd love it."

y/n's mouth dried out a little. she swallowed thickly, "oh, maybe. yeah. that would be nice." meeting his dad.

he wanted her to meet his dad.

that was, sure as hell, a clear sign of attachment.

"no pressure," stiles set his hands out in the air between them. "sorry if that was weird. i know that's not- that's not...yeah. just, forget it. i'll see you later? text me."

“wait,” y/n grabbed his forearm, “i want to.” she met his eyes. it was a firm decision on her part.

meeting stiles’ dad shifted things just a little bit further. she was growing more distressed about everything going on between them. she needed answers, but didn’t even know what questions to ask.

but, then stiles moved his hand, slid his arm up till his fingers were in hers, and she relaxed a little. “okay.”

she had to drop his hand when they turned the corner because y/n didn’t want to get in trouble with her boss. immediately, her skin was cold. stiles led her to their table in the back corner of the restaurant. she didn’t notice, but he flexed his fingers, feeling the ache of the loss of her in his hold.

“dad,” stiles patted his shoulder as they walked past the sheriff, settling, on their feet, across the table.

the sheriff looked up from his phone and immediately smiled, the expression morphing his face to look almost identical to his son. y/n grinned at the resemblance. “hey, who’s this?” the sheriff stood on his feet, and shook y/n’s hand heartily.

“i’m y/n, i’m-“ she glanced at stiles’, her smile dropping. what was she to him?

what was this to stiles? there was a question, finally.

“we go to school together,” stiles simply said. he didn’t know what to call it.

though he knew what he wanted to.

y/n tried not to give much depth to the statement stiles made. she knew as well as he did that there wasn’t much else he could say without blurring lines and throwing things off. she put a pin in it.

“well, it’s nice to meet you, sweetheart,” sheriff patted their joint hands with his other one.

y/n nodded, “you, too. i’ve heard a lot about you.”

sheriff shot stiles a look, “all good things, i hope?”

“always,” she assured him with a gentle laugh.

“how long you been working here?” sheriff proceeded to ask one of the basic questions all dads would inquire about.

“about two years. i was the hostess before i turned 18 a few months ago,” y/n explained, motioning to the entrance of the restaurant.

sheriff shoved his hands in his pockets, “oh, i recognize you now. me and the deputies used to grab food here a lot. things are a bit busier now, so that’s not really a possibility, anymore.”

“i remember that!” y/n nodded. “you’re a rowdy bunch!”

sheriff laughed, “oh, don’t i know it. they let you eat on shift? stiles, why don’t you buy this young lady some dinner?”

stiles raised his hands defensively, his dad’s tone a playful offense towards him. y/n set a hand on stiles’ wrist, laughing, “no, you’re okay! i get off soon, actually.”

“how soon? why don’t you join us?” sheriff continued. he probably wouldn’t leave the poor girl alone until he bought her something.

y/n glanced over at her table, who looked to already be finishing up. “probably here in, like, ten minutes?” she looked to stiles, to see if he’d permit the change of plans.

he shrugged, “don’t let him pressure you.” while y/n didn’t know what he was thinking, stiles was aware of the flustered feelings flurrying in his mind.

y/n giggled, rolling her eyes, “i’d love to join you guys. i’ll be back, okay?”

sheriff asked, before she could leave, “well, what’re ya eating?”

she thought for a moment, then gave him her usual food order. sheriff forced stiles to go find their waitress. y/n offered to lead him to the server station, where she was probably doing something.

“he likes you,” stiles murmured as he followed y/n. he pushed the sleeves of his jacket to his elbows, feeling warm for some reason.

y/n turned back to him with a smug expression, “i’m likable.”

stiles snorted, a light smile taking over his face. “you are.”

they shared a flickered look, for just a short moment. it was interrupted by y/n’s coworker, who had a question about something minuscule. she excused herself, smile now tightened by her lips.

the gaze they had exchanged soaked across their skin longer than it had lasted. the air between their eyes was heavy with anticipation and questioning.

still, confusion lingered.

but, dinner ended up being a lot of fun. they sat there for two hours, laughing, chatting about school, especially y/n’s plans for her future. the sheriff was quite interested in her education, like any good parent would be, and supportive of the dreams she shared.

y/n told them how she wanted to go to seattle, how she wanted to study psychology and one day become a forensic scientist. it was something silly that she was sometimes insecure to bring up with some, but the sheriff was fascinated.

stiles, however, was shocked by this. it was a piece of information he had yet to learn about her.

he watched her talk passionately about the subject, her eyes glazed over in excitement. sheriff told her a lot about the schooling process, since most of his deputies had gone to school for something like that. and, he’d been in the business a long time. he gave her helpful advice that she was more than grateful for.

the sheriff listened intently to y/n, but still noticed how his son’s eyes lit up with absolute adoration.

the entire evening was wonderful. it left both of them feeling full, happy.

y/n was nearly sure that, after this dinner, stiles would say something. he would do something. he’d confess that he wanted her in every way he could, he’d ask her to be his, and the fairytale ending would come. he had to.

oh, how wrong she would be.

later, after she went home, showered and changed into something a little more comfortable, y/n texted stiles that she was ready to leave. he replied, immediately, that he was on the way.

y/n waited patiently in the entryway of her house. she heard her parents upstairs, who were drinking wine and watching television. yesterday, they’d finally been able to go out to dinner as a family. she resented them, sometimes, for how little their presence was in her life. but, in moments like this, right now, she was just happy to listen to the distant muffle of their favorite show, to their laughter and love pouring down the hallway and stairs. she didn’t feel alone. the house didn’t feel empty. love felt like it was pricking at her fingertips.

stiles' headlights arched across the windows as he pulled into her driveway. y/n grabbed her bag- packed this time with overnight items, just in case what happened wednesday happened again. she at least hoped it would.

she locked the front door behind her. as she neared the jeep, stiles hopped out and walked around to open the passenger side for her.

y/n smiled up at him, happy to be standing so close to him again, "sorry my hair is wet still. i didn't have time to dry it."

stiles looked taken aback by her apology. he gently took the bag off her shoulder as he replied, "there's no reason to be sorry. you look...pretty, still."

she blushed, "thanks." she was now positive something was going to happen, something good. it filled her with the kind of energetic hope that gave her a head rush.

as she climbed into the jeep, her hair brushed near stiles' face. the smell of her shampoo was so prominent because she had just taken a shower. it made his knees weak.

stiles shut her door behind her, then went to his side of the car. he put her bag in the back seat.

carrying it, he realized that she was planning on spending the night.

this fact, combined with her smell, and the way she looked sitting in his jeep- it all brought elation to his already heightened mood.

tonight, he would tell her.

he would tell her everything. about scott, lydia, allison, isaac. about the supernatural, about the strange town they lived in.

he trusted her. he cared for her. and he could not protect her how he should if she didn’t know. (sure, he’d forced scott, lydia, and allison to each drjve by her house every once and a while to ensure things seemed calm. but that wasn’t good enough.)

most importantly, he was going to tell y/n of his feelings for her.

once they settled in at the stilinksi residence, stiles finally got to show y/n around his bedroom. this, he was most excited for. his room was a proper display of his personality, decorated by his life’s blood and growth.

y/n was mostly enamored by all of the red string he had pinned up in the walls, at the many piles of casework he probably should not have access to laying around his desk and floor. even though it was hectic, the layout made complete sense, because it was stiles. she felt like she was seeing a piece of his soul that he kept tucked away.

and he was- stiles didn’t usually have people over. just scott, lydia once or twice. she was special.

he’d been forced to clean up before she came, in order to hide away all of the evidence of the supernatural- like the pictures of dead bodies now stuffed underneath his bed. it was still messy, and he kept apologizing, breathlessly shoving things away. but, she didn’t mind. she told him to stop. stiles liked that y/n never really minded any of the things he thought were obvious flaws about himself.

soon after, they settled into his bed to watch a movie. y/n begrudgingly agreed to watch the first halloween, much to stiles delight. he nearly kissed her with excitement once she finally gave in to his badgering. y/n noticed this.

though they were watching a slasher film, it was peaceful. they leaned back against headboard, shoulder to shoulder. though they usually ached to touch one another, both were comfortable with the warmth radiating between their parallel bodies.

thirty minutes into the movie, though, his phone started buzzing, rapidly, with text message after text message. stiles didn’t even read the screen. he knew it would be scott or lydia with some dead end lead that he just didn’t want to follow right now. the week had been long. he needed to be human for two hours. he needed to bask in her radiance.

stiles turned it on silent, mumbling out an apology.

y/n,shrugged him off. at first, she didn’t think of anything. but, then, her skepticism started when, ten minutes later, he started checking his screen, with his phone tilted away from any prying eyes- her prying eyes.

“everything okay?” y/n shifted on the bed, crossing her arms over herself.

stiles flinched at the sound of her movement, worried she would glance over and see words that would probably send her running. lydia was messaging him about another dead body. throat slit. scott was also sending texts about the alpha pack. not anything a teenage girl would be too into.

“yep,” he set his phone down, accidentally loudly, on the bedside table. stiles tried to get comfortable, again, though now his heart was pumping with anxiety.

stiles reached out his hand and set it on her thigh. he glanced over at her, grinning. touching her helped draw him back down to earth. y/n met his look, relaxed a little, and leaned her shoulder into his.

stiles turned to her completely, then, gently took her face into his hands. he kissed her.

she responded immediately, arching her body up into his. y/n wrapped her arms around his neck, tangling her fingers into his hair, touching the side of his neck. she felt his heartbeat there. it was so fast. she just assumed it was because of making out with her, but it also because of the threat lingering in the air of beacon hills. as they continued to move against each other, he calmed down more and more.

stiles hand slid his other hand up her leg and around her hip, just under her shirt. his mind wandered, for just a moment, as to where his lacrosse hoodie that he had let her borrow was. then, an image of her, cradled in it, sleeping softly in her bed, flashed through his mind. the romantic thought intensified the passion in his touch. y/n felt the electricity burn hotter.

this time was so different than the rest. there was a tenderness in stiles, in his lips, that y/n hadn't ever felt before. it was fueled by something other than just lust, more than a want- it was a need. a need for her, like she was a drug, and he was an addict. she both sobered him up and brought him to the best high of his life. stiles felt it- the ache in his chest when she was away, the whole of it stitching back up in moments like this.

the encounter was borderline love-making.

after it was over, stiles tugged y/n into his arms, holding her closely to his chest. she let him pull her wherever he needed her to be, curling into his body easily.

he ran his fingers through her hair, gently brushing out tangles. the caresses nearly put her to sleep. then, stiles’ spoke, his voice low and close to her ear since his cheek was pressed against her head, “i’ll get up in a second and get you towel.”

she hummed in response, “can you grab me some water, too, please?” her mouth was dry.

stiles nodded, “anything, baby.”

it was just two words, barely an entire sentence, but it meant so much to her. it shocked her nervous system. woke her up.

and it solidified everything for the both of them.

y/n cleaned up once stiles got her a towel. then, he went down to the kitchen to grab her a water bottle as well. while he was gone, she slipped into another one of his hoodies. she sat on the edge of the bed, legs dangling. she hadn’t noticed before, but stiles phone had continued to buzz. it broke her peace.

y/n looked at it. the phone stared back, dauntingly.

she shouldn’t- it wasn’t her place.

she wasn’t that type of girl.

she couldn’t let what sam had done to her be the baseline for every single relationship for the rest of her life. she couldn’t let his stupid decisions ruin her trust for every other guy she’d meet.

especially not stiles. he meant too much to her for sam’s mistakes to demand behaviors from her that would surely ruin it.

but, then it buzzed again. the taunting anxiety and fear washed over her.

what if he was like sam?

she had to know.

y/n looked around, ensuring she really was still alone in his bedroom. she reached out a hand that was beginning to shake and turned the phone over. it was screen down- another giant, waving, teasing red flag.

she retracted her hand like she’d touched a flame.

the screen was black. she stared, blankly, waiting for something to happen. it buzzed again, stirring the silence, lighting up the home screen, and she flinched. the picture behind the notifications was of stiles and his dad. the grin on stiles’ face almost made her smile. but, then, a series of texts popped up.

lydia: where are you????

lydia: need you

lydia: please

ten other texts sat beneath these. she didn’t need to open them.

they were ten texts from lydia.

ten texts in a row from lydia.

y/n’s throat felt tight. she quickly flipped the phone back over, stood from the bed, and started getting dressed, in her own clothes, this time. she was determined to get out of there as quick as she could. she texted danny in the process.

her shirt had landed on stiles desk. she picked it up, tugged it on like a layer of protection against everything. she noticed it had knocked over the picture frame stiles had on his desk. y/n touched it, carefully situating it upright. as she did so, y/n saw lydia’s signature on the back of the drawing.

tears welled up in her eyes.

of course she’d been right again.

stiles came back as soon as she started to pull her shoes on. he paused at the door, clutching her water between his whitening fingers. he was nervous from the pace at which she moved. his eyes followed her around the room as she collected her bag. he attempted to decipher her behavior. what had happened?

“hey,” he called out. she didn’t look up. she didn’t reply. “here’s your water.”

“danny’s coming to get me,” y/n murmured. she shouldered her bag, finally. it overflowing because her things were stuffed messily inside.

“what?” stiles stepped towards her, dark eyes and brows furrowing.

y/n barely met his stare before looking away, “he’ll give you your hoodie back.” she was afraid that if she looked for too long, she’d give in.

“i want you to keep it-“

“monday, probably.”

then, y/n walked right past him, out the door of his bedroom. he turned as she went through, wanting to stop her. but, stiles’ phone started ringing on the bedside table. her steps faltered. she glanced back. stiles glanced at his phone with a distant look. he quickly grabbed it, eliciting a sickened chuckle from her lips.

stiles was completely and utterly confused. he didn’t know what he’d down wrong.

he denied the call, but scrolled through the messages as he chased her down the stairs, hoping answers lay there. stiles was having trouble processing all of the information being thrown at him. he was overwhelmed.

but, from what he understood, he needed to get to the school. lydia was in trouble. he couldn’t ignore the problem this time. they needed his help.

before that, though, he needed to stop y/n. he needed to tell her everything. he still didn’t understand what he’d done to majorly fuck things up right now, to chase her away- but maybe telling her how he felt would help.

“y/n, let me take you home. we can- we can talk about things-“

“don’t,” she had reached the front door, and was ready to run. but, she had turned back to interrupt him as he stumbled over his words. she didn’t want to hear his pathetic excuses.

“don’t what?” he was breathless. “what did i do? what are you talking about?”

y/n’s tears were spilling over her eyes. stiles frowned and reached out a hand. he needed to comfort her, needed to wipe away her tears. his fingers nearly touched her cheek. y/n snapped herself out of leaning into his wanting embrace. she slapped his hand away. stiles flinched back.

“i’m not fucking stupid. don’t play that game with me.”

stiles’ shoulders slouched. he clutched his phone, knuckles white. it continued buzzing. y/n looked down at it. she rolled her eyes and turned back towards the door. her hand clutched the doorknob.

“i’m not playing a game,” stiles stepped forward again, voice lowered from the fear that it would crack. “please, talk-“

y/n was about to turn back to face him, just to argue and fight him, but his phone started ringing. she did look up at him, just to give him an expectant glare, brows raised.

this would answer everything for her, if he took the call, if he chose lydia over her.

he stared back, juggling the device between his hands. stiles didn’t want to answer the phone call from lydia because that would end the fight. he would have to stand there and watch y/n walk out of the door. he needed to fix things with her before she left.

but, then, though the last call had ended, lydia started calling again.

stiles huffed, an apologetic look in his eyes as he answered, “hey, lydia- yeah, i’m on my way.”

he maintained sickening eye contact with her as he hung up the phone. a breath choked out of her throat. she turned on her heel, slammed the front door behind her back, just as danny pulled into the driveway.

stiles had seen this movie before, and he didn’t like the ending.

and, y/n had tried to change the ending this time around, but peter always lost wendy, and wendy had always had to leave neverland.

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idyllic-ghost · 2 years

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seventeen's reaction to their s/o being sensitive

request: seventeens reaction to having an over sensitive so? like their feelings get hurt easily

a/n: i dunno if these make any sense or if it's actually what you wanted... but here we are

cw: crying, mentions of arguments

genre: drabble, fluff

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s.coups

he gets pretty easily frustrated, so he notices it pretty early on in your relationship. the two of you would just be having a slight disagreement, and then he raises his voice a bit and you almost start crying. his mood changes so quickly. one second he's irritated, the next he's worrying and cooing about you. he would just immediately assume that he had done something wrong, and now he desperately needed to fix it. from that moment on, he's trying his best to think before he speaks or acts. if he would get ahead of himself again, and you start crying, he would cup your face in his hands and dry your tears away - all the while apologizing and cooing at you.

"no, no, no.. don't cry... i'm sorry, okay? i forgot, i'm sorry, baby"

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jeonghan

he found out almost immediately after meeting you. as usual, he was just playing around and teasing you. he hadn't expected you to get so upset by it but (and he wouldn't say this to anyone, ever, not even you) he found it a bit cute. the way your eyes filled up with tears and your eyebrows scrunched together as you asked in a tiny voice if he really meant it. jeonghan immediately knew he had to protect you at all costs. he started treading a bit lighter around you after that, although he still teased you lightheartedly. if anyone else did it, however, he would get very mad.

"hey, cut that out. i'm being serious, they don't like it"

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joshua

he found out the first time you watched a movie together. it was a cute scene of a dog meeting it's owner for the first time in years again. it was touching, of course, but not enough to make joshua cry. you, on the other hand, were sitting beside him and trying to hold back your sniffles. when he noticed it he started freaking out because he thought it was about something else. you had to explain to him that you were just a bit sensitive, to which he responded with saying that it was okay. he made a mental note of this moment, and made sure to treat you with care and always bring tissues when watching a sad movie.

"it's okay to cry, darling. here, do you want a tissue?"

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jun

he gets so confused. he just made a small joke about something you were doing, he wasn't expecting you to turn to him with tear-filled eyes. to be fair, it was a project you were very proud of and you were very excited to show him, so of course it made you upset when he joked about it. he saw his mistake, and apologized to you. but ever since then he made sure to be a bit more careful with what he says. he's good at remembering the little things about you, so whenever he sees that you're feeling a bit extra sensitive he always treads lightly around you even if you tell him it's okay. he cares for you, and he would do anything to make sure you're not upset.

"do you want to tell me what's gotten you so sad? can i fix it?"

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hoshi

he lives in the moment, so he doesn't always think about what he says. when he first noticed your sensitive side, he got so worried he had hurt you that he started crying too. he didn't even know what he had done, he couldn't really remember what he had said to make you so upset, but it felt horrible to watch you cry. then and there, he promised to never make you cry again. it didn't last of course. from time and time again he would speak without thinking and make you upset. it got so far that he started thinking that there was something wrong with him. he tried to just stop speaking. but that upset you even more. he realized if he really wanted your relationship to work, he had to start thinking ahead a bit. it was difficult at first, but he starts to get the hang of it eventually.

"why don't you just- never mind, let me rephrase that..."

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wonwoo

there weren't many opportunities for him to upset you, so it took a while for him to even notice how sensitive you were. he was quiet, gentle, and very good at reading your emotions - so it wasn't difficult for him to say the right things. but we don't always have control of our emotions, and one day, when he was particularly irritated by something else, he gently pushed you away and said he needed space when you tried to hug him. that was normal for him, but for you it felt like you had done something terribly wrong. you started apologizing and tearing up, and, before he could even react, you left the room. whatever had irritated him before was long forgotten, and now there was only worry for you in his heart. he comforted you and made sure that you knew that he wasn't mad at you.

"i'm really sorry, something happened earlier that just... forget it, that's not an excuse- i didn't mean to upset you, okay?"

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woozi

he does not know how to handle it. he's so used to replying with snarky or snappy remarks, that he thinks no different of it when he does it to you. when you get upset at that, he doesn't really understand at first. he just can't really believe that anyone can be so upset at something so small. very awkwardly tries to comfort you, but it only makes it worse. instead, he starts asking you what he can do for you because he really can't read your mind. whenever you get upset with him, he apologizes and asks if there's something specific he said that made you so hurt so that he can avoid doing it in the future.

"shit, i'm sorry- i didn't mean to make you sad, okay? what can i do to make it better, hm?"

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dokyeom

this man cries with you. if he ever upset you enough for you to start crying, you better believe he will also start crying. of course, he can get mad like any other human being, but making you cry immediately erases any anger he felt before. if he does upset you he will apologize profusely, and if he ever sees you upset he will comfort you the best he can. expect many hugs and forehead kisses. his favorite thing in the world is seeing you happy and smiling, and he would do anything to protect that smile.

"oh, don't cry, baby... my poor baby... who's got you this upset?"

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mingyu

poor guy doesn't even know he's done anything wrong. he's just talking and then he says something that makes your bottom lip quiver. then he's completely at your mercy, he's willing to give you anything to make sure you don't cry. he's the type of person to promise other people who care for you that he would never hurt you or make you cry - and then he manages to do just that! he gets so sad and feels very disappointed in himself for a long time. then he comes to understand that you're just a bit extra sensitive, and that the harmless thing he thought he said came across as much harsher to you. when you calmed down, you almost ended up comforting him too. ever since then, he's been just a bit more protective.

"are you feeling okay? was that person bothering you? i can totally talk to them for you if you want to, i don't mind- what do you mean it's not a big deal? yes it is!"

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the8

he just doesn't believe you at first. he thinks you're faking it because "your tears are your weapon". then he realizes it's not fake. he leaves you alone for a bit so that he doesn't have to show you that he actually started crying because he upset you. he comes back when he's calmed down so that he can start comforting you. he doesn't talk much, only hugs you and let's you cry it out. as soon as you've calmed down he takes your hand in his and asks you what he did to upset you.

"please, forgive me."

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seungkwan

he gets easily irritated, but he also loves taking care of you. so, while he can't really change himself, he always does his best to cheer you up if he ever says something to upset you. he never questions what could be making you so upset, he understands that it's just how you function and that you can't control it.

"oh no, wait, i'm sorry- i was just overreacting again, i'm not mad."

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vernon

another very confused dude. he will ask you if he said something wrong because he really doesn't get it. when you tell him why he made you so upset he got even more confused because he didn’t see it that way at all. him questioning you only made it worse, so now he’s learnt to not do that again. he still gets confused, of course, but he’s a bit better at handling it now. he just asks you what you needs, that’s the only way he will be able to help.

“uhhhh… i did something wrong again, didn’t i? shit, okay.. can i make it better?”

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dino

he thinks your messing with him at first and starts being sarcastic. it’s a bad idea and makes the situation worse. then he starts panicking because how the fuck could he mess this up? he doesn't care about what he said or why you reacted the way you did, he just wants to make it better. so he hugs you. it's the only thing he can come to think of. it becomes a bit of a habit, whenever you get upset he just hugs you and does nothing else. then it turns into a form of comfort for you, whenever you're feeling like something's wrong or if something's made you even just a little bit sad you will ask for hugs. and you better believe that he will drop everything to go embrace you immediately.

"hm? you're feeling down? do you want a hug?"

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tasteracha · 10 months

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a/n: this was 100% inspired by the news of hyune being made a global ambassador of versace (i'm so proud of him i'll cry). also this wasn't proofread in any way. oops.

you were in the middle of trying to make it look like you weren’t waiting at the door like an excited puppy when hyunjin came home, the lock to the front door rattling a bit as he unlocked it. he hasn’t been home this early in weeks, too busy with schedules and practices and meetings. you’re always immensely proud of him, happy to sit at home while he lives out his dreams but the pang of missing him has hurt a little more than usual lately.

all pretenses of trying to act cool flew out the window when you saw him though - he’s always beautiful, but something about the flowing silks and elegant patterns of his new versace clothes makes him look other-worldly. versace, the brand he was now a global ambassador of.

you didn’t know he was coming home all done up like this. even the shoes he kicks off are absurdly nice, smooth leathers complimented by lines of gold metal. your own body is clothed in your sleep shorts and an old worn out t-shirt, but the look of awe he gives you rivals the one on your face as he takes you in, the first thing he lays eyes on after a tiring day.

“hi, gorgeous,” he says, sweeping you into a hug and pressing a kiss onto the top of your head.

“shouldn’t i be the one calling you that?” you say, pulling back a bit to look him up and down. “you look amazing, mr. fancy brand ambassador.”

“it doesn’t matter what you wear, you’re always perfect,” he says sweetly, a fond smile on his face. he’s so sweet. but with the way he looks right now, like a greek god walking straight out of a myth, you suddenly don’t want sweet.

his eyes widen a bit when yours narrow in on him for a second, calculating. all your plans of cuddling him while you watch a movie and share a bottle of wine fly out the window as you pull him straight to the bedroom, not asking if he’d eaten or needed water or rest - that can happen later. once you’ve gotten what you wanted from him.

“i have to be careful with this, hmm?” you don’t waste any time as you slowly unbutton his silk shirt, the fabric rippling like water under your hands. “this probably is worth more than i am.”

“no,” he gasps when you get it open and run your hands up and down his chest, stopping at his nipples. you’ve caught him off guard. good. “yes. i don’t know?”

“awh, does my pretty boy feel shy because he’s all dolled up?” you tease as you slide the fabric off of his shoulders and neatly place it on the dresser. you know your words will push the wrong buttons. or the right ones, depending on his mood. for all of his shyness, he doesn’t usually like being teased in the bedroom. he likes it slow and sweet, sometimes hard and rough, but for the latter he needs to be pushed there.

“watch it,” he says, voice sharp in a way that slices right through you, just as you expected. you shiver when he pulls you close, his hand a harsh grip on your waist. you can smell his perfume from this close, the flowery scent mixing with his own natural one creating a melody of intoxicating aromas. his eyes are still soft though, he rarely ever looks at you with anything but pillowy fondness.

but the way he rips your shirt off when you just smirk at him in response is a sharp contrast to how you discarded him of his. it’s quick and rough, and you’re surprised that it didn’t rip before he threw it onto the floor behind you.

“you’re buying me a new shirt if you’re going to treat it like that,” your voice trembles when he cups your breasts in his hands, squeezing just so. for all your words, you know he’s winning this round. it’s a game of chess that you had prepared to lose.

“i’ll buy you a hundred shirts if you shut up and let me fuck you,” he almost growls, the frustration building up. fuck.

“i don’t know,” you pretend to think, placing your chin in your hand and rolling your eyes upwards in an exaggerated display. “why should i?”

before you can blink, he’s sliding your shorts and underwear down and pushing you backwards, and you feel the swoop of the fall in your stomach as your back hits your mattress. you let out a breathless laugh when he almost trips trying to get his own pants and boxers off, hopping on one foot when the other gets tangled up.

“do you need help?” you ask, voice sugar sweet and gaze locked onto him through your lashes. the final puzzle piece you needed, you realize, as his eyes ice over and the beautiful features on his face sharpen. he rids himself of the last of his clothes in one smooth movement, striding over to kneel on top of you on the bed.

“what’s gotten into you today, hmm?” he purrs, the hand that isn’t holding himself up over you is rubbing slow, hard circles into your inner thigh. you don’t answer, but the fight leaves you as you melt under him and your eyes flutter closed, content. he leans down to press a soft kiss to your jaw, then behind your ear, and finally to your mouth. “are you that desperate to get fucked?”

he pushes two fingers into you at once, making you keen and your eyes fly open as he starts pumping them in and out of you. he crooks his fingers just right every time, and you’re already seeing black spots in your vision as the pressure in your lower belly pools up.

“hyune-”, you gasp out, hands fluttering on his back. “what, ah-”

“you want me in control, right? i’m going to make you come on my fingers,” he pants out, his hand not slowing from its brutal pace. “and them i’m going to make you come on my cock. and you’re going to lay there and take it.”

the thought makes you groan and move your hips up to meet him, and when you look up at him hovering over you he looks like an angel. his hair is still done up, red-tinted lips parted and sparkly brown dusted eyes focused on how his fingers look inside of you. he moans when you clench hard around his fingers, like he’s feeling your pleasure too, and it sends you over the edge. you pull him down to meet you, parted pairs of lips meeting in a messy kiss as you all but sob into his mouth.

he doesn’t give you any time to recover as he pulls his slick-soaked fingers out of you, using it to pump his hard cock a few times before sliding it into you, propping himself onto his elbow so his entire body is covering yours. his mouth is still on yours, sucking and biting at your bottom lip, and even with that as a distraction you can feel every inch of him entering you. you can’t help the way your walls tighten around him when he starts moving and you break his kiss to throw your head back, an embarrassingly load moan leaving your mouth.

his lips move to your neck, latching on like his mouth can’t stay away from you. you can feel his breath panting out onto your skin, aligning with your own ragged breaths. you hook a leg around his waist, your hands scratching gently across the smooth planes of his back.

he comes before you do, pumping you full as he bites down on your neck, and he keeps fucking you until you follow him into the high. your legs shake and he whimpers, holding you close and burying his face into your neck as you both gain control of your breathing.

he rolls off of you once he can take breath that isn’t ragged and you lay your head on his chest, not minding the sweat. the both of you are serene, basking in the glow when you remember to ask -

“…do you think i get free clothes out of this too?”

#stray kids smut #skz smut #stray kids imagines #hyunjin smut #hyunjin imagines

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reigningqueenofwords · 8 days

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Writer's Block

Pairing: Bucky x Reader Word count: 2,218

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Sitting back in your computer chair, you groaned. On the screen in front of you, a blank page taunted you. That little black cursor just blinked over and over. Was it trying to drive you insane? “This is bullshit.” You muttered to yourself. Running your hand through your hair, you couldn’t decide if you wanted to cry, punch something, or just shut down your computer and walk away. None of those options sounded good enough.

“Babe, I’m home!” Came the voice of Bucky, your boyfriend of four years.

“In here!” You called out, feeling stuck in place. Letting your head lean back against the little pillow on your chair, you closed your eyes. Maybe he’d have a suggestion.

Finally, you heard the tell tale sound of him making his way towards your little office. Okay, it was a walk-in closet that you’d turned into a “writing nook” when you moved in together three years prior. “There’s my girl.” He sounded so proud, even now. It made you smile slightly. “Are you trying to write via mind control? Because as cool as that sounds, it doesn’t look like it’s working.” He teased.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at that. “If it did, you’d see a lot of foul language on that screen.” You looked over at him as he moved to stand next to you.

“Rough day?” He rubbed his hand over your shoulders.

“Rough last few months.” You said sadly.

Bucky frowned. You hadn’t mentioned anything to him about it, always hoping it would pass. “How about I get you out of the house for a couple hours, and you can tell me about it?” He offered you his hand.

You chewed on your lip for a moment, and caved when he fake pouted. “Only because you’re cute.” You took his hand and got up. “And it’ll still be more productive than me just sitting here…” You mused. “Let me go get some shoes on.” You kissed his cheek, giggling at the scruff.

“I love that sound.” He grinned, pulling you close. “How’s Mexican sound? We can try that place that just opened up downtown.”

You scrunched your nose. “Every time we pass it it’s really busy.” You countered. “Can we just go to Bertolli’s and get some pizza?” You batted your eyelashes at him.

“If my girl wants pizza, pizza she gets.” He pecked the tip of your nose before turning you towards the door and giving your backside a pat. “I’ll meet you downstairs.”

You were so thankful for Bucky. He could always cheer you up, and always supported you. It meant the world to you. He never made you feel silly for writing for your favorite shows and movies. Sure, he hadn’t really gotten it when you first told him about it, but he came around. Now he would even proofread for you sometimes, or help when you were stuck. He was perfect.

Bucky watched you go for a minute before typing “ I love you. ” on your computer for whenever you went to write again. With a smile, he shut the light off and left the little nook.

“So, talk to me.” Bucky looked at you, sipping his soda. “What’s been going on the past few months?”

Licking some sauce off your lips, you shrugged. “I really haven’t been able to write.” You told him honestly.

“Writer's block? I mean, I can provide some inspiration.” He flirted, wiggling his eyebrows.

You shook your head, chuckling lightly. “Not exactly. I get ideas, plenty of them. I get so excited, but then I sit down…and nothing. When I do write, I don’t finish the story. I’m lucky to finish a chapter.” You explained. “I used to be able to just write, and write, and write. I loved it, and I miss it so fucking much!” It was obvious how frustrated you were, and he remained quiet, letting you get this out. “And I loved the community, too. Ya know? But at some point, I feel that people just stopped reading. I’ll be lucky if just a couple people read, and that hurts. I put so much into my work, but why make that effort if no one cares? I know, I know ‘write for yourself’ or some shit, but all it does is remind me that no one wants to read my work anymore.” You shrugged a shoulder. “It hurts.” You said softly.

He reached over and took your hand. “What you’re feeling is completely valid.” He assured you. “It sucks that they don’t read like they did. It’s also their loss. I love your work.” He smiled. “What do you think I read when I can’t sleep? Or I know you’re napping while I’m on my lunch break?” When your eyes went wide, he chuckled. “Surprised?”

“I am!” You nodded. “I had no idea.” He’d never even hinted! “Do the guys at work know?!” Your cheeks felt hot at the thought of his coworkers- and friends ( your friends!)- knowing.

“You’re fucking adorable.” Bucky beamed. “I don’t think so. I don’t hide it, though.” He shrugged. “But I doubt they’re reading over my shoulder.”

You relaxed slightly at that. “Okay.” You took another bite of your pizza.

“Have you thought about writing a book?” He wondered, making you raise an eyebrow at him. “You’re a really good writer, babe. I think you’d kill it. Or, ya know, your characters.” It was a running joke that you enjoyed murdering your characters a little too much. When he would proofread he would ask which was getting offed.

“Oh, wow. No.” Shaking your head quickly, you hoped that was the end of it. “Writing for characters that already exist is easy. I just come up with scenarios.”

“And you make whoever is reading feel so many emotions. Maybe take your work that you’ve already done, edit it, change some names, a few places, and bam! A book of short stories by a future best selling author.” He grinned, saying it like it was the best idea ever. “Think about it. You have hundreds, if not thousands, of stories to choose from. Hell, some of those stories have a lot of chapters to them. You could flesh those out a bit and have a book.”

Swallowing, you gave him a small smile. “I never wanted my hobby to be my job.” You pointed out. “What you’re saying makes sense, and it could work, but..”

“But? How about you think about it? Don’t try to write for a week or two. Work on other things you like, and we can take a little vacation next weekend. Either you’ll still not like the idea, you’ll love it, or maybe you’ll just miss writing so much that something will come to you.” He encouraged. “Deal?”

After a moment, you nodded. “Deal.” You agreed. “Maybe I’m stuck because I’m trying to force it?” You mused.

Bucky nodded. “That could be it, too.” He gave your hand a squeeze before letting go. “I hope this helps you relax, either way. Let’s enjoy the rest of this pizza, get home, and enjoy a bubble bath.”

You snorted. “I love how you’re all tough but will always be down for a bubble bath!” You grinned.

“Can you blame me?” He chuckled. “I get to relax with my girl.”

“This is the fourth shelter we’ve been to, Buck.” Steve sighed. “We have seen a lot of really cute animals I’m sure she would love.” He went on, hands on his hips, as he faced his best friend.

Bucky shot him a look before it softened. “I just want our first pet to be perfect.” He pointed out.

“Then why am I here, instead of her?” He teased.

“Because our five year anniversary is coming up. I want to propose…and give her a pet.” He finally admitted. “I was gonna tie a ribbon with the ring around the furball’s neck. Or is that stupid? That’s stupid, right?”

Steve’s eyebrows shot up at that. “Is that why you asked Nat and Wanda to take her on a girl’s day today to get ‘pampered’?” He asked. “And no. Not stupid. Kinda surprised you came up with that, honestly.”

“Ha. Ha.” He shook his head. “And technically, I didn’t. Y/N has been writing again, and sure…she still has the violence, and angst that can even make me feel like a 13 year old girl watching the Notebook for the first time…but it’s got so much love in parts now. She wrote out this really romantic scene. Thought I’d recreate it for her. Flowers, a pet, proposing.” He ran a hand through his hair.

“I’m happy for you.” He grinned. “I still don’t get why you won’t tell me where I can read her work, though. You always talk about how good it is.”

He shrugged. “I think she’s worried about you guys reacting badly to it.” He slowly walked through the cages, knowing your heart would break if you were there. You’d want them all. Hell, if he was richer, he would say sure. But he wasn’t rich, sadly. “I’ll talk to her.” He promised, crouching in front of a cage with a white cat on it’s back. “Comfy?” He chuckled, putting his finger through the bars of the cage. As the white cat got up, he smiled, watching it come over to scratch itself on his finger. “I think my girl would love you.” He just felt that cat was the perfect one for them. “Let me go ask about adopting you…” He scanned the tag. “Alpine.” Standing up, he crossed his fingers that it worked out.

“I’m home!” You called out as you walked in the front door. “Something smells amazing in here.” You noted. Hanging up your purse, you toed off your shoes before making your way towards the kitchen.

Bucky stepped out right before you reached it, making you stop. “Meet me in the dining room? It’s almost done, and I want to serve it to you.”

“I think I can do that. If I can get a kiss first.” You said playfully.

“Like I could turn that down. Hopefully more than just kissing later?” He grinned, making you laugh.

Slapping his arm gently, you pecked his lips. “I think that can be arranged…” You flirted.

As you headed towards the dining room, he watched, biting his lip. He was nervous, but excited. Hopefully, he’d be holding you close that night as his fiance. He rushed back into the kitchen to go to the back porch to get Alpine. It had been fun trying to get that ribbon tied, because she kept trying to play with it. Crouching, he scooped her up. “Show time, Alpine.” He scratched her, enjoying how she rubbed against his jaw, purring.

You glanced over when you saw the door to the kitchen open. However, when you didn’t see Bucky, but a fluffy white cat, you gasped. “Hello, there.” You slid off the chair to pet her. “Aren’t you beautiful?” You pet her, missing the ring. Her fur hid it well.

“Her name is Alpine.” Bucky told you, carrying in a glass of wine for you, and a beer for him. “She has something for you.”

Your eyes went to the cat. “Do you?” You giggled. “What would that be?” You tilted your head, trying to figure out what it could be. That’s when it hit you, and you untied the ribbon around her neck. Finally, the ring came into view, falling into your hand. “Bucky?” You looked to your boyfriend.

“Marry me?” He asked, hopeful.

“Yes!” You giggled, getting up to rush over to him. “A million times yes!”

Taking the ring from you, he slipped it on your finger. “I need to thank Stevie. He helped so much with picking the ring, and driving around to find Alpine today.” He admitted, a bit bashfully.

You grinned, admiring your ring. “It’s gorgeous. And really, planning this off my fic?” You giggled.

“I was hoping it would make it that much more special for you.” He wrapped his arm around your waist.

“It really did.” You leaned into him. “I can’t wait to tell everyone I’m marrying the best guy ever!” You had no idea that he had been planning on proposing. “But, for tonight, I want to celebrate with my fiance !”

“Oh my God, I’m so glad you’re home!” You rushed to your fiance.

“Where’s the fire?” He steadied himself as you all but tackled him.

You shook your head. “A story I posted just yesterday has over ten-thousand hits, and everyone loves it!” You were all but bouncing up and down.

“Holy shit, that’s amazing!” He hugged you. “I didn’t get a chance to read it today, clearly. Is it one that I proofread for you?”

“Nope. This was a special surprise I wrote for you.” It was your turn to be a bit nervous. “It’s a short one, so how about you read that while I go finish prepping for dinner?” You suggested. When he nodded, pulling out his phone, you kissed his cheek and rushed off.

It wasn’t even five minutes later when you heard him. “You’re pregnant?!” He exclaimed, clearly excited. You couldn’t wait for so much new inspiration as you created your lives together.

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader oneshot #bucky barnes x reader oneshot

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cowgurrrl · 1 year

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Gold Dust Woman

Pairing: rockstar!joel miller x actress!reader

Author’s note: oh you can’t pay me to stop writing these two now

Summary: Oscars season with Joel [1.1k]

Warnings: anxiety, two idiots being grossly in love

You're on set when you find out you got nominated for an Oscar. Hannah, your director, stopped the scene but made sure the cameras were still rolling as she walked up to you. "The Academy just nominated you for Best Actress for The Beginning of the End." She told you, and you immediately burst into tears. The cast comes out from every corner of the sound stage to hug you and tell you how excited they are for you. It's a beautiful moment surrounded by love and pride, and you struggle to keep the Oscars out of your head as you try to go back to work. Joel buys you flowers and takes you and the girls to a nice dinner the night you find out about the nomination.

You're a nervous wreck in the weeks leading up to the award show. Sierra tries to tell you to enjoy the night and not worry about the outcome, but it's hard. Winning an Oscar has been your dream since you were a kid, and the idea that you're this close is freaking you out. You spend your time working, probably a little more than you should, and putting together an outfit for the night. If you're gonna lose, you might as well look good doing it.

On the day of the Oscars, you spend the whole day getting ready, letting your stylist and makeup artists take over the process so you don't have to worry. They put you in a stunning royal blue dress with gold embellishments adorning the bust and the skirt. Joel matches with a suit made specifically for him from the same fabric as your dress with the matching embellishments over his shoulders. He even put his own touch to his jacket, adding a rainbow pin to his lapel to show support for Ellie, who recently came out. His new favorite thing is finding anything with a rainbow on it for him or Ellie and wearing it proudly, so you're not too surprised when you catch him adding it to his jacket.

You each take some glam shots in your house before leaving for the Dolby Theatre, your knee bouncing anxiously the whole ride over. Joel is the perfect distraction with his touselled curls and sleek black sunglasses covering his eyes. He looks annoyingly hot and is the most perfect supportive partner ever, promising to love you still, no matter the outcome. You're only slightly frustrated with how attracted you are to him. When you get to the red carpet, he lets you take all the solo shots before you finally convince him that it's okay to come to take pictures with you. "I didn't wanna be in the way!" He says, making you laugh.

You get to meet celebrities you've never gotten to meet before, and you also get to see lots of old friends. When Jack Nicholson casually offers you a sip of whiskey from his hidden flask, you decide you've officially made it. You and Joel do the Glambot with him spinning you under his arm, showing off how your dress flows, and he waits patiently while you do interviews talking about what a privilege it is to be nominated and how excited you are to see everybody. By the time you're able to get into the Dolby Theatre and sit at your table, you're still incredibly nervous, but you feel a little bit better. Wine helps too.

You have two glasses with dinner before deciding to stop so you wouldn't be too drunk in case you do win. Joel is incredibly affectionate as you sit there with anxiety rolling off you in waves. He holds your hand, kisses your cheek, rubs your knee, anything to get your mind off how slow the categories are moving. When they finally get the Best Actress category, he grabs your hand in both of his and squeezes as they announce all the names. The women you're nominated alongside are extremely talented people who've been in the industry twice as long as you have. Their movies have made you cry, laugh, smile, and rethink your life, and isn't that what the best art is supposed to do?

"And the Oscar goes to..." the announcer says as he opens the envelope. You keep an even face, knowing the cameras are pointed at you, as you squeeze Joel's hand with every bit of strength. The second you hear your name, your ears ring, and the world explodes into white noise. Carolina and Ryan jump up and down from one table away, and the people you've modeled your career after are standing and applauding you. You find your feet and stand, hugging and kissing Joel before he escorts you to the front of the stage, falling back as you reach the stairs. The announcers hug you and hand you the heavy gold statue and the card with your name on it. They step aside and let you have the floor as a timer behind the camera counts down.

"Wow. Oh, my God. This is incredible," you say breathlessly. "Um, I'd like to thank the Academy for this amazing opportunity. I'm so honored to be nominated alongside some of the best actresses of our time, and I don't know if I will ever do anything as cool as this. When I made this movie, I was in a really weird headspace, and I didn't know how to bring this story to life, but I knew I wanted to do and I wanted to do it justice. Our director, Lilah Hanover, helped me do some incredible character work and gave me the space to try new things. I owe you my life, Mrs. Hanover. I want to thank my parents for letting me move to New York City and start my career. Ryan and Carolina, you guys have been my best friends since the beginning, and I couldn't imagine doing life without you," you speed up as your timer ticks down, and you try to go through your list.

"I couldn't have done this without my amazing team of people who support me every day and allow me to create art that makes me feel like I'm doing something worthwhile. I love what I do, and I never take it for granted. Um, to Sarah and Ellie Miller, I'm so honored to be in your lives, and I love you forever. Joel Miller," you find his eyes as he sits at the bottom of the stage, and you smile. "You are my rock, my safe place, my second chance, everything. There are no words to describe how much I love you, but I will spend the rest of my life trying to find them. Thank you." With that, the music plays out, and you follow the announcers backstage, where you look at your Oscar for the very first time and burst into tears.

Bonus: instagram stories after your win 😌

#one for the money two for the show #rockstar!joel miller #the last of us #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel tlou #the last of us x reader #joel miller fic #joel miller the last of us #tlou au #the last of us au

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zeestarfishalien · 10 months

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Part 11: One Way to Shake Me Up

[Master Post | Next]

Jason would like to comment upon an incredible feature humans have which is adaptability. He’s managed to completely reroute his life and daily routine around a body on a dining table and the spectral dog attached to said body.

He has a smaller two person table which he eats at and otherwise ignores the bigger table with its carefully laid artifacts, runes, and body. It’s kind of in the way so it’s rather impressive the way it’s become just another part of the scenery for Jason. At least it’s like that until he noticed that Spooky goes back into their body every night after Jason himself had gone to bed.

The first time Spooky didn’t climb back out of their body when Jason got up in the afternoon, he nearly panicked trying to find the spirit. He’d like to say he’s gotten better since then…but that would be a lie. Jason can’t quite help that spike of fear every time it takes Spooky a while to be coaxed from their body. They’re struggling with something and can’t communicate what it is. It’s frustrating and worrisome and Zatanna says it’s fine but she doesn’t see the way they look at their body sometimes, like it might eat them.

Yet every night they go back…and every night Jason wishes he could communicate fully with his roommate. There’s a desperation in Spooky’s eyes, something in the way they watch Jason talk or cook or fiddle around with gear in his off time. But the quiver in their legs they can’t quite get to stop for several minutes some days cuts Jason deep. His chest aches for his friend.

He’s not quite sure when exactly he shoved out any lingering hesitation about Spooky. A lot earlier than he likely would have for anyone else though and if Spooky does turn out to be bad news, Jason is going to suffer a lot. He’s attached. Very attached. Spooky is fully a part of his life and he really kind of likes it.

It’s the little things, the way that Spooky nudges his hand when they want his attention (usually to show him a bug or random trinket) or tucks their tail over their eyes when they’re pouting or feigning indifference. They watch movies together and Spooky follows him like a little duckling whenever he’s within their prescribed radius.

It’s not until Jason is ranting to Damian, Alfred, and Cass at Thursday tea time that a solution is presented. It’s presented in the form of a delirious Tim stumbling into the room half asleep.

“You should just put the alphabet on your floor. Or just one of those phrase button things people get for their animals.” He then promptly passes out. It’s ridiculously obvious now that Jason thinks about it and he can’t believe it took a nearly comatose genius to point it out to him. Cass is snickering at something dumb that’s definitely not Jason’s face (hint: it is), so Jason jabs her in the side. At least he tries to.

The smug smirks all around the table are all the response he gets for his antics.

“You know what,” Jason scoots his chair out and makes to stand, “I don’t need to take this.”

“Come now Master Jason. I do believe your friend Spooky can wait until after tea,” Alfred points out, painfully hitting the nail on the head. It’s only because it’s Alfred that Jason sits back down and doesn’t even glare.

The rest of their teatime passes uneventfully and all too slowly in Jason’s opinion. It’s all he can do to sit there feigning serenity, holding his legs perfectly still so they don’t bounce in anticipation.

He’d like to say that he made a swift but not suspiciously swift exit, the smirks on his sibling’s faces said otherwise. Even Alfred had a knowing glint in his eye as he bid Jason a good evening.

Well fuck them!

No, not really…he loves them he’s just anxious and excited and his gut is churning. He might finally have a way to communicate better with Spooky.

He definitely did Not border on the edge of speeding to get back home just a little bit faster.

He’s still careful to make sure no one sees him use the secret entrance to Damian’s little base.

It’s Damian’s. Not his. Not home (but it feels like home).

It doesn’t even have half a kitchen, just a mini fridge and a microwave oven, both of which Jason brought in himself.

They’re gone…

There’s no sign of Spooky in the little one room base they both live in.

It takes Jason 9 minutes to find Spooky pacing the border of their tether to their body. In this case, a rooftop at the end of the block.

Every once in a while they try to go further only for their body to turn to smoke and reform inside the prescribed radius. They return to pacing, eyeing the edge of their limits with a sort of panicked desperation.

“Spooky,” he calls softly. They still startle and skitter farther away. “Hey, it’s just me. Can we go inside?”

They shake their head no, their gaze jumping back to the invisible line they cannot cross.

“I’ve got a way for us to communicate. You can tell me what’s wrong. I’ll do my best to help.”

They spin back to him and he’s seen them desperate but not quite with this same level of agitation, of worry. They’re gaze searching Jason for any hint of a lie or possibly just looking for an affirmation of his words.

“Let’s figure this out together.”

Wowza, here we are. I will fully admit that most of the reason this wasn’t done sooner is that my newest dpxdc fic is taking up my time (and I haven’t even posted any of it yet. Hooo boi…). We’re getting close to some more answers! Next chapter maybe 😉

I’m also back on my Tales of the Land nonsense (a fantasy novel wip) with all the lore building and song writing involved there. Gotta torture my fav half siren thief some more 😈

@rangerhorsetug @treepainting @thatonegirl10 @demiourgias @spooky-fm @antagonisticly @fluffy23sblog @manglethemingle @kyrianclawraith @layyeschips @shepardking @asphyxia778 @ballzfrog @fluffen-spooky @drowningroane @deathsdaisy @malaayna @mistyaltair @potatoeofwisdom @heartsong18 @nixthenerd @icedbluesoul @the-church-grimm @overtherose @sara0055

@dannyphantomphan @nonbinary-disaster @depressed-bitchy-demon @8-29pm @addie-lover-of-stories @lifefilledwithstories @apointlessbox @skulld3mort-1fan @katgirl05 @spookytragedyshark @mandyne-1001 @ascetic-orange @booklover9114 @qualifiedpasta @mouzerequis @fleeting-mists @gin2212 @rollthatcritical @kaitouhime @itsloveleo @litlecameron @phantom-dc @hippityhoppity-iownyourbones @pastalavistamf @kokoroluna @legowerewolf @riasthelustful @agreatcheesecakestudentstuff

@akintoabitch @snowblub @isaactheautobot @jaguarthecat @ventureingonwings

#danny phantom crossover #dpxdc #dcxdp #my graveyard song #church grim danny au #the black dog danny

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3raaaachachacha · 2 years

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Lee Jeno x female reader / 3.1k words / angst / fluff / suggestive / smut

Warnings: unprotected sex, female oral, degradation, cursing

Disclaimer: contains 18+ content; minors do not interact

~ neighbor au ~

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You sighed loudly as you trudged your way back down the several flights of stairs. Mentally, you were cursing your luck for choosing one of the hottest days to move into your new apartment, one where the elevator had conveniently decided it wanted to be broken down. Lugging boxes up three flights of stairs had you sweating like crazy and you couldn’t wait to get the last few boxes upstairs so you could finally relax and have a cold shower.

You stared at the last remaining boxes that were on the floor for a moment too long before actually attempting picking them up. You were debating between stacking them on top of each other to avoid another trip when you heard someone call from behind you.

"Moving in?” You jumped, startled at the new voice.

Turning around you couldn’t keep your mouth from falling open. Standing in front of you was one of the handsomest guys you had ever seen and you weren't even being dramatic about it. His dark brown eyes were squinted as he smiled at you with a bright smile and his dark hair was damp with sweat. The black tank top he was wearing was sticking to his skin and it looked like he had just gotten back from a run. You took note of how toned and defined his muscles were, maybe made it a little more obvious than it should have been.

“Hello?” He awkwardly waved a hand and you snapped out of your gawking, chastising yourself.

“Oh gosh, Hi, sorry, I’m Y/N. Yeah, I’m moving in. Third floor actually, but of course, the elevator decided to stop working today," You groaned.

He chuckled at your scowl, “I’m Jeno, nice to meet you! I actually live on the third floor as well. And as for the elevator, it rarely ever works here," He chuckled at your wide eyes, "I can help you with the last of those though if you like?”

You nodded eagerly and thanked him a thousand times as he lifted two boxes easily and your eyes were glued to his bulging biceps, almost forgetting the smaller items you had to grab on your way. You swallowed hard and picked up the last of the items.

“Lead the way,” He said with a smile and you did just that, counting out your steps so you wouldn’t make more of a fool of yourself in front of him and trip up the stairs or something. You let out a groan of relief once the last of the boxes were placed just outside your new apartment door.

“Thank you so much, I really appreciate it,” You cheered, holding out your hand for him to shake but you quickly pulled away, thinking the better of it. It was sweaty and dirty.

He let out a hearty laugh, “No problem, neighbor," He winked at you and you raised a brow, “I live next door,” He pointed to the door to the left of yours.

“Oh! I guess we’ll see each other more often then,” You smiled and he hummed.

“Well, I do hope so, since I wouldn't mind seeing that red bra again. Happy unpacking!” He winked and walked into his apartment.

A scoff escaped your lips and you looked down in horror to see that you had worked up such a sweat, that your light grey tank top had become a tad see through. Sure enough, your red bra, your favorite one actually, was on display for anyone to see. You groaned in frustration and hurried inside, slamming the door shut behind you.

It took a moment for your embarrassment to go away before irritation set in, 'Of course, typical boy. First chance he gets, he’s looking down at my boobs,' You mumbled to yourself.

Thankfully, unpacking seemed to go a lot quicker than what it took for you to actually pack. Before you knew it, about two hours later, you were fresh out of the shower and settled on your couch, some random movie playing on your TV as you scrolled through your socials. It was the first time on your own and despite your anxiousness about a few things, you were more than excited for the new experience. Classes would be starting up in a few months and you had already gotten a head start on studying and assignments since you didn't want them to pile up in between classes and work. Being on your own had its perks, and one of those was that you had the peace and quiet you needed to concentrate. Or so you thought.

It took a few weeks for you to actually get settled down and used to the apartment lifestyle, but you definitely struggled at first in terms of not having your parents around to cook and clean. To your surprise, those chores became a regular activity for you to do in your spare time.

After a long and tiring week, you wanted nothing more than to just relax a little and possibly get a good night's rest after reading a few materials of course. That was until something kept setting you off. You gripped your hair tightly and groaned as the vibrating bass from next door seemed to only get louder. Jeno was just who you thought he was. A party boy with no consideration for the people around him. If he wasn’t having a party every other night with people going in and out and shouting up and down the hallways, there was someone screaming and moaning his name between the thin walls.

You had just moved in and didn’t want to be that neighbor, but you were sick of it. You moved out to get peace and quiet and the occasional loudness from others but this was just too much. Without thinking, you stormed out of your apartment to the door left of yours. Banging your fist on it, you doubted anyone would hear over the music playing.

To your surprise, the door flew open and a tipsy Jeno smirked down at you.

“Yah, Lee Jeno!” You crossed your arms over your chest, giving him your best glare. He continued to smirk, leisurely leaning against the door frame.

“You are aware that there is more than just you on this floor, right? Because I’m trying to get some work done and this music is atrocious. Turn it down or move it somewhere else. Seriously," You were still glaring at him as his smirk got wider.

“Or you can chill out and come join the party,” He winked and you scoffed at him.

“Turn it down, Jeno, or I’m calling the cops. Do you have any respect for anyone but yourself?!” You saw his eyes looking you up and down, something burning just behind them that made your stomach flip.

You looked down and your mouth dropped open. You had been so annoyed and angry when you marched over here, you forgot you were in your booty shorts, the shortest ones you owned that were strictly for parading around your own home and sleeping. The tank top you had on was thin too and left nothing to the imagination. Your cheeks flamed red from anger and embarrassment.

“Just turn it down, dammit!” You shouted, angrily marching back to your apartment. You slammed the door and slid down, burying your face in your hands.

'You idiot, Y/N! How could you walk out dressed like this?!' You swore you could hear someone chuckling outside your door but you shook your head, standing up and going to find some ear plugs somewhere.

By the time you had settled back in at your small desk, you were surprised to hear that the music had been turned down. Not enough to drown out the noise, but enough that it wouldn’t be vibrating the inside of your skull. You smiled to yourself and got back to work, but that didn't stop Lee Jeno from running through your mind.

Weeks went by and it seemed as if Jeno loved to get on your nerves. You groaned in horror and pressed your fingers into your ears as hard as you could. The sound of the repeated banging of a headboard against the wall, the grunting and moaning and occasional moan of Jeno had you going crazy. You had already yelled at him about the parties and to your surprise, they seemed to be happening less and less.

You noticed a few times that they would take place on nights when you hadn’t planned on studying. How in the world Lee Jeno could know that you had no clue. Thinking of him watching you and figuring out your schedule sent a shudder through you. He’s a creep, you thought. At least he was being considerate. Sort of.

Now it was your new problem. There seemed to be a new girl over at his place every night that there wasn’t a party. Unfortunately for you, your bedroom and apparently his were only separated by the thin walls so you could hear everything.

Every smack of skin, every moan, every whimper, every grunt. It horrified you. It was not something you had ever wanted to hear, at all. At least not from two strangers. You definitely didn’t want to go over and tell him to hurry it the fuck up, but you desperately wanted to sleep and after weeks of this going on, you knew he could go for another hour or two before the girl would leave.

Groaning in annoyance and frustration, you made sure to throw on a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt this time before marching over to interrupt his good time. Again, you banged your fist on the door, shouting out his name. You really hadn’t wanted to be that neighbor but he made it nearly impossible to not be that neighbor.

The door opened and instead of the irritability for being interrupted like you thought, he was only smirking down at you. He had joggers covering his lower half but no shirt on. There was a thin sheet of sweat over his skin that seemed to make it sparkle and you gulped at the sight of his abs and chiseled chest.

“Something wrong, princess?” He grinned and you bit your cheek. His new thing was calling you princess and you loathed it.

“I’d appreciate it if you could keep it down. Or hurry the fuck up because I want to sleep and it’s impossible to that when my bedroom is right next to yours. Especially when I can hear that stuff," You gestured with your hands.

He feigned innocence, “What stuff are you referring to, princess?” You glared at him as he only smirked down at you. You hated and loved that smirk at the same time.

“The girl! You! Sex! Or whatever you kids call it these days. Just hurry it up. Please," Your cheeks were flamed in embarrassment as he laughed at you.

“Kids? We’re about the same age, princess, but cute. As for the noise, I can’t help that I make them feel so good that they need to be loud,” Your eyes bore into his dark ones, "You’re more than welcome to find that out for yourself,” He winked at you and you threw your hands up in frustration.

“You are an absolute pig, Jeno! I would never sleep with you. Who knows what kind of disease you have going on down there. All those different girls every other night. It’s disgusting,” You spat at him and he only laughed harder, “How you find this even remotely funny is worse,” You muttered.

“Just hurry it up. Get back to whatever her name is,” You stalked back to your apartment, irritated more at yourself now than him. When he had suggested sleeping with you, you almost considered it. You couldn’t deny that as insufferable and inconsiderate he was, Jeno is attractive.

His muscles were toned and he worked out every day. You knew he ate healthy because you would see him coming back from his morning runs sometimes with those green smoothies that you would never let your stomach experience. His dark brown eyes seemed to see into you and just drew you in. As much as that smirk made you want to smack him, it made you want to pounce on him too.

Sighing, you dragged yourself to the couch as you attempted to give yourself some kind of peep talk about the bad things about Lee Jeno. To your surprise, you heard no other noises from next door for the rest of the night.

When you said that you would never have sex with Lee Jeno, you meant it, well at that moment you did. You had stormed over to his place once you found out one of your packages was delivered there. Yet the moment you saw him in just a towel around the waist made you pounce on him like he was your prey. You couldn’t resist him anymore, your body moved faster than your brain could try to convince you this may be a bad idea.

Jeno smirked to himself, knowing damn well what he did to get you so worked up. His tongue invaded your mouth and his grip on you was tight enough to leave marks tomorrow.

"Fuck, Jeno," You moaned loudly, hands gripping his hair.

Jeno removed his lips from yours as he moved to your neck, leaving little love bites in his wake to be on full display. The moment you went to tell him off for marking you, one of his slender fingers entered you, leaving you in a moaning mess in his arms.

"God, I've wanted to do this since the first time I saw you," Jeno mumbled as he raised your shirt above your breasts so he could touch them "Those tight pants and tank you had on. I wanted to fuck you right then and there."

You moaned loudly at his words, moving to discard his shirt and place your hands on the belt of his jeans. Jeno removed his fingers from your core, messingly pulling your clothes off before his and pushing you onto his bed. He got on top of you, lips sucking on your pert nipples and hands rubbing at your clit before he moved down so that he was eye level with your pussy.

A smirk adored his face and before you could tell him to wipe it off his mouth made contact with your pussy. A content sigh left your lips at the way his tongue and teeth circled your clit. It had been months since you last got laid, making this extremely more sensitive for you.

"Fuck me," You whined breathlessly, fingers tight in Jeno's hair, "Hurry up and fuck me, Jeno."

Jeno scoffed and removed himself from your pussy, before coming eye level with you and placing his hand on your neck, but not tight enough to hurt, "I'm going to need you to beg, princess."

Over your dead body. You would never beg to have Jeno fuck you, but the way his hand was tight around your throat and his knee between your thighs and rubbing against your pussy had you deseperate for more. As much as you wanted to ignore his demand, you needed it, you needed him.

After your desperate pleas of getting Jeno to fuck you, he happily smiled to himself as he saw you like this. Within seconds, he had you on your front so that you were on your hands and knees and once deemed ready, he thrusted his hard cock into you.

“Oh, fuck!” You moaned loudly at the pace and depth of Jeno’s thrusts, “You’re so big.”

Jeno could see you struggling to stay on all fours that he pulled you back so that you were flush against his front, "You look hot like this," Jeno groaned, his thrusts becoming a little sloppy, "All marked, needy and whiney for me. Begging for my cock."

"Fuck you, Jeno," You groaned, hands gripping his arm that was holding at your throat, "I still fucking hate you."

"No you don't princess," Jeno teased, "You fucking love this. You love me fucking you like this, leave you all dumb and stupid for me. Want me to fuck you until you can't walk. I want you to say it.”

You wanted to reply and call him out for being a cocky bitch, but you’d be lying if what he said wasn’t true. You thought about this scenario in your head many times, but never wanted to give in, till now. Everything about him screamed at you to not get involved, but you just couldn’t resist. Maybe, just maybe, your thoughts of him doing this to get under your skin was all a plan.

Jeno couldn’t help but chuckle at your already fucked out state, his hand tighetning around your neck and the other coming around to touch your clit. His fingers immediately caused your body to shake as your lips let out a sinful whine in response. Your hands tightened against his arm and your whimpers filled the room along with the slaps of skin. That only encouraged Jeno to push him further, speeding up his thrusts and rubbing vigorously against your clit.

“Jeno,” You moaned breathlessly, “I’m going to cum.”

Jeno’s thrusts only increased from there, he was fucking you as if it was the last thing he’d ever be doing. He could feel that you were close from the way your pussy hugged his cock so deliciously. Your hands moved to grab at his thighs to try and steady your shaking body for what was about to come.

“Cum for me princess,” Jeno encouraged, “Cum all over my cock like a good girl.”

You tilted your head to the side and kissed Jeno’s lips furiously to muffle your whimpers as your orgasm hit. Jeno’s hands both wrapped themselves around your waist the moment your body began to shake and convulse. He kept thrusting his cock into you, helping you ride out your high and reach his own. Thankfully, Jeno was coming seconds after, releasing his warm seed inside of you, the two of you completely forgetting about the condom, but neither one of you cared right now.

The two of you laid there in silence for a moment before Jeno got up to get a towel to help clean you up,“So, princess. Am I still that shitty and selfish neighbor of yours?” Jeno teased as he tossed you one of his shirts, “Cause I’m pretty sure the rest of the neighbors would love to know that it was you who I was making feel good.”

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pttwice · 7 months

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may I request a baby SMC reqressing while on the tour bus with the group in America and fighting like siblings do and CG MiSaMo needs to scold them and put them in timeout

hi hi :) i know that little SMC would all be such troublemakers. they'd be so sweet but a handful when they're all regressed at the same time

timeout

|| little!dahyun, little!chaeyoung, little!tzuyu, cg!mina, cg!sana, cg!momo ||

"Mama, wanna watch movie." Chaeyoung leaned over in her seat and laid her head down in Momo's lap. She used her best puppy dog eyes on the older girl. Momo tried not to look down, but it was just too hard to resist a little Chaeng in her lap. Momo sighed and nodded. She pulled her iPad out of her backpack and pulled up Disney+.

"If you watch a movie now, then no iPad when we get to the hotel, okay? Straight to bath and then bed." Momo held her tablet above Chaeyoung who huffed but nodded, holding her hands out.

Once Chaeyoung leaned back in her seat to pick a movie, Sana pulled a headphone out, turning to look at Momo.

"What's that look for?" Momo squinted her eyes a bit, knowing fully well why Sana was looking at her like she had just made a huge mistake.

"You know that giving them your iPad was a terrible choice, right?" Mina chimed in from her seat beside Jeongyeon. She paused the YouTube video she was watching and Momo just playfully rolled her eyes.

"What was I supposed to do? If I didn't give her my iPad, then she was just going to keep looking at me like that. You two can't say no to that face either!"

Sana just sighed and shook her head, putting her headphone back in. "You're dealing with this if they get out of control."

Chaeyoung held Momo's iPad in her lap, scrolling through all the movies on Disney+. She had seen most of them at least twice, but there were a few she always went back to no matter how many there were she hadn't seen.

Dahyun and Tzuyu leaned against Chaeyoung's shoulders and watched as Chaeyoung endlessly scrolled. There were a few movies they each liked, but they knew that Chaeyoung wouldn't want to pick the ones they wanted.

"Doggies! Doggies!" Tzuyu got excited and pointed to 101 Dalmatians, but Chaeyoung just shook her head and scrolled past it.

"We watched dat yesterday, Tzu."

Tzuyu pouted and crossed her arms over her chest. Just because they watched it yesterday, that didn't mean they couldn't watch it again today.

"Oooh Pooh!" Dahyun excitedly pointed out The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh, but Chaeyoung shook her head again and continued her search.

"No. Pooh too boring."

Dahyun just glared at her little sister and groaned. "You never wanna watch what we wanna watch, Chaeng."

Chaeyoung just shrugged her shoulders in indifference. After a few more rows of movies, she finally picked one she knew she'd never get tired of watching. "Cindewella!" She excitedly shouted the name out and bounced a little in her seat.

Dahyun and Tzuyu looked at each other and shook their heads. They had seen Cinderella with Chaeyoung and without her at least a bajillion times. They liked the movie enough, but with the amount of times they'd each seen it, it had gotten boring. There were so many more movies that were so much more fun!

Tzuyu only watched Cinderella for about five minutes before she got tired of it. She tried to exit out of the movie to try and force Chaeyoung to watch something else, but this only frustrated her older sister.

"No, Tzu! Wanna watch Cindewella!" Chaeyoung pulled the iPad away from Tzuyu, turning so her back was facing the youngest. Dahyun frowned at the action and tried to pull the iPad out of Chaeyoung's hand.

"Ya! You have to share!" Dahyun tugged at the iPad, accidentally changing the language to French from how she was grabbing it.

"Hyun! Stop!" Chaeyoung was more than frustrated now. She just wanted to watch her movie, but now she couldn't even understand what they were saying and she didn't know how to change the settings.

"Don' wanna watch!" Tzuyu started to pull on Chaeyoung's shirt, trying to get the older girl to turn around. She didn't even care about what movie they watched at this point as long as it wasn't Cinderella. She had seen it too many times and she was tired of Chaeyoung always picking the movies they watched.

Most of the girls had fallen asleep. The ride to the hotel was fairly long so they had more than enough time to catch up on sleep.

Mina, Sana, and Momo were fast asleep. They were enjoying the rare time to rest and relax before they had to get ready for the concert tomorrow.

As soon as the littles started to argue, Sana's eyes shot open. She pulled one of her headphones out and groaned. She threw her head against the back of her seat and rubbed her eyes. She did not want to be dealing with this right now. Especially not by herself.

"Ya you gotta deal with them." Sana smacked Momo on the arm a few times, successfully waking the older girl up. Momo groaned and opened one eye. She didn't know what Sana was talking about until she heard Chaeyoung's all too familiar whines.

"Why do I have to deal with them?" Momo rubbed her hands over her face and sat up a bit.

"You're the one who gave them the iPad in the first place!" Sana laughed in disbelief as she turned her body towards Momo. At this, Momo just gave her a guilty smile.

"Oh. Right." Momo sighed and threw her blanket off. She got up and stood beside Dahyun's seat. The three littles were too invested in arguing with each other that they didn't even realize that Momo had gotten up.

"I wanna watch Cindewella!" Chaeyoung was full on yelling at this point and Momo was afraid it was going to wake the rest of the sleeping members up or at least annoy the crap out of them.

"No! Tzu doesn't want to and we-"

"Ya! Why are you three yelling? I didn't give you the iPad just so you could fight over it."

They finally noticed Momo standing over them, three heads turning to look at their mama all at once. There was perfectly beautiful silence for about five seconds until all three of them decided to start talking all at once.

"What-hold on. I can't understand a single thing any of you are trying to tell me." Momo sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. She was in no way equipped to deal with three screaming littles, especially not when she had just woken up.

Sana turned around once they all started talking over each other and rolled her eyes. She got up and stood beside Momo, her hands on her hips. Her usually sweet and happy face was extremely annoyed.

"Hey! Please. One at a time. We can't figure out what's going on unless you go one at a time."

Dahyun grumbled but stopped talking. She crossed her arms and just pointed to Chaeyoung and then the iPad. Chaeyoung wasn't much help either as she just mocked what Dahyun was doing. Tzuyu... well, Tzuyu was just pouting. She turned so her face was against the window, eyes closed as she mumbled to herself.

"Okay, one at a time doesn't mean saying nothing. Chaengie did you share the iPad?" Sana sighed, trying a lighter approach to see if they would respond any better, but this just caused them to all start talking again even louder.

At this point, most of the bus was woken up, including Mina. The littles we well as Momo and Sana didn't notice as Mina sat up, turning to the noise that had drawn her away from her peaceful sleep. She stretched and got up, taking her headphones out before setting everything on her seat.

By the time the littles had finally gone quiet, Momo and Sana thought they had just gotten tired of talking over each other. They turned and high-fived each other, immediately jumping once they saw Mina standing behind them. The look the girl had on her face was far from pleasant as she stood there, arms crossed.

"You three. One, you're going to give me the iPad." Mina held her hand out and Chaeyoung gave it to Mina with a slightly shaky hand. "Two, you're going to stop arguing and apologize to each other and the rest of the bus." Mina waited until they said sorry to each other and everyone else. "Three, you're going to sit away from each other. No phones, no iPads, nothing. You're going to sit there and think about the commotion you just caused until we get to the hotel. Once we get to the hotel, you're taking a bath and going straight to bed. Understand?"

It wasn't often that Mina got upset, but when she did, it was scary. She didn't raise her voice, but her tone was so stern and commanding that it even struck fear into Sana and Momo who silently stood beside each other.

The littles grumbled but didn't dare do or say anything as they sat far away from each other. Dahyun sat at the front of the bus, Chaeyoung in the middle, and Tzuyu in the back beside Jeongyeon who had somehow stayed asleep through it all.

Once peace had been restored and the littles were in timeout, the three caregivers sat back down. Sana leaned over to Momo and whispered, "Remind me to never make Mina mad."

Momo just looked at Sana and nodded in agreement. Although she was scary, they couldn't deny that she got the job done. By the time the bus made it to the hotel, the littles had apologized to each other again and were happy enough to take a bath and go to sleep.

Too exhausted to continue their fighting at the hotel — too scared of Mina getting angry again as well — they all ended up wrapped up in each other, somehow squeezed into one bed.

#twice agere #twice fic #little!dahyun #little!chaeyoung #little!tzuyu #caregiver!mina #caregiver!sana #caregiver!momo #sfw #sfw interaction only #sfw agere

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Self Care With The Ladies!

Recipe: Helena, Anne, Vera, and Tracy x Reader (all separate), romantic, headcanons, date night, gn!reader, stressed! reader, they/them pronouns used once, reader is called beautiful and gorgeous, reader has make up put on them, cuddles

WC: 639

Chef's Note: I noticed there wasn't a ton of girls in the idv x reader tag!!! That is a tragedy, and something I aim to fix. I wanted to do something simple and self indulgent today! Hope nobody minds ;w;

Helena

Gets annoyed when you attempt to hide how tired you really are. Tells you off for not taking care of your own needs. She seems rather angry, but it comes out of pure concern for you.

Finds a small nook in the manor for the two of you to hide in, unbothered by the rest of the residents. Has you lay down beside her, resting your head on her lap, while she reads to you.

"It says here that y/n is actually the most beautiful person in the world! Fancy that!" You try to argue with her, and she asks you to prove it. You cannot prove it, as you can't read braille. She smiles down at you, feeling as though she's gotten away with something great.

Will read to you until you fall asleep, then she'll simply sit and enjoy your presence.

Anne

Has prepared a new game for the two of you to play!

She's brought some cookies and hot chocolate for the occasion, and has made sure the room is super cozy.

She doesn't outwardly say she knows your stressed, nor does she push you to talk about it. Claims that she's only doing this to have a fun time.

She explains the rules to you as best she can, though she's so excited to play with you that she can't formulate a proper description. Claims that you'll understand more once the two of you begin playing.

The two of you have friendly banter while playing. She jokes about how badly she's going to crush you, and you try to return her energy.

She beats you the first couple of times, and then starts letting you win.

"You're getting really good!" She could demolish you in two rounds

Ends the night drinking the last of your hot chocolate while looking at the stars.

Vera

Notices something off about you immediately. Can sniff out the fact that you're spreading yourself thin effortlessly.

Her solution? A makeover!

She invites you to her room, and gives you the spa treatment

She goes through her skin care routine, all the while complimenting you for how great you look. Recommends all sorts of tricks for taking care of yourself.

Doesn't use too much make up, just highlights your "natural beauty"

Once she's done, she dresses in an outfit she hand picked for you, doing little bits of maintenance to make sure it fits perfectly.

You can hardly recognize yourself in the mirror when she's done. You look better than you ever had before.

The two of you then head to dinner, and she takes great care in showing you off to everyone you pass.

"Don't they look gorgeous? My, you'd think I was dining with a movie star!"

Tracy

The QUEEN of parallel play

The both of you are the same amount of stressed. She's been working on something that hasn't been going great, and the manor has been playing tricks on your mind. She suggests the two of you just do something to relax.

She leans on your shoulder while fidgeting with a puzzle, and you busy yourself with your own hobby.

When she finds herself getting frustrated, she buries herself in your neck, breathes in deeply, and then returns to her game. The first time it startles you, but by the third time you find it comforting.

Eventually, the two of you grow bored with your respective busy work, and decide on getting a snack.

The entire time she's touching you. Holding your hand, leaning on you, or resting her head on your shoulder. She loves simply basking in your presence.

While eating, the two of you chat about anything and everything. The conversation grows emotional quickly, with the two of you expressing how stressed you've been lately.

"I'm lucky to have you." She means every word

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Late Night Talking - Chapter Eleven

Summary: Dieter gets busier after the movie premiere and he and Emily go to NYC for The Tonight Show

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: ~6900

Tag list: @rhoorl @avastrasposts @readingiskeepingmegoing @runningmom94 @gwendibleywrites @weho2kcmo

Things got very busy for Dieter after that weekend. Meetings and auditions and interviews filled his schedule. Every day I got multiple texts and voicemails from him. I called him back when I got home, but he was a little frustrated.

”If you’d gotten back to me in time, I could have gotten you invited, too,” he said the day he’d left three voicemails about a party at a Warner Brothers executive’s Malibu beach house.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I keep my phone locked in my desk while I’m at work. I don’t really have time to check it except on my lunch break.”

”Yeah, I know,” he said. “I just … all this great stuff is happening and I want to share it with you.”

”I’m happy for you, Deet. You deserve all of it. And I don’t need to go everywhere with you.”

“You kind of do,” he said slowly. “Carmen says that now that we’re red carpet official, we need to be seen together. It’s good for my image. The new Dieter Bravo is sober and in a stable relationship. Someone the studios can rely on, someone the general public can relate to.”

“I get it,” I said. “But what about privacy? A lot of celebrities keep their romantic partners out of the spotlight.”

”We’ll get there,” he promised. “But right now, while I’m still working on my comeback … I need your help, Em.”

A thought crossed my mind and I didn’t like it. “You … you didn’t ask me out because you thought I’d be good for your image, did you?”

”Hell, no! This is all shit Carmen spun. I mean, she’s good at taking what really happens and spinning it. She never told me to get a girlfriend, and she actually tried to talk me out of taking you to the premiere. She thought it was too early, that I needed some time in the spotlight alone to re-establish my image with the focus just on me, but I wanted you there.”

”Calm down, Deet. I believe you.” And I did. There was just a tiny little fraction of a percentage of my brain that didn’t.

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Dieter showed up at my place that Friday evening with a smile on his face and a box in his hand. “For you,” he said.

I saw the Apple logo but I already had a phone and it was too small for an iPad or MacBook. “What is it?”

”Open it up,” he said. He was bouncing on the balls of his feet like a little kid. “It’s an Apple Watch,” he said before I’d even gotten the lid all the way off. “It syncs with your phone, so you can get texts and phone calls and stuff even if your phone is in your desk drawer. This way I can always get a hold of you.”

He pulled another package out of his pocket. “I even bought an upgraded band for you. Leather.” He snatched the box out of my hands. “Get your phone and let’s set it up.”

I picked my phone up off the coffee table. I wasn’t entirely sure I liked the idea of being at Dieter’s beck and call every moment of the day, but he was so excited, I couldn't tell him I wasn’t thrilled with the gift. For one thing, it was expensive. Even the most basic version was far beyond my price range. I wasn’t comfortable accepting gifts, anyway. I always made sure to pay my friends and co-workers back if they paid for lunch, or at least, made sure I treated them the next time. I didn’t like being beholden to anyone.

Dieter got the watch set up and helped me adjust the band to fit snugly but comfortably. “It‘ll count your steps, check your heart rate, all of that,” he said. “Like a Fitbit but you get texts and stuff as well. Real Dick Tracy shit.”

He pulled out his phone and sent me a text. The watch vibrated gently against my skin and a notification popped up. “See, you can read the text right on the watch,” Dieter said eagerly. “You can even send a suggested reply. And you can answer calls.” He tapped his phone again and this time the watch buzzed rhythmically as my phone rang. “Answer it!”

I tapped the green button and said, “Hello?”

Dieter’s voice came out of my wrist. “You ready for dinner?” I couldn’t help but smile. It really was Dick Tracy level shit.

“Yes,” I replied.

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My watch buzzed on my wrist. I twisted my arm to wake it up and saw a text message from Dieter.

DIETER: U need to take next Thurs & Fri off. No questions

ME: What? Why?

DIETER: Hey no questions! Call me when u can xoxo

“I’m going to take a quick break,” I told Elaine, who as always was watching me from her office. . It was a quiet time of the day, so I grabbed my phone from the back office, stepped outside where the cell signal was stronger and called Dieter.

“That was fast,” he said. I usually wasn’t able to call him during the day.

“I can’t just take time off without knowing why,” I said. “What’s going on?”

“Remember on our first date, I told you I’d show you New York sometime?,” he said. “Well, I just got booked on The Tonight Show for next Thursday, and you’re coming with me.”

“Wait, what?”

“My agent booked me on The Tonight Show,” he repeated. “It’s filmed in New York. I want you to come with me. We leave that morning, we’ll come back on Saturday. I already booked the flight.”

“Okay, okay, I’ll put in for the time off,” I said. I knew we didn’t have much on the agenda the following week and I had plenty of vacation time banked since I tended to save it up for the end of the school year when I was tired. “I’ll call you again when I get home.”

“Great,” he said. “Talk to you then, babe.”

I hung up and went back inside. Elaine immediately asked if anything was wrong. The woman had an instinct for finding out bad news and spreading it around the entire campus.

“No, no, everything’s fine. But I’ll be taking a couple of days off next week,” I said. “Excuse me, but I need to put that in the system before I forget.” I knew she was dying to ask why I was taking time off, but it was none of her business and I liked to stymie her efforts at being nosy. I hurried off to the back office to use the computer, leaving her standing indignantly at the counter.

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I had my luggage in the trunk of my car, so at the end of the day on Wednesday, I drove straight from work to Dieter’s house. It felt weird to be driving in during the middle of the week again. I’d done it quite a bit during the summer, when we’d first started dating, but now that I’d been back at work for a few months, I was used to fighting Friday evening traffic. Not that Wednesday evening traffic was exactly light, but it was better than usual and I got to his house a good twenty minutes faster than I’d expected.

“Hey, baby,” Dieter said when he answered the door. “You got here fast.” He pulled me inside, wrapping his arms around me and giving me an exuberant kiss. “I ordered dinner but it won’t be delivered for about an hour.” He raised an eyebrow. “What should we do until then?”

“Gee, I don’t know,” I said, playing along. We both knew full well we were going to end up making out on the couch. It was our typical routine on Friday nights. He’d order food to be delivered about a half hour after I got there and we’d occupy ourselves by making up for not having seen each other for almost a week. The doorbell always seemed to ring far too soon, but this time we had an extra half hour to indulge ourselves.

I was on Dieter’s lap, my skirt hiked up above my waist and my hand down his pants when the doorbell rang. We both groaned, frustrated at being interrupted. I climbed off him, pulled my skirt back down and went to the door, since it was going to be a minute or two before he was able to walk properly.

“Dinner first or do you want to pick up where we left off?” I asked when I came back with the food. It was Thai food, and smelled absolutely amazing, but I was willing to wait for it if that’s what he wanted.

He fastened the button on his pants. “Let’s eat,” he said. “Don’t want the food to get cold, and I think we’ll heat back up better than it will.” I rolled my eyes and took the food into the kitchen, where I started to unpack it onto the island. Dieter got out the plates and flatware, took a couple of beers out of the fridge, and soon we were perched on barstools, shoveling Thai food into our faces.

“What time is our flight in the morning?” I asked him in between mouthfuls.

“Six,” he said with a groan. “We get into New York at two, so they’ll probably take us straight to 30 Rock from the airport so I can do makeup and shit before the taping.”

“Flight leaves at six, so we need to get there at what … four?” I was feeling tired already.

“Yeah, I think the Uber is supposed to get here at 3:15 or something like that,” he said. “It’s all on my phone.” He took a swig of his beer. “I hate early flights, but NBC wouldn’t spring for an extra night at the hotel. It was hard enough to get them to include Friday night.”

“They’re paying?” I asked. “I thought you said you booked the flight.”

“Oh, yeah, they pay for your hotel, transportation, all that shit when you do a talk show. They don’t pay you, because technically it’s free publicity for you. I’m paying for your plane ticket, but that’s it.”

“You didn’t have to do that, you know,” I said, playing with the label on my bottle of beer. I still felt weird having Dieter pay for things, even though he insisted it was no big deal. I knew he could afford it more than I could, but it still felt awkward.

“I wanted to show you New York, and this was a perfect opportunity to do it,” he said. “I know how you feel about me paying for stuff, so I thought doing it on someone else’s dime might make you less likely to turn me down.” He made a pensive face.

I sat my fork down and laid my hand on top of his. “Hey,” I said. “It’s not that I don’t appreciate everything, sweetheart. I do. I’m just not used to anyone spending money on me.”

He flipped his hand over and entwined his fingers with mine. “I know,” he said, rubbing his thumb against my palm. “I’m trying to not go overboard.” He smiled. “It’s just hard not to spoil you, babe.”

I rolled my eyes. No one had ever wanted to spoil me before and I certainly wasn’t expecting it from him. We finished our dinner in silence, playing with each other’s fingers. This was one of the things I liked best about our relationship. We didn’t always need to say anything to communicate with each other.

I washed the dishes while Dieter dumped the leftovers in the trash (no point in keeping them if we weren’t going to be back for several days) and took the trash and recycling out to the bins. When he came back inside, he had that look on his face.

“So,” he said, taking the dish towel out of my hand and tossing it on the counter. “Shall we pick up where we left off?” He spun me around so I was facing him, backed me against the counter and gave me a deep, passionate kiss. He tasted like Thai food and beer.

“We should probably go to bed early,” I said when he came up for air. “Early flight and all.”

He hummed in agreement, already busy nibbling on my neck. I pushed him away and steered him backward toward the bedroom. He bumped into the wall a couple of times, but we made it eventually.

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The next morning was all a blur. We got up at 2:30, stumbled our way to the Uber, yawned through the security lines at LAX and slumped into our seats on the plane. Dieter fell asleep almost immediately, but I can’t sleep in that sort of situation, so I only managed a fitful doze. When we landed, we were met by a team of bright young interns from NBC who grabbed our luggage and whisked it off of the hotel in one car while we were bundled into another one for the drive to Rockefeller Center.

Dieter and I were crammed in the back seat of a town car with an intern who was consulting two different phones at once. She rattled off the schedule for the evening before making a call and carrying on a conversation while texting several people on the other phone.

“Is it always like this?” I whispered. Dieter just shrugged and put his arm around my shoulder. I stared out the window at the city passing by as we drove along the expressway. He played with my hair as the intern tapped away at her phone, oblivious to us both.

The car pulled up in front of 30 Rock, the famous building that housed NBC Studios, the Rainbow Room, and other landmarks. I couldn’t help but stare up at the towering building as the intern ushered us inside. I was used to seeing skyscrapers now and then in L.A. but nothing this huge and imposing.

Suddenly, there was yet another intern at my elbow. “Hi, I’m Stephanie,” she said brightly. “Are you Mr. Bravo’s assistant?”

“She’s my girlfriend, Emily,” Dieter said. “Take care of her, okay?”

“Got it, Mr. Bravo,” she said. The other intern was already steering him away, chattering something about getting to makeup before she got killed.

“See you later, babe,” Dieter said, pressing a quick kiss to my cheek before he disappeared.

I must have looked a bit shell-shocked, because Stephanie patted my arm. “Karen’s a force of nature,” she said. “That girl thinks the world will stop turning if she lets off the gas even a smidge. Which is why she’ll probably be running the place in fifteen years.” She shrugged and consulted her clipboard. “Well, while they’re prepping your boyfriend for camera, would you like a quick tour of the studio? The show starts shooting at five, but they start letting the audience in at four, so we have a little time before then. I can show you the set and everything, let you pick out where you want to sit during the show. Unless you’d rather hang out in the Green Room with Mr. Bravo?”

“Oh, no, I’ve never been to a taping before, I’d like to be in the audience,” I told her. She looked me quickly up and down.

“Let’s swing by wardrobe, get you a scarf or something to brighten up your outfit,” she said. “The director likes to have some color in the audience.” I was wearing my favorite jumpsuit, which was not only cute but extremely comfortable, which was important during the flight. It was also black with thin white pin stripes, not exactly something that would pop on camera.

Stephanie led me into the depths of the studio, pointing out things right and left as we wended our way through the labyrinth. We stopped in the wardrobe department, where she talked someone into loaning me an adorable electric blue blazer that set off my jumpsuit perfectly. Then she walked me into the studio where The Tonight Show was shot.

Crew were bustling around, setting up cameras and lights and prepping the set, but Stephanie took me right up onto the stage. “So here’s where Jimmy sits,” she said, pointing out a chair behind the desk. “And the chairs where the guests sit.” She plopped down in one and patted the cushion beside her. “Come on, have a seat. This is the view Mr. Bravo will have when he’s on stage. So, where do you want to sit?” She pointed at an area of the audience. “You‘ll be in his line of sight if you sit in that section.”

“Oh, um, wherever you think would be good,” I said, a bit overwhelmed as I realized that in a short time Dieter was going to be sitting right here in this chair, being interviewed by Jimmy Fallon and looking into the audience to see me sitting among the hundreds of others, watching him. How did he do this all the time? Get up in front of strangers and risk looking like a fool? I got nervous just speaking in front of five or six coworkers that I’d known for years.

“Hey, Stephanie, you warming up the chairs?,” a stagehand said as he walked past. He had a headset on and a phone in his hand. How did these people keep track of all these conversations?

“Just showing Emily around,” she said. “Her boyfriend’s a guest; wanted to show her what his view will be.”

“Well, we need to do some lighting checks so you need to clear the set,” he said.

“Sure,” Stephanie said, jumping up. She gestured for me to follow her. “Have you had lunch yet?”

“Um, no,” I said. We’d had some pretzels on the plane but hadn’t had time to stop for anything after leaving the airport.

She walked me up into the seating area, stopping to slap a sticky note on an aisle seat two rows up from the front. “We’ll hit craft services so you can eat,” she said, “but this will save your seat for you.” We continued up to the top of the auditorium and out into a waiting area where a bunch of people were milling around. “These are the audience members,” she said off-handedly, steering me to the left. “They’ll let them in after they finish all the checks but we can take our time.”

We went through a door that Stephanie had to unlock with a key card and through two more doors and down a hallway to a long room lined on one side by tables covered with sandwiches, fruit, cookies, and other assorted food. “Take whatever you want,” she said, grabbing a bottle of water out of a bucket of ice at the end of the table.

I was surveying the spread, trying to decide what to choose, when I heard Stephanie say, “Hey, Jimmy.” I looked up and saw Jimmy Fallon grabbing a coffee and bagel off the table.

“Hey, Steph,” he said. “Who’s your friend?”

“Oh, this is Emily. She’s here with Dieter Bravo. Thought she should have something to eat before the show starts.”

Jimmy nodded and held out his hand. “Nice to meet you, Emily,” he said, shaking my hand. “Dieter’s still in makeup but he’ll be out in a minute. He said you came straight from the airport so I’m sure you’re starving.” He waved his hand at the food. “Take whatever you want, it comes out of Seth Meyers’ budget.”

Stephanie laughed, and so did I, even though I was searching my mind to remember who Seth Meyers was. I didn’t watch much late night television, since I had to get up so damn early for work.

“Hey,” Jimmy said, leaning toward me. “Got any embarrassing stories I can ask Dieter about? They gave me the standard, boring questions but it’s more fun if I can put a guest on the spot.”

I grabbed some strawberries off the table and popped one in my mouth to give me a chance to think. “Um, you could ask him about the scar on his butt,” I said. “Even if he won’t tell the story, it’ll get him flustered.”

Jimmy raised an eyebrow. “Oho, that sounds promising,” he said. He grabbed a napkin off the table and pulled a pen out of his jacket pocket, scribbled a note and shoved both back into this pocket just as Dieter came into the room.

“Oh, yeah, food,” he said as he came toward us. He did pause to give me a quick kiss but most of his focus was on the food. I followed him down the line of tables as we each filled a plate and then found seats on the other side of the room. People were running around, some eating, some carrying clipboards, others just running for no apparent reason. It was organized chaos.

“You coming backstage?” Dieter asked in between bites.

“No, Stephanie saved a seat for me in the audience,” I told him. “I’ve never seen a show taping, so I thought it would be interesting.”

He nodded. “I’ll look for you,” he said, winking at me. He popped the last bite of his food in his mouth. “They’re going to call for places soon,” he said. “I’ll see you after the show. Have fun.” He leaned over and kissed me before taking my empty plate and stacking it on top of his. He tossed them both in the trash as he headed back the way he’d come.

Stephanie reappeared at my side. “Let me get you settled in the audience,” she said. “We’re about twenty minutes from the monologue.” I was surprised at how quickly time had gone by. No wonder everyone was in such a hurry.

She led me back through several doors and back into the studio. The seats were all full except for a few that had large bright yellow “RESERVED” signs on them, including mine. Stephanie ripped the sign off my seat and waited until I was settled. “Okay,” she said. “I’ll meet you in the lobby after the show. Enjoy!”

Stephanie disappeared and I settled into my seat. I had an excellent view of the stage and she was right: I was going to be right in Dieter’s line of sight. An older couple was sitting in front of me and next to me on the right was a young woman who was practically bouncing in her seat. She was on her phone and I couldn’t help overhearing her side of the conversation.

“No, somebody took it,” she said with a dramatic sigh. “No, nobody important that I can tell. Some middle aged soccer mom type. Probably somebody’s mom or aunt or something. Yeah, I was hoping for the aisle seat, but I got as close as I could. I’m going to have such a great view! God, I hope he can see the audience from the stage. I wore purple because it’s his favorite color, he’d definitely see me if I was in that aisle seat.”

It wasn’t hard to figure out who she was talking about. She was in her twenties, wearing a low cut purple blouse and tight jeans. Her phone case had a picture of Dieter on it and her purse sported a Cliff Beasts themed tag.

“I am so glad you told me he was going to be on tonight,” she went on. “I had to spend seventy-five bucks to get a ticket off someone in line, but it will be so worth it! I mean, I’m about ready to hyperventilate already just knowing I’m in the same building he is!”

Just then my own phone dinged and I pulled it out of my purse.

DIETER: U should have come backstage they have skittles!!

Next came a photo of a giant bowl of Skittles. I stifled a laugh as I texted back.

ME: Don’t eat them all u will be bouncing off the walls all nite

DIETER: Too late The text was followed by a GIF of Tigger bouncing on his tail.

ME: U r crazy

DIETER: Yup. Gotta go I’m on deck, i go right after the monologue

ME: Break a leg

I slipped the phone back into my purse. If the girl next to me only knew who I was texting … The awkward high school girl in me wanted so badly to rub it in her face, especially after the “soccer mom” crack, but I knew it was petty and childish. So I kept my mouth shut.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please silence or turn off your phones and other electronic devices,” an announcer said. “Remember, photography and recording during the taping are strictly prohibited.” I dutifully powered off my phone, but the girl next to me simply tucked hers into her purse, keeping one hand inside the handbag. I had the feeling she was going to live Tweet the entire thing.

A few minutes later, the lights over the audience dimmed and a young man came out to warm up the audience. “Folks, Jimmy will be out in a few minutes to do his monologue, but first let’s get to know each other a bit better.” He started into a spiel, asking those who were from out of town to raise their hands, then those who were in New York for the first time. He walked up and down the aisles, asking questions here and there, making stupid jokes that made everyone groan.

Then, he bounded back down to the stage, consulted with someone who I assumed was the director (she had a huge headset on, three clipboards and an iPad). He nodded, the director lifted on hand, did a countdown, then pointed at The Roots who began to play the theme song. The announcer came back on. “Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to The Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon!”

The “Applause” sign came on and then Jimmy was walking on stage. He looked taller than he had backstage, but maybe that was because instead of scrounging for a bagel, now he was standing in a spotlight, delivering a witty monologue. When the monologue was over, he said, “We’re going to take a quick break, but when we come back, help me welcome our first guest, Oscar winner Dieter Bravo!”

The girl next to me practically screamed right in my ear and I winced. The director made a signal with her hand and the spotlight went out, Jimmy seemed to shrink back to normal size and the red lights on the cameras went off. “We’re out,” the director said. “Two minutes.”

“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God,” the girl next to me was muttering. Her leg was bouncing so hard I was afraid she was going to work her seat loose from the bolts holding it to the floor.

“Back in thirty,” said a stage manager. The girl started wringing her hands and she was breathing so erratically I was afraid she was going to pass out.

“Ten.” Were those actual tears in her eyes?

“Five, four, three, two, one ….” The director pointed at Jimmy, who was now seated behind his desk, the lights went back up and the camera lights glowed red.

“Welcome back!,” Jimmy said. “And now, let’s welcome our first guest. He won a Best Supporting Actor Oscar for Illusions and is currently co-starring in the hit film Time for a Change … give it up for Dieter Bravo!”

The curtains parted and Dieter walked out, waving to the audience, a huge smile on his face. The girl beside me was screaming, “I love you, Dieter!,” and it made my ears ring. I clapped politely.

He scanned the crowd as he walked toward Jimmy’s desk and I knew the moment he spotted me; his eyes lit up and he gave me a quick wink. “Oh my God,” the girl beside me said to no one. “He winked at me!”

I rolled my eyes but held my tongue. Dieter shook hands with Jimmy, turned to face the audience again, waved one last time, then sat down. As the applause died down, Jimmy tapped his stack of cue cards against the top of the desk.

“So, Dieter, it’s great to see you again,” he said. “I think the last time was, what, when you were in ‘Cliff Beasts 6’?”

“Yes, that seems like a lifetime ago,” Dieter said with a laugh. “Kind of was, actually.”

“Things really have changed a lot for you the last couple of years,” Jimmy said. “But this isn’t an Oprah interview, so don’t worry, I won’t ask any hard questions. Maybe.” There was laughter from the audience. The girl next to me was perched on the edge of her seat, hands clasped in front of her so tightly her knuckles were turning white.

Jimmy and Dieter chatted a bit about the film. It was standard stuff, nothing he hadn’t already said ten times before, but somehow Dieter made the same old anecdotes and platitudes sound fresh.

Then Jimmy flicked his eyes up into the audience and I swear he looked right at me before smiling quietly. “And acting’s dangerous, too,” he said. “You don’t do a lot of action films but there are sometimes stunts involved. I think you got a scar on your elbow from a scene in Nightshade?”

”Yeah,” Dieter said. “The set had some exposed screws and nails on this one part and I accidentally fell against it. Cut me pretty bad. I had to get stitches.” He grimaced.

“But that’s not your only scar,” Jimmy said. “I heard you got another scar, more recently? In a more intimate location? Can you tell us about that?”

Dieter closed his eyes and I knew he was cursing me inwardly. He opened his eyes, gave me an “I’m going to kill you later” look and turned to Jimmy. “Yes, I do have another scar, but there’s two ways I can tell the story. One way embarrasses me, and the other embarrasses someone else, who I suspect is the person who told you to ask me about it. So … do I throw her under the bus, or do I throw myself under the bus?” He grinned wickedly and glanced up at me. I just smiled at him. It was up to him how he wanted to tell the story and whichever way he chose, I was fine with it.

“Oh, I don’t think you can throw her under the bus,” Jimmy said. “Believe me, never embarrass your significant other in public, or you’ll pay for it for years. My wife still brings up the time on our third date when I … well, I’d better not say anything else or she’ll lock me out of the house. Again.” Everyone laughed.

Dieter sighed and sat forward, his elbows on his knees, his hands clasped in front of him. “Okay,” he said. “Here’s the story. The one that makes me look like an idiot. So … I was at my girlfriend’s house. It’s the middle of the night, we’re sound asleep, and the smoke alarm started peeping. Not going off like there’s a fire, just that annoying little ‘peep’ that means the battery’s low. And we wake up and I’m like, ‘What’s going on?,’ and she says, ‘It’s the smoke alarm, it needs a new battery.’”

“It always happens in the middle of the night, doesn’t it?” Jimmy asked. “What’s up with that?”

“Right?” Dieter said. “So, she says ‘I’ve got to get the step stool so we can reach it,’ and I, trying to impress her with my handyman skills and supreme manliness, reason , ‘Oh, no, I can just stand on the bed and reach it.’ So I get a battery out of the drawer and I stand up on the bed and unscrew the cover … feeling pretty proud of myself. And then I stepped back just a bit, my foot slipped off the edge of the mattress and I fell off the bed.” Everyone gasped. “Knocked over the night stand, which broke the lamp … and then I landed on the lamp. The broken lamp.”

Jimmy grimaced. “Oh, man.”

“Yeah,” Dieter said. “Landed on my ass right on top of a huge shard of glass from the lamp. Naked. Bleeding all over the floor. She’s freaking out, I’m freaking out —- because it hurt like hell — we rush to the emergency room at like one o’clock in the morning and I end up getting nine stitches.”

Jimmy was dying laughing by this point, laying across his desk. “Oh, man,” he said again. “That … that is … I mean, I know it isn’t funny, you got hurt, but …” He dissolved into laughter again.

Dieter laughed ruefully. “Yeah, at the time we were pretty traumatized, but now it’s pretty funny. I mean, no one wants to show up in the ER and have to tell the doctor that they’ve been stabbed in the ass … by a lamp.”

Everyone was laughing by this time, including me, and Jimmy had tears running down his face. “Oh, oh,” he gasped. “You have got to thank your girlfriend for telling me to ask you about this. This is hilarious.”

“Oh, I will,” Dieter said. “Trust me, we’ll be talking about this tonight.”

Jimmy recovered his composure long enough to say, “We need to take another break, but just you wait … next up, Broadway’s newest Aaron Burr …” I was distracted by the girl next to me frantically tapping away on her phone, which was hidden in her lap under her purse. She was typing so hard she bumped me with her elbow.

“Oh, sorry,” she whispered. When I glanced over I saw part of her text: OMG that image him naked on the floor, so hawt, I’m gonna die

I shook my head. “And we’re out,” the director said. “Two minutes, folks.” I looked back up and Jimmy and Dieter were chatting about something, leaning across the desk to hear each other over the murmur of the audience. Then they both looked up at the same time, caught my eye and busted up laughing. I pointed at them and shook my head.

“Thirty seconds,” the call came and I realized the girl next to me had seen me pointing at the stage.

“You know Jimmy Fallon?,” she asked, her eyes narrowing. I could see the wheels turning in her head. Just how much had I heard of her description of me, and if I knew Jimmy, could I introduce her to Dieter?

“Not really,” I said. “Just met him today.”

“Then you know …?,” the light was dawning in her eyes.

“Ten seconds!”

“Shh, we’re almost back,” I said, turning my attention back to the stage.

“Five, four, three, two, one ….”

The lights went back up, Jimmy snapped back into host mode and was introducing the next guest, an up and coming young man who had recently taken over the role of Aaron Burr in ‘Hamilton’. He walked out, shook hands with Jimmy, and then with Dieter, who moved over one seat.

I did my best to pay attention to the interview (which was extremely interesting), ignoring the girl next to me who was alternately staring at me, typing furiously on her phone and watching Dieter. Every time he flicked his eyes in my direction, she tensed up. It was extremely petty of me to enjoy it so much, but I didn’t care.

At the next break, she turned to me, all bright eyed and smiling. “So, how do you know Dieter?”

As if you haven’t already figured it out, I thought. “He fell off my bed,” I said simply, then turned my attention back to the stage. She didn’t try to talk to me again until the show was over.

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The girl followed me into the lobby. I tried my best to ignore her and was relieved to see Stephanie waiting for me. “Come on, Emily,” she said.

“Oh, do you work here?,” the girl said, butting in. Stephanie gave her an irritated look and nodded. “Will there be a meet and greet with the guests? A stage door or something?”

“No,” Stephanie said. “I’m afraid not.” She turned away and ushered me toward the locked door we’d passed through before. “Let me guess, fan girl?,” she said as soon as we were far enough away for the girl not to overhear.

“Yes,” I said. “I thought she was going to have an aneurysm when he walked on stage.”

Stephanie snorted. “You should have been here when we had the Backstreet Boys a couple of months ago,” she said, unlocking the door. “A bunch of middle aged fan girls acting like teenagers … it was insane.” We wended our way through the backstage area again, this time going past the room where the craft services tables were laid out and through another door. “Welcome to the Green Room,” Stephanie said.

It was not green, instead a hodgepodge of browns and tans, with a scattering of comfortable chairs and couches. The table in the middle of the room held a tray of fruit and that giant bowl of Skittles that Dieter had sent me a picture of. “You can hang out here and Mr. Bravo will be out in a few minutes,” Stephanie said. “I’ll take your blazer back to wardrobe.” I handed it to her and she disappeared through another door. I sat down on the couch, grabbing a handful of Skittles.

“Ha, I knew you couldn’t resist them.” Dieter came into the room. He’d undone another button on his shirt and already mussed up his hair. He grabbed a handful himself and plopped down next to me.

“Sorry for telling Jimmy about the scar,” I said, bumping my shoulder against his.

He shrugged. “It made for a good interview,” he said. “Better than the boring questions his staff gave him, that’s for sure.” He chuckled. “QuestLove said when I write my memoirs the title should be ‘Stabbed in the Ass By A Lamp: The Dieter Bravo Story.’”

Karen popped through yet another door. “Your car is ready, Mr. Bravo,” she said abruptly. We knew it was best not to keep her waiting.

As we settled into the back of the town car (alone this time, thank goodness), Dieter let out a huge sigh. “I don’t know about you, but I’m beat,” he said. He glanced at his watch. It was almost seven. “Let’s just eat at the hotel and make it an early night, what do you say?”

“Sounds fine by me,” I said. We’d been up since 2:30 and even though we’d gained three hours and my biological clock thought it was only going on four, I was still running on fumes.

The Benjamin wasn’t far from Rockefeller Center. Our car pulled up in front of the entrance, which was presided over by a magnificent carved owl. Everything was done in tasteful, calming browns and cream. We stopped by the desk to pick up our keys (the interns who had taken charge of our luggage had already checked us in) and rode the elevator up to our room. It wasn’t large but Dieter had warned me that rooms in New York were never big. “Real estate is precious in the city, especially in Manhattan,” he’d told me.

We ordered room service, deciding to split the Steak Frites and a Caesar salad. While we waited for the food, I unpacked our bags and explored the amenities in the bathroom, which included the fluffiest bathrobes I’d ever seen in my life. We ate dinner, then took turns in the shower. By eight thirty, we were both wrapped in our bathrobes, lounging on the queen sized bed, flipping through the channels on the television.

“Want to stay up and watch the show?” Dieter asked as he settled on a channel that was showing Raiders of the Lost Ark. We’d both seen the movie a million times but it was a classic and we didn’t have to pay close attention to it, so it was perfect for a lazy night.

“Sure,” I said. “Not like we’re going to do anything more exciting tonight.” I had rummaged in the minibar and was laying out a bounty of macadamia nuts, Toblerone bars, and tiny bottles of Chardonnay.

“Hey,” he said.

I laughed. “I mean, we aren’t going out or anything. Although I have the feeling we’ll be lucky to stay awake long enough,” I said, stifling a yawn. It really had been a long day.

We snuggled up on the bed, munching on our impromptu dessert and watching Indy’s exploits. During the commercials, I told him about the fan girl who’d been sitting beside me and I thought he was going to fall off the bed laughing when I told him my answer to her question of how I knew him.

“Oh, sweetheart” he said. “You are so snarky sometimes.” He kissed my forehead. “I love it.”

When the movie was over, we watched a PBS travel program about trains in Scandinavia before switching over to the news at eleven. I could barely keep my eyes open by the time The Tonight Show came on, and after Dieter’s segment, I gave up completely. I took off my glasses, laid them on the nightstand and slipped out of my robe and under the covers. A few minutes later, Dieter followed suit, clicking the television off and then the lamp. “Good night, baby,” he mumbled as he slid his arms around me.

“Good night,” I said, nuzzling against his chest. I always fell asleep quickly when I was in his arms. That night was no exception.

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peachy-hwa · 2 years

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It's Your Birthday (Make a Wish)

ANOTHER CHANGBIN FIC WOOOOOOOO.

And it is yet again for Oz because it's his BIRTHDAY!

This fic is Changbin x Trans male reader! They have sex for the first time!! It's birthday sex ;)

This fic uses terms typically used to describe afab anatomy so just know that going in!!

Warnings: trans reader, unprotected sex, oral sex, light dirty talk, consent conversations, reader is insecure about having sex so they talk about it

Smut under the cut <3

It was getting to be close to your birthday, and you couldn’t be more excited. This was going to be the first birthday that you celebrated with your lovely boyfriend Changbin, and it was already feeling like a dream. You knew that he was planning something, you had caught him quickly changing tabs on his computer a couple of times, and even kindly suggesting that you leave the evening of your birthday free so that you can spend time with him to do... something. You couldn’t wait to see what he had planned, he was the most attentive person you had ever been with and it was wonderful. All you had to do was distantly think about being sad and he would show up with flowers and a suggestion to watch one of your favorite movies and cuddle.

But unfortunately, that attentiveness had been a little bit of a problem for you lately. See the issue was, Changbin was hot. Like. Unbelievably, stupidly, cum in your pants just thinking about it hot. The being hot itself wasn’t really the problem. The real problem was that you were painfully horny all the time as a result of the hotness. And you couldn’t do anything about it.

You could jerk off, sure, and you had definitely done a lot of that lately, but there’s only so much a vibrator could do when you were constantly faced with a shirtless Changbin. So, maybe it was finally time to bite the bullet and talk to him about actually doing something beyond makeout sessions that you stopped before things could get too hot and heavy. The only thing keeping you from having sex with him literally all day every day was that you were trans, and the two of you hadn’t really had a conversation about it yet. You had talked about being trans of course, and he knew that you had gotten top surgery a couple of years back, but the two of you had never really broached the subject of sex, or what kind of equipment you had down there. You knew he was lovely and accepting of you and thought you were hot and gorgeous and handsome regardless, but a big part of you had always been worried that he would just be turned off by the fact that you didn’t have a dick. And that part had always won out, hence the pent-up horny frustration. But maybe it was time to change that.

The morning of your birthday finally arrived and found you waking up to Changbin bringing you breakfast in bed. He was so wonderful it was crazy. You spent the rest of the day out with some friends, coming back home just in time for the two of you to head out to the sushi restaurant that you loved so much. After a lovely dinner, the two of you decide to go on a walk before heading home for the night, and this feels like the right moment if there ever was one. As the two of you walked along a cute little path near the apartment you shared, you gently reached out and grabbed his hand. You needed the support for the conversation you were about to have.

“So… Changbin..” you started.

“Yeah?” He turned towards you as the two of you walked, awaiting the rest of your sentence.

“Ireallywanttohavesexwithyoubutimnervousyouwontbeintoitbecuaseidonthaveadickhahamaybeicouldjustblowyouyoudonthavetotouchmeatallactuallyifyoudontwantto” All of your words spilled out in a jumbled rush, and it made your cheeks get warm. You really weren’t normally this much of a mess.

Thankfully, he had been able to understand you.

“y/n, of course, I want to have sex with you, I would be into you even if you had a giant pumpkin down there. Seriously, you’re so hot to me no matter what.” He replied softly, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb soothingly. “If you’re not comfortable with me seeing you like that though there are a lot of things we can do that are a little more than we’ve been doing but would hopefully make you feel comfier?” He continued.

“No no, I really am comfortable doing pretty much anything with you, I just worried because we hadn’t really talked about it…” You trailed off.

“I hadn’t brought it up only because I didn’t want to make you talk about something you didn’t want to discuss, but I can promise you that I am. So very much into you and want to do however much you want to do.” He smiled as he said this, and you felt heat start to twist in your gut at just the vague suggestion of him really wanting you, maybe as much as you wanted him.

“Ah… this is so exciting I’m not even gonna lie I think about having sex with you like. Constantly these days.” Now that you had overcome the hurdle of starting the conversation, your desire was starting to spill out. You really did want him so bad.

“I know we just talked about this, but if you wanted, we could do something tonight…” He trailed off, looking a little nervous. Like you would ever turn that offer down.

“Aww, Binnie wants to fuck me as a birthday present!” You laugh loudly, and start heading back to your apartment, practically pulling him after you.

“Eager?” He teases, and you respond by playfully hitting his arm. Obviously yes, but you didn’t need it said out loud.

When the two of you made it back to the apartment, he had barely shut the door before you were on him, pushing him back against the wall and kissing him hard. He seemed a little surprised but went along with it, wrapping his arms around your neck as you pressed closer to him, wanting to have as much of your body touch his as physically possible. You pull away from the kiss to start kissing down his neck, smiling as you felt his breathing quicken and his hips twitch slightly. This is about the point in your makeout sessions that you would stop and gently pull away, but not this time. This time, you answer the twitching of his hips by grinding into him, and he let out a gasp and continued to move his hips against yours. After several more minutes of this, he was gently moving you backward, mumbling out a “Baby can we go to the bedroom please,” and at your answering nod, he grabbed your hand and very nearly ran to the room the two of you shared.

Once in the room, he waited for you to sit on the bed and then gently lowered himself into your lap. You felt your cheeks grow warm at the sight of his very visible bulge and leaned in to begin kissing him again as soon as he was settled on top of you. Almost immediately he pulled away to start kissing down your neck and gently unbuttoning your shirt. You tipped your head back, breathing heavily and resisting the urge to moan at the feeling of his lips on your skin. Once he had undone all of the buttons, he leaned back to just. Look at you. If you hadn’t been blushing before you certainly would be now.

“You look so good like this, fuck,” He mumbled and leaned back in to continue kissing at your neck, occasionally biting gently and sending shivers down your spine.

You began to gently stroke his thighs, bringing your hands closer and closer to his bulge with each movement. His hips were twitching, trying unconsciously to get your hands to where he wanted them the most. Eventually, you gave in, rubbing against his clothed cock and feeling warmth zing through you at the groan he let out in response.

“Can you get naked, please? I want to see you,” You asked, voice coming out breathless.

He let out a chuckle and stood up to begin undressing.

You had seen him shirtless countless times before, but you felt your breath catch in your throat as you watched him pull his shirt off, and then reach to unbutton his pants. At the sight of his dick tenting his underwear, you swore your mouth literally started watering. He slowly pulled those down as well, and then there he was, fully naked and standing in front of you.

“How on earth are you so hot this is so unfair!” You whined.

He laughed softly and moved to sit on the bed. You wasted no time getting up, walking over to him, and kneeling between his legs.

You watched his face grow red looking at you there, the look in his eyes almost disbelieving.

“Changbin, darling, love of my life, can I pretty please suck your dick?”

He blushed even more at that.

“Y-yeah. Of course, you can.”

That was all the encouragement you needed. You began to softly kiss his upper thighs because. Seriously. His thighs. His hips twitched up at the feeling, and his dick bobbed slightly, and you were so over teasing him. You just wanted him in your mouth.

Slowly you licked him from base to tip, memorizing the taste of him, before taking the tip in your mouth and sucking on it gently. He let out a whine at this, and it was the prettiest sound you had ever heard. You slowly started to take more of him in your mouth, obsessed with how nice it felt to have your mouth full. Eventually, you had taken all of him, and your nose was pressed to his pelvis as you swallowed around him.

He brought a hand down to run it through your hair gently, clearly having to keep himself from moving so as not to mess up your rhythm as you started to move. Every time you took his whole cock in your mouth, he groaned, getting more and more worked up by the second. You brought a hand up to massage his balls gently, and he moaned even louder than before. You let out an answering moan in response, and something about the vibrations around his dick finally got him to start talking.

“Fuck baby, that feels so good, how are you so good at this, ah, fuck-” He cut himself off by moaning again, tipping his head back and twitching his hips up slightly.

“I’m not gonna last, I’m gonna cum, can I cum on your face, please baby-”

And who were you to deny him? You pulled off of his cock, angling it at your face and stroking him fast. Within moments he was letting out a long groan of your name and cuming on you, some of it landing on your lips, which you immediately licked. You were definitely addicted to the taste of him, no matter how weird that was.

You kept stroking him through the aftershocks until he actually moved your hand away, and pulled you up into his lap. He helped you wipe off the rest of his release with a tissue and then pulled you in for a kiss, bringing his hands down to your hips, urging you to grind against his thigh. In all the wonder of seeing him cum you had honestly forgotten your own arousal, but it was coming back to you full force now. You whined softly at the friction, and he pulled away from the kiss.

“Baby, are you ok with me returning the favor and eating you out?” He asked softly, running his hand along your inner thigh as he spoke.

“Yes, yes of course, oh my god.”

You moved off of his lap to lay on the bed, pulling off your pants and underwear.

For a moment he just sat there staring at you, and you felt your heartbeat get faster, still a little bit nervous about what he would think.

“You’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen what the fuck.” He sounded legitimately mad about how hot you were, which made you smile softly, filled with relief as he settled between your legs.

At the first touch of his tongue, you let out a gasp, arching off the bed a little bit. You really were not going to last long with how sensitive you already were. He continued to lick softly at your clit, running his hands along your inner thighs as he did so. You reached down to tangle your fingers in his hair, urging him to keep going.

He moved lower, literally fucking you with his tongue, and you let out a loud moan in response, your brain-to-mouth filter officially completely gone.

“Changbin, fuck, someday I want you to fuck me like, for real, wanna feel you inside, you feel so good like this, oh my god, if you keep doing that I’m going to cum, ah-”

Changbin was licking from your hole to your clit and it was heavenly, you had been serious when you had said you were going to cum. You felt it building inside you, your whole body going tense as you prepared for what was about to be a mind-blowing orgasm.

“I’m gonna cum, fuck, don’t stop don’t stop-”

You cut yourself off with a loud moan, cumming hard on his tongue. He licked you through the aftershocks, your legs trembling around him until he pulled back and looked into your eyes.

You lay all the way down and sighed, closing your eyes and mumbling, “Happy birthday to me wow.’

He laughed, and cuddled into your side, grabbing a blanket and pulling it over the two of you. You curled up against him, burrowing in even closer as he wrapped his arms around you.

“Seriously how are you so handsome and how have we gone so long not doing this.” He remarked, slowly running a hand through your hair.

“I don’t know but you better believe we will be doing this all the time now.” You replied.

“Oh of course. I’m insatiable now that I’ve had a taste.” He gave you a sleazy wink as he said it, prompting you to hit him gently on the shoulder and giggle.

“What do you say we go out to the living room and eat ice cream and watch a movie now?” He questioned, looking into your eyes with so much love that you almost couldn’t stand it.

“That sounds like the best idea you’ve ever had.”

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Frozen 3 and 4 in the works!! (This is not a drill!)

Cover created by me

That's right Frozen IV (4) is happening people! Jennifer Lee and Bob Iger visited the new World of Frozen in Hong Kong's Disneyland and Iger made this announcement:

“Well, I'll give you a little surprise there, Michael. 'Frozen 3' is in the works and there might be a 'Frozen 4' in the works too... But I don't have much to say about those films right now. But Jenn Lee, who created 'Frozen,' the original 'Frozen' and 'Frozen II,' is hard at work with her team at Disney Animation on not one but actually two stories.”

Songwriters:

Kristen Anderson-Lopez also shared a tweet (or an X) indirectly confirming the husband - wife duo as the songwriters for the fourth installment too - more hit songs to come!!

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Returning cast/ characters:

Kristen Bell re-posted an article and video of the Frozen 4 announcement and Idina's indirect confirmation on her Instagram story, indirectly confirming her voice of Anna again.

Idina Menzel did the same but as a post, confirming her return as Elsa:

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Josh Gad re-posted Idina's post on his story with “👀” which means he's back as the lovable Olaf.

Jonathan Groff's confirmation isn't out yet as far as I know or have seen but I'm assuming he's on board too.

As for Santino Fontana aka Hans, I think now he has a very high chance of returning. There's no way they are expanding the franchise without him, ignoring some of the Hans fandom's plea and that with redemption too. But while we wait for confirmation on the entire cast (which might be a while away), we'll just keep hoping for Santino to give us hints. I know he's staying quiet on purpose.

Santino Fontana we got our eyes on you 👀

Release date:

No confirmed release dates are announced for 3 or 4 yet but in some files there are two release date slots for the middle of 2024 and one on 26 November 2025. I don't think Frozen 3 will be out next year because I'm sure we would have gotten some more Info on it by now and most importantly I think Zootopia 2 is coming out in November 2024. Som that leaves Frozen to have its regular date on 26 November in 2025.

As for leaks of the first looks, the earliest leak we got for frozen 2 was in December 2018 so my eyes are peeled in a year's time.

What this all means:

Frozen 4 may seem frustrating for some for the reason that Disney's just calling for more money and they might not take care of the story and cheering us fans but though it looks like that, it may not be entirely true. Jen Lee has said earlier that she's very excited about the idea for Frozen 3 that she was given to by Marc Smith, an animator in WDAS, though the director is unknown as of yet. She's expressed a lot of excitement about it which I have quoted in this post linked. And what's different about it is that we all know how production for Frozen and Frozen 2 went. Frozen had a last minute plot and character change and Frozen 2 had songs and plot changes too as we can see in the documentary on Disney plus. But this time it seems that everything is going smoothly and really really well. That's what gives me hope about the future of Frozen. And yeah I know some of you aren't too fond of Jennifer Lee and though she's managing the projects that doesn't mean she's going to be directing it. She's like the producer. Some one else will be directing it which is yet to be announced. After all Jennifer will be there in the team as she's the one who made Frozen in the first place. She knows the characters well so it's given she'd be looking over the movies' production.

I'm sure some of you are familiar with the news of the fourth installment and saw it coming when a few weeks back Jennifer also shared in an interview that she had found a new strategy upon making more Frozen films. Her strategy was that if they feel there's more to tell for the story or maybe if we the fans feel it then they'll work on making another movie. But none of us were expecting it to be announced so soon.

Based on this announcement I believe that Frozen 4 is a second part to Frozen 3 in the same way we had Avengers 3 and 4 and Fast and Furious X and 11 and into and across the spider-verse and other movies doing the same. If it's in parts it means the story, the events going down are big making Frozen 3 end in a cliffhanger. They are probably in the process of writing it or early production and they realised that this story needs two parts because the story is of a big event. This new film strategy really works in some of these movies so I'm hoping for the same for Disney. Either way, I'm glad they're expanding the well deserved franchise and realising its true potential. Frozen is the first animated trilogy to be produced by WDAS and then the first to become a quadrilogy to be a Disney Animation movie. Movies like Avengers and Toy Story are from Marvel and Pixar despite Disney owning them or some of their movies but Frozen will be a full on Disney franchise to become a quadrilogy. Frozen just making history 😌

Conclusion:

I'm scared and excited, as we all are but all we can and should do is stay positive and hope for the best. I personally believe Frozen 3 and 4 will be great given the positivity coming from Jen Lee and Bob Iger. I believe in Frozen's potential and in sure Disney does too hence the two new movies announced. But if I can't convince you to believe this is a very good thing for the franchise then maybe Isaac Carlson, who explains Disney theories and opinions on YouTube can. He explains it well and highly recommend you go watch and listen to his video. He originally didn't like the way Frozen 2 went as I did but upon seeing and hearing different perspectives of it he and I too gained a new way to see Frozen 2. Isaac also wanted more films after Frozen 2 time the ending and I think now that Disney is doing just that I think we could be feeling a whole lot better than where Frozen 2 left off at. Trust me Frozen 2 ending haters need to see his video. I'll explain more about the way I see it all in an upcoming Frozen 1, 2 and the shorts breakdown which I'll pin as soon as I post it.

#frozen 3 #disney #frozen #frozen 4 #disney frozen #bob iger #jennifer lee #this is not a drill i repeat NOT A DRILL #im so excited #more frozen more happy mee #hans #frozen 2 #redeem hans #Kristoff #sven #olaf #elsa #anna

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amenders93 · 6 months

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3 Weeks till Chicken Run 2!!!!

No relationship is perfect; we all know that. Not even in the movies or on TV shows either. We've all seen it happen and we've all been there too. Every relationship can have a little bit of a setback that can put the whole thing into perspective. For example, you may think you know someone well but then you discover something about them that you never expected and it makes you rethink everything you thought you ever knew about them or maybe even how you feel about them. For this week's post, we are going to review the times that Rocky and Ginger were apart. This all happens the next morning after their rooftop moment when Rocky tries to tell Ginger the secret he's been hiding from everyone including her but unfortunately, he just can't get the words out. That's because Rocky is realizing he's fallen in love with Ginger and he knows how much his contribution means to her. He doesn't want to hurt her so he's forced to make the biggest, toughest decision he's ever had. But could it also be the biggest mistake he's every made? And what about Ginger? She's falling in love with Rocky; how will this affect her too?

Let's pick up the next morning when Ginger is energetically hanging up Rocky's poster outside of hut 17 with all the chickens surrounding her. They were all excited to finally see their charming last hope demonstrate his flying technique. Today is the day they're going to fly, up and away from their horrible prison after so long. Ginger is excited to see the rooster she's falling for in action; she tells the others to start warming up and that she'll get Rocky. When she reached Fowler's hut, she knocked on the door and opens it, expecting to see Rocky's charming smile and his handsome face. But to her shocked surprise, the room is empty; Rocky is gone. Ginger's heart dropped to her feet.

Looking around the room, her eyes lit upon the torn piece of paper on the bed. It was the same paper that Rocky held in his hands the night before. Sitting on top of the paper was the medal that Fowler had given to Rocky. He left it behind because he felt that he didn't really deserve it. Ginger sadly walks over to the bed, picks up the medal and looks at it, wondering where Rocky was and why he had left. Then she notices the paper; maybe it holds an answer to the questions gnawing at her mind. Oh boy; here comes the big reveal 😳. Ginger picks up the paper, slowly unfolds it and stares at it in disbelief. She has just gotten the biggest shock of her life!

We now find Ginger walking back to where the hens were waiting. As she walks by them, all their smiles dropped and part ways to let Ginger by them. They could tell she was upset with her sad, wide eyes looking only forward, towards the poster of Rocky flying. With her shoulders hunched and dragging her feet, she raised the bottom half of the poster, matching it to the top half that was hanging up. It was the bottom half of the poster that she had found on the bed. And on it was a picture of a cannon - the cannon out of which Rocky had been fired. There was a lightning flash and a thunderclap, illuminating the shocking reveal. Then, as the rain began to fall, they start to lose hope again, even more so than before.

Ginger was starting to feel the same thing, for the first time ever. Lifeless and speechless, she stared at the poster, tears filling her eyes and her beak quivering. She finally knew the truth; the big secret that Rocky had been trying to tell her last night at the dance party and later on the rooftop. Rocky couldn't fly after all; he was part of a chicken cannonball circus act. Ginger feels utter betrayal and is frustrated at him for being a traitor, but she's also frustrated at herself for not finding out sooner and being blinded by his charms just like everyone else. She loses all hope and wants to forget about Rocky entirely. We don't see it happen but I bet you that as the rain falls, Ginger's tears are falling down her cheeks showing just how sad and angry she is about Rocky right now. Sad about him leaving and angry at him for lying to her 🥺.

At that same moment, Rocky is standing on the crest of a hill on the road outside the farm, looking back at it. Guilt was not a feeling that he was used to having, but he was sure having it now, even more than last night. Even though he has fallen in love with Ginger, he knew how much his contribution meant to her and therefore makes the tough decision to leave the farm immediately without her knowledge in order to avoid confronting her and hurting her feelings after calling her out on her brutal honesty. I mean, can you blame him? Rocky was in a lose-lose situation so either way he was going to lose something. If he told Ginger the truth, he'd lose her. But if he didn't tell her, he'd have his dream girl but he'd lose his self respect. I know it was wrong of him to leave without talking to Ginger, but he had sacrificed his love for her by doing so, even if it meant that he would never be truly happy again 🥺. Rocky reminds himself that he was trying to do what he thought was the right thing and just hangs his head in shame and continues to walk down the long stretch of road - alone.

Meanwhile back on the farm, Ginger is sitting on the ramp onto hut 17 and staring at the ground, totally depressed. The other chickens were still huddled around the poster too shocked, stunned and dumbfounded to move. They all turn to Ginger for a new plan but Ginger, with her hopes dashed, breaks the bad news to the hens. Their only way out of the farm now is smothered in vegetables, marinated in gravy and wrapped in pastry. Actually the pastry part was Ginger's saying but I added the vegetables and gravy parts 😉. Without Ginger's dreams to guide them, the hens begin to squabble which turns into an all-out mud fight. When Fowler steps in to break it up, he gets in on the fight too when Bunty challenges him after she flings his precious medal into the mud.

Ginger, meanwhile, isn't slinging mud. Instead, in the middle of the chaos, she was having a thoughtful moment. She sees the medal in the mud, picks it up and stares at it, remembering about how Fowler always talks about his days in the RAF. Ginger silences the fighting and asks Fowler what the RAF is, with the old rooster explaining that the RAF stands for the Royal Air Force. When she also asks him what "the old crate" he also keeps talking about is, Fowler takes her and the others into his hut where he pulls out a photograph out of his footlocker and shows it to Ginger. The photo was of a WW2 Royal Air Force bomber airplane. As Fowler once again launches into one of his long-winded explanations, Ginger wasn't really paying attention - because she was once again coming up with another idea. She tells the chickens that they're still going to fly out; they're going to build an airplane just like the one Fowler used to fly.

With no time to lose, the chickens all get organized with everyone lends a hand. Mac will handle the engineering, Babs will handle the manufacturing, Fowler as the chief aviation advisor and Bunty providing the eggs to give to Nick and Fetcher for gathering the tools and supplies they need to build the crate. That entire day, while the chickens built the crate, Mr. Tweedy is in the barn trying to fix the pie machine. There was one close call when they thought the machine was fixed but all it did was squirt out hot gravy at Mrs. Tweedy, ending up with her painfully kicking her husband. Even though they still had more time, Ginger wasn't taking any chances. She walks among her troops and encourages them to keep going with their tasks, feeling proud of the amazing enterprise they had pulled together out of nothing.

But then when Ginger compliments Babs on her progress, Babs calls back, "No problem, doll face". Ginger walks out of the hut, her smile faded away. What Babs said had suddenly hit her: she actually missed that big dope calling her doll face. Ginger is realizing that even though she wanted to forget all about Rocky, she couldn't help but miss him. She missed hearing his voice, seeing his handsome face, and just being with him entirely. She looks at his circus poster still clinging to the wall, wondering where he had gone. At least we now know how Ginger really feels about Rocky. Even though she was mad at him, she still loved him with all her heart. If only he were here with her ❤️.

Meanwhile at that moment, Rocky was out in the world, riding along on a tricycle. A radio was strapped on the back and it was playing his favorite song "The Wanderer" by Dion. He is singing along with it as he pedals down the road. Pretty soon, he stumbles upon a large billboard. A moment later, he stops the tricycle, pedals backward and stopped in front of it. Our dashing rooster looks up at the billboard. It read "Mrs. Tweedy's Chicken Pies" and showed Mrs. Tweedy all made up to look very charming in her gingham apron. But yet only those who truly knew her would notice that sinister something lurking behind her little smile.

This advertisement starts to remind him of the hens once again, especially Ginger. It also reminds him of how much he cared about the chickens back on the farm, how much Ginger's dream of freedom for her and her friends really meant to her, and most of all, how much he really did love that determined and spunky hen. Rocky is now beginning to question his decision to leave Ginger, Fowler and the other hens in their time of need. He starts to feel absolute shame in himself. How could he leave when he was their best hope? His empathy for the chickens begins to grow even more. Rocky is now making another big decision; one that will surely change everything. I just hope this new big decision is better than his first one 😒.

During the time they have spent apart, Rocky and Ginger had plenty of time to think about how much they truly meant to each other. With Ginger, when she discovered Rocky's terrible secret, she first felt heartbroken that he was gone, but then she felt betrayed and frustrated that she allowed herself to be blinded by his charms and not finding out the truth sooner. She lost all hope and wanted to forget about Rocky entirely. This was easier said than done because she gets reminded of him again in the midst of everyone building the escape plane, with Babs uttering in response to her, "No problem, doll face", just like Rocky used to do. Ginger realizes at this point, she misses him greatly for he had made it into her heart and she couldn't help but fall in love with him. That cocky yet charming rooster had become a big part of her life and now he was gone. Don't worry, Ginger. Your Prince Charming will return; love always finds a way. Especially if it’s true love ❤️.

With Rocky, he had considered all the hens his friends, thought of Fowler as a father figure and even had fallen in love with Ginger. Unfortunately because of the immense guilt he felt about the big lie he has kept from everyone and knowing that he was falling in love with Ginger, he knew how much his contribution means to her. Therefore, he made the tough yet stupid decision to leave the farm immediately without Ginger's knowledge in order to avoid facing the spunky hen and breaking her heart after calling her out on her brutal honesty. Well you did anyway, you big dope 🤦🏼‍♀️. Rocky thought that he could move on with his life now that he was free, but he soon discovers that freedom can be a lonely road to follow, especially after seeing the billboard. All that does is remind him of Ginger and the other chickens again and that he made a big mistake to leave the farm when they truly needed him. Rocky is now starting to listen to his heart and not his head, and his heart is telling him that his friends needed him. Especially how much he truly missed Ginger; he still loves her with all his heart ❤️. What do you think he's going to do this time?

Anyway this is my tenth weekly Rocky/Ginger moment post commemorating the upcoming sequel to Chicken Run. I hope you enjoyed this post. There will be 2 other posts about the first film coming up in the future. Waiting for this long-awaited sequel may not be easy but these posts are making it easier as the release date draws nearer. But now the wait is almost over!!!!

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