#incoming fangirl moment

[kirsty--cotton]

"Nica"

CHUCKY | S02E04: Death On Denial

[miragemurder]

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Secret

Part 2 of Spotlight

Pairing: Veneer x GN Reader

Genre: Fluff, Make out

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A continuation of the oneshot, Spotlight.

For the people who asked. <3 ★ ★ ★

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A few weeks had passed since you last been at the club with your friend. So much had happened in that one day, it felt like you just rode the craziest roller coaster in the world. After the party, you and your friend spent the rest of the night giggling and fawning over the guy you just met. He wasn’t just some guy though, he was the Veneer.

You laid back in your bed, head softly hitting the pillow behind you as you pick up your phone from the side table. Today was a relaxing day as you didn’t have anything planned for today, so why not just lay back and go on your favorite social media. You clicked on an app and doom scrolled for a little bit. Most of the posts you saw were just of people going crazy about the latest stars and their new albums. You sighed and kept scrolling, not really interested in other people’s “fangirling.”

You stopped on a post that really struck your interest. It was a post of Velvet and Veneer. You didn’t even know they had social media let alone allowed to because of their agencies. You continued watching the video as they were announcing their touring schedule and meet ups. That’s when your brain clicked. You had Veneer’s number.

You got up from bed and scurried to your dresser, opening up a drawer and picking up the crumbled piece of paper that had his contact information. You took in a deep breath as you opened up the message app on your phone and dialed in his number. You decided to keep it simple and type in a little “Hey, its [_____]”

You dropped your phone on top of your dresser and paced around your room, anxiety getting the best of you. You didn’t know why you were so nervous, it was one simple text. You felt like you were about to pass out until you heard a buzz. You ran over to your phone and read the message.

“Oh hey! I didn’t think you were actually gonna send a text. Had me worried lol.” He sent a little laugh emoji next to his message.

You sighed deeply, all the worry draining from your body as you sent him a reply.

“Heh yeah, I eventually gained the courage lol”

You slightly cringed at the text as you sent it. You waited a couple of minutes for a response until you heard the vibration coming from your phone. He was trying to call you. You panicked and quickly picked up the phone.

“Hey sorry for the incoming call. It’s so much easier just to talk than having to type out everything. How were you lately?” He asked.

“Oh I’ve been good, just relaxing at home and sometimes going out everyone once in a while.” You sighed and smiled. You were nervous and excited all at once, you just hoped he couldn’t hear any of it.

“I wanted to invite you over to one of our meet and greets at the Rage Dome tomorrow, do you think you’ll be able to make it?” He questioned.

You quickly looked at the calendar you had hanging up on your wall. It’s not like you had anything planned but you liked to check.

“Nope! I should be free tomorrow.” You said, a little bit of your excitement coming out.

“Great, can’t wait to see you there.” He softly laughed at your excitement, making you fluster.

“Ugh, crimp is pestering at the moment. I’ll call you back when I can, bye.” He dragged out the bye and hung up. You sighed and laid back on top of your bed. You really were down bad for this guy.

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The next day rolls around and you slowly get up and stretch. You smiled to yourself, remembering that you get to see him today. You get up to go take a shower and fix your hair. You set the shower to be a nice warm temp and started stripping. You hopped in and quickly cleaned yourself, not wanting to spend forever in the shower. You quickly got out and got dressed, picking out your best formal outfit you can find. Yes, it is a meet and greet but you still wanted to look good for him.

You finished up your final touches when your phone started vibrating again. You picked up your phone and answered the call.

“How is my number one fan doing this fine morning?” He laughed. You laughed with him.

“I’m doing good, just finished getting ready for the day. How about you?” You asked, leaving the bathroom and sitting down on your bed.

“I’m doing alright. Honestly, I am way too tired to be getting ready right now but what can I say. Crimps already all up in my hair about the meet and greet. I don’t know why she’s so worried, the meet and greet doesn’t start until six.” He groaned. You can practically hear him roll his eyes at the end of his sentence.

“Well, I wish you luck.” You said softly.

“Thank you.” He paused for a moment until he continued. “What if you come an hour earlier so we can meet up beforehand? In private.”

You flustered a dark red. There was no way he just asked you to meet up IN PRIVATE.

“Uh yeah that would be great!” Your voice almost trembled because of your nerves. There is no way that this was actually happening.

“Great, I’ll see you at five.” He hung up. You sat at your bed, shocked. You slowly went downstairs and went into your living room, filling in time until it was ready to go.

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You stepped inside the Rage Dome and were almost blinded by all the lights they had going on. You were about to pull out your phone until you saw someone approaching you.

“Hey you made it!” Veneer cheered, spreading out his arms to wrap you into a hug.

“Yeah, I was just about to ask you where to go.” You chuckled and so did he.

“Let’s go on back to my break room. I don’t want anyone seeing us out here. I’m not ready for all the paparazzi.” He shuttered sarcastically.

He walked you back to where all the breakrooms were. The rooms were for the celebrities to take breaks in, just in case they needed to fix their appearance or if the crowd was being too much. Once you walked in you noticed that Velvet wasn’t there.

“Where’s Velvet?” You asked, scanning the room.

“Oh she’s getting ready in another room. They gave us separate rooms which I kind of enjoy.” He smiled and looked at you.

“Can I just say something real quick? Your outfit is gorgeous.” He complimented. You smiled, blushing a little.

“Thank you, I didn’t think you would care that much.” You said with an awkward smile.

“It looks really good on you.” He stared into your eyes. You felt like you were about to explode with how close you too were. He slightly pulled you over to the couch and sat you down, him sitting right next to you.

He gently touched the side of your face with his hand, still staring longingly into your eyes. He slightly looked down at your lips and back up again before asking something.

“Can I..” He spoke hesitantly, leaning closer. You followed his actions and leaned in. He brushed a piece of hair back behind your ear and quickly closed the gap between you two. Your eyes fluttered closed as you two both enjoyed each other’s presence.

You wrapped your arms around him, your hand slowly moving through his hair. He deepened the kiss, his other hand grabbing your hips and moving you closer. He pulled back for a quick second to give you guys some time to breathe. His hair was a mess and his eyes were half-lidded. He was breathing heavily. You took in the sight, making sure to keep it ingrained in your memory.

“That was…” He looked down into your gaze. You smiled slightly and pulled him back in for another kiss. You laid down on the couch, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him on top. You continued making out for what felt like forever until you heard some foot steps from down the hall. You guys hurriedly got up and brushed yourself off, making sure it looked like nothing happened.

You were just about to walk out the door before Veneer put his hand on your shoulder.

“We can…keep this….as our little secret.”

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Aye! I made a part two! I hope you guys enjoyed this. I tried to keep it as Pg-13 as possible since he is a teenager. He’s still a little out of character but eh, what are you gonna do. Anyways, leave requests down in the comments!

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[hisui-dreamer]

Characters: Riddle Rosehearts, Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, Cater Diamond, Trey Clover, Leona Kingscholar, Jack Howl, Ruggie Bucchi, Azul Ashengrotto, Jade Leech, Floyd Leech, Kalim Al-Asim, Jamil Viper, Vil Schoenheit, Epel Felmier, Rook Hunt, Idia Shroud, Silver, Sebek Zigvolt, Lilia Vanrouge

Notes: pick your fav from above when you read this hehe

Masterlist

imagine transmigrating as yuu in twisted wonderland, waking up in your favourite game with the fictional love of your life standing, breathing, alive right in front of you, not so fictional anymore.

every day is like a new adventure, you try your hardest to get his attention, trying to woo him in any way possible, striking up conversation, joining him in his hobbies, or just simply staring at him in fondness from across the room.

he's flattered, immensely, but it's also slightly overwhelming for him. it's not every day someone you barely know puts so much attention on you. he can't quite understand it, you don't give him a very good reason why you'd have such feelings for him, and of course, he wouldn't know how hearing his voice in the morning would give you the energy to make it through the day, how you emptied your wallets just so you could have his cards, how you longed to feel warmth in his arms in those lonesome moments. you don't expect him to understand your intense admiration for him, but it still pricks your heart when he puts up barriers between the two of you, when he turns down your advances or turns away from you.

still, you persist in your efforts. your feelings for him would never change, but you do try toning your advances down. you keep your fangirling more hidden, putting up polite smiles and nods when you pass by him in hallways, even though your heart would be thumping so loudly you almost couldn't hear him.

slowly, but surely, he starts seeing you as a friend, and maybe even something more. there's something irresistible about someone who always stands by your side, whether or not his actions were right or not, you'd be there to offer him support, cheering him on in whatever his goals were.

he decided you were growing on him, but he still couldn't fully trust you.

but then came the overblot battle. you knew it would happen, you tried to stop things from going out of hand but there's very little a magicless prefect can do to stop teenage boys from provoking each other until someone's untapped trauma gets unleashed. it's different than the games, it's not just tapping characters on a screen to fight, you're standing there next to everyone, next to him, feeling the overblot air weighing down on your body, the overblots attacks are unpredictable and you keep having to dodge at the last minute.

and when you see an attack going towards him, you don't even think about yourself, your body moving on its own to shield him from the incoming blow because you want nothing more than for him to be safe.

you feel the sharp pain in your head, you feel yourself falling, then cradled by strong arms. the pain is mind-splitting, and you barely manage to open your eyes to see if he's injured

his pupils are dilated, worry written all over his face, but he seems unscathed

"you're okay..."

you find some comfort in that fact, and everything fades to black

he can't believe he even doubted you for a second. how could he not realise you were genuinely attracted to him? to the extent that you, defenceless and inexperienced in magic, would shield him from the attack?

when the overblot ends, he takes you to the infirmary as soon as possible. he nurses you, visits you every day, bringing you flowers and such hoping you'd recover soon. he promises himself he'd be truthful this time, he'd treasure you and be there for you just like you were for him.

he never expects the words that come out of your mouth when you wake up.

"...who are you?"

you had forgotten the one person who was the object of your affection.

[theyluvlyss]

𝐬𝐨, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞...

I literally just came up with this little drabble, and I'm sorry, but it's funny to me, so-

but anyway, two more shazam fics are on the way pretty soon (one freddy, one billy), and then I got a stranger things/mike wheeler request after that, so be on the lookout :) !

𝐒𝐚𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝

《 ♡ 》 oneshot/crack-fic

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𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 :

reader loves it when billy showcases his power. billy loves showing off to his girlfriend. it's a win-win situation, to be honest.

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 :

fem!girlfriend!reader x billy batson - she/her/hers pronouns!

𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞 :

post shazam!: fury of the gods

𝐓𝐖/𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 :

yelling/screaming (in a good way, dw) - lots of begging from reader lmao - billy being easily swayed bc he wuvs you🥰 - dang, this is kinda crazy sounding outta context, huh? - anyways - this whole thing is just very berry cute, methinks - good vibes only, supa good vibes only✨️ - shrek reference

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"Do the thing!"

It was a sudden squeal, almost as if you'd been holding it back for a while. Not to mention, the walk back to his place had been comfortably silent the whole time before, your hand in his with both stuffed off in his coat pocket in order to shield them from the cold, winter weather.

Although, the squeezes you would give occasionally should've been somewhat of a warning sign. Billy just figured it was a silent, "I love you" of some sort, returning the action every time with butterflies in his chest that kept him warm.

He never would've guessed them as a sign for an incoming fangirl moment. And so, to be sure...

"What thing?"

Not that he wasn't genuinely confused, of course.

"Ya'know... the thing that I like?"

He looked down at you, met with your beaming smile back up at him that brought on one of his own. Still unsure, though, merely repeating the words you had jingled to him all of the sudden back to you in a tone of skepticism.

"The thing you like?"

"Yeah!" You chriped, waiting for him to catch on excitedly, only to be mildly disappointed when that moment never came and he shook his head in dismiss.

"...I don't know, I'm still lost."

"Billy, noo..." You whined, nudging him a bit with your side as the walk continued. "Pleaseeee?"

"What thing?!"

And before you could fully explain yourself, you saw a look in the emerald of his eyes that told you he was faking, the boy having caught on by this point and leaving you to huff and turn away.

"...Stop, you know what I'm talking about, you're just being mean."

Deep chuckles came from his chest, Billy nodding to himself in amusement after you had realized he was teasing you. And, because it was in his nature, he continued to do so until you would ask properly.

"You're right, I do know. I just wanna hear you say it."

"Mncht." You clicked your tongue but didn't give in to the vexing feeling of your boyfriend complicating the process, keeping strong at your pleads in hopes to simply just wear him down.

"Billyyy...please do the thing? Please?"

"C'monnnn..." He urged, nudging his shoulder with yours, and was satisfied with the roll of your eyes and his implied directions followed.

"Hmff... Can you pleaaase say the word? Please?"

"You want me to say the word~?" He repeated, this time with a tone of flirtatiousness that you willingly succumbed to, snuggling up to his arm almost too cheesy for your own liking as you gave an eager, "Yes!"

"Mmm, I dunnooo'..."

This boy and his need to taunt, you swore, would be the death of you...! And yet, it was charming enough for you to let it slide.

No, he was charming enough for you to let it slide. Shaggy brown hair and gorgeous green eyes and those cute dimples whenever he flashed you that winning smile...

Plus, you had been on the verge of geeking out the whole day out with him. Your boyfriend is a superhero for Christ's sake! Of course you'd want to randomly see the magic of it all from time to time! And it's not like you ever knew him to shy away from amazing you whenever he could. So...

"Please-please-please with a lot of maraschino cherries on top?"

Billy laughed at your specifics, already in the midst of guiding you towards a secluded area away from crowds and bystanders.

"Okay, okay, but only because you asked so nicely."

"Yes, yay-yay-yay...!!"

Your cheers and giggles of excitement went hushed by your own hands, waiting in anticipation as Billy took some safety steps back away from you and gave one last look around the area. When he was sure he was in the clear, he granted you your wish. Did just as you asked...

He said the word...

"SHAZAM!!"

...and with a thunderous crash of lightning and a blinding light for only a moment, he was transformed into his older, super-self, and you were laughing wildly through jagged gasps of amazement.

"AHAHAHAHA!!!"

A little bit of a crazy laugh, you'd admit later, but not the point-

"Yeah? How was that?!" Billy-... Shazam asked, his arms spread wide open as he walked closer to you.

"Super loud and scary!" You squealed, hopping around like a little girl who was seeing a fireworks show for the first time, the glowing emblem on his chest casting you and the entire alleyway in gold.

"Yeah?!" Shazam nodded in confirmation with a grin just as wide as your own.

"But it's so hot!!"

"Yeah, it is...!"

Billy's ego? Boosted.

Your fangirl levels? Off the charts.

Hotel? Trivago.

"Okay, now do it again, but back to you-you." You demanded requested, doing a small spin move with your index finger while Shazam dropped his arms to his side.

"Dude-"

"-Please?" You cut before he could provide any light scolds or reasons as to why he shouldn't. You were his girlfriend, and you were so cute looking up at him, expecting to see her boyfriend, now, and not some grown man version of him she... liked... but didn't truly care for.

"...Okay."

"Yay!" You clapped, moving yourself back this time to avoid a second lighting strike.

"SHAZAM!!"

And with that, he was back to himself, your Billy Batson, standing with his arms still open in hopes he'd impressed you the way you had assumed he would.

And god, did he go above and beyond.

"AHAHAHA, YOU'RE SO COOL, I LOVE YOU!!!" You nearly screamed, voice rasping over from the sheer amount of pressure you were putting on your throat.

"I love you, too! C'mere...!" He laughed, admiring your excited figure and the way you were already running towards for him to catch you in his arms in a warm hug.

It lasted for longer than you both expected, but was clearly needed as you enjoyed each other's presence and touch.

"You know what you reminded me of, lowkey?" Billy murmured, no need to be any louder when he was right by your ear.

"Hmm?" You hummed, face pressed into the crook of his neck, cold nose tickling his skin.

"...Do the roar."

You pulled away very slowly. Your face went about as cold as your feet were right now, staring deep into Billy's eyes with a look of pure disbelief.

He stared back. Grinning, head nodding as if to say, "Yeah? Right?" like a puppy.

"You know what?" You hummed gently, returning the smile softly while your vision trailed his features and then down to his chest.

"Yeah?"

You pointed directly to his heart.

"You...are amazingly talented..."

":D!?"

"...at ruining nice moments between us."

":0..."

You nodded, satisfied with yourself at the light tease.

"Mhm, yeah :)."

𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐢𝐬-...𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭...𝐢𝐬- 𝐈-...

is it obvious I have such a BAD crush on billy, and this is lowkey shamelessly self-indulgent, or nah🧍🏽‍♀️?

you said nah?

awesome, cool, thanks /ᐠ-⩊-マ.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 :

me🤭

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 :

1,132 words

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 :

none :(

[jisunghannie]

Jealousy Wins

PAIRING: Felix x fem!reader

WARNING: minors DNI with this post. This post has explicit content. This is written for entertainment purposes, and I cannot predict every interaction with this post.

SUMMARY: You were jealous that Felix was gaining more female attention by each song he sung in (literally every song they post), and wanted to make your mark on Felix so that way the next time anyone saw him they would think twice.

WORD COUNT: 3,021

A/N:

`○°.• ✿ •.°○` = Timeskip

-ah is used to describe someone younger

This is my first attempt at writing smut. I apologize if it's not good, but I will work on it!

This story contains swearing, praise, reader who is Han's younger sister, pet names, etc!

You were Jisung's younger sister. You guys were a year apart, so not too far apart in age. Your older brother had joined a kpop group when he was 13 or 14 when he became a trainee, then debuted at age 17. After your brother's 2nd year as a trainee, you met Lee Felix. Soon, Seungmin and Jeongin or I.N came as well. Who were all incoming trainees as well. Over time, you got used to having Felix around as he was closer in age with Jisung, given they were only a day apart.

You remembered vividly on your brother's 17th birthday, it was 11:58. After singing happy birthday, he blew out his candles. Then the clock struck midnight as you lit Felix's candles. After singing happy birthday, he blew out his candles. They were both now 17. The laughs you 3 shared that night were wondrous. Also, you would've never forgotten that night because that was the night that you fell in love with Felix.

As you looked at him with adoration in your eyes he smiled and looked at you, "Is there something on my face?" He asked as you shook your head. "Sorry, no, just admiring this moment with you two." You said as Felix laughed. "Just wait until your birthday angel." He said as you felt butterflies in your stomach flutter as he called you that. You weren't one for pet names ever but Felix was an exception.

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It was your 19th birthday and after you blew your candles out. Felix told you to wait as he walked out to get your gift. When he returned it was a poster that said, 'Happy 19th, Let's celebrate 2 things tonight. Be my girlfriend?' You covered your mouth in awe at the poster as you gave him a hug.

"Yes! Yes! I'll be your girlfriend!" You said as you guys finally shared your first kiss. As you kissed, you heard Jisung make a disgusted noise. "Warning next time!" He said, his hands covering his eyes now as both you and Felix laughed.

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It has been a long 3 years in your relationship with Felix. Of course you guys had your ups and downs in a relationship. But that wasn't your main concern. After he was given lyrics which caused him to use his deeper range of vocals, he gained a large media following and a bunch of personal stay fangirls.

You were used to seeing a bunch of girls in his message requests, but he always reassured you that he only had eyes for you but some of them were just too pretty for him to just ignore. You knew that. Maybe you were just insecure but you wanted to somehow prove that you were better than those girls. After all, it was a competition.

You saw how some girl tried getting all touchy with him at their most recent event and you were upset. So you wanted a way to get back at her. You were petty to say the least but that was your boyfriend and you were going to enjoy it. You don't know what came over you but you really wanted to make a bold move on your boyfriend. It had been a full 3 years in your relationship with Felix and you guys haven't engaged in anything serious. The most skinship-like thing you guys have ever done was most likely the time you made out in a game of seven minutes in heaven. You wanted more than that. You won't lie that in previous years you touched yourself to the thought of your boyfriend but never brought yourself to talk about it because you were genuinely embarrassed. So that became your dirty secret.

However, wanting to take it to the next stage in your relationship you knew you had to take the initiative and act first in order to get what you wanted. You wanted Felix. A night of passion but you didn't want to be too blunt about it so you came up with a plan. A proposal. That would've changed everything between the two of you. After all, he was your first love and you were his. This plan would have made you his first time too and vice versa with you.

"Lixie. Let's have a game night tomorrow, you and me. Loser has to do whatever the winner asks." Felix smiled. "Anything?" He said with his deep voice as he wore a mischievous smirk. "I don't like that smirk nor that tone of voice. But yes anything." You said as he looked at you. "What game love?" He asked, innocently enough. "Hmm I'm debating between strip poker or truth or dare." You said as Felix looked dejected. "Please do truth or dare... I'm horrible at poker..." He begged. "And if I don't..?" You said as he walked over to you leaving small kisses on your neck. "Please.. for me angel..?" He asked, his face relaxed on your shoulder. How could you say no to that. "Fine..." You blushed, "Only for tomorrow." You said as he smiled, kissing your head.

The next day you spent the whole day trying to pick out a lingerie set that you thought Felix would like. You settled for a white and baby blue lingerie set. You genuinely hoped Felix would've liked it.

When you got back home it was 7 pm. You didn't realize that you took the whole day picking out 1 set of lingerie, you left at 10 am. But to be fair you had to run errands to get makeup, get groceries, buy new sheets because you were hoping that they were going to be ruined by the end of the night and a few other things.

You had done your makeup so now it was time to wear the lingerie. You put it on. But it was squeezing you like crazy. Did you grab a size too small? When you looked in the mirror it shaped you out well but you could hardly move in it. As you walked back to your shared room. You walked in and saw a very surprised Felix.

"Wow... love... I... is that for... woah..." Felix couldn't even speak. He eyed you up and down as if you were some eye candy. "Y/n is that... is that for me..?" He asked as he looked at you with needy eyes. You realized that the game night idea had failed. Miserably.

"Not until later but yes..." You said embarrassed that he caught you looking like that. "Can it be now..?" He asked, walking over to you holding your hips. "It's been a long day..." He said almost whining. "Not yet love, I said later." You said as he clung onto you, kissing your exposed shoulders up to your jawline. "Please..?" He begged, "You look so pretty in that..." He praised.

You kept telling him no as he begged you over and over again.

"Besides I have to change, it's not comfortable." You said your back facing him as he hugged you from behind. Whispering in your ear. "I can take it off if you just give me the okay angel..." He said huskily as you felt your ears burn red. "Lixie!" You said embarrassed smacking his head that tested on your shoulder.

"I'm serious y/n..." He said, grabbing your wrist, "Please... I want you.. no, I need you..." He whined, kissing your hand, practically making out with your hand. You blushed at the sight trying to pull your hand away but you knew it was pointless. You were going to have to give in at one point but didn't think it would be so soon.

"Felix... stop it..." You said quietly as he picked up on your tone he was satisfied. "Please angel..? Can I see your pretty body..?" He asked you.

You guys had spent 3 years in a relationship and not once have you seen each other naked, you've seen him shirtless and he's seen you in a bikini but fully naked? Never. Not once have you guys showered together or have had any sexual experiences. The most you guys have done is left hickeys on each other and made out. You touched yourself to the thought of Felix and maybe he has touched himself to the thought of you but of course, even if he has why would he tell you because you sure as hell wouldn't have told him.

"No Felix... what if you regret it..?" You said slightly insecure. As you said that you felt something against you. You blushed and made a sound of surprise. Felix smirked as he whispered in your ear, "How can you say I'll regret it when you have me reacting like this..?" He was getting too needy and wanted you badly. You blushed, speechless at what he just said as you were still trying to process everything.

"Please..? I promise I'll be a good boy and be gentle. I've watched enough videos and done my own studying to know..." He said as you blushed and turned to him. "God Felix, how horny can you get?! I don't even think I'm as bad as you..." You said as he gave a deep chuckle. "Let's just say I know a few more things than you'd expect." He said.

Your so-called innocent, angel-like boyfriend wasn't as sweet and pure as you thought. Matter of fact, he was a horny and sure as hell sexy male. You didn't want to admit it but desperation was a good look on him. Seeing him beg and want you was definitely something. You enjoyed the show but it was definitely shocking.

"Fine, but you need to lead me through it, I don't know how to do anything." You said embarrassed, not believing you guys were actually doing this. "With pleasure." Felix said with a seductive tone. Next thing you knew you were kissing on your bed with him on top of you. He was shirtless and you were still in full lingerie.

"You're so pretty... all for me too..." Felix said admiring your state. You were embarrassed and tried to cover up. He chuckled and grabbed your hands and interlocked your fingers with his. "Don't cover yourself please... you look so pretty..." He praised. You didn't know why but whenever he called you pretty you felt yourself go crazy.

"Lixie... this is so embarrassing..." You said still not processing your guys' situation. He caressed your cheek. "I can always stop if you want. Just tell me okay love..?" He reassured you as he went back to kissing you. You knew dressed like this that it was pointless to fight against him if he wasn't expecting something out of it.

Noticing you were still embarrassed he moved his hands and kissed down your body until he reached down to the piece of fabric covering your most sensitive spot. Felix looked at you for confirmation if he could take it off. You nodded slightly as Felix hummed. He took it off and placed your legs on each of his shoulders.

"I'm going to start so let me know if I should stop or where you want me to go." He said as you felt his tongue against your core, you felt your breath hitch as he started to eat you up as if you were his favorite meal. You grabbed the sheets not knowing why it felt so good.

As he began to lick and suck your clit he thrusted his finger inside you which caused a whiny moan from you. Felix loved that reaction you had as you could feel him smile against you. "God Lixie... your finger are... their fucking... oh my god..." You moaned out, tightening against his fingers.

Hearing that he started to increase the pace of his thrusts. Which caused you to moan and squeal.

"Felix..! Fuck... wait... wait..!" You felt something in your stomach being built up. "Hmm?" He hummed in response. "My stomach... it feels funny..." You said as he smirked and began to go even faster. "You're close then baby..." He said kissing your clit.

He continued with this as you felt immense pleasure rush through your body. Once your orgasm came you felt your whole body give out as you came. Felix smirked as he felt your climax around his fingers. He pulled his fingers out, licking them in front of you.

"You taste amazing..." He said as you panted, out of breath. He then took off his pants and threw them to the floor. You looked at his bulge through his boxers. To say the least. He was endowed down there. He then pulled off his boxers to reveal his hard cock. You couldn't pull your eyes off of it. He shyly smiled at your face looking at him.

"Can I take off the rest?" He asked as you nodded. He proceeded and took off your bra and stockings. Leaving you completely naked along with him. He admired your body as he ran his fingers along your stomach. "You're so pretty..." He said kissing your breasts gently. "And this is all mine..." He said smiling. You were even more embarrassed as you covered your face. He moved your hands and kissed them. "Don't be shy, you're just such a sight for sore eyes, I can't believe I didn't see you like this sooner..." He said as you blushed even more. He chuckled at your reaction.

"Don't say things like that Felix..." You said quietly but he loved it. He kissed your neck and slowly up to your jawline until he reached your ear. "Can I put it in now..?" He whispered, sounding incredibly needy. You felt your core pulsate as you looked at him. His eyes are full of desire and lust. You felt so weak when he looked at you like that. "Just be gentle..." You requested as he kissed your cheek in response.

He positioned himself as you looked at him waiting. He smacked his hard cock against your core, feeling it hit your clit a few times earning a few whimpers. "I'm going to put it in now..." He said as you nodded. "If you feel any pain, tell me immediately. You hummed in response as he slowly thrusted inside. You felt him slowly enter inside you as you gasped at the feeling. "Only the tip is in, is it too much..?" He asked worryingly. "No... k-keep going..." You said clutching onto the sheets. He continued to thrust inside you. You felt yourself get more and more full. "Everything is in... you're doing so good baby..." He praised as he saw your eyes closed and you biting your lower lip to keep quiet. He went down to you and kissed your lips. "I won't move until it feels good for you too... so let me know when it's okay to move..." He said as you nodded.

As you guys kissed the time away he enjoyed playing with your breasts and after a while you felt yourself get used to his length. "I'm ready... you can start moving..." You said as he nodded, holding your hands to the side of your head as he began to thrust slowly and overtime getting faster and faster.

You felt so good as he kissed you and felt pleasure throughout your whole body. You didn't know that Felix was capable of making you feel this much pleasure. And just then he hit a certain spot which made you give a high pitched moan while kissing. "Right there please Lixie..! Oh god..!" You moaned as Felix listened and kept hitting that spot. You felt your body get shock waves all over from just him hitting that one spot.

You started to tighten and that's when he knew you were close. "Come on baby... show me how I make you feel..." He whined as he began to thrust even faster. After a few more thrusts you came on his cock. You scratched his back leaving deep marks. He pulled out and came on your stomach.

"Holy shit y/n you were so tight I didn't even know if I was going to be able to pull out." Felix said as you blushed and looked away. "Don't say things like that!" You said, full of embarrassment.

He smiled as he picked you up and placed you in the bath. "I'll clean up, just take a bath and once I'm done I'll join you." You smiled realizing that this will be your guys' first time bathing with each other.

After a few minutes. Felix came in with 2 towels and 2 changes of clothes as he joined you inside the bath. "I'll wash your hair, turn around." He said as he washed your hair. No wonder why his hair was so nice, the way he scrubbed your scalp could've made you fall asleep right there. He then rinsed out the soap and after you washed his hair. You guys emptied the bath water, dried yourselves, and changed for bed.

"Good night angel.." He said kissing your forehead.

"Good night lover.." You said looking into his eyes as you both slowly drifted off to sleep.

`○°.• ✿ •.°○`

He had to perform on stage within the next week. But because of the back scratches being so deep they barely healed when he came back. When he changed everyone saw them and of course not being able to see his back, he thought they healed.

"Holy crap Felix, what did you and y/n-ah do..." Changbin said, looking at Felix's back.

"That looks nasty... it looks like it hasn't healed yet..." Chan said as a very angry Jisung arose.

"I expect that you were aware of the situation you were in when or if I found out?" Jisung said with a stern tone which scared the crap out of Felix.

"Yes, yes..." Felix said as Jisung sighed.

"Just make sure she's happy and I won't come for your throat." He said walking off.

Felix's outfit barely covered the marks and when the stays saw it they went crazy.

'Good. That'll show them.' You thought.

[hcuyk]

vae vae 🥹 not me still fangirling over the fact that we’re now mutuals andbdjdh but can i request a timestamp of 2:00AM, where you’ve just had a pretty rough day at work and you come home to sangyeon just pampering and taking care of you and just being the sweetest human being ever 🥺 ily vae 💗

[2:17AM]

Many aspire to have careers outside of their limitations, such as wanting to gain immense popularity or receive an income of seven digits, but your only want is to find a job you truly feel at home. It didn’t matter how many hours you would have to work or what time of day you’d have to show up—you grew up learning to appreciate what you could afford—as long as it made you happy.

You thought you were approaching that accomplishment at your newest job of being a waiter. Everything seemed possible—that you were potentially well-liked and praised, but that figment of your imagination was utterly shattered. From customers lashing out at you to your co-workers talking behind your back and rolling their eyes, all the pressure of you being the worst had built up. During your break, you would stash yourself into the further stall from the bathroom door and cry silently into your hands, your chest heaving as it struggled to understand why you were getting treated this way.

Nothing urged you more than to quit the moment you got home.

Yet somehow, throughout the busiest and most tormenting night of your life, you seemed to have forgotten the presence of your newly wedded husband. The moment you stepped inside your shared small apartment, Sangyeon’s tired state on the couch dissipated the moment he saw you. His slow blinks became rapid ones, forcing himself awake while he rushed over to you and greeted you with a hug.

What he didn’t expect was for his medicine—you—to shrug him off, tears pooling in your eyes as you kicked off your shoes.

“I’m going to quit.”

Your brain wasn’t functioning well enough to consider why Sangyeon was awake this late into the night or that you were heading in the direction of taking out all your frustrations on him. All you could think about was screaming at the world for treating you this way, crying until all the pain was gone, and never being passionate about anything again.

Fortunately for you, the love of your life knew you better than yourself. Despite being slightly startled by your outburst, he brings his hands to your hips, squeezing them in order to ground you.

“Tough shift?”

“More than tough,” you snapped. Your body was fired up with all the anger you’d accumulated over the night, yet you couldn’t find it in you to push Sangyeon away.

“They all looked at me as if I was worthless, Sang-...and I mean, you know…I don’t know-, maybe they’re right, you know? But that doesn’t mean they should-”

“Woah there, tiger,” Sangyeon murmured, cutting you off with the slight tilt of his head. His eyes would search your face, wondering how badly you were treated to be thinking this way. His mood matched yours with concern, the frown on his lips apparent after hearing yourself considering that you could potentially be worthless.

He kissed your forehead to soothe you, allowing you to settle your thoughts as he rubbed circles into your skin.

“How about we get you dressed for bed first, okay? Or a snack? Have you eaten?” The corner of his lips only deepened even further when you shook your head.

“Okay, then we get you something to eat first, then we get ready for bed so I can hold you and you can tell me everything that happened. Or if you don’t want to think about it, we could do something else together? Maybe play a game for a bit or talk about other things that make us happy? It would give me a chance to tell you all the things I love about you as you fall asleep, baby.”

You hated how quick you were to smile at his suggestions, shaking your head at him before hugging him close, wanting to remain as close as possible. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you thought about how grateful you were to have Sangyeon by your side at all times, never failing to comfort you.

“You’re spoiling me,” you mumbled. Your fingers played with the material of his shirt, rubbing it between the pads of your fingers as you sniffled into his neck.

“I love you, but let me finish, you dork.” He kissed the side of your head before continuing. “Then, no matter how late we sleep, I’ll be here with you in the morning to accompany you when you quit.”

Sangyeon reached for your hand, the one with your wedding ring, and interlocked his fingers with yours. He gave it a squeeze before pulling back to get a proper look at you. His other hand then met your cheek, allowing you to relax against his touch and feel the metal band rest on your skin as he made you look up at him.

“Does that sound okay?”

All the hurt and pain in your eyes faded when you gazed into his, unable to help but feel so light with love and reassurance.

“Thank you,” you whispered. His smile made your stomach flutter, like whenever he confesses his undying love for you. He was glad he could be your greatest comfort and distraction, wanting nothing more for the person he cherished most.

“You’re my everything.”

permanent taglist . . . @armysantiny @stealanity @zzoguri @nyujjan @tinisprout @the-kpop-simp @sunwoosberrie

author's note // for my lovely lovely LOVELY ALLY :( nothing makes me fangirl more than ppl fangirling over me? im slightly scared to put this out because im scared i didnt live up to expectations 😭 i hope you forgive me 🙏🙏 BUT ILYSM ALLY and i really hope this timestamp brought you some sense of comfort :(

[somewhereincairparavel]

FOTA series update 1: Guys!! I've just started the cruel prince series, and I'll be giving updates on each progress I've made in the series, so that we can get my first raw reactions to the books and the characters lol. I've currently finished 7 chapters and I think its really good. Okay, now let's move on to my first impressions of each character.

Jude: i honestly really like her?? Usually I'm kinda picky with protagonists, since they're the core of the book. But I already know she's a badass, she's actually giving Reyna from hoo vibes?? I love her dynamic with oak, where he spelled her into slapping herself LOL, its so cute.

Taryn: I'll be honest, I'm not a huge fan. I get bad vibes from her somehow. Like when she said "we're both really sorry" to cardan and his gang instead of backing Jude up. Idk there's just something about her that tells me she can turn her back on Jude to cover behind and suck up to more powerful people simply because of her fear. I don't want to judge so early but that's honestly the impression I get lol

Vivienne: shes.. just there at the moment so no opinion yet.

Cardan: look, I know jurdan is end game and the whole book is an enemies to lovers trope, but damn holly did so well in making him and his gang initially dislikable. Bc rn?? I don't like him very much, I don't hate him, bc he hasn't actually done anything to Jude other than giving her snide remarks and stuff, but I'm really confused as to why he got Taryn to kiss both his cheeks?? Anyways since I'm aware that cardan changes, I can feel more inclined to liking him, I DO know that I will end up loving him lol. I mean, isn't that the whole point? Jude and cardan are enemies so it's natural that I dislike him for a few pages before he shows his TRUE self ofc. I can already feel that I'm going to fangirl over this ship in the near future.

Valerian: gosh I hate this mf so fucking much already lol, him and nicasia are currently the ones I want to hold at a gun point rn 😭 idk if he'll change or stay the same but currently? I hate him so much. I'd say he's the most aggressive bully in the gang and it's bringing back highschool bully war flashbacks lol

Nicasia: another person I hate. The way she picks on Jude gets on my nerves, only more highschool "popular girl bullies silent girl" war flashbacks incoming. Holly, gosh you are terrific in writing hateable characters, I love how I hate valerian and nicasia already lol the whole "pushing Jude into a lake with nixies" only increases my hate for them.

Locke: he's.. in a way interesting?? Like he doesn't outright indulge in the bullying kinda like cardan and even helped the boy who cardan pushed down, so I feel like he's a complex character who has more to him yk. Him and cardan are the only ones I can stand in their group lol.

Mudoc: okay he makes me so uncomfy, the sole fact that he's the murderer of Jude's parents and simultaneously her caretaker gives me the ick. So I don't actually know how to feel about him.

[thisisnotmeta]

Million Dollar Man

Chapter 2

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The train journey to London unfolded with a continuous hum, a rhythmic repetition of tracks beneath its carriage wheels. I leaned against the window, gazing into the passing landscape that morphed into its own mosaic of fleeting images. The city sprawling out before me, a canvas painted with the subtle hues of the afternoon.

Ben messaged me a couple of days ago inviting me to Jack Hatton’s (lead of streaming at Dirty Hit) leaving party in London - I made a mental note of the fact that he was leaving to move to Australia with his girlfriend - incase I needed a conversation topic… just for my socially anxious brain. As much as I was excited to meet more of the team and potentially the artists, my enthusiasm mingled with a thick layer of apprehension.

The city lights flickered in the distance, casting shadows on my skin as I considered the people I could potentially encounter there - industry insiders, artists of the label, potentially new… friends? The invitation felt like a pass into a realm where my burgeoning career could intertwine with the established echelons of the music industry and it made me feel slightly sick, especially since I was going in alone.

Stepping onto London’s turf, I deliberately chose a hotel in Canary Wharf, paid for by yours truly - this choice being highlighted by my newfound but still modest monthly income courtesy of Dirty Hit. With a sense of fiscal responsibility guiding me, I made a conscious decision to specifically allocate these earnings towards my career and music in general (ie. Travel, hotels, instruments) - the frivolous expenditures can be done by my part time job at home, I thought.

Unpacking with ease, I had some time to kill before needing to get ready. The hotel, strategically positioned just a 15-minute walk from the venue, became my new hub. The TV emitted a soft glow, casting an ephemeral light on the hotel room. Mindless reruns of “Victorious” played in the background, their laughter and scripted drama a distant hum. Perched on the edge of the bed, I idly observed the characters on the screen. At just 23, I couldn’t shake the subtle unease about the most definite generation gap I would be encountering at the party.

What am I getting into? I mused, scrutinising my own reflection in the TV’s muted light.

The likely attendees loomed in my mind. I always strive to never care about how I will be perceived in times like this but it gets the better of me here. Would they see me as a songwriter? Or just another one trying to get by as an amateur artist like every other angsty young adult. Am I truly just crashing a party beyond my years? Do I sound like an absolute idiot right now?

My apprehension found a bit of refuge in the idea that there’s a few youthful signings to Dirty Hit in the recent years - hopefully they don’t cancel like I was contemplating to do a few minutes ago.

In the lingering hours leading up to the event, I settle into a quiet rhythm, my fingers dancing across the strings of my guitar. Quietly strumming to not upset anyone next door, the melodies echoed through the room. Jotting down anything that resonated with me on my Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles notebook, I sought solace in the familiar embrace of my instrument, using it as my own vessel to get out the jumble of nerves and excitement within me.

My upcoming encounter with Matty Healy on the ‘songwriting getaway’ loomed large in my mind. He has a profound reputation for his creative mind, occasionally flirting with pretentiousness, but an intricate and enviable mind nonetheless. Would he see the potential in my songwriting?

The weight of his potential judgement fuelled my determination to impress him with the depth of my ideas. A fangirl moment interrupted my thoughts as the realisation struck - Matty might be at the party. It wasn’t even an outlandish notion either; after all, he was apart of the label, a big part at that. The mere possibility that the entirely of The 1975 might grace the event sent a shiver down my spine. Amid the brief reverie, I needed to refocus.

I want to show him good work.

A few more minutes of brainstorming and writing down ideas pass. “We all look for heaven, and we put love first,” was a phrase born from the introspective haze of my disassociation. I wrote down a few more ideas to pair with it - I liked it, it was earnest and real… hopefully others would think the same.

Glancing at my phone, the numbers told me there were still two and a half hours left. I nudged myself off of the bed and started the practical task of getting ready for the night. The shower became a sanctuary, the hot water cascading over me, it was a welcoming embrace after the lingering residue of travelling. As steam filled the bathroom, I closed my eyes, letting the warmth wash away not just the physical grime but the lingering nerves that clung to my skin.

Turning off the shower, I stood before the mirror, my damp hair awaiting transformation - fingers crossed. After drying, I curled and weaved strands into pin curls, a skill passed down from my mum. The familiarity of the routine was comforting. Makeup followed, the unfamiliar intensity of liner, mascara and slightly over-lined lips were a subtle nod at my newfound insecurity in my maturity. It made me look a little more mature, I guess. My hold-all offered a few choices of different outfits. I selected an off-the-shoulder black lace top, low-waisted jeans that hugged my hips and point-heeled boots to complete the ensemble. I surveyed myself in the mirror, definitely passable for the evening. With fourty-five precious minutes ticking down, I unraveled the pin curls, each strand dropping down into place showing a nice ‘blowout’ style. The air filled with the sweet embrace of my perfume, a final touch to my persona tonight.

Turning to my phone, I couldn’t resist the urge to take a couple selfies before heading out - I’m Gen Z, give me a break. Downstairs, the bar beckoned with the confident offering of liquid courage. I approached, I definitely need something strong. Ordering a double vodka, lemonade and a splash of blackcurrant, I winced as the contactless reader slapped me with a hefty £12.00 charge. Ah, London prices. The glass in my hand became my talisman, my elixir to bolster my resolve. As I sipped the time away, nerves tingled beneath my skin.

The party was likely in full swing by now, but my strategic calculations told me that arriving 30 minutes later meant most would be deep into their second drink, too dizzy to give me more than a fleeting thought. I nursed my drink, eyeing the clock, unwilling to dish out another £12 when a free bar awaited me at the venue. As I contemplated moving to a more comfortable spot a few feet away from the bar, my phone lit up with a message from Ben.

Eta?

Pre drinking alone at the bar haha. My university student brain is fried at London prices.

Nice lol, thought you weren’t coming for a sec. See you later.

Finishing the remnants of my drink, I relished the familiar burn as the liquid slid down. The hum of conversation and clinking glasses around me formed an antithetical soundtrack to the city’s docile pulse outside, excluding the occasional taxi driving past. I found a comfortable refuge in the short time i’d sat here, not really finding it in my feet to leave yet. The dim lighting cast a warm glow, creating their own little pockets of intimacy. A plush, but old-fashioned patterned carpet absorbed people’s footsteps, and the scent of aged wood and polished brass lingered in the air.

Pulling up the venue’s address on my phone, I looked at the walking journey on my screen. Google maps being my sacred guide through the labyrinth that is London streets - and oh, what I would do without it. And I know what you’re thinking: Camille, why the fuck are you planning on walking the streets of London at night alone? That is, my angels, because I am a cheap bitch and I refuse to spend £5 for a 3 minute car journey - I will just take my chances.

With a final glance at my phone, I examined the reflection staring back at me - not bad. I absolutely didn’t look like I was overcompensating for being an absolute nobody/foetus at this party.

Popping off the high bar chair, I smoothed down my top, my fingers brushing against the lace. As I reached the exit, the city’s climate bared itself to me, pinchingly cold air wafted onto me. The initial opening of the door was bad, but once I was outside, I was able to absorb most of the coolness. The glow of the streetlights guiding my way, casting a golden hue on the pavement.

At the end of my very safe -actually- walk, I was greeted by the bright LED sign that boldly announced the bar venue - ‘Pergola On The Wharf’. The glowing letters ambient against the night sky, like a beacon to draw people in. I could hear the muffled laughter and music through the refined brick walls. Stepping underneath the halo of the sign, I took a moment to myself, letting the good vibes and energy seep onto me. I made a mental commitment to let go of any lingering anxiety and embrace what could be a really fun night ahead. Maybe I’ll find Ben or I could introduce myself to other producers, or maybe even talk to Holly or Jamie.

Putting everything behind me, I stepped through the door of the bustling nexus of a bar. Unfolding everything before me, it was flooded with an array of unfamiliar faces, each one adorned with a concoction of some type of alcohol in their hand, laughter bubbling from every corner.

Groups of people, all talking together to make a harmonious cacophony, were scattered across the contemporary styled and what looked like plant-filled botanical bar. Lush ferns, vines, and vibrant flora adorned every corner and ceiling pane, creating a natural abundance of decoration. The vast glass window at the back offered a panoramic view of the dock outside, hinting that this bar probably had an inundation of bright, natural light during the daytime - which was a stark contrast to the glowing, candle-lit evening tonight. The aroma through the air was an intoxicating blend of florals and oud. A faint hint of cigarettes clung to people’s knitwear and thick clothing, adding a touch of ease to the ambiance.

Navigating through the basically sea of people, I looked around for any familiar faces. Some people danced energetically on the makeshift dance floor, lost in the rhythmic allure of the older club classics spun by the DJ in the corner, whilst others gathered in clusters, sat and stood all around. Amidst the crowd, I saw someone at the bar that caught my eye - a girl, roughly my age, who I knew just recently signed a deal with Dirty Hit, just a couple of months before me. She was engaged in a conversation with an unfamiliar face as they were paying for their drinks.

Seizing the opportunity to make some new friends, I made my way over, introducing myself with a smile. “Hey, hope I’m not interrupting, but I don’t really know anyone here. I’m Camille, I just signed with Dirty Hit a couple of months ago.”

“Hey! No, you’re totally fine,” her thick Scottish accent welcomed me warmly, the girl next to her turning also with a friendly grin. “I’m Isla and this is Sorcha. I was signed a few months ago as well so I don’t really know anyone here, so I thought I’d bring a plus one.”

“I didn’t even realise you could bring someone,” I laughed. “I wish I brought someone from home because honestly, an hour ago I was debating not even coming.”

“Oh, there was no plus ones allowed,” Isla replied in a hush, leaning in closer. “I just hope they think Sorcha’s one of the interns!”

Isla, a girl with unmistakable Scottish charm, stood out with her gorgeous, curly, ginger hair that tumbled in a cascade of vibrant, thick waves. Her fair skin bore the artistry of delicately placed freckles, and a bright smile that creased her eyes. Next to her, Sorcha was a striking contrast with her tanned complexion. Her long straight black hair flowed with a sleek elegance, framing her face and adding a touch of shine. Sorcha’s features were chiseled, embodying a blend of modernity but classic allure at the same time. They both were gorgeous and looked like a dynamic duo only seen in movies.

We found a comfortable spot at the bar, and talked about what we were working on in our early days being signed at our label. Sorcha was still in University, studying media and radio in hopes to have her own radio show one day. Isla was found via TikTok and had amassed an impressive following of 70k for her covers before she was scouted. She had been working with one of Dirty Hit’s partner producers in Scotland to save the constant trips, and is looking at releasing her first single in the next few weeks, which is so exciting.

“It’s called ‘Do I Have Your Attention?’, it’s basically a slow, acoustic song about my relationship with my family. I’m really proud of it,” she beams, circling her finger around the glass top of her cocktail.

“Honestly, that’s so exciting,” I smile at her. “I’ll keep an eye out for it when it’s out!”

“Aw, yeah, you should give me a text and let me know what you think about it!” Isla replies as she grabs her phone out of her pocket and slides it over to me. “Put your number in, always good to stay in touch with each other!”

Whilst putting my number in her phone, it seemed like a perfect time to grab a drink. I perused the menu, green circular stickers next to certain drinks indicated what was and wasn’t apart of the included drinks tab tonight. Opting for a French martini, I joined the conversation again, mentally wiping the sweat off my forehead for finding people I could talk to.

“What are you working on right now?” Sorcha shifted the spotlight onto me.

“I’ve had a few sessions with a few producers to establish what sound I want to make, I think I’ve found my voice with one of them, so I’m excited to work with him again,” I say, thanking the bartender as he brought over my freshly made French Martini. “I actually got a call a week or so ago about if I was interested in going on a work getaway for a few days to make new music, so all I’m doing right now is just writing down anything I like or anything I think I could use in a song. The idea of showing off my ideas to them is so nerve wracking.”

“I know exactly what you mean,” Isla chimed in with understanding, acknowledging the pressure in the industry. “Everyone has so much experience and is so creative, that it’s actually really anxiety inducing to show them what you’ve been working on, honestly I’m completely in the same boat. But everyone here is just so lovely.”

Her reassurance carried the weight of our shared anxiety, and I found comfort in her words. As we moved away from the bustling bar, standing amidst the lively crowd, Isla's curiosity veered toward the details of my upcoming musical getaway. I shared the scant information I had – a countryside location, collaboration with Ben, and the unexpected mention of Matty from The 1975 expressing interest in working with me, for some unknown reason.

"Matty Healy?" Sorcha's eyes widened, leaning in with genuine awe. Isla, equally surprised, exchanged glances with her friend. "Are you friends with him?"

I chuckled at Sorcha's enthusiasm and Isla's teasing nudges into her friend’s arm. The playful banter lightened the mood as I clarified that I wasn't friends with Matty, but rather, the prospect of collaborating with him was a part of the upcoming getaway.

Sorcha, in her unabashed love for Matty Healy, couldn't help but gush over the luck tied to the opportunity. Her cheeky question, a typical Love Island-esque move, drew an amused look from Isla. I navigated the topic, acknowledging Matty's attractiveness and creative prowess while trying to gracefully sidestep the "do you fancy him?" inquiry.

"I mean, he's definitely attractive," I replied with a hint of laughter, unsure how to navigate the question diplomatically. Admitting my admiration while surrounded by his friends and colleagues required a delicate balance of honesty and discretion. "I saw him at Leeds once, and, well, he was quite a sight."

Sorcha’s unabashed admiration for Matty echoed through the buzzing atmosphere of the party, her eyes scanning the room as if expecting the man of the hour to materialise. She turned back to face me, a mix of awe and envy painted on her face.

“I think he’s fucking stunning,” she declared, her gaze still darting around the venue in search of, to her, the elusive rock god. “I’m gonna be honest; I am so, so jealous of you right now. I’m absolutely in love with that man.”

“I know, it’s so surrea-“ I begin to share my thoughts with her, only to be abruptly cut off by Sorcha’s relentless proclamation of undying love for Matty Healy. Isla, seated beside her, sank slightly into her wooden chair, glancing between the two of us with a mixture of amusement, embarrassment and concern.

“The fact that he could even be in this room right now is driving me insane,” Sorcha continued, fervently expressing her infatuation and getting her point across (very much so) to me.

“I know it’s—“ I attempted to respond, but Sorcha’s enthusiasm overpowered any chance of a cohesive conversation.

“When you’re on your ‘getaway’ with him, you need to FaceTime me or something, she exclaimed, her excitement escalating as she fumbled for something in her purse. Suddenly, her phone emerged in her hand like a prized possession, and the conversation took a turn that left me feeling a bit uncomfortable, if I wasn’t already. “Then you can be like, ‘oh, this is my friend; I think you guys would get on well’ - something like that. Here, let me get your number!”

With the commotion, Isla sprang from her seat, nearly toppling over a woman in a black fur coat trying to navigate past her. The two exchanged hurried apologies before Isla seized Sorcha’s hand, pulling her away from the table.

“One sec, come with me to the toilet really quickly,” Isla instructed.

“Yeah, yeah,” Sorcha replied, following Isla’s lead. Before disappearing into the crowd, she turned back, flashing a wide smile my way. “I’ll find you later, okay?”

“Yeah, of course!” I shoot her a polite closed mouth smile back at her, my attention then shifting to Isla. She mouthed a guilt-ridden ‘sorry’ before vanishing into the sea of people. Well, that was interesting. I couldn’t help but think that maybe avoiding Sorcha for the rest of the night might be a good idea, as endearing as her enthusiasm was.

Amidst that wild chaos of an interaction, I rose from my seat, scanning the crowded room for any familiar faces. At least I already filled an hour or so of being here.

Before I began walking around aimlessly, a familiar voice cut through the hum of the crowd, and I turned to see Ben waving from the back of the bar near the windows.

“Camille!” he called out, his thick curly hair falling just before his shoulders. His tanned skin was complimented by wearing a white button up and fitted dress trousers. I weaved through the pulsating mass of people, relieved to have found a familiar anchor in this place.

“How’s things?” Ben asked, taking me in a brief hug, careful not to spill his pint of cider in his hand. “Thought you were gonna bail.”

I laughed, shaking my head. “No, no, couldn’t miss out on a free bar, don’t be silly.”

“I know, think I’ve saved sixty pound already tonight,” he chucked, bringing his glass into the air, causing some of it to spill over the top. For someone who’s probably had 8/9 pints of cider now, he wasn’t overly drunk, just on a good wavelength I would say.

We caught up for a while, talking about what we’ve been doing since we last saw each other, which wasn’t long at all. Ben talked about the new audio interface that he’s just bought for the studio and how he’s excited to try it out with me. A lot of our conversation was about our upcoming getaway, touching on topics like our favourite takeaways and how we are actually going to the Cotswolds for a week to write, which was exciting as I’d heard that that place was one of the most beautiful places in the country!

“Do you smoke weed?” Ben asked casually, his gaze fixed on his now-empty pint of cider with a frown. “Totally fine if not, just I know Matty and I probably will be bringing some down with us… if you’re fine with it?”

“God, don’t even be silly, of course you can,” I reply with a laugh, fanning away his slight concern with my hand. I didn’t smoke a lot, but when I did, it would usually make my throat hurt the morning after, so I tend to stay away from it but edibles are another story. The amount of times me and my flatmates at university used up the last of our change in our pockets to buy laced Haribos after a long week of studying, I couldn’t count on my fingers. Those were the best times. “I’m not much into smoking, but I’ll fetch some gummies or brownies down as well, what do you think?”

“Honestly, that’s perfect,” he smiled at my offer, and we sealed our agreement with the clink of our empty glasses. “Think it really gets your mind going to places you can’t explore otherwise, great for writing, plus it just gets you chilled out, doesn’t it?”

I was about to reply when a hand was firmly placed on Ben’s shoulder, a black nicely fitting long sleeve and washed out blue jeans was the first glance I got of him. He excluded the smell of thick smoke and some sort of expensive alluring fragrance, he must’ve been outside for a cigarette and then reapplied his cologne just a couple minutes ago - that or the cologne was just that strong.

“Going to the bar, mate. You wanting the same again?” Matty asked raising his eyebrows, holding his empty glass and pointing at Ben’s with the same hand. His eyes briefly flickered to mine before doing a very obviously double take at me. “Oh hi, Darling, I should’ve introduced myself sooner. I’m Matty.”

“No, you’re fine!” I say quickly before I’m engulfed in a hug from him, his smell being even more intoxicating this close. Yeah, I get what Sorcha was saying now. “I’m Camille, how are you?”

“I know exactly who you are, I’ve been listening to your work with Ben for a bit,” he says, beaming between the two of us in front of him, clearly a lot more gone than Ben. “I’m great though, what are you drinking? I’ll fetch you back something.”

Before I could reply, Ben intervened by taking both mine and Matty’s glasses from our hands. “You’ve went and got my last two, Matty. I’ll get this next one. Same again?”

“Yeah, please, mate. Love you, mate, thank you,” he replied slightly slurring his words as he had both hands on Ben’s shoulders giving him an affectionate shake.

As Ben made his way towards the bar, it left us momentarily alone together in this hectic room of a party. I found myself just stood beside Matty, a subtle tension lingering in the air as if waiting for each other to speak first.

A sly grin crept across Matty’s face and I couldn’t help but return it.

[viisoul]

LETS MAKE A VIDEO, RIN!

{jealous!rindou , servicetop!reader , exhibitionism , oral}

ran seems to take a liking to rindou’s best friend, leading him to get a little jealous. however, his best friend lets him know that ran was nothing to her, and she’s willing to show that by making a little recording for him.

being the younger sibling was an unfortunate blessing bestowed upon rindou. since he was the youngest, he wouldn't get attention like his older brother. his older brother, ran, was much more popular. he had several fangirls, even fanboys at that. he had a natural charisma that made people swoon over him.

rindou hated it.

he didn't mind not being popular, but he'd rather not be known for one thing. he was only known for being ran's younger brother. of course, he didn't want girls clinging onto him like ran had, but he still wanted some type of attention that wasn't an encounter asking about his brother.

since the haitani brothers were a well-known duo, rindou would mainly get noticed if he was beside ran. other times, girls would come up to rindou, asking about ran. that was something that annoyed him to no end.

however, even though he hated being the youngest one, there was a perk to it; and with that, there were several others following behind that benefit.

rindou met a girl named y/n l/n around a year or two ago. they've been friends ever since. she was a very gorgeous woman and had stunning features. in his eyes, she was breathtaking.

her beauty wasn't the only thing. she was smart, talented, and funny. y/n also made sure rindou was okay all the time. she'd make sure he ate properly and things of that nature.

rindou believed things would be fine if he just kept her a secret from his brother. but...

"lil' bro, who's she?" ran came into his younger brother's room, showing him his phone... which a picture of y/n was on it.

at that moment, a hint of annoyance could be heard in rindou's voice when he responded.

"why are you worried about it? don't you have other girls to tend to? specifically the one upstairs as we speak?"

"yeah, but this girl in particular is fine." ran plopped on his bed, scrolling through her instagram page.

"why are you in here?"

"look," ran showed his brother a picture of her in nothing but a bikini—, a thin one at that. "sexy, ain't she?"

a blush formed on his face. "get out."

"c'mon! you know she's fine, and you know who she is! put me on! i'm your brother!"

"...no."

"what, you like her?" ran laughed.

rindou rolled his eyes. "whatever. try to flirt with her if you want, but i'm not helping you. if anything, she'd prefer me over you."

"ohh? what's that supposed to mean?"

"nothing."

"no, no, tell me."

"if you don't get it, you won't get it."

"tsk. whatever. i'll shoot my shot anyway." ran got up from his bed, making his way to the door.

rindou let out a scoffed laugh. "yeah, good luck with that."

as he said that, the door shut. rindou grabbed his phone, scrolling through her page for the picture. he got a good look at her features and shape before catching himself. he shook his head, going to his contacts.

he reached her name.

'y/n.♡'

he dialed her number, waiting on her to pick up.

on the other side, y/n laid in her bed, blankets covering her body. her phone began to ring. she searched for her phone and the remote, turning the tv down as she saw who was calling.

a smile formed on her face. an incoming call from 'rin<3'

she answered quickly.

"hello?"

"hey, y/n."

"hey, rin."

"...what're you doing?"

"nothing, just watching sappy romance movies. kinda just daydreaming, y'know?"

"oh."

"what about you? you sound a little down. are you okay?"

"i'm fine, i just got annoyed not too long ago."

"i'm guessing by ran, huh?"

"yes."

"you can come over if you want. there's plenty of space on my bed for you, and i'm home alone. i feel kinda lonely."

he immediately felt hypnotized by her words. she probably didn't mean it in that way, but there's a chance she could have. y/n, in her bed, with space for him... home alone.

"rin? you there?"

"s-sorry. i'll come over."

"yay! thank you, rin."

"mhm. see you when i get there."

"see you. i'll leave the door unlocked."

"okay... cool."

she could hear the nervousness in his voice. y/n would unintentionally rile him up sometimes, and she found it cute. she found rindou cute. he had a calm yet blunt persona, despite being affiliated with different gangs over the years. he was especially nice to her because he quite obviously felt some type of way towards her.

she did as well.

y/n made sure she unlocked the door before going back to her bed. she continued to watch the mawkish romance movie until she could feel her eyelids get heavy. she tried her best to stay up, but a quick nap wouldn't hurt, either.

she'd woken up to the sound of her door creaking open. she rubbed her eyes, stretching out as she turned over to see who was there. a tired smile tugged on the corners of her lips.

"you're finally here, rin."

"you decided to take a nap, huh?" he sat on her bed.

"i couldn't help it." she gestured with her hands like she was grabbing something so he could come closer to her.

rindou came on her bed, laying beside her. she lazily put her arm around him, snuggling his chest. rindou couldn't help but smile.

"y/n,"

"hm?"

"how come you prefer me over my brother?"

"because you're not like him. also, since we're both the youngest, we get to relate to each other. that's why i feel so close to you. i like your personality more than his."

he felt his heart flutter. there was no doubt, y/n actually cared.

"you—. i—..."

"tell me what's on your mind, rin."

"it's nothing. i'm good right now."

"really? i'm glad to hear that."

"how about you?"

"oh, i'm doing great now that you're here. i missed you, rin. i haven't seen you in a while."

her eyes were closed. he took the advantage to stare at how her lips curled into that beautiful smile. he just wanted to kiss her, he couldn't explain how bad he wanted her.

"y/n, can i—."

"hm?"

"actually, never mind. it's stupid."

"come on, just tell me. i won't make fun of you."

"i wanna kiss you."

he was so blunt, it made her shocked for a minute. she shook her head, her smile only growing wider.

"you're welcome to do so."

y/n inched closer to him, softly pushing her lips against his. it felt like the world slowed down as their lips moved together in sync. y/n put her hand on his chest, smiling into the kiss.

rindou hesitantly sucked on her bottom lip, a soft whine coming from her. she put her hand on the back of his neck, her fingers moving up his hair. she wrapped her arm around him, his body heat easily soothing her. their shared kiss was slow and intense.

the two didn't want to pull away, but they had to.

"my brother wanted to try and get with you." rindou said.

"wha—? really?"

"unfortunately." he sighed.

"so, that's why you asked me that earlier, huh?"

he nodded, eyes trailing off to the side.

"aw, don't get all sad. you know i'd always prefer you."

"i'm not sad. i'm just annoyed with him."

"what, are you jealous, rin~?"

"j-jealous? as if."

"c'mon, admit it..."

"i'm not jealous. i just don't want you to end up with someone like him."

she moved her hand down his chest. "mm, really? you sound pretty jealous."

"well, i'm not. i have no reason to be."

"okay, rin." she laughed, not believing him in the slightest.

he mumbled something incoherent, but she decided not to ask what he said. instead, she had other plans.

"rin, can i kiss you again?"

the boy sat up, staring at the girl. he, of course, wouldn't deny an offer like such. however, he was surprised at how the girl asked him.

y/n got up as well, straddling the man's waist. she put her hands on his shoulders, staring him in his eyes.

he nodded slowly, his adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed.

y/n rested her forehead against his, connecting her lips with his again. rindou's hands found themselves on her waist, gradually moving her hips back and forth on him. she suppressed any moans coming from her throat, kissing him deeper.

she slipped her tongue in his mouth, their tongues pressing together. y/n could feel something poking in between her legs. her eyes dilated and a whimper came from her throat.

rindou pulled away. "s-sorry."

"no, it's fine." she smiled. "you're just excited, i see."

"shut up..."

she moved her fingers through his hair, placing a soft kiss on his lips before she spoke once more.

"...let's make a video, rin." her words were quiet and gentle, voice as innocent as ever.

he hummed. "like a tiktok?"

her eyebrows furrowed in concern. "...no."

"then, what do you mean?"

"you ruined the moment. never mind." she began to crawl off of him.

rindou grasped her waist, bringing her back down on top of him.

"what are you talking about?"

"you're such an idiot, rindou!" she whined.

"a video..." he closed his eyes, but they opened immediately as realization hit him. "you're dirty."

"it's a suggestion for you to get back at ran."

"or, are you that horny to make an excuse like that?"

"...you're worse than me."

"hush..." he hesitantly leaned into her, kissing her neck.

she noticed how tentative he was in an instant, but she pushed it aside and began to unzip his pants. a low hum came from him while he watched the girl put her hands inside of his boxers.

"or, are you that horny to make an excuse like that?"

"...you're worse than me."

"hush..." he hesitantly leaned into her, kissing her neck.

she noticed how tentative he was in an instant, but she pushed it aside and began to unzip his pants. a low hum came from him while he watched the girl put her hands inside of his boxers.

her lips curled into a grin as she slowly eased his rock-hard cock out of his pants. she moved back, propping herself up with her knees and elbows in between his legs. y/n tapped his tip against her lower lip, staring at the boy in front of her.

"gonna record, rin?" she asked.

"you’re so bold, y/n. are you sure you even wanna do this? what if we end up fucking?"

she let out a scoffed laugh. "so...? i wouldn't mind fucking you— or letting you fuck me.”

rindou sighed and shrugged his shoulders, pulling his phone out. she wasted no time in putting his entire length in her mouth. she stared up at him, just to see his phone pointed to her.

rindou was eager to see ran's reaction to y/n's plump, luscious lips wrapped around his little brother's dick.

he placed his hand on the back of her head, guiding her and bobbing her head back and forth. she'd let out low gags as he did so. his groans and curses were the best things for her to listen to. she couldn't get enough of him.

dulcet groans pushed past his lips. y/n could only let out choked whines while rindou pushed her head down on his large cock. his tip continuously hit the back of her throat. saliva came from her mouth, creating a messy scene.

rindou bit his lip, back arching and mouth opening slightly. the soft moans that came from his throat was music to the girl's ears. he heaved a dragged exhale.

her gags were muffled by her mouth being completely stuffed with his dick. she grasped onto the bedsheets, sucking him sloppily. she moved to his flushed pink tip, swirling her tongue around it teasingly.

she'd admit it, she was a cock-hungry slut for rindou. a grin grew on her pretty lips as she looked up at him. his face was red and his fingers were trembling. he could barely keep eye contact with her.

y/n then put him deep inside of her mouth again until she was at the base of his cock. his eyes rolled back, a soundless gasp coming from him. he could feel himself going over the edge.

squelching sounds and rindou's groans were the only noises that came from the room. she began to grind herself against his leg, soft moans vibrating on his tip.

"shit, y/n," he threw his head back. "take that dick—, just like that."

it felt as if butterflies were in her stomach. his voice was so addicting to listen to, she couldn't resist the urge to put her hand down her pants and start touching herself.

she no longer cared about getting back at ran— she only wanted to please rindou to no end. rindou began to pant, feeling himself inch closer and closer to release.

he bucked his hips forward, his hand beginning to shake from the immense amount of stimulation he felt.

"fuck, i'm gonna cum." he pushed her head completely down, not moving her from the spot. tears welled in her eyes, his dick twitching.

his warm cum slowly spurted in her mouth. he let his hand off of her head, letting her raise herself off of him. a heavy mixture of saliva and his cum dripped from her lips and chin. she breathed through her mouth, attempting to catch her breath.

rindou stopped the video, dropping his phone on the bed. she licked her lips, wiping the excess mess off of her chin.

"you made a mess, rin."

"oh, shut up. you're gonna make one, too." he tapped his phone a couple of times before staring up at her.

"oh, really? we'll see how far that gets us."

"y'want me to show you?" he raised an eyebrow.

she smiled. “i’ll be more than happy to let you show me.”

[dont-touch-the-flower-child]

Nobume & Matako as foils

This was going to be part of a longer analysis, but in the end I decided to make a short separate post for it that I could refer to later.

I'm going to list a few similarities Nobume and Matako have, and within these similarities we could compare the differences and their implications.

Both girls are orphaned at a young age and forced to become a killer.

Nobume was orphaned by Naraku (which serves the Bakufu) and then trained to become an assassin. Her own will was not accounted for in the process; she did not have a say.

Matako lost her parents because of the Bakufu (her father executed for fighting in the joui war, her mother persecuted to death by association) and she wanted to avenge them with the pistols her father left behind. Though she was similarly a victim, Matako actively chose the path of rebellion for herself.

Both met their father figure, who end up becoming their commander, in a moment of rebellion. (self-explanatory)

Isaburo and Takasugi also happen to be working towards the same objective (toppling the Bakufu, exposing the Tendoshu)

They are both adored by their respective father figures, and the attachment is strong.

Though both Isaburo and Takasugi appear to have trouble navigating their relationship with their daughter. (Isaburo's pretty obvious; I plan on elaborating on Takasugi's case later)

They are both similar in temperament with their respective father figures.

Isaburo and Nobume are stoic and detached; Takasugi and Matako are hot-tempered and reckless.

(Also, within the revived Kiheitai, Matako is the only member whose initial motive is the same as Takasugi's: revenge. This could imply great similarities in their characters.)

Now, onto the greatest difference between Nobume and Matako: their personalities.

Nobume spent her entire life following orders. First under Naraku, and then under Isaburo. Isaburo was the one who wanted to support Takasugi's cause, and Nobume felt she "had to go along". Isaburo is plotting rebellion under the guise of following orders; as the Mimawarigumi followed his orders, they all became his pawn.

Matako meanwhile, belongs in the Kiheitai, which is pretty much rebellion and resistence incarnated. (I'd like to remind people that, despite their great loyalty to Takasugi, every major member of the Kiheitai has acted independently of Takasugi's will at some point—even against it sometimes.) I also feel like pointing out how Matako's an independent thinker as she is the only one to question the use of the Benizakura sword as it's too dangerous, and the only one to question if the Kiheitai's alliance with Harusame is a good idea. She even correctly deduced that Takasugi was in danger in that moment, something not even Bansai caught on.

(See, this is why I dislike portrayals of Matako as a simple-minded fangirl who blindly follows Takasugi around. I also think she deserves more serious moments where she acts and gets recognized as the competent person she is.)

Nobume, due to her parallel with Oboro (which deserves its own post), very likely got the same detached, emotionless personality from being brought up in Naraku. An authoritarian organization with little warmth and affection to speak of.

Matako, meanwhile, expresses a much wider range of emotions. She cries freely, plays the exasperated tsukkomi/straight man, and is a vibrant, lively girl. I can only imagine that if she's able to turn out like this, then the Kiheitai must be very different from Naraku in all asepcts.

For some reason, this post turns out to be longer than I intended. I'd like to share some speculations of how Matako was brought up by the Kiheitai, and how I think Takasugi feels about her. So, more posts incoming.

[simpforfandom231]

basketball star PT 7

Upon arriving at Julie's place, the atmosphere shifted to one of coziness and relaxation. The girls changed into comfortable clothes, and Y/N, being the nurturing older sister, helped Elena into her pajamas. With a watchful eye, she made sure Elena dutifully brushed her teeth before they all settled into the living room.

Elena, bubbling with excitement, couldn't contain her fangirling over the prospect of her big sister having a coffee date with a Hollywood superstar. "Y/N, this is like a dream! Rachel Zegler is so cool! You've got to tell me everything after the date!"

Julie, always ready for some playful banter, joined forces with Elena in teasing Y/N. "Oh, absolutely! We need all the juicy details. Don't leave anything out, Y/N. We're your personal paparazzi now."

Y/N, rolling her eyes but smiling, shot back, "You two are insufferable. Can't a girl go on a date without her own fan club?"

As they settled into the evening, Y/N's phone buzzed frequently with messages from Rachel. In the midst of the conversation, Y/N couldn't help but share the ongoing teasing with the actress. "Just so you know, my little sister and Julie are teaming up to tease me mercilessly. Brace yourself for the interrogation after the date."

Rachel's reply came swiftly, "I think it's cute. Besides, I'm looking forward to our coffee date. Who knows, maybe it'll be the start of something special."

As the text exchanges became more flirtatious, Y/N found herself smiling at the screen. Julie, still in cahoots with Elena, chimed in, "What's the latest, Y/N? Any lovey-dovey messages from Hollywood land?"

Y/N playfully glared at Julie, "You're enjoying this way too much, Jules."

Elena, grinning mischievously, added, "Come on, Y/N! We need the deets!"

The banter continued, and the living room echoed with laughter as Y/N navigated the playful teasing from her best friend and baby sister. Little did they know, the night was unfolding into a charming tale of unexpected connections, shared laughter, and the promise of a coffee date that might just lead to something more.

As the night progressed, bedtime approached for Elena, but the spirited young girl was not ready to surrender to slumber. Protesting with all the fervor an enthusiastic twelve-year-old could muster, she insisted, "I'm not tired, Y/N! I promise, I can stay up longer!"

Y/N, standing firm on her promise to their mom, tried to reason with Elena, "Seastar, we promised Mom to get you to bed at a decent hour. You don't want her to think I can't handle babysitting, right?"

Elena crossed her arms defiantly, "But I'm not a baby, Y/N! I can stay up late like you and Julie!"

In the midst of their playful argument, Y/N's phone chimed with the familiar tune of "Dance Again" by Selena Gomez, indicating an incoming call. Caught off guard, Y/N fumbled for her phone, accidentally letting it slip out of her hand in sheer shock.

Picking up the phone without checking the caller ID, Y/N stammered, "Hello? Who's this?"

The sweet and somewhat sleepy voice on the other end revealed the caller to be none other than Rachel Zegler. Y/N, stunned into silence, fumbled with her words, the unexpected call catching her completely off guard.

Rachel, sensing Y/N's flustered state, spoke with concern, "I hope it's not a bad time. Did I catch you at a bad moment?"

Y/N, finally finding her voice, exclaimed, "Oh, no! It's... it's totally okay that you called. I just didn't expect it."

As Y/N stumbled over her words, Rachel found her nervousness endearing. "You sound adorable when you're flustered," Rachel confessed, her voice warm and gentle.

In the background, Julie and Elena, having figured out the identity of the caller, couldn't resist joining in on the fun. Their teasing shouts and comments echoed through the room, and Rachel, on the other end, couldn't help but giggle at the playful banter.

Y/N, trying to maintain composure, shot a snarky comment back at her sister and best friend, "Alright, alright! You two can save the commentary for later. I'm on the phone with a Hollywood star here!"

Julie, signaling to Y/N that she would handle putting Elena to bed, mouthed a "thank you" to Y/N before heading off to manage the bedtime situation. In the background, Elena's protests against her best friend's intervention could be heard, adding a touch of chaos to the already lively scene.

[albatmobile]

The Art of Rehabilitating Snowbirds Chapter 18

𓅪 After not hearing from Roy or Jason for five years, you suddenly find yourself taking in extra income as a babysitter for their child.

𓅪 Rated: M | TW: weed, underage drinking, slur | 4.5k includes: jayroy moments, under the influence makeup application

fem!Reader x Jason Todd x Roy Harper [masterlist]

Chapter 18: Call Me in the Afternoon | ao3 - wattpad

THEN

Whatever you and Damian had going on had been, well, going on for a little over a month. 

Now, he hesitated more than usual when you wanted to hang out with his brother and Roy and you really kind of fucking hated it. Damian was your best friend. Did he really think his brother would take you away from him or something?

What made that day even worse was Dick’s dramatic ass being present.

“We have a project today,” Roy said, jerking his head over at Jason who was already ascending upstairs. “You coming or what?” 

You hesitantly looked at Damian, who frowned in response, “I thought we were doing still lifes in the foyer.” 

You tried so hard not to laugh at his use of the word ‘foyer,’ but Roy’s shit-eating grin ultimately won out. Before you could stop it, you unwittingly released a giggle you would’ve normally held back had his dumbass not been there. 

Roy, noticing Dick’s ‘big brother lecture face’ forming, quickly fled in the direction Jason had gone.

“Damian’s a proper gent,” Dick came to his defense with a pout no 23-year-old should be capable of. He then scooped up a very reluctant Damian into his arms, who fought his grip every step of the way. “Don’t make fun of my baby bird.”

You shook your head, holding up your pinkie. “Of course not,” you promised.

Damian relinquished himself from Dick’s jacked arms with a flustered grumble, ridding himself of invisible dust as soon as his feet hit the floor. 

“Father will be needing me anyway,” he spoke slowly as if he was trying to send you a message. Whatever it was, you weren’t understanding. “I don’t expect to be back before you leave.” 

“Okay.” 

This had happened a few times and you’d become somewhat accustomed to it. Usually, when he and Bruce had whatever bonding Damian was talking about, you’d just wander off and bother whoever was around the manor, even if it was just Titus.

“I’ll be leaving now, then.” 

You nodded, not understanding why he was still in front of you. “Okay, sounds good,” you drawled, giving him an unsure thumbs up. 

“You’re not understanding,” he said with a tch before stepping in front of you. “I want a kiss,” he said your last name. 

“Oh,” your face flushed with warmth as soon as he took a step closer to you, “okay.” 

You glanced over his shoulder where Dick was obnoxiously fangirling, but his cool hand on the heat of your cheek drew you back to him. Mere seconds later, your lips made contact as he lightly pecked your lips with his. 

The brief chasteness of the moment lasted mere seconds before he pulled away and attempted to lead away Dick. However, this didn't stop him from shooting a barrage of questions your way. 

Uh.

“You guys a thing?” Tim startled you, seemingly stepping out of the shadows. 

“Tim,” you laughed lightly, placing a hand over your heart for the startle he’d caused. “I- I’m not quite sure.” It was the truth. Even what he’d just done had been a surprise to you. “You know how he is with feelings.” 

That earned a chuckle from Tim, “You’re right.” He motioned you to follow him, so you did. “You finally wanna see my collection?” 

Tim had teased you about his comic collection before the incident, but he’d never been around to follow through. That and Damian wouldn’t leave the two of you alone, claiming that “too much nerd talk could be lethal.” 

“Was that a joke?” you’d asked Damian.  

He cursed your last name, “I tell plenty of jokes; it’s not my fault you idiots don’t pick up on them.” 

But, alas, Damian was gone.

Tim held your hand as he showed you the bulk of his stuff and leaned over your shoulder, pressing his front into your back as he maneuvered to show you one of his favorites.

“Oh wow! I’ve never read this one before.” It was a rare Green Arrow comic. You flipped over to the back carefully, where your fingers appreciatively fanned across its glossy cover.

“Now, I can tell you all about that one, princess,” Roy’s sultry voice startled you from behind.

What was up with everyone sneaking up on you today?

“You actually like comics?”

You were confused. Roy had only ever made fun of your obsession, but he had technically brought you all those Flash comics. You blushed, realizing you’d never thought to question if they were his, even though you realized he had mentioned reading through them. 

“Nah. Not anymore, really, but I know plenty about ‘em.” Roy shot a smirk at Tim’s deadpan stare. 

If Roy had black hair, you’d swear he was just another one of the Wayne brothers with how they gave each other shit so easily. 

Tim sighed from beside you, shaking his head slightly as you slid the comic back into place on the shelf. Tim had yet to move away from you. The close contact that remained left you worried that your heart was beating loud enough for both boys in the room to hear it.

The awkward silence lingered, though you attempted to fight it with your ever-present charm.

“Cool,” you said.

You pretended to keep looking through the comics hoping either: Tim would move away or Roy would leave. Whichever made this weird situation end faster, that was for fucking sure.

“Yep,” he popped the ‘p’ on the word as he looked between you and Tim, unimpressed. 

You tilted your head at his questioning gaze before switching the topic altogether at the unexpected tension building in the room. “What are you up to?” you asked Roy to break the awkwardness.

He winked so quickly you thought you’d imagined it. “Tag along and find out.” 

You stepped out of Tim’s unintentional embrace to join Roy at his side. You motioned back to the raven-haired teen with your head. “Come on, Tim.” 

He cleared his throat and looked back at the shelves in front of him, “You go ahead. I’m supposed to meet Stephanie on a date.” 

“You guys are back on?” It’s a question obviously for Tim, but Roy’s attention is pointedly locked on you. “That’s awesome, bud.” 

You brushed off Roy’s odd behavior and wished him luck on his date before following Roy out of the room. 

Roy snorted as soon as you closed in on Jason’s room, “You and these fucking Waynes.”

“Fucks that mean, Harper?” You smacked him on the arm. “I like you just as much.”

“Well, ain’t that a relief,” he said, wiping imaginary sweat from his forehead while easily avoiding the shoulder punch you sent his way.

“Heyy,” Jason drawled lazily upon your arrival.

You hitched a questioning brow in response. “Sup,” you greeted hesitantly. 

Jason made some dumb sign with his hands as he slightly swayed back and forth. However, it wasn’t until he complimented you that you truly caught on to what was going on. Sure, that one night in the library, he’d been pretty drunk, but this? This seemed like a blackout kind of drunk. Jason’s angsty ass + blackout drunk… yeah, you didn’t think it added up to anything good.

“You look so good always, but your makeup.” He hiccupped and sloshed around whatever alcohol was in the bottle in the process. “You’re… when you do the makeup- looks really good, y’know?”

Damn, he was really far gone. 

“Project, huh?” you questioned, shooting Roy a wary look. “Just how much has he had to drink?”

With how he was acting, there was no way he hadn’t already been sloshed before coming home. You shook your head, wondering why Jason was acting out like this all of a sudden.

“You can do my makeup, y’know?” Jason slapped at your thigh from the floor to get your attention again. 

“Enough for the man to want his makeup done, I s’ppose,” Roy responded. He held in a hiccup of his own, but your narrowed eyes let him know you were on to him, too. 

How much could two teenagers possibly drink in like… twenty minutes? You know what, never mind, you didn’t want to know. 

“Your eyeliner always looks so good, babe. S’really not fair,” Jason whined. At this, he pulled you to the ground and dug through your backpack for whatever emergency makeup you had stashed away in there.

You cocked your head questioningly, but nodded anyway. “You’d look really good with eyeliner,” you admitted to the raven. 

“Oh, I know.” 

“Roy, you in?” He gave you a dubious look, but you just shrugged. “It’s only fair,” you tried. 

Finally, Roy sighed, giving in, “Yeah, fine, but I get to do yours.” 

You were already wearing mascara, but that was about it. Letting Roy anywhere near your eyes with a liquid eyeliner pen seemed like a disaster waiting to happen. There was no way the look was going to come out decent. 

Yes, decent was the standard here, so you knew you were definitely drawing the short end of the stick. Anything to keep Jason happy, though, you supposed.

“Oh god,” you pulled out your one palette, your blush, mascara, and eyebrow fixings and got to work. “This definitely isn’t sanitary,” you trailed off, drowned out by Roy’s cackles like you’d just said the funniest thing he’d ever heard or some shit. 

Jason’s eyes were slightly hooded, whereas Roy’s were larger and slightly buggy-looking. The application would have to differ on each of their eyes, you realized. 

“Will you make me beautiful?”

Your hand paused with your brush right above his cheeks as his words settled over the quiet of the room, “You’re already beautiful, Jason.” 

There seemed to be no need for blush with how rosy his cheeks had turned, but you applied it anyway. 

“Sometimes I don’t feel it.” 

Your heart clenched. You definitely wished you also had something to drink- anything to quell the guilt of hearing him spill his heart so freely to you. 

How could someone who looked like Jason be so… so… unsure of himself?

Whereas you felt like a loser, he knew he was a badass with enough swagger to put even Roy to shame.

There was no way he could be insecure. He looked like a literal god and his every glance your way practically sent your knees wobbling.

“Jay.” Roy shifted to sit beside him, shaking his shoulder slightly as he grabbed the bottle from his grasp. What little was left of the amber fluid crashed hollowly against its glass confines as he did so. “I think you’re good on the Woodford, buddy.”

“That’s rich, Roy,” Jason huffed. “What? A guy expresses his fucking feelings and, all of a sudden, I’ve had too much?” Jason ripped the bottle from Roy’s hand and chugged a few satisfying gulps before passing the bottle off to you. He wiped haphazardly at his face while his half-lidded eyes drank in the sight of your lips touching where his had just been. 

Feeling a cottony edge to your thoughts and a familiar warmth to your face, the playing field felt even once again. 

Roy held up his hands in faux-surrender before gesturing for you to hand the bottle his way. 

Jason welcomed you back as you positioned yourself to begin his eye makeup, wrapping his arms around your waist and tugging you close against his chest. “Y’need to be close for this shit,” he slurred.

You snorted, “How would you know?”

“Sometimes I practice.” Jason shrugged, looking at you for a reaction and very pointedly avoiding Roy’s. “Y’hafta get close to the mer-or… the mare-er,” he huffed, looking at you to finish his slurred sentence.

“The mirror?”

Jason’s hand, seemingly out of anxiety from his admittance, jerked to rub at his eyes. The movement stopped just before he got close enough to the makeup for you to warn him. “Yeah, that shit.”

You heard Roy shift from behind you, but Jason’s grip on you was unrelenting. 

Ever-present charm, where did you go?

A joke. Yes, a joke during this delicate situation.

“So, we’re using my shit because…?”

You waited with bated breath for his response, hoping he wouldn’t misinterpret it and get defensive. To your relief, he giggled. Absolutely downright giggled. You found yourself responding in the same way. 

“Because you own shit they don’t sell at a 7/11,” Jason said as he stole the mirror to check himself over.

“Fair enough.” With that, you bit your lip and continued your work. 

You thought back to how your main supply of makeup came from stealing things from your parent’s bathroom. Your mom always stole the good shit and never stuck around long enough to use any, so who was it really hurting to take it?

Jason was making it extremely difficult to focus when his hands were running up and down your sides and along the curve of your back mindlessly. 

You realized he was probably just anxious with Roy there. You’d never heard him be so quiet, but his wandering hands left you death gripping the eyeliner. You could hardly subdue the urge to arch into his touch. 

Your wings on him weren’t dramatic, just enough to highlight his natural eye shape without overcrowding his hooded eyelid. You hated when you realized you were running out of steps and would soon be forced to leave his embrace. You added the highlighter and mascara before forcing yourself away from him to inspect your work.

“Done. Roy,” you turned around, still somewhat on Jason’s lap, glancing at him out of the corner of your eyes, “compliment him.”

Roy eyed your curves up and down as you remained within Jason’s grasp, nodding absentmindedly. “Yeah, looks good,” he said distractedly.

“Roy, you’re not even looking at him.” You rolled your eyes and motioned the redhead closer. 

He took a swig from the bottle, wiped his slick lips and scooted closer with a sigh, “Yup, still looks good.” However, he wasn’t able to maintain eye contact with Jason and Jason was noticing. 

You climbed off of him to straddle Roy and began work on beating his face to perfection with the little amount of shit you had. 

Jason’s look was slightly smokey, sharp and simple, but for Roy, you gave a more iridescent highlighter-driven look, emphasizing his lighter complexion and hair. Instead of the liquid black liner you’d used on Jason, you chose a brown eyeliner pencil and smudged it into the peachy highlighter you’d smeared across his freckled lids. 

Jason watched, awestruck as the look came together.

“Roy.” Roy refused to look at him and you shuffled awkwardly, feeling the tension steadily build. “Roy, you look good.”Roy cut off your movements to chug the bottle again at Jason’s admission. “Look at me. What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Chill out, bro,” Roy’s voice sounded strained. 

Your hands, once again, stilled over his face. 

“What? Suddenly, you can’t bear to face me? You’ve got the same shit on your face,” Jason growled. All the while, his scarred hands jerked around loosely. 

You hadn’t realized you'd startled away from his reach until you felt the reassuring pressure of Roy's thumbs against your bare skin. You released a breath you’d been holding as he rubbed soothing circles where your shirt had ridden up, exposing the skin of your hip in the process.

You’d known Jason could get angry, but adding alcohol into the mix created an unknown edge you weren’t sure you wanted to bear witness to. 

“You’re hot, Jason. I can practically see myself blowing you in a bar restroom now, dude. Is that what you wanted to hear?” Jason grumbled and pulled out his phone to check out your handy work. The mood instantly calmed because, apparently, that was exactly what Jason had wanted to hear. You relaxed into Roy’s touch and quickly finished his face off with mascara. “God damn, I need a joint,” Roy groaned.

He went to rub at his eyes, but you smacked his forearm away in an instant. “Don’t touch your face before you’ve even seen it,” you chastised. 

Roy exhaled deeply like he was at the end of his ever-abundant patience. “I don’t hate many things, but this?” Roy gestured to Jason and the makeup on the floor. “I hated this.”

“Whatever,” you mumbled. You tried to hide your pout as you pulled out your phone’s camera to show him, but Jason had stolen it while you’d been preoccupied with Roy’s face. 

Roy quickly produced his own phone, glancing at the screen for no more than five seconds before nodding. “Let me do your shit so I can roll up, princess.”

“You don’t have to, you know." You traced your index finger from the collar of his school shirt down to the middle button and backed up again shyly.

The last thing you wanted to do was keep Roy in a shitty mood when Jason was already in one.

You looked up to see his barely hidden smirk. “Well, now I’ve gotta,” he teased.

There was nothing relaxing about Roy’s application process. 

From the eye jabbing and assault of blush on your cheeks, you knew you’d definitely drawn the short end of the stick. Jason, as drunk as he was, probably could’ve done a better job than Roy’s clown academy look, which left much to be desired. 

Jason continued to touch his face while Roy set about silently breaking down the shell and then the bud. It’s only when he lit it that Jason pulled himself away from the camera.

“Damn,” Jason breathed, crawling over to invade the rest of Roy’s personal space that you weren’t taking up. 

Roy snorted, drawing in a cloud of smoke until it protruded from his mouth like a bubble before fully exhaling right into Jason’s room. You knew Jason had to be pretty fucked up to smoke inside, but if it meant not having to go outside in the chilly weather, you were all for it. 

“Yeah, shit’s fat, right?” the redhead said with the smoke leaking from his chapped lips with each word.

“No, not that.” Jason shook his head and took Roy’s face into his hands, turning it over haphazardly to take it all in. “You said you’d blow me?”

Roy choked on his next hit, sending him into a coughing fit that sent you scrambling from your spot on Roy’s lap. Jason wasted no time in replacing you atop Roy. 

You took in the new positions from a breath away with widened eyes. 

“Jay, you’re drunk,” Roy said, batting away Jason’s wandering hands as he handed the blunt to you so he could better fend him off. “Jay, baby, sto-” Roy was cut off by Jason’s lips.

You’re pretty sure you’re the one who gasped, but you couldn’t be sure when Jason was moaning like a paid whore.

What surprised you more was how Roy took it all in stride.

It should come as no surprise that Jason was an aggressive kisser. His face looked almost pained with his drawn brows as his teeth clashed against Roy’s. 

Roy split away with a wrecked pant, shooting you a quick, hazy quirk of his reddened lips before diving right back in. This time, he met Jason’s tongue with his own, visibly flicking and prodding them against each other in the minimal space between them. The kiss was over the top, seemingly for your entertainment, as Roy slurped Jason’s tongue lewdly into his mouth. 

You sucked on the end of the joint as you watched the scene in front of you unfold.

Your stomach felt a steady tickling coolness spread upward from the hot slick in your panties as the blanketing effects of the weed kicked in. If you hadn’t been so confused by the situation, you might’ve spread your legs to show them the wet spot that was overtaking the lace of your red thong. Instead, you sat there gripping the blunt and the hem of your skirt to prevent your hands from wandering to where they were itching to go.

It wasn’t working.

Your thighs spread without your permission. Soon, your arm dragged your clenched hand closer to your pulsating heat, exposing more of your thigh in the process as it did. Their moans rang out in unison and you unwittingly bucked into your planted forearm, clenching down around nothing at the teasing contact. You watched helplessly, willing yourself to actually touch yourself until you could no longer ignore that the bottle was in prime position to spill all over Jason’s carpet. 

Damn, it sucked being the responsible one of the bunch.

You released the fabric of your skirt to grab the spilling whiskey that dripped from Roy’s distracted hand while Jason ground down against him. Upon grabbing the bottle, Roy seemed to startle back to reality and the moment abruptly ceased. 

He pushed Jason off of him hastily with your hand retreated from its precarious position in the same manner. 

“Yoooo,” Roy breathed. Suddenly, he shook his head, running his fingers through his hair repeatedly. “What the fuck, dude?”

Jason’s face dropped and you’re pretty sure Roy could see how you’d also been taken aback by his reaction. How could you not when the redhead’s previous reaction had been so…?

“Fuck you.” Jason grabbed the blunt from your grasp as he got up to walk to the balcony, leaving Roy and you to stare after his retreating form. 

Of course his dramatic ass had to throw open the glass doors, leaving them to smack against the wall in his wake. 

The glass continued to reverberate in their frames while Jason moved to grip the balcony railing like it was going to disappear from existence. The only movement was his arm moving robotically to put the blunt to his mouth and the smoke that plumed from it.

At least you weren’t the only one in the manor getting the runaround. 

•

“Wake up, dumbass,” a low voice stirred you from your slumber. You awoke with a snort to Damian’s disgusted face standing over you. “You reek like skunk.” 

“Shut up.” You sniffed at your uniform only to wince. “Fuck, you’re right,” you bemoaned. 

“I’m always right,” he said your last name. 

You groaned as you got up from the couch, searching desperately for something, anything to help you out when it dawned on you.

You turned to Damian so quickly, not even he was expecting it. “Give me one of your extra jackets,” you demanded. 

“What?” His annoyed glare bore through you, but you weren’t giving in and you definitely weren’t going to be late.

You glared at him until he wordlessly retrieved his other clean jacket and handed it over to you. 

“Fuck off,” you hissed as you attempted to slide it on, but it was like putting Polly Pocket clothes on a Barbie. “Why are you so fucking skinny, dude?” 

“I’m muscular and lean,” he insisted with crossed arms, “not skinny.” 

“You’re a child’s large,” you pointed out, reading from the tag with slight disdain. 

“So what?!” He defensively stole the jacket back from you, wiping it off like you’d ruined it the second you’d touched it.

You stated the obvious, “This shit isn’t going to fit me.” Suddenly, you brightened up, snapping your fingers. “Cologne! Give me your cologne!” Damian rolled his eyes, but took much less persuading than last time for him to return. This time, he returned with a glass bottle of Prada. You gave it a few good spritzes before handing it back to a blushing Damian. “What?”

“Nothing, you just smell.” He shook his head, motioning you downstairs. “Nothing.”

You bumped into his shoulder, teasing, “You know, as my best friend, you’re morally obligated to tell me if I still stink like weed.”

“Definitely not marijuana,” he sounded resolute, so you dropped it.  

You were about to talk to him about the upcoming collage project when you heard him.

“Say something, Bruce. SAY IT!” Jason lowered his voice, gritting his teeth. 

You weren’t completely able to make out what he was saying, but he seemed to be barely holding out on hitting his dad right then and there.

“Master, Jason.”

You came around the banister to see Alfred placing a placating hand on Jason’s shoulder. 

You only barely stopped yourself from gasping when you saw your smokey eye was still very much present on his face. Your eyes shifted briefly to Damian, who looked extremely confused by the recent revelation.

“Yeah, your son’s got fucking fag ‘tendencies,’” he spat, using air quotes around the last word. “Isn’t that what you called Dick’s relationship with Wally?” Jason shook his head like he was disgusted with him. “Like your whole polygamist-playboy shit isn’t the real uncouth situation here, Brucie?”

“Jason,” Bruce’s warning tone was losing patience by the second. “All I asked was if you did that to yourself. I’m not saying there’s anything wrong-”

“Yeah,” Jason growled, “you didn’t have to say anything for me to understand that you think there’s something wrong with me.” He scoffed, pushing past Bruce’s muscular build to exit the manor, “All because of some dumb pigment on my face? Fuck you, Bruce.” He hesitated, taking in the room with a visible tremble, “And, yeah, I like cock.”

The door slammed, announcing his rattling exit. Two for two on the manor’s doors; you had to give him kudos as you thought back to the balcony doors last night.

Bruce sighed and slumped down in one of the dining room chairs. His hand gratefully reached for Alfred’s, which had come to rest on his shoulder. 

Family, no matter what it looked like, you supposed, was a complicated balancing act you weren’t sure anyone had mastered. 

Least of all you. 

Least of all the Waynes.

•

“You reek,” is how he greeted you when you sat in your usual seat in English.

You quickly picked at your collar, then looked around to see if anyone was paying attention to you. Who were you kidding? No one at school gave a fuck about you. Everyone milled about their pre-class business, leaving you and Jason undetected in the privacy of your usual corner.

“There’s no way," you insisted, inhaling deeply but only smelled Damian's pungent Prada. "I put on Damian’s cologne.”

You leaned in and had him sniff as well, which he did, albeit reluctantly. 

"Ew," he complained, wrinkling his nose in disgust. 

“What?” You startled backward and looked around to see if anyone else had caught the smell before turning back swiftly. “Jason, what?”

“Next time, ask for mine.”

“Oh,” your heart rate had already risen at the thought of being caught smelling like weed and Jason’s statement did absolutely nothing to quell the rapid beating. “Sure, yeah,” you said.

Jason tapped his eraser against his opened book. “Roy’s trying to skip after lunch.” 

“You shouldn’t skip school so often,” you chastised lightly.  

He looked out the window, ceasing his tapping. “Well, guess that answers my question of if you're coming with,” he said. 

You hesitated, thinking back to his confrontation with Bruce earlier that morning. It couldn’t have been easy on him. Plus, how Roy reacted after the kiss also had to be eating him up. You knew him inviting you was his way of asking for your support when he came face-to-face with Roy after the incident yesterday.

“No, I’ll come.” 

“Cool.” 

You shook your head in disagreement. “Skipping school isn’t cool, but… Yeah, I need a break.” 

“S’long as you don’t make it a habit, I guess. Right?” he repeated what you’d said the first time you guys had skipped. 

You shot him an unimpressed glare. “Like you, you mean?” 

“Yeah,” his chuckle came out more as an exhale than anything.

Angsty-ass.

“Hopefully, this time, we won’t have to share a motorcycle seat,” you joked, shrinking back when you were instantly met with the wolfish quirk that briefly tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“Seemed like you liked it last time.” He looked at you too knowingly for you to believe he didn't know what'd gone down. “Now, come on,” he picked up both of your bags, “Roy’s gonna meet us at our usual spot.”

The bell rang and you followed behind, wondering just what the fuck you were getting yourself into.

A/N: jason's pissed u smell like dami

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Those rumors they have big teeth: Ch 1 Snippet

as i said, some more band au spoilers were incoming so here’s a snippet from chapter one

@isabrella @sorshatanthalos (or kitstanthalos on Twitter)with the help of @resurrecho) are excited to share more with you!

Actual chapter coming soon! (Watch this space on Willow wednesday 👀)

Hi Graydon! And you must be Elora,” Jade says, a cheerful pitch in her voice.

Last week, Jade, in a move of total betrayal, invited Kit’s childhood friend, Graydon, to try out for their band. Graydon offered to bring his friend, Elora, a singer. Kit is not enthused about trialing Elora in the slightest–they don’t need another singer. Kit’s just fine, thank you very much. And she doesn’t know Elora from a sack of bricks. At least she likes Graydon, trusts him not to be weird about her family, knows he’s probably incredibly talented on bass, because he was always the kind of kid who succeeded at everything he tried his hand at, including stupid macaroni art projects in elementary school.

Sorsha nods at her and leaves them. Graydon pushes Elora into the studio and lets the door shut behind them. He’s carrying an unwieldy bass case.

“Hi again,” Graydon says.

“Hi!” Elora says. Kit immediately narrows her eyes at her. She carries a “sun’s out” tote bag on her shoulder (gag), and she twirls a strand of her hair around her finger nervously.

Jade obliges her after an awkward moment that Kit has absolutely no problem extending. “I’m Jade,” she says. “This is Kit.”

“Hi,” Kit says.

Jade purses her lips.

“I love that song!” Elora says. “I prepared a couple of songs but if you want we can just do that.”

“Uh, Elora is the girl I told you about before. She’s a really great singer,” Graydon says. Upon being more formally introduced, Elora perks up.

“It’s so nice to meet you all!” Elora says, holding out a hand to shake. Kit’s hands grip her guitar a little harder. Kit’s only known her for two seconds, but she seems infuriatingly upbeat. Like all of her sentences end in punctuation other than a period. Elora’s gaze travels over both of their faces before settling on Kit’s and her eyes widen slightly as she seems to take in the person in front of her.

“Oh, you’re Madmartigan and Sorsha’s daughter, right? Gray didn’t mention that! Let me tell you, I felt like I was dreaming when Sorsha Tanthalos opened the front door.”

Kit bristles at the mention of her parents. Elora better not be one of those weird obsessed fans of her parents’ band. “Yes,” she says, cautiously, pushing some hair out of her eyes. “Are you going to be a weird fangirl about it? We actually don’t need a singer if you are.”

“Oh, no, it’s not like that! It’s just a small world, I guess. Willow is my godfather, I’ve heard a lot about you because of the whole band and everything, you know?”

“Well I’ve heard nothing about you,” Kit says. Which is true. Her mom and Willow had a falling out when she was a little kid, all around the same time her dad…

Anyway. It’s not like anyone was eager for stories about Willow’s goddaughter.

“Oh,” Elora’s face falls, “Well, I guess that makes sense.”

“So. You gonna sing or are we gonna plot out our family trees?” Kit grumbles; Jade elbows her lightly. “What?”

“Be nice,” Jade says, and Kit huffs. “Whenever you’re ready, Elora. Maybe just something you prepared? We can do You Belong With Me later.”

Kit glares. They absolutely will not be doing You Belong With Me with this random girl. It’s a Kit and Jade specialty.

Graydon gives Elora a little thumbs up, which is funny, since he’s not even confirmed to be in the band. Kit sighs, resigned to the fact that she’s going to have to at least hear Elora out.

“Can I use this?” Elora asks, tapping the keyboard that they occasionally use when they need more than their guitar and drums.

“Yep,” Jade says, giving her an encouraging gesture. Kit sighs deeply and Jade shoots her another capital-L Look.

Elora settles herself behind the keyboard, pressing a few buttons, tapping a couple of keys until she’s satisfied.

Jade picks up the mic stand that they rarely use and shifts it over in front of the keyboard. Elora looks obviously out of her depth with a real microphone. The last time she performed was probably some high school talent show.

She fiddles with the stand for a few seconds before Graydon intervenes and raises it to the right height for her.

“Thanks,” she says, smiling cheerfully at him and then turning it on Kit and Jade. Kit ups the scowl factor a bit. Jade smiles sunnily and steps unsubtly on Kit’s toes.

Kit steps backwards, glaring at her.

Elora places her hands on the keyboard and taps out a note.

Oh, no.

Not The Climb. Anything but that. Please, god, don’t let their new singer unironically sing The Climb.

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Sighing heavily, Aelin accepted the incoming call. "Aelin Galathynius speaking, what do you need?"

"Miss Galathynius?" Lyria's voice. "I really don't mean to intrude, not at all, but my agency just received a call from your office saying there was a last-minute gap in your model cast?"

All of a sudden, Aelin's head cleared. Or at least cleared enough to hear herself think. "Actually, yes, we do have a gap. Fenrys Moonbeam had an unexpected skiing accident yesterday and is unable to walk today."

Lyria cleared her throat. "Well, as it happens, we do have someone available here in Orynth." Rustling paper as she checked her file. "His name is...Rowan. Rowan Whitethorn."

Aelin's brows furrowed. "I'm not sure I've ever heard that name before, is he new?"

"New to major designer shows, yes," Lyria confirmed. "He's walked in smaller shows for a few years, done a lot of work for brands and magazines, mostly in menswear and cologne."

"Ah. Worlds I don't keep up with as much as I should." Aelin thought for a brief moment. What the hell, he's here and he's male and I need a male model right the hell now. "Lyria?"

"Yes?"

"Send him over. I'll give you the address; if he could be here as soon as humanly possible, that would be amazing."

"Of course!"

"Thank you so much," Aelin breathed. Then she rattled off the address and hung up, barely even noticing that Lyria was halfway through one last note.

"...Rowan's not much of a Yulemas person, though."

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Zinnia 🥺🥺 just finished chapter 12 and I have to say I love it. I'm feeling so many things right now that I don't know how to express them all, but I'll try.

I'm so devastated for Milo and MC. The moment Milo realizes the plan didn't go the way it should and it being too late just 😭 ugh even after all that how can I not love him????

I don't know how you always manage to make things make sense with each new revelation while still making us question what is going on! I feel like I understand him more now and like i don't know him at all, but I suspect that's how Milo likes things to be 😂

I still remember finding this blog when you were still writing paper lanterns and thinking to myself that I would read the first chapter when it came out to see if I liked it, and then wait until the night market was complete to start reading. I've been on the internet for too long and read too many wips that ended up being abandoned, so I didn't want to get my hopes up. But when chapter 2 dropped I couldn't help myself lol I'm so glad I didn't wait!

Reading your story each month has been like a warm blanket for me. It's one of my happy places now ❤️ Even reading your responses on here brighten ups my day a little bit!

Your characters feel so real that even when I disagree with them (Milo 👀) I can tell there is a reason why they are the way they are, how their pasts have shaped them, how complicated their emotions are in the face of what's going on.

Sorry for rambling, I don't know if what I'm writing makes sense because I'm still processing this chapter and english is hard 😂

Thank you so much for sharing this story with us, I can't wait to see what you have in store for book 2, bit in the meantime I'll be re-reading book 1 every chance I get!

Dropped wips was what I was so afraid of when this started. I knew I would see this through to completion if there was enough interest, but I started getting really worried about writers block. Or what if one of my kids got sick. Or what if something happened that just left me in a creative drop.

Since starting this story, I have gone through some personal things with my family life, have lived on only a Patreon income because my husband had to go on strike for almost three months, been up to my ears in medical bills, wondered how in the hell I was going to feed my kids at the time. We have gotten sick multiple times. We have started homeschooling. We have had breaks in very important friendships. And I just kept writing. It was a point of pride for me. That I was able to do this thing that I've wanted to do for so long, despite feeling sometimes like my world was being held together with Elmers glue. LOL! I don't regret starting this story for an instant. I don't regret the work I've put in either. It has provided me and my family with such a comfort over the last year that I completely understand when you say this story is a warm blanket. I am the author of it, yeah. But I am also a fangirl of these characters too.

Thank you so much for reading this and thank you so much for giving me a chance to prove what this story could be.

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[misdre]

that post about shit sponsor advertisement from influencers reminded me of some youtube vid i watched a while ago with a lengthy section in the beginning about the tuber praising temu and talking about all the shit she's bought from there this week or whatever praising the cheap prices and it's just. like. okay i get that youtubers and other video makers need these sponsors to make an income. but this fucking baby talk shit of fangirling over a really sketchy we-sell-everything online store with slavery tier prices and proudly showing off all the cheap disposable hot garbage you got for basically nothing from there and are probably throwin in the trash after filming the video.

and since then i've seen all these videos popping up in my recommendations about how problematic temu is and they apparently bombard youtubers to show off their shit. same with betterhealth, everyone and their moms has them as their sponsors, including many podcasts i genuinely respect but that company has been proven again and again to be full of shit and the opposite of what it makes content creators say about it.

anyway hate this fucking shit. i hate capitalism i hate influencers i love skipping and blocking ads any moment i can! sorry if someone loses a few bucks for that but frankly it's worth it because they should stop promoting harmful things anyway