#n i learned the piano too yeah music

[noxtivagus]

i wna write

[borathae]

"I’m honestly so free use with you when I sleep", you told him after a very passionate morning in the sheets. That was weeks ago. Right now, your confession is haunting Jungkook. Free use, you called it. Free use...The words sound sweet to his pleasure twisted mind. Free use... Jungkook gulps and chases the ecstatic feelings your sleeping body gives him. One more time. He needs it one more time. 

Alternatively: After accidentally turning Jungkook on before you fall asleep, you wake up to him using your willing body to get off. Not that you mind, as his reward for your submission is as sweet as honey.”

Pairing: Vampire!Jungkook x f.Reader

Genre: established relationship!AU, polyamory!AU, Camping Trip!AU, Smut 

Warnings: switch!Jungkook, subby!Reader, he calls her Mistress at first but then gets so needy that he takes the lead, Yoongi makes a short appearance, hints at various threesomes, hints at bondage, sex in a camper van, needy!Jungkook, consensual free use kink (free use in this story = you can do whatever you want to me, whenever you want), consensual somnophilia, kinda sensory deprivation because he does all of this to her in a dark room & she can’t see, Koo has sensitive nipples, nipple sucking, he rubs his nipples against her lips as she sleeps, he humps her thigh while she sleeps, and plays with her pussy while she sleeps, big cock, vampire fangs, needy begging, body & breast worship, strength kink (he rips her clothes & pins her down), dirty talk, sloppy oral (f.receiving), fast pussy fingering, lotsa drool & slick, squirting, he cums humping the mattress, cuddly aftercare, they’re in love & very needy for each other

Wordcount: 5.4k

a/n: besties, it is finally happening. Sanguis!Kookie is getting the smut he deserves. Get ready for lots of it because I am obsessed with him. I fucking LOVE him. This is set once he learned how to control his urges. Oh yeah, and it’s a Kinktober22 request that didn’t make the cut, surprise it’s here now! Have fun! 🤍

Today was a first for you and Jungkook. Your first ever couple trip. It wasn’t far. Just four hours by car to a small coastal town where every restaurant offered seafood and the air smelled of ocean. He drove while you napped.  

You spent the first day putting up your camper van by the beach and checking out the camp side. You spent too many minutes in the ocean and even napped under the shade of a big tree, cuddled up in a spacious hammock where Jungkook stole way too many kisses from you. Later in the evening – and after washing off the salt from your bodies and putting on pretty clothes – you went to eat at one of the restaurants where you ended up talking about too many things and drinking way too much wine.

It resulted in you getting so sleepy that you had just about enough energy to walk back to the camp side, wash up and fall into bed. The movie night you promised Jungkook was cancelled as you fell asleep five minutes after your head hit the pillows. 

Jungkook was left gawking at you with a big pout. He didn’t even have time to wash up and cuddle you in bed and you were already sleeping. 

Feeling utterly defeated, Jungkook leaves the camper to talk with Yoongi on the phone and make way for his frustrations.

“Hey, Kookie”, Yoongi picks up after the second ring, “what happened? Are you okay? Why are you calling me?”

“Yes, we’re okay. I’m sad. ___ already fell asleep because she drank too much wine.”

Yoongi chuckles fondly. 

“She’s cute”, he says, shifting on the chair in the music room. He was writing music on the piano before Jungkook called. He is smiling because hearing Jungkook’s voice makes him happy and hearing about your shared day makes him even happier.

“Yeah she is. Fuck hyung, it’s so unfair I want her but she’s asleep.”

“I can’t help you with that”, Yoongi says in a laugh, “why are you telling me?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t know who else to tell.”

Yoongi laughs harder, “you are so silly sometimes, Kookie. Just enjoy your time with her, slip under the blanket and hold her. Listen to her sleep, kiss her neck. She’s so soft when she sleeps.”

Jungkook presses his legs together even when standing up. You would fit so snugly against his chest. Jungkook can perfectly imagine just how warm and soft you would feel. How you would press against the spots which are so incredibly sensitive. Jungkook shifts, feeling heat threaten to gather between his legs.

“Kook?” Yoongi’s voice rips him out of his thoughts and to his reality. Shit. He completely forgot that he was talking with Yoongi on the phone. Jungkook feels his cheeks heat up at the realisation.

“Y-yeah?”

“Did you hear what I just said?”

“Yeah uh, yeah I did. Sorry, I was just thinking.”

“Mhm I could tell”, the fond smirk in Yoongi’s voice is obvious to Jungkook.

He flusters.

“I’m so stupid for calling”, he mumbles, “I’m sorry hyung, I know you can’t help me.”

“It’s alright, kiddo. You know you can always call me, yeah?”

“Mhm, yeah I do.”

“Good”, Yoongi says and chuckles softly, “I gotta agree though. I can’t help you. You gotta help yourself.”

“I know”, Jungkook whines, “shit, I’m just nervous.”

“Why? It’s just ___.”

“Exactly”, Jungkook widens his eyes, “I’m so scared to lose control.”

“Kookie”, Yoongi’s voice was soft but carried the slightest hint of a scold with it, “if there was even the slightest possibility that you could lose control, I wouldn’t have let you go on this trip. You are ready. Trust in yourself, my lovely.”

Jungkook smiles giddily, “thanks, my hyungie. I needed to hear this.”

“Always happy to help”, Yoongi says, “now stop talking to me and hold our princess, you fucking deserve it, goddamn it.”

Jungkook chuckles, “yeah okay, you’re right”, he giggles, “I’m excited, hyung.”

“Mhm, you can be. She feels like heaven.”

They end their call soon after. Yoongi will continue playing piano, but he will do so with a soft smile ever so slightly present on his lips. Jungkook returns to your camper van, sneaking a glance at your resting form. You are sleeping peacefully with your mouth agape in soft snores. Jungkook finds himself melting at the view and wanting to cradle you against his chest. He perseveres however, sneaking away into the small bathroom to clean off the day.

Jungkook returns after some time, wearing nothing more than a pair of satin boxers. He tiptoes to the bed and crawls on top. He knows that he can be careful without even having to try. Sneaking comes natural to his race. A vampire is, after all, meant to surprise its prey when they least expect it. 

He opens the blanket to slip inside. You roll to your back and then to your side. Jungkook halts, holding his breath. Your eyes open, searching for him in the darkness. Jungkook can see you perfectly, while you are clearly blind.

“Honey?” your voice is frail in sleep. 

“Go back to sleep”, Jungkook whispers. 

“I can’t.”

“Why not? Nightmare?”

You shake your head, eyes focusing on his face. At least you think that you do. You are looking right past him. Jungkook thinks it’s adorable. 

“I want snuggles”, you say and pout. 

Jungkook feels flutters in his tummy. You are so cute when you’re sleepy and a little tipsy. He closes the distance between you and him and picks you up just to rest you against his chest.

You rub yourself against him like a cuddly cat, humming softly.

“So nice”, you mumble, burying your face in his naked chest, “I love you, honey.”

“I love you too, my honeybee”, Jungkook says, kissing your hair, “sleep tight.”

You huff out air, running your fingertips along his waist. Jungkook feels goosebumps cover every single inch of his body because of it. 

“I dreamed of you”, you whisper slowly and very quietly. 

“You did?” Jungkook is melting under your touch, squeezing his legs together.

“Mhm, you moaned for me.”

“I did?” Jungkook croaks, rolling his hips into you as inconspicuously as possible, “why?”

“I made you cum”, you say and wrap your lips around his nipple to suck softly. 

“Ah”, Jungkook gasps, parting his lips. His body shudders, his cock throbs instantly. His nipples are his weak spots. You are so warm and wet around him. 

“Oh god, why are you doing this?” he chokes out, fighting every urge inside him not to take you against the fucking sheets right here and now. It’s like you pressed a button. He feels fucking charged.

“Is nice”, you murmur and continue to suck on him in rhythmical motions, growing slower and slower as the seconds turn into minutes.

Jungkook is a mess by the time your sucks are barely there, trembling in desperation and moaning into your hair. His cock is straining his briefs, his fingers twist the pillow behind your head. He would probably hurt you if he didn’t, because the only thing he truly wants to twist is a bundle of your hair. He would be way too rough if he did, having to twist the poor pillow instead.

“Oh god, honey”, Jungkook croaks, giving you a breathy moan afterwards. If he knew that he would get to feel something so incredibly good, he would have joined you in bed sooner.

You suck and suck and…suck and…stop. Your lips part and slip from his swollen nipple. Your tongue leaves it too. 

“Please don’t stop”, Jungkook begs, releasing the pillow to caress your head, “please? More?”

“Hm”, the sound you make is barely there. Your tongue darts out and licks his sensitive nipple. Soft, slow, barely there kitten licks is all he gets, but Jungkook is so charged in pleasure that he feels no different than when you sucked him. 

He moans instantly, closing his fingers around a bundle of your hair before he realises what he was about to do and he grabs the pillow instead.

“Thank you”, he sighs, "this feels so good. Oh god, it feels so good…”

Lick. Lick. Lick. Slower and slower. The pressure gets less. You breathe on his wet nipple. Like a huff of air. Involuntary and definitely not meant to stimulate him. Jungkook still moans and squirms. Your tongue stops.

“More please”, Jungkook begs, arching his chest into your mouth. Your lips press against his nipple, but don’t move. They simply rest on him and drive him insane. “Mistress?” Jungkook gets out.

No answer. You grow soft in his arms and seconds later, your breathing returned to a slow and steady rhythm. You have fallen back to sleep, now resting safely in his arms. 

You left him in his desperation. You used the sucking as nothing more than your way of relaxation. And while you found peaceful sleep through it, Jungkook is left feeling like bursting. His cock is so hard, his balls so swollen and his nipple is so sensitive that one little pinch would be enough for him to soak his boxers in slick. 

Jungkook pulls you closer and sobs softly.

“Don’t do that to me please”, he begs, “please wake up again please.”

Sleep however doesn’t release you and Jungkook is left with a painful hard on and sensitive nipples begging for attention. 

“Please wake up, please”, Jungkook begs, trying to wake you with a little shake of your head. You don’t wake, but what does happen is that your lips rub against his nipple. Jungkook moans softly, quickly realising what he just did and going up in flames as a result. 

“Sorry”, he gets out, “I, I didn’t mean to, I-”, he hesitates. It felt so good to do. Your lips are so soft and warm and still wet from all the licking you did. Would it be disgusting of him to do it again? Just one more time? 

There is a part of him which tells him that he is disgusting for wanting it and another part of him which keeps reminding him of that one conversation you had a few months ago. 

“I’m honestly so free use with you guys when I sleep”, you told Yoongi and him after a very passionate morning in the sheets where Yoongi woke you with oral while Jungkook jerked off and watched, “as long as you make sure that I don’t get hurt, you can honestly use my body however you want. Wake me with your cock stuffed in me if you want to, I’m so down.”

Back then, your confession resulted in Yoongi and Jungkook fucking you to the point where you cried from feeling too good. 

Right now, your confession is haunting Jungkook. Haunting and tempting and turning him into a version of himself which he feels very ashamed of. Free use, you called it. Free use…The words sound sweet to his pleasure twisted mind. Free use…

Jungkook gulps and squeezes the back of your head with his fingers. One more time. He presses your head closer and moves his chest. His nipple rubs against your lips. 

“A-ah hng”, he gets out and swallows audibly, feeling his cock twitch in his briefs. The feeling was indescribable. Your lips are so soft and wet. Now that sleep is keeping them relaxed, they are moving around his nipple sloppily. 

Again. He needs it again.

Jungkook presses into you and grinds his swollen bud against your lips. Electricity shoots down his body and moves his cock in a throb.

“Oh god”, he moans, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head, “I’m sorry, it’s so good. I’m sorry.”

He grinds his nipple into your lips and moans. It feels so good. You made him so swollen and hard and sensitive that now he is dizzy because of it. 

“I’m sorry, I can’t stop”, Jungkook whimpers, “Mistress, you feel so good.”

You give him no answer. You are slumbering peacefully. 

Jungkook presses himself closer, hoping for more of the sensation. He needs more of your mouth. More. You mewl and move your head away. He was too close, air was too sparse. 

Jungkook shimmies back, staring at you with glassy eyes. His nipples are throbbing. He wants more, but he knows that he should give you a break. He was greedy enough. 

He cups your cheek, runs his thumb over the lips he used so disgustingly before.

“I’m sorry”, he whispers, “I’m so horny, I didn’t know what I was doing.”

He has no idea why he apologises. He knows that he can do that to you. He was witness when Yoongi did far kinkier things to your sleeping body. He witnessed when he tied you to the bed and woke you with his fingers buried inside your already soaked pussy. And he was witness how you sleepily tried to fight the ropes only to beg for Yoongi’s vampire cock seconds later. And he was witness as Yoongi gave it to you, pounding into you until even the last ounce of sleepiness was fucked out of you.

Jungkook was witness to all of it and yet he still feels as if he committed a crime. He would feel far more terrible if his cock wasn’t that hard and his thoughts weren’t stuck on that night all of a sudden.  

“Oh god, I can’t help it”, Jungkook croaks and rolls you onto your back. He pins your hands against the pillow and wiggles his knee between your legs. Then he straddles your thigh, hovering above you that way. His curly hair hangs into his features messily, his blown out eyes are glued to your sleeping form. 

You look so innocent and sweet. Yoongi was right, watching you sleep is the best thing ever. It makes him feel so goddamn good. Especially when you look and feel so fragile under him. He feels so needed and strong, but also incredibly horny.

Jungkook angles his hips and rolls them against your thigh.

“Ah, hah ah”, he moans, squeezing your hands. Your thigh is grinding right against his swollen, hard cock. Slick covers his tip instantly, forcing his briefs to stick to it and making it slip against your naked thigh. 

You aren’t wearing panties. Jungkook can see it from the position because when he flipped you onto your back, your shirt slipped up your tummy and the blanket fell from your torso. Your pussy’s right there. Exposed to his eyes. As if you wanted to give him as little hurdles as possible. As if you wanted him to be able to access your pussy whenever he wanted to. 

Free use. 

You weren’t lying.

Jungkook moans throatily, punishing you with harsh rolls of his hips. He is aware that the only person that punishes is himself as this results in his cock rubbing against you with such vigour, Jungkook finds himself convulsing in reaction. 

“Fuck”, he rasps, “fuck, I’m so disgusting”, he chokes out and whimpers, “and you’re so perfect”, he gets out and furrows his brows, eyes focusing on your pussy. 

Maybe he is imagining it, but you are glistening. As if you are getting wet. Jungkook puts your hands together so he can hold both your wrists with one hand, then he lets his other run down your body. Along your arm, lingering on your neck and massaging your breasts for a while. 

You whimper, but don’t wake. 

“You’re perfect. Completely perfect.”

Jungkook speeds up his hips against your thigh, soaking more of his briefs. So fucking soft. You’re so soft when you sleep.

He runs his hand further down your body, your tummy is one of his favourite spots to touch. So soft and pretty. Next your hips. Jungkook fights every urge inside of him not to bruise it. Then your pussy. 

You moan in your sleep at the first touch, writhing underneath him as he drags his fingers through your folds. 

Jungkook trembles and squeezes your wrists. 

“So wet”, he growls, feeling his cheeks tingle as veins appear on his skin. He draws circles on your soaked entrance, looking at it with blown out pupils. The sexy dream you had before must have turned you on so much that you got wet. Jungkook moans and fucks your thigh in desperation. So wet and warm. So warm…

He wants to push inside, but doesn’t dare to. So he lifts his fingers, guiding them to his lips to suck them clean. 

The second your taste touches his tongue, Jungkook knows that he is done for. His eyes glow ruby instantly and his fangs are outside within not even a second. He moans deeply, cock ripping through his briefs from the sheer animalistic need he feels. Your thigh is covered in his slick instantly, resulting in his swollen cockhead to slip and slide all over your skin.

He moans, fucking your thigh as if he was already pounding your pussy. He is so turned on. He could cum right here and now if he wanted to. You are so goddamn sweet.

Jungkook sucks his fingers until even the last of your taste is gone. He slips out and moans deeply. His eyes don’t know where to look. Your pussy, your thigh, your tummy, your face, your tits. Your tits. Your nipples are swollen even under the fabric.  

Jungkook doesn’t think, he acts. He is too far gone to think. He rips your shirt and exposes your torso to his eyes. Your tits look so pretty when you are lying down and gravity does its perfect job. 

“Fuck, baby”, Jungkook whimpers and gathers one side in his spit covered fingers. He lowers himself and sucks your nipple into his mouth. 

“Ah”, you moan, arching your back. The scent of your wetness grows stronger in his nose and Jungkook swears that he sucks even harder because of it. He slides up your body, pressing his knee against your soaked pussy. 

A whimper slips past your lips. Jungkook soaks up the sound as much as he soaks up the feeling of your wet cunt against his knee. He rubs it into you demandingly, abandoning your wrists to instead gather your other breast as well. Hungry and full of greed, he leaves a sloppy trail of kisses on your chest as he changes sides. Your nipple slips between his fangs and he sucks hard. 

“Ah”, you moan, arching your back, “what? Ah! What?”

Jungkook lifts his head. You are awake again. Of course you are. It would have been a surprise if his rough touches hadn’t woken you. Your eyes search for him in the darkness. You look so out of it and confused.

“Don’t be scared”, Jungkook rasps, “I’m taking care of you.”

“I don’t get it, w-what are you doing?”

“You can’t just suck my nipples and expect me to be okay afterwards. I’m so fucking hard, feel it”, Jungkook grinds his huge cock against your thigh, pairing it with his knee grinding into your pussy. 

“Kook”, you moan, reaching for his hips.

“No”, Jungkook pins your hands above your head within a second, “stay where you are or I’m tying you up.”

“W-what?” you blink in the darkness, “I don’t understand. What are you doing?”

“Free use. That’s what you called it. Free use. I’m taking what’s promised to me.”

“Oh.”

Jungkook watches in delight as you roll your eyes back sensually. You arch your back off the sheets and throw your head back as best as possible.

“Holy fuck”, you choke out, rubbing your thighs against his legs in a needy attempt to press them together. 

“That’s okay with you, right?” he makes sure, “can I make use of it?”

“Yeah, fuck Kook. Yes”, you allow him, opening your legs again as you squirm sensually.

“Good. Wanna exchange safewords?”

“Mhm, snowdrop.”

“Yeah, snowdrop. Fuck, I’m gonna fucking ruin you”, he rasps and lowers his tongue to your body to lick a thick and hungry stripe down your tummy. 

You writhe and whimper, allowing it to happen with a racing heart. Like this, he isn’t holding your wrists anymore, but he doesn’t have to. Your body is still droopy enough that keeping your hands above your head is an easy task to do. 

It does get harder however when Jungkook buries his tongue between your folds. You expected anything but this. 

“Ah! Kook”, you gasp, bucking your hips up. 

Jungkook grips them and pins them into the sheets, growling into your pussy as he sends you a warning look. One you can’t see because it’s dark in here and you have your face scrunched up in pleasure.

Jungkook fucks the mattress and moans, changing his grip on your hips to one around your thighs just so he can push them apart and reveal more of your pussy to him. He growls again from the pleasure this brings him, burying his hungry mouth deeper between your folds. He licks eagerly, using the animalistic hunger he feels for you to keep it quick.

“Holy fuck, please don’t stop”, you moan, panting like crazy afterwards.

The thing with Jungkook and oral is that up until two months ago, he was unable to do it with you. He wanted to do it, but his urges were too strong to do it safely. If he had given you head, it would have resulted in him biting you and therefore hurting you. Not anymore. Jungkook has been practicing with you and Yoongi almost every third night. It was the result of one terribly sexy evening where Yoongi tied up Jungkook and then made him eat you out “as practice”.

Ever since then, Jungkook couldn’t get enough. He was insatiable, asking for more practice sessions whenever he gets the chance and fantasising about nothing other than having your pussy under his tongue again and again and again. 

Your taste haunts him. It stays with him when he isn’t eating your pussy and it tortures him with its absence until he has to beg for yet another “practice session” in order not to go mad. You are all aware that calling them practice sessions is nothing but a lie. Jungkook found his sweetest drug between your legs and needs it like an addict. He doesn’t want to practice, he wants to get high on you. And you won’t complain. Practicing with Jungkook feels like fucking heaven. 

And tonight it seems that he finally had enough of pretending that what he does is nothing but practice. You are alone with each other, no Yoongi or Taehyung to monitor him in sight. This isn’t practice anymore. This is honest sex. The thing he already did every third night under the guise of practicing. 

“Don’t stop, please”, you beg, feeling your thighs shake without having any sort of control over it. He is moaning and growling so much that besides the quick licks and strong sucks, Jungkook sends vibrations through your pussy and it’s making staying still impossible.

Jungkook thinks that he still goes a little feral during those moments. That would explain why his cheeks are covered in veins and why his fangs are out. You taste way too good. Jungkook didn’t think that your pussy would taste so good, but she does. He grows feral for your taste and feels withdrawal symptoms whenever he can’t taste you.

More. He needs more.

He buries three of his fingers in your pussy just to pick up your slick and lick it off his fingers. In the current position, his tongue grinds against your clit as he licks and you whimper his name as your hands finally leave their position.

You grab a bundle of his curly hair and twist it. Your other hand slips to your own thigh just so you can grab it in desperation.

Jungkook looks up. Your head is rolled to your side, your pretty tits move each time you pant for air. He wants to touch them and squeeze them and roll your nipples, but he physically can’t bring himself to leave your pussy. Instead, he buries his fingers back in your warmth. Three at a time and covered in his drool. This time around, he does it so he can massage your g-spot as he begins sucking and licking your clit. 

You wail and arch your back, kicking the sheets because you can’t handle this feeling otherwise. You dreamed of him before you woke. Like before, you dreamed of having him lie heavy in your hands as you made him cum. It was such an immersive dream until all of a sudden it stopped feeling like a dream and became your reality.

You can’t accept that this is your reality. That Jungkook is eating your pussy as he fingers you roughly. It’s too much for your sleepy brain to comprehend and all you can do is shake and tremble and kick the sheets as your fingers dimple your own thigh. 

Jungkook out of all the people is eating you out. After two months of extensive training, you should be used to his techniques, but you really aren’t. You never know what you will get with him. He can be so gentle and slow if he wants to, whilst other times he treats you with such roughness that you want to scream. He is never terrible however. As if giving head comes to him naturally. Like a vampiric purpose he is finally able to fulfil.

Jungkook breaks his lips away from your clit and presses his thumb against it instead. You know what that means, moaning his name loudly as Jungkook drags his heavy tongue up your torso.

Not being able to see what he does, adds excitement to all of this. “Please don’t stop, holy fuck”, you beg, feeling charged in pleasure. He is massaging your g-spot with such precision that there is a constant hot pressure deep inside your pussy. As if you were constantly on the edge of orgasming. You can’t handle it, but don’t want it to stop.

He takes your right nipple between his teeth and tugs hard. 

“Fuck", you squeak at the pinch, arching your back. 

“I wanna ruin you”, Jungkook growls, “I wanna fucking break you”, he adds and lifts his head, staring down at you with swollen, parted lips. His long fangs glisten behind them, but you can’t see them. You are blind to his current state. The black veins, long fangs, feral hunger in his eyes. You have no idea that it is happening, all you can do is moan and writhe for him.

“Don’t stop, please”, you beg unaware of his confession and slave to his touches. 

He speeds up his hand between your legs, fucking your pussy with angry precision. 

“Like this, baby? Mhm?”

You squeeze your eyes shut and sob softly. Waving your hands in the air panickedly until finally grabbing your own thighs. Jungkook watches it happening with a throbbing cock. 

“Kook, please.”

“So good”, he lulls, drooling on your chest, “shake for me. That’s my girl, shake for me.”

“I’m gonna cum”, you croak and sob, “please don’t stop, please.”

Jungkook doesn’t stop. He keeps going. He is addicted to two things. Your taste and your orgasms. Knowing that he out of all people can make you feel so good that your body has to climax in order to handle it, fills him with a rush of ecstatic pleasure. He wants it to happen anytime you announce it, making it his only goal for the time it takes you to get there.

“I wanna lick you”, he pants, “will this get you there? Can I please lick your pussy?”

“Yeah”, you mewl and sob, writhing under him.

“Fuck. Thank you”, Jungkook moans and disappears between your legs. He replaces his thumb with his tongue, but keeps the speed of his fingers going. With eager curls and fast motions, he fucks your pussy open as his tongue and lips work your swollen clit. 

Your voice breaks and you grow completely silent as you hold your breath. One. Two. Three. 

“Meehngn”, you let out in whimpers, now fighting for air in quick pants until it repeats itself again. Silence as you hold your breath and then squeaky sounds as you fight for more air. 

Jungkook knows that it’s only a matter of seconds by now. You get terribly non vocal whenever you are close. He fucks the mattress harshly, whimpering into your pussy. To think that he was able to fuck you so much these days that he learned that fact about you. It’s a dream come true. He is so fucking happy!

“No-ohw”, you choke out and break under his tongue. Your legs close around his head, your pussy squeezes his fingers and your clit throbs against his tongue. Your orgasm sits so deep, making you cry out because Jungkook moves just right to turn it from good to spectacular. 

You are so turned on and sensitive from the combination of all your dreams and Jungkook’s touches that it doesn’t need a lot for you to convulse to the point where you cover his face in your wetness. 

Jungkook moans loudly and cums. He fucks his throbbing cock into the sheets as he shoots cum everywhere. He can handle everything but not drinking your squirt. The smell of it is already enough to make him climax. Your taste is another story. One which make him cum so fucking hard that he feels delirious afterwards. 

He keeps his fingers buried in your pussy to feel your rhythmic clenches, but rests his head on your thigh, panting with you as you both recover. 

“I’m sorry”, you whisper in a frail voice.

“For what?” he asks in a husky voice.

“I should have warned you.”

“Don’t apologise”, Jungkook clears his throat. Your taste still lingers on his tongue. He feels his head pound because of it, “don’t ever apologise for that.”

“I don’t know what to do”, you confess.

“Why?” he lifts his head, “are you okay?”

“No?” you laugh, “you just ruined me.”

“I told you that I would, didn’t I?”

“Yeah…”

You giggle and you sound so sweet doing it that Jungkook wants to kiss you. He gathers his already recovered strength and kisses a trail up your torso. You gasp and grow softer underneath him. This feels like heaven. To be brought to your breaking point, only to be loved so tenderly afterwards is heaven.

“Koo”, you get out, presenting your neck to him so he can kiss it. He does so with a happy sigh, slipping his fingers out of you to instead caress your waist. It fits so perfect between his fingers and all he really wants to do is cherish it. Neither of you mind that this spreads your wetness all over your skin.

“Thank you”, he whispers, stubbing your jawline with his nose.

“For what?”

“For this experience. I know you talked about free use, but it’s a privilege to be able to touch you, not a right. So thank you.”

You roll your head to look at him. You are looking right past him again. Jungkook smiles because of it. 

“I’m happy when you touch me”, you whisper and smile droopily.

Jungkook giggles and kisses your forehead.  

“I’m gonna give you so many orgasms on this trip”, he whispers against your skin, “you have no idea.”

You squirm and giggle, wrapping your fingers around his biceps to squeeze them gently.

“Don’t say that.”

“Mhm, no I will”, he whispers and snuggles into you, purring softly as he suckles on your neck to find relaxation. 

You sigh, closing your eyes as tranquillity washes over you.

“Did you rip through your briefs?” you ask him now that you feel his softened cock press against your leg. 

“Yeah”, he says and chuckles, “I lost it at your taste.”

You snicker, “you have the strongest cock ever, this is impressive.”

“In my defence, my vampire cock kinda has a mind of its own sometimes. I’m still not completely in control.”

“Don’t apologise, it’s hot”, you say and nuzzle into him, “I can’t wait to wake up to it stuffed in me tomorrow, yeah?”

“You’re unfair”, Jungkook mewls, “fuck, now Imma dream of it.” 

He makes you laugh, “sorry.”

“So mean”, he mumbles and pouts. 

He feels way too drained from his orgasm to feel truly affected by what you just said. You feel too ruined by your orgasm to want him to act on it right now. It still feels nice to tease each other. 

Jungkook cuddles into you, closing his arms around you. 

“Wanna stay like this forever”, he confesses and sighs happily.

“Me too”, you say, hugging his arm as best as possible.

You drift off to sleep together in this position, smiling because it felt so good to finally be able to love each other without any kind of restraints.

[desi2go]

Prince and Princess

part one -- part two

pairing: prince Chan x princess reader

Warnings: forced marriage, royalty au, strangers to lovers, fluff

summary: When your parents engaged you with the prince of a neighbouring country, you flee. On your way you meet a handsome man...

author's note: Here is the part two of my little series! Have fun💕

To say that getting used to your new life was easy, is a lie. After your wedding day, everything changed. Temporary, for your honeymoon, you slept in Chan's room. It's not that you didn't like his room, it was big and so comfortable but whenever when both, Chan and you, were alone in the same room, there was this uncomfortable silence that filled the entire atmosphere.

He had always his back turned towards you, raising a wall between you and him, when he slept or acted like he was sleeping. But mostly you didn't even met him outside from dinner. He was always up and working when you woke up. And then, he came back late, too late so that you are usually asleep already. It was like he avoided you. The only time you saw each other was at dinner.

The first days after your wedding, he made conversation while eating. Well, perhaps only because your parents and his accompanied it. But as soon as they were on their way back home, he avoided you more and more. It was like there wasn't a time before the wedding. Like you were real strangers even though you had met him before in the forest.

Life in the castle was boring. All you did was sitting the whole day and waiting for the time to pass. You would die to read something just a small novel or anything else. But the boredom was killing you. And the loneliness. Just the maids accompanied you but they didn't know you and they strictly held their distance.

Chan didn't even show you around. Sometimes you just wandered around, not knowing where the heck you were.

Carefully, you knocked on the wooden door to Chan's work room. You didn't even know where it was, you had to ask a maid to lead you.

"Come in" he said dulled by the door. You entered the comfortable room with a large table in it. He was leaned forward, studying a map. His hair was disheveled and you could see dark circles under his eyes.

He looked up, surprised to see you standing there.

"Y/n. What can I do for you?"

"May you show me the palace, please?" You asked determined that you would bring him to leave this room for a moment.

He sighed, rubbing his hands over his face. "I have important things to deal with"

You scoffed. "I am your wife. I'm not important?"

"Of course you are important too." He paused. "Just give me five minutes and I will show you around" You nodded excited.

Just some minutes later, Chan guided you through the hallways, stopping from time to time to show you a room. He showed you a room with thousands of different instruments. Surprised, you entered it to inspect the instruments.

"I didn't expect you to have a whole room with instruments" you exclaimed, grabbing a violin.

"Yeah. I quite enjoy to make music" he explained, following you into the room, sitting down in front of the piano.

"Really? My mother made me learn the violin. It was fun" you stated. Chan's hands traced the keys of the piano, gently pressing down to create the first tones. With quick fingers, he played with the keys, letting the room fill with clear and harmonic sounds. Impressed, you watched him. He had a massive talent.

"I'm impressed" you said when he stopped. "Thanks" he just answered, leading you out the room and in the hallway.

The atmosphere was better, like the first sun after days of clouds, you could finally see a bit of the man that you have met in the woods. He was still distant but know you could keep a light conservation going without much awkwardness.

At the end of your tour, he showed you the library. It was far bigger than yours at home and extended over three floors. You deeply inhaled the smell of the books, observing the hundreds of shelves. The big windows with their endless curtains complimented the room, turning it into a comfortable environment for reading.

"You like it?" He questioned, leaning against a shelf. "Like? I love it!" you exclaimed, running a finger over the wood of the shelf.

"I'm glad. You can read everything in here and even more if you want" he stated, a smile forming on his lips.

You frowned. "I am allowed to read? You don't think it's inappropriate for a woman?" you asked hesitant.

"Of course. Why should it be inappropriate?"

"My parents hated it when I read. A woman doesn't need this knowledge, they said" you explained, playing with the fabric of your yellow dress.

"Here, you can read how long and how often you want" he reassured.

"Really?" You couldn't believe it. You thought that he would hate it if you read, seeing it as inappropriate and unnecessary.

"Of course. You can start now if you want." He responded, signaling to the shelves filled with thousands of books.

"I'll do that" You smiled, picking at your nails when you wandered through the aisles, reading the headlines of the books and deciding what you should read first.

He chuckled. "I'll leave you alone then. Have fun" he said as he left the library, probably going back to his work room. Excited, you picked a novel and sat down on one of the comfortable armchairs near the huge windows, the sun shining through.

For hours, you read and read. From time to time, you send a maid to get you something to drink but you never left the chair. It didn't take long before the book was finished. A maid, informed you just moments later that dinner was ready.

Hungry, you stretched, your limbs tense due to the sitting, and followed her into the dining hall. Chan already sat at the end of the huge table, clearly waiting for you. You sat down on the only other chair. The smell of the delicious food filled the room. Everything you could dream of stood within reach. Just Chan seemed to have fixed the wall of his cold prince behaviour. Or maybe his appearance in the woods back then was a facade and this was the real him.

He just confused you. He was respectful but distant. But earlier this day, you could feel the wall crumble and you could see Chan not just prince Christopher.

"Will you accompany me to our chamber?" You asked as soon as you finished eating even though you knew the answer.

"I'm sorry but I still need to work" he insisted and stood up, leaving you alone in the huge room that felt even bigger when the only one in there was you.

By now you knew what his father meant when he said that Chan likes to bury himself in work. Well, he wasn't just burying, no, he was working himself to death.

You layed in bed with open eyes, still deep in thoughts when you heard the heavy door open and Chan sneaked in. With a low sigh, he got into bed right behind you, the bed giving away under his weight and his arm touching your back. Soon you could feel his breath against you neck, causing a comfortable shiver. You rolled around slightly so that you could get a peak on the sleeping prince next to you. Even without light you saw his tiredness. Carefully not to wake him up, you brushed a hair out of his face. You liked him, a lot, if you admitted and you hoped that you will get some sort of friends at least in this marriage.

♕✯♛

Days passed and while Chan worked all day and nearly the whole night, you spend all your time in the library, making it you hobby to read every single book in there. Even though you were still lonely, you could at least distract you with reading. You wondered if Chan even thought about you.

His parents leaved you two alone a lot. Just from time to time, they accompanied both of you at dinner. You liked his parents. It was clear that both deeply cared for their son and even though they might not be in love with each other, they had a great relationship. And now since you were a part of the family, they felt like the normal parents you never had.

You were excited when they told you that you'll visit a town near the palace so that the people could meet you.

The following day, you sat in a carriage for the first time since you married. Chan was right beside you, looking out and deep in thought. Infront and behind the carriage at least four soldiers shielded you from possible attacks.

The dress that your maids made you wear, was uncomfortable due to the tight corset. Sitting was difficult and painful since the bottom of the corset pressed into your hips.

Chan looked fabulous. He was dressed in a tight suit with shining armour, visualising the picture of the perfect prince. The black colour of his suit made him look majestic and symbolised the power and strength he held. On his head was the crown, perfectly in place even after two hours of sitting in that damn carriage.

You couldn't wait to step out of it. You reached the outskirts of the town, people pointing at you when they saw you looking out. Hesitant you waved back. In the city centre, the carriage finally came to a halt. Immediately, you wanted to jump out but you knew that Chan was the first to step out, so you waited for your turn.

Chan held his hand up when you stepped out, not wanting you to trip. You grabbed it thankfully, already enjoying the sun on your skin. There was already a crowd that observed you curiously.

"Hello people, I want you to meet my wife, princess y/n" he introduced you. Many people smiled at you, waving and shouting a hello. He sneaked an arm around your waist, signaling that you belonged to him. He lead you through the streets, speaking with different persons. You could see that he loved his people and like to be around them.

A little kid came running up to you, tugged at your dress to get your attention. Carefully to not loose your tiara, you kneeled down, being now eye to eye with the little boy that couldn't be older than five.

"Your beautiful princess y/n!" He exclaimed, holding out a flower with the other hand.

"Oh thank you, little one. Is that for me?" You questioned with a smile. Proudly, he gave you the flower, a toothy smile on his lips. "Yes! I have picked it especially for you"

You couldn't help but laugh. This boy was just too sweet.

"I'm honoured. Thank you" you replied, ruffling through his hair. Giggling, the boy ran back to his mommy. You felt Chan's stare the entire time even after you slowly stood up. His face remained distant but his eyes were filled with a warmth and adoration you barely saw. His arm circled your waist once again as you continued your walk.

"The boy was so sweet!" You stated for the tenth time as you sat again in the carriage back to the palace. Countless times you had smelled on the flower, enjoying the sweet scent.

"Yeah, he was really cute" Chan answered.

"How often do you visit the towns?"

"Whenever it's possible. I love to be under the people"

You smirked. "I noticed that".

"That's why they all looked at you so respectfully when we were at the market!" You added.

He rubbed his neck and adjusted his position.

"Yes, they all knew who I was"

You wanted to ask him why he didn't reveal his identity when you first met. But you feared that this wasn't the right time and he would just block off.

♕✯♛

Another day passed and you decided that you'll take your relationship with Chan into your own hand. With a book from the library, you stood in front of his working room. With a deep breath, you knocked determined. Again, Chan mumbled a come in. Like last time, you studied something on his table, observing you from his spot. His hair fell in his face the way he was bend over the wooden desk.

As always, he looked tired. You didn't want to know how much he had slept last night.

"Can I do something for you?" He questioned, pushing the sleeves of his white chemise up.

"Actually, I thought I could accompany you while you work" your voice became thinner at the end, fearing a rejection. Surprise took over his face and a wide smile appeared.

"I don't mind at all. Please, make yourself at home" he mentioned to the little couch on the other end of the room.

For hours, you were completely zoned out while reading. And you loved the thought of someone being there even if no words were exchanged. It felt like you weren't so alone anymore, like you found something that you could do with Chan.

Right on time, you dragged him to dinner even against his will to work more. The evening was filled with comfortable chattering and after dinner, you urged him to play chess with you.

"Are you sure you want to play against me? The chess champion?" He questioned teasingly.

"You need to win against me before you coul actually call you a champion." You responded, starting the game.

After a few moves, it was clear that this will be a head-to-head-racing and you definitely won't let him win, not under any circumstances. Sometimes he did a great move and sometimes you. But at the end it was clear who the actual champion is.

"Who is the champion now, huh?" You teased when you did the winning strike and knocked over his king.

He sighed disappointed in himself but clearly amused.

"Alright, I think that's enough of chess now" he said.

"Say it" you urged him.

"I think it's time for bed" he tried to distract.

"Say it!" You exclaimed while laughing.

"You're the champion. Satisfied?"

You hummed in agreement, following him into your room. After changing, both of you jumped into bed. It was the first time that he really went to bed when you were still awake. And you were delighted that he didn't work in the middle of the night. Surprisingly fast, you fell asleep with a smile on your lips.

The next morning, you woke up from the sunlight, trying to move away from the brightness. But instead something held you in place. You snapped your eyes open, seeing that Chan had draped an arm protectively over your waist and his legs were tangled between yours. Carefully you looked down to get a better look. His face layed on your shoulder while his face was hidden between your neck and hair, his hot breath hitting the skin. Little snores escaped him.

It was the first time that he still slept when you woke up. Usually, he would be sitting in his office at this time but the sleep seems to be necessary.

After thirty minutes, you needed to go to the bathroom urgently. You thought that he would eventually wake up soon after you but Chan still slept. Slowly, you tried to roll away, detangling your legs. But he just tightened his grip, pressing his head further into your hair to get away from the sunlight. You chuckled, pushing some of his hair away.

He grumbled as you tried waking him by brushing over his silky hair. Eventually, he rolled over, letting you escape. After a quick run to the bath, you sat in one of the armchairs, reading the next book while watching over your husband.

Slowly, he rose from the bed, rubbing his eyes and yawning.

"Good morning, Christopher"

His eyes fixated you, his hair dishevelled and all over his face, yet he looked absolutely handsome.

"To you as well, y/n" he answered, getting out of bed.

"Before I forget it. Tomorrow evening we are supposed to attend a ball from an influential lord" he added before leaving the room.

♕✯♛

"Who is this lord?" You asked your husband on the way to the ball. Again, you sat in a carriage, clearly annoyed from the back and forth after over an hour.

"He is a friend of my father. Every year, he hosts a ball" he explained.

Anxious, you fiddled with the fabric of your midnight blue dress. Slowly it becomes a habit. You hated crowds and a ball was something you hated with every fibre of your being. It was like you were served on the silver plate for everyone to look at and to judge. One wrong move and the whole society will know it by the next morning, making fun of you.

You were now crown princess and the attention you are getting just doubled. Luckily, you could cling to Chan the whole evening, being like a dog, following around.

Like a gentlemen, he got out of the carriage as soon as it stopped in front of the pompous resident, helping you out. You clinged to his arm as he lead you to the entrance. Just shortly after you entered the ball, he was busy with holding conversations to different types of people. But one thing they all had in common. They were willing to kiss Chan's shoes even if it just brought them a small advantage.

After the luxurious dinner, the lord spoke with you. He was an elder man who eyed you from head to toe. Even though your dress wasn't revealing anything, you felt naked and insecure in his gaze. He theoretically undressed you just with his eyes. Your grip at Chan's hand doubled, holding him and hoping he wouldn't let you alone with him.

Currently, he was speaking to said lord, laughing quietly at the joke that wasn't even funny.

"I must say that you have a really beautiful wife, your grace. I bet she fulfills all your desires" the lord said, laughing loudly.

Chan face darkened when he realised what the old man said. All his expressions hardened.

"Beg your pardon?" He snarled. His arms circled your waist, reassuring you that you wouldn't be left alone.

"I'm sorry. I didn't want to be disrespectful in any way. She just seems to be the perfect little wife" In the lord's eyes sparkled lust and desire. You shivered uncomfortable.

"Lord, it was a pleasure to speak with you" he excused both of you, underlining the word wife and leading you outside.

"He is creepy" you mumbled, when you stepped out of the resident.

Chan just hummed in agreement, clearly offended and angry.

"I'm sorry that I didn't stop him earlier. I-"

"It's okay. Thank you for even stepping up for me" you interrupted him. He clenched and unclenched his fists.

"It's not. You are my wife. He shouldn't even think about that in the slightest. And I was oblivious at first. I should have protected you" he exclaimed. You tried to calm him with running your fingers over his arms, feeling the tension in his muscles.

"You protected me, Christopher. I know I'm safe with you" you said calmly.

"Don't call me that" he said tense.

"What? Why? But it's your name." You questioned confused.

"Because I like the way you said Chan to me in the woods. And it reminds me of the first time, I saw you" he mumbled, his sparkly eyes reflecting the moon. The tension was leaving his body. Slowly you wandered through the maze out of the prettiest flowers.

"Chan..." You whispered, halting in the middle of the maze at the beautiful pavilion filled with flowers. Just the moon accompanying both of you.

His eyes finally flicked towards your face, your eyes.

"I never met anyone like you, Y/n. It's maddening how much you consume my very being from the moment I met you not knowing who you are."

His eyes wandered down to your lips, tracing the form of them with his gaze.

"All I can think about is you. And I want to be nowhere except with you" he added. He bared everything to you, gave his heart in your hands. You didn't find any words that could describe your feelings for him. Tenderly, you placed your hands on his cheeks.

"I won't go anywhere. I'll stay" you whispered and he closed his eyes as he pressed his lips against yours. They felt so light against yours, so velvety. The kiss was completely different from the one you shared at your wedding. It's passionate and full of unspoken words.

Slowly, he moved his lips and deepened the kiss. Your hands wandered to his neck, caressing his smooth hair. His own fingers held you tight, kneading the skin on your waist.

He interrupted the kiss, laying his forehead against yours, your crowns crashing together on your heads. The distance he held was long gone, replaced with passion and tenderness. He opened his arms, hugging you tight as you layed your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

"I was afraid that you wouldn't want me" he confessed. You lifted your head.

"Why that?" You were shocked. Why wouldn't you want him?

"You liked me as a normal man not the prince of a country"

You cupped his cheek again, loving it how he leaned into that touch.

"I like you as a normal man and as a prince. It doesn't matter what status you have. As long as you'll always be by my side" you whispered.

He chases your lips once again, pouring all he got into it.

♕✯♛

Tags: @50-husbands @intartaruginha

[heavyhitterheaux]

Not So Humble Beginnings

Love You a Little Bit Series

Synopsis: Jack is captivated by a new country singer out of Nashville when he goes to one of her shows reluctantly. When the two of you meet, Jack finds out about your hesitations on getting to know him and tries to do his best in order to change your mind.

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Country Singer!Reader

Please Do Not Repost My Content Anywhere

Jack sighed in frustration as he, Urban, and Clay finally got settled in their seats on the balcony of the venue to see some singer that Urban had been obsessed with lately and apparently he learned on the way over here that Clay was infatuated with her too. He didn't even know her name, but everyone had insisted that he get some fresh air and get out of the studio at least for a few hours despite his protests. He was quickly pulled out of his thoughts by Clay talking to him.

“Will you get that look off your face? You can relax for a few hours.”

“You and Urban wanted to come, not me. I have a deadline to meet and I seem to be the only one that cares.”

“Will your ass stop being so fucking dramatic? You might end up liking her music.” Urban added as he took a long sip of the Coke that he had gotten before walking upstairs to the balcony area.

“Who is performing anyway?” Jack asked as he rolled his eyes since he knew that there was no possible way that he could escape.

“Her name is Y/N Y/M/N, she's gotten really popular over the last year. You've probably heard one of her songs but didn't know it was her.” Clay answered as he noticed that the venue was starting to fill up.

Jack simply shrugged in response because the name didn't sound familiar to him and pulled out his phone to pass the time in the hopes that you would be coming on stage soon.

About thirty more minutes passed when the lights began to dim and cheers were erupting across the entire venue. Jack was taken aback when he noticed that Clay and Urban had joined in and simply shook his head at them. Smoke was lining the stage before you appeared and the screams got even louder.

“Nashville, it's been a while, but I promised that I would be back for you. How are we doing tonight?”

Once Jack had seen you for the first time, his eyes went wide and went even wider when you opened your mouth and began to sing.

“You got that

90 proof love when the bar shuts down

2am you're just drunk On the town

Got that lonely kickin in

Jack D got you lookin for a rewind

One more last time

Like the last time

Hittin up my phone

Sayin swearing that you miss me

You ain't been the same

Ever since you ain't with me

But I know You ain't here in the name of love

You're just here in the name of whiskey”

And you could play the guitar along with the piano.

The entire time that you performed, Jack was mesmerized and made it his mission to find everything out about you that he possibly could once the show was over. What he didn't expect was when you were singing your last song, “Buckle Bunny”, a person that he assumed was on your team came up to him on the balcony.

“Mr. Harlow, I'm Carmen, Ms. Y/L/N's assistant, Ms. Y/L/N is requesting that you meet her backstage once the show is over.” She politely said to him.

“Yeah, sure thing.” Jack answered nonchalantly, but nevertheless he was excited.

Once you got off the stage, Carmen handed you a water bottle that you took a generous swig from before she was eyeing you as she led the two of you down the hallway leading to your dressing room.

“What, you weirdo?” You asked her as she then took your guitar from you as the two of you were now in front of your dressing room door.

“You won't believe who came tonight!!” Carmen basically yelled at you, but then she got quiet and you were waiting for her to go on.

“Are you going to tell me or just stand there smiling?”

“JACK HARLOW!” Carmen exclaimed excitedly, but you just continued to look at her which immediately made her get a confused look on her face.

“Don't you like his music? I invited him backstage when the show was over so that the two of you could talk.”

“YOU WHAT!?” You replied while looking at her in disbelief.

“I found out where he was sitting and told him to come backstage! What's the problem? Having a connection like that could be huge for you.”

You took a deep sigh before responding to her and had to realize that she couldn't have known your dislike for him since you had never told her.

“He was rude to my best friend Rory and ever since then I was never able to look at him the same. She has a vendetta against him and since we're basically the same person, so do I.”

Your next thoughts were interrupted by security bringing Jack back along with two other people and Carmen quickly pinched you to tell you to fix your face.

Before Jack could say anything to you, one of the people who he was with quickly stepped in front of him and you learned that his name was Urban who come to find out was Jack's best friend and he simply told you how much he loved your music. While the other person who introduced himself you learned was Clay and Jack's younger brother. The resemblance was undeniable and soon it was Jack's turn.

“It's nice to meet you and I love your voice.” Was all he said before bringing you into a hug which you gladly accepted.

“Thank you so much and thank you for coming. I really appreciate it.” You replied when the two of you finally broke apart.

“These two said I could use a break from being in the studio all day so the credit goes to them for bringing me.”

“I'm happy that I was able to distract you for a little while. Do you usually record in Nashville?” You asked to make friendly conversation.

“As of lately. I've been spending a lot of my time here and back home in Louisville.”

“Oh, that's right. I forgot that's where you're from.”

“So you’re a fan I take it?”

By this time, Carmen had walked off and she said for you to fix your face, but not to lie to the man.

“At one point I was.” You answered being completely honest. By this time, everyone else was deep in their own conversations and no one was really paying the two of you any attention.

“Wait? What changed?” Jack asked while laughing because he thought you were joking with him.

“My best friend met you and you weren't the nicest towards her so seeing as me and her are the same person, that's what started it.”

Jack looked at you confused and didn't quite know what to say next as you were literally just staring at him with a tight lipped smile. He didn't get a chance to respond as Carmen interrupted making all of your attention go to her.

“Hey, more people are asking for you.”

“Okay. Jack, it was nice meeting you. If you're going to be around Nashville for a while maybe we'll run into each other.”

“Uh yeah, nice meeting you too.”

Jack didn't know how to feel about the conversation that had just taken place and he was at a loss as you walked away from him and was laughing at something Carmen had whispered to you. First thinking that you were joking and then confirming that you weren't by your continued explanation made a pit grow in the bottom of his stomach. He had quickly become a fan during your show and seeing you perform, but it was clear that you didn't want anything to do with him despite how polite you had been. He was pulled out of his thoughts by Urban telling him that he and Clay wanted to go to a restaurant down the street from the venue and Jack quickly agreed with the thought of you now being pushed to the back of his mind.

A few days later, Jack was back in the studio when he decided to take a breather and was making his way to the front of the building to exit it in order to get some fresh air. You had been on his mind heavily and he simply wanted to get another opportunity to speak with you in the hopes that the two of you could reconcile and start fresh without the incident concerning your best friend hanging over his head. He knew that he wasn't a mean or a rude person so this had truly been bothering him and he hated the fact that now that was your perception of him. He wasn't paying attention to where he was going as he was looking down at his phone and mistakenly bumped into someone.

“Oh, I'm sorry.” He heard a small voice say, and fate must have been on his side because when he looked down, he was staring at you.

“Y/N, uh hey. It's not your fault. I wasn't watching where I was going. You record here too?” He asked, trying to make conversation, but all you did was give him that same tight lipped smile.

“Yes, I always have since I started recording my music. I'm always in studio B. For some reason all the other ones don't do it the same for me.” You politely answered as you typed on your phone quickly to let Carmen know where you were. Of course you were late once again and she was currently yelling at you through a series of text messages.

It was quiet for a few seconds before Jack spoke up again, coming to the conclusion that he probably wasn't going to get very far with you. At least not today. This conversation felt like pulling teeth and last time he checked he wasn't a dentist.

“Well, I don't want to keep you, so….”

Jack didn't even get a chance to finish his sentence before you immediately cut him off.

“See you around.” You quickly answered as you made your way down the hallway. Jack simply sighed as he watched you walk away, but at least he knew now where he could find you multiple days out of the week.

After that night at your show, Jack found out as much as he could about you which had him staying up at least until two that morning. He found out that you were an independent artist that was born in Louisville, grew up in Nashville and was now residing there. You were two years older than him and he found out that you were a pisces like he was. You had released a few EP's and had also released your album Buckle Bunny which had been at number one on the charts for weeks.

Once Jack made it back in the studio, all eyes were on him as he sat down and Clay asked him if he was ready to start back up again.

“I just ran into Y/N. Literally. Like I almost knocked her over.”

“Wait! She's here!?” Clay excitedly asked because he definitely wanted to work on a song with you if the opportunity presented itself.

“She's always in studio B apparently since that's her favorite one she told me and I've come to the conclusion that she also hates me.”

“Wait, what? How do you figure that?” Urban asked as he looked at him confused.

“Apparently I was rude to her friend when her friend had met me before even though I never remember being rude to any fan, but that's what did it. And now she and her best friend have a vendetta against me.”

“Oh.”

“I asked, so you must be a fan, then? Since she knew I was from Louisville and she then proceeded to say that she used to be and that had obviously taken me by surprise and then she goes and tells me why. I legit thought she was joking at first.”

“Damn. Jack messed things up before anything really got started.”

“She simply keeps things short and sweet. I want to fix this with her so hopefully she gives me the opportunity to do that.”

“Hmm, from the way that these two interactions went, I highly doubt it.”

The studio session came and went as Jack didn't stay for much longer since he knew that he was going to be back early the next morning. As he was laying down and drifting off to sleep, the wheels in Jack’s head started turning as he was trying to think of a way to ease the tension between the two of you. After about thirty minutes of trying to come up with an idea, it finally came to him.

The other night he had watched an interview of you that he had come across while scrolling through Instagram and you said that your favorite flowers happened to be sunflowers and roses and you liked how they looked when they ended up being combined together. Starting tomorrow he was going to leave a bouquet of flowers for you in the studio and write a note attached to it hoping that you would see it.

Meanwhile it was three in the morning and you were wide awake while on facetime with your best friend Rory who had just gotten back from New York and you had yet to tell her what happened between you and Jack. It had now been a few days and you figured that now was a good time to tell her.

“RoRo.”

“Oh goodness. You only use that tone when it's something serious so go ahead and spit it out.”

“Guess who came to one of my shows a few weeks ago?”

“Ohh was it Method Man!? He is GORGEOUS.”

“Rory, he has CHILDREN as old as you.” You exclaimed while rolling your eyes, but she just shrugged.

“I'm just trying to find where the point is in your statement… oh, that's right. There isn't one.” She answered as you saw her starting to unpack her suitcases. She always did right after she got back from a trip and you told her that she was a psychopath for doing it.

“You are so damn annoying, but it was your favorite rapper.”

“Me and Cardi got beef. We not talking right now. Have you seen those ticket prices for her tour? I'll be in the parking lot.”

“NOT HER!”

“Then who!?”

“Jack Harlow.”

Rory's entire expression changed as she rolled her eyes and sucked her teeth at your response.

“Don't nobody care about his big headed ass anymore.”

“He came backstage and I met him and we can thank Carmen for that one. Completely caught me off guard.”

“Hmm…. I hope he wasn't rude to you. And why would she set you up like that!?”

“And I told him about his little run in with you and how I used to be a fan until that happened.”

“Girl no the FUCK you didn't…” Rory exclaimed while pausing to look at you from unpacking.

“I think he thought that I was joking with him at first, but he changed his tune quickly after that.”

“I cannot believe you told him that to his face.”

“Well what else was I supposed to do? Lie? It's not like I was mean about it.” You asked and she was still looking at you dumbfounded.

“Well no, but a connection like that would do you some good in the music industry. You're just starting out and the last thing that you need to be doing is making enemies.”

“Umm, excuse me ma'am? Whose side are you on?” You asked while munching on your sour patch kids.

“Always yours! Don't be stupid but I don't know, maybe you should give him a chance.”

“What the? What the hell have you done with my best friend? Any other time he's brought up, you're ready to burn him at the stake!”

“I'm still here! But I mean truth be told that was so long ago. I do still have a vendetta against him, but to be honest it wasn't totally his fault. Soooo, you could probably let him off the hook.”

“Rory…… I basically just told this man to fuck off and now you're trying to tell me it was a misunderstanding!?”

“I… well…. It wasn't really him, but more so who he was with. His manager, Neelam.”

“RORY WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME THE ENTIRE STORY!?!? NOT YOU MAKING ME HATE THIS MAN ALL FOR IT NOT TO BE HIS FAULT!”

“I'M SORRY! MAYBE YOU TWO CAN START FRESH!”

“Fuck! Rory! Now he probably thinks I hate him!”

“We can fix this!”

“No, Ro. You are staying as far away from this situation as possible. We do record at the same studio so maybe I'll run into him again.”

“Ask him out on a date!”

“WHAT!? NO! I don't even know if he likes me like that and he probably doesn't, considering how I interacted with him.”

“You never know though. I think you should go for it.”

“It seems like every time I listen to you, I find myself in a bigger mess than before.”

“I'm getting better!”

All you did was give her the side eye as you continued to eat your sour patch kids.

Over the course of the next few weeks, every single Friday, there would be a bouquet of flowers waiting for you at the studio before you would start your session and you had no idea where they had been coming from or who had placed them there.

Obviously they knew you well since it was always a combination of your favorite flowers which were sunflowers and roses. Carmen came to the conclusion that you had a secret admirer and you just shook your head at her, but you definitely wanted to know who this person was. Surprisingly you hadn't crossed paths with Jack even though you had been hoping that you would. But you figured that when the time was right, it would happen. You wanted to make amends and hopefully get to know him, if he still wanted to that is.

It was close to four in the morning and everyone had already left when you found yourself gathering all your belongings so that you could head home. Once you made sure that you had everything, including your newest bouquet of flowers, you started walking towards the front of the building.

Once in the parking lot, you realized that your car was parked next to Jack’s, as he was leaning on it and typing quickly on his phone. You walked up to him and waited for him to notice you. When he didn't, you simply tapped him on the arm.

“Hey. Haven't seen you for a while.”

“Oh, hey. Yeah, it's been a minute. I've been doing some appearances here and there between being here so I guess we've been missing each other.” Jack said as he now gave you his full attention and placed his phone in his pocket.

“You usually leave this late?” He asked and you immediately shook your head no.

“No, but I had a few more things that I wanted to work on before I left so I stayed a little while longer. I could ask you the same thing.”

“I couldn't sleep, so I came for about two hours. I'm about to head out now.” Jack answered as he was looking at you holding the bouquet of flowers and hoping that you would mention the notes that he had been leaving for you.

“Um, I'm not tired and there's a 24 hour diner not too far away from here. Want to get breakfast with me?” You asked as you looked up at him hopefully.

Meanwhile Jack's heart rate had increased and he couldn't believe what was happening.

“I just feel like I didn't really give us a chance to be friends and I want to change that and get to know you for myself. If you want to, of course.” You added as Jack still hadn't said anything.

He simply unlocked his car and opened the passenger side door for you.

“Clay and Urban are going to be so jealous.” He said before laughing and helping you into his Jeep as you smiled at him.

[ohtobeleah]

California Fornication //

Two — ‘Odds Are?’

Summary: In the wake of Roosters belligerent act of violence, you try your best to remain calm. But if anything Jake Seresin showing up in North Island is only just the beginning of a whirlwind shit show.

Warnings: Mentions of cheating. Love Triangle x2. Bradley Bradshaw x F!reader. Jake Seresin xF!reader. Question ing Morality. Angst.

Word Count: 2.7k

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist

“I lied—“ You could remember it all too well, the moment you felt at your weakest. Your most vulnerable. “I’m not out of this relationship.” A week ago your entire world had come crashing down when the man you loved turned out to be married. You’d told him you were out. Point blank, end of discussion. But you weren’t.

“Siren—“ Bradley sighed as he looked over your shoulder to where his wife stood watching the interaction unfold from the veranda of the Hard Deck. “We can’t, not here.” 

“I’m in.” You didn’t care that she was watching, you needed to get this off your chest. “I’m so in it’s humiliating because here I am begging.” 

“Y/n—“ Bradley tried to interrupt but you held your finger up. Stopping him from saying anything more.

“Shut up, you say Y/n and I yell remember so why don’t we skip the yelling and I just tell you how I really feel?” 

“Yeah—“ Bradley sighed as he pocketed his car keys. “Yeah okay.” You took a breath in and exhaled slowly. Ready to wear your heart on your sleeve. 

“Here it is.” You tried your best to remain as calm as you could. “Here’s your choice, Rooster.” It was just you and Bradley, out by his Bronco under the festoon lights that lit up the car park of the Hard Deck. “Your choice? It’s simple—her, or me.” It was clear cut and dry. No one way around the fact. “And I’m sure she’s really great, but Bradley I love you.” 

It wasn’t the first time you’d said it without Rooster saying it back. You just thought he needed more time, but as it turned out he was already married. Perhaps it was a good thing after all he’d never said it back. It would have hurt more to know he did than to wonder if he ever did at all. 

“I love you in a really really big—pretend to like your music kind of way.” You had to hold yourself together so that the tears welling in your eyes didn’t stream down your cheeks as you pleaded with the man who’d made you fall in love with him to choose you. “I love you in a let you have the last silence of cheesecake kind of way—a sit beside you pretending to be interested in learning how to play the piano unfortunate kind of way that makes me hate you, yet love you kind of way.” You admitted as Rooster just started at you with an unreadable expression. “So pick me, choose me, love me, please Bradley.”

The silence was as loud as it could have been. And in those silent seconds that passed. You knew. 

“I can’t, I’m married Y/n.” Five words were all it took for Bradley Bradshaw to rip your heart through your chest. “I’m sorry.” 

It was the hardest thing to hear, and yet it still played on repeat throughout your mind all day and all night. You just weren’t good enough. 

***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***

“What the hell is your problem!” 

“Eleven years!” Bradley hissed as you shoved him out of the Hard Deck and onto the front porch. “Eleven years we were married!” He rambled on as you watched Rooster place the makeshift ice pack Penny had made him over his knuckles. 

You stood leaning against the post by the stairs he’d just walked down—watching with your arms crossed over your chest as he paced up and down the sandy gravel pathway. 

“That means eleven sets of birthdays, Christmas’s and thanksgivings, Siren! Eleven wedding anniversaries!” It was clear that Bradley was enraged. “He doesn’t get to just show up again after what he did!” But it wasn’t all those memories that were tarnished by an affair that had made Bradley Bradshaw risk his career by breaking his hand on the jaw of the man who slept with his wife. 

No. 

It was the way he saw your eyes light up with a mischievous glint while you laughed with Hangman that had him making strides over to where you sat. 

Bradley wasn’t about to let Jake get his dirty hands all over you too. Fuck his marriage and fuck his wife. He’d made a mistake letting you go. Letting her back into his life when he’d just begun to heal. He should have chosen you. He loved you. Truly. But marriage still meant something to him. Enough at least to try just one more time. 

“Rooster, I’m not the person who you should be talking about this with, talk about it with your wife.” You sighed defeatedly, like you were still being strung along by an invisible string that connected your heart to his. All you wanted was to hold him. To feel his arms wrapped around you. To laugh with him again, to feel that warm warmth he brought to your life. But instead all you felt was a coldness, a temperature so cool it burned to the touch. Leaving you alone, forever the other woman. The mistress. 

Club of one. 

“Penny wants you to go home and sleep it off.” Katie groaned as she stomped out of the Hard Deck. She made no attempt to acknowledge your presence as she walked right past you and down the front steps. “How’s your hand?” She asked as you watched the clearly distressed couple argue. Wondering when the divorce papers would come flying out of Roosters back pocket. 

“What’s he doing here Kate?” Bradley growled. Her hand came to rub small circles against the small of Rooster's back. She helped to guide him over to where the Bronco was parked. Against his will—he moved. 

“How the hell should I know?” She replied sharply. “Please, let’s just go home and talk about this.” 

You didn’t stay out of the decking for much longer. You could hear the sound of Jake's nose cracking under the force of Roosters fist in your mind over and over again. Enough that you felt a little guilty for possibly being the reason he was gushing blood. 

“Where’s—?” You didn’t even need to say his name before Penny was gesturing over towards where the bathrooms were. With lips pressed into a fine line you nodded. “Thanks.” 

“He’s not all that bad of a guy.” She added before you could even begin to walk away. “I don’t know the full story but if I know Hangman it’s that under that thick layer of confidence, he’s just looking for a friend.” You listen with a small nod. Deciding you’d go check on the guy in case his septum was deviated. 

“Can I have a washcloth?” 

***~***~***~***~***~***~***~

“Rooster and I always did have the same taste in women.” It wasn’t hard to get lost in the clear emerald skies of Jake Seresins eyes as he sat up on the bench next to the sink in the bathroom of the Hard Deck. 

“Excuse me?” You asked softly as you worked to clean the mix of dried and fresh blood from his face. Gently dabbing away at the mess that trickled down his face with the wet cloth Penny had given you. Soaked in warm water—standing between Jake's legs as they dangled over the edge of the bench. 

You’d found Jake staring at himself in the mirror, probably trying to figure out if his nose was broken or not. When you entered the bathroom he was honestly surprised to see you. He thought for sure Rooster would have thrown you over his shoulder and taken you home. 

But it wouldn’t be the first time Jake was wrong about his best friend. 

“You’re Rooster's lusty Wingwoman right?” Jake asked as his eyes drank you in. Watching as you carefully studied every line, every little imperfect blemish on his face. He was beautiful. “I heard about you all the way out on the Pacific.” He explained. “You’re famous.” You couldn’t help the smile that crept across your face. “The thorn in the side of the Bradshaws rekindlement.” 

Huh, that was a new one. You hadn’t heard that one before. It was actually quite poetic. 

“Well, I’ve heard about you all the way back here in North Island so I guess we have a lot in common.” No one ever spoke about Jake. Not Payback or Phoenix or Bob even. They all just pretend like he never existed. That he’d committed an act of utter betrayal. It was only after Bradley’s wife had come back to town that he told you everything. 

It was easy enough to see who’s side in all this they’d all chosen. But it wasn’t easy to understand why no one told you until you’d already fallen head over heels for a married man. 

“We’re just the dirty mistresses.” Jake teased as you gently worked away at the blood on his face. Immediately he was addicted to your laugh, the way you lit up the entire room when you did so. “Isn’t that right sweetheart.” 

You couldn’t stop the heat from rushing to your cheeks at the term of endearment that slipped past Jake's lips. 

“I suppose we are Hangman, I suppose we are.” Jake was easy to be around, that was the first thing you made your mind up about. Sure, the whole questionable relationship with a married woman was still yet to be addressed but nevertheless. 

“My therapist says behind this rugged and confident exterior I’m— self destructive and self loathing to an almost pathological degree.” Jake grinned as you paused your movement, you held his head still in your cloth free hand in the comfortable silence that lingered for mere seconds.

“Hey, guess we do have a lot in common.” Why the hell did Bradley have to go and ruin such a pretty face? “Mine says the same thing.” Jake was thankful for your gentle touch, he was starting to think Rooster may have broken his nose. Only a trip to urgent care and time would tell. 

“You know it’s funny—“ Jake began as he watched you rinse out the blood stained cloth into the sink beside where he sat shirtless, blood stained the white T-shirt he’d once been wearing. “Bradshaw walks in on me naked with his wife, actually in the throws—“ You listened as you worked, running warm water over the cloth to not shock Jake's bruised and swollen skin when you went back to attending to his wounds. “And he just turns around and walks away.” 

You couldn’t imagine what that must have felt like. To watch two people you trust and love commit such an act of betrayal. You felt for Rooster, you did. But it didn’t change the fact he never told you until after his wife, Katie ‘South’ Bradshaw, was shaking your hand and labeling you the mistress in all this mess. 

Not to mention no one sold him out. Coyote, Fanyboy, even Bob had Bradley’s back. They kept his wife a secret. Kept his entire life a lie until it was unraveled before you in spectacular fashion. 

“But he so much as sees me talking to you? And I’m on the ground with a bloody broken nose.” Jake continued to explain what he thought was already the case. That Rooster was in love with you. Period. “Interesting, don't you think?” 

It didn’t require a engineering degree to put together what Jake was insinuating. 

“Doesn’t matter what Bradley thinks—he chose his wife, the woman he made vows to.” You’d decided in that moment you were done cleaning Jake's face but stayed standing between his legs. You made no attempt to remove his hands from where they had settled on your hips. “He doesn’t need to get defensive over who I choose to talk to, he doesn’t get to stake a claim when he’s married.”

“He might still be married but he’s not in love with her.” Jake sighed as he pulled you a little closer by your hips with just enough force to have you reaching out for stability. Your hands softly landed on his shoulders—the sudden sensation of your touch made Jake's skin prickle with Goosebumps. 

“What are you doing here?” You asked softly, intrigued by the chaos Jake seemed to bring with him. “Back in North Island?” Jake didn’t answer right away. He’d been too busy drinking in the expanse of your face. From the fine lines that littered your nose when you crinkled it to the way your eyes swirled like deep pools of hope and displeasure all in one. 

“I’m here for Katherine—“ Those four vulnerable words made you feel more understood than you ever had in the last few weeks. It felt like there wasn’t another soul alive that could relate to your situation. “Which is as dehumanising as it sounds but, she’s the reason I came back.” 

“You’re still in love with her?” You asked as you tried to access the swollen nose that Jake wore with regret. 

“You’re still in love with him.” Jake didn’t need to question it, he already knew it to be true. You didn’t look at someone the way you looked at Bradley even when you were trying your best to avoid the man at all costs. He knew that simply because he laid awake at night thinking about the woman he loved who’d kissed him the night her husband was in the hospital—laid up post Uranium mission. 

Jake should have stopped it, but he didn’t. He just felt lucky enough to be loved in the dark. In secret. Because no one ever loved Jake Seresin first. 

And even worse, Jake was still in love with the very woman who’d spun the narrative in her favour. That he’d been the one who initiated the affair. But it hadn’t been him. It was her. 

Ignorance is bliss so they say. So Jake kept his adultering mouth shut and let the lie run its course. Turns out little white lies do hurt. He lost his posting, his best friend, the woman he loved, everything. 

“She won’t choose you, you know.” You didn’t mean for it to sound so cold, so as you spoke you ran your fingers through his deep blonde locks. Bringing a touch starved man some solace. “Rooster isn’t the kind of guy you leave if you can help it.” And boy did Katie stick to her husband’s side like superglue. 

“Yeah—” The corner of Jake's mouth twitched as he thought to himself. Leaning into your comforting touch as his eyeline slowly faded into the tiles on the ground. “But what if you’re wrong?” He sighed deeply, still staring at the ground beside where you stood between his legs. “What if, just this once, life comes down on the side of the dirty mistresses?” 

Suddenly that club of yours, the one with only one member, had two members in total. The dirty mistresses club. Party of two. You and Jake Seresin. 

“Pretty unrealistic, don't you think Seresin?” You chuckled softly as your eyes lingered to Jake’s lips. Slightly parted and plump. His eyes caught yours when you looked back to him and he had to stop himself. He couldn’t—could he? Because what were the odds he’d ruin two of Bradley Bradshaw's relationships? “Us adultering whores never get what we want.” 

“What if we decided to change what we wanted?” Jake asked as he closed the gap left between the two of you. His hands worked to guide your hips closer to him and before you knew it? Your lips were pressed against his. 

It was heavenly. The way Jake's lips felt against yours. Supple and soft and full of lust. His hands worked to cup at your cheeks as you begged him for more. Slipping your tongue into his mouth as you carded your fingers through his blonde locks. It was everything and nothing all at the same time. 

No one held a claim on you, you were free to make your own dumb choices now. And as your hand slipped down between the pair of you to softly land against Jake's jean clad crotch? He groaned into your mouth and bit your bottom lip. 

“I don’t even want to think about the consequences of this.” Jake whispered into your mouth as you palmed him through his jeans. “I think he’ll actually kill me.” 

“So don’t think.” You replied as you sunk your teeth into his neck. “Just do me.” 

As it turned out, those odds seemed pretty fucking high.

***~***~***~***~***~****~***~****~***~***~***~***~

[sissylittlefeather]

Wrote a little one-shot just for funsies.

Wonder of You

A/N: y'all know I got the ADHD somethin' fierce. So please enjoy this shiny little distraction. I needed something super fun and frivolous 😂

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, this is a smut fest, fingering, kissing, p in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, public sex (kinda), infidelity, reader calls Elvis "daddy"

Word count: ~1.7k

You've been on a few dates with Elvis, but nothing serious. It's 1970 and he's right in the middle of filming That's the Way It Is. In fact, that's how you met. Your boss is the director and mostly you just get him coffee, but you're trying to learn as much about the movie business as you can in your role as his assistant. Elvis noticed you immediately and made an effort to introduce himself to you. Since then, you've been flirting nonstop and eventually he asked to take you to lunch. That lunch led to dinner and then breakfast the next morning.

That was three weeks ago. You have no idea where this could possibly be going, you know he's married, but you're not about to slow him down. He seems to genuinely enjoy your company and you like seeing him happy. You'd be lying if you said it didn't make you happy to be with him too.

This evening, everyone vacates the studio at the end of the day. Elvis leans into your ear and whispers.

"Wait here for me, honey. I'll be right back." You nod and he kisses your cheek gently. Everyone else is gone, so you sit down on the piano bench and wait. After about ten minutes, you start to get bored, so you turn on the bench and lay your fingers on the keys gently. You press down, playing half a melody quietly.

"You know how to play that thing, baby?" He startles you a little and you turn to find him in the doorway leaning against the frame watching you. He's a vision in his multicolor silk shirt and black pinstriped pants with a towel around his neck.

"No, not really." You wonder how long he's been standing there as he saunters over behind you. He massages your shoulders for a minute and you lean into his touch. Then, he bends down over you and puts his hands on the keys around you. His fingers press down gently as he starts to play. He hums in your ear and you recognize Are You Lonesome Tonight? You turn and plant a soft kiss on his cheek.

"Honey, if you're trying to distract me, it's working." He kisses your cheek, too. You turn to look at him and his eyes glance down to your lips briefly before he leans in and presses his mouth to yours. He steps over the piano bench with both legs and picks you up to sit in his lap, turning you to face to the left. "What song would you like to hear?"

He puts his hands on the keys with his arms around you and then kisses your neck gently. You close your eyes and moan softly.

"You know my favorite."

"That I do." His hands go to work on the keys as he plays How the Web was Woven. He sings quietly in your ear as he plays, pressing his lips to you any time there's space in the lyrics.

"I love this song." He watches you as you close your eyes and soak in the sounds.

"I know you do, honey." He finishes playing and wraps his arms tightly around your waist, setting his chin on your shoulder.

"Will you teach me?"

"How to play?"

"Yeah."

"Sure, honey." He turns your hips to face the keys and places your hands on the ivory gently. "This is a C chord."

He positions your thumb, middle, and pinky fingers on the right keys. Pressing down, you hear the music come from the piano. You gasp a little at the sounds you elicited from the instrument.

"I did it!"

"Yes, you did, baby. You wanna do another?"

"Yes please!" He moves your fingers around to the next chord and then presses down again. You smile and turn to look at him over your shoulder. He kisses your lips and then shows you one last chord.

"Okay, now, move from one to the other." Your fingers fumble a little, but you manage to get from each chord to the next. As you practice, he slides his right hand up your thigh under your dress and drifts over to your center. You moan as he begins to rub you over your panties.

"Mmm I can't play while you're doing that."

"Sure you can. Do the chords again." Your hands start to tremble as he moves your panties to the side and slides his long middle finger up inside you.

"Oh..." You moan and brace yourself on the piano as he pumps his finger in and out, tickling that sensitive spot inside of you. "Mmm Elvis..."

You lean your head back on his shoulder as he uses his palm to rub your clit while he fingers you.

"You like it when I play you like a piano, baby?" All you can get out is a grunt and a whimper.

"Your fingers..."

"You like my hands?" He brings his other hand around and flicks your clit as he adds a second finger and slides them in and out quickly.

"Oh, God, Elvis..." Your legs start to shake as you feel your climax approaching.

"You wanna cum for me baby?"

"Y-yes, daddy."

"Good girl. Cum on daddy's hand, baby. I wanna feel you." You moan loudly and buck your hips against his palm. His words are just enough to push you over the edge into oblivion.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" You shiver and quake as your orgasm vibrates through you like a tuning fork, your walls pulsing around his fingers.

"Yes, baby. That's good." He kisses your cheek as you start to come down. "You're so beautiful when you come undone for me, honey."

"Your hands..." You whimper. "They're magic..."

He pulls his fingers out of you and puts them in his mouth, casually sucking your arousal off of himself.

"God, baby, you taste so good. You want me to play some more or are you ready to head home?"

"Play some more." He nods and then gets a devilish twinkle in his eye.

"Okay, I'll play more. But I need you to do something for me."

"Okay?" You answer tentatively. He stands you up and unzips his pants, freeing his rock hard cock. Then, he pushes your panties to the side and pulls you back down into his lap, sliding into you easily. You whimper with the sensation of being filled up and he whispers in your ear.

"Don't move." You groan softly as he puts his hands back on the keys and starts to play. This time it's I Need Somebody to Lean On, which he knows is another of your favorites. You whimper and grind your hips against him to feel some friction and he stops. "Be still, baby. I want to see how many songs I can get through before you make me need to cum."

"Fuck, Elvis." You moan, your pussy clenching around him.

"Mmm, you keep doing that and I won't finish this song." He squeezes your hips and then puts his hands back on the keys to continue playing. You can't even concentrate on the music with the feeling of his cock inside you, just sitting against your g-spot. You were already sensitive from his fingers and now this is about to drive you insane. He finishes the song and you moan softly.

"Please, daddy, let me move."

"Honey, this is just as hard for me as it is for you." His hips buck a little and you gasp. "One more song."

He breaks into Anything That's Part of You and you close your eyes and sigh. This is your all time favorite song of his and he knows it. Suddenly, he stops and your eyes pop open.

"Oh, sorry guys, I left my keys in here. We were talking in the parking lot and I didn't notice until..." It's Glen, the piano player, and he's walking over to get his keys from the top of the piano. Your heart races as you sit there with Elvis's dick nestled deep inside you. Before he can get too close, Elvis grabs the keys and tosses them to him. You whimper softly with the movement.

"Here. See you tomorrow, Glen."

"Did you want me to stay and lock up?"

"Nope. I got it. Goodnight, Glen." He says the last part sternly and Glen nods slowly.

"Really? At my piano-"

"Goodnight Glen!" He rolls his eyes and turns, leaving you alone again. Elvis leans his forehead against your back and laughs quietly. "He's gonna quit tomorrow."

You push your hips back into him, dying for more stimulation and he grunts.

"Fuck it. I can't stand it anymore." He stands up quickly, yanking your panties down and off and you brace yourself against the top of the piano as he enters you from behind. He pulls back and slams into you and you both moan. "Goddamn, yes, baby, it's so good."

He picks up a steady rhythm of pumping into you, holding your hips with both hands. You moan loudly as he pounds you, your breasts jumping with each thrust. Eventually, he pulls out and turns you around, lifting your thigh so that one foot is on the piano bench behind him. He bends his knees and pushes back into you, resuming his rhythm. With his other hand, he holds the side of your neck and pulls you in for a deep kiss. He moans into your mouth and then presses his forehead to yours.

"Fuck, baby, this is amazing. I'm not gonna last much longer."

"Me neither, oh God!" You yell as your orgasm hits you, sending shockwaves out to your fingertips. He slams into you one last time, emptying himself inside of you, moaning and cussing loudly.

He shudders and pumps weakly a few more times before sliding out of you, lowering your leg, and pulling you to sit on his lap again. Taking the towel from his neck, he cleans you up and picks your panties up off the floor for you, laying the towel on the piano bench next to him. He rests his forehead on your shoulder and wraps his arms around your waist as you pull them back up your legs.

"You're incredible, honey." You laugh.

"You're not so bad yourself." He looks up at you intensely.

"No, I'm serious. I haven't felt like this in years. Come home with me."

"What about-"

"She's in Memphis. Please. I want to hold you all night again." You look into his eyes and nod sincerely.

"I would love to come home with you." He kisses your cheek and grins mischievously, whispering in your ear.

"Besides, I have a piano at home and you need more lessons..."

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Taglist:

@ccab @elvisfatass @elvisalltheway101 @aliypop @18lkpeters @dkayfixates @tacozebra051 @your-nanas-house @deniseinmn @joshuntildawn13 @lookingforrainbows @60svintage @littlehoneyposts @epthedream69 @louisejoy86 @rjmartin11 @from-memphis-with-love @deltafalax @atleastpleasetelephone @cinnamoroll-things @burnthheparaphilia @jhoneybees @cattcb @everythingelvispresley @returntopresley

[sadability]

Did you get mysterious messages? ~🎵

MYSTIC MESSENGER MUSIC HEADCANONS :D (RFA + V, Rika, Vanderwood)

Jihyun / V

I think V would love Mitski. Just imagining him painting while my love, mine All mine plays in the background is so sweet. I also think he'd like cavetown, clario, Adrianne Lenker, Liane Flores and Tears For Fears. He often listens to it as background noise when painting or photographing but I also believe he'd practice singing using certain songs (and maybe sing you to sleep HSHSHS)

Jumin

Jumin gives me trouble because I feel like he listens to music for lyrics or lack thereof rather than sound. He listens to blues, jazz, classical and maybe a soft rock love song here and there. If he listens to a song with lyrics, he'll study them. He doesn't really listen to music often but when he does, it's often used as background noise rather than him genuinely indulging.

707 / Saeyoung / Luciel

I think he'd listen to mostly everything but especially synth wave, pop, new wave, rap, noise and glam rock for some reason. I could see him vibing to Depeche Mode one moment and then Fetty Wap the next. He would definitely unironically listen to wannabe by the spice girls LMAO. Also probably really likes tv show intros like iCarly theme or something. AND DISCO!! Seven dancing to bee gees when!?!?

Yoosung

To get rid of the obvious he'd listen to video game osts, pixel (I think that's what the genre is called?) and probably, here me out, pop punk. Or like Falling in Reverse. I think his favourite band would be the All American Rejects but I can also see him liking old demi lavato or Camilla cabello. Both basic white girl music and then randomly pop punk mixed in. As for gaming soundtracks I think he'd really like the undertale ost and probably listens to music through gacha life amv 😔

Zen / Hyun

I FEEL LIKE HIS MUSIC TASTE WAS EXPLICITLY STATED BUT I DONT REMEMBER RAHH okay okay uhm- !! I can totally see him listening to Whitney Houston, Abba, The Cardigans, The Beatles etc for some reason but also he'd feel self conscious that his music taste is too "old" so he would throw in shit like Kendrick Lamar and Future to spice things up and he would never ever admit that his favourite song is Angeleyes by Abba.

Jaehee

Bubblegum Pop, Indie and Doo Wop!!! Mitski, Girl In Red, Kinneret, Princess Chelsea, The Chordettes and The Supremes are frequents of Jaehee's playlist! She only really listens to music on the plane or in the office though. It helps her relax and take her mind off the stress for a bit. I can imagine her learning piano and playing songs like Johnny Angel or Mr Sandman in her free time.

Rika

Rika likes Melanie Martinez and i refuse to argue. She would probably relate really hard to some of her music and overall loves the way it sounds. Can also see her liking Penelope Scott. On the other hand, i see her liking classical or just soft piano music. Color me Blue by Akane would also be a song i can see her liking.

Vanderwood

Metal, Glam Rock, Glam Metal, Dad Rock, 80s rock just. Yeah. You get the point. Metallica, Journey, Mötley Crüe, Guns n Roses, Van Halen, Cinderella, Def Leppord and Dokken !! His favourite bands. Just classic 80s/90s rock for ya. Absolutely goes to their concerts religiously. Probably plays electric guitar as well..he could perform his own concert tbf

[127luvr]

Hi can i ask for a male reader x doyoung, where they're both in school and they have an assignment to sing a duet, but doyoung just really chose m!r so that they can spend more time together. Then they kiss?

kiss ♫⋆｡♪ ₊

kim doyoung x male reader

doyoung had never questioned his life in music. he knew from a young age where he was headed--what path in life he wanted to pursue. he breathed music like it was his lifeline. it was the one thing in his life he never second-guessed. he knew he was good at it. at singing--at reading music--at conducting his class for an assignment--at teaching it when he became a student-teacher.

he was born for this.

you weren't as lucky.

the passion for music came from watching a performance of your school choir by chance. you were convinced that you were destined to pass by the auditorium at that very moment--destined to hear the way the ensemble blended their voices together so seamlessly--as if it was a body of water collectively sending waves to shore.

it was too late in the year to join the ensemble you heard, but you managed to squeeze in to one of the beginner classes. it was one of the things in life that you took seriously. staying after school for any extra help from upperclassmen. staying behind to see the rigorous practices that the advanced classes had. while you were graced with a natural talent for music, you still had so much to learn.

which is why you were the most excited when they assigned duets. the only strict rule being that it had to be someone that was in the choir program.

doyoung had taken a liking to you. watching you from the corner of his eye when you sat in one of their after-school practices. he watched the way your pencil followed along the sheet music as they sang, circling the dynamics on top--and underneath--the staff. he watched as your body followed the conductor's baton--watched as you sang along subconsciously to your voice part in the song. he knew without a doubt that he had to choose you for a duet.

he just wasn't entirely sure if it was for his own selfish reasons or for your raw talent.

"(y/n)?" you feel a light tap on your shoulder, the sudden sensation startling you. your binder slips out of your hands when you turn to doyoung, his nearness surprising you further. you can't help but gawk at him, ignoring the way your sheet music spills out of the binder on the floor. doyoung's eyes fall to the floor, his lips twitching slightly as he goes to pick it up for you. you are still watching him as he bends down, his long fingers quick with gathering your materials. you manage to look away as he straightens his posture again, holding his hands out to hand you your binder. "i know we aren't really familiar with each other, but did you want to team up for the duet assignment?"

he was one of the upperclassmen. one of the singers that stood out to you when you watched them practice. the critiques he received from directors were nitpick-y. always something about rounding out his vowels--looking more expressive. it was clear that they only picked on him for small things because they weren't able to find anything he was bad at. he didn't need to improve--but he did need to be pushed just like his classmates.

"yeah!"

you quickly realize that doyoung isn't in it for the music. he knows the song inside and out from the get-go. leaving you to scramble and learn the song even when you're not practicing together. this only makes you wonder what he was in it for. why he chose you of all people?

your practices were usually done in the school practice rooms. preferably one with an old piano in it--sometimes you weren't as lucky. but you watched as doyoung's eyes moved faster than his fingers, reading the music as he played the black and white piano keys. you were almost jealous of his talents. envious of his ability to multitask so effortlessly but he interprets your gaze differently. patting the space on the bench next to him so you could sit--instead of standing with your back to the wall, stiff.

"i like to learn the notes by playing them and then singing them. makes it easier to correct. do you want to try?" your hands hover over the keys, scared to play any of them incorrectly. if you were being honest, you only knew the name of the notes on your phone, where the keys were labeled. "here, i'll show you."

you don't expect doyoung to put his hands on top of yours, guiding them to where he was previously playing. but the piano is the last thing on your mind. instead, thoughts of doyoung's soft skin and dainty fingers replace any and all rational thoughts from your brain.

"the note in between these black keys is d. if you look at the piano you will notice that the pattern repeats over and over again, so the notes only go a, b, c, d, e, f and g. and then back to a. the black keys are semitones--flat or sharp. it just depends on what key we're in, you know?" doyoung finally takes note of your flushed face, his hands immediately clammy on top of yours as he watches you chew your bottom lip anxiously. "(y/n)? did you get any of that?"

"uh-"

"is there a way for me to keep you concentrated?" your gaze drops down to his pouty lips, subconsciously licking your own as you stare them down. this doesn't go unnoticed by doyoung--who has been yearning for your affection since your practices together started. "kissing you?"

for a moment you thought you had shared your thoughts out loud--only to find that your lips were still shut. doyoung was the first to bring up a kiss. that could only mean that he wanted to. that it crossed his mind before it crossed yours. he leans in, with his hands still on top of yours. you're aware of his nearness. the way his cool breath hits your cupid's bow. the way he smells like baby powder--and a little bit like sweat from being in this room for so long. your eyes finally meet again which causes him to tilt his head, raising his eyebrows as if to ask you for a second time.

"here?" but you're the first one to close the gap, the first to meet your lips together. completely disregarding the glass door. completely disregarding that someone might walk by. but none of it matters--not when doyoung's lips feel heavenly. and he's drinking you up like you're a glass of iced tea on a hot summer day. you almost don't want to pull away. wanting to stay in his warmth even if the positioning was awkward. "we can practice at my place next time."

[cwritesforfun]

Eddie Roundtree x Fem!Reader: Introverts & Parties Don't Mix Well

You're in the band and while you are close to all of them, you and Eddie tend to gravitate to each other.

Y/N = Your First Name & L/N = Your Last Name

Narrator = Julia Dunne (but Narrator for sake of the story)

** I do not own the DJATS characters or plot ** **** The timeline is going to seem weird lol but I'm just writing what I want to write lol ****

Masterlist

Y/N's POV

Narrator: This is just going to be your introduction. So could you tell us who you are and how you got into Daisy Jones & The Six? Y/N: Hi everyone I am Y/N L/N! I have always loved listening to music and creating music. When I was younger, I started with piano and guitar. Then in middle school, I learned flute and piccolo because I wanted to be in a concert band. I joined a band with friends outside of school in early high school and we played some small gigs in town. After high school, I moved to Los Angeles and met Karen within my first week. Her band needed an extra musician and I filled the spot. I followed Karen wherever she went, and she did the same with me. If one of us left a band then so did the other. We only joined a band if we both could. I learned sound engineering and technology to do anything a band could need. Karen took up something else. I'm feeling really tired at the moment, so I honestly can't remember. You’ll have to ask her. The Dunne Brothers played after us at this bar. We met the boys there. I wasn’t interested in being social and I left, but they liked Karen. So, we changed bands. Narrator: Were you angry that you had to leave? Y/N: No. The band we were with never liked our ideas or respected us anyway. They also wanted Karen & I to dress a certain way that we didn't want to. Karen: I just wanted to make music and I wanted to do it with Y/N. She is and was my best friend. Narrator: Did either of you ever think about splitting ways? Karen: Never. Y/N: Never. Narrator: Wow, and would you say you're both still best friends? Karen: Yes. Y/N: Yes. Narrator: We already talked about Karen joining. What about Y/N? How did you feel about her joining? Billy: We needed a keyboard player, which was Karen. Her only condition on which she would accept our offer to join the band was to let Y/N join as well. The rest of the band liked Karen and thought that it was worth it to bring in Y/N too. I'm glad we did. Y/N is and was such a kind soul. She was also very kind to Camila and you growing up, so yeah I was a fan. Warren: Y/N, yeah I found her hot. We saw her play and she rocked hardcore. She also had a cool voice, so I was on board. As soon as I saw how Eddie looked at her, I knew he was a goner. That man was lost in the world of Y/N even before we met her. Daisy: I liked her a lot. Her vocal range was amazing and I could listen to her for hours. Y/N was always kind to me. I consider her to this day one of my close friends. Graham: Y/N was cool. To be honest, I was more focused on Karen at the time, so I was all for letting Y/N join. We don't keep in touch as much as I would have liked because of well Karen. Eddie: She could sing, she knew how to work any sound technology, she could play so many instruments, and she was single. Yeah, I was interested in her as soon as we were told she could join.

Narrator: How were the early days for you? The boys talked a lot about the parties. Did you like the groupies and parties? Y/N: God, I hated the parties at first. Introverts and Parties, they don't mix well. I realized that part of being in a band is doing things they like and interacting with them in social spaces. Even if I preferred being alone in my room, I wanted to be close to the band. And, if I hadn’t been pulled out of my comfort zone at those parties, I never would’ve fallen for Eddie. Narrator: Were you always closest with Eddie? Other than Karen, that is. Y/N: Yes, I was. Graham mainly hung out with Karen and he only talked to me if it would make him look good for Karen. Obviously, I was still close to Karen. Daisy was not always in the right headspace, which made me too worried to hang out with her because I wanted her to be safe. Billy was too serious at work but he was cool at parties. Camila was kind and I would talk to her at a lot of parties. Warren was so outgoing that I was anxious being around him at parties because he would try to get me to take more shots or take drugs. He was cool during recording sessions and for work though. And as for Eddie, I knew he was talented and Billy didn’t see his full potential. I also knew that some of Eddie’s ideas were good ones if we just went through with them. He was also a really inspiring songwriter and had a sweet voice. He'd probably hate that I called it sweet, but it always felt like home to me. Eddie: Y/N was always supportive of me and my ideas. She would listen to demos of songs that I’d written and we’d write together. She was a great lyricist on top of everything else she was amazing at. She was perfect to me. Y/N: Before we started dating, Eddie and I would spend a lot of time together. Warren always joked that Eddie and I should just cut the sexual tension by having sex. He also kept telling us that we should date because we clearly both liked each other. We were both coming to terms with seriously liking each other, so we would then just make fun of Warren for getting drunk and we wouldn’t talk about it. We just agreed to move on. Well not until this one party…

Skip to the party ~

You hang with Billy, Camila, and Daisy drinking before you decide to head outside to see if it’s quieter and calmer. Billy and Daisy are tolerating each other, so you feel good leaving them with Camila.

You notice no one sitting at the table by the fire pit so you grab a new drink and sit down. A guy you’ve seen at parties before starts talking to you and sits in the chair next to you. You decide to be polite so you keep talking to him.

You feel arms wrap around your neck and can tell it’s Eddie. You know his cologne and you know his hugs. He leans down, kisses your cheek, and exclaims, “I was wondering where you were, babe. Who’s your new friend?” The guy looks between you two, gets up, and runs away. It makes you and Eddie laugh. Eddie takes the guy’s seat and says, “I saw you out here and you looked bored. I wanted to save you from that guy.” You reply, “He was being polite and he never even talked about sex. It was nice actually. But, I just wanted to be alone to drink by the fire. It was getting way too much inside the house with all those people.” Eddie replies, “Yeah, tonight's energy is not the best. And, I did get myself into a bit of a sticky situation. I need your help.” You ask, “Sure, what’s up?” He answers, “I need you to go inside with me and pretend to be my girlfriend. Some of the groupies and Warren are annoying me. I want them to leave me alone and I'll even sneak somewhere quiet with you after.” You ask, “Why me?” He answers, “Everyone thinks we’re already dating. I thought it would be the easiest option... and well they asked if you were the girlfriend and I said yes.” You nod. So it’s just out of convenience and he agreed to a lie that you wish was true. You say, “Sure boyfriend. What do I need to know before we go in?” He tells you the plan as you walk in. You know Eddie and he loves physical touch. So you give him permission to be touchy as if you were actually dating and he gets a little flustered at the idea.

Eddie’s hand finds yours as you walk. He twirls you around and you dance together. Your hands go around his neck and his go on your waist. You ask, "Ready?" He looks confused and asks, "For what?" You answer, "A kiss, babe." You then pull him closer and you kiss. You wish you could say it was a horrible kiss, but the truth is, it was the best kiss you had up to that point in your life. You felt the fireworks everyone talked about. Eddie pulls away, puts his forehead to yours, and says, "Holy wow that was a kiss... I think I need something cold." You laugh and pull him toward the fridge. You hand him a cold beer that you open by kicking it with your foot. Eddie's jaw drops and he says, "Wtf, I didn't know you could do that." You press a kiss to his lips and say, "That's good, babe. It keeps the relationship more interesting." Eddie replies, "It really does."

You hear, "Well well well... if it isn't traitors." You see Warren with hands on his tips and girls hanging all over him. You ask, "Why are we traitors?" Warren answers, "You two have been fu**ing and dating without telling me. I've wanted you two to date since you two met. I thought you two would tell me first. Eddie was in love from the first time he saw you, Y/N." Great news great news... ok self act like this is old news... You wrap an arm around Eddie and say, "I know. It's so cute how he fell for me on day one. And Warren, we've been keeping it a secret. We didn't anyone to know just yet." Eddie's arm finds your waist and he adds, "We were waiting for the right time. We didn't want to steal anyone's thunder." One of the girls asks, "You two are hot. Are you looking for a third?" You smirk and answer, "We don't like sharing." Warren lets out a laugh and says, "Staking your claim on your man, wow. Eddie, do you feel the same? You've done an orgy or two." Eddie smirks and replies, "Hearing the woman you love moan your name during an orgasm is more satisfying than being with multiple people." You feel your cheeks blush and you move a little because it is feeling a little hot in here. Warren says, "I'll leave you two to it then." He walks away with the girls.

(( PLAY THIS NOW for the full experience ))

Before you and Eddie can talk, the power goes out. You all start passing out candles and flashlights. Karen finds you, pulls you into a hug, and leads you to the piano. She starts playing and you start singing. Daisy joins you and you both twirl each other around. Eddie starts playing and his eyes meet yours. They never leave you as you sing. Daisy starts singing with Billy and you join Karen on the piano bench. Karen lets you play with her. Everyone is singing and it's magical. It feels so nice being here with friends doing what you love.

People start leaving after that and you go to your bedroom to wait for everyone to clear out. You also are trying to avoid Eddie because tonight did crazy things for your heart. You knew how much you cared about Eddie, but tonight made you fall deeper for him. It's going to be hard to keep going with hiding your feelings. Maybe you should tell him? If he says he sees you as a friend, then well... you could just quit the band. Karen should stay though. She fits in well.

You leave your room and Eddie is standing there staring at you. He exclaims, "Hey uh I need to talk to you." You reply, "Funny, I need to talk to you too." He replies, "Oh good... Can I come in?" You nod and he walks in. You ask, "So, what do you need to talk about? Does it uh... does it have to do with our little act tonight?" He answers, "Yeah it does... great job by the way. I think it really worked. You're a great actress." Actress... yeah you were acting. Your shoulders deflate and you sigh. So he must not feel the same. He asks, "What's wrong? You seem upset." You answer, "Because Eddie Roundtree, I like you. And tonight's little act wasn't acting for me! I like you a lot and I want to date you if you would like to go on a date with me." His jaw drops and he exclaims, "I really like you too. Ever since I saw you sing for the first time, I knew you were it for me." You ask, "So then kiss me like you mean it?" He smirks, pushes you onto the bed, and kisses you deeply.

Your door creaks open and Eddie stays on top of you. Warren jumps and says, "Oh sh**! I thought you two were kidding when you said you were dating. I'm backing out of this room slowly or I could stay and watch. This is kind of hot." On sync, Eddie and I scream, "LEAVE!" Warren backs out of the room and Eddie collapses next to you with laughter. He says, "You smell really good. Can I stay in your bed tonight? I want to smell like you." You answer, "You can stay here, but won't you be uncomfortable sleeping in jeans?" He smirks, "Babe if you wanted to see me naked, you could just say it." You cover your face with your hands as you blush while saying, "I just want you to be comfy. I'm going to put on different clothes. I'm not sleeping in this dress." He replies, "Well babe, you looked really hot tonight. I don't know if this dress was to get my attention, but it worked. I want you to wear this on our first date." You smile and say, "I can't wait for our first date. And, I did wear this dress for you." He smiles and you kiss again.

You change into your pajamas and Eddie asks, "Is it okay to sleep in my boxers?" You answer, "Sure." He lays down in my bed and replies, "Your room is quieter than my room. Wtf! Is this how you sleep every night? I laugh and say, "Yeah. It's because I'm next door to Karen who we all know is too down bad over Graham to properly hook up with someone so it's quiet. I also don't share a wall with Warren or Billy who are little sex demons." He laughs and replies, "You're so lucky. Don't be surprised if I start sleeping in here." You laugh and reply, "I don't mind. You can take your afternoon naps here if you want as well. I usually am on my runs or reading outside at those times." He replies, "You're making me feel so spoiled." You laugh and ask, "But you have to do one thing for me, do you promise?" He asks, "What? I'd do anything for you." You answer, "I kind of wrote this song about you and I want you to listen to it. You're always really good at helping me improve my lyrics and you give me such helpful critiques. I want to eventually release this song even if not with the band. I just really like it." He smiles and replies, "A song about me? And why would you release without the band? Oh wait Billy would probably not want it because he's not the star. True." You reply, "I don't think any one of us is the star of the band. We all have star potential and star qualities. Billy is talented, but he needs to learn to compromise. The song about you is about my crush on you."

Narrator: How was the song? Eddie: It was so cute. Y/N is an amazing singer and her lyrics had me blushing so much. Her little smile as she stared at me while singing was melting my heart. I told her to change one line because I think another word fits instead of what she wrote, but it was perfect. Teddy actually helped Y/N produce and release it, which we all supported. Y/N was staying in the band, so no one minded. Y/N: Eddie was so cute when I played it. Teddy also really liked it and said it would be a summer hit. Sure enough, it was. Narrator: How was the rest of the tour? Y/N: Insane wow! I opened our summer shows to play my single with Eddie as my lead guitarist, which was fun. We'd then run off and run back on with the rest of the band. Everyone loved my song including the rest of the band. Eddie and I had fun at every show. We spent some nights drinking out with the rest of the band. Some days I wanted to have a chill night and Eddie wanted to be wherever I was, so we would spend some time with Billy in his bus. Billy and Eddie would act civil in front of me. It was nice. We had fun... until it wasn't fun anymore. The tour ended. The band broke up. Most people wouldn't talk to each other. Narrator: What about you and Eddie? Y/N: I got my stuff from Karen's place and moved in with Eddie. We shared rent, and cooking responsibilities, and just enjoyed being together. He became a music producer and helped me produce music. I've played some small venues and started creating a fan base. It's really cool to do what you love with someone you love. Eddie: Don't tell Y/N, but I'm proposing tomorrow night.

Masterlist

[ornii]

Folie a Deux III: Trending

The shoots were getting more and more intense as time went on, from your magic, to faking being blind to shooting your own fight scenes, a lot of work with little downtime, but when you did, you spend it focusing on your music. Making samples and producing, one late night in your trailer, the sounds of a cello tuning cut your music time down, you couldn’t focus with it. You heard that melody so vividly, You placed your headphones down and stepped out of your trailer, you heard the sounds coming from inside one of the rooms for shooting, it was nearing midnight. You crept up the stairs as Paint it Black was echoing.

Jenna sat with a Cello, trying to mementoes the strokes for her character Wednesday but it was always off by a smidge. She sighs as she stops to tune it. You watched her, her dedication to her character, to the art. You were, admittedly amazed.

“Don’t tune it.” you say, her head jerks over to surprise, seeing you.

“Shit. I didnt wake you, did. I?”

“No I was just finishing some samples Metro sent me, you’re really good at that.” You walk over, trying to not be a creep you sit always away from her, Jenna shrugged it off.

“No I’ve.. only been playing for a few months for the role.”

“A few months?” You say, flabbergasted. You scoot closer.

“It took me a year to learn bass guitar! You’re amazing, can you play something for me?” You ask, as Jenna was fumbling around to form an excuse you had an idea.

“Wait; let me help you, gimmie a sec.” (Y/n) darts off, leaving Jenna alone only for a minute, he enters with a keyboard piano and a violin, he sits across from her.

“It might Help you to recognize keys from songs you like and mentally implant them for your song, like this.” You say, you tap a few keys for drums and begin a simple beat, and with the lyrics she immediately recognizes the song

“I wish i knew you wanted me~ I wish I knew..” you sing, you then put the drums on repeat and take the violin and help with the bass line.

“Okay, take the keys, minor. Cellos a low register, I’ll pick up on high.” You say and begin a Violin and Cello rendition of “Bad Habit” by the one and only Steve Lacy, your eyes can’t stay off of her as you watch her play. The lyrics flowing like red wine from your lips.

“I bite my tongue, it's a bad habit

Kinda mad that I didn't take a stab at it

Thought you were too good for me, my dear

Never gave me time of day, my dear

It's okay, things happen for

Reasons that I think are sure, yeah…”

The keys started to come naturally to her, listening to the beat and focusing. While the music was amazing, it attracted more of the cast members who were unaware of what was going on, Peeking inside the Enid and Wednesday bedroom stage they saw the two performing and it was magical. The duo were reaching the chorus as they entered, actually impressed by the cover, and joined it.

You can't surprise a Gemini

I'm everywhere, I'm cross-eyed, and

Now that you're back, I can't decide

If I decide if you're invited

You always knew the way to wow me

Fuck around, get tongue-tied, and

I turn it on, I make it rowdy

Then carry on, but I'm not hidin'

You grabbin' me hard 'cause you know what you found

Is biscuits, is gravy, babe, ah-ah

(Y/n)’s eyes locked with Jenna’s. He couldn’t tear away from that gleam, those eyes, that smile.

“You can't surprise a Gemini

But you know it's biscuits, is gravy, babe

I knew you'd come back around

'Cause you know it's biscuits, it's gravy, babe

Let's fuck in the back of the mall, lose control

Go stupid, go crazy, babe

I know I'll be in your heart 'til the end

You'll miss me, don't beg me, babe..” He ends with a violin string, and the others watching immediately started berating them with questions, wondering if this was going to be in the final shoot. After some laughs and awkward chit chat, they all left, but Emma saw (Y/n) and Jenna chatting as the night was coming to a close, and couldn’t help but smile.

Wednesday had been a Commercial success, the internet going wild for it. Netflix had found lightning in a bottle and much of that was Thanks to Jenna of course, but much of the conversation was about the supporting cast. Mostly You. The Wenclair ship was trending, but it was #Healday that kept on the charts. The internet obviously went wild for the show and a season 2 was bound to happen, and of course there was the press tour, promoting the show and showing up appearances.

Exiting the Limo you kept a fairly calm demeanor, unbeknownst to everyone a little anxious, stepping out in a Notch Label embroiled Suit with a deep red scarf to boot. Wearing deep black shades your eyes were hidden to the crowd, you turn around and extend your hand and from the Limo Miss Ortega takes it, steeping out with a slim fit single shoulder dress with a thigh split for the thigh high leggings to show. Thank god for your shades, everyone would have seen just what you were oogling at. You kept composure as you lead your “Friend.” Out of the Limo to more flashes and cameras. Fitting a perfect example of a Modern Victorian Couple indeed. You walked with her slowly to let the Paparazzi get their moneys worth.

“Great dress.” You say to her, she attempted to hide the smile but couldn’t.

“I thought you’d like it..” she accidentally blurted out.

“What?” You reply, not entirely sure if you heard her correctly.

“I just meant It would go well with yours, we gotta keep this up, people really seem to like us.” She said, you shrugged it off and Jenna, taking a small risk leans up against your shoulder just slightly, the brush of her hair along your neck made you soul tingle. It seems this coverage was going swimmingly. You casually checked your phone and you see what’s treading. Both of you.

“Well.. that didn’t take long.”

When it came to interviews you kept things pretty professional, but always did your best to support your cast members and always talk positively about it. Your fame continues to grow and your friendship with Miss Ortega seems to be blooming so swimmingly, unfortunately for her; two words stuck a dagger into the heart of your relationship, making it bleed with jealousy.

This words.. Olivia Rodrigo.

Folie a Deux IV: Jealousy

[lowkeyrobin]

heyyy

your writing is so cool btw

can I request a cricket crew with a classical musician partner or friend? (I play cello btw and I have a performance soon, rlly need some cricket crew brainrot)

tysm!!

hiii thank you 🫶🫶🫶 ; and yes of course!! idk much about instruments so bare with me, I had to do some research LMAOOO

HANDSOME BROS ; classical musician

includes ; tommyinnit, ranboo, badlinu

warnings ; language, jokes about killing

masterlist

TOMMYINNIT

tries to learn how to play your instrument

"Tommy, you're holding it the wrong way-"

"I've got it!"

good god it's... it's something

your ears are bleeding /pos

"You're gonna break it!"

"No I'm not!"

he's infatuated with hearing you play your instrument

will never miss a concert, he'd rather die than not be in the crowd cheering you on

if you got the lucky chance that the director gave you a solo, he will be recording and he will be posting it to the main insta to show your talent off

he's 100% your biggest supporter

loves watching you tune your instrument and maybe trying to learn how to do it

has you play it on stream sometimes too LMAO

bro turns on medievalcore yeah! by usher and gets you going 💀💀

RANBOO

you covering their favorite song with your instrument is 100% their ring tone

their voice-mail message is you playing some romantic tune in the bg while they go over the "send a message!" shit

he's going to all your concerts and will be rewarding you afterwards

probably got you to do some tunes for the genloss soundtrack tbh

will just awkwardly pose with your instrument in post-concert/rehearsal pictures like 😊👍

will talk to you post-performance like a proud mother 💀

you'll barge into his room, instrument in hand as you cover some popular meme song as he's streaming to just interrupt

you'll dedicate a whole stream trying to teach them how to play your instrument

it goes fairly well for someone who's never touched an instrument before

FREDDIE BADLINU

he knows piano and guitar, you're 100 percent covering songs or making joke songs for the bit 24/7

if you play brass instrument, he'll constantly, lightheartedly, complain about the spit, leading you to play out the window or in the bathtub 💀

your biggest fan at concerts, will give you a standing ovation at the end, he will be like a proud parent watching their child graduate

you guys probably start a duo band for the hell of it

sometimes you both get a little too bored and why not post your music?

he's accidently gotten hair dye on your instrument somehow

luckily it came off

if he's streaming, too bad, you'll purposefully play your instrument and/or walk in like a one man mariachi band

"y/n/n what are you doing?"

"being a musician, freddie!"

[pastel-peach-writes]

CAITVI X YOU IN A BAND PLEASE OH MY LORD !!?? BONUS IF UR SINGING EITHER A LOVE SONG OR A SPICY ONE N THEY R JUST LOOKING AT EACHOTHER N THEN U ?!!!

Comin' up!

Hot Rocker | CaitVi x Reader

╰┈➤ PLOT: Caitlyn and Vi have a partner in a band and holy crap, they can't get enough of them.

╰┈➤ WARNINGS: Suggestive Themes, Lowkey The Dirtiest Thing I've Written As A PG-13 Writer, Musician/Singer Reader(separately and together), Mentions Of Overly Touchy Groupies

⍣ ೋ Enjoy!⍣ ೋ

– First off, Caitlyn and Vi absolutely love that you're in a band.

– They can't keep their eyes off of you every time you perform.

– They love how the lights compliment your complexion, and how your hair/body moves as you play and/or sing. Not to mention the cool ass outfits

– Vi loves you with multiple rings, ripped pants, and wild hair. Maybe even an open button-down. Basically, she loves the rocker masc look on you. She says its badass

– Caitlyn loves that look too, obviously. But she mainly loves the look on your face rather than the outfits.

– Yes, she's into fashion and loves what you wear, but when your face softens as you play a romantic ballad or how your face scrunched as you concentrate on your instrument

– speaking of instruments, if you play any handheld string instrument or the piano, Vi will never stop asking you what those hands do.

– it made your face heat up the first few times, but the later times, vi received eye-rolls, smiles, and sometimes a wink.

– even if you play the fucking drums, Vi would always ask because you often twirl the sticks between your fingers.

– If you're not much of a player, but more of a singer, Vi would ask why aren't you that vocal when she goes down on you.

– WELP.

– vocal or not during spicy times, she would always comment on it and Caitlyn will always flick her ear.

– okay, before we get into you singing a spicy song on them or furthermore on how they act while you perform, let's talk about them and your groupies.

– It's not like they don't love them! They do and they're your fans.

– If you like them, they love them

– but some of the groupies don't understand boundaries and/or talk about you in a certain way they don't like.

– it's not gross. it's the normal, "omg they're so hot!" "did you see how they acted during the finale? ohhh my god, I'm on my knees" "they could run me over with a bus and not only will i apologize for getting in the way, I'd say thank you.

– Okay, that last line makes Vi chuckle as she overhears it. Caitlyn is more concerned, but you say similar lines to her and Vi, so it's not like it was foreign behavior to her.

– anyways!

– they don't like when your groupies get handsy or visibly make you uncomfortable when you're all backstage.

– some of your fans/groupies are so wrapped up in your stardom, they forget you're human.

– God, don't let your bodyguards fail at their job.

– Vi is the first one screaming that the show's over, the guards aren't doing their fucking job, and some of your fans need to learn some respect.

– Caitltyn immediately apologizes for Vi's profanity, but not for her actions of shutting things down. She glares at the guards and some of the problematic fans while ushering everyone out

– she also looks at the kind fans apologetically and hopes they get home safe.

– OKAY FINALLY. SHOWTIME (literally)

– you don't sing or play your spicy songs until near the end of the concert.

– the mood is calmer, the fans are fully engrossed in the music. and the lighting is a perfect purple/red.

– usually, the spicy songs are covers, but the moment you show up performing a BRAND NEW UNRELEASED song about the two of them? ohhh god

– first off, cait and vi are blushing. it's intense and they're so flustered but since they're in the front row and surrounded by people, they have to keep it cool.

– the moment you mention the contrast of calloused and soft hands, they glance at each other like "is this fucking play about us?!"

– yeah, babes. it is.

– if you're a singer, you look at them as you sing. you don't stare at them all the time. (you can't let the fans know this song is explicitly ab them even though they have a good hunch)

– you're holding onto the mic stand, swaying your hips to the music with your eyes closed. but then when you talk about their kisses and maybe even how they act during the act, you look at them with a little smirk

– vi smirks back, but its very faint. she's thinking, "oh this little fucker. you're not going to get away with this"

– meanwhile, Caitlyn is freaking.

– she's not really open w her "adult" life like that and even though the details are vague and you're not saying her name, she can't help but get embarrassed

– now people know her dirtiest and deepest fantasies! (aka pretty lingerie and whispers smh. you'll be okay cait)

– if you're not much of a singer, but a music player, you watch them the entire time you play.

– you added some lyrics to the song, so when the line you wrote about them comes up, you make eye contact. A sneaky smile spreads across your face and your tongue pokes at your cheek

– if the song is more upbeat, think Chase Atlantic, you headbang to some of the music.

– if the song is slower, lana del ray type shit, you sway your music and chew on your lip

– whatever you do, Caitlyn and Vi love it

– they're weak at the knees, resisting the urge to jump on stage and kiss you until your lips turn purple

– god, they think you're such a tease but they love it.

– after the show Vi walks up to you like, "well, that was some song"

– and you're "innocently" like "oh, what song? can you remind me?"

– even Caitlyn's a little smug with a tensed jaw and her tongue running along her upper teeth. she crosses her arms, Vi mimics the stance, and she tilts her head to the side. in a low, sultry whisper she goes "you know what song."

– WHEWWWWW

– butterflies, shivers, ETC. EVERYTHING YOU COULD FEEL YOU'RE FEELING

– later that night at the hotel is interesting, but I'll leave that to your imagination.

WC: 1,000

[thestellargoblin]

HEADCANONS TIME MFS

Aka my (older) Meg McCaffrey headcanons cuz I love her and you're not allowed to say anything bad about her 🤗

She LOVES spices and sauces, and by that I mean that she's gonna literally put them everywhere. Making toast? Yeah, she's gonna yeet there 7 diffrent spices and 5 sauces

She never uses main lamp in her room. NEVER

Reptiles girlie

She gives me vibes of a person who doesn't make diffrent playlists and just has one, 36h long, where she has all songs she likes + she has most unhinged n random music taste so you can find on her playlist death metal next to pop next to some indie rock

She also had Hamilton phase in 2016. Still has Guns and Ships as alarm clock

Actually enjoys playing music very much. After Lester teached her playing piano she learned ukulele and drums

Listen. Goblincore Meg. She IS goblincore and I will die on that take. Just gimme my grandpa sweater and baggy brown dungarees. I need it. It's HER style and you can't change my mind

Surprisingly very good at math

Adores literally every mythical creature

Was arrested at least 3 times for most random things (Lester had to get her out every single time)

Refuses to call Lester Apollo, calls him only Lester (as she should)

Likes to help young halbloods - she's gonna randomly spawn in the middle of the fight, defeat monster without even sweating and then give them a ride on her unicorn

She and Leo are the OG pranksters

When she got into her first fandom Lester made sure she never discovered wattpad and lead her straight to ao3 (my girl had enough trauma in her life)

Doesn't really like movies (especially superhero ones) cuz she gets bored too quickly. Loves Pirates of the Caribbean tho

Met Sadie Kane, they're actually besties

She has more plants than clothes in her bedroom

Aroace queen

Acknowleges the existence of only two types of shoes: crocs and doc martens

I stand by this one is canon, but still gonna put it here: She is as (or maybe even more) powerful as Percy, Thalia and Nico, cry about it

[regretisstoredintheme]

Hi it's your local spawn from hell who wrote about Yandere Mickey-

Anyway, can little me request the turtaleles with pianist MC? Yeah thanks my ideas basic af leave me alone It can be a fic or hcs I don't give a fuck-

I'm just a ginger music nerd who craves content that isn't mine-

Makin my way downtown, walkin’ fa— OH?? WHATS THIS??

WHAT THE FUCK??

*SNATCHES PAPER*

“Pianocat939 asked:

Hi it's your local spawn from hell who wrote about Yandere Mickey- 

Anyway, can little me request the turtaleles with pianist MC? Yeah thanks my ideas basic af leave me alone It can be a fic or hcs I don't give a fuck-

I'm just a ginger music nerd who craves content that isn't mine-“

A/N: WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE??? NONONO YOU BITCH YOURE NOT SUPPOSED TO REQUEST FROM ME ??— IM YOUR BIGGEST FAN WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY INBOX🧍 

YES OFC ILL WRITE IT BUT WHAT??? IM OVER HERE MAKING YOU FANART AND SHIT IN THE BACK AND YOU JUST SAUNTER UP HERE LIKE “yo can I get uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh raggedy cloth and others with piano” GET THE FUCK OUT /j

——-

All turtles x Pianist!Reader

—

(In honor of this occasion I only see it fit to write with your cursed ass names) 

Raggedy Cloth:

HUGE sweetheart.

Likes to sit close to the bench, his head and arms propped up on the wood - taking up as little space as possible.

He watches closely, his tail wagging gently in anticipation as your fingertips drum on the keys. His smile widens as he hears the notes, snuggling up to you. 

Sometimes he has a hard time not hugging your torso, having you there in his arms just lulls the turtle right to sleep— doesn’t matter what you’re playing. 

You could be playing the most chaotic, horrifying, heart wrenching piece of sheet music and as long as he was hugging you, he’d be fine. In fact, he’s incredibly content!

If you gently pat his head before playing, the churring that vibrates from him is rather hard to play over— but eh who are you kidding? It adds a good baseline. 

He hardly notices anytime you mess up, and if it really starts to bug you - he’s rubbing up and down your back, telling you to take a break, get a snack, anything to help you calm down. 

Danielston III:

He isn’t exactly the type to sit and watch you play. 

However, when you had expressed an interest in piano, he quietly began working on a custom-made keyboard. Purple, of course.. with accents of your favorite color. 

It has more sounds than the original, and, it’s a lot more practical. 

It did come with headphones.. however, he may or may not have messed with the jack so it could hook up to his headphones as well — with Bluetooth.

You know how he records everything? 

…yeah.

Sometimes when he’s really overstimulated, he’ll just pull up recordings of your music, the sound calming his nerves until he can get himself back together. 

When he’s understimulated? There is nothing stopping him from remixing your talent.

He DEFINITELY adds your mess - ups too, he thinks your tirades of frustration are actually really humorous.

I like to think he makes most of his ‘jammy jams’ by himself, considering how he knows what he likes, but you know.

Overall he appreciates your talent— but in secret. He’d die before letting you know how much he relies on it. 

Mikey Mouse:

Loves your playing so much!! 

Theres no better feeling then listening to you play and working on his art— he considers you an incredible artist, especially if you compose your own music. 

His mood depends on what you’re playing, it can really affect what he plans on drawing.

If you play chaotic things, he acts like he doesn’t mind at all!! And really he doesn’t, but if you look over his shoulder, you’ll notice it’s inspired him to draw his own chaotic things..  

Things you wouldn’t even wanna unleash on your own worst enemy.

Everytime you finish a song or overcome a rut you were in, he’s bombarding you with compliments. 

“That one was so cool, Y/N!”

“Where did you learn to play like that?”

“You did it! I’m so proud of you..” 

incredibly genuine too— like it’s overflowing.

I feel like this was short, but there’s not really much to say about the mikester 😭 Hes just content to be in your presence. He sees you as an artist the same as him, same level and creative ability. He loves being around you.

Tableo:

He makes sure you have a couch instead of a bench for your piano

Why? 

So he can lean against you and prop his legs up on the armrests of course!!

He’s quick to point out when you do something impressive, like a chord progression you had been practicing all day. his brows furrow as he gives you his signature smirk, “Class-ayy~” 

He often reads comics while you play, chuckling anytime you mess up. 

If you point out his laughter, there is LOADS of teasing in for you. 

“I don’t see what’s so hard!” He laughs, as you scoff, asking him to play it if it’s so easy! “Well, you can’t expect me to just do it perfectly with hands like these..” he gestures to his 6 fingers, but scoots closer to you anyway, muttering something about how “but.. if you insist~”

He’s surprisingly really good his first try! Great for someone with “hands like his”.

If you try to teach him though, he’s yawning through your whole lecture — instead staring at you and how prettily your features meshed together. 

“Leo? Did.. you hear anything I just said..?”

“Hehehehhh.. nope. ♡”

He’s.. Shameless..!

Absolutely…

Shameless.

——

A/N: PLS EXCUSE ME FOR BEING SUCH A FANBOYJFHJDHS op is just really cool ♡

[queen-of-writing-bad-things]

Henry Danger Reader Insert | Captain Man x Reader: SEASON 1

Episode 17: Caved In

~Junk-N-Stuff~

Schwoz and Gooch were making a beeline for the entrance of Junk-N-Stuff. The sooner they could get out, the fewer questions they would have to answer. However, they couldn't escape the eager confusion of Henry and (y/n).

"Wha--wait! Gooch, Schwoz, don't leave!" Henry called out, as he and (y/n) were carrying boxes from the back of the store.

"We need to cheer Ray up! Oh yeah, just run away!" The young woman yelled at them, but they ignored her and shot straight past Charlotte, who was reporting for work. 

"Oh, come on, guys, you won't even look at us?" Henry shouted at the two fleeing men. He and his female boss angrily put down the boxes of junk as Charlotte came over to them.

"What are Gooch and Schwoz running from?" She asked, (y/n) putting her hands on her hips and sighing.

"Ray. He's in a really crap mood." She told the girl, scrubbing her face with her palm.

"'Cause, it's his super anniversary," Henery explained, Ray's crabby attitude had been rubbing off on him all morning.

"Super..." The dark-haired girl trailed off, needing a few more details to complete her mental picture.

"The anniversary of when he was eight years old, when he got densitised and became indestructible." The boy carried on, helping the woman sort out the various stuff that needed putting on the shelves.

Ooh, fun. We should celebrate." Charlotte smiled, thinking that a party for her boss would be fun. However, (y/n) paled at the idea, remembering how her own attempts at funning up Ray's super anniversary had fallen flat.

"No!" She shot down the notion.

"I mean 'no'." The girl quickly changed her answer, seeing how the woman freaked out at the word 'celebrating'. 

"But, why not?" Charlotte was too curious to just leave it there.

"Ray hates his super anniversary," Henry said for (y/n), whose face was lacking her usual smile.

"Why?" The girl asked again.

"Because when Ray's dad realised he was indestructible, he took him out of school and started training him to, y'know, kick-ass and fight crime." (y/n) told her, Charlotte looking through her junk box and picking up an orange mask.

"Yeah." The girl said, indicating that she was still listening despite her newfound interest in the bizarre artefact.

"And now he feels like he missed out on all the fun of being a normal kid." Henry finished, a mannequin's head in his hand, which he went to put on sale.

"Aw, that's so sad." Charlotte sympathised with Ray, knowing that being taken from his childhood must have deeply affected the man.

"Yeah, he's never been camping, or been on a rollercoaster. He can't even ride a bike." (y/n) told them sadly, thinking about how misty-eyed Ray got when she spoke about all the awesome things she got up to as a kid and teen.

"Hmm. My uncle Rosco never learned how to ride a bike." The younger girl mentioned her infamous uncle.

"How come?" Her blond friend asked.

"Because when he was a kid, he already weighed 400 pounds. The bikes just couldn't take it." Charlotte told them, her head shaking as (y/n)'s and Henry's faces thought about all the squashed bikes the man must have destroyed.

"Poor bikes," Henry noted. (y/n) returned to her shelf-stacking, the gentle dingle of the door's bell drawing her attention as someone came in. It was a little girl, around the age of Henry's sister, so she left the boy to deal with her.

"Hey. Need some help?" The teen boy smiled at the girl, putting his excellent customer skills to use.

"I was just wondering if I could try out that piano over there." The small girl asked politely, so Henry and Charlotte looked at (y/n) for permission. She was the nearest source of authority in the shop when Gooch or Ray wasn't around.

"Sure, knock yourself out, sweetie." She said over her shoulder, so the girl skipped over to the instrument and began to play. Her musical talent was clear and a soft melody filled the shop.

"Oh, will you help me organise these bamboo--" Charlotte tried to ask Henry, but Ray came storming out of the back, shouting about the piano playing.

"Hey, hey, hey. What's all the racket out here?" He stomped into the room, his face twisted into a frown. (y/n) gulped; his bad moods tended to send her nervous nature into overdrive.

"Uh, oh it's just a customer checking out the piano," Henry explained calmly, but on that day, the superhero was anything but calm.

"Hey. Hey, you!" Ray yelled at the little girl, making his best friend flinch slightly and slowly turn around from the shelf. She watched as the child stopped her lovely tune and spun around sharply.

"Haven't you learned how to play that crummy song yet?" He snapped, making the girl's face crumple in sadness. She ran out of the store in tears, making the other three in the shop look at Ray in shock and anger.

"Raymond!" (y/n) scolded him, but she could see how he had instantly regretted his words.

"Must you torture the children?" Charlotte asked him frostily. The kids hadn't seen the remorse cross his features.

"Ah, just forget everything." The man shrugged off their comments, feeling too upset to take any criticism.

"Stupid super anniversary. This nob is still loose!" He trudged towards the elevator and put his hand on an ornament on a side table, but to his surprise, it wasn't nailed down and he picked it up as he walked past. He slammed it back down, and marched back down to the Man Cave, muttering furiously as he left.

"Well, I see why Gooch and Schwoz got out of here," Charlotte stated, her eyes wide at Ray's outburst.

"I know, right? (y/n), how come you stay?" Henry questioned, even though he already had an idea why she stayed.

"He's upset. And if I go, he'll be all alone." She said in a small voice. She had contemplated giving him some space in the second year she had worked for him. One morning, she left to go to a friend's apartment in downtown Swellview, but on her return, she found him in a depressed state. Ray had clung to her like never before, realising that he craved her presence like a soothing balm for his wounds.

"You mean, you're the only one he likes to have around?" Charlotte smirked at her, causing the older woman to blush. However, before she could say something back, the door's bell rang again, and this time, the customer was an elderly gentleman.

"Excuse me kids, ma'am, I left eight thousand dollars in a rolled-up newspaper. Have you seen it!?" The old man asked them urgently. (y/n) looked at him with a stunned expression. 

'Who the hell leaves eight thousand dollars lying around?' She wondered.

"No."

"Sorry." Henry and Charlotte said to him, knowing that they'd have definitely remembered picking up eight thousand bucks somewhere in the store.

"Oh no!" The man cried and bumbled back out of the shock. The kids and (y/n) looked at each other with puzzled faces. There was never a normal day at Junk-N-Stuff.

"Can you believe that?" Charlotte exclaimed.

"No," Henry replied, making the older woman next to him nod in agreement.

"I know right, who would be that stupid to leave eight grand in a newspaper?" She giggled, but Henry's face implied that they weren't on the same page.

"No, I mean, who still reads newspapers?" The boy asked rhetorically. (y/n) raised an eyebrow at him, since he had made her feel really old.

"All right, whippersnapper, back to work." She prodded him with a weird old flute, which made the teens laugh at each other and carry on working.

~

~The Man Cave~

Henry and Charlotte had come up with a wonderful idea and using their excellent persuasion skills, they had finally gotten (y/n) on board. They figured that since Ray had missed out on all the fun parts of being a kid, they would cram them all into one exhilarating weekend. Of course, (y/n) had financed it, but the teens had come up with most of it by themselves. The older woman couldn't help but grow teary-eyed at how much effort they had put into setting up the Man Cave, and all they had to do now was get Ray in there.

(y/n) had cunningly sent him out of their hideout to give the kids the opportunity to get everything ready, and even though he threw tantrum at the idea of leaving his cosy headquarters, the old puppy-dog eyes still held their charm. The three of them were now helping their boss into the elevator, a blindfold tied securely around his head.

"What is all this?" Ray asked in an annoyed tone, but (y/n) squeezed his hand and he cheered up slightly.

"Stop being so grumpy." She told him, and she braced herself for the dropdown. Henry and Charlotte screamed until they hit the bottom but quickly got back on their feet so they could help (y/n) guide Ray into the Man Cave.

"Can I take the blindfold off now?" He asked, clutching his best friends hand since he couldn't see anything.

"No," Charlotte told him firmly from his right side. The last thing she wanted was for the surprise to be ruined.

"But I can't see anything," Ray whined, Henry guiding his shoulders into the right place.

"That's the whole point of a blindfold, doofus." (y/n) bantered, letting go of him so the two teens go put them where they wanted. His hand immediately missed her own warm fingers, so it waved around madly, looking to find where she had gone.

"Be careful." The woman warned Henry and Charlotte, thinking about how Ray was putting all his trust into them to shepherd him.

"Don't worry." The young girl reassured her, knowing how protective she got over him.

"We're not going to fall," Henry added too, but they hadn't noticed that in their rush to get ready, they had left a skateboard lying around on the floor. 

"Can't I just--Aah!" Ray screamed as he stepped onto the board, and ended up slipping backwards. He landed on the hard, cold floor with a thump and a groan, making his best friend rush over to him in worry.

"Oh my god, Ray." She helped him up, as Henry and Charlotte were angrily whispering at each other in regards to who was to blame. 

"So this is the surprise? You guys blindfold me and try to kill me?" The man snapped, gradually getting up with the help from the pretty girl beside him. His cross tone made her stomach twist in guilt and reminded her of how a teacher sounds when they're furious with a student.

"Sorry, our bad." The kids apologised, also wearing shamed faces as (y/n) steadied the man.

"I should've helped them, it was my fault." She spoke quietly and patted his arm gently. He sensed her uncertainty and sadness and knew that he had been the one to bring it out, so he took her hand in his again, a silent reminder that he never meant to make her upset.

"All right, Ray," Henry called out to him, signalling to (y/n) that it was her cue to show what they'd put together.

"Whip off that blindfold, (y/n)!" The woman did as she was told, and yanked the red bandanna from his eyes.

"Happy Super Anniversary!!" The three shouted together, watching with happiness as Ray took in everything they had arranged. Only, his face wasn't as happy as they had imagined it would be. They looked at him expectantly but still found no reaction. (y/n)'s nerves were starting to whiz around in her stomach, making her question whether they had done the right thing.

"I don't get it," Ray stated in a dull tone and (y/n) was really glad he was still holding her hand since she was sure it would still be shaking like the other one.

"You are going to have the ultimate kid's weekend of fun." Charlotte filled in the gaps for him, but the superhero still wasn't understanding what they were saying. No one had ever done something for his densitisation day, so this was all pretty new to him.

"What? What are you guys talking about?" The man asked.

"Since you missed out on being a real kid..." Henry started.

"This weekend we're going to do all the fun kid stuff you missed out on." Charlotte finished, her explanation causing Ray to look back and forth between the kids and (y/n) with growing excitement in his eyes.

"What? Really?" He asked incredulously.

"Yeah!" Charlotte smiled at his enthusiasm.

"We've got camping equipment, tickets to Six Poles Over Swellview, this cool new bike." (y/n) pointed out the stuff around the room, and Ray wandered over to the red bicycle in a puzzled, but touched mood.

"Whoa. Hold up. I don't know how to ride a bike." He said to his friends in a sad voice, thinking that he must be the only person in the world who never got to ride a bike as a kid. 

"We know. (y/n) told us." Henry said to him, making her swallow as he studied her nervous behaviour.

"So, we're gonna teach you." Charlotte continued and Ray felt like crying at how much they cared about him.

"Honest?" He grinned, his smile instantly dissolving his friend's worries like usual. His smile was her antidote, and it settled all those anxious butterflies that lived in her tummy.

"Yeah." Henry laughed at his sudden mood changed, glad that the normal Ray was coming back to them.

"Hey, you even got us matching t-shirts!" The smiley man pointed at several colourful shirts hung up on a rack, each one printed with the phrase, 'Ray's weekend of fum!'

Henry showed him a red shirt, and (y/n)'s eyes widened slightly at the typo.

"Fum?" She gave the teens a pointed look, remembering that it was their job to get them.

"Sorry, the t-shirt store messed up," Charlotte said sheepishly, but Ray was too grateful to let a small detail ruin what they'd done for him.

"Oh, okay. But why are there six t-shirts?" He asked, wondering who the extra two people were. There was himself, (y/n), Henry, Charlotte...it couldn't be Gooch or Schwoz since they had scarpered the minute he became moody. 

"Tell Ray who's coming." Henry passed the responsibility of giving him the bad news to Charlotte, who also didn't want to tell him, so (y/n) jumped in for them.

"It's the bucket kid and Henry's little sister, Piper." She looked up at him and cringed a little as his face screwed up in annoyance.

"Aw, no, why?" He asked, the idea of having a day out with the strange kid and bratty child didn't appeal to him.

"Well, Piper sprained her ankle," Henry explained, but it didn't sink in with Ray since he had no ideas about how theme parks work since he had never been to one.

"So?" He looked to his helper for answers, and like usual, she had them.

"She's on crutches, which means when we get to Six Poles, we can jump the queues because we have a crippled person with us." She smirked at him, and he put an arm around her shoulders as they revelled in her deviance. 

"Ah, and why are we bringing your bucket-loving friend with the sweaty hands?" This time, he asked Henry, who rolled his eyes at how charming he was being about Jasper.

"Because that's Jasper's camping stuff," Charlotte answered first, glancing at how the two adults had instinctively drifted towards each other until they were practically joined at the hip.

"And when you get to know him, he's a lot of fum." His jokes made Ray chuckle, which in turn, brightened (y/n)'s mood too.

"Come on, put on your t-shirt and let the fum begin!" She smiled up at him, and he brought her even closer to his chest, whilst also putting a hand on Henry's shoulder.

"You know, you guys are really sweet to do this for me." He said softly. He felt like he had found his own little family amongst them, and it made his heart soar.

"Well, I just paid for the stuff, those two were the masterminds behind it." (y/n) told him, smiling at the kids, who blushed under her proud smile. Ray got the feeling that she was being too modest, so he kissed the top of her head to let her know she was appreciated just as much as Henry and Charlotte. 

"Is it really time to put on my special t-shirt?" He squealed impatiently at the kids, as the woman next to him tried to hide her reaction.

"Sure, get in there." They nodded at him, and he ran to grab a t-shirt and go change. A buzzer sounded throughout the Man Cave as he ran off, making the kids look around in confusion.

"Someone's ringing the bell upstairs," Charlotte commented, recognising the noise.

"I'll check it." (y/n) nodded at her, jogging over to the supercomputer to see who had just walked into Junk-N-Stuff. Pressing the button, the outside camera showed the front door to the store. Jasper was stood looking at the camera happily, as a touchy Piper balanced on her crutches next to him.

"Oh, it's your bucket friend and Piper, I'll let them." She mumbled to Henry, who had walked over with her. She pressed the door release button on the control panel, unlocking the store for the kids. 

Seeing them both enter Junk-N-Stuff, (y/n), Henry and Charlotte turned around to see Ray struggling to fit his red 'weekend of fum!' shirt over his large torso. He tugged the material further down his chest, but it was simply too small and wouldn't stretch. (y/n) gulped at the sight of his chiselled Adonis belt and took a moment to appreciate how all his working out gave him a great body. 'Stop it, filthy girl.' She scolded herself, slapping herself mentally at how she was openly thinking about him like that.

"This one might be Piper's." He said slowly, realising that he'd picked up a child's t-shirt.

"Doofus, this one's yours." (y/n) shook off her aneurysm and threw the man a yellow t-shirt, that she had ordered in a large. That should definitely fit his beefy arms and muscled chest.

"Thanks, helper." He smiled at her sweetly, trying to get on her good side.

"Stop crawling and go change." She rolled her eyes as he gave her a salute and marched off to a back room. 

~Meanwhile, up in Junk-N-Stuff~

Jasper and Piper entered the store and looked around for their fellow teens, or at least the adults who owned the place. However, there was no sign of anyone.

"Move, I'm injured." Piper shoved him out of her way so she could hobble past.

"Pushy," Jasper said back, before taking a look around the wacky junk on sale.

"Hey, Henry, where are ya?" He called out, but he got no answer. 

"Hurry up!" The little girl yelled too, her sore ankle putting her in an even tetchier mood.

"You know, one day I would love to have my own store." The curly-haired boy said from behind the counter, but Piper wasn't one for listening to Jasper's pondering.

"Yawn." She rolled her eyes, thinking that the sooner Henry and his friends came, the better. Jasper looked around the cash register and noticed a series of controls on the side of the counter. 

"Hey, there's a bunch of switches back here. This one says 'Dinosaur flames'." He said to Piper, his curiosity getting the better of him. He flicked the switch and marvelled at how the fire came out of the dinosaur's mouth and smoke came out of its nostrils.

"Yeah, I did that!" He smiled in excitement, even though he knew he shouldn't be messing with stuff like that.

"Yeah, you're a big boy now." Piper mocked him, stumbling over to him a bit on her crutches. 

"Ooh, this one says 'release drum set'. I wonder what that does." Jasper pressed the next button, and this time, a drum kit fell from the ceiling and almost squashed Henry's sister. She quickly dashed out of the way, and narrowly escaped serious injury.

"You almost dropped an entire drum set on my head!" The little girl screamed at the paling boy, who gulped at her anger. 

"Not an entire drum set. I didn't see any cymbals." The teen boy pointed out, but then as soon as he said that, a pair of symbols came crashing down too.

"Weird. This one says 'emergency lockdown'. Hmm." Now, Jasper wasn't the smartest kid in the world, so the term 'emergency' didn't carry much water with him. Piper, however, had a gut feeling that the switch was bad news and quickly stopped him before he could cause another problem.

"Don't flip that lever." She warned him, knowing that something bad would happen if he did.

"Hey, I'm the big boy here," Jasper smirked at her, thinking that he knew best. As soon as he switched the lever, a red, flashing alarm sounded throughout the store, and the door and windows were sealed. 

~Down in the Man Cave~

The same alarm from upstairs rang in the hideout too, shocking everyone inside it, especially Ray and (y/n).

"What's going on?" Henry asked as he and Charlotte covered their ears from the deafening buzzing of the siren. 

"I don't know, but I hope it's not what I think it is!" Ray replied as he and (y/n) ran over to the computer to figure out what was happening. She tapped a few buttons, opening some of the lockdown controls.

~Back upstairs~

"What did you do?!" Piper yelled at Jasper over the alarm, panicking at the situation she found herself in thanks to the idiotic boy.

"I flipped the lever!" He cried, knowing that he had majorly screwed up. 

"Well, I told you not to flip the lever!" The little girl argued.

"I should've listened!" The boy agreed, as he too started to panic.

~Back in the Man Cave~

"Which one is it?" Ray asked his helper, as he tried to turn the red lights and noise off.

"Ahh, there." (y/n) tapped a button and finally gave their ears a break. The teens sighed at the quietness.

"What happened?" Henry asked, having never experienced that before.

"Go see if the elevator works," Ray instructed him, a sinking feeling settling in his abdomen, as (y/n) tried to override the lockdown.

"Come on, you damn thing." She muttered to herself, as Henry and Charlotte ran to the elevator. The girl reached for the button, but when it came into contact with it, she was met with a nasty electric jolt.

"Ow! The button shocked me!" She yelped, standing back from the button and blowing her fingers. 

"Ha, no way." Henry didn't believe her, so he tried the button himself, only to receive the same sting on his fingertips. 

"Ow! The button shocked me!" He whined the same words as Charlotte, so they looked back at Ray for answers.

"Henry, try the big sprocket. Charlotte, go see if the secret door opens." He told them, so they ran to do as he said. However, they all met in the middle, so there was a brief struggle as Ray sprinted to check if the tubes were working. 

Charlotte thumped her hand against the door's buttons, but it wouldn't open, making (y/n) glance at it in worry. Similarly, Henry spammed his remote control at the sprocket to see if he could get it to open, but he had no luck. 

"Ah, it won't go up!" He groaned as Charlotte struggled too. 

"Why won't this door open?" She tried pushing it with her back, but it was locked tight. Ray repeatedly tried his remote on the tubes, but like everything else, they were on lockdown. 

"What? The tube's not working either?" Henry asked, starting to feel worried that they couldn't get out. The woman at the computer kicked the machine she was using and flopped down into the chair with a frustrated groan.

"Nothing's gonna open. We're on emergency lockdown." She grumbled whilst Ray walked away from the tubes.

"What does that mean?" Charlotte questioned, although she had an inkling that it was something very, very bad.

"It's part of our security system," Ray explained, as (y/n) stood up from the computer area and walked over to where they were stood in the middle of the Man Cave.

"If some criminal finds out that Captain Man works down here and tries to force his way in, Gooch can flip a switch upstairs and lock the whole place down." He continued, as the young woman chewed over his words.

"But the only people upstairs right now are Henry's sister and..." (y/n) started, but then the penny dropped for Henry and Charlotte. There was only one kid dumb enough to pull a switch that said 'emergency lockdown'.

"Jasper!" They groaned together, knowing that he couldn't resist touching things that were dangerous or off-limits.

"Oh my god." (y/n) dropped her head against Ray's arm, as she cursed into the yellow fabric of his shirt. Ray rubbed his face with his hand, as Henry pulled out his phone.

"Who are you calling?" Charlotte asked him, as he swiped through his contacts.

"Jasper, to let him know to flip--" Henry tried to say, but an irritated Ray interrupted him.

"Nope." He said in a short, curt voice.

"What?" Henry asked, not understanding why he was so angry.

"Emergency lockdown mode blocks out all transmitters and receivers, including cell phones." He grumbled with a sigh.

"Which means we are totally screwed." (y/n) complained, as she and Ray walked to the headquarters' controls to see if they could get the doors to open. Henry and Charlotte wandered around too, although there wasn't much they could do to help. The blow boy could only imagine what Piper was going through with no signal.

"Can't you cancel the lockdown?" Henry asked them from his place on the stairs, watching as Ray jammed some buttons.

"Argh, no. (y/n/n), any luck?" He called out to the young woman, who was kicking the computer again.

"No, looks like we're stuck here for 48 hours." She said in a tired voice. She felt like she could cry, knowing that everything they had planned was going down the drain.

"That's two days," Charlotte said in disbelief. 

"Wow, I didn't know you were good at math, Charlotte." The woman said sarcastically, even though she didn't mean to bring out her bitterness onto the girl. She stood up and went to one of the camping chairs to sulk.

"Well, I don't get why we can't just--" Henry tried to say, but Ray was too upset at the thought of losing his weekend to answer silly questions. 

"Listen. The lockdown is on a timer. Once you flip that switch, this whole place is like a bank vault. Sealed tight." He said, going to the sad girl on camping chairs.

"Nobody gets in, nobody gets out. And no one can change that." She muttered as Ray flopped down into the blue chair next to her.

"Except for Schwoz, and he's with Gooch in Palm Springs." The large man said bitterly, recalling how his all of friends bailed on him. Well, all of them apart from one sweet girl who always wanted the best for him. 

"So, upstairs, Junk-N-Stuff is on lockdown too?" Henry asked as he started to worry about the two kids up there.

"Yep." (y/n) lifted one of her legs over the arm of her chair and slumped back in an irked tantrum. She folded her arms and let a scowl settle on her face as she thought about everything that was going wrong for them.

"Which means Jasper and Piper and trapped up there together." Charlotte realised, knowing that the two did not get on, even on the best of days.

"Oh my god." Henry's face went pale at the thought of them having to spend two whole days together. Ray shot up from his camping chair and dragged (y/n) from hers to the computer so they could see the cameras were still working. The teens ran over, as the young woman managed to get the link open.

They watched as the little girl chased Jasper around the store with one of her crutches, furious at the mess he had put them in.

"This is your fault!" They heard her shout, as the teen boy ran for his life.

"I didn't know!" He yelled back, but his words didn't calm Piper down, in fact, they seemed to anger her more. 

"You've ruined everything!" She seethed, as the people downstairs watched in horror.

"Yeah, the bucket kid's gonna die." (y/n) said, as Ray looked back at the teens behind them, wondering why they had to bring them into his store.

"There must be something we can do." Charlotte insisted, theorising that Schwoz and Gooch must have installed a fail-safe or something.

"(y/n), you have all the technical knowledge about this place." Ray placed a hand on her shoulder, making her think about what possible use she could be.

"You mean, I know how to clean this place and do your laundry." She sulked, still not happy about what had happened.

"Come on, you know loads about the machines in here, I bet you can do something." Henry encouraged her, which made a smile twinge on her lips. It was nice to know they had faith in her even when she didn't.

"Come on, clever girl," Ray murmured into her ear and maybe it was the need to impress him or the amount of blood rushing to her face, but an idea popped into her head.

"I guess I could try to jump-start a tube." She said in an unsure voice, but her suggestion was good enough for Ray, who pulled her to her feet.

"Great, then what's we'll do." He smiled at her, knowing that she was their only shot at getting out of there early.

"I don't even know if it'll work." She didn't want to get his hopes up, but she'd give it a go for him. She'd do anything for him.

"What do you need?" Charlotte asked, ready to help too.

"Um, jump cables, wire, a shit ton of batteries, and my toolkit." She said, listing all the things she knew were in the Man Cave's main room that she could use. The woman bit her lip as she went to examine the tube's controls, her heart jumping at how complicated they were, but she put on her brave face and got to work.

~

"And just one more battery to connect." (y/n) clipped a cable to one of the power packs they had found. It had been a long process, and she'd received numerous electric zaps from the batteries, but she had finally gotten to a stage where she thought it might work. 

"Okay, the panel's all set," Henry reported to her, as Ray helped her assembled the last circuit. He didn't want her poor fingers to get fried anymore, and she was worth the pain he worked through to connect everything together. 

"Good. Now hopefully these batteries will produce enough power to one tube working so we can get out of here." Ray explained the theory as Henry set the tube up. (y/n) crossed her fingers and toes in preparation for the test.

"Who's going up the tube?" The teen boy asked.

"It has to be Charlotte." The woman answered him, as she and Ray secured a large power cable.

"Why?" Henry questioned, the equations not making sense in his head.

"Because we have next to no power and she's the lightest." (y/n) could've gone into all the sciencey math and physics of the problem, but she didn't have the time.

"Yeah. Chubby." Charlotte joked as she jokingly patted Henry's stomach. The boy lifted his shirt to look at it, thinking that he wasn't chubby in the slightest.

"Okay, Charlotte, get up there." Ray pointed to one of the tube spots as he and his best friend dashed to the controls.

"You don't have to tell me twice." The girl hurried to her position and got ready to take off.

"You better come back for us," Henry told her.

"And bring a pizza," Ray added, feeling pretty hungry after all their work.

"A big pizza." (y/n) agreed with him, but she was still worried it wouldn't work.

"Let's just get me outta here first." Charlotte scolded them.

"Stand by," Ray said, as (y/n) fired up the power and a tube came down very slowly. She gulped at the dim lights that flickered in the Man Cave and she knew that they didn't have much time left.

"Good, now go for it!" She instructed Charlotte, who followed her direction and was gently sucked up by less than half the normal suction.

"Increase suckage!" Henry told the adults as they watched her feet dangle in the tube.

"Increasing suckage!" Ray turned the power up to full, and for a moment, they thought they had done it. Charlotte went up the tube and they all started clapping and laughing from their success.

"It worked, you clever girl!" Ray swept (y/n) into a tight embrace, as she basked in his praise. They let go of each other and Ray and Henry did their handshake.

"Boom!" They said, but at the same, the circuit began to overload and spark, scaring them half to death. (y/n) jumped in front of Henry, not wanting him to get hurt, so Ray stood in front of her too as they all kept screaming. Charlotte fell out of the tube and landed in a heap on the floor. 

"You didn't get the big pizza?" Henry joked sadly, as (y/n) looked down in shame at her failure. Not such a clever girl after all.

"No, I didn't get the big pizza!" The girl snapped back, her legs aching from the fall. She walked over to the computer and opened the camera to see what Jasper and Piper were up to. 

Meanwhile, (y/n) went to sit quietly on the steps near the sprocket, so she could be alone for a while. She sniffed at how she'd let everyone down, especially Ray. The woman glanced over at her best friend and saw him slouched over the tube's makeshift control panel. His face was so glum, it made her chest feel like it had been ripped open. This was meant to be his weekend where he could relive the childhood he never got, but now she was useless to him, and it made her feel even worse.

"We all better get out of here before those two kill each other," Charlotte said, having just watched Piper and Jasper argue about the lack of phone signal and food upstairs.

"They won't kill each other. She'll kill him." Henry corrected her, knowing that his sister was vicious when it came to having no access to the internet. Ray sighed and flicked the dead power lever, as he thought about how crummy this day always was.

"I knew I never should've got excited about my dumb super anniversary." He grumbled, his dejected expression making (y/n) feel even worse as she watched him from the stairs

"Hey. I'm really sorry Jasper got us trapped down here." Charlotte apologised, even though it wasn't her fault.

"And ruined the weekend of fun we had planned for you," Henry added in, as Ray stood up and walked over to them.

"It's not you guys' fault. My super anniversary is cursed." He complained, hating the day even more. 

"Hey. Maybe the weekend's not ruined." Henry piped up, an idea formulating in his mind. (y/n) studied him, seeing how his eyes were bright from whatever he had just thought about.

"What do you mean?" She asked in a quiet voice, reminding everyone of her presence. She knew how to lay low when she wanted to be left alone.

"All the stuff we planned for your super anniversary can still happen right here in the Man Cave." The sidekick exclaimed, but no one was following. 

"No, it can't." Ray protested.

"Hate to break it to you, Hen, but we ain't got no rollercoasters down here. Trust me, I've checked." (y/n) added, her normal optimism struggling to get over her disappointment.

"What are you saying?" Charlotte asked. Even she was confused about what Henry was getting at.

"Words! We got all this cool stuff we brought and there's other junk around here we can use." Henry started to explain, looking around at the bike and the tents with a determined excitement. They were going to have a good time, even if it killed him.

"Kid--" Ray tried to calm him down, not wanting to get all giddy over his 'cursed' anniversary.

"We can still go camping, just indoors. There's even enough room down here to teach Ray how to ride a bike." Henry grinned at them all, and Charlotte got on board with what he was saying.

"His enthusiasm's infectious." She pointed out to Ray.

"What do you say, Ray?" The boy smiled at his boss, who looked at his helper who was too bust fiddling with her sleeve to notice his gaze.

"I say...let's have some fum!" He said, grabbing the t-shirts and waving them in front of the kids. They squealed in excitement, but the woman on the stairs watched on without saying a word. Charlotte noticed her depressed demeanour and pulled Ray to the side as Henry went to change his clothes.

"Talk to (y/n) while we're gone." She hissed into his ear and he knew that she was disappointed in herself.

"Right, yeah. You go get changed, I'll get her smiling again." He nodded at her words, and she left to go to a back room.

Ray made his way over to the stairs and stood at the bottom of them, analysing all of (y/n)'s nervous habits. The way she played with her sleeve or her hair, how she bit her lip or blinked too fast. He picked them up through the years and even though she didn't know it, he could read her like an open book.

"Hey." He greeted her, but she didn't meet his gaze.

"Hi." Her voice was quiet but steady, so he knew she wasn't crying. 'Okay, a good sign.' He thought to himself, but he still needed to choose his words carefully. 

"We're gonna have some fum, me and the kids." He told her, despite the fact she had heard everything they had just been saying.

"I know." Her fingers stilled on the fabric of her sweater.

"Don't you wanna have some fum with us?" He asked tentatively, walking up the steps slowly until he could sit next to her.

"I don't feel like fum." She muttered, glancing at his knee which was grazing hers.

"Why not?" Of course, he knew the answer, but he wanted to hear it from her lips.

"Because I failed, I couldn't get one small child up a stupid tube." (y/n) dug her fingernails into her palm and gritted her teeth.

"I shouldn't even work down here, I'm bringing nothing to the table." Her words set a small sliver of fear into Ray's heart, as the idea of her leaving gnawed away at his mind. It was one of his worst fears, losing her from his superhero life taking a toll on her, or her finding something better for herself out in the world. Sometimes, Ray felt slightly selfish, knowing that kept her cooped up in his base to do the chores that he struggled to keep on top of, but he really did need her.

"You stop me from going insane from living with Schwoz, you keep this place running and clean, you stop me from being a pig-headed doofus." He recited just a handful of some of the roles she fulfilled, and his use of her nickname for him made her chuckle.

"You are a doofus." She gently pushed his head away with a smile, starting to feel like her normal self.

"There's my happy girl. You ready to have some fum?" He asked her, getting up and offering his hand to her. She looked up and grinned, accepting the help up and they walked back down to wear her shirt was.

"Go get dressed and then the fum will begin!" She hurried off to get dressed, leaving Ray to thank whichever God sent his angel to be by his side.

~

"Put your helmet on." (y/n) smiled and handed Ray his bike helmet. They had decided to start. by teaching him how to ride a bike. The man fastened the clip under his chin and put his leg over the seat, feeling a little wobbly.

"Don't let go, don't let go." He stressed to Henry and (y/n), who were holding him stable before he set off. They chuckled at his nervousness; it really was like teaching a child for the first time.

"You're fine," Henry told him.

"We're not gonna let you fall." (y/n) reassured him too, even though she thought that falling off your bike was a fundamental part of learning.

"You're also indestructible." Charlotte pointed out, not understanding why the man was so nervous. It's not like he could scrape his knee or bump his head.

"Well, I don't want to fall." Ray retorted as his knuckles whitened on the handlebars.

"Just look ahead, keep your back straight, your butt rigid, and pump your legs until you get to Charlotte," Henry said, his plan seemed to calm his boss down slightly.

"And don't worry." (y/n) smiled, calming him even more.

"Okay." Ray nodded and began to turn the pedals and gently start moving. He was wobbly, but he started moving and before he knew it, he was halfway there.

"I'm doing it! I'm riding!" He laughed with pure joy, making it over to Charlotte. He was so proud of himself, and his happiness spread to others too.

"Should we tell him about the stabilisers?" Henry whispered in (y/n)'s ear, as they clapped for Ray.

"Nah, just let him enjoy the moment for now." She replied, not wanting to rain on her best friend's parade.

~10 minutes later~

Having been practising with the extra wheels for a few minutes now, (y/n) decided that it was now time for Ray to ride on his own.

"Okay, Ray. No training wheels." Henry said to the man as he unscrewed the wheels.

"Ready?" Charlotte asked him.

"Locked and loaded, baby." The large man replied, ready to get moving again.

"Remember, the faster you go, the more balance you'll have." The woman next to him said, placing her hand on his back so she, Charlotte and Henry could give him some momentum.

"Do it," Ray told them, so they gave him a shove and he started to move. He was wobbling again, but he had managed to stay upright.

"You're doing it, Ray!" The kids encouraged him, loving the way his face lit up.

"I'm doing it! I'm riding on two wheels!" He squealed, but he was so excited about riding properly, he didn't watch where he was going and ended up crashing into the computer. Henry, Charlotte and (y/n) cringed as they watched the bike and rider switch places so Ray was laying on the floor groaning and the bike was on top of him.

"I'm okay." He told them as soon as the pain passed, but somehow, his bike chain caught on fire. 

"How the hell have you managed that?" (y/n) asked, grabbing a fire extinguisher for the flames. Ray moved out of the way as she squirted the gas and smothered the fire. Seeing that the bike was heavy, her best friend helped her move it from the control panel, but as they did, they accidentally opened the camera link to Junk-N-Stuff.

They all watched as Piper cried about her phone signal and Jasper came up with a plan to get them out of there. He theorised that if he played the drums as loud as he could and Piper screamed 'help' to anyone on the street, then they would eventually be rescued.

"Help!"

"We need somebody!"

"Help!" 

"Anybody!"

"Help!" They both cried out, as Ray and (y/n) cringed at the racket.

"That is the worst cover of 'Help' I've ever heard." The man joked and even though the kids didn't get it, the young woman next to him giggled.

"I know right, they're slaughtering The Beatles." She chuckled with him, but Henry and Charlotte were keen to move on to the next activity.

"Ray, come on, we're ready." The boy called to him, so the two adults ducked under the makeshift rollercoaster and went over to them.

"Welcome to...Six Poles Over Swellview!" The kids said together, showing off the mini slide they had created with the junk they found lying around.

"You ready to ride the flume?" Henry smirked at him, as Ray couldn't contain his eagerness.

"Yeah. What's a flume?" The man wanted to know since he had never been on a ride ever.

"Just get in the log," Charlotte told him, knowing that he'd get it once he'd had a go.

"That's a cooler," Ray observed.

"Just pretend it's a log." (y/n) looked at him with demanding eyes, and he complied with what they had said.

"I'll get in the log." He climbed up the stairs and squished himself into the tight cooler. He watched as (y/n) ran to the microphone and Henry and Charlotte got the water and camera ready.

"Now what?" He smiled, eagerly anticipating what they had planned.

"Please keep your hands and feet inside the log at all times. Mantenga los manos y los pies adentro del tronco en todo momento, por favor." The woman announced like a member of staff at a theme park. She even went as far as to dust off her Spanish skills for extra authenticity.

"¡Gracias!" Ray shouted to her, thinking it was hot when she spoke in other languages. 

"Now, pull the pin," Henry instructed him, as he stood behind the camera. Ray did just that, and the cooler began to slowly move down the slide, making Ray cry out in exhilaration. It wasn't the fastest ride in the world, but him, it didn't matter and as he came to the end, Charlotte threw some water at him and Henry took his photo.

"Yes! That was a lot of fum." Ray exclaimed happily, putting his beefy arms in the air. His eyes crinkled with happiness as (y/n) helped him from the 'log'. 

"What's next?" He asked, his childlike personality really coming out to sparkle. 

"We're gonna go camping." (y/n) told him, making him squeeze her into a hug as Henry sneakily took a picture of them. 'Yep, that's a keeper.' The boy thought to himself, as the image captured showed two idiots in love.

~

Charlotte and Henry were setting up the tents and sleeping bags, as (y/n) lit the fire. She had been apprehensive to build one in the Man Cave, but Ray pleaded with her, so how could she say no? She wasn't going to be the one to put a dampener on things. The large man placed four chairs around the fire, as the woman finally got it going.

"Aha, yes! Me cavewoman, me create fire!" (y/n) joked, making Ray laugh. They settled into their chairs, which neither of them noticed to be closer to each other than any of the rest. The teens brought over some marshmallows and sticks and they all huddled in to enjoy their camping moment.

"I didn't know camping involved marshmallows and fire," Ray exclaimed, as his best friend showed him how to rotate the squishy treat until it was perfectly gooey. 

"This is fantastic." He smiled brightly, (y/n) observing how young he looked at that moment. All his worries had left him and seeing him so carefree made her heart soar.

"Yeah. Um, (y/n), are you sure it's cool to have this fire in here?" Henry asked the woman as she took a swig from her beer.

"Oh yeah, but only because I'm an adult and I'm supervising this activity." She said, teasing the man next to her, who looked offended when she didn't mention him as an adult.

"So, you're saying that no kid should ever try this without adult supervision?" Henry asked again.

"Exactly." She replied, knowing that kids shouldn't play with fire.

"So, are you having a good time?" Charlotte questioned, noticing how close the two adults were.

"Because, you know, this isn't exactly the weekend we planned," Henry said.

"We didn't get to do everything perfectly." (y/n) added too, but Ray grabbed her free hand squeezed it.

"Are you three kidding me? This is amazing. You guys taught me how to ride and crash a bike. You showed me what riding a flume is like. We're camping." He told them how thankful he was, enjoying how warm his friend's fingers were from the fire.

"Yeah. And I bet we helped you forget that you never had a normal childhood." Henry said, but his words made (y/n) facepalm.

"He did until you said that." The woman said, turning her marshmallow over the flames. The lights above their heads flickered, making them feel nervous again.

"Uh-oh," Henry said.

"What's with the lights?" Charlotte asked, wondering what could possibly go wrong next.

"The generators must be giving out," Ray replied, letting (y/n) shuffle towards him slightly. A dark Man Cave always freaked her out.

"I think there's a flashlight in the cabinet over there." She said to Henry, hoping that they wouldn't have to sit in darkness.

"I'll check." The boy got up and opened the cupboard. Ray and (y/n) both stuffed their melted marshmallows into their mouths. Henry looked around the dusty cabinet and found a clock on a wire.

"Hey, what's this?" He showed the adults, who looked at it in confusion.

"What you got there?" Ray dropped his stick to the floor.

"Uh, a clock with wires coming out of it." Henry described, as (y/n) walked over to check it out.

"Lemme see that." She took the clock from Henry's hands and studied it.

"There's something written on the back." Charlotte pointed out, so Ray peeped over her shoulder.

"That's Schwoz's handwriting." He instantly recognised the genius' scrawl. (y/n) gulped at how she could feel his body heat jump through his t-shirt onto her back.

"Lockdown timer. Do not touch." The woman deciphered Schwoz's poor calligraphy. Honestly, sometimes he wrote like a drunken crab.

"Timer? You said the lockdown was 48 hours." Henry frowned at the thing in her hands.

"And you said nothing could change that," Charlotte added to his confusion.

"Yeah, but if this clock is the timer for the lockdown..." Ray trailed off, as he and (y/n) shared a brainwave.

"Try turning the hands forward!" Charlotte directed the older woman, who did as she said. She spun the hands around the clock, fast forward the timer by forty-eight hours. A buzzing sounded as the doors unlocked and everything switched back on. They all cried in celebration at the prospect of freedom.

"The elevator works," Henry said, as Ray and (y/n) tried the sprocket.

"So does our sprocket," Ray replied, happy to have access to his bedroom again.

"Bye! Up the tube!" Charlotte waved goodbye to them and got out of there as quickly as she could. 

"Oh my god, Junk-N-Stuff!" (y/n) exclaimed, running over the computer to check the camera. 

"I've never, ever been this hungry," Jasper whined onscreen, as he and Piper had slumped against the counter. 

"Why are they still up there? Can't they leave since the lockdown is over?" Henry asked, worried at how incoherent his best friend and sister were.

"Yeah, but I think they're delirious with hunger," Ray told him, as Piper got desperate.

"Okay, how about this? If you let me eat your thumb, I'll let you eat my thumb." She proposed to the curly-haired boy and the thought of something to eat was too tempting for him to resist.

"Deal." He groaned and they swapped hands.

"Holy shit." (y/n) breathed, worried that the kids were actually gonna start eating each other.

"They're gonna eat each others' thumbs," Henry said to Ray.

"We better get up there." The superhero said, as he and Henry took out their gum tubes and pooped a gumball. 

"Let's blow and go." Henry quipped, and they both transformed into Captain Man and Kid Danger. 

~

Entering from the front of the store, the two superheroes burst into Junk-N-Stuff, preventing Piper from biting through Jasper's food.

"Stop eating that thumb!" Ray shouted at her, and they stood up in a daze. 

"It's Captain Man." Jasper looked at the large man, who was beginning to look fuzzy.

"And Kid Danger." Piper smiled in confusion.

"Yes, we are," Henry replied, but in Jasper's and Piper's minds, they had transformed into a burger and a hot dog. 

"Why...Why are they looking at us like that?" Henry asked Ray, as the boy and girl began to salivate.

"Uh, I don't know." His boss replied, not liking how the kids were smacking their lips together. 

"Why are they coming towards us?" Henry asked, panicking at how Jasper was staring at him. 

"I don't know, but they look hungry!" Ray said and the two of them backed up to the door.

"Wait! Stop!" A melodic voice came from the back, drawing the attention of the four people on the shop floor. (y/n) came running in, an assortment of food from the auto-snacker nestled in her arms. 

"I have pizza!" She said, waving the greasy food under Jasper and Piper's noses. The kids turned away from Captain Man and Kid Danger and began to stalk towards her instead. 

"Food..." Jasper mumbled, his pupils dilating at the smell of pepperoni and mozzarella.

"Yeah, leave the nice superheroes alone, and catch!" The woman threw each kid a slice of pizza and they devoured it within seconds. They looked at her for more, sauce smeared over their lips.

"Knock yourselves out." She put the rest of the pizza on the counter, as well as a load of fries, chocolate, doughnuts, waffles and everything else the snack machine had thrown out in record time. Jasper and Piper jumped on the food pile like zoo animals at feeding time, making the woman stand back. 

"How'd you know we were about to be eaten?" Henry asked her quietly, as they stood back and watched his sister inhale three doughnuts in one minute. 

"You do know there are cameras in here, right? I saw everything." (y/n) smirked, remembering how Swellview's bravest crime fighters were crying like little girls.

"Let me guess, you recorded us being scared?" Ray sighed at her, seeing the mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Of course, it's not every day Captain Man wets his pants due to some children." She laughed to herself and walked back to the elevator so she could watch the clip again. Ray looked at her back until she was gone, making Henry nudge him with his elbow.

"Dude, you're so obvious." The sidekick teased him, making Ray look at him with annoyance.

"I am not!" Ray snapped back, trying to pretend that he wasn't melting from her smile.

"Are too."

"Am not!" 

"Are too!

"Am not!" This went on for a while, as (y/n) watched from the Man Cave, wondering what they were arguing about. She had an uncanny knack for missing things in plain sight.

[fallingblueroses]

It's amazing how productive I can be on laundry day.

Kathy finds Jeoph and learns a little more about how Geoff's clones work.

Look up Bugs Bunny singing "King For A Day." That's how I imagine this.

***

Kathy reasoned that Layne would have noticed if a clone had shown up at PattyCake, so she headed back to the house as her first stop in the search for Jeoph. When she got inside and headed to the studio she heard piano music. Looks like I guessed right.

Jeoph looked up at her, startled, as she walked in. "Uh...hi."

"Hi." He'd retrieved the piano bench, and she sat down on it next to him. "Jeoph? Am I right?"

He nodded. Kathy looked him over. He was thinner than Geoff, with dark circles under his eyes. "So...um...what's going on?"

"That's what I want to know," she said gently. "What happened?"

"Host accidentally kicked a cord loose," Jeoph said in his soft voice. "He was trying to fix it when he got shocked."

She took one of his hands in hers, causing him to look at her with wide, startled eyes. "Why did you all run away?"

"It's our first time outside of Host. We panicked." Jeoph gave her an apologetic smile. "When I saw you and the ambulance leave I figured it was safe to come back. I think Goff doubled back too."

"I'll check in a little bit. But...why did you come back here to work? Why didn't you run off to have fun like Daryl?"

"Why should I? This is where I belong. This is what I do." He looked down at their joined hands and brought his other hand up to gently play with Kathy's fingers. "I hope Daryl didn't have too much fun."

"He went to a strip club with Cesar."

Jeoph chuckled. "Yeah, that's Daryl. Don't get too mad at him. He's still young and curious."

"So, you're the worker," Kathy said. "Daryl's the...what? The fun-loving one? The rebellious teenager?"

"Something like that."

"What are the other two? What does Frieda do?"

"Goff takes care of our physical health. Our food and all that. Jeff is kind of our supervisor."

"Ah, so Jeff takes care of the all of you, so he takes care of Geoff...of Host."

Jeoph nodded. "And Frieda is the caretaker. I mean...she looks after you and William and VoicePlay. Makes sure that you all have everything you need."

Kathy smiled. "She does a good job. You all do. Although you look like you could stand to take better care of yourself."

Jeoph shrugged. "Eh. I do all right."

Kathy was about to say something when she heard singing. "Life is just a dream, make the dream supreme, you're King for a day...."

Jeoph sighed. "That's Goff. He's always like that after a workout and shower."

Kathy smiled, amused, as Goff went through the rest of the song. When he got to the final "King for a day", his voice dropped to such a rich A-zero that it made Kathy's stomach drop. She gasped and put her hands over her belly as Jeoph yelled. "Goff! Frieda said never hit that A-zero ever again!"

"Well Frieda's not here so I can sing whatever I please!" He came into the studio wearing nothing but a towel around his waist, and blinked to see Kathy. "Oh. Hi." He looked at Jeoph. "Why didn't you warn me she was here?!"

"You didn't hear us talking? Why are you running around the house like that anyway?"

"It's my house!" Goff snapped indignantly.

"It's mine too! And there's a lady present!"

"It's not like she hasn't seen my body before. Right, Kath?"

She jumped, her cheeks filling with blood. "Uh...right."

Goff gave Jeoph a triumphant look. "See?"

Jeoph groaned. "Just go get dressed."

Goff sighed in irritation. "Fine." He walked out of the studio.

Jeoph sighed and turned to Kathy. "Sorry about that."

"N-no, it's okay." She swallowed and tried to push the thoughts she was having out of her head. "But I'd better call Eli. He's out looking for Goff."