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coralinnii · 24 days

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Hi! I saw that you were opening your requests for the next day or so to celebrate getting 2.7k followers! First off, I wanna say congratulations, and may you have a good day/night (almost wrote 'not' lol)!

Anyways, I read your rules, and wondered if I could get a fic with Leona, Vil, Malleus, and Lilia being in a relationship with a Venti! Reader? Essentially, Venti is a Genshin Impact character who plays the lyre, controls the wind, and has a playful personality.

‧₊˚✧ As Free as the Wind ‧₊˚✧

↳ Twst guys with a Venti!reader

feat: Leona ❋ Vil ❋ Malleus ❋ Lilia genre: humor, mild fluff note: no pronouns were used with the reader, Venti!reader is of legal age to drink, no spoilers regarding the Genshin Impact storyline, minor spoilers for TWST Book 7

Thank you reading my rules, always appreciate the extra effort people make! I deeply apologize for how late I am with this, but I hope you enjoy the post. Hopefully I captured Venti's personality well enough >_<'

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Ooff, did he first thought you were a pain in his tail.

Loud, cheeky, no fear of disturbing anyone for entertainment or favors… at least Ruggie has the decency to be useful.

He scoffed when you smile and act as if he can’t sense a dangerous well of power within you, the playful persona you present may fool a common man but not Leona.

He’ll play your game though. There’s no benefit to him to pry into your secrets. He finds this side of you, the one that would play a soft ballad for him for some booze money, much easier to deal with.

This is a strange relationship, but Leona can respect someone strong and most of all, doesn't tell him what to do. You believe in free will and freedom above else, which Leona appreciates.

“The concept of one king ruling over all... I can’t say I’m too interested in a land like that.”

Leona laughed at your boldness. With you, there’s no sense about stuffy responsibilities and obligations.

There are sweet days where you and Leona would spend the day in the greenhouse, Leona sleeping soundly as you play your lyre while humming your new poems, the wind carrying your melodic voice.

“Huh, do you have a song for me? Hah, what do you want from me this time? Fine, I’ll let you play.”

Vil immediately clocked something powerful about you, your nonchalant persona is good, but you cannot fool a seasoned actor like him.

No matter, though. Vil has no interest in delving into someone’s past like that. Vil assumes that if you must act so easy-going yet private about yourself, then he won’t pry into such things. One must have reasons, he supposed.

However, Vil cannot let go of your pension for the “occasional” drink or two. Vil doesn’t care that you are older than your appearance suggest, alcohol impacts your body and health as you age so he rather you limit that little habit of yours.

“Come now, Vil. Another bottle wouldn’t hurt~”

“Hmmph, you don’t have to worry much about yourself when you’re drunk but I most certainly do, especially when you come to me reeking of wine.”

But you always managed to quell his anger by singing ballads and poems about your wonderful beloved Vil. That always lifts the Housewarden’s mood and you end up with a mere reprimanding. Hehe.

Vil will not, however, forgive you so easily if you get too mischievous with him. The beautiful man can respect your talent with wind and currents, but he doesn’t appreciate the gust you would conjure up if it messes up Vil’s appearance too much.

“Don’t even think about running away from me. I know you were behind the sudden rush of wind, my mischievous one. Acting cute or sweet words is not going to work this time.”

However youthful you may appear, Malleus can sense an old soul within you which feels familiar and powerful.

Malleus is often surprised by you, for your playful and bold nature while handling the wild winds as skillfully as you hold the lyre. You bear similarities to a certain someone that he can’t help but respect you and hold you to a higher regard than any typical being.

Malleus doesn’t hate that easygoing personality of yours. On the contrary, he enjoys that spontaneous side of yours as you suggest the strangest of ideas to a powerful figure such as him.

“Let's go jumping in puddles and see who can make the biggest splash!“

You are a sociable being, making friends so easily that it baffles the young fae. A few cute words from you and it was suddenly so easy to lower one’s guard around you.

However, when you’re alone and don’t realize his presence, Malleus catches that gleam of loneliness in your eyes as you gaze from your tall resting spot. A look that Malleus feels a kinship with you in that regard.

”You would like to take a stroll with me tonight? Oh, a race in the sky, you say? Very well, but don't be conceited enough to believe I’m so easily bested.”

Dear Sevens, why would you ever let these two chaotic gremlins be in the same vicinity? Do you know no mercy for others?

The two of you would hit it off so well, it’s almost concerning. Lilia finds you a delight to be around, almost a kindred spirit even.

“So, you also took care of a dragon long ago.”

“Yeap, but he sorta became a nation-wide threat when I decided to leave and go off on my own.”

“Ah yes, those things do tend to happen.”

(if you can’t tell who’s saying what, that really speaks to how similar a coincidence that was)

Jamming sessions ALL. THE. TIME. The campus has not known a single moment of rest as you display your musical talents in the courtyard while Lilia encourages you all the way, occasionally playing along with an instrument of his own.

Lilia is fascinated by your lyrical retellings of your world and would love to visit this kingdom that values freedom among all else, and of this dandelion wine you speak so lovingly about.

As a man with his own… history, Lilia isn’t the type to ask too much about you if he sees you dodging the question. He can recognize that familiar look of longing and loss, so Lilia doesn’t press further and instead indulge with you in one more glass of bittersweet wine.

“What tales do you have to regale for tonight? I’m always captivated by these grand adventures of yours, it’s almost tempting for this old soul of mine, hehe.”

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babybluebex · 2 years

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𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧 | 𝐣𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐡 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | you ask joseph if he can fuck you in character as eddie, and he’s more than happy to do it. 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | joseph quinn (rpf) x fem!reader 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 | smut (minors dni, oral m!receiving, p in v sex, unprotected sex, doggy style) degradation kink, he’s a sweetheart 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 | i’ve had this idea for a while and i finally got it down on paper hehe enjoy!

“You want me to do what?”

You rolled your eyes. “Well, don’t act like that,” you huffed. “It was just a thought, take it or leave it.”

Joseph’s eyes were wide as he considered the offer you had just laid at his feet and, for as good of an actor as he was, you had no idea what emotion he was trying to convey with furrowed eyebrows and moonish eyes and an agape mouth. “Repeat that,” he said finally.

“What?” you asked. “I want you to fuck me in character. You act like I’ve asked something monstrous of you.”

“No, no, it’s just…” Joe began, and he laughed. “Eddie is so different from me. I didn’t think you’d like him at all.”

“I do,” you admitted. “He’s just so sweet.”

“And you want to fuck him?” Joe asked with a lilting laugh. At least he seemed amused by the idea. “In costume and everything?”

“Yeah,” you admitted quietly, lightly chewing at your fingernails. “Look, Joey, it took a lot of courage for me to even ask, so if you’re gonna tease me about it—”

“No!” Joe said quickly, and he moved to sit next to you on the bed. The trailer was small, obviously not built for more than one person, but you and Joe made it work.

You had only seen him in costume once, when he popped by the trailer during lunch to grab his phone charger, and the sight of the long hair and the tattoos had done something to you. You couldn’t stop thinking about it, and, as lovely as your Joe was, you wanted to see if he would even agree to something like that.

“Listen, I-I like the idea,” Joe told you. “I was just surprised. Are you sure it’s something you want?”

“I’m sure,” you told him. He put his strong arms around you and carefully tugged you to sit on his lap, and you tossed your arms around his neck, smiling at him. “Is that a yes? You’ll do it?”

Joe sucked at the back of his teeth, and he nodded. “You’re persuasive,” he told you, and his hand lightly touched your cheek, his thumb moving back and forth on the high point of your face. “Do you wanna plan it, or let it be a surprise?”

“Surprise me,” you said. “Surprise me with Eddie.”

“I’ll be sure to,” Joe told you, and he kissed you softly, his perfect pink lips pressing and molding to yours. He tasted like cigarettes, even though he swore up and down that he would quit, but you didn’t mind it really. It was just so perfect and so Joe that it made your head spin if you thought about it too hard.

The next day passed with no Eddie appearance, and so did the next. Your time on set was coming to an end soon— visiting from London for a week didn’t exactly give you a lot of time with him, especially with the shooting schedule being so hectic, sometimes 12 hour days that spanned all night and left your Joey incredibly tired when he schlumped into the trailer at 6AM— and you almost worried that he had forgotten. You didn’t want to remind him, though; you didn’t want to lump another thing onto his back. Even if it never came to fruition, you decided, the fact that he said he would try meant the world to you.

Finally, the day before your flight back home, your last dinner with Joe, it happened. You stepped into the trailer and slung your bag down, and you settled on the sofa before you took notice of a smell. It wasn’t a bad smell, just different, and you quickly identified it.

Cologne. Not the Dior stuff that you were used to Joe wearing, but something that stung a little in your nose, something cheap. And a hint of cigarettes, maybe? Cheap cologne and cigarettes. Your eyes widened, and you called out “Joey? Oh, umm… Eddie?”

There was a commotion from behind the closed door that led to the itty bitty bedroom, and you heard a distinctly non-South London voice call back to you. “One sec, sweetheart!” he said in a pitch-perfect American accent, and your heart fell into your stomach. It was happening. He was doing this for you.

The door slid open, and your mouth fell agape at the sight before you. Your prim and proper Joseph was completely transformed, long hair that framed his jaw and touched his shoulders, curled like his real hair but much darker than his, wearing ripped jeans and white tennis shoes and that distinctive black and white Hellfire Club shirt. His sleeves were rolled to his elbows to show off the tattoos that he now had on his arms, and you could see one peeking out the top of his shirt. The rings on his fingers made you shiver, and, everything added altogether, you couldn’t believe that he was actually doing this for you.

“There she is,” he said with a wide smile, and he came to stand in front of you. His belt was right in your eyeline, and your eyes widened at the handcuff belt buckle. Jesus. Your mouth went dry and you swallowed, and you looked up at Joe with wide eyes. “What do you think, babe?”

“You look…” you started, and you struggled for the right word. “Hot.”

“Well, I know that,” Joe said and rolled his eyes. “You like what you see, huh?”

You stretched out your hands to touch him, and you hooked your fingers in his belt and tugged him a step closer. He laughed under his breath as you touched him all over, your hands wandering from his thighs to his stomach and to his neck, and you tugged up his shirt to see the demon and the spider tattoos on his chest. “Oh, yeah,” Joe chuckled, still stuck in the accent. “Aren’t these tats sweet?”

“This is so weird,” you laughed lightly, and you placed a kiss on Joe's belly before you let his shirt fall back down. “Oh my God, Joey…”

“Who’s Joey?” Joe asked, his eyebrows furrowing. “Have you been seein’ other guys behind my back?”

“Never, my love,” you told him, and you stood up and wrapped your arms around his neck. “I’d never do that. I only want my Eddie.”

“Good,” Joe told you, and he brushed a kiss across your lips. “‘Cause I only want my sweetheart.”

Your lips tingled with his kiss, and you couldn’t help the heat that was quickly invading your body. He was hot. Your Joey was everything to you, he was incredibly sexy and smart and attractive and kind and every good thing that could be said about a person, but Eddie was different. Eddie was a different sort of sexy, in a way that seemed almost dangerous, like he would bend you over the counter and fuck you at any second.

“Speaking of,” Joe began, kissing your cheek softly. “My dick is hard as fuck. Think you can help with that?”

“God!” you laughed, your face heating up. “Blunt.”

“You know how us Americans are,” Joe laughed, his cheeks tinging pink. “We’re nothing if not blunt. C’mon, sweetheart, I know how bad you wanna suck me off.”

“I do,” you admitted. “But maybe I just wanna kiss you first. Say hi properly, y’know?”

“Sure,” Joe replied, and he slotted his hands into the back pockets of your jeans, squeezing your ass for a moment. “Hi there.”

“Hi,” you giggled, and you leaned up to kiss him again. “How’re you doing?”

“M’fine,” Joe shrugged. “Couldn’t wait to get a break and come see you.”

“How long do we have?” you asked.

“Just under an hour,” Joe told you, his big eyes sparkling at you. At least he didn’t have to wear any colored contacts for Eddie; if you didn’t see his wide brown eyes, you would be too sad. “Think that’s enough time?”

“Oh, definitely,” you nodded. “So I guess I’ve gotta get to work, right?”

“Yeah,” Joe nodded. “Sooner, the better.”

You kissed him one last time, and your hands went to the handcuff belt buckle, opening his pants to you. Even a brush of your hand across his pants had him hissing in a breath, and he mumbled, “Don’t you fuckin’ tease me, sweetheart.”

“I’m not,” you giggled, and Joe’s hand came to grab your chin, and he forced you to look at him. There was something different in his eyes, something a little darker than you were used to, but the intensity only made your cunt twitch.

“Fuckin’ talking back,” Joe said. “Don’t make me get mean with you. Just suck my dick, baby.”

“I like you like this,” you blurted out, and your face went even warmer as Joe’s eyes widened for just a moment.

“Yeah?” He asked, and you smiled as his true accent crept through for just a moment.

“Yeah,” you agreed. “Kinda mean. I like it.”

“I can do mean,” Joe said, fixing himself and settling back fully into Eddie. His shoulders went back and he stood up straighter, and you grinned as your sweet Joey disappeared under the blanket of Eddie once more. “C’mon, we don’t have all day, princess, get down there.”

“Yes, sir,” you giggled, and you quickly worked yourself to your knees, fully undoing his belt and unzipping his pants.

“I like sir, that’s cute,” Joe said, and his hand cradled your cheek as you pulled out his cock. He was right; he was hard as fuck. His cock felt like hot steel, all hard ridges and veins as it twitched in your hand, and you were quick to put your mouth on him, suckling at the uncut head of his cock.

You heard his breath catch in his throat at your small movements, and you took him a bit deeper as his hand came to your head. His fingers itched in your hair for a moment before taking hold and tugging you further onto his cock. You groaned in the back of your throat as you eagerly sucked him, and you hollowed your cheeks out to hug his cock tight. He was hot and heavy on your tongue, already leaking precum, and the taste of it made you moan softly.

“Oh, you like that?” Joe asked, looking down at you, and you looked at him through your eyelashes. “Fuck, look at you. Take it, just like that…” He moaned, long and low in his chest, as your tongue massaged his cock, and he mumbled out, “Fuck, sweetheart, your mouth’s so good.”

You fell off of his cock with a gasp, the sticky precum mixing with your spit and dripping off your lips and his cock, and Joe let go of your hair to cradle the back of your head with his hand. “M’gonna fuck your face,” Joe said, and the roughness of his words combined with the American accent made your cunt throb and clench around nothing again. You were wet, you could feel it dampening your panties, and you wriggled a bit to get some kind of friction from your jeans. “Oh, what, baby? Need some attention?”

“Please,” you whimpered, and Joe smoothed his hand down to your neck, holding you firmly for a moment before he dropped from you completely.

“Get over to that bed,” he told you, and, when you stood, he landed a firm smack on your ass. “Go on, baby, I’ll be there in a sec. Undress for me, get all ready.”

“Can I touch myself?” you asked. Joe usually didn’t care about that sort of thing, but you were picking up the vibe that Eddie might care.

“Yeah,” he replied. “Good girl, asking for permission.”

You couldn’t keep your eyes off of him as you did as he told you, and he watched you eagerly, stroking his cock. It was unbelievable how attractive Joe was as Eddie, and you reached out for him as you took off your shirt. “Kiss me, Eds, please,” you whined, and he stepped forward towards the bed, his hand still tight around his cock.

Joe leaned forward and quickly connected his lips to yours, his tongue immediately claiming your mouth. You moaned at how dominant he was, and Joe smiled as he broke the kiss. “You’re enjoying this a little too much,” he told you with a chuckle. “Never gonna want ole Joey again after this, only me, huh?”

“I’ll always want Joey,” you told him, and you planted your feet on the bed and shimmied out of your jeans. “Joey is kind and sweet and has a stellar cock, but one night with Eddie is… Fun.”

You watched as blush invaded Joe’s cheeks at your compliments, and you grinned as he nodded. His hands went to your body, and he smoothed his fingers up the sides of your body until he got to your bra, and he removed it with ease. Joe leaned forward and kissed you softly once more, and his mouth traveled to your neck in an instant. “You want a hickey?” he whispered, and you nodded quickly, your hands finally going to grab at his hair. The wig was surprisingly lifelike, and, to be honest, it sorta creeped you out, but Joe seemed to like when you tugged on it.

Joe’s hands went to your panties as he sucked hard at your neck, and your back arched into him. “Eddie,” you moaned softly, and Joe made a strangled noise deep in his chest.

“Yeah, sweetheart,” he whispered, nipping at the mark on your neck. “Say my name, baby, let everyone know who you’re fucking.”

“Eddie,” you whined, and Joe tugged down your panties, discarding them off the side of the bed.

“Jesus Christ, look at you,” Joe chuckled, his eyes locking on your cunt. You squirmed a little under his gaze, and his strong hands came to grasp your thighs, holding your legs and cunt open for him. “This little pussy, already so messy and wet.”

Joe’s hand came to your pussy, and he tucked his thumb onto your clit, touching it just enough for you to jolt and moan. “Yeah, baby,” he whispered under his breath, and the sound of it made your cunt flutter and twitch. “Good girl, you’re all wet for me. You think you’re ready?” His fingers, adorned with those heavy silver rings, lightly swept up your pussy, collecting some of your slick on his fingertips, and the sight of his glistening fingers made you nod quickly.

“Fuck me,” you gasped, your chest heaving with anticipation. “Please, Eds, please fuck me.”

“Oh, baby, the whining,” Joe chuckled, taking hold of his cock once more. He stroked himself a few more times, watching your pussy wink and flutter at him, and he hissed in a breath. “Turn around,” he told you quickly. “Hands and knees, sweetheart.”

Your arms shook underneath you as you got into the position he asked, and you felt him grab a handful of your hair as the burning head of his cock slid up your pussy from behind you. Without warning, Joe snapped his hips forward, burying himself inside you in one swift movement, and you moaned in surprise. “Eddie!” you squealed, and his hand left your hair to press between your shoulder blades, urging you down until just your ass swayed in the air.

“Yeah, baby,” Joe mumbled, and he withdrew himself from you for a slow, agonizing second before filling you once more, his balls hitting your sticky cunt as he buried himself up to the hilt in you. The position made him feel so much deeper inside you, like he was fucking your throat, and you uselessly grabbed at the bedhseets to anchor yourself as he started to properly fuck you.

Joe grabbed your hips and fucked you back onto him, and you whimpered at the feeling of him. “Fuck,” you whined into the mattress, but Joe didn’t seem to hear you; if he did, he ignoeed you. His hand smoothed across your ass for a moment as he fucked you hard, the sound of your skin colliding making that hot coil in your belly tighten, and he finally smacked your ass hard.

You gasped in shock, and you dug your fingernails into the bed once the pain finally registered on your skin. “Eddie,” you moaned. “Fuck, baby.”

“I know,” Joe groaned, and he kept up his rhythm, spearing you hard onto his cock, the lewd wet noises of your pussy reverberating off of the walls of the bedroom. “So deep in your little pussy, huh? You like it like this?”

“Love it,” you whined. “Love your cock, Joey.”

Joe was quiet for a moment, obviously absorbing that you had said his name instead of Eddie’s, and he smacked your ass again when he recovered. “S’not my fucking name,” he said on a growl, and he grabbed a fistful of your hair and tugged your face out of the bed. “What’s my name, baby?”

“Eddie,” you gasped, and you reached back to touch him, any part of him. Your hand found his quickly, and he threaded your fingers together as he continued his nearly-punishing pace.

“Say it again,” Joe said. “Say it ‘til you forget that other guy’s name. It’s only Eddie, isn’t it, baby?”

“Eddie,” you said, and his hand squeezed yours tightly. “Eddie, fuck me, Eddie.”

“Glad to know you take directions,” Joe laughed, smacking your ass again. He let go of your hand and leaned forward, molding his front to your back, and he wrapped his arms around your waist to drag you further into him. “Fuck, baby… Fuck.”

When he spoke next, you jumped. “Jesus, love… Hard to-to keep it together.” His accent broke through fully, dropping Eddie for a moment as he fucked you deep, and your cunt throbbed hard around his cock. You had already gotten so used to the Eddie voice, hearing Joe’s real voice was a shock.

“Do you need to stop?” you asked, and Joe shook his head.

“No, baby, I’m fine,” he said, his American accent back again. “Just keep hugging my dick like that, you’re gonna make me cum so hard.”

Your cunt pulsed at his words, and he buried his face in your neck to smother his loud moan. Joe had never been like this before, and it was absolutely a turn on for you, seeing how unhinged and frankly animal he was being.

“Eddie,” you whispered, reaching back and taking his hand again. “I love you.”

Joe groaned again, fucking you roughly as he held your hand, and, into your neck, he muttered, “I love you too, princess. God, fuckin’ love you so much.”

“Cum inside me,” you told him, and Joe kissed at your neck almost frantically, laying peck after peck onto your skin.

“Oh, no, I’m not,” Joe said. “I’m not cumming ‘til you do. Better speed it up, baby.” With that, he let go of your hand and reached forward, and you moaned high in your throat as his fingers started to play with your clit. “Just like that?”

“Yes,” you whimpered, and your hands went back to the blankets, grabbing them in your fists as your legs began to shake. The way he was fucking you, along with playing with your clit, and the overwhelming energy of feral Eddie, it was all so much, and you felt the hot coil in your stomach tighten and tighten until it threatened to burst with every fuck into your body that Joe gave you.

“Fuck, you’re so good,” Joe muttered, his voice low and breaking. “Feel so good, this pussy, you take me so well. Are you getting close?”

“I’m gonna cum,” you hissed, reaching between your legs and grabbing at Joe’s wrist. The chain link bracelet he wore was cool to the touch, as were his rings, and you shined and pushed back against him as he fucked forward. You cried as you felt him deeper than ever before, the pain blossoming in your tummy and slowly melting into pleasure, and Joe laughed into your ear, taking the fleshy lobe into his mouth.

“Deep, baby?” he asked, and you nodded quickly. “Did it hurt?”

“Yes,” you sobbed. “But I like it, don’t stop, y-you’re gonna make me cum.”

“Yes ma’am,” Joe chuckled, and he grabbed your hip and shoved you further back on him as he fucked you. The pain rocketed through you again, but it all settled in your pussy and clit, and you knew that you wouldn’t last much longer if he kept up with that. Everything all combined, his fingers on your throbbing clit and the punishing rhythm, it was too much, and you squeezed his wrist as the coil burst in your stomach and you came hard around him.

“Fuck, baby,” Joe laughed as your legs shook, and he added, “Good girl, milking my cock so good, fuck. Still want me to cum inside you?”

You felt lightheaded with the intensity of your orgasm, and you could only blearily nod at him. Every sense was jacked up to ten, and the feel of him inside your sensitive channel made you whimper and cry. “Fuck, J-Eddie, oh my God.”

“Aw, look at the mess you made,” Joe said, still fucking you just as hard as before. “So much cum… M’gonna give it to you, you ready?” You nodded quickly, squeezing his wrist again, and Joe finally let go of your clit to play with your fingers for a moment before he grabbed your hand hard. “Fuck, you’re perfect, baby, so fuckin’ perfect, good girl…”

He fucked into you one last time, burying himself as deep into your cunt as he could manage, and you gasped as he pumped you full of his cum. His body was warm against yours, his belt clinking as his hips stuttered, and your shaking legs finally gave out as he pulled out of you.

You laid in the bed, panting and trying to regain some of your brain, and you heard the sounds of Joe cleaning himself up, wiping away the bits of cum on a discarded bath towel, and you remembered that he had to go back to work after this. “You alright?” Joe asked, and you couldn’t exactly understand why your eyes watered at the sound of his accent, his voice back. “Love, talk to me, are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” you said softly, slowly sitting up. Your body was already sore from his roughness, and you groaned at the ache in your legs. When you looked up, Joe was knelt beside the bed, looking at you with those big doe eyes of his, his eyebrows pitched up with worry.

“Was it too much?” he asked. “Was I too mean?”

“No, darling, it’s not that,” you said softly. “I’m just…” You took a deep breath, and you giggled lightly. “I can’t believe we just did that.”

“Yeah,” Joe chuckled. “Did you like it?”

You nodded. “It felt… Weird,” you started. “Like, it was you, but it wasn’t, and you-you fucked me so hard, you’ve never— but I liked it! It was just weird.”

“Weird for me too,” Joe said, and he slowly stood up, brushing the hair behind his ear. “Hair got all in my mouth at one point. I hate this wig. But it was weird to fuck you and not be me. I did like it, though. I always like fucking you.”

“Good to know,” you chuckled, and you pulled him to you and planted a kiss on his puffy lips. “Thank you for doing that for me. I love you.”

“I love you too, darling,” Joe said, and he kissed you again, gentle and loving and everything that Joe was that you loved. “We have a few minutes before I need to get back, can I do anything for you before I leave?”

“No,” you said. “Just be my Joey, and I’ll be happy.”

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laladellakang · 11 months

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partners (1/2) ♡

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DETAILS: bold dialogue: english members: ot7, (individual scenes) nrk, psh, lhs, yjw word count: 5.1k add. della in dark blood/bite me

SUMMARY: behind the scenes of dark blood [revamp] hehe revamp like vampires 1/2 + slight continuation of burgundy lipstick on jungwon's part

NOTES: hi! i'm so sorry for being away for so long! i have an explanation here if you wanna see what's been happening BUT NOWW i've come back for this new special birthday + anniversary month chapter! this is basically the partners chapter but revised + more scenes. i was gonna just combine it w part two but it was hecka long and i hate extremely long chapters. oh yea and della's dance in bite me includes a girlie now (but still has a man) please let me know what you think by sending asks/commenting. i look forward to them while writing and they really make my day <3

Della's hand injury at the start of 2023 has caused an obvious shift within Enhypen's dynamics. The fear of another relapse has caused the members to grow increasingly protective and wary of the girl, doing everything they can to get the love of their life back. Displaying it through their constant supervision when Della is in the kitchen, to being assured that she has taken her antidepressants, to an overall improvement in communication to ensure that her negative thoughts don't boil over.

Fortunately, the slump went away faster than they anxiously expected. Following the tour and her plastic surgery, Della had regained her usual self just in time for her birthday and their two-year anniversary. As their bond grows stronger by the day, the eight found themselves back in their honeymoon phase— practically inseperable.

Then the time came for a comeback.

It would have been ten months since their last one, and the group ready to go back into their busy routine with barely any rest but at least looked cute while doing it. They were excited for the change, and even more thrilled to find out that the concept would be something sexy. However, when they were briefed about the potential couple choreography, all seven boys froze collectively.

"We have to see how this goes. This is uncharted territory for us, so we're not sure if it's the best idea," the creative director explained. "BTS' Jimin incorporated mixed dancers, and the response was pretty good. However, 'Like Crazy' wasn't a full-on couple dance, so it might be different this time."

Jungwon, who was sitting to the left of Della, immediately held her hand under the desk, while the other six stole glances in her direction. Their minds were mostly occupied with how their girlfriend would react, as opposed to fully sinking in what such concept would entail for them.

"You'll hear the song in a bit, but since the key point is about a man doting on the woman who turned him into a vampire, we are going to have Della be the killing part," another director continued. "You'll have slightly different lyrics from the boys and you'll have an overall more seductive look."

"Thank you," Della bowed in her seat. "Is it altered to be more feminine?" she asked.

"No, no. You'll be singing from the girl's perspective. So if we look at the next page—" the sound of papers flipping echoed through the room. "Here, for Della's part in the teaser, we're gonna have you bite an actor— of course, not literally," the director's comment made a few people snicker. "—and turn him into a vampire. So, essentially, you'll be singing to two people: the woman who turned you and the man that you turned."

"Ahh, understood," Della nodded calmly. "Thank you," she said once again before caressing the back of Jungwon's tense hand. She glanced over at the others to find most of them looking at their sheet with a hard gaze. She could additionally see Jake playing with the corner of his and hear Jay's foot tapping on the floor.

"Thank you for the question, now back to the previous page—" another round of paper-flipping. "Now given that backstory, Della's partner in this comeback will be the only male—" the comment made Ni-ki choke on the coffee he was sipping. "Are you alright?"

"Ye– yeah! My– apo– apologies." he said in between coughs, turning his body away from the table while Sunoo patted his back.

"Like we said, we don't know how this is gonna turn out. We're sort of taking a gamble by doing this type of concept, but it's certainly going to be different and memorable."

The car ride home was tense. The members made an effort to conceal their emotions in the office, but in the privacy of the car, they saw no need to do so, and thus, they didn't. Though the discussion had to wait until they reached the dorm, as they needed all seven boys to be there. Della, who already knew the reason behind the tension, just calmly played with her phone and hummed to their upcoming title track.

"You really like the song, huh?" Jay commented as he entered the combination to their dorm. Since they had freshly heard it, all Della kept doing was humming the tune and repeating the words 'just come kiss me and bite me',which only heightened the tension among the three boys in her car. She could have chosen any other parts of the song and instead went for that specific line.

"It's one of my favorites of ours. It's so good," Della stopped her humming to reply with a grin. "We're ho—"

"Group meeting!" Jungwon immediately called out.

"As expected," Della muttered to herself. The four new arrivals swiftly put their shoes away and made headed to the living room, where the other four were already waiting. "Hello—"

"Lala, how are you feeling?" Jungwon wasted no time in asking. The question that all seven boys have been meaning to ask for the past two hours.

"I feel great," she replied with a soft smile, sitting on the couch armrest. "The song's great! The concept's great! I really can't wait for it."

"Is there... anything you dislike about the concept?" Sunghoon asked with a suspicious tone.

"Honestly..." the boys all looking at her with curious, yet almost eager eyes. "I think it's our best concept yet. It really represents Enhypen," her words made them collectively sigh in relief. "Were you expecting me to hate it?"

"No, it's just— like..." Sunoo struggled to find the words to explain the situation. "We were worried about the couple concept thing. The couple dance plus all the acting."

"Why were you worried about that?" Della furrowed her eyebrows. "Are you expecting me to be jealous?"

"No!" the seven said simultaneously in different tones. "We were just worried." Della couldn't help but scoff and giggle at her boyfriends.

"You guys have gotten so used to being a group that you often say things in unison," she covered the bottom half of her face, unable to contain her giggles. "So cute!"

"Wait— Lala, stay focused— are you seriously, seriously fine with everything?" Sunoo placed a hand on her knee to grab her attention.

"I'm totally cool! I don't mind you guys dancing with girls at all!" Della said with wide eyes and a genuine tone. "Guys, I used to train in YG— dancing or acting with the opposite sex is nothing! It's all professional," the mention of her old company itself suddenly provided the answer to their question.

"But the concept is quite sexy. We won't just be dancing next to each other, it's gonna be a couple dance with hand touching, at least," Jake explained.

"Honey, have you seen groups like Winner and BigBang? With Riki still being a baby, I doubt any of the parts will be suggestive— the worst thing they can do is have you hold onto the dancer's waist or something," she gave the Aussie a knowing look. "This is the art of dancing! We're exploring new stuff that fourth gen hasn't done before!" her eyes shone with every word she spoke, clearly showing her enthusiasm for the concept.

"I mean... on top of that, we don't love the idea too," Sunghoon spoke up, trying to be gentle. "We— or at least I wouldn't want to dance with another girl, let alone seeing you dance with another guy," Heeseung and Jay pointed to him in agreement while the others nod.

"Aww, darling, it's all professional, I promise!" Della made her way to the Sunghoon and released his crossed arms. "I'm only dancing with him for a little bit! Barely half a minute, I'm sure," she linked her arm with his and stared up at him with puppy eyes.

"It still ain't fun," he muttered, gulping down at the sight of her.

"Della, it's not that we don't trust you or anything," Heeseung sighed. "You have guy friends, for Christ's sake, we really do trust you! It's just... it's just..."

"It just fucking sucks," Jay bluntly completed for him. "—and we really don't wanna do this couple dance thing either. We know it's gonna hurt you."

"I'm not hurt, honest!" Della straightened her posture and widened her eyes. "I mean, we can always try to reason with the team if you guys are rea—" her idea was immediately cut by a string of 'no's.

"Forget about us, we'll be fine!" the other six wanted to smack their maknae on the head for lying. No, they will certainly not be fine. "But you! We don't want to hurt you or anything!" at least his other point was correct.

"I'm not hurt! Look, guys—" Della sighed, sitting down in betweenn Ni-Ki and Jay on the sofa and held their hands. "I'm not gonna lie, I might get a little jealous, but just a little! I'm not gonna be 'hurt', I swear! Just this conversation alone is enough to assure me that you all are seriously the best boyfriends in the world," she said with utmost sincerity. "I have nothing to worry about and— I know it's easier said than done but so should you. I'm completely obsessed with you guys! I don't want anyone else"

"Well, there are seven of us," Jungwon blurted out without thought. "I'm sorry!" his eyes instantly filled with regret while his hand went up to cover his mouth. "I didn't mean it like that. That sounds so wrong, I'm sor—"

"It's okay, darling. I'm not offended," Della got up from her seat and ruffled his hair. "Plus, you're absolutely right! I have seven boyfriends, I don't need any more! Especially when you're all so perfect." she placed a kiss on Jungwon's cheek before heading towards the kitchen. The seven boys all looked at each other in flabbergast.

"Are you absolutely, positively certain you're okay with the couple thing?!" Jay called out.

"Absolutely! I trust you guys! Best boyfriends ever, I tell you!"

The boys eyed each other as the same thought crossed their minds; one that they could never say aloud. "She gets jealous and upset over fan ships with idols we barely (or never) even talk to, yet she seems completely fine when we act with a girl for the screen?"

When the day came to finally learn the choreography, the boys were evidently really tense. They didn't even bother to conceal it in hopes that they might magically cancel the idea due to lack of chemistry. Little did they know that that is what the company prefers; for them to not 'stray from Engenes' hearts.'

The overall lesson came out smoothly, with everyone remaining professional and focused at the task at hand. Yet that was also because Della had not even touched her male dance partner. That part would only come towards the end of the song, on the second chorus, as Della dances with a girl on the first half. It was easy for the boys to cast their jealousy aside, but it certainly wasn't when the man finally came along.

"Della, your partner, Ingyu, as you know," the choreographer introduced the two out of formality. "Ingyu, Della," both Della and Ingyu politely bowed, despite already knowing each other from earlier. "Do you think you can do the moves from memory?" the choreographer grinned at the girl.

"Maybe...? Hopefully?" Della nervously grinned back, causing both the choreographer and Ingyu to chuckle.

Everyone had practiced and (essentially) mastered the chorus dance, but Della needed to be taken aside to learn the part switch she has with her male partner. It was an entirely new set for her, whereas several of the members just had to change partners.

This also provided an opportunity for them to fully observe their girlfriend dancing with another man. How lucky were they to have their full attention on the session they dread the most.

"Let's see what you've got," the choreographer stepped back to observe. "Five, six, seven, eight— it's you and me in this world..." Della did a great job mirroring the moves. Although some details in her leg movements were missing, her upper body ones were practically all correct.

"Damn, we just had to have a break while they are doing their part," Jay mumbled to his fellow members. "If it had happened earlier, we would have had something to focus on. But now it's right up on our faces."

"They have great chemistry, don't they?" Heeseung scoffed with a sardonic smile. Their eyes followed as the choreographer instructed Della on how much she needed to bend, having her hold onto Ingyu for support. "Wow, such amazing chemistry," he sarcastically remarked.

"Did I ever tell you about the time I asked her about the chemistry between my partner and I?" Sunoo asked Heeseung, who replied with a shake of his head. "I asked her how she would feel if I had good dance chemistry with my partner, and she just said, 'That's great! You should switch partners if the dance chemistry isn't there.' Like, what the fuck?"

"Ahh, you mentioned that to me," Jungwon reminded him. "Della really isn't jealous—she even encouraged Sunoo-hyung to make eye contact," he pointed at Sunoo.

"Really?!" Jake's eyes widened. "Even in front of the cameras?!"

"Uh!" Jungwon and Sunoo nodded with wide eyes. "I think as long as everything remains professional, she's completely fine."

"Well can someone tell her that we're not completely fine?" Sunghoon really tried to not glare at the couple but it wasn't like he was the only one.

It took around fifteen minutes for Della to get all the moves down. While it wasn't long by any means, the boys felt like the session ran through a hour. Instead of making the most out of their break, they were using up their energy on the glares that they sent the couple's way.

Both the choreographer and Ingyu (and certainly Della) could feel the potential holes that were burning through the male dancer's skin, yet they decide to brush it off since it doesn't appear to affect Della's performance. They always knew that the Enha boys had a crush on the girl anyway.

The keyword was professional, and as long as everyone remains that then all should be well.

"Are you finish?" Sunghoon asked Della as she finally made her way over for her break.

"Yup," she gave a thumbs up. "Thankfully, it wasn't difficult."

While they were all feeling jealous, they knew that Della had done everything they asked of her and there was wasn't much she could do. So they resorted to the only outlet available for them to express their emotions; teasing and poking fun at her.

"Was it fun?" Sunoo playfully glared at her with a pout.

"Aish, it's all professional," she playfully pushed him.

"So it was fun?" Sunoo pestered further, causing Della to scoff and mutter a "no it wasn't."

"'It's all professional,' but you were fully leaning on his chest?" Jungwon teased as well.

"It was no different from you!" she protested with a point to him. "—with all of you! We maintained our distance and everything."

"Our distance was like this—" Jake opened his arms wide in exaggeration. "While your distance was like this," he demonstrated by getting very close to Jay.

"No, it wasn't!" Della stomped her feet repeatedly. "You guys are exaggerating!"

"In that case, show us how it was," Ni-ki stood up from the floor and got closer to Della. "Demonstrate with me," he smirked.

"Eyy!" the members teased, impressed by their maknae's smooth flirting. "Go on! Show us!"

"Aish, you seven," Della complained with a roll to her eyes but complied anyway. "It's you and me in this world..." she sang monotonously and lazily repeated the moves that she just learned.

"Wah! Look at the large gap when it's with me!" Ni-ki protested to his hyungs. "Wah... seriously..." he pinched his nose bridge and shook his head.

"What the—" Della's confusion was immediately cut off by the members simultaneously jestering her. Choruses of "wah Della!", "how could you do that?!" "with our maknae too!" and "can't believe you play favourites," ran through the circle, making whoever else in the room glance at them with an amused expression.

"What are you talking about?!"

"Riki, riki, what do you think of this? So everyone disappears out of the frame except for you," Della explained her vision, using her hands to mimic curtains opening. "All eyes are on you and then Sunghoon-oppa emerges!" her hand then dramatically raised as if she was Thanos. "Brave heart— pam, pam, pam!" she said Ni-ki's line while popping her chest. "Then you and Sunghoon-oppa couple dance on his part!" the pen in her hand dropped as if it was a microphone and she had just said something life changing.

"Couple dance?" Ni-ki raised an eyebrow. The two dancers were ecstatic when the choreographer had asked them to take part in the process. They have wanted this for so long and were finally given the responsibility of the pre-chorus and second verse. The pre-chorus practically screams Ni-ki's name so it was a no-brainer for the maknae to take the former.

They were experimenting together but didn't interfere with each other's section, simply situated in an empty practice room with snacks and their phones playing the recently recorded song. It almost reminded them of the time when they had their first kiss.

"Not literally, but like... a pair dance, y'know? Something like Given-Taken," Della grinned. "Then Heeseung-oppa emerges! Then I emerge! Then everyone gathers and emerges—"

"What is with you and people emerging?" Ni-ki laughed. He was feeling a little too happy to have his girlfriend all to himself whilst doing the activity they love the most (especially since said activity was recently ruined by the couple dance). It was evident in his clinginess and the shine in his eyes.

"It's the drama! The vampire! The darkness!" the younger could only laugh more, letting his head drop on his girlfriend's lap.

"I'm sure you know what suits the mood, and I think the emergence thing sounds great," Ni-ki can't help but hum when Della's fingers tangled themselves in his hair. "I'm doing something like this; come here and get some—" with his eyes still closed and basking in the soothing sensation, he brought his hands up to form the first part of his original dance. "Something with a cool vibe, y'know?"

「大好き」 Della smiled softly. 「まじ力のスタイル」 she got close to his face to place a sideways kiss on his lips. [daisuki: i love it, maji riki no sutairu: it's seriously riki's style]

「ありがとう」Ni-ki muttered out before closing the gap to deepen the kiss. [arigatou: thanks]

Della and her boyfriends wouldn't call herself a jealous person. However, what she definitely is, is an anxiety-filled, insecure person. Otherwise known as a jealous person.

But she's not envious! She simply overthinks that some girls just suit the boys better than her and that they deserve better. While she's not jealous of the boys acting with Park Jiwon for the trailer, she had to admit that she was a little nervous before the shoot.

'What if they look great together? Especially Sunghoon since he has a lot of scenes with her,' she recognises that she's overthinking it but she really can't prevent herself from doing so.

'Sunghoon and one of your close friends look great together, but they don't give off couple vibes,' she reminded herself. 'You look great with them too, Lala. Give yourself some credit, you bad bitch.'

With the help of her self-pep talk (and antidepressants), her nervousness subdued quick. It also didn't take long for it to completely wash away, resulting from Jiwon being a massive shipper of Enha as a group. It was evident in how she giggled to herself whenever Della and the boys did anything close to being couple-like.

Furthermore, she had caught Jiwon pouting to her manager, questioning; "Is that all we're getting? Della being disappointed in Sunghoon and they don't even hug?" or along those lines.

Needless to say, there was no reason for Della to feel jealous, and that almost annoyed Mister Park Sunghoon himself.

"You're seriously, seriously not jealous?" Sunghoon asked when they had a moment to themselves on set.

"No? Why would I be?" Della said with a borderline sassy tone. The boys have been walking around eggshells with Jiwon and have constantly asked the same questions to Della. A rotation between "are you sure?" "is it really okay?" "aren't you jealous?" and "are you feeling okay?" Although she appreciates the gesture and thinks it's incredibly sweet of them, she has gotten tired of saying the same things over and over again.

"Not even the slightest? Babe, the storyline literally includes me defending her more than yo—"

"And what are you gonna do if I said that I was?" she cut him off, moving closer to him with a low voice.

"I– I mean," he stuttered at the look on her face and sudden close proximity. Even after two years, there are still moments when he finds Della intimidating. "Just wanted to make sure you were okay—"

"And what are you gonna do if I said that I wasn't?" she practically repeated. "You want me to congratulate you?" an eyebrow was raised to challenge him further.

"No! That's not what I meant!" his eyes widened in panic. "I– I was just– a little—" he did have an reason, but the addition of Della's hand pushing his bangs to the side had distracted him from whatever it was he was trying to say.

"Why don't you relay this to the others as well, hm?" she then brushed her fingers on his cheekbones. "I am rarely ever jealous because, at the end of the day, when you act out those scenes or record our songs, I'm the one who's on your mind. You don't think of Jiwon, your dancers, or even Sooha or Engenes. You think of me," she lets out a smirk when he appeared to be in a daze.

"The lyrics that you sing in your songs? Those are all for me."

"I get to have a couple dance with you?!" Heeseung exclaimed when Della broke the news. "Sweet! Nice!"

She really couldn't help it. She just had to reveal to the guy that she sneaked in a tiny pair dance for the two of them. It wasn't much in her eyes but it's more than enough for Heeseung.

"You have to show me! Please!" Heeseung got up from his bed, ready to replicate whatever it was that Della came up with. "It's definitely gonna be the choreo, right?! Like they won't ask you to change it or anything?" Della couldn't help but chuckle at how adorable the older was. His eyes sparkled with eager and hope, incredibly ready to perform his girlfriend's arrangement in pride.

"Nope. Absolute free to do whatever I want," she grinned before standing up as well. "All you do is kneel..." she kneeled on the floor to demonstrate, with Heeseung following suit. "Then rise... walk... then this," what he had to do wasn't difficult at all, so he would definitely still be able to sing live. "That's it."

"And yours?" Della smiled and made her way behind him. It was a tight fit, but the two can definitely make it work with how simple the moves are.

"Go ahead."

"'Come to me, make it right,'" Heeseung could feel himself get even more excited when Della placed her hand under his chin. "'Please connect me again,' woah!" his eyes widened at her hands running down his arms.

"'Devour you,'" Della whispered, leaving goosebumps on his skin. Her face got close to his neck while her right hand mimicked a claw on his shoulder blade. Knowing Heeseung, this move should drive him insane.

"No fricking way," within a flash, Della was back onto the bed with Heeseung lips on the side of her neck. "Gosh, I love this vampire concept."

"Gosh, I hate this vampire concept," Heeseung rumbled under his breath.

"It was all fun and games until we realise what a vampire concept entails," Jake mumbled with crossed arms.

"Yeah, and it's whatever this shit is," Jay huffed, openly glaring at the unfolding scene without a care.

Della was in the midst of filming the scene where she wakes up and bites a passerby. For budget conveniences (since his face wouldn't be visible anyway), the actor was none other than her male backup dancer, Ingyu.

It seems that, although she had made her lack of jealousy clear, her reasons did not resonate with her men. Even when they implement her advice, they still felt that red, hot jealousy.

"If his face ain't even on the video, then can't one of us do it? Seriously..." Sunoo rolled his eyes to avoid looking at Della leaning into Ingyu's neck.

"I know right?" Jungwon and Jay briefly replied, shifting their eyes to the monitor and giving them a closer look at the scene.

"Oh my God!" the boys (with the exception of Sunoo, who was still avoiding the performance), held a shocked look when Della's pretend bite appeared very realistic.

The segment is definitely different from that of Jay's and Sunghoon's. With Della being the one to initiate the bite, the focus is on her face instead of the partner's. The audience could see her laziness-laced body with eyes holding a convincing hunger to them, making it look like she was an actual starved vampire. She looks incredibly alluring, all while looking at another man.

"Oh great, she's amazing at acting too," after a quick glance back, Sunoo let out another eye roll. "Does she always have to give it her all? She should've half assed it," he spat out.

"Sunoo-ya," Heeseung and Jungwon laughed while the other four snorted with grins on their faces.

"You're gonna get us in trouble with that language," Jay chuckled.

"I wasn't screaming it or anything— I'm just saying what you all are thinking," Sunoo shrugged innocently. "You three are way louder than me without even saying anything" he gestured to Heeseung, Jay and Jungwon, additionally giving them a pointed look. The others know they can't disagree, as the trio really placed their heart on their sleeves this time.

"I don't fucking get it. Any one of us could really act this scene, I swear," Jungwon huffed out with a sarcastic smile. He placed his hands in his pockets, turning his body around to avoid looking any further. "Seven boys and they went with someone else for fucking budget reasons when they don't need to pay us fuck all for that scene alone. It's like they're doing this on purpose just so his name is on the fucking credits and Engenes won't ship us or—"

"Woah, woah!" Heeseung and Jake cut him off from his tangent. Jay and Sunoo's eyes simply widened while Ni-ki and Sunghoon held him back as if he was going to fight.

"You need to have a talk with Della or something," Sunghoon pat his left shoulder in attempt to calm him down. On his right, the youngest did a similar gesture by massaging the tense area.

"Or your therapist..."

"A little birdie told me you need to let things out," fortunately, since Della's part was the last shoot of the day, Jungwon's sour mood did not interfere with their work. It also gave them the opportunity to talk in the fully private hotel room.

Jungwon only scoffed out, keeping his arms crossed as he sat on the bed. The man himself doesn't fully understand why he was so upset. The other boys had quickly calmed themselves— unbeknownst to him, it was because they saw how angry their leader was, yet he remained with a scowl for majority of the time.

"Who?" he avoided eye contact when he muttered, afraid to raise his voice at the girl.

"It doesn't even matter because I can tell with my eyes closed," Della mirrored his body language but remained standing before him and leaning on the desk behind her. She has always been nervous whenever any one of the boys are mad at her, but Jungwon is probably the most intimidating. His leader energy is incredible.

"I just don't understand why they need Ingyu to act when there are seven other men who can do it," he went straight to the point. "If his face isn't even showing then any one of us could've done it! Heck— even the director could use his own neck! They couldn't have one of us to do it?!" as he went on, his voice started to raise a little in passion.

Della only stood there with an occasional nod, listening to the tangent that the other members have already heard. He talked nonstop for a few minutes, leaving Della room to ponder through her words.

She noticed that he kept repeating points like 'any one of the members could do it,' 'the bite could've been even more realistic,' and 'why they would want you to imitate a bite on another man.' It all finally clicked to her when Jungwon said, "They scrapped the kiss mark for the jacket shoot and now this? They're definitely keeping us apart on purpose."

"Jungwonie?" she grinned mischievously, to which he stopped and replied with a hum. "You're so cute," she didn't give him much time to react, as she had already hovered above him to connect their lips.

"Wait, Lala—" the younger was certainly not complaining, but he wished that Della would say a bit more than that, especially after he went on and on.

"You want more neck kisses, don't you?" she grinned once again. "You felt special during the jacket shoot and want that again, right? And you're jealous because the concept was scrapped for you yet another man got it. Am I right?"

Jungwon blinked slowly, taking in the observation that the mind reader had made. He didn't even know that he was feeling that way but it all makes sense. His emotions weren't even specifically directed to Ingyu; it's towards a man who wasn't him. He would feel the same if the team had chosen any other member.

A rare occurrence for Jungwon, but definitely not impossible. As much as he loves his best friends and the relationship, he did originally want Della all to himself.

A giggle interrupted his train of thoughts, and when Della asked for a confirmation, all he could do was nod in embarrassment. She let out another giggle before closing the gap between them once again.

"Don't worry, Wonie. I'll give you a million neck kisses if that's what you want."

my writing style has evolved and i'm hating a lot of my old works so i'm going to edit + tweak them soon but i'm still keeping the old ones on wattpad just in case they're someone's comfort fics <3 n e ways i hope you enjoy because i hope my writing style has progressed instead of regressed

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Hii xx

could you do bella ramsey hcs where reader is jealous of bella because shes with other girls but then they end up together in the end 🫶

heyyyy, i’m backk. i tried to make this as healthy as possible while also adding a bit of spice to it. i hope i interpreted this correctly <3 should i also write jealous!bella hcs? hehe lmkk

established relationship, jealous!reader, kisses and cuddling

bella is fine as hell (we all agree, can i get an amen) so naturally lots of people want them. bella is very much in the public eye and has got promotional duties as an actor. she has to go to lots of events like fashion shows, premiers, award shows and interviews. they’re gonna meet lots of ppl and you’re usually extremely proud and happy for them! u pride yourself on not being the jealous type.

usually bella doesn’t text when she’s working/at events, mostly because she gets too overwhelmed and would rather be focused and present where they are. so you decided to go on twitter and check up on how it was going. unfortunately smth about a video of bella with a bunch of girls at a fashion show didn’t sit right with you. they were surrounding her and getting too close. bella didn’t do anything wrong and was being super polite as usual but the girls were all extremely pretty. they were all so elegant and looked so incredibly cool. it was both dumb and understandable at the same time. you trusted bella for gods sake. you shrugged the thought away and tried to go on about your day.

you ended up calling your best friend to rant about the whole situation because you couldn’t get it out of your head, “listen it’s not like i wanna go to these events and it’s fine that she talks to other girls i just ugh, i’m so jealous and i hate it”. your best friend told you exactly what you expected her to, “bitch just talk to them istg, you’re overthinking it too much”. ofc you spent another 30 mins ranting about it but you knew you were gonna do the healthy thing at the end of the day.

“honeeeyy i’m homeee” you hear bellas mocking american accent before you even see her. she finds you curled up on the couch binge watching willow. with a quick kiss to your forehead she heads upstairs to take a shower after such a long day. god, u have to talk to them about this.

by the time bella gets out of the shower you’re already settled into bed, comfy as hell tbh. crawling her way into bed, they lay next to you, facing you. “babe, you awake?” “MHMMM” you had to make your move now. “how was the fashion show today?” bella being the cutie she is, tells you everything. talks about her favorite looks, a fit she took a picture of because they thought it would look good on you and how she ran into her past costars. as much as you love hearing about her day you’re overthinking and trying to find the perfect moment to talk to her abt ur jealously and all the girls and how pretty they are and how you’re scared and worried and god so so jealous and how you feel- “can i confess smth?” bellas face drops and she’s full of concern. “DID U EAT MY LAST MUFFIN CUZ ISTG” oh, that’s what they’re worried about. “no, not this time….. i’m, i mean i was, kinda super jealous today. cuz like you were with all these pretty girls at the show and they were surrounding you and god- ik how fine you are and how lucky i am but i just felt,,,, like rlly jealous”

iwl bella was a bit shocked by your sudden outburst. you’re rarely ever jealous so this was a first, maybe a second. “mhmm i understand, i didn’t think you were the jealous type but i get it” she takes your face into her hands, you snuggle into her touch. “i know it’s hard dating someone in the public eye, i’ve actually embarrassingly asked pedro for advice on this before. thank you for telling me though, my love. a little bit of jealousy is normal. in myyyy expert opinion it means you need some reassurance and lottts, lottts and lottssss of kisses”

this idiot. they always know how to turn smth like this into a good thing. “yeah sure i mean those girls were nice and everything but at the end of the day i only want you and i’m just as lucky to have you darling” they bring you into a sudden kiss. melting into the kiss, you tangle your legs together to be as close as possible. It was a tense, reassuring and urgent. she poured a lot into that kiss and you gladly accepted it all.

i’d like to think she’d make an extra little effort in the future to make you feel more secure. whether that’s with physical affection, words, time or gifts. bella is yours and they wanna make sure you always remember that.

#bella ramsey #bella ramsey x reader #bella ramsey fluff #wlw #bella ramsey gf #bella ramsey head cannon #lesbian #lgbtq #nonbinary #bella ramsey x y/n #the last of us

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hskwon · 11 months

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签售会!: BOOK SIGNING!

pairing: actor!mingyu x writer!reader

genre: fluff, crack

金明玉: he wanted to publicize your relationship, but tried doing it lowkey.

you click save and stretched your arms, you saw your best friend, a writer like you lying on your bed. he's a one lazy author, the one who updates one chapter a month, it's would have been good if he have someone to be an inspiration.

"inspiration? i think it's the book i read these days, it's really well written." mingyu an actor and idol, who's completely smitten by an author he never met before.

he just adore your book so much, how good you put your thoughts in words, and how it was really well written. he's a fan, his own fans noticed it too of how often he reads your books and talk about it.

you're a famous author anyways, so his fans really don't give it some meaning behind, they're a fan as well. the fans actually wants to meet you in a book signing.

"are you sure you'll start your book signing this saturday?" jeonghan asked, a fellow author like you.

you're the opposites, you're an active writer, posting updates every week or every two weeks while he posts every two months or three. he's a lazy author but his pieces, such as mystery and thriller, are really brain tester.

he's good at making twists and laughs maniacally every time his reader loses their mind. "you're not gonna run away from it, aren't you?" jeonghan laughs, pointing at you with suspicion in his eyes.

"i wanna run away." you said, "i'm nervous, what if they thought i am pretty but i'm actually not?! the disappointment, it's pressuring me!"

"hehe."

"don't hehe me, you maniac!" you threw your scratch paper at him as he rolls on your bed with pillows in his arms. "okay, okay. i'll give you pro tips, don't ever give your number to your fans whoever they might be. they won't stop texting or calling you." jeonghan said nodding his head with his eyes close, as if he's making a good point and tip.

"oh? that's probably based on experience."

"it's that fanboy who loves pizza who posted my number on his twitter account, then my fans called me until i changed my number." jeonghan defended himself, he felt betrayed trusting that innocent looking infp boy who loves pizza.

"it was recommended by my co-actor, wonwoo. he loves reading even when we're in the set while doing make-up or free time. he read books everywhere." mingyu laughs, looking at the comments.

"are u going in their book signing this saturday?"

"they have book signing this week?!" mingyu asked immediately snatching his phone to search up your pen name. his eyes widened looking at the infos.

"woah, is he that busy to miss the news of his favourite author?"

"i hope the author's a guy!"

"i'm pretty sure the author is a girl, amazing fictional men are often written by woman."

he stood up and walked out of the frame to celebrate behind the scene, his fans already knew what he's doing though, they expected it from him. "i'm back, ehem i don't know if i could attend it tho i have a really tight schedule."

"what do you mean you have tight schedule when you lie on my bed everyday?!" you exclaimed at jeonghan, which he just laughs about. he doesn't want to come with you in your book signing.

"think about it, they've seen me before, it would be a scandal if they saw us together the next time. you don't know how the people thinks," jeonghan said.

"so you'll abandon me alone??..." your voice fading away, putting away the books on your table as he follows you explaining his side.

"hehe." you giggled, walking beside jeonghan, you're both on your way to the event area. he still come along with you, he felt guilty since it's your first time holding a book signing event and you're his bestfriend.

"don't giggle, it's not funny," he scoffs under his mask, he's disguised like a staff of the event despite his disguise though, some recognized him.

"i look good don't i?" mingyu asked his manager who sighed tiredly at him, "you do know your schedule is still packed yet you slip your so-called 'important event' into your sched?"

"i do know" mingyu smiled confidently.

you ready your smile asking your bestfriend if it looks good yet he laughs at you, "it's alright, if they don't like it then frown at them" he jokes while fixing his cap.

"hmm, what was that? there's a lot of people there, look" jeonghan pointed at the black car with girls surrounding it.

"oh come on, don't tell me there's a famous person there, they'll steal my readers!" you gasp, looking disappointed already.

jeonghan assured you that it'll not happen pushing you inside the event hall before the fans gets in, you fix yourself after a few minutes you see a lot of people holding a book written by you walking inside.

it's starting.

after your name is called, you walk into the stage hearing loud cheers and clap as well as shock reactions from the crowd, your thoughts is just about running away, did they thought you're a guy and is disappointed that you're not? do they thought you're ugly?

you look around the crowd seeing a tall guy holding his phone with a written phrase "you look pretty, smile"

you immediately smiled and nod, some of the audience looks at where you nodded, still cheering at you. there's quick interview as a introduction and you think you did good it seems going well.

it's finally time to sign the books, a teenager still wearing a uniform stand in front of you holding out two of your books, "i want to buy more of your books but my allowance only allows me to buy two. i really like your works,"

her cheeks are red as she smiles at you, you smiled, "i'll upload soft copies so you can read it without spending money," you said signing the books.

you bid goodbye to her as the people keeps moving forward, they're a lot to be honest. you always look around to see if your friend is still there, of course he is. but he's chilling with his phone at the side.

finally it's the tall guy earlier. "hello—oh it's my debut book" your eyes lit up. "the first story i wrote." you laughed. "you're a good writer, i admire you" he said his voice is quite attractive and familiar.

"your name?" you smiled after writing your signature. "kim mingyu" he answered. you tilted your head and write it down despite thinking about the actor, someone you know named like it.

"..."

"i expected you would be a girl but i'm still shock and starstruck." he laughs nervously, "you sound like someone i heard before."

"your boyfriend?"

"yea—huh?" her eyes widened, how can you not noticed, are your eyes playing tricks. no way your actor boyfriend will come here risking his career and time. "w-what are you doing here?" you whispered.

"i'm a fan," he said.

after that exchange, you know a lot of people recognized him, he left after taking an autograph from you against his will he needed to leave immediately.

"oh no—" he's posted in the social media attending your fansign, "oh— it's alright! they didn't mention that we might be dating, thank god!" you sighed in relief, but he's pouting like a kid.

you're facetiming him, but all he does is murmur and talk about how there's nothing wrong with being mistaken for a couple because they actually are.

"we can just tell them, they'll understand —"

"we already talked about this, mingyu. i can't just ruin your career. sure, there are still fans who'll support you, but some of them will hate you and make rumors about you that may cause your downfall."

"but—"

"you know i can't afford being the reason for your career's downfall."

"i'm not scared of downfall. i'm scared of losing my chances, i want to cherish every moment with you, every kiss, every place we go together. i want you to become comfortable being with me," his eyes looking into yours with sincerity. "can we?"

"are you sure?" you asked after a long pause.

"HEADLINE: Actor Kim Mingyu revealed on his Instagram post that he's in a healthy relationship with a book author L/N Y/N"

"love," he grabbed your hands and made you sit on his lap and kiss your lips. "don't be anxious," he laughs as he glides his hand on your back, rubbing circles to give you assurance and comfort. "we'll be fine," you whispered.

"we'll be fine," he said firmly, smiling while looking into your eyes with the most loving and comforting look in his eyes. you smiled back.

"should i use this as my new book's plot? this will sell a lot," you said, causing him to laugh.

#seventeen #seventeen fanfic #hskwon #kpop #scenarios #kim mingyu #mingyu #mingyu x reader #mingyu fluff #mingyu fanfic #mingyu svt #mingyu x you #mingyu x y/n #mingyu scenarios #svt reactions #svt scenarios #svt mingyu #seventeen mingyu #kim mingyu x reader

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love-strike · 11 months

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pairing: boo seungkwan x afab reader

rating: 18+ (explicit)

warnings: no smut just strip tease, some flirting

a/n: ty for your request @chwerity !!! it was so fun to write hehe~ lowkey wanna write a smutty pt 2 👀

“You look gorgeous tonight,” Seungkwan whispers to you as he places a hand on your thigh. You giggle and playfully push his hand off as his smile widens.

“We’re at your birthday dinner, aren’t you supposed to be paying attention to your friends?” you reply as you glance over to the other side of the table where Vernon, Chan and Mingyu are sitting and chatting.

“They don’t look as good as you do.”

You roll your eyes but tap the point of your black heel against his shoe. You have to admit that you do look great — going to an expensive restaurant gave you an excuse to dress up in a silky, baby blue dress that hugs your curves.

“Earth to you two,” Chan says with a wave of his hands in front of you. “We’re here too!”

The both of you giggle and Seungkwan leans forward on the table to turn his attention the younger man.

“God forbid I don’t give you my undivided attention,” he says with a grin that makes Chan laugh. You decide to chat with Vernon while you finish your food and wine. However, your ear catches a snippet of Seungkwan’s laugh every few minutes, distracting you from your train of thought.

As the night draws closer to an end and you grow even more bored, a devious idea pops into your head. You wait until the other three boys are distracted before you grab Seungkwan’s hand from where he has it on his lap. He whips his head around to look at you, and you make a *shhh* motion with your finger.

You watch him swallow as you move his hand up under the slit in your dress, and up to where he can feel the material of your lacy panties. You watch his whole body tense up, and his fingers twitch against your skin.

“Wanna go home?” you say quietly before removing his hand. He looks at you and nods in surprise without uttering a word. You grab him by the shoulders and stand up next to him.

“Guys, we’re gonna leave,” you say to the rest of the men at the table. “Seungkwan had too much to drink! No self control, I tell you.”

Your boyfriend is not the best actor, and the others at the table give both of you questioning looks.

“Goodnight,” Seungkwan says with a little wave before the two of you head home.

Your plan is set in motion when the two of you enter your bedroom, tension already filling the air. You ask Seungkwan to sit on the edge of the bed for a moment.

“Now that we’re alone,” you lean over to whisper in his ear, your hand carding through his hair, “I can give you your birthday gift.”

You watch his Adam’s apple move as he swallows and looks at you.

“The only rule is no touching, okay?”

He nods and relaxes his hands against the sheets. You begin by slowly sliding down the zipped on the side of your dress, watching him the whole time.

“You’re so sexy,” he says breathily and you can feel your face heat up. You try to not fumble over in embarrassment.

Once your dress hits the floor, you step out of it and walk a few steps closer to him. He leans back a bit to take in the view of your semi clothed body.

Your hand slides behind you and you unclamp your bra in one smooth motion, letting it join your dress on the floor.

“Fuck,” Seungkwan mumbles to himself and you smirk to yourself. His eyes are heavy with lust and it’s turning you on as well. You walk towards him again and this time sit directly on his lap, facing him.

“I’ll let you take off the last part,” you say with an innocent look that makes his pulse speed up. You grind your clothed core against his pelvis and moan when you feel how hard he is.

“Happy birthday to me,” he says with a smile as he loops his thumb into the waistband of your lacy panties.

#svt x reader #svt smut #seungkwan smut #boo seungkwan smut #seungkwan x reader #boo seungkwan x reader

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mooodyblue · 1 year

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ahhhahaha im so excited to see ur requests are back open!!! id love to see something with austin after the oscars, maybe some fluff with th reader trying to make sure he doesnt feel too sad ❤️‍🩹

hehe thank youuu!! said i wasn't gonna write today but then i started thinking about austin and couldn't fight the urge. hope you enjoy!

wc: 686

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austin was absolutely terrified on the way to the oscars. not only was it the end of his elvis chapter but he could possibly be going home with one of the biggest awards of the night and in the industry. his leg bounced up and down in the seat next to you in the car. he was sandwiched in between both you and his publicist. you had never seen him so nervous, not even at the golden globes was he this nervous.

“look, think of it this way-after tonight, we can finally go on vacation and just spend real quality time together. it’s a win either way, right?” you spoke.

austin shook his head, “i can’t think about anything else. i-i don’t even think i have a speech ready, what if i forget someone? and god, i don’t wanna even think about all the carpet interviews.” he continued to nervously ramble on and on.

you pecked him on the lips and held his face in your hands, looking into his eyes. “austin. i love you, you’re gonna be okay, it’s gonna be okay.”

“what if i don’t get it?” he asked quietly.

“then you don’t get it. you still have your entire career ahead of you, an award doesn’t define you as an actor.” you answered softly. “i’ll still be proud of you regardless.”

he nodded as he gave you a sad smile, looking out the window to the massive crowd at the carpet.

eight nominations, not a single win. you were thankful you were sat in the back where the camera couldn’t get any sort of shot with you in as your reaction to each loss could have definitely caused a stir on social media. after the show ended and the camera was cut, you made your way to find austin, immediately going to wrap your arms around him. he sighed against you and you pulled away. “are you okay?”

“need to go get ready for the party-”

“austin,” you grabbed him by the shoulders. “are you okay?”

he didn’t respond, instead taking your hand and heading out to go get changed.

it was just the two of you in the room, austin was behind you, helping you fix your dress. you glanced at him through the mirror, noting he still hadn’t said a word about the awards. “i’m proud of you.”

he stood up and zipped up your dress, stepping away from you and sighing. he shoved his hands in his pockets and walked around the room. “i just feel like all that hard work was for nothing. i tried to not let this upset me but it just…” he finally turned to look at you, letting out a heavy sigh. “this sucks, y/n. i was so confident, i just hope the presley’s aren’t disappointed in me, in us. y’know?”

“hey, don’t say that.” you walked over to him, austin wrapping his arms around you with sad eyes looking into yours. “you know they’re proud of all of you, more specifically you. especially elvis.” you wrapped your arms around his neck, grinning. “you also got a golden globe and a bafta and like…a million other awards.” you reminded. “you didn’t end this chapter completely empty-handed.”

“a million is a bit much-”

you shot him a glare, “that’s not the point.” you snapped. “i’m saying, this wasn’t just for nothing. you’re going to have more chances in the future, you’re just getting started. this movie did huge things for you and i will always, always be proud of you. you’re my little movie star, a winner in my heart.”

austin finally gave you a small smile, thinking about all the good memories and achievements he made throughout the past year. “i love you, i hope you know that.” he pressed his lips against your forehead and grinned. “you’re right though, i’m not ending it empty-handed. i got you.”

you smacked him playfully on the chest, letting out a laugh. “you are so corny it almost makes me sick.”

“but you love me for it.”

“unfortunately i do.” you sighed. “now, let’s go get drunk.”

#austin x reader #austin butler x reader

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kusagrasskusa · 6 months

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An Eye for an Eye, 'Til the World goes Blind

Chapter 4- Meething Them Part 1

Intro, Cha1, Cha2, Cha3, Cha4, (Chapter Selections!)

Side Note, Toby is said to be 5’8 by the age of 25 and that’s gonna be the age I’m putting him at. And just for fun, Masky will be 6’ and Brain will be 6’2. Just saying, it was creepy af trying to find the actors’ heights (there’s no info for it btw) but the websites that have their info were getting too personal with it lmao

Summary- She wakes up to meet a man. Luckily she planned ahead.

I just want to be yours, loved only by you. I can’t fucking breathe when I'm around you. You can hurt me, manipulate me, fucking break me, ruin me. Just give me your heart so I never have to worry again.

The world spun all around as her eyes fluttered open to the dark space in the dimly lit room. Litten only by a small red light on the opposite wall next to a door. The smell was horrible- like the smell of a rotting body that had been there for far too long. Perhaps more than one body, too.

The air was cold and stung on her bare flesh, a familiar feeling from all those years ago. She remembers Martha locking her in the car on a cold winter day to take Mateo ice skating, and how the cold stung her like this. Martha died in jail for what she did to little Y/N by the other prisoners; mothers who would do anything to see their child or stepchild again. And these mothers didn’t like meeting a woman so cruel to her stepdaughter that she’d lock Y/N in the car on hot summer days until she couldn’t breathe anymore.

What drives a woman to do that? It’s no wonder Y/N always gets hot and nervous in a vehicle with a heavy heart each time. A fear of cars is something she may never get over.

Sometimes Y/N swore she could see her mother in this room. Sometimes, I say, as if she hadn’t been awake for only 5 minutes. Disillusioned and staring into space, flashing images of once was or can be popping in and out. Five minutes felt like forever for some reason. She was so cold in nothing but her undergarments; although the thought of where her clothes were never registered in her mind.

Chloroform doesn’t knock people out that fast unless it's laced. Whatever they used would remind her of how she felt after surgery when the anesthesia was wearing off. When she had surgery after trying to cut her arm off and nearly dying. Why did she do that again?

“Good morning, woo,” a masculine voice called out, followed by a random noise. A tic.

When did the large shadowed man lean in front of her? The room was too dark to see his face, but she could see his silhouette from the light shining behind him.

“Good morning,” her weak sound whispered back. “Where am I?”

“Somewhere nice, little Y/N, woo,” his voice ticed once more, “a nice little place of business. And me and you are gonna talk.”

“Oh, I’m not in the force yet,” Y/N smiled softly, cocking her head at the man as he chuckled. “You’ll have to talk with my brother about police business.”

“No silly, not about that. No… We have something more personal to talk about later,” he said kindly. “For now, I just wanna look at your beautiful face. You look so peaceful when you’re sleeping.”

“Hehe, how sweet,” she softly replied, not registering what he even said in her mind. She heard him say something else- although, her tiredness made it hard to pay attention and keep her eyes open.

“Not a thought going through your head- woo- then, and not a single damn thought now. That’s okay. Enjoy your high while you can, pretty girl.”

By the time her eyes looked back up at the man, he was gone. But she didn’t feel his presence leave.

The back of her mind began to finally recognize the world around her. That she had slept enough for the day, that she wasn’t in her bed, and that she was hungry. Her mind trailed back to the thought of kissing her date the previous night, forcing a weak smile on her tired face as her head tilted to the side of the table she was lying on.

“Mmm,” she silently whimpered as her eyes registered the giant light looming above her, too bright to handle in a drugged state. Slowly observing the dark room, her mind was finally putting the pieces together of what was happening. What was happening…

“What the fuck…” Y/N grumbled as she lifted her head from the table, before halting when her shoulder muscles couldn’t move her forward. On top of that, she was barely clothed. Her breathing quickened alongside the beating of her heart as she looked around the dark room, slowly recalling the previous night’s events. Tim was taking her home, and then… then these two people came in, but one of them had Tim’s hair and build so-

“Tim! Tim you fucking asshole, where are you!” She screamed out, adrenaline filling her veins as she pulled against what was holding down her limbs. Ropes tied against her wrists made her wince in pain as she pulled; her arms were held above her head and tied against the legs of the table. Her legs were in the same state, tied against the table legs.

Her muscles fucking ached in pain after constant minutes of pulling and tugging at the ropes combined with heavy breathing. It just hurt so much more on the inside too because she was really starting to like that guy. The feelings of fear, betrayal, and rage burning into her skin more than the tightening ropes didn’t even hurt as much as the thought of what her brother must be thinking.

She was feeling far too mature to tell her brother where she was going to be. Fucking idiot mistake.

Y/N firmly placed her head against the table, overcome by the feeling of helplessness. She didn’t even notice the tears rolling down her face until now. Nor the light sweat that built up from when she was struggling, combined with the humidity of the room. Wasn’t she cold earlier? Why does she recall a different room? And why did she recall the voice that said-

-“woo, the first ten minutes are always my favorite. You see all five stages of grief in one sitting, hah hah.”

Her head turned to where she heard the voice, although her vision was too blurry to see the face of the man who just walked out of the shadows as if it were a 1940s horror film. “You,” she whispered, blinking away the tears the best she could, “who are you?”

“Shouldn’t I be asking the questions first?” He replied smugly as he walked over to the table, leaning over her. He brought his head uncomfortably close to her face, narrowing his eyes as he took in her look of pure horror.

He looked young, perhaps in his early 20s. Large orange goggles around his eyes and a mask pulled down to his chin, revealing his cocky grin and a giant hole on his cheek. Her eyes quickly went to stare at his teeth and flesh from the hole, making her shiver and grow uncomfortable. It reminded her of the uncomfortability of being nearly naked. Did he take off her clothes?

“That’s what I thought. Now, we got some things to talk about, pretty girl,” he chuckled maliciously as he brought a hand to her face, caressing her cheek and watching as she contemplated what to do. He knew what she was thinking: should I pull away from his hand, or will he get mad? What if he hurts me? Oh, but I just don’t wanna be touched by this scary man, but what could I do when I’m so helpless?

It made his grin grow wider as he pulled away, reaching for his pocket and pulling out her wallet. She gasped as she noticed it. “Why do you have that?”

“Well, woo, if you wait a minute, I’m about to get to that.” His hand twitched as he unzipped her wallet and looked through the many cards and hundreds of dollar bills she had stashed in there. “Are you Mr Ismael Ramirez? Or a Mrs. Jamie Burningham? Oh, or a lovely Danielle Iowa? Because, sweetie, you don’t look like any of these people.”

Y/N’s heart fucking dropped. She quietly gulped, feeling her palms get sweaty and the room seemed to be a little warmer. “I… I don’t-“

“Yeah, didn’t think so. And I don’t think they could’ve given you their cards after they died either, huh? I know that Danielle almost escaped me, but I think a hatchet in the heart then proceeding to rip her open a little more should keep her too dead to pay you, right?”

Danielle Iowa was the daughter of the family she saw two nights ago when her brother called her in for help. She was in her room on her back, bruises on her arms and a giant open hole in her chest.

Y/N’s eyes widened as stuttering out slowly, “You killed them?” Her body started to shake, her chest heaving as her mind wandered to what he could do to her if he had the stomach to do other awful things to people.

“Oh, come on now, don’t look so scared!” the man laughed with a hint of annoyance, “you’re no fucking better! You also have exactly $853 in here, exactly as much as- woo- she had in her little jar in the room. How are you any better than a killer if you’re gonna steal money from the dead right next to their bleeding fucking corpses?”

Sins in the form of goosebumps trailed up her skin all over, her head turning away from him as an escape from the situation. She felt embarrassed, weak, and most of all, guilty. Fucking guilty.

“Yeah, and that’s the first time you’re facing it, huh? Didn’t feel so bad earlier, right, when you went out and bought that coffee? Or when you went- woo- out shopping the night before? Why does it feel so dirty now, Y/N?” The man laughed, setting his knee on the table to lift himself up and set his arms on either side of her. He looked down at her, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look back at him from above.

“But hey, ‘ion gotta kill ya for your sins. I ain’t the devil or God. But I will make you work for your freedom.”

His neck snapped as he smiled down at her, ticking once more. Naturally, him being on top of her while she was barely clothed made her worry about what he could mean- what he was going to do to her. Rape her? Torture her like this was a Saw movie? Sell her into slavery?

“I-Is that so,” she said in a low voice, a shaky breath following.

He hummed in response, chuckling to himself. “If you wanna live and keep all your dirty money, well, I recommend you give me what info you got about the police force. Otherwise,” he paused as his neck snapped following a tic. A sudden cold metal pressed against her bare stomach, making her shudder. “I can cut you open for Mateo to see, pretty lady. And that cute little look of fear on your face would look so fucking ugly when it gets skinned off, right?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Y/N agreed, nodding her head with a quivering lip. “Or-”

“Or?” The man widened his eyes with mild shock, cocking his head as he placed the hatchet a little more firmly against her stomach, causing Y/N to suck in a little.

“Or, you let me willfully help you with all the data I can provide, and then some, in return for help,” she said softly, a small smile appearing on her face as if her fear had just vanished.

“Woah, woo,” he chuckled, his grin growing large on his face as he pulled away. He pressed his hatchet even harder against her skin, causing her breath to hitch. “I have never seen that before. I’mma have to let the other guys know about this, hah hah.”

He got off of her and stepped back down onto the floor, sticking his hatchet back into his little holder.

“Wait, so, what’s this “and then some” thing supposed to mean? And what makes ya think that whatever you can provide is worthy of not just your life, but also something more in return?” he asked rather threateningly as if he was annoyed. No, pissed off.

“You know, I’m not just some dirty detective or thief,” Y/N replied cautiously, furrowing her eyebrows. “You think I didn’t notice all the girls looked like me? You think I didn’t notice I could be next? What if I took extra steps in case something were to happen to me?”

“Attitude out of nowhere like ya have any power over the situation,” he replied aggressively, rolling his eyes. He doesn’t like it when things don’t go his way. He swiftly grabbed his hatchet back out and set it on her stomach, before crouching down and reaching for the ropes tying one of her hands down. Anxiety pulsed through her veins but… she knew what she was doing.

The rope burns hurt her wrists as it got free, her hand feeling better from the return of circulation. The man placed her arm down the table forcefully, holding it down as he grabbed his hatchet again, placing the blade on her fingers. Instinctively, she gasped and tensed.

“Okay, here’s the deal,” he said before ticcing, “you’re gonna give me a good counterdeal that’s just so much better than mine. And if you don’t, I’m cutting these off one by one. Got it? Or do you wanna just take my deal instead?”

Y/N quivered, narrowing her eyes at him before taking a deep breath. “Okay, listen… I could do two things. I won’t ever give you the police info if all I get is life and dirty money, and whatever happens to my brother. So you’d have to kill me and be left struggling to get the info yourself. And, let me promise you, it’s not easy.”

She took a quivering breath as the weight of the man’s eyes caused more anxiety to trail through her.

“However, I could also help you. Not just info given to you, but I can also lead the investigation in ways that would keep you and whoever you’re working with safe. I know the ins and outs of everything that goes on there, and I’ve tampered with info before on cases. That’s how I get away with stealing,” she says hesitantly, guilt in her words.

“I could give you info computer bases don’t have, I can steal, I can lie, and I’m very good at staying hidden. I know this might not seem like a lot, especially given that I don’t know your plan, but I can tell these aren’t your first murders or kidnappings. Surely having someone who can log into police bases across this country could be helpful to you, right?”

The man raised a brow, cracking his neck before huffing, “Yeah, yeah, so you can make things easier for me, I expected that. Coulda summed that up quickly, y’know. Now tell me what you wanted in return.” He tapped his hatchet against her fingers impatiently.

“I want to come with you guys,” she breathed out quickly, a look of desperation on her face. “I know you and whoever you work with have been across the country, possibly the world, and committed similar crimes. I’ve studied family murders that looked just like the ones here from other states- and I admire it! I would do anything to be a part of what you guys do.”

She bit her lip in embarrassment, realizing how stupid she must sound right now. The silence that followed made her recap how she was tied up, nearly naked, with a serial killer threatening to cut off her fingers after threatening her with death. She then boldly decided to reject his offer and made her own, and now just asked to be a part of a killer group as if she was trying to join a Fanclub.

“Interesting,” the man slowly replied awkwardly, squinting his eyes and cocking his head at her. “You’re weird.” His hatchet began to pierce the skin of her fingers, making her gasp and lift her head from the table defensively.

“Fuck, if you do that, you’re gonna fucking regret it!” she yelled out, her hand shaking. The man chuckled, pausing as her fingers began to bleed.

“How come?” he asked amusingly.

“Tim has a tracker in his truck, connected with a camera and audio. It picked up anything that happened around it- and the data will be sent to my brother unless I stop the message in time.” Sweat built up on her forehead from the extreme nervousness she felt. But damn, her reasoning worked.

“Ugh, you fucking would make this difficult,” he huffed, sticking his hatchet back in his holder. He ticked, pulling his mask back up to his face before leaning into hers, caressing her cheek, and whispering, “You’re pretty, but you’re nothing special. I’ve seen plenty like you before, so don’t think- woo- you got your way yet.”

With that, he ripped his hand away from her face and grabbed her arm to tie her wrist back to where it was. A long, deep sigh escaped her lips as she closed her eyes, placing her head back against the table. He mumbled things under his breath as he finished up, walking out of the room. The noise she heard indicated that he opened a door and walked out- leaving her alone in the room.

What a fucking experience.

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Hey guys! Just btw, if you aren't satisfied with this chapter or wish it could have been a little different, feel free to let me know! I'm contemplating rewriting it since I'm not totally satisfied by it- but, if you guys feel it's good enough, I don't wanna waste time rewriting a whole new chapter that most people aren't going to reread.

...but! If you feel like I could touch up on this rather than rewriting the whole thing, do let me know as well. I just really need feedback 🤣

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since all four are played by idols, who among fujio tsukasa ryo and kohei do you think can sing and who can’t

oh i like this question 👁️ i’ve thought about it before, when the four of them released that ost (which btw is gunning for my soty on spotify wrapped). the actors are all such great singers it makes me feel a bit crazy that we’ll probably never get another song from them together 😒 but anyways onto the question! and i’m gonna add a little bit of karaoke headcanon because i’m mentally ill and i can’t stop thinking about it now.

can sing: ryo, tsukasa

can’t sing: fujio

will not ever sing unless for ryo: kohei

all four actors sing very well btw, so this next part purely refers to the characters. just a disclaimer. i spent some time on godforsaken nct stan twt the ppl there are literally insane.

headcanons

let’s imagine them in a karaoke setting. somehow all four of them ended up in a room together and no fights have erupted. here they’re just friends and not enemies where one side tried to kidnap and murder the other.

this will be a bit shippy because well… hehe :3 if you don’t wanna see that just stop reading at the part about the bill

fujio’s the first to grab the mic and he sqwaks into it. his lack of talent is absolutely incredible. tsukasa’s ears actually bleed a little.

like if anyone’s watched kaguya-sama love is war, it’s like shirogane trying to sing. he simply shouldn’t.

i imagine like… an akb song playing or something. or maybe like yoasobi and LiSA. but whoever it is, fujio is ruining the prestige of their musical careers by singing their songs.

but he’s having so much fun that nobody actually has the heart to stop him and he thinks he sounds great.

“nobody” until kohei snaps and grabs the mic and shoves it into ryo’s hands instead, instead of telling fujio he literally sucks, he just accuses him of hogging the mic and says it’s ryo’s turn

fujio pulls out the second mic and is like great suzaki lets duet 🤩 and tsukasa’s like erm no. and snatches the mic away and tsukasa and ryo do a duet which actually sounds pretty great

fujio: “you guys are just okay i guess :/” amagai: “you’re literally delusional”

anyways back to tsukasa and ryo, they sound incredible alone and together, it’s literally like listening to a live concert. fujio’s always known tsukasa can sing so he’s not surprised but this is all of their first times hearing ryo sing and who knew he possessed pipes like that. kohei might have to nepo him into a singing career at the end of the session

one song later and ryo’s trying to pass kohei the mic and kohei's like hell no. he already had no plans to sing but going after tsukasa and ryo is basically like trying to kill his own pride. he urges ryo to go ahead and tells him he liked hearing ryo sing, which makes ryo blush and tsukasa roll his eyes.

after a few songs, since they’re fair, they let fujio back on the mic before he can start sulking over it. back to torture. kohei walks out for “air” but really he’s just sick of hearing fujio’s voice

meanwhile, ryo seems to be the only person to not realise fujio can’t sing and he enjoys singing with fujio so they do a duet with the two microphones they were provided and fujio is delighted. he decides ryo has to be his karaoke buddy from now on because he’s “finally found someone who appreciates his talent and real music”

kohei ends up with the bill even though he didn’t even sing once and tsukasa and fujio leave immediately like peace out have fun settling that

szam part :3 (separated bc i feel nice today. don’t get used to it. szam are soulmates in my head.)

first, whether they’re dating or not is completely up to u, but there are definitely feelings involved 🙏

since fujio and tsukasa dipped, kohei and ryo are alone now and kohei’s like goddamn they’re finally gone and he drags ryo back to the room and extends their session another 45 minutes and tosses the mic to ryo like okay sing for me

kohei picks out all the songs from the machine that he wants ryo to sing for him and ryo does without a complaint, happy that kohei likes his voice, even if he’s a little shy with kohei’s gaze fixated on him while he sings and there are no more other people to lessen the intensity of the atmosphere

kohei makes sure ryo drinks enough water so his throat doesn’t shrivel up from all the singing and he kinda feels like a manager of a top idol which is not a pleasant feeling because in what world would he ever have to take orders from anyone? but it’s ryo so he just finds it kinda cute instead.

when the final song comes on, it’s a duet and ryo hesitates a little before offering kohei the other mic and looking at him with pleading eyes and kohei cant say no to those eyes or ryo’s hopeful expression. he takes the mic and joins ryo for the duet

kohei’s voice is mid. he’s not awful like fujio but he’s not good like ryo and tsukasa it’s just extremely mid. but because ryo is a bum loser who is in love with him, kohei sounds amazing to him and they finish the duet together with ryo beaming at him and kohei just smiling back, both fond and exasperated.

did i ever mention that kohei is like completely incapable of denying ryo anything in the auromelt cinematic universe? because he can’t

kohei makes ryo promise he’ll go with kohei to a studio he plans to rent and record some songs so kohei can add them to his playlist and he Would offer to make ryo an industry plant in the music industry as well but he doesn’t because he can’t imagine ryo getting fans and him having to share ryo’s attention

anyways big tl;dr ryo is unexpectedly the best singer of the four followed closely by tsukasa and then there’s a wall and then it’s kohei and then there’s 6 more walls and behind them is fujio. on that note, fujio and ryo are now karaoke buddies who go every 3 weeks or so. kohei always joins them just to listen to ryo, but he only sings when no one else but ryo is around.

#high & low #high&low #suzaki ryo #high & low the worst x #high&low the worst x #amagai kohei #amazaki #suzaama #🦙 anons #takajo tsukasa #hanaoka fujio

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