#the way that it curves to the stage is crazy I had to take wide angle pics and even then can’t really tell how close it is

[mer-se]

Prima facie round two. 5/17 🎭🤍

[worldlxvlys]

speed

chris sturniolo x singer! reader

warnings: smuttt, fingering, oral (male receiving), no actual p in v

a/n: this is for @annamcdonalds67 ‘s writing challenge !! hope you enjoy <33

la da da da

da da da

the crowd went crazy after hearing only the first few chords of the unreleased song that i’d been teasing for weeks.

considering the fact that they’d never heard the full song, i found it funny how many people genuinely loved the song.

if i told you how much i think about her

you’d think i was in love

i looked out to the sea of people in front of me, growing slightly nervous at the thought of every single one of their attention being on me.

i had definitely performed before, but never in front of a crowd of people this large.

and if you knew how much i looked at her pictures

you would think we’re best friends

my nerves eased a little when i actually looked at the crowd. my eyes bounced from person to person, seeing bright smiles, tears of happiness, and people singing along.

deciding to pretend as though i wasn’t singing in front of an insane amount of people, i let myself enjoy the song.

as the words flew past my mouth and into the microphone, i thought about how excited chris was when i first played the song for him.

right before i got to the chorus, i looked over to the VIP section, immediately catching his gaze.

CHRIS’S POV

when i caught her gaze, there seemed to be a glint of something in her eyes, but i couldn’t pinpoint what it was.

although her face held a sweet smile, i could tell she was about to do something that would have me struggling to contain myself.

i’m starin’ at her like i wanna get hurt

and i remember every detail you have ever told me

so be careful, baby

she began to jump around on stage, her energy and happiness becoming contagious as everyone around her seemed to bask in it.

any nerves that she may have had at the beginning of the song easily washed away as she sang.

i’m so obsessed with your ex

yeah, i’m so obsessed with your ex

her hair bounced on her shoulders as she moved her head to the beat. she looked majestic, the stage lights giving her body a soft glow.

she’s got those lips, she’s got those hips

the life of every fucking party

it was almost as those she was singing about herself, her hands running up and down her body, my eyes following them.

the confidence she had was evident in her stage presence, making her seem all the more attractive.

she laid on the ground on her side, running her hands down her body while she danced seductively on the floor.

there was something so enticing about it, she made such a simple action look so alluring.

she made her way through the song, the adrenaline seeming to course through her as she bounced around on the stage.

she showed the love and passion that she had for music through a wide smile, her eyes shut as she soaked every moment in.

the further she got into her set, the hornier i got. i tried to stop myself, but my mind was consumed with the things i could do to her in her dressing room. i just needed ten minutes.

her tight skirt inched up her legs slightly with every jump, causing the curve of her ass cheek to peak out.

her low-cut top gave the perfect view her cleavage, the pendant of her gold necklace hanging just above where her tits met.

at this point, i was so hard that i was genuinely in pain. luckily for me, all eyes were on y/n, i didn’t have to worry about anyone noticing my raging hard-on.

“hi everyone!” i heard her speak into the mic, making my head whip up to her direction.

“i hope you guys are enjoying the show so far!” she was met with a roar of applause in response, causing her to let out a light chuckle.

“we’re going to take a brief, ten minute intermission, so go to the bar and grab a drink or snack, and we’ll be back soon!” she spoke, giving a light wave before walking off of the stage.

looks like i got my ten minutes.

“going to the bathroom!” i yelled out to nick and matt, bringing a hand down to cover my crotch as i sped walked to the backstage area.

i flashed the security guard my backstage pass before rushing to y/n’s dressing room.

i knocked on the door loudly, waiting to hear her answer before opening the door.

“oh, chris!” she spoke as i closed and locked the door behind me.

she rushed over to me, a bright smile on her face as she wrapped her arms around my neck.

“i’m so fucking proud of you, baby. you’re so good out there” i spoke into her neck, pressing slow kisses to her neck.

she tilted her head to the side, letting out a small sigh as her fingers slid up to my hair to pull on the brown strands.

“such a good girl for me” i sighed into her neck, “you deserve all of the love” i spoke against her skin.

i moved my head to her chest, leaving kisses to the exposed skin.

her hand quickly found my crotch, beginning to palm me through my pants. “want some help with that?” she asked me.

“i- yes, please” i spoke, my breathing picking up as she sunk onto her knees in front of me.

she pulled my pants and boxers down with one tug, wrapping her hands around my thighs as she licked up the small bit of pre-cum that leaked out of my tip.

she swirled her tongue around it before taking me into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks.

“fuck” i moaned, my hand finding its way to the back of her head.

i attempted to control myself, refraining from moving my hips.

she momentarily pulled her mouth off of me to say, “c’mon baby, fuck my mouth” before moving to take me fully into her mouth again.

i did as she said, beginning to buck my hips into her mouth, holding her head steady.

she glanced up at me through her lashes, eyes filling with unshed tears as i pushed myself in and out of her warm mouth.

i stared down at her tits, watching as they bounced harshly from the force of my hips against her body.

when she caught my gaze, she pulled the straps to her top down to expose her boobs to me.

“oh my god, yes. feels so good” i groaned out when her nose hit my pubic bone, her head shaking side to side.

there was a sudden knock on the door behind me, catching me by surprise as she continued to suck me off.

“5 minutes until you’re on!” a voice said, leaving as quickly as it came.

i watched as her hand disappeared under her skirt, causing her to begin to moan around me.

i could hear the wet sounds of her fingers inside of her pussy, my head flying back at the thoughts running through my head.

i twitched inside of her mouth, causing her to pull away from me. her mouth remained connected to me by a long string of spit while she began to twist her hand around my length.

“ come on chris, you gonna cum for me? all over my tits?” she asked, raising her eyebrows at me.

i was only able to nod my head as my eyes rolled back, thick ropes of my cum flying onto her chest.

she stood up onto her feet, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand as she grinned at me.

without another word, i turned us around so that her back was facing the door.

i hooked a hand under one of her knees, lifting it up with one hand, the other finding its way under her dress.

“let me return the favor” i spoke as i moved her panties to the side and pushed two fingers into her entrance.

“fuck, chris” she squeaked as her mouth hung open, her head falling back into the door.

her tight walls squeezed around my fingers, clamping down onto them.

there was a pounding on the door behind her, making her let out a yelp in surprise.

i covered her mouth with my hand, while she moaned into it, gripping my forearm harshly.

“2 minutes !” the voice yelled through the door.

she pushed her hips down to meet my movements, desperately chasing her orgasm.

i circled my thumb around her clit, enjoying the way she shuddered under my touch.

her head fell forward onto my shoulder, while her fingers threaded through my hair. she tugged on it harshly, eliciting a deep groan from me.

“you close baby?” i asked as she began to clench around my fingers again.

“yes, please let me cum. i’m so close, chris” she moaned out as her face scrunched up in pleasure.

“let go, princess. make a mess on my fingers”

she looked so pretty like this, her messy makeup running down her blissed-out face.

her legs began to shake, hips jerking up involuntarily and her back arching off of the door.

she let out one last cry of my name before letting go, coating my fingers in her pleasure.

“here, let’s get you cleaned up” i spoke, wiping away the smudged makeup on her cheeks.

i helped her fix herself up, before doing the same for myself.

once we deemed ourselves presentable, i opened the door. i was met with a member of the stage crew, who seemed to be preparing to knock on the door.

he gave us a knowing look before speaking, “you two couldn’t have waited until after the show?”

the two of us glanced at each other, giving the man blank stares.

“you” he pointed to y/n, “need to go get your makeup touched up” he spoke, waving over her makeup artist.

“and you” he pointed to me, “need to go back to your seat. stay away from her until after the show, got it?” he asked as he placed his hands on my shoulders, turning me towards the direction i originally came from.

when i tuned back to look at y/n she was already getting whisked away by her makeup artist.

i made my way back to my seat, meeting my brothers’ gaze. “so, you enjoy your bathroom break?” nick asked, brows raised.

“yeah, it was fine” i spoke, keeping my eyes forward to avoid his gaze.

“really? cause you just came from the opposite direction of the bathroom” matt pointed out.

before i could say anything in response, the crowd broke into a round of loud applause.

i watched y/n walk on stage, lightly smirking at the way her legs lightly shook with each step.

“so subtlety just isn’t your thing, huh?” nick asked.

“never was going for subtlety, just speed”

collide (matt version)

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[mindyco]

hi! i’m the anon who requested idol mc with the brothers and i’m so glad you liked the idea! ♡

i had another quick idea for idol mc: the brothers surprise mc backstage after they just finished performing for their concert 🤭 i think it would be so cute to see the brothers prepare gifts and wait for them to finish their performance!

Artwork credit: @nona-piccolo

FINALLY BRINGING BACK IDOL MC BECAUSE IT DESERVES ALL THE LOVE IN THE WORLD

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE IDEA, ANON

YOURE A LITERAL ANGEL BUT HONESTLY IF I EVER SAW THEM WAITING FOR ME BACKSTAGE I'D HAVE A HEART ATTACK (´つヮ⊂)

Scenario: The brothers surprise idol MC backstage

Lucifer:

Lucifer, with his commanding presence, takes on the role of a guardian backstage, watching over everything with his eagle-like gaze to ensure that nothing goes wrong.

He stands tall and poised, surveying the surroundings with a stoic expression, radiating an air of authority and protection.

His keen eyes carefully observe the staff, equipment, and the overall atmosphere, ensuring that everything is in order and running smoothly.

Despite his stern appearance, his heart softens as soon as MC arrives backstage. His stoic expression melts away, replaced by a gentle smile and a warm, loving gaze.

"You've made remarkable progress, and I have no doubt that your future will be filled with success," he says, his voice filled with confidence.

He approaches MC with grace, his steps steady and confident, and envelops them in a comforting embrace, feeling a surge of pride and happiness for their successful performance.

Lucifer takes a moment to observe MC, his gaze sweeping over their form with an appreciative glimmer. His lips curve into a gentle smile, and he reaches out to grasp MC's hand delicately, lifting it to his lips. A soft, tender kiss is pressed against the back of their hand.

"MC," Lucifer whispers in a voice filled with admiration, his warm breath caressing their skin. "Well done."

Mammon:

Mammon eagerly takes on the role of MC's biggest cheerleader backstage, making sure everyone knows just how amazing MC is.

As MC finishes their performance and steps off the stage, Mammon can barely contain his excitement. He practically jumps up and down, waving his arms wildly to get their attention.

"The Great Mammons got your back, human!" he exclaims, a wide grin plastered across his face as he slaps them across the back. "Hahaha! Did you see that crowd? They went crazy for you! I knew you had it in you!"

Mammon doesn't hesitate to let everyone nearby know that he knows MC. He struts around, pointing at them proudly, announcing to anyone who will listen, "Yeah, that's right! This superstar right here is my human! I've been supporting them since day one, and look at them now!"

He pulls MC into a tight hug, his excitement overflowing. "Ya really did an amazing job, MC. So just keep it up while I bask in all the glory!!" His words were filled with genuine pride, though the latter half of the sentence made MC shake their head with a smile.

He showers them with compliments, praising their stage presence, their voice, and their ability to captivate an audience.

His enthusiasm is contagious, spreading a sense of joy and accomplishment to MC and those around them. Mammon's support is unwavering, and he wants nothing more than to see MC shine and achieve their dreams.

Levi:

Amidst the commotion, Levi stands nervously, his heart pounding in his chest. He fidgets with his hair, trying to make it look presentable, and straightens out his shirt, wanting to appear at his best when he sees MC.

His eyes flicker with a mix of awe and uncertainty as he catches sight of MC making their way off the stage, the spotlight still clinging to them like a halo. They exude a radiant energy, their talent shining through every move they make. Levi can't help but feel a pang of doubt creeping into his mind—how could someone as dazzling as MC ever be interested in someone like him?

But as MC approaches, a gentle smile gracing their lips, his fears begin to dissipate. Their eyes meet, and for a moment, time stands still. MC's presence fills him with a sense of warmth and familiarity, as if they've been connected long before this moment.

"Levi!" MC's voice breaks through his reverie, their tone filled with genuine excitement. They step closer, their arms encircling him in a tight hug. "I've been looking forward to this hug all night..!"

Levi's eyes widen in surprise, a mixture of joy and disbelief flooding his heart. Their embrace feels like a lifeline, grounding him in the reality of their connection. He wraps his arms around them in return, a mixture of emotions swirling within him—relief, happiness, and a profound sense of being cherished.

"You… you really mean that?" Levi stammers, his voice filled with vulnerability. "I… I never thought... I mean, you were incredible up there, and I… I'm proud of you."

As they stand there, wrapped in each other's embrace, Levi's heart feels lighter, his doubts and worries fading into the background. With MC by his side, he knows that he has someone who believes in him, who appreciates his unique qualities, and who loves him unconditionally.

Satan:

Satan waits patiently behind the stage, holding a beautiful bouquet of flowers. As MC finishes their performance and steps off the stage, he approaches them with a warm smile, his eyes shining with delight.

"I must say, MC, your performance was truly a work of art," he says, his voice filled with genuine admiration.

As Satan hands MC the banquet, starts to explain the flower language and the meaning behind each one.

He takes a moment to explain the symbolism behind each flower, his voice filled with passion. Gently, MC watches as Satan's excitement spills over, his words flowing like a gentle stream.

"These red roses," he starts, his voice brimming with emotion, "symbolize my love for you, MC."

Satan's words are filled with a tenderness that wraps around MC like a warm embrace. His eyes, usually sharp and analytical, soften as he gazes at them. Every word he speaks shows the depth of his emotions, a love that knows no bounds.

"And these lilies," he continues, his voice growing even more fervent, "represent the purity and grace that you possess."

MC's heart swells with each word, feeling the weight of Satan's adoration and pride. They find solace in the way he expresses his feelings so passionately, as if every word is carefully chosen to convey the depth of his emotions.

As he goes on, MC notices the joy in Satan's eyes, the genuine delight in sharing these flowers and their meanings. It's as if each bloom holds a piece of his heart, carefully chosen to express his love and pride for them.

Satan's words dance through the air like whispers of affection, filling the space around them.

Asmo:

Asmodeus ensures that the backstage area is not only safe but also a haven of beauty and comfort for MC.

He adds his personal touch to the backstage decor, arranging flowers and creating an inviting atmosphere that reflects MC's vibrant energy and talent.

Asmodeus keeps an eye on the staff, making sure they are attentive and respectful, ensuring that everything runs smoothly and that everyone recognizes MC's importance.

When MC joins him backstage, Asmodeus can hardly contain his excitement. His face lights up with a radiant smile.

"Oh, darling, you were absolutely breathtaking!" Asmo gushes, his voice filled with genuine awe. He claps his hands together in delight, his excitement contagious.

With a graceful flourish, Asmo approaches MC, his movements fluid and captivating. His fingertips delicately brush against their arm, a touch both tender and electrifying.

He showers MC with compliments, praising their stage presence and captivating beauty, expressing his admiration for their performance in a way that only Asmodeus can.

Asmodeus's touch is delicate and affectionate as he brushes a stray lock of hair behind MC's ear, his eyes filled with adoration and genuine pride for their success.

Beel:

Beelzebub assumes a subtle yet ever-watchful presence backstage, ensuring that MC's needs and well-being are taken care of.

He pays close attention to MC's physical well-being, making sure they have enough water and snacks nearby, ready to provide help when needed.

Beelzebub's eyes scan the surroundings, not only for potential dangers but also for any signs of fatigue or discomfort in MC, always ready to offer his support.

When MC steps backstage, Beelzebub's face brightens with a warm smile, his eyes filled with genuine affection and concern.

"MC!" Beel's voice booms with genuine joy as he catches sight of them. His eyes sparkle with pride and excitement, his love for them evident in every fiber of his being. "You did it! You were amazing!"

Without a moment's hesitation, Beel closes the distance between them, his strong arms wrapping around MC in a tight embrace. His sheer size contrasts with their smaller frame, but the embrace is gentle and full of warmth, like a protective cocoon that envelopes them.

In a burst of exuberance, Beel lifts MC off their feet effortlessly, spinning them around in the air. MC's laughter fills the air, a melody of pure happiness that echoes through the backstage area.

Beel finally sets MC back on their feet, his hands lingering on their waist for a moment longer than necessary.

Belphie:

Belphie clicks his tongue disapprovingly, his eyes narrowing at the sight of MC's attire. "You really need to be more careful, MC."

Before MC can respond, Belphie swiftly removes his jacket, his movements fluid and purposeful. In a swift motion, he wraps the jacket around MC's shoulders, cocooning them in its warmth and protection. His touch is surprisingly gentle, the fabric of the jacket soft against MC's skin.

"Here," Belphie mutters under his breath, his voice carrying a hint of warmth that he tries to mask. "Now, let's get out of here."

With an unexpected tenderness, Belphie scoops MC up into his arms, their bodies now enveloped in the safety of his embrace.

As Belphie walks away from the chaos of the backstage area, MC can feel the steady rhythm of his heart against their back, a reminder of his protective nature. His grip on them is firm yet gentle, conveying a sense of security and reassurance.

Though Belphie's words may have sounded somewhat dismissive, MC can sense the pride bubbling beneath the surface. They know that behind his grumbles and complaints, he holds a genuine admiration for their talent and the effort they put into their performance. It is in these small gestures, these quiet acts of care, that his true feelings shine through.

As they navigate through the winding corridors, MC steals a glance at Belphie's face, curious to catch a glimpse of the emotions he tries so hard to conceal. And for a fleeting moment, their eyes meet.

"You... did pretty decent."

Belphie's expression softens ever so slightly, a flicker of pride dancing in his eyes. He may grumble and protest, but deep down, he cherishes MC's achievements and is honestly super proud of all the effort they put into their work.

～𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪

[parcequecestnotreprojeeeet]

Hi, everyone, it’s Kitty again. I’m sorry for how long it took me to write this second part, but i hope you guys enjoy it

Expecting pt. 2

He was woken up by the sun rays cracking through the curtains on that beautiful summer morning at Touquet. He rolled on his side just to see his pregnant girlfriend still peacefully sleeping, her 7 and a half months baby bump hanging out from her silk pajamas. He didn’t want to wake her up from the well deserved rest, but he couldn’t resist the temptation of lightly caressing her big belly, being careful not to startle her, as he felt their baby slightly moving under her skin.

He always thought she was the prettiest woman in the world, but he couldn’t help thinking this was prettiest she has ever been, her skin glowing, her breasts engorged with milk, her abdomen distended by the big uterus growing their baby. She was just perfect.

Absorbed in his thoughts he almost didn’t notice as she opened her ways to look at him lightly stroking her big belly.

“Good morning, chéri” she said in a still sleepy voice “I see daddy and baby are up early today”

“Good morning, my love” he said pressing a kiss to her bump and then to her lips “Did you sleep well?”

“Yes” she replied softly “Baby finally let me have a good night of sleep, and also can’t forget your credit for tiring me last night” she said with a malicious smile

He blushed at last night memories, as she stroked his hair and he embraced her bump, even at that stage of pregnancy they were still trying to maintain an active intimate life in the few comfortable positions they still had, he wanted her to knew that he still found her beautiful and attractive even with all the changes her body went through in the last months.

“Today it’s such a beautiful day, baby” he said with his head pressed against her belly “what do you think about daddy taking you and mommy to the beach, to enjoy the sun a bit” he finished pressing several feather light kisses against her abdomen as they felt their baby light kicking

“We’d love to” she replied with a smile as sitting in bed with some struggle due to the heaviness of her belly “I’ll go get ready, and you better get up too” she said as got up to help her get out of bed

More than half an hour later, when he had been ready for a while, she emerged from their bathroom, in a bright pink bikini showing how big her belly was on her small silhouette.

“I was about to put the sunscreen on, but now that baby is wide awake and kicking me like crazy I thought that maybe you’d like to help me spread sunscreen on the bump, so you can also feel the kicks” she said handling him the bottle

“You read my mind” he said with a smile as he began to gently spread the product through her distended abdomen, feeling all of her body changes and new curves, and also their baby strongly kicking his hands under her tight skin. He felt like the luckiest man in the world in that moment

Even after finishing with the sunscreen he kept lightly stroking her bump, savoring every second of that special moment and all of their baby movements. He then pressed a gentle kiss to the belly, followed by a chaste kiss to her lips, that gradually became more intimate, only parting when they were both struggling for breath

“I love you both very much” he said full of love in his eyes, to which she replied “We love you too, now let’s go before the beach gets too crowded” as she grabbed his hand and they headed outdoors.

Hello Kitty! ❤️

Emmanuel being so gentle and adorable with Brigitte and the baby bump, oh my heart 🥺🤧😍

Will you give us a part 3?

In the meantime, I will leave here the link to part 1 of your story!

Thank you so much, Kitty! ❤️❤️❤️

[pearlsephoni]

The Pull of the Sun

Can also be read on AO3 and shared on Twitter!

Rating: G

Fandom: Haikyuu!! 

Pairing: Kagehina (Kageyama/Hinata), background Bokuaka (Bokuto/Akaashi), background Tsukkiyama (Tsukishima/Yamaguchi)

Characters: Tobio Kageyama, Shoyo Hinata, Tadashi Yamaguchi, Kei Tsukishima, Hitoka Yachi, Wakatoshi Ushijima, cameos from Toru Oikawa and Tetsuro Kuroo

Word Count: 2,829

Summary: Love, pride, and victory come to a head in the aftermath of the All-Star Match.

A/N: Author’s notes can be read on AO3.

Team A wins.

The instant the final whistle blows, Hinata is being swept up by his team, lifted onto Romero’s shoulders as they all cheer for him in a mix of Japanese and Portuguese and English. Disappointment weighs heavy on Tobio’s side of the court, but even so, he doesn’t feel the grief that he was expecting. Maybe it’s because it’s an all-star match, a one-time event, instead of an international tournament, but all he can feel is awe, and pride, and love, so much love that he feels breathless from it.

Hinata has come so far. They were dumb teenagers, just 16 years old, when they promised to stand on the world stage together, but here they are now. They’d made it. And the crazy part is, Tobio is hungry for more. They had stood on the world stage, and it still isn’t enough for him. Staring at Hinata now, he wonders if he’ll ever get enough of this, of him.

He feels like he’s moving through a fog as the teams line up along the net to shake hands. He barely processes the line of calloused hands that he shakes, not until he’s shaking a hand that he knows as well as his own, and staring into amber eyes that shine with victory and pride.

“I told you I’d win again! Now my count is— Kageyama?”

He doesn’t realize he’s moving until he’s already lifted the net and ducked under it. Some tiny part of his mind is amused at the way Hinata’s face creases with confusion. “Tobi—?”

Maybe Hinata was trying to say his full name. Maybe he was only going to say his nickname. Tobio doesn’t know or care. He’s too focused on taking Hinata’s face in his hands and pressing their lips together. For a split second, he can feel Hinata stiffen with surprise, before immediately melting into the kiss.

Somewhere in his exhausted haze, Tobio remembers the phone call from a few nights ago, the sound of Hinata’s sleepy, jet-lagged morning voice from Miyagi slowly lulling Tobio to sleep in Rome.

“Hey, Tobi?”

“Hm?”

“When I win the match…can I announce our relationship? If the reporters ask about it? About us?”

Maybe he should feel bad about stealing Hinata’s thunder, but whatever. Hinata has won the game. Tobio deserves a win somewhere else.

And besides, who can feel bad when the love of their life is smiling against their lips? He doesn’t know how long they stand there, kissing each other breathless, but he can hear both of their teams cheering as though they had both won, and see flashes of light through his eyelids from the cameras going off, and when he pulls away, Hinata’s cheeks are red and his eyes are dazed from the kiss.

That was supposed to be it. That was all Tobio had wanted to do when he ducked under the net. But then Hinata smiles, and Tobio’s heart clenches, and the next thing he knows, he’s whispering, “Marry me.”

All the drowsy desire in Hinata’s eyes is sapped in an instant, replaced by pure surprise. “…What?”

“Marry me, Sho. I dunno how or where or when, but marry me. Give me forever with you.”

One moment, he’s staring into wide eyes, and the next, he’s being pulled into another kiss. He can feel as much as hear Hinata chanting, “Yes, yes, yes,” against his lips, and Tobio feels like he can fly.

“Um, excuse me? May we have my spiker back, please?”

They pull apart just enough to look over at Oikawa, who is pouting with his arms crossed and his eyes glinting with amusement. Tobio can feel a smug grin curve his lips as he says, “He’s mine now, Oikawa-san.”

“As long as he’s on my team, he’s—”

“We’re engaged!!” Hinata suddenly bursts out, smile so wide his cheeks must ache from it. “He just proposed! And I said yes!!” When he turns back to Tobio, his smile is a little smaller, but only because some awe has settled over his features, a sweet contrast to the way he’s bouncing on his toes. “We’re engaged,” he repeats softly, just for the two of them. “You’re my fiancé. You’re gonna be my husband!”

“That’s what being engaged means, dumbass.” But there’s no heat behind the taunt. Tobio can’t seem to feel anything but endless joy, his defeat a mere drop in the depths of his happiness.

They’re so focused on each other, they don’t notice the stunned hush that has settled over the court until it’s being broken by an onslaught of voices.

“What?”

“Holy shit, Shoyo! Congrats!!”

“Where’s the ring?!”

“Kageyama wouldn’t bring a ring onto the court, Miya.”

“Can’t lay off fer two seconds, huh, Omi-kun?”

“Chibi-chan, are you sure you want a lifetime with this asshole?”

“You’re one to talk, Shittykawa.”

“HINATAAAAA!”

Suddenly Hinata is being ripped out of Tobio’s arms, and he can only watch as Bokuto hoists his fiancé into a back-breaking hug. “Wow, you’re gonna be married, you’re gonna love it, being married’s the best, me and Keiji have tons of advice on figuring everything out, the paperwork’s gonna suck but it’s gonna be so worth it, wow, Hinata, wow!”

“Thanks, Bokuto-san!”

“Congratulations, Kageyama.”

Tobio jumps and whips his head around to see Ushijima suddenly standing at his side. It’s only then that he realizes all of Team B has come to the other side of the court to celebrate and carry out some form of good sportsmanship after it became clear that the traditional handshaking wasn’t going to finish. “Ah, thank you, Ushijima-san.”

Ushijima simply hums in response. Despite the sweat plastering his brown hair to his face, he looks as composed as ever, his olive eyes alert as they watch Bokuto continue to carry Hinata in a hug. “I know you have been dating for some years now,” he eventually muses, “but I am still surprised that you want to get married. Particularly with what an ordeal it will be, as a same-sex couple.”

Tobio knows, he knows, that Ushijima doesn’t really mean anything by his comment. But that doesn’t stop a spike of defensive anger from stabbing him. “I love him. I wouldn’t have dealt with long-distance and everything else for so long if I didn’t.”

“I would never question your love for each other. I suppose it’s just odd to see you making a lifetime commitment to anyone or anything outside of volleyball.”

“…Oh.” Well. Tobio can’t really argue with that. “I think…I think I always knew that I would love him for my whole life. Marriage will just…be a more official way of showing that, I guess.”

“Indeed.” They watch as Hinata is lowered to the ground by Bokuto, only to get swept up again by Miya while Sakusa briefly ruffles that bright ginger hair with a minuscule smile. “I’m happy for you.” Tobio looks over at Ushijima, and is surprised to see a minuscule smile on his face. “You are good for each other, and I remember how happy he made you when you were both playing in Japan. I wish you both that same happiness in your life together.”

Tobio is dumbstruck. It’s startling, hearing such heartfelt words delivered in a stoic voice from a stoic man, and the only thing he can think to say is, “I…thank you, Ushijima-san.”

“You’re welcome. Might I suggest you rescue your fiancé from his teammates?”

That surprises a soft laugh from Tobio, but he still follows the advice, approaching the gaggle of cheering men surrounding Hinata. His fiancé isn’t quite so small anymore — between his minor growth spurt since high school and his hard-earned muscles, he’s now every inch as intimidating an athlete to look at when his face isn’t being lit up by a bright smile — but he certainly appears small in the middle of everyone. It’s only thanks to his bright hair that Tobio is able to pick him out, and thankfully, the rest of the players let Tobio through easily, though he has to ignore their almost-teasing smiles as they wander away. It’s like they’re back in grade school. “Sho.”

Hinata looks startled, though Tobio’s not sure if it’s from hearing his nickname in public, or just the way Tobio had appeared. But his surprise quickly melts into happiness, and Tobio wonders, yet again, what he did to deserve being the cause of such bright joy. “You said Sho!”

“Yeah, well…everyone knows now. So.”

“They all know because you propoooosed to meeeee,” Hinata sings as he takes Tobio’s hands. “And now we’re engaaaaaged!”

“How many times are you gonna say that?”

“Until it stops exciting me!” Hinata leans up to brush a kiss to Tobio’s jaw. “So…I’m gonna say it forever! Or until we get married!”

After so many years of discretion, it feels strange to be able to kiss Hinata on the volleyball court, especially now that his haze of exhaustion and pride has cleared just a bit from his mind. But Tobio can’t resist Hinata’s raised chin and glittering eyes, and he feels like he could float as he presses their lips together.

“This is sweet and all, but need I remind you that you have fans to thank and press to talk to?”

Tobio pulls away just enough to frown at Kuroo. “We just got engaged, Kuroo-san.”

“And we’re all thrilled for you. But that doesn’t change the fact that it happened right after a game, and you are world-famous athletes. Publicity calls, especially after a stunt like this.”

His lips twist, but he can’t think of any rebuttal, and the sight of a catlike smirk tells him that Kuroo knows he’s right. “Fine.” He turns back to Hinata (ignoring the amused smile he’s trying and failing to bite back), and sighs, “Let’s do this.”

A laugh finally escapes Hinata as he presses a comforting kiss to Tobio’s lips. “We’ve been doing this for years, Tobi. Quit sulking.”

“I’m not sulking.” Despite his words, Tobio can feel a frown starting to form on his face as he reluctantly lets Hinata return to his team and walks back towards his own. The only thing that keeps the frown from fully forming is the feeling of Hinata’s fingertips lingering on his for as long as possible before they have no choice but to part.

Kuroo’s right, of course. Only the initial questions that Tobio receives are about the match. Each reporter lasts maybe two questions before they immediately cave and start asking about his relationship with Hinata, and how long have they been together, and is their relationship the secret behind their freak quick both today and back in high school, and was the proposal planned, and and and—

Tobio tries to answer as truthfully as he can without sharing more than what he and Shoyo had agreed on — yes, they dated in high school, but they took a break while Shoyo was in Brazil; no, it’s not the secret behind the freak quick, that came way before they started dating; they’d already promised to commit to each other for the rest of their lives, though the proposal itself was unplanned — but it’s still a huge relief when Bokuto redirects the attention to himself, just long enough for Tobio to slip away and catch up with his old friends.

He’s not surprised to see Yachi blowing her nose and Yamaguchi holding a small packet of tissues in one hand and his phone in the other. Yachi just manages to slow her sobs to small hiccups, only to immediately melt back into tears when she sees Tobio approach. “Kageyamaaaaa,” she weeps, grabbing another tissue and pressing it to her face, “Congratulations! I’m so happy for you two!”

“…Yachi-san, you’re sobbing,” Tobio says.

“From happiness!”

Tobio doesn’t know what to do except hold his arms open for her, and soon his jersey is getting damp from tears as much as sweat.

“Congrats, Kageyama!” Yamaguchi says, beaming at Tobio over Yachi’s head. “I mean, we kinda always knew you’d be with each other forever, but wow! Marriage!”

“Disgusting,” someone suddenly drawls from Yamaguchi’s phone. Tobio immediately recognizes Tsukishima’s voice, right down to the barest note of laughter hidden in his deadpan tones. “You two are lucky I wasn’t there to see it, or I would’ve vomited in the stands.”

“Fuck you, too, Tsukishima.”

“Tsukishima’s here?” Hinata gasps as he runs up to the group. “Oh, on the phone. Hey, Tsukishima!”

“Hello, shrimp. I guess congratulations are in order. I heard your team won.”

“‘Heard’.” Yamaguchi rolls his eyes with a good-natured smile. “He was watching the whole thing over livestream while answering emails.”

“I did no such thing, and you’ve got no proof.”

Hinata’s laugh is as bright and warm as the sun. “Thanks, Tsukishima! I got to beat Tobio and get engaged to him. Two wins in a row!” He rocks gently into Tobio, mindful of Yachi still crying into his jersey.

Tobio can only frown down at him. “I’m the one who proposed first. I won that one.”

“Whatever you say, Kageyama-kun!”

Somehow, those words are enough to make Yachi hiccup with another sob, much to Tobio’s affectionate bemusement. “I’m s-so happy for you two!” she sniffles with a watery smile, finally pulling away from Tobio. “I just know you’re going to have the happiest wedding and marriage in the world! I…I don’t know much about wedding planning, but…if you’d like, I could maybe offer some tips on the color scheme and theming of it?”

“Maybe?” Hinata repeats incredulously. “Yachi-san, who else would we want to ask? Of course we’d love your help!”

Yachi stares wide-eyed at Hinata for a moment, before— “Is she crying again?” Tsukishima asks, his bit-back laughter much easier to hear this time.

“Yes! I don’t know why I can’t stop! It’s just…it’s so wonderful, I’m so happy!”

“Yachchaaaaaan,” Hinata coos, wrapping her up in a hug and letting her cry into his sweaty jersey.

“Oi, Tsukishima,” Tobio starts, making Yamaguchi hold his phone out to him, “how would you like to be a groomsman?”

“I don’t even know if I’ll have time to make it.”

“Or maybe my best man?”

“I would rather die, thanks.”

“Tsukki!” Yamaguchi admonishes with a laugh. “You have to come! There’s no way your coach will make you come to practice when you have an Olympic wedding to go to!”

“You’re forgetting I have a whole other job.”

A certain look settles across Yamaguchi’s features, one Tobio recognizes with a jolt of nostalgia: it’s the same look of quiet, determined focus he used to get right before serving. “If your boss won’t let you take a day or two off for your best friends’ wedding—”

“My what?”

“—then I’ll personally come to the museum and fight her!”

“…Shut up, Yamaguchi. Fine, I’ll come. Of course I’m coming.”

Just like that, Yamaguchi’s face relaxes into a smile. “Thanks, Tsukki!”

“Damn,” Tobio sighs, “and here I thought I could scare you out of coming.”

“Fuck you, too, Your Highness. Watch yourself, or I’ll organize the world’s worst bachelor’s party for you.”

Tobio snorts, just a beat before Tsukishima’s words sink in. “Wait, so…you’ll do it?”

“Very conditionally, but…yes.” The smile is really clear in his voice now, in a way that Tobio knows wouldn’t have happened if Tsukishima were there in person.

The sound makes a corner of Tobio’s mouth tick up against his will, and a glance at Yamaguchi tells him that he’s been caught. “Good. Thank you.”

His eyes wander to Hinata as Yamaguchi takes over the call, and he watches as his fiancé — his fiancé, he can’t imagine ever getting used to that — gently pushes Yachi away, just enough for him to look over her face with a small smile. It makes a matching smile curve over her teary face, before she gives Hinata a reassuring nod and turns away to ask Yamaguchi for another tissue.

Only after seeing Yachi smile does Hinata look at Tobio, his eyes widening and cheeks flushing a pretty pink when he realizes he’s being watched. Tobio doesn’t know what his own face looks like, but whatever Hinata sees makes him step closer and take Tobio’s hand. “What?”

“Hm?”

“Why’re you staring at me?”

Tobio lifts a shoulder, his fingers weaving between Hinata’s and squeezing. “Just thinking…you’re my fiancé. And everyone knows.”

There’s a bemused crinkle to Hinata’s eyes, though it doesn’t take away at all from the beaming smile that pushes at his cheeks. “That’s what happens when you propose to me in front of a huge crowd of fans and press. But that’s what we wanted, right, Tobi?”

Tobio nods once. And then, to drive home his point (and maybe just because he can now), he ducks down to brush a gentle kiss to Hinata’s lips.

It’s not just something he wanted. It’s the best thing that Tobio has done in a long time.

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The public didn’t know that some of the pictures that are posted of Harry that are tagged and credited to the on tour photographers were actually taken by his wife.

For example, after Chicago, the picture of Harry in the tub - completely bare and worn down from his show, you actually think the photographer took that?

No, that was snapped with YN’s iPhone, like some of the other pictures he’s posted.

Just like the one where he’s asleep on the hotel bed in a robe in Paris with all of his stuff splayed around him - allegedly taken by helene. ***

But no, it had been his wife, they had just taken a shower together and she had stayed in for a bit longer to shave her legs - when she had come out and seen him passed out.

She had to tug a bit at the robe so he wasn’t exposed and make it x-rated, then she pulled out her phone and snapped the picture - sending it to Jeff with a teasing caption.

yn: It’s exhausting being a popstar

And just like that, it appears on his Instagram for fans to go crazy over.

Or what about the snapshot of his tank that had his famous slogan embroidered into the side of the white fabric. ***

His wedding band reflecting in the flash of the light, a subtle glance at his rippled muscle below the attire as they work on his hair.

“Mm, I’m gonna save this for a lonely night,” YN jokes as she tucks her phone away.

Harry’s hand comes to cup her jaw, looking down at her where she’s sat on the floor, “Y’so fuckin’ pretty, y’know that?”

YN’s eyelids flutter a bit as she glances away from his intense gazes - he still gives her butterflies.

“Don’t get shy on me, baby. Can I not tell m’wife how gorgeous she is?” He asks, bring her hand up to kiss the back of it, “Look s’good with tha’ ring on.”

And the one that made fans go crazy.

On a warm evening, in a hotel room between venues in Italy, where they had been lounging around all day.

YN in just a thin gauzy dress that accentuated the fact she wasn’t wearing a bra and Harry just in the trousers he’d worn to get them coffee earlier that morning.

“You just took a picture of me! It’s my turn,” YN giggles, getting on her knees on the old squeaky couch and snatching the camera off of him.

“I took a picture because y’tits look nice in tha’ dress. I can see y’nipples and it’s turnin’ me on,” Harry defends, holding up his book as she snaps it.

“H, c’mon,” She pouts but squeaks when Harry tugs her into him, dropping the book and the camera as he adjusts her on his lap.

“Gonna let me take a picture of y’all nice and fucked out, darling?” He rasps, ignoring her pout and hiking her dress up her hips.

And it’s happened throughout the years, so many pictures that were littered over the internet where just uncredited snapshots from YN.

Just like the one from 2013, they were on tour, and Harry was supposed to be recording for the next album after soundcheck and before the concert. ***

Instead, after soundcheck, Harry and YN had snuck off to a little meadow and lake to have a swim. He had shimmied down to his briefs and waded in.

YN stood back, snapping a picture of him and his friend as the complained about how freezing cold it was.

“Baby, c’mon. Come get in!” Harry had shouted back to his girlfriend on the dry land, “I need some warmth, s’freezing!”

YN grimaces, just in Harry’s shirt and a pair of yoga shorts, dipping her toe in and shaking her head - “I’ll enjoy from here!”

“Please, bug,” He pouts, motioning for her to come in.

She does after a moment, squealing at the temperature before quickly finding her way into Harry’s arms.

“Only have fun on tour when y’with me,” He had murmured into her ear before he dunked her underwater and they play fought until their stomachs hurt from laughing.

And then came the notorious picture that had gotten a million likes in thirteen minutes, oh, the chicago ice bath.

Harry had been achey since tour had begun, constantly complaining about his back and ankles from the shows.

“Baby, just rub m’back a lil’ longer please?” He had whimpered the night before, the tour bus bed did not help him much at all.

When his trainer had recommended an ice bath immediately after the show - YN had made sure to arrange it despite his protests.

After exiting the stage in his black and lilac outfit, he’d been lured into the bathroom with a promise of sex but instead was a steel tub filled with ice water.

Jeff, Lambert, Tommy - everyone was watching on in amusement as he adamantly tried to deny that it would help and the peer pressure wasn’t make him anymore convinced.

“Alright, everyone out,” YN had finally tittered, shooing out the circus before closing the door for privacy.

She helps strip her husband out of his close as he looks at her reproachfully, “You promised me sex.”

“After,” YN assures him, kissing his puffy lips and asking softly, “Just try it, if it doesn’t work - you don’t have to do it again.”

He grumbles a bit, muttering, “Don’t look at m’bits, they’re gonna shrivel up.”

YN giggles, “As if I haven’t seen your bits in every shape and form.”

As he slips in, YN has to snap a picture of his eyes wide and lips pursed at the shock of the freezing water cooling down his hot, sticky skin.

“Holy fucking shit,” Harry hisses, lowering self until he’s sat - his nipples instantly hardening and he’s breathing roughly out of his nose.

“Five minutes, I’ll set the timer,” YN says, setting it on her phone before sitting down next to the tub as he tries to relax.

“Baby, fuck. Reminds me of that really cold lake in Boston, ‘member?” He squeezes his eyes shut and reaches until YN intertwines their hands.

“Yeah, that wasn’t as cold as that one time you convince me to skinny dip with you on the coast of france.”

“Oh yeah, that one was really fucking cold too,” Harry murmurs, keeping his eyes closed and steadying his breathing.

(During WWA tour - ***)

“Harry, are you insane? Anyone could see us? Paul could walk out or the boys. I’m not-“

She’s cut off when Harry shucks off his swimsuit bottoms, his skin’s glowing in the moonlight and the light waves lapping at the shore are soothing.

YN swallows harshly, tries not to stare at how handsome and overwhelming beautiful he is as he turns to step towards the water.

She looks over her shoulder nervously before stepping out of her one-piece, he waits for her at the shoreline.

“Y’so so stunnin’,” Harry tells her, thumbing at the soft curve of her breast and leaning in for a soft kiss when he feed her shake.

“You could have anyone,” YN whispers against his lips, “Every girl on this earth wants you like this. I’m just some girl from before all this,” she motions to the extravagant bungalow they’re staying at.

“I don’t know why y’think tha’s bad. I want t’experience all this with you, m’first love and m’only love. I’m going to marry y’soon, you know tha’?” He replies, lips tracing the curve of her neck.

“You better,” She giggles, hands going to his shoulder as he sucks a mark into the thin skin.

He pulls back with a frown, “M’not jokin’, I don’t care that we’re young - M’gonna do it.”

“I can’t wait,” YN kisses his jutted out lip, squealing when he tugs her into the water and the chilled waves crash against her hips, “H, it’s so cold.”

“M’gonna keep y’warm, hush up,” He titters, pulling her into his chest until her breasts are smushed against his strong pecs and his arms are around her shoulder, “Love experiencing this w’you, everythin’ w’you.”

-

YN is brought back from her daydream by her husband wiping his finger under her eyelid, “Darling, wha’ is it?”

She hadn’t realized she had teared up thinking of the fond memory, “I want to go back to that bungalow. We had such a good time. I…I just love you.”

His wife chuckles like she’s pathetic for crying about it but he leans out of the tub, cupping her jaw and pulling her in for a hard kiss.

“Don’t be embarrassed, flower,” There was no teasing in his voice, it was sincere, “If anyone should be embarrassed - I’m the one who travels around the world t’sing love songs ‘bout you.”

Their lips join again, his tongue finding its way into her mouth when Jeff, Lambert, and Tommy barge through the door.

“Jesus Christ, only you could be trying to get some while sat in an ice bath,” Jeff scoffs with a smile but instantly knows they’ve fucked up.

“Get out, the fuck?” Harry sits up, “Don’t interrupt me and m’wife. Get out!”

They stumble out and just then the alarm goes off.

YN helps him out, tucking him into a towel and helping him dry off - his head tucked into her neck and hand on her belly - massaging.

“Do you feel any better?” She hums while getting some stray droplets on the nape of his neck as he nuzzles into her warm skin.

“Mm,” He agrees drowsily, hand slipping under her shirt for more heat and she jumps at his icey touch, “Want t’sleep.”

And when they get to the hotel, YN logs onto his Instagram and uploads the ice bath pictures with nobody knowing the story behind it.

-

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A Touch of Your Love | Reggie Peters

"Omg if you’re taking requests for JATP can you please do a soulmate au for Reggie? 🥺 any trope any prompt will due i just haven’t seen much au’s for him! Thanks bb 💕” by @shellbeerocks​

Pairing(s): Ghost!Reggie Peters/Alive!fem!reader Word Count: 8.4k Genre: fluff, soulmate au

Have you ever felt touched by someone without actually feeling their skin on yours? It isn’t just a physical thing, there are several ways to get to someone's heart. Sometimes, locking eyes with the right person can be enough to make you feel fuzzy and giddy. Maybe, just being able to be around them can be the reason you smile everyday. It is all about the signs, they are the things you should be looking out for.

It took (Y/N) (Y/L/N) a while to figure out her signs.

The first time she got in touch with her soulmate, even though she didn’t know nor noticed it at the time, was at spirit rally at school. Oh, (Y/N) could clearly remember how proud she felt seeing Julie Molina playing and singing again after the past year. She'd feared that she would never see Julie doing that again, but there she was, being the amazing musician she was meant to be.

But when a band just appeared on stage out of nowhere, the (Y/L/N) girl couldn’t help the feeling of confusion that took over her. The questions that started showing up through her mind, however, weren’t the main focus at the time - about how did that happen; who were those boys and why Julie had never even mentioned them, since, you know, they were close friends. (Y/N) couldn’t focus on any of it, because that was when her eyes met the bassist's. 

Maybe it was because she always had a thing for bassists; dear Lord, she still remembered when she had her crazy phase for the young version of John Deacon. Or maybe it was because something was actually happening there, but (Y/N) couldn't take her eyes off him. She watched as he moved around, being so in his element right there.

A bashful smile became evident on her face as he winked at her during the performance. As soon as the boy saw her reaction to it, a proud grin took over his face and, just as she couldn’t stray her gaze from him, his eyes stayed on her throughout the whole song.

However, their moment was over once it ended, perplexity coming to haunt her as the band disappeared before everyone’s eyes. 

She could see the panic on Julie's face, even after explaining that those boys were holograms. (Y/N) could had believed in it, if she hadn’t seen the bassist doing a little dance on the stage steps, her brows furrowing as she noticed that no one seemed to mind that.

(Y/N) wasn't the only one confused and bothered by that whole thing, as Flynn came to find her later that day. Things unfolded pretty quickly after they confronted Julie at her house, finding out the truth about the band, about what happened to Sunset Curve.

There was only one thing that was still bugging her a bit. Once their performance of Flying Solo was over, the boys disappeared, like she had expected them to. Well, the guitarrist and the drummer disappeared, but the bassist was still there for her to see.

As the other girls were talking beside her, (Y/N) kept her eyes on him, trying to figure out why he was still there and if he was going to vanish any time soon. The boy noticed her gaze, thinking that maybe she was just looking at the empty spot he’d left when he stopped playing. That was when he leaned his head to the side and she followed his movements.

“Wait, yu-you can see me?” his eyes went wide at seeing her nod, catching the attention of the others in the room.

The bassist looked to his side, apparently at someone, before turning back to her. Julie also seemed to be paying attention to whoever was there, looking at (Y/N) expectantly. The boy took a few steps forward, his eyes scanning her face as if he hoped to find some kind of answer in there.  

“Do you?” the Molina girl asked after a few seconds of silence, causing (Y/N) to break the eye contact they had established.

“Do I what?” 

Julie looked at the ghosts before looking back at (Y/N), who had only acknowledged the bassist’s presence until that moment. She hadn’t expressed any kind of reaction when the other boys said something, her focus seeming to be all on Reggie. “Can you see the others? Or is it just him?” 

(Y/N) shook her head, clearly confused. “I can’t see anyone else. Are the others still here?”

Julie nodded, her brows furrowing. “Weird.” when she noticed the look of disorientation in (Y/N)’s face, she rushed to her side, holding her arm in a gesture of comfort. “It’s alright, there’s no reason to fuss over it. We will figure it out.”

“That’s so unfair.” Flynn came to her other side, wrapping her arm around (Y/N)’s shoulder, a small pout on her lips. “Why am I the only one who can’t see them?”

“You’re not the only one.” Julie shook her head, correcting her friend.

Flynn shrugged. “I wish I could see them too. I could like, go through them and not even know it.”

“She has a point.” (Y/N) agreed. It did sound a bit bizarre that she could be going right through someone and had no idea she was doing it. 

“Thanks, babe.” Flynn said before letting go, pushing her forward slightly. “Try touching them. You didn’t before, it is a really weird feeling.”

"Wouldn’t that be a bit rude?”

“Nah, it’s fine.” the bassist’s voice brought her attention back to him, noticing that he was closer than before. He reached his arm toward her, encouraging her to touch it. And, just as expected, her hand went right through it.

It was a different feeling. It was almost like there was nothing there, but at the same time, she could feel something. It was a very faint pression in her hand that made her whole arm shiver from it. For some reason, maybe because (Y/N) wasn’t used to meeting ghosts on her daily routine, she expected something bad to come from that touch. It was quite the opposite, though - it did make her shiver, but it was warm.

The boy looked at her curiously, waiting for a reaction.

“Weird.” she chuckled, bringing her hand back.

“Right?” (Y/N) saw the boy grinning as Flynn laughed behind her. “I’m Reggie.”

There was something about that boy. She was already pretty sure of that when they’d first seen each other at school, and it had only been confirmed from what she had seen at the studio. (Y/N) couldn't point out what it was, though, which made her deeply frustrated. All of her theories of why she could see him not being plausible.

The girl made an effort to keep all of that in the back of her mind, trying to pay attention to other things rather than that - specially when she came over to the Molina's place to watch the band practice.

However, since that first time (Y/N) and Reggie looked at each other, something was set on motion, although it was not quite clear at the time. Both of them had taken two big steps toward what people could call fate. The third one came only a few days after that.

It was supposed to be a normal day, a boring one, to be honest. After spending so many afternoons at Julie's, her parents claimed that they'd missed seeing her around the house. So, her schedule for the day? Going home and spending her time watching cat videos on YouTube. Normal, boring. She had all of that in mind while she made her way home after school, rushing through the sidewalk.

"Hey, (Y/N)!" the sudden call made the girl jump, quickly looking for the owner of that voice. Her face softened as she saw the ghost bassist sitting on the steps of Julie's porch.

He was holding that smile she always saw on his face - it was a bit difficult not to smile back. "Reggie, hey!" she took a few steps closer. "What's up?"

He shrugged, pointing toward the house. "Not much, was having some bonding time with Ray today, but he had to leave."

(Y/N) chuckled at that. Julie did comment that Reggie had grown quite fond of her dad, following him around the house like a lost puppy and talking about him as if they were best friends.

"That sucks." she offered her words emphatically before looking around. "Are the boys here?"

Reggie shook his head. When they weren't practicing or hanging together, Alex spent much of his time with Willie - he couldn't blame him, though; he would do the same if he were the one that found his soulmate. And Luke, well, when he wasn't around Julie, he liked going out by himself.

"I've been alone for a while now." that sentence could've sounded sad if it hadn't come from Reggie; he had a soft grin on his face as he spoke. "Where are you heading to?"

"Just my house." she pointed to the direction of her home, shrugging. "Promised my parents I would arrive early today."

"Oh, cool." he nodded at her, looking away for one second before his eyes met hers again. "Can I come with?"

(Y/N) raised her eyebrows in surprise, not thinking that he would ask such a thing. She'd been around him before, going to their practices and such, but never actually had time to have a proper friendly conversation with him. It wasn't a problem for her, though - Julie described Reggie as questionable, but he seemed like a sweetheart to her.

"Sure thing." she motioned for him to tag along. "Can't let you be alone in such a nice afternoon, right?"

In a blink of an eye, Reggie was standing right beside her, his smile only widening. "I like the way you think."

(Y/N) chuckled, leading the way. "Come, it isn't that far."

As they were walking down the street, (Y/N) did her best to discreetly answer Reggie as she didn't want to be known as someone who talked to herself in public. It wasn't hard; after she asked him where the other boys were, Reg excitedly told her about how the band's drummer met his soulmate.

(Y/N) listened attentively as he talked about what Alex had told him. If there was something that most people longed for throughout their lives was the day they were going to meet their person. All it took was one touch, one small touch, and you would know that you found your only one.

Soulmate bonds were interesting. There were those who would follow a romantic path with each other, just like (Y/N)'s parents did. It wasn't a rule, though. It was pretty common to find soulmates that were best friends and only that, being free to find romantic partners or not. Each relationship seemed so unique. (Y/N) had always wondered how hers would turn out to be.

Reggie was still talking as they got to her house, (Y/N) turning to him. "So, we gotta keep quiet till we get to my room, okay?"

The boy nodded, making a zipping gesture over his mouth, motioning for her to go first. (Y/N) smiled as she opened the door, keeping it open for him to get in. He thought of telling her that she didn’t need to do that - he could easily go through her door - but decided against it.

“I’m home!” the girl made her presence in the house aware before heading toward the stairs. 

Reggie heard her parents answering back to her, his curiosity getting the best of him as he almost went to the living room. It was her whispering voice that stopped him from going any further. 

“Reggie?”

“Oh.” he gave her an apologetic smile before following her upstairs. He paid attention to every little detail of her house, his eyes scanning through family photos as the girl rushed him to get in her room. The boy stepped inside, his eyes wandering all over the place. "I like it."

"Thanks." (Y/N) chuckled as she saw him looking curiously at every inch of it. "Feel free to look around. Gotta change, I will be right back."

The pictures glued to her wall were the first thing he noticed, being quick to get a closer look at them. He recognized Julie and Flynn in some of them, even if they looked way younger than they were at the moment. There were ones with kids her age that he didn’t know. And there were ones with the same two adults that he’d seen in the photos in the hallway; her parents, he assumed.

In every picture she was in, (Y/N) was grinning or making a funny face. Reggie couldn’t help but smile when he noticed that, taking one last look at them before moving to the other side of the room. 

"You have a lot of snow globes." was the first sentence she heard once she got back to her room. Reggie was in front of her shelves, her collection of globes having caught his attention. His eyes turned to her as his hand approached one of them, quietly asking for permission to grab it. 

The girl nodded as she walked to her bed, sitting down. "I was a bit obsessed when I was younger, which should explain my collection."

"You were right to obsess over them." Reggie said as he held one in his hands, shaking it a bit to see the fake snow flowing around the globe. He turned to her, smiling, shaking it more before putting it back to its original place. "These are neat!"

(Y/N) laughed at that, motioning him to sit on the bed with her. "Okay! Why don't you tell me something about yourself? I don't think I know anything about you." she leaned her head to the side. "Besides being the best ghost bassist I've ever met."

Reggie fake-giggled at her as he sat down. "Oh, stop it! Actually, can you say that one more time?" (Y/N) smiled at that, shaking her head. He took a deep breath, trying to figure out what to say. "My name is Reginald, I'm 17, dead." she nodded - alright, that wasn’t weird at all. "I like puppies. Oh! And pizza. Honestly, I could eat anything."

(Y/N) frowned at that, confusion clear on her face. "Do you guys, like, still eat?"

"Nah." he said sorrowfully. "Which really sucks."

She hummed at him in agreement. Now she had a bit more of information on him. (Y/N) wondered if he had a dog when he was alive, since he thought that fact was worth mentioning to her. He didn’t brought up the question she was most curious about, though.

"How did you-" (Y/N) cleared her throat, fidgetting with her shirt. "Y'know, died?" her eyebrows furrowed after the words left her mouth, concern filling her face as she noticed how rude she must have sounded. "Is that an okay question to be asked in the ghost community?"

"Well, honestly, I haven't hanged around many ghosts myself, so I can't speak for the community." Reggie offered her a smile, trying to calm her nerves. "But it is an okay question to me."

The girl sighed in relief, nodding. "Thank God."

"I ate a bad hot dog."

As soon as those words left his mouth, (Y/N)’s eyes shot up to his, widening a bit. For a few seconds, silent took over the room as they kept staring at each other. As if they'd set that up, the seriousness of that moment was suddenly broken when both of them started to laugh.

"I'm sorry, I'm sure that it's not alright to laugh at this." (Y/N) tried to keep it to herself, but couldn't take that grin out of her face.

"It is funny, though!" he agreed, a big grin gracing his own lips. "I mean, you never think that a hot dog is going to kill you, right?"

That was a very bizarre way of going out, that was for sure. (Y/N) shook her head, letting another fit of laughter come out of her mouth. Reggie followed her on that, chuckling along.

"C'mon, tell me something about you, about your life!" he prompted her, but stopped a moment later. "Is that an okay thing to be asked in the living community?"

(Y/N) shook her head at the familiar words. "I know many living people and I think it depends on the person." she shrugged, grinning to herself. "But it is an okay question to me."

"Let's hear it!" he eagerly signaled her to go on.

"Alright. My name is (Y/N), 16, alive." Reggie offered her a little wave at that; she gestured back at him. "I've never had a puppy, but I really wish I could get one."

"Oh, same."

"I live with my parents. They are, well, pretty ordinary, I think." he rested his chin on his hand, nodding as she talked. "I don't have much experience in the food area. Like, I think that I've only eaten two types of pizza in my entire life."

He squinted his eyes at that, paying attention to her words. "Which ones?"

"Only pepperoni and cheese."

"Why are you wasting your life like this?" Reggie looked at her like she had said the most outrageous thing ever, taking his hand to his heart. "You should take more risks! If I were alive, I would call a pizzeria right now and order a half chocolate, half ice cream pizza! I haven't eaten it before, but it sounds delicious."

(Y/N) scrunched her nose, shaking her head slightly. "Yeah, I'm not a big fan."

"Can't believe you're a hater of good things in life.” he looked at her disappointedly. "What kind of things do you like to eat, then?"

(Y/N) hummed as she thought about it. "Well, the ice cream part didn't sound that bad. I would take any flavor of ice cream any day."

Reggie nodded. "Alright, you're forgiven." not even a moment after, he snapped his fingers at her direction. "Oh, music! What kind of music do you like?"

"Anything, really."

That seemed to pique his interest. He looked around before leaning his head to the side, raising one eyebrow. "Country?"

(Y/N) almost giggled at his actions. "Yes, I do like it."

He straightened his position, winking at her. "Just you wait for the Julie and The Phantoms' country album."

She stared at him, a questioning look in her eyes. "You guys are gonna have a country album?"

Reggie shrugged, seeming to be pretty chill about the idea. "Yeah, I'm sure I'm going to convince Luke at some point."

(Y/N) tried not to laugh at his words. Of course, she could imagine Julie doing country songs, but from all the things she'd heard, she couldn't picture the Luke doing that. She wasn't too sure about Alex, though - she still needed a bit more information on him to form an opinion.

Suddenly, a thought came to (Y/N)'s mind. "Alright, buckle up!" she left her bed to get her laptop, an excited smile widening on her face. "I'm gonna show you the best country hits of the last two decades."

Just as she was, Reggie seemed enthusiastic about the idea. It was crazy to think that she was chatting and sitting right next to a ghost, but, after all, he was the ghost of a musician. The least she could do was to catch him up on the best songs he'd missed.

They didn't stay much focused in music content, as one of the recommendations caught Reggie's eyes. It was a silly little video of a cat dressed up for Christmas. And that led to another one of a hamster doing a backflip, which took them to a cute video of puppies just having fun at a daycare. The ghost boy seemed to be having a blast watching all of it.

The problem with the internet is that sometimes you don't intend to spend so much time on it, but when you notice, you've already been there for 5 hours. (Y/N) and Reggie were so entertained scrolling through YouTube, laughing and commenting on the funniest videos, that they didn't even notice how long they'd been doing that.

It was only when (Y/N)'s eyes accidentally found their way to the clock that she saw how late it already was, noticing they had spent the entire day in her room. (Y/N) glanced at her window, being met by the sunset.

"Man." her eyes moved back to Reggie, that seemed to had had the same realization as her. "Do you think the guys are freaking out looking for you?"

Reggie's eyes were slightly wide. "I don't usually stay out that long."

Out of all of them, he was the one that didn't go out as much as the others. He'd rather stay at Julie's, either talking to Ray or messing with Carlos’ technology thingies, searching for cool rock content. And, whenever he actually went out on his own, he'd make sure not to go back so late. That afternoon was really atypical for him.

(Y/N) stood up from the bed hesitantly, not really feeling like saying goodbye to the boy, but feeling bad for having kept him there all day. "C'mon, I'll walk you to the door."

Although he knew that he could easily teleport back to the studio, Reggie once again decided against it, getting up from his place. He had a small grin on his face as (Y/N) opened her room's door, keeping it like that after walking out so Reg could do the same.

As he followed her down the hallway, he felt his heart getting heavy. It seemed like something was trying to tell him to stay, even if for just a bit more. Thankfully, they didn't get too close to the front door after walking down the stairs.

"(Y/N)!" a voice caught their attention, both of them turning to the source of it. "We were about to call on you, dinner is almost ready. Your father is making your favorite tonight!"

A woman, the same one from those family pictures, was sitting by the table in the room next to where they were. Reggie took a few steps closer to it, wanting to take a look at the rest of the house. From there, he could see another door; he assumed that it would take him to the kitchen as he saw (Y/N)’s dad leaving through it.

"Oh okay, I'm just going to-" she montioned to the front door. "Julie is coming to give me-" she locked eyes with the boy, who seemed amused by her sudden flustrated state. "Something."

Her mom raised her an eyebrow at that, before chuckling. "Don't take long."

"I won't." she nodded to the door, expecting Reggie to follow her.

He did take a few steps in her direction, looking at her parents once again. A content expression on his face. "They seem nice."

She smiled, almost saying something back when her dad’s voice found her ears. "We heard you talking quite a lot today." it didn’t seem like an accusation, he was asking out of curiosity. "Was it Julie on the phone?"

"Oh no, I was-" (Y/N) looked at the bassist, grinning a bit to herself. "In a video call with one of her friends, actually." both of her parents looked at her with interest, as did Reggie. He acknowledged that he was feeling way too giddy that she didn’t lie about spending time with him - that she did not erase him from her day. "You know, from the band she's in?”

"The Swedes?" the woman asked, having heard her daughter commenting about it after the spirit rally. "International friends, I like that!"

Her dad fiddled with his apron. "Aren't they boys, though?" 

Reggie quickly turned to the man. "Oh, don't worry, I'm nice." he tried to assure him, looking at (Y/N) for backup. "Aren't I?"

(Y/N) couldn’t help but smile at the exchange, nodding. "No need to worry, Reggie is quite something.” she turned her gaze to her parents once again. “In a very good way, he’s very nice."

The adults shared a knowing look, her dad letting a smirk widen on his face. “Well, if you say that Reggie is nice...” her mom tried to contain her laugh as he winked at her. “Then Reggie must be nice.” he laughed before going back to the kitchen, not noticing his daughter’s glare on him.

The woman shook her head in amusement, motioning at the young girl. "You’re free to go."

(Y/N) sighed in relief, not hesitating to rush to the front door. "Be right back!"

"Bye!" Reggie waved at them before following her closely. Once again, the girl kept the door open, waiting for him to pass so she could close it behind her. "I like your parents."

She chuckled, feeling a bit embarrassed. However, the boy didn’t seem to mind anything that they’d said. "I'm glad." she stopped at her gate, standing in front of him. "It was really fun having you around."

"It was fun being around." thankfulness was clear in his eyes. "Thanks for letting me stay here."

"You can come back whenever you feel like it." (Y/N) was right. Reggie was great company. Questionable? Yes. A sweetheart? Totally. "I know that you like hanging out with Ray, but if you ever feel like you want to talk to someone that can, you know, see you, you know where I live."

"That's so exciting!" his enthusiasm was enough to get to her, bright matching smiles growing on their faces. Their eyes were locked on each other as Reggie took a few steps back. "See you soon?"

She nodded gently. "See you."

That grin on his face before he poofed out stayed on her mind through the rest of the night. And for the most part of the next day too. It was hard to forget it, to forget his presence, specially since Julie came to ask her about it, having heard Reggie’s full report on how it had been to spend time with her. Of course that neither she or Flynn let (Y/N) live it down for the remain of the week.

Fortunately, the boy took (Y/N)’s offer into account. In the beginning of the next week, after she came back from school, she heard a knock on the front door. The girl was in the living room, so she saw when her father opened it and Reggie was on the other side, giving her a small wave. 

She waited her dad to leave the room to open the door once more, facing the bewildered boy. “He closed it right in my face!”

It kind of became a routine between them. When they weren’t hanging out with their friends, Reggie would most likely come over to spend time with her. Sometimes she would come back from school and find him already sitting down on the sidewalk in front of her house - according to him, it didn’t feel right to be there without her.

“Boundaries.” he would say.

They were quick to find a friend in each other. It was just easy to keep the conversation going between them. They could talk about anything that came into their minds, not mattering how silly or stupid it sounded. Sometimes they would play games, or just listen to music. (Y/N) was also willing to listen to any new song that he’d put together, being happy that he felt comfortable enough to share them with her.

Movie marathons became a common thing for them too. After all, Reggie had twenty five years of amazing movies that he hadn’t seen. They were starting with all of her favorites - the boy would always pay attention to them, taking a bit of each and every thing she showed him to his heart.

Reggie loved staying over for dinner. (Y/N) had asked if it wasn’t a bit torturing for him to see her family eat and not being able to do the same, but he didn’t mind it. He liked seeing them interact with each other and trying to do the same. (Y/N) made sure to throw some of his comments to the conversation so he could actually feel like they were talking to him, and for that he was thankful.

There was this another thing that turned into a routine for them too. Something that they kept to themselves, never mentioning it for their friends. 

The first time it happened, it was an accident. 

Reggie had stayed for dinner once again, really enjoying the healthy and loving environment that (Y/N)'s house held. They went straight to her bedroom afterwards, thinking it was a good idea to watch something together before they had to say their goodbyes for the night. It was cold outside, meaning that the girl was wearing a fair amount of clothes to keep her warm - and being there, watching a movie, liying on her bed right beside Reggie, it was just too comfortable.

The teenager ghost noticed the room was way quieter than it used to be when they were watching something, missing the comments that (Y/N) would throw in here and there to start a conversation or make him laugh. It was then that he noticed her closed eyes and peaceful expression.

"(Y/N)?" he asked in a very low voice, just making sure that she was in fact asleep, but not wanting to wake her up. The girl didn't move, not giving him any indication that she had heard what he'd said.

Reg got up from her bed quietly, trying his best not to make a sound while he moved around her room. He headed toward the TV first, turning it off - he made sure to memorize in what scene they'd stopped so they could continue from there on later.

As he turned to the bed, Reggie pondered on what he should do as he saw that (Y/N) was lying on her covers. If he tried to take it from there, she would most likely wake up. The night was cold and, even though she was wearing warm clothes, his mind kept telling him he couldn't leave her like that. He asked himself if he should look for something in her wardrobe, but it sounded like invading her privacy. Julie was always talking about boundaries and opening (Y/N)'s wardrobe without her consent did feel like overstepping it.

The boy looked around the room, searching for something that could be warm enough to get her through the night. It was when he saw a coat hanging on her chair. That would have to do. Reg was quick to take it from there, carefully placing it around (Y/N)'s upper half. It seemed cozy - he couldn't help smiling a little at that.

He went to his last stop, turning off the light. He hoped that, if she woke up during the night, she wouldn't be startled at the sudden darkness in her room. Reggie looked around once again before poofing out of there.

(Y/N) brought that up the next time they hanged out. She seemed a bit embarrassed that she'd fallen asleep while they were together, but Reggie assured her it was fine. And he was more than happy when she thanked him for making sure she was comfortable before leaving.

The second time that happened, however, wasn't accidental at all.

Reggie had stayed a bit longer than usual and, being in a similar scenario as they were lying on her bed watching videos on YouTube, (Y/N) could feel her eyes getting heavier by the minute. This time, unlike the first one, Reg noticed it before she could actually fall asleep.

He sat up, grinning as he saw (Y/N) trying to keep her eyes open to look at him but failing at it. "I'll come tomorrow after practice, okay?"

(Y/N) nodded at the question, but tried to reach for him, seemingly forgetting that she couldn't touch him. "Can you stay? Just a bit more?" she brought her hands back to her side, letting her eyes rest as she finally accepted that they were too stubborn to stay open. "Until I fall asleep."

(Y/N) missed how Reggie's grin turned into a soft smile as he heard her words. She did feel some shifting on the bed, assuming that he went back to his original position beside her.

"Good night, (Y/N)." she felt her lips slightly turning upwards at his whispered words.

"Night, Reg."

Those situations became quite frequent after that. It usually happened whenever one of them had a bad day - they would stay there at her bed talking to each other or watching something until she fell asleep. As soon as that happened, Reg would poof out to Julie's garage to meet the boys.

(Y/N) never mentioned it, but it was disappointing to wake up and not see him at her side. Surely that she didn't know that Reggie never stayed because he didn't want her to feel uncomfortable. As a ghost and not being able to sleep, it would be a bit weird to just stay there for hours not knowing what to do.

Everything considered, things were apparently going great for both of them. Well, for a while, at least. It didn’t take long till those eventual jolts that Reggie decided not to tell her about got worse and their reason was made known.

Julie was the one to tell (Y/N) about that whole issue with Caleb. The Molina girl was rightfully upset, but Reg wished he could had been the one to tell (Y/N) about everything when they noticed they’d ran out of options. It pained him to see the hurtful look in her eyes when she saw him again. Obviously, he did understand why his friend was so troubled by the news, just as she seemed empathetic to his situation.

They did have a long conversation that night. He told her about everything - about the Hollywood Ghost Club, about Caleb, the stamps, the jolts and, most importantly, how they would get to cross over after they were done with their unfinished business. 

Upon the realization that they wouldn't see each other again after their so dreamed show at the Orpheum, Reggie and (Y/N) couldn’t help but to feel distressed. Neither of them had to ask the other for him to stay the night at her house - it was mutual that they wanted to be together for the last time.

It was a confusing feeling. Like previous times, it brought comfort to them being there for each other, but there was also a touch of agony in that sensation. Knowing that there wouldn’t be an another night for them didn’t help to calm their hearts.

Reggie was laying by her side like usual, the two facing the other as they had their eyes closed. The ghost boy did it out of habit, even though he knew he wouldn’t fall asleep. Noticing that the girl hadn’t said anything in a while, Reg opened one of his eyes, peeking at her. It was way past midnight and, in a normal occasion, he knew that she’d already be out.

"(Y/N)?" he whispered, wanting to make sure that she wasn't awake anymore.

However, (Y/N) shifted a bit closer to him at hearing his voice, groggily saying "Not sleeping yet.". She was trying her best to stay awake, not wanting to miss a minute of being conciously near Reggie. (Y/N) knew that, if she could, she would stay talking to him during that whole night. The girl didn’t want to have any regrets after his crossing.

He noticed her hand reaching for him, something that she did quite often when she was too tired. Reg inched his hand closer, letting it brush against hers. A small smile made its way to (Y/N)'s face as that weird sensation could be felt - the one she would get any time they touched in their own way.

The ghost and the girl stayed like that for a few more minutes as silent took over the room. The boy, who was trying to keep himself busy by looking at their “touching” hands, moved his eyes to her face. Reggie knew that he could be naive at times, but his mind worked pretty quickly when it came to (Y/N). For him, it wasn't hard to connect the dots, to realize that he had finally stumbled on that one person he'd longed to meet.

It was intriguing the fact that, apart from Julie, she was the only one that could see him when he wasn't performing. And that Reg was the only ghost that she could see. It was noticeable how comfortable they felt around each other, how things between them just worked. There had always been something pulling them to each other - it was very subtle, but started the moment he winked at her for the first time. Reginald was one hundred percent certain that girl was his soulmate.

He knew it. However, he couldn't prove it.

No matter how many times he tried, ghosts just couldn't touch lifers. It made his heart ache to think that he would never get that tingly feeling Alex said that went throughout his whole body when Willie fell onto him when they met; that electric sensation that made him aware that he'd found his person, that feeling that he still felt whenever he touched his soulmate. It broke him a bit to know that (Y/N) would also be deprived of that.

When he was alive, Reggie used to think a lot about soulmates - he could imagine them coming to his gigs and cheering in the audience, the only person he'd ever need to cheer for him. He longed for being able to spend time with them, taking them out on dates or just stay at their house talking about anything, everything. He hoped for someone caring and kind, someone that would care about him and his problems without him having to ask for that. Reg just wanted to hold their hands the entire time to remind him that they were there and wouldn't leave.

Upon seeing Alex meeting Willie, even after death, Reggie dared to hope a little. That's when he started to spend more time with (Y/N) and, when he figured out that she could be his soulmate, it was like heaven on Earth.

He still felt like that whenever she was around, even though Reggie knew that wasn't a normal soulmate situation - that neither of them would get a standard experience like other people and ghosts did. It bummed him a bit, of course, but the awesomeness of having met (Y/N) overcame anything. He was just thankful that he was there for her as much as she was for him for the time they had.

Reg had thought about telling her of his suspicions. No. About what he was certain of. It never felt like the right moment, though. Now, it just didn’t feel like it was fair to tell her about it and then rip her soulmate right out of her reach soon after. She deserved better than that. In his eyes, (Y/N) deserved every good thing. He wished she could have the best in her life, even if he wasn’t the one giving that to her.

"(Y/N)?" Reggie called her quietly after some more minutes of silence.

She didn't have any kind of reaction that time, though. It pained him the idea of leaving her - he knew that he would see her at the Orpheum for his last performance, but that was their last time by themselves. Reggie allowed himself to smile softly as he sat up on the bed, glad that (Y/N) seemed so peaceful in her sleep.

Soulmates didn’t have to be romantic, he knew that. However, there was no doubt that he loved that girl in every way he could. As a best friend, as a lover. Maybe they could had been more if their situation was a different one; if they'd met back in 1995, or if he were a 2000's kid. It could had happened, but it didn't.

With one last look at her direction, Reggie left.

(Y/N) woke up with the spot next to her empty. She was used to it, but it felt different. Her heart ached at the thought of Reggie, it was as if she could still feel his ghost touch on her hand. She was going to miss it, she was going to miss him.

The girl told herself not to cry that morning. She knew they were still going to see each other that night, that she had to be strong enough to go through it. It didn't help that the boys gave everyone quite the scare by being late. (Y/N) didn't know what had happened, but it did lead Julie and her to a breakdown minutes before their performance.

(Y/N) could never put in words how much she admired Julie Molina. When that girl went to the stage, her face still swollen because of the tears, (Y/N) felt chills all over her body.

Those chills didn't stop, as the boys appeared one by one to play with Julie. She could had cried the second that Reggie showed up on that place, playing his bass with his whole heart. (Y/N) felt a hand squeezing hers, turning to see Flynn smiling at her just as emotional as she was. It was so great to see them all singing together, even if it was for the last time. It was epic.

Her heart felt heavy when the song ended, the band standing side by side in the front part of the stage. Before they bowed, (Y/N)'s eyes met Reggie's as he turned his face slightly to her. She could see the mix of emotions on it, it was a bittersweet moment. The girl couldn't help but smile at him as he grinned back at her. And, just as the first they'd seen each other, he winked at her.

In the next moment, however, as he curved with the others, he was gone.

(Y/N) didn't cry at the Orpheum. She made sure to be strong enough to support Julie, who must had been feeling just as broken as she was. She didn't cry when she got home with her parents. They still had the time to spend a few minutes in the living room together before they went to bed, leaving the girl alone with some really cliche movie playing on the TV.

That was when the tears finally got out. (Y/N) tried her best to be quiet, not wanting to be questioned by her mom and dad. She wasn't even sure what she would tell them if they caught her like that.

It hurt, it hurt a lot.

Was it silly? To cry over a ghost?

(Y/N) didn't think so, specially when she felt about him the way she did. It wasn't hard to see the connection between them, something that Julie and Flynn often pointed out to her. They were right, she was deeply attached to him. Reggie had managed to become a close friend, a confidant, in just a few weeks. It was hard not to let him into her life, they just clicked as soon as they started to hang out.

Some of the feelings she had for him weren't just friendly, (Y/N) knew that. She tried not to pay attention to them as much as she could. It never worked that well, though. As the tears streamed down her face, the girl was certain she wasn't just mourning the loss of a close friend - she was suffering from the loss of a first love.

It wasn't silly, it was real.

(Y/N) took a deep shaky breath, trying to get control over herself again. Some of the tears still insisted to get out, but she did her best at wiping them. She had to take comfort in knowing that Reggie was in a better place now, that he didn't have to worry about Caleb anymore.

While she tried to convince herself of that, the teenage girl heard a tap on the window. Her breathing stopped for a moment before realization hit her.

It was him standing at the other side.

She shook her head slightly, frowning in confusion. "What are you-"

Reggie pointed to the door, motioning for her to meet him there. (Y/N) didn't know what she was doing. To be honest, she wasn't even sure that she was awake. Maybe, she had cried herself to sleep and that was just a cruel dream. Cruel, because it was something she wanted.

However, when she opened the door, the girl was sure it wasn't just in her head. Right in front of her stood Reginald Peters. He was still wearing those same clothes from the show, his eyes were a bit red and swollen - he'd clearly been crying.

"Hey, (Y/N)." a small smile, that smile she'd seen on his face every time they met, widened on his face.

"What are you doing here?" she shook her head, not entirely understanding what was going on. "Didn't you cross over? I thought-"

"That's a long story." he interrupted her, fidgeting with his fingers. "Orpheum wasn't our unfinished business."

"It wasn't?" (Y/N) frowned. "Oh my God, are you going to-?" her hand went straight to her mouth as she felt the tears coming back to her eyes. "You came to say goodbye."

"Quite the opposite, really." Reggie chuckled, trying to get the girl to calm down. "Like I said, it's a long story. I don't think I understand half of it."

She studied his face. "Is there a part in this story that you say that you're staying here?" (Y/N) dared to ask him, her voice sounding more hopeful than she intended.

It was like a weight being taken from her shoulders when he nodded. "Something happened back at Julie's, we're not sure what, but-" the mix of emotions were back to his face; he certainly seemed relieve and happy, but there was also something like fear and hesitation in his eyes. "I had to come see you."

(Y/N) was thankful for that, truly. She was glad that he didn't wait to see her in the morning. It brought such comfort to her soul to see him there, to see him okay.

"Thanks for letting me know that you're not dead." he raised an eyebrow at that. "I mean-" her heart skipped a beat at the sound of his laugh as he clearly found her confusion a bit amusing. "That you haven't left."

He bowed slightly. "You're very welcome, beautiful lady."

(Y/N) shook her head as a smile showed up on her lips for the first time after the concert, not being able to take her eyes away from his. The glint of hesitation in Reggie's gaze grew strong and clear at the eye contact. She would've asked about it if he hadn't popped up a question right after.

"Can I try something?" Reg reached his arms toward her, his palms turned up, motioning her to take his hands. "Is that weird?"

(Y/N) furrowed her brow, curious to what he was trying to do. It felt like the day she saw him in Julie's studio for the first time, when Flynn basically offered Reggie's arm for her to touch. This time, however, he was the one inviting her to touch him.

"It's fine." she assured him before stepping closer and reaching back to him.

Surprisingly for her, when (Y/N)'s hands touched his, they didn't go through like they used to. She actually touched his skin.

It was the weirdest yet the best feeling she'd ever felt in her life. It was like a wave of energy starting from the place they were touching and passing through every inch of her body. (Y/N) could feel Reggie's hold getting tighter as the sensation grew even more, making her hands, the epicenter of that feeling, tingle.

"I knew it." Reg's whisper was what brought her back to the moment.

Everything started to make sense to (Y/N). The connection from the second they'd locked eyes with each other. Those growing feelings, those shared emotions. The soulmate bond. She didn't exactly know before that; she wasn't as sure of it as he was, but (Y/N) knew that was something different about him. About them.

As her gaze went from their holding-hands to his face, (Y/N) saw Reggie's eyes already on her. Her heart ached at seeing a few tears streaming down his face, so softly that he didn't even seem to have noticed that.

(Y/N)'s hands left his, slowly making their way up to his face, cupping his cheeks. Reg closed his eyes, leaning into her hands. It was only when the girl ran her fingers on his face to wipe the tears away that he noticed he was crying.

He opened his eyes, trying to get himself to stop. "I'm sorry." his voice cracked slightly. And that was it for (Y/N).

There was no moment of hesitation before she pulled Reggie into a hug, bringing him as close as she could. She felt herself melting into his touch, welcoming the warm feeling that made her whole body tingle this time as he wrapped his arms around her.

That was the right move for both of them. After being around each other for so long without being able to do that, holding each other was just what they needed. (Y/N) stroked the back of Reggie’s hair with one hand as the other still firmly clung to his back.

"Can you stay for the night?" she asked quietly, feeling her neck tingling as the boy buried his face in it. "I don't think I can let go of you so soon."

Reggie squeezed her in his arms before taking one step back, not entirely pulling away from the hug. She could only feel love and fondness as a bashful smile appeared on his face, a hopeful glint in his eyes.

"Can I hold your hand while we go upstairs?"

With that question, (Y/N) knew that he wasn’t ready to let go just like her. They were soulmates, finally in each other’s arms. As friends, as whatever they wanted them to be. 

Feeling his warmth against her skin, the girl let her hands wander back to his, holding them tightly. "You don't even have to ask."

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[spidernerdsblog]

Hi 🙋‍♀️I have a request if u take them. Cud u write sth about Tom Holland x singer reader and the reader is performing at the Grammys or sth and the performance and song and costume is like really seggsy and Tom gets jealous??? Idk 🤷‍♀️ Sorry to bother u I just love your writing

Sorry this took me so long was at a lack of ideas. I strongly believe Taylor Swift’s reputation deserved a Grammy. So I'm borrowing her album for the reader. Hope you like this.

Pairing : Tom Holland x Singer! Reader

Warnings : angst, fluff, jealousy, suggestive theme, missed typos

Mini Playlist : Endgame by Taylor Swift, There’s nothing holding me back by Shawn Mendes

Baby I'm jealous

You and Tom were seated at the back when your limo pulled over at the venue. You could hear the commotion from the inside even though you have walked numerous red carpets by now but it still seems to be a little nerve racking to you. Especially when this is the first time Tom is accompanying you to the Grammys which is going to be a big deal for the media. The security personnel opened the door and as you stepped out of the car you were flooded with flashing lights from the cameras. 

Tom held out his hand for you, you slipped your arm into his and walked with a dazzling smile posing for the cameras “you look amazing, darling” he knelt down to whisper in your ear. In the meantime a lady journalist came forward to ask you a bunch of questions. 

“So Y/N three nominations this year, how are you feeling?” 

“Well it’s always good to be back here and share the stage with all these talented artists as usual I’m excited and looking forward to the night” you answered.

“We see you have brought company this year” she remarked which had you blushing.

“Yeah, I couldn't think of a better company than him on this very important occasion” you said bashfully tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Tom, what do you have to say?” she poses the question to him.

“Uhh I mean she has always been an incredible singer and her songs are the reason that made me fall in love with her in the first place” he replied looking proudly at you.

“Aww you both are adorable. Wish you the best” she said before leaving.

“Thank you so much” you thanked her, walking inside the auditorium and sat on your designated seats. There you were met with lots of your friends from the music industry as you said hi and chatted with them for a while.

“Hey Y/N how are you?!” you heard Shawn from behind as you turned around and went to eagerly hug him. You and Shawn were really good friends from the beginning of your career and you have always been supporting each other’s works.

“I’m good, how are you?” you chirped.

“I’m fine now” he remarked cheekily and went to sit beside you as you started talking catching up on each other totally ignoring Tom. To be honest he was a little annoyed seeing you so over friendly with him but he brushed off his thoughts quickly.

The show began and a few awards were distributed with some performances in between by different artists. You too had to perform for tonight which also included a duet with Shawn and soon your time came as you stood up from your seat to go backstage.

“Best of luck, love” Tom said to boost your confidence.

“Thanks babe” you kissed on his cheek lovingly.

“See you on the stage Y/N” Shawn snickered.

“Oh I’m looking forward to it” you blew him an air kiss and headed backstage to change into your stage outfit. The stage was set and you could hear the loud cheers of the audience from backstage. Truth to be told you always get a little nervous before any public concert but this time it was different because Tom sat there in the audience and you are more excited than nervous to perform. The lights went out and the screen doors slid open as you walked on the stage with the spotlight on you. The notes begin to play as you vocalize striding across the stage with oomph.

I wanna be your endgame

I wanna be your first string

I wanna be your A-Team

I wanna be your endgame, endgame

The crowd cheered as the supporting dancers slowly entered the stage. Tom sat amidst the crowd in awe witnessing you in your full glory. You owned the stage like a queen. He knew you were the prettiest woman he has ever met but the bodycon suit you were wearing accentuated your curves all at the right places.

Big reputation, big reputation

Ooh you and me we got big reputations, ah

And you heard about me, ooh

I got some big enemies

You waltzed around the stage with a sultry look in your eyes, slightly swaying your hips making the crowd go crazy. Tom was very good at keeping his emotions under check but when it comes to you he’s a possessive man so when he heard a few men from the crowd passing comments of how hot and sexy you looked he was fuming from inside. You went on to sing two more songs from your album then transitioned to Shawn’s latest single.

You take me places that tear up my reputation

Manipulate my decisions

Baby, there's nothing holdin' me back

“Make some noise for Shawn Mendes!” you cheered as he emerged from the backstage playing the chords on his guitar and the audience screamed at the top of their voice.

I wanna follow where she goes

I think about her and she knows it

I wanna let her take control

'Cause everytime that she gets close, yeah

He sang with his gaze directed at you which didn’t go unnoticed by Tom who was looking at you both with narrowed eyes and clenched jaws. 

She pulls me in enough to keep me guessing (mmm)

And maybe I should stop and start confessing

Confessing, yeah

You joined in singing along the lyrics with him exchanging flirtatious gestures with each other. You encouraged the audience to sing along with you.

Oh, I've been shaking

I love it when you go crazy

You take all my inhibitions

Baby, there's nothing holdin' me back

You take me places that tear up my reputation

Manipulate my decisions

Baby, there's nothing holdin' me back

There's nothing holdin' me back

There's nothing holdin' me back

You were clearly having a fun time sharing the stage with Shawn as you both swayed to the beat with a wide smile and the crowd cheered you on. Tom heard  someone saying “they make a good pair” and he completely lost it. Now he was jealous even though he knows it’s wrong because you had always made it clear that you loved him more than anything but you in that ravishing outfit dancing and singing being way too comfortable around each other wasn’t helping much. 

Your performance ended after some time and Tom couldn’t be anymore happier. You were back in the audience again as Shawn couldn’t stop praising you “you just set the stage on fire Y/N! It was awesome”

“Oh shut up! You weren’t bad either” you quipped. Tom sat there silently feeling neglected at how you had time to talk with everyone except him. The show ended with you winning the three categories you were nominated for : album of the year, song of the year and artist of the year. You were elated at your achievements as your team escorted you for a photo session. You saw Tom standing at a distance and walked over to him.

“Why are you standing here? Come and stand with me” you said, grabbing his arm.

“No I’m better off standing here rather than being your arm candy” he says bitterly pulling out his arm from your hold.

“What?!” you were slightly taken aback as you looked at him in confusion.

“Hey Y/N!” your manager called out.

“Just a moment!” you told him to wait and dragged Tom to a corner.

“What the hell was that back there?” you hissed at him.

“You know it very well” you shrugged with a disinterested look on his face.

“I-I really don’t understand where this is coming from Tom but are you upset with something?” you were really concerned with his sudden outburst.

“Well isn’t that obvious? When your girlfriend brings you to a public event to treat you like a sidepiece and goes on flirting with her colleagues on stage it is naturally upsetting” he jabbed at you.  

“Are you even listening to what you are saying Tom? Everyone here are my work friends just like you have” you retorted in a hushed tone.

“Well it looked more than just friends” he bit back.

“Now you’re being ridiculous” you were totally done with him, fuming at his accusation.

“Y/N come fast!” your manager called you again.

“Yeah coming!” you replied and turned to Tom again “you know what it was actually my fault that I brought you along with me. I thought we were ready to take the next step in our relationship but it clearly doesn’t look like that” you snapped at him and walked back to have your pictures taken. You were stopped by various people, for interviews as well as to congratulate you for your win but you were so annoyed with Tom you couldn’t concentrate properly.

Towards the end of the night, you had almost forgotten about Tom’s comments as you busied yourself into conversations with different people from the industry, sipping on champagne. 

As soon as he cooled down Tom was quick to realize his mistake and tried to approach you several times, but you successfully ignored him by preoccupying yourself elsewhere. He eventually caught up to you, grabbing your arm before you could walk away “Y/N, please. Can we just talk for a second?”

“No I don’t think so because I’m quite busy flirting with each and every guy over here” you snapped, turning to walk away. He grabbed your arm again, “Y/N, c’mon love, I’m really sorry” he whined.

You whipped around “not now Tom. We will talk after we get out of here so if you will excuse me” saying so you walked away to be stopped by a reporter for another interview. The after party ended an hour as you and Tom exited the place. You climbed into the limo, quickly putting up the privacy window. Tom climbed in after you, taking a seat glancing at you.

“What?” you scowled, crossing your arms over your chest. You could tell he was really upset with what he’d said earlier. 

“Y/N.. I can't even explain how sorry I am” he started “I know I was being a dick back there and I feel terrible about it”

You leaned back in your seat sighing “you know what, I'm really tired. Can we talk about this after we reach home?” He nodded silently in agreement without uttering a single word on the drive back.

Once you got home, you walked through the living room and made your way into your shared bedroom. You sat on the bed taking off your heels and massaged your ankles. After sometime Tom joined you in the bedroom. He takes off his suit jacket and loosens his tie as you stare at him for a second. He looked so good in formal attire which filled your head with filthy thoughts. How you could have celebrated your win in a different way but he had to ruin it by acting out like that.

“Y/N, I truly am sorry. I.. I have no excuse for my behavior. It was completely my fault” he walked over to you, sitting next to you on the bed.

You sighed deeply and stood up walking over to your walk in closet. Your hands went to your back to reach out to the zipper of your dress “I really didn’t expect this from you at least. Of all the people I thought you would understand since you are in the same line of work” you said with disappointment clear in your voice. Tom hung his head low in shame.

“I know babe it was rude and totally uncalled for. I was a fucking idiot and let my insecurities get the best of me” he said with remorse.

“Then just think about how I feel when I have to watch you making out with other women on screen. I never said anything to you. Instead I always supported you and you on the other hand questioned our relationship just because I was singing and dancing with someone else who happens to be a very good friend of mine” you ranted still struggling with the zipper of your dress “a little help please?” you huffed slightly irritated and angry.

Tom bit back a smile as he walked over to you and helped you unzip your dress. He took your hands in his and pecked on them gently “I didn't mean to ruin the night for you” he apologized, looking down at your hands.

You pulled out your hands and crossed your arms “well it wasn’t that bad given that I won three Grammys but I wished you were there by my side” you said completely forgetting that you were standing there in just your strapless bra and very tiny pair of lace underwear.

Tom was eyeing you the whole time with a known smirk plastered on his face. You noticed that and looked down at yourself “oh, c’mon. I’m trying to have a serious conversation here!” you scoffed, throwing your hands in the air. You shook your head in annoyance and grabbed the black silk robe, tying it around your body.

Tom was broken out of his trance as he walked over to you, placing a hand on your cheek “Y/N believe me I’m really sorry. I wish I could take back all the horrible things I said to you. You didn’t deserve any of it. Sorry for being such a jerk to you”

Your expression softened as you held his hand gently “well I’m glad to hear that. And even if I try I can’t stay mad at you for a longtime so apology accepted” you said with a smile. 

“Thank you darling it would never happen again I promise” he says stroking his thumb on your cheek bone as he leaned in, pressing a kiss to your lips “and I mean it” he stated a hand reaching up to untie your robe as your robe fell open, your breath hitched “though it was slightly your fault too, how do you expect me to not get jealous seeing you with someone else looking so bloody gorgeous in that outfit?” he hooked his index finger under the silk on your shoulder, pulling the robe down slowly, leaving a trail of goosebumps on your skin “but I’m really sorry” he whispers in a husky tone. 

“Then prove it” you looked at him challengingly, a smirk tugged at the corner of your lips. Without any further delay Tom crashed his lips to yours effortlessly lifting you up by your thighs as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

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[issaxcharlie]

Someone To You

Pairing: Alive! Luke Patterson x Fem Reader

Summary: Y/N and Luke have been friends for most of their lives and have already spent some time in love, but not knowing how to jump from friends to lovers, they have been stranded in that rare transition for much longer than they should, something that does not go unnoticed neither for them nor for the members of the rock band.

A lot of Luke and Y/N fluff, and a lot of friendship between Y/N and the Sunset Curve boys💖 (oh and my usual nonsense)

Word count: +3k

Songs used: Kiss me by Ed Sheeran and Follow You by Echosmith

Two in the morning and Y/N has been lying on her bed for twenty minutes trying to go back to sleep without any success. She is about to give up and go to get her journal when an unmistakable knock on the window echoes through the room.

She gets up and turns on the lamp before going to open the lock, her best friend entering the room seconds later and closing the window again before turning to her. The second they are face to face, Y/N lunges at him, entwining her legs tightly across his waist, her face buried completely in his neck, letting the familiarity of his body and scent wash over her.

“Oh god, I missed you.” He whispers in a husky voice, putting his hands on her hips and carefully kicking off his vans with his feet, then moving to her bed, dropping her gently on her usual side.

That's when he can see the girl's face with attention, her features slightly illuminated by the night lamp and making clear that she had been awake before he arrived.

“Difficult night eh?” He asks just before pushing his body forward to jump to the other side of the bed, and she lets out a sweet wholehearted laugh when he stumbles at the last second and ends up falling on his belly on her hips. “This was supposed to be way cooler and smoother.”

“I know Lu, maybe try to just walk next time?”

“Y/N, darlin’. Rockstars don’t just walk, we have to do everything with style.” He gets up and lightly kisses her on the cheek before stepping carefully around her to lie down on his side.

“My mistake, Lucas.” She teases with a smirk and he frowns before playfully sticking his tongue out at her. “Now, what happened? Whenever you appear at the window out of nowhere, it’s because you feel overwhelmed."

He analyzes what she said silently. All the times that he has entered through that window passing through his head, as well as all the hugs and cuddles received. All the years, and feelings and memories making him feel blessed to love her. "I guess you are right, you are my safe place." Y/N's face lights up, and she confidently moves closer to give him a soft kiss on the nose. “And you are mine. Now, spill, handsome.”

He smiles at the compliment, and makes an exaggerated wink that makes her snort. “My mom made me leave the house almost impossible, I was minutes away to miss the gig. I don't understand why it's so hard for her to understand that this is what I was born to do. If I want to be someone in this life, I have to continue on this path, no matter what. I don't want to die and just vanish, I want to leave a mark. We all want our lives to be great and to be remembered." Luke drops his head against the pillow and covers his eyes with his hands, letting his annoyance out.

“I get you, and you know I will always support you.”

“But…”

“But I just want you to know this. You are someone, Luke. To me, to Reggie, Alex, Bobby, and no matter how much you guys argue, you are someone to your parents. You don't need to connect with everyone to make an impact, just with the people who matter to you.”

He moves his hands behind his head and stares in silence at the ceiling for a few seconds, and then turns to see her with the most charming smile in his repertoire. “Will you come to the Orpheum after we nail the audition?” Anyone would be disconcerted by his attitude, but for Y/N it is a typical Luke Patterson defense mechanism. Whenever he feels like the conversation is getting too heavy or when he just doesn't want to respond, he drastically changes the subject with his best smile to try and distract her.

“Of course I will, It’ll be one of the most important days of your life, I would never miss it. And I would not change you singing in my ear for anything, but there is something so special when you are on stage, it is like being in front of the microphone sets your soul on fire.” She replies with a delighted smile.

"I totally get what you mean. So, you like me to sing you to sleep, huh? C’mere beautiful." He requests before trapping her against him, his calloused fingers quickly finding her hair, stroking it gently as he sings in her ear.

“Settle down with me, cover me up, cuddle me in. Lie down with me, and hold me in your arms” He stops for a second to meet her eyes again and give her a light kiss on the forehead, before confidently singing the chorus. “Kiss me like you wanna be loved, you wanna be loved, you wanna be loved. This feels like falling in love, falling in love, falling in love.”

Y/N smiles against his neck before finally falling asleep, the peace Luke always gives her completely invading her and melting her in his arms.

In the morning Y/N snaps her eyes open when she raises her arm to wrap her best friend’s waist and finds the space empty. She sits down and finds a note on her nightstand, Luke's unmistakable handwriting peeking out due to a poorly folded sheet.

“Good morning darlin’, sorry for leaving without saying goodbye, I had to go to the last rehearsal before the auditions. After that we will pick you up to go celebrate <3

PS: you look so hot while you drool my shoulder and the pillows."

-Luke

The girl can't help but blush, and furiously examines the pillow to see if she actually did it, only to find another little note below it.

“Gotcha.” She rolls her eyes and a little laugh escapes her lips.

Today is a ridiculously important day in the lives of the boys, if they manage to be among the 10 chosen for the second part of the contest, they will compete in the legendary Orpheum for the opportunity to land a record deal.

The four of them have been working like crazy even though the situation with their families has been getting worse in recent weeks, none of them have even thought about giving up. Without much to do during her day off, Y/N allows herself to remember the feeling of being in Luke's arms, the conversation she had with Alex and Bobby just a few days before in the back of her head.

“Why are we doing this again?” Alex asks clearly annoyed while Bobby and Y/N laugh, turning to see Luke and Reggie jamming some songs across the sidewalk, in front of one of the hottest clubs in LA.

“Something about making the band better known before auditions.” she reports, as she closes the buttons on Luke's bleached jean jacket she's wearing.

“I understand that, but couldn’t he wait til tomorrow? We practiced all day, I’m tired as fuck.” The blond replies, getting irritated from exhaustion.

Bobby yawns, his eyes getting heavier as he rests his head in Y/N’s shoulder. “Muffin, I swear, your man has infinite energy.”

“He is not my man, Bobs.” She answers as she rests her head on his, ruffling his hair gently.

"Well maybe you should let him know, because he refers to you as his girl all the time." Bobby informs her, raising his head to see her reaction.

“He does?” Even in the dark both boys can see how red her cheeks are, and how the smile on her face grows with each passing second. Bobby decides to take a chance and keep teasing her.

“My girl is so insanely talented, that’s my sweet girl, my girl said this and I thought it was so freaking awesome because I’m hopelessly in love with her.”

“Man, that was so accurate. 10/10.” Alex replies while laughing, they lean in to highfive above her head, and she can't help but blush even more at her friend's words.

“You guys are the worst.” She wrinkled her nose and they both turned to see each other, agreeing silently that now is the moment to ask one of the questions they had wanted to ask her for months.

“Since we met you are in this strange relationship, in which you are both aware that you are in love with each other, but neither of you does anything. What are you waiting for?" Bobby asks, indicating Alex to support him with his eyes.

“Yeah bro after 3 years, it gets kind of old.” He adds, trying to sound cool.

“I guess, we just think it is not the right time. Since you started the band he has worked tirelessly on his career as a musician and that is what I want him to focus on. We both know what is in our hearts and for now that is more than enough.” She blurts out, trying to get her thoughts in order.

“That was so cheesy I want to die.” Alex answers in reflex, and his eyes go wide when he realizes what he said.

“Oh my God, Alex. Go away! I will never open my soul to you again.”

The girl blushes again, a small smile at the corner of her lips as she remembers how after that her friends continued to tease her with Luke and called her Mrs Patterson for the rest of the night, both she and Luke totally embarrassed when they continued to tease them in the truck on the way home. She decides to get out her notebook and try to write a song, which she hadn't done since Luke formed Sunset Curve, and by the time she finished she had just some minutes before the boys arrived.

She managed to get ready in time, but what she found when she opened the door was not what she expected. The face that greeted her was Reggie's and not Luke's as always, and the sad little smile on the bassist's face wasn't normal either.

She instantly hugs him, making soft circles with her fingertips on his iconic leather jacket.

“Don’t worry about me, sunshine, I’m fine. But he needs you.” He takes her hand and walks toward Bobby's old truck, and Y/N is even more confused when she meets his beaming smile as they climb into the back of the vehicle. Alex is smiling too, but he looks clearly anxious, and Luke is nowhere to be found.

"Can someone explain to me what happened? Where is Luke?"

“We did it, muffin!” He embraces her excitedly, his clear happiness reassuring the stressed girl.

“Congrats guys! I’m so proud of you!” He released her and she hugs Reggie with her left arm and with her free one takes Alex's hand, who takes it in his and fondly kisses her knuckles.

“Thank you Y/N, but going back to Luke, we need your help. Things didn't go as smoothly as we expected and how to put it nicely… he lost it.” The blond informs her while anxiously playing with his necklace.

“You are the one who always shows him the way.” Reggie says with a bigger smile this time.

“Okay, start the truck Bobs, my man needs me.” Alex snorts a laugh and Bobby fulfills her request after smiling teasingly at her.

“You told Bobby he wasn’t your man.” Alex remarked with a smirk, turning his head toward the back seat to look into her eyes.

“And you told the boy at the club that you didn't know Reggie so you wouldn't have to give him his number. What's your point?” She answered swiftly with a mirrored smirk.

The drummer tries to counter attack but fails miserably, instead whispers a “...Well played.” and looks back to the front of the road.

“Was he cute?” Reg asks with genuine curiosity, and they all debate whether the boy was Reggie’s type or not on the way to where Luke is.

The boys leave her in the big park where the girl already imagined her best friend was, and she walks directly to the place where they sat millions of times throughout her childhood and adolescence, in their little corner of paradise. It doesn't take her long to find a disgruntled Luke sitting against their tree with his guitar three feet away, lying on the grass.

“You look so hot when you are frustrated.” Luke looks up and calms down when he meets her eyes. “I think you are the one who needs a song to relax now.” She adds, pointing out at the guitar. He nods and she picks it up, sitting between Luke's legs, her back leaning against his chest.

She blushes as she begins to play the song she finished composing just an hour ago, grateful that he can't see her face because of the position they are in. “I thank God for you all the time. Someone who knows my faults, but loves me despite them all. And you, I'll follow you just like that. Doesn't matter how far, If I have you, I have it all.”

She feels him kissing her hair, his heart beating just as fast as her own. “I think I found my soulmate, yes I do. I think I found the one who knows me. I don't wanna think about what it'd be like without you. Anywhere, I’ll follow you anywhere.”

When the song ends she freezes for a few seconds and Luke takes the opportunity to take the guitar and move it to the side, so that he can hug her closer to him, his arms around her waist while his chin rests on her shoulder.

“Your voice always shows me the way home.” Luke whispers sweetly in her ear, and Y/N instantly remembers Reggie said something similar in the truck, which means Luke had probably already expressed that thought to his friends, causing her to melt in his arms. She guesses it’s her turn to apply the famous Luke Patterson defense mechanism.

“What happened? I know you guys did pass, Bobby was so happy he wanted to cry.”

“We passed literally with the last ticket. They said they couldn’t see Sunset Curve, just another wannabe garage band, definitely not material for the big leagues.”

“Wow, that’s rough. And how did you react?”

"Reggie and Bobby held me by the arms and Alex by the back to stop me from going berserker." She smiles softly, imagining the scene clearly, and stretches her neck to see the guitarist's face.

“Lu, what else is bothering you?” He looks deep in thought, like he's forming multiple ideas in his head.

“I don't approve of everything they said, but I think maybe they have a point. I spent so much time trying to get the band to be material for a discography that I neglected our essence."

“Okay, then what’s the next move?”

“I have an idea, but I can’t do it without you.” He admits, staring deeply at her with his beautiful hazel eyes.

“Good thing you don’t have to. Luke, remember when we first met?” She asks, trying to distract him from his problems at least for today.

“Yeah, we were six. I told you I wanted to be a rockstar, and you said Lucas wasn’t a rockstar name, that I had to change it immediately.” He recalls with a soft smile.

“After that day you got angry every time someone dared to call you by your name.” She remembers the scene with a laugh.

“You have to admit, little Y/N was wise, you wouldn't have a band if you were still a Lucas.” He chuckles, caressing her hair lovingly., and she leans at the touch.”

“From that day I knew that I always wanted to be by your side. All my life I have tried to be someone, someone for my parents, for my friends, for the public, but I have never had to try with you.

I've always been someone for you... and that's more than enough. You've always known who I am, even when I'm not sure myself. You have always been patient and have loved me unconditionally, and I want you to know that you can always expect the same from me. god, I know since I was a kid I would do anything for you. I need you, I’m tired to wait for the correct moment, because every moment with you feels right.”

“Lu… is this a love confession?”

“I- yeah. But it’s so hard, I feel so many emotions right now and I really want to kiss the hell out of yo-” Y/N pulls him towards her connecting their lips hungrily, both melting into each other's mouths. He bites her lower lip slightly and separates a few seconds to admire her face, her eyes shining with love and lust.

“Darlin’, you can admit now your thing for rockstars. That’s exactly how you see me when I’m on stage.”

“I’ll admit it as soon as you admit you pretended to drown in the pool last year so I could give you mouth-to-mouth.”

“I would never do something like that… again.” They both laugh adoringly and Luke kisses her hard, determined to make up for all the lost time.

“Hey lovebirds, it’s time to go, Alex is minutes ago to snap at Reg and I don't want to end in the middle again, Reggie bit me last time.” They part abruptly, looking up at Bobby with daggers in their eyes.

“You can’t be all annoying all the time about our relationship and then ruin a moment like that.” she says clearly frustrated.

“Wow, eager much, muffin? someone is already whipped huh?” He jokes, causing Luke to put his finger in his mouth and then in his friend's ear.

“Bobby If you don’t shut up I swear-” She starts to fight, but he interrupts her.

“Are you guys dating now?” They both turn to see each other and smile, Luke wipes his hand on Bobby's shirt as they start to walk to the truck and entwine it with Y/N’s.

“Yeah, yes we are.” He declares with a majestic smile.

“Dammit I lost the bet to Alex. He said this was finally the year and I bet on another five.”

“Five? Really?” The girl asks, unable to believe what she hears.

“What? You have been in this strange relationship for about 12 years, five more years would be easy peasy. Reggie bet that you would make your lives with someone else and meet in 20 years to realize that it was always you." He informs them as they reach the vehicle, she looks in shock for a moment but then recovers and feings anger.

“Yeah, that’s it we are walking.” She decides, pulling Luke onto the sidewalk.

“You're just looking for an excuse to make out with your new boyfriend, you never get mad at us, not even the time Reggie stuck gum in your hair.” Bobby calls her out, and Reggie rolls the window down to emphasize that it was an accident.

“Okay yeah, I want to make out with my boyfriend and stick my tongue down his throat because as you mentioned, I've been waiting for many years to be able do it. So get lost or admire the show.” Reggie quickly closes the window again, and Bobby makes a disgusted face before almost running to the driver's seat.

“I’m so in love with you.” He admits with loving eyes, and she stands on tiptoe to fill him with light kisses on the forehead, nose, cheeks and lips. “I’m so in love with you, Lu.”

“Hey darlin’, I know you said the tongue in the throat thing to scare them away but…” He tries to explain himself, but she stops him knowing exactly what he wants to say.

“Oh, don’t worry. I’m kissing the hell out of you as soon as we get home.” She reassures, caressing his hand.

He lets out a big sigh of relief. “Good.” A big smile on his face while pressing her hand a little harder to make sure this is actually happening.

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[whatifyoulivelikethat]

not allowed iv, m | jjk, myg

pairing(s): est. poly relationship – jungkook x reader x yoongi

summary: Your boyfriends woke up and chose violence. Excuse me, Jeon Jungkook, Min Yoongi? Do you really think you can post one after another on Twitter, send the world into heart palpitations, and not expect your girlfriend to do something about it? Hmm?!

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; mentions of the pandemic; reader and Yoongi have giant heart eyes whenever they see each other; feels and fluff; smut (fem reader, dirty talk, nipple play, f and m-receiving oral, fingering, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, m-masturbation, double penetration/spit roasting); idol!BTS

that’s right JK posted his blue hair and i absolutely lost it part of ‘not allowed’ series, but can be read alone. basic summary: your boyfriend asked JJK to fuck you, then again, and then they decided to make this a thing; based on real time.

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Your boyfriends woke up today and chose violence.

Everything was fine. You were on your lunch break, sitting in your kitchen, knowing you would have to get back to work soon. A quick meal and scrub of the dishes left you with you a few minutes to check your phone. You didn’t get many messages throughout the day and you preferred it that way. You took a moment to scroll through social media.

Only to choke a little seeing Jeon Jungkook, the Golden Maknae of BTS, reveal his dark blue locks to the world in the middle of the damn day. Did you almost drop your phone? Yes. Did you not because it was the special edition BTS S20+? Also, yes. The TinyTan SUGA phone case would have protected it anyway, but… still.

You placed your phone aside and went back to your computer, ready to attend work again.

Not quite composed, but it was just a picture, just a picture, just a picture…

Except you knew what Jungkook looked like naked and that wasn’t helping.

Three hours later, you snuck a glance at your phone only to be attacked by the cutest human being in the world, Min Yoongi, SUGA of BTS, sometimes Agust D, all the time lil meow meow because, holy shit, why the fuck was this man so cute? Those damn cheeks. Those eyes. Fuck, you loved his eye shape. And his pretty lips. Damnnit, why couldn’t you kiss him right now?

They’re trying to kill you and ARMY all at once. 

You’re convinced.

You rubbed your temples and took a deep breath.

It is only a coincidence. It doesn’t involve you. They’re only being their usual adorable, attractive selves and giving a gift to the fans. You weren’t delusional. It was their job to do things like this. You knew this and you were used to it. You’ve seen Yoongi say all kinds of things in V-LIVEs and you always thought it was funny. Lately, he hadn’t been responding to them much though. As for Jungkook, well.

Everyone in the world wanted Jungkook, including you, so could you blame the world? No.

Jungkook tried to tell you before that he was shy and you recalled all those see-through shirts he’d worn on stage. All those ab reveals. Hmm, you weren’t fooled.

“I wanted to make sure you were looking at me, noona,” Jungkook had teased you, hooking his arms around your waist. “I had to get your attention somehow.”

Yeah, yeah, your attention and millions of other people.

It made you laugh, until he became your boyfriend, and now it made you choke on air like every other human being who saw him looking that good. Before you had the safety of giving your full attention to Yoongi. Yoongi had always been your priority and you wanted to make sure he felt that way.

Little by little.

Jungkook grew up.

And became harder and harder to ignore.

Even more difficult when Yoongi gave him the apartment key and told him to fuck you in his stead.

You heard your phone ping. You checked your messages, saving your work in the process.

That will teach you to post such sexy pictures.

You twitched. Excuse me? What was Jungkook talking about? Your personal, private Instagram was for expressing your – sometimes eccentric – fashion sense. Was he referring to the images you posted for Valentine’s Day, the ones with the white vinyl coat, red stockings, and sky-high red heels? Hmph. You couldn’t even see your face in those. Actually, you deliberately cut off most of your face in all of your pictures. The most you showed were your lips, always painted to match your outfit. You didn’t want anyone to recognize you, even by happenstance.

Made taking pictures much easier, since you never had to do eye makeup or worry about accidentally making ugly faces.

It was private now, but it wasn’t before, and the only reason you privated it was because you started dating Yoongi. You still wanted it use it as an outlet though, so you left it as is, with your follower count unchanging. It wasn’t that many people to begin with and you were pretty sure a lot of the accounts were bots.

In any case, sometimes you felt like being creative and dressing up, thus you did so on Instagram. You couldn’t dress like that when you went to visit Yoongi. Ah, and now Jungkook too. To be honest, you loved fashion and trying on different looks, but it wasn’t possible unless you were alone. And you were alone a lot, with no one but strangers to appreciate (or be confused by) it.

Might as well take a picture, right?

And if you could tease Yoongi a little, at least from a distance, that was even better.

You forgot Jungkook also followed you now though. 

Dammit. 

Had the photos been sexy? Sure. Provocative, lots of leg, almost a peek of ass but not quite. Red lips to stand out against the white. If the coat was black, it would have been more traditionally fetishist, but that's why you had picked shiny white vinyl. Brighter for the cute holiday. 

Who are you kidding? You wore it to provoke Yoongi.

He texted you after you posted it. Usually, he said things along the lines of, pretty, cute, you look crazy, I like it. Only sometimes did he say...

what the fuck

You had asked him if he liked your post today. 

I'm not trying to pop a boner in the middle of practice, control yourself woman.

Maybe don't post such cute selfies then, you had thought. Then your phone pinged again. 

Send a picture with the coat open. Jungkook wants to see. 

Oh, so now that the maknae was involved, he was going to pin things on the younger one. Two can play at this game. You sent the photo to Jungkook first. You knew that if the situation was reversed, Yoongi would have done the same. Jungkook's reaction had been hilarious.

Noona?! WHAT???

And then a slew of head exploding emojis.

Yoongi had been agitated until you finally sent him the picture too. It had been a fun incident.

Until your boyfriends woke up today and chose violence.

Dammit. 

You stared at blue-haired Jungkook and 'Blue and Grey' Yoongi from the MTV Unplugged performance. 

This just wasn’t allowed. 

-

This visit had a purpose, but then you saw Min Yoongi standing in the hallway waiting for you, wearing an olive-green shirt, hands in the pockets of his black sweatpants, small smile on his lips. Purring your name lovingly after you closed the door, and you realized you missed him so very much, his lovely dark brown eyes and dark hair, and then you were suddenly in his arms and he was hugging you. 

With both arms. 

Yoongi was recovering well and he still couldn't do strenuous activity yet, but he was hugging you with both arms and you wanted to cry because it was so nice to have them both around you. You could've been cool and collected, yet somehow both you and Yoongi had the same idea to first hug and breathe in each other, his fresh, woodsy scent strongly invading your nose and his soft cheek against yours.

"You smell different."

"Do you like it?" you mumbled into his neck, kissing it lightly. 

"Mhm."

You thought it had worn off by now, but the new perfume you had purchased lingered far longer than you imagined, clinging to your hair. Warm spiced sweetness with a hint of sharp smoke. Yoongi inhaled deeply beside you.

"You should wear more perfume," he murmured, hands kneading your waist.

"Someone might notice."

"Nah, your taste similar enough to mine."

He was taking off your coat and you were stepping out of your shoes, being pulled deeper into the apartment, and now his kisses were yours, soft and light, every one saying, I missed you, I want you, I love you. There no need for words when it was Min Yoongi. Fingers tapping down your waist, pulling your oversized black shirt up and over your head. 

"Excuse me?"

You pooped your head out to see Yoongi staring at your chest, jaw dropped and eyes wide. Oh, right. You had been so occupied with hugs and kisses that you almost forgot. Your shirt fluttered to the floor, forgotten.

You smirked. 

"Surprise."

Yoongi made a face at you. Somewhere between angry, aroused, and shock. Good. Serves you right for posting such a cute selfie.

The front door opened. 

Both of you instantly moved, you sliding behind him and into the bedroom, Yoongi standing in front of you, masking your frame. The discarded shirt and jacket could be explained away – that's why you wore oversized men's clothes, usually in Yoongi's preferred color palette.

"Hyung?"

Oh, whew. Actually, wait. No, this was danger. 

"Ah, Jungkookie."

Yoongi placed his hand on your arm and you popped your head over the corner once you heard the door close. Yup. A swift shake of dark blue locks, white sweatshirt and loose black sweatpants, and that mischievous smirk with a wrinkle of his nose. 

Danger.

"Hey, noona!"

Damnnit, planning for two is hard! You couldn't just go put your shirt on and do the grand reveal again. Yoongi grasped your upper arm with his right hand and yanked you from the doorframe. You squeaked, body stumbling into Jungkook’s view.

"Did you plan this?" Yoongi asked with a cocked brow. 

Jungkook's eyes went wide. 

"Uh... no, but I like where this is going," Jungkook replied, smirk growing. 

The black lace bra stood out against your skin, strappy and elegant, molding to the swells of your breasts and the curve downward to your waist, matching the garter belt that disappeared into the black jeans you were wearing. You didn't usually wear lingerie. It wasn't practical and if you accidentally left something behind... it wasn't worth the risk. Yoongi and you took every precaution to not fuck this up. 

Therefore, you only wore lingerie on your private Instagram. 

Only showing little flashes, never the whole picture. And, really, you wore it in your photos to mess with them. It made you feel nice too, so it was a win-win. This set was familiar to Yoongi and Jungkook because you had worn the red version in the original Valentine’s Day themed photos. 

Again, you didn't usually wear lingerie, but Jungkook and Yoongi couldn't just post pictures on Twitter back-to-back, two-shot you, and not expect a damn reaction. That kind of shit wasn't tolerated! On top of all that, you had to wait and get properly tested before getting here. This pandemic extended your frustrations. So, yes, fuck it, you wore the damn lingerie that made you feel the sexiest. Even if your jeans were still on, you knew you looked good. 

No one had to tell you. You checked in the mirror before you left. 

"Is this your response to my text a couple days ago?" Jungkook teased, kicking off his shoes and bounding over to you two. His dark blue hair shimmered in the light, like a night sky covered with stars, smile pure and naughty at the same time, lighting up his whole face. 

Fuck you for being hot, Jeon Jungkook!

You leaned back against Yoongi, crossing your arms under your breasts, pressing them together. Jungkook grinned, the mole underneath his lower lip winking at you. 

"Something like that," you coolly replied. Shit, there was an edge to your voice. Hopefully neither Yoongi or Jungkook picked that up.

"Hmm..." 

Jungkook pursed his lips, the tip of his pink tongue sticking out the side. Ack. You had to look away. You turned and bumped your lace-covered tits against Yoongi's chest. His dark brown orbs flickered to your breasts, sly smile on his lips. 

"This is your fault too, by the way."

Yoongi raised his eyebrows, amused. "What do you mean?"

You dropped your hands, surveying him suspiciously. "You think I don't know? Posting right after Jungkook? That's not allowed! You know what that does to me."

Yoongi leaned forward. Your breath caught in your throat, heart beating fast all of a sudden. You backed up, right into Jungkook's chest. Uh oh. Yoongi hummed, black hair shadowing his face, devious sparkle in those dangerous eyes, his voice a raspy, purring drawl. 

"What does it do to you?"

Your hand fell back to brace yourself and Jungkook's fingers wrapped around your wrist, stroking your skin. You felt him shift behind you and then his lips were on your ear, whispering in his silvery voice. 

"Yeah, noona. Tell us.” His grip on your wrist tightened, squeezing lightly, asserting his presence behind you. “Or you can show us."

...

!!!

How dare they tag team you? First, they visually attack you – and millions of other ARMY – in the middle of the workday, and now this, Yoongi closing in, kissing you once more, deeper, hungrier, with dark intent, smirking against your lips as Jungkook took both your hands, ghosting his long fingers over yours. You whimpered into Yoongi's mouth, body tensing, Jungkook pressing himself into your back, breath against your hair. 

"You smell different," he murmured.

You couldn't reply. Yoongi was sucking on your tongue, making you whine. 

"Warm, sweet, and spicy."

Yoongi released you and you gasped for air, bucking into Jungkook's crotch. "I bought it last week... thought it smelled nice..."

Jungkook nuzzled your hair. "I like it. Makes me horny."

You laughed a little, turning your hands around in his to lace your fingers together. He held your hands firmly, grinding his crotch into your ass. You could already feel his arousal through your jeans.

"Sounds dangerous," you mused. 

"It is," Yoongi chuckled. "But you should keep wearing it anyway. You smell good."

Heat rose to your cheeks. Then you realized your jeans were already undone, being daintily pushed down by deft hands and an amused expression, Yoongi crouching to pull them along. Bit by bit, revealing the matching garter belt, the high-cut black lace panties that framed your thighs, and lace-topped sheer stockings, all the straps emphasizing your softness, sinking into your thighs and ass.

"Fuck..." Yoongi breathed, running his fingertips over the delicate fabric, touch so light against your skin, dancing up your knee. "You're so fucking beautiful."

He looked up at you, eyes so dark they seemed black, playful smirk on those perfect pink lips. Thump. You felt Jungkook pull your arms back and press them to his sides. You grabbed fistfuls of Jungkook’s shirt, staring down at Yoongi advancing between your legs, his smirk growing wider and more teasing, lovely voice low and husky, deep with arousal.

"What's the matter?" Yoongi purred. "Cat got your tongue?"

Your body tensed in anticipation, Jungkook's hands crawling around your sides, one tattooed, one not, fingers hovering over your now trembling chest. Looking down at Yoongi's smug expression, tongue flicking out and teasing you. Reminding you how good he was and how long you'd been waiting. 

Fuck you for being hot, Min Yoongi!

"Don't overexert yourself..." you breathed.

A sculpted brow lifted. 

"I have help now," he reminded you and Jungkook's hands sank into your barely-covered breasts. 

"Fuck..." Jungkook hissed into your ear, running his palms over your nipples, listening to your gasps as Yoongi dived between your thighs, hot tongue sliding against the lace. "Missed these tits so fucking much." His lips on your ear, growling your name, that dominant edge to his silvery voice, tweaking the hardened nubs while Yoongi teased your clothed clit with his tongue, the lace hardly a barrier but still an effective one, the rough threads plucking against your sensitive nerves.

How long had it been? So long, almost forever since Yoongi’s tongue was on you, soft and fast and the perfect pressure, deliberately teasing you and not moving the fabric aside, so close yet so far. If it wasn’t Yoongi, maybe you could tell him to move it, maybe you could beg, but you couldn’t speak because of Yoongi’s tongue and Jungkook’s rough touch, his hands on your breasts, pushing them together, your nipples poking tiny tents in the black lace, running his fingertips over them over and over, his hips grinding into your ass. Yoongi cupped one of your ass cheeks and spread them, your panties bunching in the center, Jungkook’s hardness slipping in, still covered by his sweatpants.

Wetter, hotter, sanity slipping little by little.

“Y-Yoongi… J-Jungkook…”

You tried not to shove your hips in Yoongi’s face, not wanting to strain his neck, and ended up pushing back instead, bouncing against Jungkook’s cock. The younger man snickered, nipping at your ear, pinching your nipples, and you felt a slick squelch as Yoongi’s tongue pushed the lace into your dripping pussy. The moans dragged out of your throat, eyelids fluttering, letting them do whatever they wanted, pleasure flooding all your senses, watching Yoongi wreck you, clutching Jungkook’s sweatshirt, panting their names, leaking more and more, the scent of your juices getting stronger and sweeter.

“This isn’t fair…” you panted. “I’m going c-crazy…”

Yoongi hummed on your clit and you cried out, hips rocking, so good, head tipping onto Jungkook’s broad shoulder, his long blue hair brushing against your cheek and eyelashes.

“Good, because you make us crazy,” Jungkook muttered, pushing your breasts together and squeezing them roughly. His voice was so deep you could feel your back vibrate with his words. His other hand came up and gripped your chin, trailing down and fitting around your neck, the loose sleeve falling and revealing his forearm tattoos, contrasting your lace-covered skin. “Always looking so fucking pretty and making me want to fuck you…”

His index finger came up and pressed against your lower lip. Those chocolatey eyes were watching your face from his peripheral vision, smirking as he witnessed your expression.

“Even showing off these sexy, fuckable lips. That’s not fair either, noona.”

“T-That’s not…”

Jungkook’s hand at your throat dropped and you yelped, his large palm fitting around your right thigh and lifting it up, fingers sinking in. Stockings, lace, garter, Jungkook’s touch, holding your leg up and out, giving Yoongi a perfect view of your glistening core. Then there was more, too much more, Yoongi pushing aside your panties, soaked fabric snapping against the inside of your thigh and then his mouth was directly on you, oh, fuck, his tongue on your throbbing clit, lips wrapped around it, pure suffocating ecstasy, your slick juices dripping down his chin, so easy, it was just too easy for Yoongi to make you feel so fucking good and he looked so sexy doing it too, those cat-like eyes piercing into you, ordering you to cum for him, to spill all over his beautiful face.

“Yoongi… fuck, your tongue is so fucking good–”

Your body rippled with pleasure and you flung your head to the side, away from Jungkook’s ear to moan far too loud, filling up the entire hallway, wanton and lewd, absolutely pornographic and sinful in nature, orgasm gushing into Yoongi’s waiting mouth, shuddering against Jungkook’s hard body. So many sensations, too many sensations. Yoongi sank his nails into your ass, growling as he sucked out your cum and drank it, Jungkook grinding his stiff length in between your ass cheeks, spreading your leg so far that your left one was quivering with strain, tits squashed in Jungkook’s left hand, his warm tongue on your ear, whispering darkly. Dirty, sensual, and your pussy couldn’t stop throbbing, Min Yoongi’s mouth and Jeon Jungkook’s low octave driving you insane.

“You look so fucking good, noona. Your body is so fucking perfect, so sexy wrapped up in lace,” he exhaled, sliding his palm over your nipples roughly, earning more depraved moans. He lowered your leg, slowly, Yoongi lapping at your clit, sending shocks of pleasure up your torso as he cleaned you off. Jungkook’s hand slid down over your stomach, flicking the straps against your skin, small snaps of pain that made you gasp, trapped in Jungkook’s power, letting him take over you. He took a step back, forcing you to arch your spine and look up at him, a curtain of cobalt surrounding that handsome face and those intense brown eyes.

No one could make you feel the way Yoongi made you feel. No one.

So...

Why did staring up at Jungkook like this do things to you? Why did it put your heart on a string and tension in your throat? Get it together. You weren't a teenager. Ask for what you want. He was just so insanely attractive in every way.

Jungkook smirked and you wanted him to ruin you. 

He lifted you up easily. You saw Yoongi standing up and wiping his chin, self-satisfied and amused. He tilted his head and plucked one of the straps on your stomach, a light, erotic sting. Yoongi made eye contact with you, locking you in his gaze. A single look, and your heart was fluttering, immediately smitten. One by one, fingers wrapping around a few of the straps and pulling you to him, backing up, leading you to the bed by own your lingerie. 

"Why today?" Yoongi drawled, tracing the curve of the bra cup, sending shivers over your skin. "Feeling risky?"

You raised a brow, focusing on him, trapped in those cat-like eyes. 

"Control yourself. Aren't you used to this body by now?"

Yoongi grinned devilishly, darting closer, leaving you breathless in his speed. The scent of his cologne and your orgasm lingered on his skin, a delicious combination. 

"Never."

Kissing you, taking your startled inhale, and you could taste yourself, fuck, just something about his skilled lips and your taste had your fingers twisting into Yoongi's shirt, rolling your body into his, still being so careful, but it was so hard because he was making it so hard, teasing you with that deft tongue, bursts of pleasure with every heartbeat you had while captured in Yoongi's lips. You missed it, this intensity, the overwhelming feeling that Yoongi gave you, being able to give in to the want, but you still couldn't give in without abandon, but you were so close. 

So close. 

Ruin me. 

He pushed you lightly and you felt another pair of arms wrap around you, the kiss suddenly broken, but the second touch was familiar now, one tattooed arm, one not, and you knew that if you fell, these arms could catch you.

Jungkook put you in his lap, your back touching his bare chest. Oh, shit. Before you could think much about it, he turned you so you were laying in his arms princess-style. He must have removed his sweatshirt while you were talking to Yoongi, but he still wearing his pants, now sitting in the side of the bed, blue hair messy from your hands and the removal of his clothes. Your arms hooked around his neck instinctively, not wanting to fall, but he had his right hand splayed across your shoulder blades, holding you up securely. 

"Mmm, this is nice," Jungkook murmured, playfully smiling. He nuzzled your nose, tongue flicking over your lips. "Why did you make us wait so long, hm?"

You frowned, breath against his chin. "The number of cases got higher... and you all were so busy... I couldn't get tested until recently."

Jungkook made a disgruntled noise. 

"Hey, public health and safety is important."

He pouted at you. "But..."

"He's horny and wants to fuck," Yoongi cut in.

"Hyung…!"

Yoongi pulled up his chair and sat down, looking amused. 

"He's been jacking off to your pictures."

"N-no, I haven't!"

"Really? I have."

Yoongi's face was completely neutral. It was hard to tell if he was lying or not. 

Jungkook tried to hide his flushed face with your hair. "... M-Maybe I h-have..."

"Tsk, tsk, naughty Jungkookie," you teased.

"Noona..."

"And you?"

You felt Yoongi grasp your chin, tipping you back in Jungkook's arms. Some of your hair fell over your eyes, hazing your vision of Yoongi. Even so, his intent was obvious. You could feel it in his gaze, the burning hunger, his fingertips caressing your chin, leaning forward slightly to observe you. 

I want to ruin you. 

Yoongi didn't have to say it. You knew it, pierced by the predatory glint in his eyes. You could tell he missed this, could tell that he wanted to give in to his desires, wanted to lose control, only limited by his own physical body.

However. 

He pressed his thumb into your lower lip, lifting a brow. 

Jungkook was here now.

Yoongi gave you his trademark open-mouthed smirk. 

"Ruin me," you whispered, staring into those cat-like dark brown eyes. The recognition was instant, pleased that you knew what he wanted. You shifted your attention to the maknae, his chocolate eyes wide, watching your tongue slide out and licking Yoongi's thumb. "Ruin me, Jungkook."

You loved the way Jungkook could turn from blushing anxiousness to sly confidence, and all it took was your words and the way you said them, enabling him in the best way possible. The dark blue hair helped accented the shift in demeanor, creating cool-toned shadows over his lightly tanned skin. 

"Anything for you," Jungkook purred.

You gasped sharply as you felt two fingers slide into you, Jungkook’s thumb rubbing your overstimulated clit. Your body jerked, trying to get away, but Yoongi's hand on your chin slid down, pressing on your chest, holding you still, your name a dangerous rasp from Yoongi's lips.

"Stay still."

Your eyes flickered down. Right hand. Okay. You shouldn’t be worried anymore, but you were. It was habit.

"Yoon–ah!"

You gasped, left arm firmly behind Jungkook's shoulders and the other behind you, your hand on the bed to steady your balance as Yoongi shoved the bra cups down, exposing your breasts. He lowered his head, the contact of his lips on your hot skin paired with Jungkook's thrust of his fingers into your pussy. Instant waves of pleasure overtook you, fingers sinking into the sheets and Jungkook’s hair, fuck, his beautiful navy hair standing out against your skin and, for some reason, seeing that made you feel prettier, thrusting your chest in Yoongi’s face to get more into his mouth, spreading your legs wide to give Jungkook more access.

Only a brief moment of, I should know better, I shouldn’t be doing this, and then Yoongi’s eyes were on you, tongue flicking your red nipple.

Let go.

Was this even fair to them? Could you satisfy both? Could you and should you? But Yoongi’s eyes were telling you to let go, to chase the feeling, to give in, and hunt the desperation and the want. They wanted you. There was nothing like this and there will never be anything like this again.

“Give it to me,” Yoongi growled.

You whined sharply as you felt two more fingers push into you, but not Jungkook’s fingers, Yoongi’s fingers, his thumb joining Jungkook’s on your clit and your eyes rolled back, so wet and aroused from knowing both Jungkook’s and Yoongi’s fingers were thrusting into you, four in total, your pussy sucking them in, back arching as Yoongi sucked on your nipple. So much pleasure, rapidly ascending higher and higher, so fucking full and tight that their fingers were making sloppy smacking sounds, matching rhythm so they filled you completely together, all at once.

You couldn’t stop your hips from meeting them, fingers spreading out in Jungkook’s hair and the sheets as you came hard, gasping their names, euphoria soaring through your nerves, and still they didn’t stop even though your pussy was violently spasming, creating a messy splatter of your juices on the inside of your thighs and their hands. Instead, the pace changed, Yoongi switching sides on your chest, and then you really couldn’t think, because Jungkook was lowering his head too, and now both of your nipples were getting abused, Jungkook’s arm firmly under your upper back to hold you up, not letting you fall.

“Yoongi, Jungkook… p-please, oh fuck!”

Your other hand flew up and buried in Yoongi’s dark locks, both hands in their hair now, one blue, one black, another orgasm crashing down, moan torn from your chest. And they kept going, changing the pace again, your toes and fingers curling, every muscle tense with irresistible, consuming ecstasy that you almost felt a little numb, unable to compute anything else but your body scantily covered in lace, two mouths sucking on your nipples, four fingers stuffed into you, clit engorged and sending violent shocks throughout your system. You couldn’t even discern one orgasm from another, pussy continuously throbbing and convulsing with the continuous, chained orgasms, so wet that it was soaking the tops of your stockings, the sweet honey of your cum the predominant scent in the room.

“I… I-I can’t take a-anymore, please…”

Your legs threatened to close but Yoongi snapped his head up, snarling your name dangerously.

“One more,” he ordered. “Give us one more.”

“Your pussy feels so good,” Jungkook panted, saliva dripping down your chest. “I love it so fucking much, even when it’s around my fingers.”

You were trying to hold back, trying to control it, tensing everything, your core, your legs, your arms, and you didn’t even realize it, but you held your breath too, biting your lip and seeing Yoongi and Jungkook at the same time, both watching you, fingers punishingly squelching into your tight little hole, stretching it out unforgivingly, abused clit pulsating so hard it almost hurt, and it was exactly what you wanted, brimming, boiling pleasure that threatened you on the brink, closer, closer, closer, and the world was almost hazy with how ferociously you had constricted the coil.

“Fuck!”

You threw your head back, back abruptly arching and smacking them in the face with your tits as everything came plummeting down, resolve cracking with a wanton howl, orgasm racking through your entire frame so hard that your body lurched and flinched, Yoongi and Jungkook cradling you while you rode your high, grinding your hips into their hands and carnally moaning, liquid gushing out and dripping down your legs, your ass, down Jungkook’s sweatpants and onto the bed.

It was such an intense orgasm that you were lightheaded, hands slipping out of their hair and falling down, drained, aftershocks causing your body to shudder, even as they removed their fingers. Your clit was still throbbing, pumps of pleasure spreading through you.

It was obscene witnessing Yoongi and Jungkook cleaning their fingers off right in front of you, pink tongues sliding between the digits, licking off your viscous cum, giving you a perverse sense of satisfaction when Yoongi moaned softly and Jungkook groaned lowly, savoring your taste like a fine wine. Yoongi spied your exhausted, smug expression.

“Do you think you’re done?”

You gave him a weak smirk. “I better not be.”

“Sit in Jungkook’s lap,” Yoongi said calmly. “Face me.”

You tilted your head curiously but did as you were told, shifting your still quivering legs so your thighs were on the outside of Jungkook’s thighs, the balance a little difficult, but Yoongi took your hands and placed them around his hips. You held onto him as he lifted his shirt, pulling it over his head.

“Jungkook, rip her panties off.”

Wait, what did Min Yoongi just s–?

Two strong hands dug out the lace trapped in your ass and fastened around the thin fabric.

Riiiiiiip!

“Yoongi!”

The shirt fluffed his black hair as he removed it, dropping it onto his chair. You glared at him as Yoongi looked down at you, expression blank, dark brown orbs full of mischief.

“You knew it was going to happen. If he wasn’t going to rip it, I was.” Yoongi placed his right hand on his left shoulder. His tone dropped, mockingly rueful. “You wouldn’t want me to hurt myself, right?”

Yeah, this was why you didn’t wear lingerie.

But, also, this was why you wore it today.

You felt Jungkook tugging off the now useless pair of panties, plucking them out from under your garter belt. Oh well. You liked the red more anyway. That’s why you had bought two sets, after all.

“Remind me to take all the bits before I go,” you grumbled.

“Sure, noona.” Jungkook dangled the said lacy bits next to your head. You narrowed your eyes and mouth into slits even though he couldn’t see. “I’ll put them in my pocket.” You felt him shove them into his sweatpants.

Were you… going to remember?

Yoongi beckoned you. You shot him a warning look, still annoyed, but Yoongi pointed down to your hands on his hips.

“Isn’t there something you want?” Yoongi mused in that raspy, dark tone, the one that made your irritation fade instantly and replace it with arousal. “Take it.”

He cocked his head, shading his dark eyes with his hair, pink lips parting, the slightest hint of a smirk. Challenging you. Go on. Show me how much you want me. Your body still buzzed with the aftermath of moments before and yet you still lowered your head, sliding your hips back, sucking in a breath as your puffy pussy lips touched Jungkook’s toned chest, smearing yourself on his skin.

“Ooh, I like this,” Jungkook murmured, leaning back a little to give you space. You rocked your hips into his torso, his muscles flexing under you opening, inflamed clit brushing against his hardness. You pushed Yoongi’s pants and underwear down, dipping your head, hearing Yoongi breathe your name lustfully.

“That’s a pretty picture.”

He was only semi-hard, but he was getting harder and harder, watching you grind against Jungkook’s pecs. You knew exactly how to get him the hardest, dipping down and latching your mouth around one of his balls.

“Fuck, yes,” Yoongi gasped, his hand coming up and fitting behind your head. You sucked it into your mouth and then extended your tongue, bouncing the other with your wet muscle while sucking the first one. The first time you did this, Yoongi was literally speechless, sputtering and confused at how you could stimulate both at once and in two different ways, sucking with your lips as your tongue flicked against the other, slurping slightly to add vibration over the sensitive skin. You felt his cock swell, smacking your cheek, fully hard at the combined sensations.

“I still don’t know how you do that,” Yoongi gritted out, keeping your hair away from your face.

“Do what?” Jungkook asked behind you, one hand on your ass and squeezing it.

“She can suck one of your balls and lick the other at the same time.”

“What?!”

You yelped at the sharp sting of Jungkook’s slap to your ass.

“How come you never did that for me?” Jungkook complained, whining a little.

You tried to lift your head, but Yoongi’s hand refused to move. You make a muffled noise of distaste, but Yoongi answered for you as you switched sides.

“Have you asked?” Yoongi replied calmly, sighing in satisfaction.

“How am I supposed to know she has porn star skills?”

“Is this a discussion for right now?” you mumbled into Yoongi’s balls.

“No, because you’re supposed to be swallowing.”

“Wha–”

The second your mouth opened, Yoongi nudged his cock between your lips and you wrapped them around it, moaning as his stiff length slid down your throat, so satisfying, his taste on your tongue, so delicious that you didn’t even want to complain, you only wanted to bob your head up and down, hands on his hips. Yoongi chuckled above you, guiding your head with his right hand, left loosely by his side. You slid your lower body up and down Jungkook’s chest, your increased slickness adding more stimulation.

“Fuck, that’s so damn hot,” you heard Jungkook groan. There was a rustle of fabric and then skin on skin, his muscular arm brushing against your stocking clad thigh with every stroke.

If only you could take a picture and could see how sexy you were, blowing Yoongi with his hand behind your head, tucking the head of his cock into your throat a little deeper every time you descended, your pussy sliding up and down Jungkook’s chest, and Jungkook furiously jacking himself off while watching you suck his hyung off, feeling your slippery clit throb against his skin.

Good thing the door was locked, because of any other member walked in on this, it might have become a damn foursome.

“Close,” Yoongi panted, fingers digging into your scalp. “You want it like this?”

You hummed approvingly in your chest, increasing your pace and fucking Jungkook’s torso harder, nearing your end too, Jungkook moaning louder and pumping himself harder. So many indecent sounds, skin on skin, mouth on skin, hand on skin, moaning, crying out around Yoongi’s cock, his saliva-covered balls smacking you in the chin, you ass slapping down on Jungkook’s chest.

Hot, wet, positively sinful.

The chain reaction started with Jungkook. He came suddenly, choking on your name, shooting up your chest, warm stickiness splattering onto your skin and you squeezed your eyes shut, moaning as you came all over his chest, slippery and sweet, drenching his skin, throat muscles tightening, Yoongi whimpering your name, a rare moment of lost control as he thrust his hips into your lips, coating your throat with thick hot strings, forcing you to swallow fast, the pressure satisfying and overwhelming, gulping it all down eagerly.

You did ask to be ruined.

Just… a little more.

Your eyes were still closed, lazily licking Yoongi’s twitching length. He was panting above you, gently stroking your hair, words so soft that they were almost inaudible.

“I love you…”

You went all the way down and Yoongi groaned, your tongue flicking the top of his balls, rapid, swift laps that made his cock swell again, bending against the roof of your mouth. Yoongi chuckled, knowing exactly what you were doing.

“Still want more?”

You backed up, panting hard, Jungkook’s cum clinging to your chest and lingerie, hair a mess from Yoongi’s hand.

“Want your cock in my pussy,” you demanded hoarsely. “Want you to fuck me, Yoongi.”

He pretended to think about it. “Hmm, I don’t know…”

You got off Jungkook’s lap, snaking around the younger man’s body, crawling onto the bed, eyes on Yoongi, his intense gaze following you, enticed by your movement. On all fours, hips in the air, dropping your chest down a little, the curve of your back accentuating the roundness of your bare ass. Still in your garter belt and stockings, your bra half-off, the lowered cups pushing your breasts together invitingly. Jungkook turned his head, pink lips parting as your fingers fanned out over the sheets, one eyebrow arching gracefully.

“Jungkook in front. Yoongi behind.”

“Do… Do you want a towel or something, noona?” Jungkook asked, blinking rapidly at your assertiveness.

“I want to get fucked and I want to get fucked now, so get over here.”

“Bed’s going to be a mess,” Yoongi remarked, moving quickly, shedding his pants and going for the nightstand, taking out a condom.

“We can sleep in Jungkook’s room,” was your dry reply, yanking Jungkook’s hips towards you after he removed his sweatpants.

“Wha– ack!”

You spread his legs out in front of you, eyes roaming over his naked body, admiring it all, his legs, his abs, his pecs, covered in your drying juices, his adorable surprised face, navy curls around his chiseled cheeks, chocolate eyes round and awed at your prowess. Your hands were on his knees, breasts hanging down, breathing hard, adrenaline humming in your veins.

“You are so fucking pretty it’s unreal,” Jungkook breathed.

You grinned.

“I can’t wait for you to fuck my face.”

Jungkook grinned back at you.

You dove down, tits bouncing before becoming squashed against the bed, Jungkook’s drying cum flaking off as you wrapped your lips around one of his balls, moaning as you felt Yoongi’s hands firmly grip your hips.

“You have to help me a little,” Yoongi murmured.

“I will, hyung.”

“I mean her too,” the older man chuckled, smacking your ass playfully. Your tongue flitted out, slurping at Jungkook’s other ball from the side of your mouth as you sucked the first one, wiggling your ass at Yoongi to indicate that you heard him. Jungkook yelped, hands slamming down onto the pillows and clutching them, moaning out your name.

“What the fuck, what the fuck, holy shit…” His head hit the headboard lightly, speaking to the ceiling and maybe even the higher power himself. “H-How...? Why does it feel s-so good…?”

You felt Yoongi slide in, so easy because of all those back-to-back orgasms, and yet he still hissed at your tightness, muscles holding him firmly. You could cry with how good it felt, Yoongi finally fully inside you once again, filling you up just the way you liked, knowing how to hit your deepest spot right away, skillful and wonderful. You licked up Jungkook’s now hard length, moaning deeply as you slapped your hips back into Yoongi’s crotch. Yoongi moaned to match yours, enraptured by the feeling.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good,” he hissed, nails digging into your ass. “Missed you so fucking much, my love.”

“I’ll do the moving, love,” you gasped back, squeezing Yoongi’s cock inside you. You reached for Jungkook’s right hand and grabbed it, planting it on your head. “Fuck my face, Jungkook. Please. Don’t hold back until you cum.”

Jungkook bit his lip, exhaling your name. “I think I love you.”

“And I definitely love you, so please give it to me.”

You closed your lips around him and sank down, looking up at him and his sweaty dark blue hair, his blown-out pupils, his outstretched tattooed arm, so fucking hot, fuck yes you loved him, him and his body and his work ethic and his sweetness and his firmness as he obeyed your command, thrusting into your mouth from below, filling your throat with the thick head.

Perfect.

You rocked your hips back to Jungkook’s rhythm, matching him, slow at first, but gradually faster, rougher, planting your hands on the bed for balance, completely focused on clenching your core and your mouth to fit the two cocks, giving them the maximum amount of pleasure that you could offer, suffocating them with tightness. It if was obscene before, it was ten times obscener now, Yoongi’s hand on your hip, barely having to move as you smacked your ass into him, Jungkook lurching you forward with his force, clenching his jaw as he chased his release, the bed screaming for help and none of you listening.

“You’re so fucking sexy, fuck, you always make me feel so good, can’t help but want you, need you, miss you so fucking much,” Jungkook gritted out, fingers curling in your hair, desperately and viscerally whimpering out your name as you tipped your head to change the angle, the sensitive head dragging against the roof of your mouth as he buried himself in your throat. “You’re so good to me, such a soft and tight mouth, fuck.”

You arched your back a little more, Yoongi hitting you deeper, hearing him suck in a tight breath at your movement.

“Tighter,” Yoongi growled. “I’m close, come on, give it to me.”

And then he smacked your ass with his open palm, making you moan around Jungkook’s thick cock, pussy clenching around Yoongi’s entire length, and then again, smack! Control slipping with every hit, falling into Jungkook’s pace, the sheer force of his hips pushing you down on Yoongi’s cock over and over, now only focused on hollowing out your cheeks and gripping Yoongi’s cock, the sudden twitching indicating that Yoongi was close, so close, holding out a little so he could watch you longer, torturing you just the way you liked, but he couldn’t hold out for long because you didn’t let him, walls pulsating around him brutally as you came, stuffed so full that you couldn’t think. Yoongi groaned your name, gripping your ass with both hands and digging his nails in your softness, cock jolting as he came in thick pumps, filling up the condom and swelling it against your walls.

It took Jungkook a little longer, but not that much longer, your mouth still locked tight and he hissed out your name, whimpering as he came down your throat, filling it with cum once again, so fast that you had to swallow hastily to breathe, and yet there was more, thick salty dribbles that made you moan, so delicious that you leaned into it, sucking Jungkook dry.

“A-ah, n-noona…”

Your body ached, flinching from oversensitivity, your mind swimming with pleasure. Had it ever felt this good before? You slid off Jungkook’s cock, falling against his thigh and using it like a pillow, chest heaving, sticky all over, lips overused, pussy throbbing, barely realizing that Yoongi had pulled out, far too spent to see straight.

“Fuck, I love you two…”

Yoongi’s face suddenly appeared, smug expression above you. He had crawled over your body, ruffled black hair hanging down, dark cat eyes gleaming.

“Romantic.”

“You’re one to talk.”

“Mmm.”

He leaned down and kissed you, smiling against your lips, mouthing his love to you, forming each word against your skin slowly so you knew. You smiled back, showering him with light pecks, mouthing the words back to him. Yoongi purred and lifted himself up, taking you with him.

“I can’t move,” you complained, using your arms to push yourself up to avoid straining Yoongi’s shoulders. He chuckled, not the least bit fooled by your whines. He pushed you into Jungkook’s hard chest, covered in sweat and cum, and sandwiched you between them, your face right beside Jungkook’s, cheek to cheek. You could feel the heat in his face, his hair sticking to it.

“Noona?”

“Hm?”

Everything was far too messy for this cuddle session, but that could wait.

“Is it okay if I love you?” Jungkook mumbled, burying his nose in your hair.

“Mhm,” Yoongi responded, sounding sleepy.

You brushed Jungkook’s hair away from his face. “I would very much like that.”

“Everything is dirty,” Yoongi grumbled.

“You are a main contributor,” you said cheerfully.

Yoongi grunted, leaning against you, squashing you a little harder against Jungkook. Nothing to complain about. You were enjoying every second of this.

“Jungkookie?”

“Hm, noona?”

You reached up and ran a hand through his dark cerulean hair. Jungkook hummed appreciatively, closing his eyes at your touch.

“You know this shade is Cookie Monster blue, right?”

“… Hah?”

“Does that make you Ggukkie Monster?”

Yoongi burst out laughing, raspy and full, a rare moment of Min Yoongi absolutely losing his shit.

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part v "Sorry, Jungkook, you're not allowed this time."

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strawberry ice cream🍓 dylan o’brien

where dylan appears on a talk show for an interview. They discuss a variety of things, but when it comes to his and y/n's great connection, he can't stop himself from gushing about her.

tw: tbh… there’s some dom!dylan towards the end bahahah

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Dylan’s more than happy.

He's finally got everything he's wanted and more. So when he got invited to be a guest on Jimmy Fallon's talk show to talk about it, he immediately responded with a huge YES. The crowd cheered as he walked on stage, sitting down on the couch and grabbing the mug on the desk. He looked super charming, his hair long and his facial hair nice and trimmed. He wore a tight-fitted black sweater that flattered his broad shoulders and black tight denim jeans. Once the audience has died down, Jimmy begins the interview. They discuss his previous films and how difficult it was to film and perform in them. The conversation goes easy, with a lot of laughter.

"I meant to mention when you walked in here," Jimmy starts another topic. "I see you still have your long hair cut, which looks amazing on you by the way."

"Thank you, actually Y/n told me to keep it." That was completely true. She saw the growth of Dylan's hair and she begged him not to cut it. He was totally okay with that, because Y/n scratching his hair was something he felt like he couldn't live without.

"And speaking of Y/n, we've all just got to know this," Jimmy says while pointing outwards to the crowd. "How's it like being such a busy man while dating such a beautiful girl like Y/n?"

Dylan's face lights up at the chance to talk about her.

"Ah, you know when you got such an amazing girl like her you make time. I find myself being more attached to her every single day. Matter a fact, where are you? Y/n, come here baby!" Y/n comes from the darkness of backstage, and the crowd starts clapping once they see her face. She smiles wide and bright, and waves at the crowd.

"That's my baby!" Dylan exclaims, his eyes wide open as he takes in the beauty of Y/n. She looked so perfect. Her green satin bodycon dress accentuated her curves, and her hair was left long down to her butt. She looks at him solely from backstage, smiling and blowing kisses. He couldn't believe she was his.

"So is it love?" Jimmy asks.

"I'm in love, yes. Without a doubt." Dylan says in response to the question.

"I mean, we can all see you're in love by the way you're staring at her. You've nearly got heart eyes right now, don't you?" Jimmy cracks jokes, and the crowd laughs back.

"I couldn't agree with you more. Look at her, dude! I still can't believe she's mine after all this time. It's fucking crazy." Dylan says. When he glances backstage, he sees Y/n smiling softly.  He mouths an "I love you" and she blushes as the crowd erupts in applause.

"So, when did you realize you were in love with her? I had to ask."Jimmy asks as he sips his water, "Like when was the time when you were just like, I really want to be with this girl?"

"Uh, actually I don't think there was a time where I was just like "I really wanna be with her", because I think I always knew. Of course, I've felt that way at times, and I still do, but I feel like I've always known it. Since the first time we met." Dylan says as he shifts around on the couch. And it's true. Even at times when he was in denial, he knew it was going to be her he wanted.

"But when I first fell in love..." Dylan trails off for a second. He rests his chin in his palms as he leans against the armrest, thinking about Jimmy's question.

"...I don't know. I really don't. It came so naturally, I don't think I can pinpoint exactly when," Dylan starts. "I think it was small things. How I always wanna talk to her. I literally wanna text her about the most random shit ever." He lets out a chuckle as he scratches his facial hair. "Or like the late-night trips to the grocery store, and how every time we go she just has to get one of those mini ice cream cone things. Literally every time, and if we somehow don't remember to get one she gets super sad." The crowd laughs at Dylan's statement and Jimmy hushes them down.

"How does it feel, to be this in love?" Jimmy continues on about the topic.

"It feels amazing, Jimmy. She's like a breath of fresh air." Dylan says. "I just wanna scream and shout it to the whole world, It's so insane."

"Do it," Jimmy says. "I mean you're on national Tv, why don't you-"

"WOO! I'm in love!" Dylan interrupts him, now jumping on the couch like a little kid. He looked silly doing it, a grown man jumping on the couch with dress shoes on and everything. His tall body made the couch sink in and back up again. "I'm in loveee!"

Y/n smiles and laughs at him jumping on Jimmy's couch. His hair's now untamed, and he runs his fingers through his hair before looking at Y/n and making a heart with his hands while continuing to jump on Jimmy's couch. She gives him one back.

“Hey! Don't ruin my seats, man! You weren't kidding." Jimmy laughs and so does the crowd, clapping at Dylan's act of love.

"Okay, okay! Sorry." He giggles a bit before sitting back down in his seat. It takes a while for the crowd to die down again, and when it does, Jimmy gets back to the topic.

"Actually, thanks to Dylan we have a video on Y/n getting sad about the ice cream from his Instagram story," Jimmy states, the video now playing on the big screen for the crowd to see. As the video begins, Y/n rushes to the spot next to Dylan. Before she can fully sit down, he takes her wrist and pulls her into his lap. In the process, her silky dress rides up, and Y/n lets out a little scream as she feels Dylan's palm on her ass, shielding her from the audience. The crowd reacts to the sight with a variety of exclamations.

"What are you guys laughing about?" Jimmy, who seemed to be more concentrated on the video than anything else, asked the two.

"Nothing, Jimmy!" Y/n says as lets out a giggle for only Dylan to hear, and a dangerous smile tugs at his lips in response. Jimmy gives them an odd look, and the audience chuckles as he returns his gaze to the video.

"Dylan! I don't go in this with you this one time and you forget my cone!" Y/n whines at the emptiness of her hands, right where the cone should be. She remembers the taste of the creamy strawberry ice cream and the crunchy strawberry bits and she gets even more upset.

"I'm sorry!" Dylan puts his hands up in surrender, looking at the camera. He comes over to her and showers the tops of her head with kisses, making his way to do the same to her face.

The video ends. Y/n hides her face in Dylan's sweater, whining in embarrassment. "Dylan! Why would you give that to him? I look like such a brat." She complains, her voice muffled in his sweater but loud enough for the crowd to hear.

"Oh, shush. You're my spoiled brat." Dylan bounces his leg and rolls his eyes, making Y/n bounce along on his lap. "Shhh," he whispers as he pats her back like a child. His other hand still remains on her ass.

"Dylannn," Y/n laughs, putting her arms to his chest and pushing to try to get away, only for Dylan's grip to get tighter.

"Guys she acts like this, but she loves being babied," Dylan says to the crowd. Jimmy laughs as he fixes his collar, getting more comfortable in his seat. "Man, I don't blame Y/n for being mad at you bout the ice cream. It was that one time! And you managed to forget." He laughs.

"Not you too!" Dylan shouts at him while letting out a loud chuckle, still bouncing his leg for Y/n.

"No no no, I completely agree with Jimmy. You suck, Dylan." Y/n says against his shoulder.

"Um, like you said, it was only that one time." Dylan shoots back.

"What if it was my last straw?" Y/n challenges and the crowd lets out laughs at the two's petty argument.

"Alright, how bout after this we go straight to the store and I'll buy you all the ice cream that smart mouth desires? Hm? How's that sound?" Dylan says as he pets her head, her hair soft against his palms.

"Alright guys, thanks for comin' out, I'mma third wheel Y/n and Dylan for the ice cream, so goodnight New York!" Jimmy shouts and Dylan and Y/n both wave goodbye to the crowd. Her head's still buried in Dylan's shoulder, who's still bouncing his leg and petting her on the head.

"Ready for that ice cream?"

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can u do an enemy to lovers au with han jisung where they are in a hidden fwb relationship? thank u~ 🥺

I really look some creative liberties with this one HA but the product...hehe, I hope that you enjoy it love! I also kinda accidentally made it a period piece??? Like 50′s-60′s? Idk how this happened but the vibe and the music I was listening to while writing really put me in that mood haha

blue velvet | reader x jisung |

Paring: self insert, gender neutral reader x han jisung

Genre: smut n’ angst

Tags: stripper!jisung, stripper!reader, bi!jisung, enemies (competitors) to lovers, secret relationship, friends with benefits, explicit language, mentions of alcohol, degrading names, choking, spanking, v mild spit play, unprotected sex (wrap it before you slippity slap it friends), creampie, cum eating, scratching, oral (reader receiving) semi-public sex, hello yes this one is kinda filthy ooooops

Word count: 3.2k

Recommended listening: Blue Velvet by Bobby Vinton

Fuck. It’s hot in here. Too fucking hot.

Reconnaissance. That’s what you were doing. It was fucking disgusting. Everyone in the room was just as fake as the pleather belts that held their guts in. You had never seen anything more embarrassing in your whole life. Desperation was sweating off the walls and sunk into your skin. It made you feel sick.

You scoffed and took a long sip from your drink.

“One more?” An attentive maître d' asked you--if he could even been called that in a place like this.

You covered your hand over your glass. You refused to pay for any more of that cheap tasting shit.

Next to you a rapt group of men in suits wagged their tails at the view. She wasn’t even very pretty.

Rolling your eyes, you scoped out the rest of the room, adorned in red velvet and gold nearly everywhere. What was this? A high school musical? Even those had more class than this place.

You checked your sliver wristwatch lined by dainty diamonds. You always did like gifts. Too bad rarely anyone would get anything in return.

The girls on the stage twirled around, giving the audience the best view that they could, tiger-prowling to those waving bills in their grabby hands. They were tanned and fashioned into strappy and lacy pieces that looked like they all must have shared them. Pathetic.

“You come here often?”

He swirled some clear looking liquid in his crystal glass, the little string of olives clinking the side.

“Are you speaking to me?”

“No, I’m talking to them.” He head nodded to the same group of greasy businessmen. “I haven’t seen you here before.”

“It’s my first time...and likely my last.”

“Huh. Tough critic.”

He didn’t look like the rest of them. Younger, reeking less of starved attention. He had golden blonde hair, and a silk white shirt unbuttoned far into a deep V. He was toned: the muscles on his arms were visible under the thin fabric and his abs made a show thanks to the abandonment of buttons. He wore dress pants perfectly fitted for his thighs. He was...attractive...but not your type.

“What’s not to like? Beautiful people, drinks to make you forget your mistakes? Not your scene?”

You rested your chin in your palm. “It’s my scene, but not this scene.”

“Suit yourself.” He took another swing, pivoting his body towards you, legs spread wide. “I think I know someone who can change you mind though.”

“In this place? Unlikely.”

“Come on...just stay a little bit longer and they’ll come out. They’re the last act of the night for a reason.” He signaled to the maître d' and whispered something into his ear. “Drinks on me. If you’ll stay?”

“Free drinks?” You put down your empty glass. “I suppose I can’t say no to that.”

╚ ——————————————— ╝

It was thirty minutes till closing, and you had stayed much longer than you had liked. After all the drinks you had to pass the time, you were starting to feel a little buzz, but nothing much really phased you these days. You started to wonder if he had been pulling some kind of prank. Nothing you had seen was what he had hyped it up to be.

The lights dimmed behind you, making the room dark enough for the tiny white candles at the tables to provide the only light. Spotlights flashed on from behind you too, illuminating the U shaped stage. With the lights, the music faded into something much more sultry.

The first two girls stepped out, both of them wearing white sets that were nearly identical with sheer robes. Two others stepped out after them, this time wearing red and black. It was the same thing you had been seeing all night.

The spotlight tightened.

It was him.

He was wearing a button down and those same pants, everything seemed so tight on him, accentuating every curve of his body. Strangely, when he walked out, he was greeted with wolf-whistles and hoots. He winked back at his spectators, nearly falling out of their chairs to see him better. It was even stranger considering the audience was filled with men.

He walked around the girls on stage as if he was inspecting them, his eyes eating up every bit of their skin. He confidence was unparalleled. He would run his hands down their sides, digging his fingers into their hips. They circled around him until his body was covered with their hands, teasing the audience, just barely touching around his dick, which with his pants...there was little room for imagination.

Silent moans left his lips once they started undressing him giving him their full attention. The cheers grew even louder. Before long, he was nearly fully undressed swaying to the music. He wore nothing special, just some briefs, like any normal person would. It was...confusing.

He took turns “giving attention” to every girl, looking at them like he worshiped the ground the walked on. They would grind their bodies together, or he would pick them up in his arms, and they would wrap their long legs around him. He would pantomime fucking them from behind, screwing up his face as if he really was. Everyone went crazy for that.

It didn’t last for very long and the lights soon went all the way down, leaving the stage scattered with sweating bodies, panting as if they had just cum, entangling themselves all in eachother.

You were a bit unenthused, but it was different. There was something about him that was different.

╚ ——————————————— ╝

“Were the drinks enough for you?” His voice called to you just as you were about to leave. This time, he returned wearing the same silk shirt.

“I hope that I didn’t make you pay for too many.” You pouted with faux empathy.

“And the show?” He grinned a little.

“Interesting. Considering a place like this.”

He laughed a little. “I help with...the imagination.”  

“So they pretend that you’re them. I’ll admit, it’s smart.”

“You’d be surprised, somedays I get more male customers compared to most of the girls here.” He bit his lip as if recalling a memory. “They pay well too, pay for whatever they aren’t getting at home. Who am I do deny them that when it’s my job?

“You sleep with them?”

“The ones I like.”

“Sounds exhausting.”

“Can be. In a good way.” He let out a sharp laugh. “So. Did I prove you wrong?”

“Hmmm. I could do better.”

He popped his brows up. “You could?”

He was intriguing. You decided to give him a bite. “I dance at La Rose Rouge.”

“You dance at that overpriced, snotty ass place?” His words turned poisonous.  What’s it like dancing for a guy who’s got a stick so far up his ass--”

“--The price is right, and you get what you pay for there...especially if its me.”

“How am I not surprised?”

“I need to go, I’ve seen all I could here.” You bowed at him a little.

“Wait.” He grabbed at your arm. “I’ve still got one more thing to show you. Follow me.”

 ╚ ——————————————— ╝

Your insides were on fire as he fucked into you. Every time that he thrust into you, he was relentless and unforgiving. He was going so fast you could barely catch your breath. You were bent over some dusty old sofa in an equally dusty dressing room. You would kill him if he left bruises on your hips from how hard he was holding you.

“fuck. shit.” He panted, then reached one of his hands around to rub at your sensitive sex, slick with your excitement.

He was so fucking cocky, but he knew what the hell he was doing. He bent over your back, sucking into your skin, wrapping his arms around you to tweak your nipples. He was wrecking you from the inside out, devouring you like he had never tasted anything like you.

He kicked your legs open even farther. “Fucking moan for me, slut.”

You had barely let him hear more than a few gasps, he didn’t deserve it. You wanted him to moan for you.

“Who are you calling slut?” You said with venom.

You shoved off of him, and he looked devastated. He was cute. He even frowned regretfully like he had done something wrong.

The metal of your rings dug into his neck when you grabbed it, squeezing as hard as you could. Your hot breath snuck into his ear, “No, you fucking moan for me...slut.”

You attacked his lips, tracing the insides of his mouth with your tongue. He moaned right into you and grabbed handfuls of your ass with his two hands. Your teeth bit his lip and pulled. His dick trembled between the two of you and he rutted against your stomach to get some kind of relief.

He took one of his hands to your hair before resting his glossy brown eyes on you. “I’d do anything for you.” His voice quivered. “You ruin me.”

“Get on the floor.” You commanded him, and he did as he was told without a question, laying his bare body on the cold concrete.

The chill of the stone stung your knees, but that didn’t matter, you just wanted to see him unravel. You straddled down onto him, taking him in as you sunk down.

“oh shit,” slipped off your tongue without you having much control over it.

You rolled your core over him, back and forth, circling yourself and bouncing up and down as he rolled his eyes back, licking his lips while you did everything that you wanted. As you bounced he held on to your ass, digging his fingertips in. You had your eyes closed, so you didn’t see it when he rose is hand to slap you hard. It burned beautifully.

“—Jisung? Are you done yet? The rest of us are going out.” A female voice called, and rattled the locked door.

“FUCK OFF.” He groaned, and held onto your ass even tighter.

You let out a unamused tsk. “Jisung? That’s your real name?”

He didn’t say anything, but instead swiftly took you in his arms to lay you down. The chill of the floor startled you into wince, but it felt amazing compared to how hot you were. He entered you immediately again, then slung your legs over his shoulders. His blonde hair appeared to bounce a little with each thrust.

You knew exactly what you were doing when you dragged your nails down his arms, waterfalling pink, perfect, lines. His whole body seized at the sensation, sending him into a fury. He licked his hand from palm to fingers, not breaking your gaze as he used it to rub relentlessly at you.

You were on the edge.  

“Want my cum, you whore?”

You were close as well, and it clouded your senses--you felt yourself slipping into him after holding back for so long.

“ye-yes, I want it.”

He came in seconds, doubling over you when he did, panting like a dog, with you gasping just as hard from your own orgasm. He seemed to shake a little as he came down, nearly suffocating you with his body weight. You jiggled your hips just a little to get a rise out of him. You had guessed correctly, someone like him couldn’t take overstimulation.

“Fuck, wait, wait. I-I can’t take anymore.”

You laughed a little and stopped. “You’re no fun.”

“I thought I literally just proved to you that I’m loads of fun.”

“Mmm, I suppose.”

“You liked it?” He ran his hand through his sweaty roots.

“You made me cum, so...usually I have to fake it.”

“Really?”

You nodded.

“I’m honored.” He grinned a little pridefully.

You reached down to your hole to catch a few drops of his cum on your fingers, stretching it out a little and playing with it. He watched you as you did so, eyes wide. You stood to grab his jaw, sticking your fingers in his mouth which he eagerly sucked.

“Where have you been my whole life?” He looked up at you in wonder.

“I’m gonna pretend you didn’t just say that...Jisung.”

He watched you then as you dressed, careful not to forget your gorgeous silver wristwatch.

“I won’t be coming back, so don’t expect that this will happen again.”

“Wait--” He stopped you before you grabbed the door handle. “You didn’t tell me your name--”

“--That’s something you don’t need to know.”

╚ ——————————————— ╝

“Darling, is there anything that I can get you?”

Your manager swept a caring hand to hold you by the small of your back.

“No, thank you though, love.” You shone brightly back to him.

“Just let me know? So far we’ve got a queue for you. Four gentlemen and three ladies. I expect that the tips tonight will be generous...it’s payday.”

You politely nodded. “Of course.”

“Have you been having a hard time with any of the new faces?”

You took a sip of your brandy. “Some of them have some mouth, but I’ll make them dignified. You can trust me.”

“I always do.” He gently kissed your cheek. “Ah, I forgot to mention, one of your customers brought you a gift. It’s in your dressing room; he wants you to wear it for your dance tonight.”

“I do love gifts.”

“Go get ready darling, you haven’t got much more time.”

Once you were in your dressing room, a medium sized white box waited for you on your vanity. There was no labels; no indication that it was from a luxurious brand. You opened it, and the shirt was wrapped in light pink tissue paper. It was too short to be a robe, but it was silk and white with buttons that looked more decorative rather than useful. You figured it must have been your customer’s: many of them got off to you wearing their clothes. It wasn’t your usual style, but you knew how to make anything work.

╚ ——————————————— ╝

“And for our last act of the night: the wonderful, the illustrious...”

You walked out to the silent stage: meant only for you, the stage lights yellow, shrouding you in their brilliance. Your chest was bare, save for the silky shirt falling off your shoulders. They were cheering for you, throwing paper bills at you and calling your name, but you couldn’t hear them at all. You had never felt so whole in your life since being on the stage. It seemed like the rest of your days were just spent chasing some kind of feeling that merely resembled that.

Barefoot, you pranced along the stage, twirling like a ballerina even, letting the shirt billow up just so they could see your perky bottom. With all of their eyes on you, you felt like an absolute vision--like an ethereal being, desired, but impossibly attainable.

The jazz song played on by the live players, a muted trumpet and violins accompanied you. Your eyes swept across the blue velvet curtains of the booths, to every man and woman looking at you in awe. You let the shirt slip just a bit farther, revealing your back, winking. You never had to show them much. It was your charisma that they thirsted for--and that they could only get a small taste of.

╚ ——————————————— ╝

“Darlin’ you’re a catch, an absolute catch.” Your manager snuck up behind you taking your makeup off to hand you the ridiculously fat stack of bills. “You keep us afloat baby, you know that I can’t thank you enough.” He bowed.

“Stop flattering me.” You remarked with a smirk. “I know.”

Your manager left, then the curtain to your room screeched again. He slowly stepped into the light, applauding slightly.

“He’s right you know? Even I can’t get enough of you.”

It was him, cocky smile, swept blonde hair and all.

“You again? I’m surprised that you even made it in here at all. Considering who you are.”

“What? The competition? You didn’t tell them about me, did you?”

You patted some serums into your face. “Better leave soon before they rid you of that handsome face of yours.”

“You saying that I’m handsome?” He snarked.

“What are you doing here anyway?”

“Seeing you, I thought I made that clear? Isn’t that what you were doing when you came to my club?”

“Like what you saw?”

“I stand corrected.” He let up, advancing towards you at your vanity. “And you look just as stunning in my shirt as I thought you would.”

“Your...this is yours? How the hell did you mange that?”

“I have my ways.”

“I suppose you want it back then.”

“No...you can keep it...if you promise me one thing.”

“And what would that be?”

He reached out for your hands, which you tentatively took. He swept you up, pulling you into his chest with eyes dipped in lust.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.” He spoke onto your lips with heated breath.

You would’ve been lying if you had said his lips didn’t look appetizing.

“One more time.”

“Bold of you to assume that I’d want to fuck you again.”

“You haven’t been thinking of it too? My hands on your body...”He caressed your body down, “My lips on yours?” He pulled you in by the chin to carefully part your lips with his. “My dick filling you up?” He pulled you in closer to feel his pulsating dick. “You don’t think about it?”

“What do you want me to say?”

“That you want me. All you have to do is say it and I’m yours.”

“You’re looking to get killed if they know you’ve touched me.”

“I’d happily die for you.”

“I’ll pretend you didn’t say that...Jisung.”

His lips fell to your neck where he pressed slow kisses onto it. “Just say it...”

The cool of his saliva on your skin met the air, tingling. You couldn’t believe you found yourself considering...

“I know you want to...”

“This won’t be a common occurrence.” You got out, suppressing your moans.

“Is that a yes?”

“...yes.”

“And we’ll see about that.” He slyly grinned, meeting your lips once again.

He swept you up, and your legs naturally wrapped around him. He carried you out of the dressing room to the main hall, pulling you both into the nearest booth, drawing the blue velvet curtains behind him. His eyes devoured you, casting aside his silk shirt that loosely clung to you. You threw your weight onto the table, opening your legs for him, inviting him. He chuckled a little at the action.

“I can imagine you must’ve been thinking of this as well then.” He kissed down your stomach, removing what underwear you were barely wearing. He kissed and sucked at the skin in your inner thighs, kindling your excitement. Spit gathered on his tongue, which he let drip down to your sex which glistened for him.

Your core begged for that feeling once again, that feeling only he could give you: the one that made you feel alive, like you weren’t just chasing some impossibility.

He lapped at you slowly with his tongue, awakening your whole body.

“I fucking want you.”

[wall-maria-fritz]

Calm the Fuck Down, Itadori

Yuuji Itadori x Jennifer Lawrence

Summary: Where Yuuji manages to drag Megumi and Nobara to a Tokyo Comic Con.

A/N: I took this way too seriously, jeezus.

“Calm the fuck down, Itadori”

Megumi wanted to shoot himself in the foot.

He absolutely loathed conventions.

Especially when you got a bunch of idiots with a complete disregard for deodorant and personal space simping around in costumes as if they aren’t fully grown men.

Idiots like Itadori, who was currently wasting his life savings on X-Men stickers.

“Yeah,” Nobara piped in, already side-eyeing a man in a green cape with white and blue wings, and funny looking swords that look like box cutters—he was asking her if he could take a picture with her Petra Ral look.

Who the fuck is Petra Ral anyway? Nobara is SURE she looks way cuter though.

“How are you still so gaga over X-Men anyway?” she continues, with a flip of her ginger hair. “You’re literally a sorcerer, Yuuji. You fight curses in real life.”

Almost like whiplash, Yuuji turns on Nobara with an intensity she’s only seen in battle.

“Never. Disrespect X-Men.”

Yuuji was wide eyed; one hand pointing at Nobara, another clutching a handful of stickers and keychains (when did he buy those?) with a very blue woman on them.

Is she… naked? Nobara wonders, but is immediately interrupted by Yuuji’s incoming sermon.

“X-Men is a poignant commentary on society, Kugisaki. It is a masterpiece that only people with taste can appreciate, with characters so well written—“

But Yuuji’s fanboying gospel was cut short when a smattering of whoops and applause erupted from onstage, as a man dressed as… Thanos in a thong—Thongos, he called himself. Ok.—officially started the day’s most awaited event, and that was to meet X-Men’s Hollywood actors, in the flesh!

It was then that Megumi verbalized what everyone was thinking at this point.

“I didn’t know Itadori knew what ‘poignant’ meant”

Yuuji Itadori raced towards the front of the crowd like it was an orgasm out of reach, tightly clutching onto the barricade (also like he was clutching his [redacted]).

He didn’t know when and how his friends managed to catch up to him, but when X-Men’s glittering line up of beautiful people came out on stage, both Nobara and Megumi looked to each other in complete understanding beside him-- of course Itadori was here to simp for Jennifer Lawrence.

And of course he’d spend every yen to his name just to catch a glimpse of this woman in nothing but a skin-tight blue spandex that left no curve nor valley to the imagination.

“I LOVE YOU JENNIFER LAWRENCE”

Yuuji proceeded to fucking shriek in broken English.

“I EAT AMERICAN FOOD FOR YOU”

Megumi and Nobara both took a step from Yuuji.

‘Nope! The weird guy? They don’t know him.’

To their horror, they watch a grinning mouth appear at Yuuji’s cheek, already salivating.

“Gotta give it to ya, punk. That IS one fine ass,”

Sukuna’s mouth let its long tongue lick around his lips.

“I hope you got us some backstage passes, kid”

Megumi and Nobara shivered.

But clearly, Itadori and Sukuna weren’t the only ones going absolutely bananas for the X-Men, it might have very well been the entire building cheering for the cast.

It was until a bald guy in a wheelchair signaled for the audience to quiet down, did the sea of sweaty geeks calm down.

After a few introductions, and further hyping, the mic was finally passed to Jennifer Lawrence, whose character was apparently named Mystique.

Like a child showing off to his parents, Yuuji looks at Megumi and Nobara, pointing at Jennifer Lawrence as if saying, “Look! It’s her! That’s her! It’s actually her!”

Yuuji then proceeds to kiss three fingers raised up like he was doing a Boy Scout’s pledge, and raised those three fingers in there air, whistling three drawn out notes.

The idiot was giving her the Hunger Games salute, Jesus fucking Christ.

“Ehehe. Yeah, show her which fingers you’re gonna fuck her with,” Sukuna chuckles.

Which Yuuji responds to by forcibly jockeying Sukuna’s mouth off his cheek, shutting the curse up;

Yuuji Itadori drinks enough Respect Women Juice to give the Sahara a year of rain, alright.

Soon, everyone was giving Jennifer the salute.

Jennifer waves away the salutes, and stage-whispers into the mic with that raspy and sexy, according to Yuuji, voice of hers, and says, “Psst! Wrong fandom guys!”

The crowd laughs, as Jennifer awkwardly prattles about how she’s contract-bound to only talk about X-Men today, and that she really needs her job, ok?

And to be honest? Megumi and Nobara are starting to like her! I mean, who wouldn’t? Jennifer’s such a sweet, and down-to-earth girl. They’re glad that if there was anyone Yuuji was going to simp for, it’s Jennifer Lawrence.

“It’s such an honor to meet you, Tokyo!” Jennifer greets charmingly. “I was so excited to meet you guys, I didn’t even need to take a shot before I got here!” Jennifer shrugs with an exaggerated look on her face.

The crowd ate it all up.

“In fact, I was SO excited that I pumped myself up with enough anime references to say,” and in that magical moment, Jennifer Lawrence send finger guns down Yuuji’s way and winks--

“That’s one HECK of a JJK cosplay, man!”

And oh my Lord, it was like Yuuji died and went to heaven.

Even Sukuna was speechless.

But if Yuuji had to guess, Sukuna might have even been proud of him if only wasn’t you know, a jackass.

Megumi and Nobara couldn’t really remember what happened for the rest of the segment, because they might as well have leashed Yuuji with the way he was going crazy for Jennifer, hollering to her that he got her lasagna and Cheetos in his backpack in more broken English.

In the end, the two are left to rein Yuuji in as he eagerly waits for Jennifer out the backstage entrance, fully armed with an X-Men comic book and that lasagna he promised.

Yuuji was practically vibrating in excitement.

“Yuuji, it’s been two hours. Let’s go back to campus,” Nobara groaned, moaning to Megumi how Gojo better pay for their babysitting hours.

“She's almost out, you guys--!” Yuuji cries back, as the stage doors finally open to reveal Jennifer Lawrence in a much more sensible outfit of dress pants and a smart, low-neckline blouse.

“Eyes up, Itadori,” Megumi mumbles at Yuuji, who was already getting slack jawed at the sight of Jennifer’s cleavage.

Yuuji swallows the massive lump in his throat, and snaps his eyes back up to Jennifer’s hooded ones.

“Oh hey! You’re that JJK guy!” Jennifer greets good-naturedly. She was smiling radiantly at Yuuji and his friends, first shaking Nobara and Megumi’s hands as she laughed, “Damn, you even dressed up as the main character’s friends! You’re all like Hermione, Ron, and Harry Potter except… well, your characters won’t actually die, eep”

“Do we tell her?” Nobara nudges Megumi.

“Don’t you dare.” Megumi hisses back.

The dark-haired sorcerer then turns to Jennifer with a polite smile, and says in perfect English,

“Ooh, we’ll try not to spoil it for you, Jennifer.”

Nobara snaps her head to Megumi.

“Since when did you speak White???”

“Shut the fuck up, Nobara,” Megumi grits out.

Jennifer winked at Megumi, giving him an ‘I-get-you’ look and finally turned to sign Yuuji's comic book, only for him to freeze.

They both blinked at each other for a moment. One almost as awkward as the other.

Jennifer Lawrence though, god bless her, took this all in stride.

“No worries, dude, I freeze up, too,” she says while pretending to freeze up in jest. “Do you want me to sign your comic book?”

And if Yuuji wasn’t absolutely head over heels in love with Jennifer before, he certainly was now.

“I-- I…” Yuuji stammered.

Megumi and Nobara looked worriedly to their friend, there was no way in hell they were gonna let Yuuji fuck up now. Not after a whole afternoon of body odor and overpriced tentacle art, no way.

“Calm the fuck down, Itadori and give her the comic,” Megumi whispers to Yuuji.

And in a snap, Yuuji Itadori was bowing as low as possible, arms out with his offerings, exclaiming to the highest simping power-- “I BROUGHT YOU YOUR FAVORITE JENNIFER!”

Jennifer’s face lit up at the sight of the lasagna, “Oh wow! You got me food! Thanks for remembering!”

She takes the lasagna gratefully, and quickly signs the comic, “What’s your name?”

“Errr… Y-Yuuji.”

Jennifer returns the comic book to Yuuji, now signed--

‘Thank You for the Lasagna, Yuuji! You know me soooo well!

Stay Sweet <3

-J Law.’

And as if each and every one of Yuuji’s dreams came true, Jennifer leaned forward and gave Yuuji a quick peck on the cheek.

Yuuji couldn’t even react, because in a whirlwind, Nobara was taking a picture of Yuuji and Jennifer, a coral kiss mark on Yuuji’s wide-eyed face.

~

“Calm the fuck down, Itadori,” Megumi groaned for probably the hundredth time now.

But Yuuji didn’t care.

Jennifer Lawrence just kissed him.

He’s pretty sure he can be a little manic with disbelief.

“Yuuji, I swear to god, if you don’t stop, I’m deleting the photo from my phone.”

Nobara was done.

“NO--”

~

In the end, Yuuji may not have anything to eat for the next two weeks, but it was totally worth it.

He managed to convince Megumi to lend him some money.

[darkpoisonouslove]

Not Lingering Outside Our Truth

Summary: Faragonda's new dress, bought specifically to get a reaction out of Griffin, leads to some healthy possessiveness, lovely confessions and a lot of action of the desired kind but it is their honesty with each other that lets them have the time of their lives.

I've been on a crazy Griffin x Fragaonda wave and I tried writing a "little" something for a prompt that caught my eye.

CW: Heavy kissing and groping, implied outdoor sex and talk about public sex + exhibitionism/voyeourism

The scent of Griffin's perfume was bolder than Faragonda's steps out of the bedroom. It claimed the atmosphere like the heat of anticipation clung to her body. She was wrapped in Griffin's presence as tangibly as she was in the chiffon of her dress that shifted on her frame with every swing of her hips.

As loud as the clicking of her heels was in her ears, it didn't pull Griffin away from her own reflection in the mirror. She was still admiring the pretty flowers into which Faragonda had shaped her purple locks. The loose strands of hair cascading down her back were alluring in their own right but the few ones framing her cleavage swept away Faragonda's attention. If the off the shoulder dress and floral motif necklace hadn't caught her eye already.

Straining to look away was just as dangerous as staring. If her eyes trailed any further down Griffin's frame, she'd never make it past the curve of Griffin's ass and her legs for days, both accentuated by the fit of her dress and the slits reaching all the way up to her hip bones. And looking up would seal her between Griffin's perfectly contoured lips. Smudging the pomegranate lipstick over both of them in stark disrespect for Griffin's fast but expert handiwork would only get her a moan of protest if she stopped. Griffin's lips would part eagerly for her fingers while she left her own lipstick marks over Griffin's pale neck and exposed cleavage, the midnight blue fabric sliding off after a few strategic touches.

With Griffin front and center on the stage of her daydream, the only confession on her lips was her teeth sinking in her carefully applied lipstick. It was a shame to muss it up before Griffin had the chance to do that herself. Faragonda couldn't even dig her nails into her own thighs to keep from pulling apart her deliberately fashioned appearance. It would take away Griffin's chance to unravel her with one tug and stroke at a time.

The loud stillness prompted Griffin away from the mirror to catch her red-handed. Their eyes met and Griffin flashed her a wide smile that drove Faragonda's teeth further into her own flesh to mark the occasion after all the times she'd gushed about Griffin's beauty and intelligence and chalked it up to being a supportive and proud friend.

Griffin's lips parted to let out her desire to be the one biting into Faragonda and getting lipstick all over her. Faragonda mirrored her, everything between them always shared. Like the smile that cuddling brought to Griffin's face first thing in the morning and Faragonda gave right back to her. Kisses never came alone; both Griffin and Faragonda always returned them in an endless loop of intimacy. They'd never been shy about holding hands or sipping on each other's tea but now lacing her own fingers together to contain the twitching need to rip off the dress Griffin was poured into and make her scream her name was a love language of its own. If she allowed herself the impulsivity, Griffin would think it her lucky day. She would, too.

A knowing smirk froze in its tracks on Griffin's lips as her eyes took all of Faragonda in. There was nothing ambiguous about the admiration in the intent gaze every inch of Faragonda was bathing in to make her heart leap victoriously.

"Oh, stars and heavens," Griffin rasped. "No!"

Faragonda startled, lungs drawing in a strained breath and hands falling at her sides. "What is it?"

"You're going to have to turn right around, walk back in there and change. You can't go out like that," Griffin gesticulated animatedly but the hitch in her breath made it into her voice. A closer look into her eyes revealed how much of the amber her pupil had swallowed up as it expanded with desire. More than Faragonda had expected she could get, still enveloped in so much fabric.

The dress had been an impulse purchase – completely affordable but not something she would've bought for herself. The side pleats made it look like a lavender petal wrapping her with the back cut low and tied together with delicate laces. The cowl neck emphasized her cleavage so she'd only added the crystal teardrop earrings Griffin had bought her not a month ago for her birthday. The combination had been conceived just tonight but the second she'd laid eyes on the dress, Griffin's voice had sounded in her ears urging her to try it on. She'd walked out of the store with it and vivid images in her mind of modeling it for Griffin.

A smile crept on her lips as she strutted over to Griffin making a show of walking her new dress around. "I know people can be terrible at taking a hint but will you really refuse my surprise–all for you–just because of everyone who might hit on me?"

Just the hints of a pout and her arms wrapped around Griffin's neck were enough to skyrocket her confidence. The rush of self-esteem ironically made her weak in the knees but Griffin's hands on her hips pulled her all the way into Griffin's body, their mouths an inch away only thanks to their height difference. Griffin's breath still tasted of the vanilla pudding with strawberries she'd made for them.

"No one will dare come near you with my hands on you," Griffin's palms slid over her ass and squeezed at the back of her thighs bunching the already short dress up, "and my eyes throwing sparks. But if you set a foot on the dance floor in this tight little number, I will fuck you right there, you will scream your heart out and we'll end up all over the internet as the crazy lesbian couple that couldn't even make it to the restroom."

Faragonda lost count of her gasps, her chest dancing from Griffin's words and the nails digging into the brand new chiffon fabric as if to rip it to shreds. The second they did, Faragonda would be melting in Griffin's arms never to need clothes again.

Her lips moved in vain through the images in her mind, Griffin waiting on her every sound like it was gospel. The first thing she managed was, "We're not lesbians."

She swallowed through her own ridiculousness. Both she and Griffin had dated their fair share of men. And women. As if there'd ever been anyone else for her but Griffin. With her bright eyes and mouth full of mischief, her sensual caresses and heart of gentleness that could turn anything into the most appealing date night idea, she was the only woman in the universe. She was the only one Faragonda wanted to look at.

Faragonda followed Griffin's retreating touch resting her full weight on Griffin's unmovable frame.

"Won't matter to them. Only that you're writhing and screaming under me. Which is guaranteed to happen outside the privacy of our home if you don't change," Griffin pulled playfully on her shoulder strap. It was no more a threat to her outfit than the clear skies and warm air outside. The stars were out and bright, too, to guide them to a place where there'd be no other witnesses of their love besides the light of the universe.

"Come," Faragonda grabbed Griffin's wrists and pulled her to the door, Griffin's body easily falling into her rhythm. They only had to make a quick detour back to the bedroom to grab their purses and the car keys.

Faragonda offered them to Griffin in the elevator. Driving was the only thing that would keep Griffin's hands off of her when self-restraint was slipping through Griffin's lips leaving open mouthed kisses along Faragonda's jawline. The lipstick marks and her flushed sides wouldn't pass as excessive rouge if someone walked in. Not to mention her own hand sliding under the hem of Griffin's dress to fondle her inner thigh and work her way up to Griffin's panties. Pulling on Griffin's hair with her free hand could've been called a sacrifice but the desperate whine that interrupted Griffin's lips on her skin was more than worth it.

Making it to the parking garage without accidents worked in Griffin's favor. She sealed her promise to keep her hands to herself in the shape of her bite where Faragonda's shoulder met her neck. Her uneven breathing would've cost her credibility if Faragonda's own hadn't been even more labored. It was her clinging to Griffin. High on kisses, it was an inhuman feat to pry herself away from Griffin, who did nothing to encourage her lucidity but let it take over and climbed in the car with her.

Faragonda almost missed Griffin's quiet voice over the roar of the engine.

"Delayed gratification's never been worth my time and patience but I trust you to deliver." A long inhale allowed her to catch up with Griffin, their eyes locking together. "Stars, do I trust you to deliver."

She wouldn't feel naked if Griffin's gaze was the only thing on her skin and she had to bite her lip hard to keep that confession from spilling. She would give it to Griffin when they reached their destination if she could remember to form words. Here and now it wouldn't be past Griffin to slam her on the hood of the car and fuck her for the whole building to hear and the security guards to see on the cameras.

"Is that true?" She didn't doubt Griffin's words, just prompted for more if Griffin wanted to share. Perhaps that would single out the street as a point of focus for Faragonda if it could break Griffin's persistent fiddling with her own hairdo.

"Nothing I've waited for has been more worth it because of that. If anything, it all turned out to be a disappointment." Griffin looked out the window, eyes fixed on the street lamps flying by. As if she weren't afraid of her cornea burning from all the nothing there was to see. "Except for you." The words were soft but clear even in the evening traffic. "Thank you for waiting for me."

It would've been cruel to say that when Faragonda's eyes couldn't stray from the road if there'd been any calculation behind the intent. Instead, it was nothing less than a truth given freely, fervently. Griffin's heart refused to remain unshared.

"We waited for each other," Faragonda's palm cupped Griffin's bare knee like she'd done so many times. They'd grown up and the touch had evolved with them – a whole reality of their own. It grounded Griffin and let Faragonda feel support like nothing else she'd ever known. Griffin was the body of her home, and the heart, and the soul.

Griffin laced their fingers together and gently placed their hands on the stick shift. Her palm was warm on Faragonda's skin and so light it would never slow her movements.

Griffin removed herself, respecting every single boundary, even the ones Faragonda hadn't set. Griffin did, reining in her impulses to keep them both tucked away in the safety of their love. A silence settled over them that promised room for any thought they'd put into it and offered comfort in the lack of white noise. They could just listen to each other's breathing while the rest of the world rushed around them.

If Griffin had figured out her scheme, she didn't give anything away. She just offered a tight-lipped smile to the housekeeper as they pulled over to the suburban estate owned by Faragonda's family. The man had become accustomed to cleaning up after Griffin and Faragonda's messes on the weekends and school breaks when they'd been little and letting them have a small corner of the garden in their own care away from Faragonda's mother and her criticism of manual labor. He'd kept their secret when they'd used the estate as a getaway during their teenage years but he looked like he'd been struck by a lightning now. It'd been a while since they'd stopped by.

Faragonda wouldn't have bothered him if not for the keys from the estate. She planned to end the evening in the king sized bed after a bubble bath and a cup of tea–favored over a glass of wine or champagne by both her and Griffin–regardless of how the tour of the grounds went.

"It was a last-minute idea for our night out." She gave a reassuring smile to the surprised man, stammering about not expecting them.

"We're gonna give him a heart attack if he decides he has to tend to our every need after he failed to divine our visit." The corner of Griffin's mouth twitched up along with the twinkling of her eyes.

"No, he'll just spend the night wondering how far he'd have to go to avoid my mother's chagrin with him for failing his duties. Imagine his relief when she never calls since no one knows we're here. It's a win-win situation." Whatever pangs of guilt Faragonda could've felt were drowned out in the content hum Griffin gave her. And warnings were a waste of time. No one would accidentally walk in on them with Griffin's usual vocalness and her promise to make Faragonda scream as well. "The whole mansion is ours. Roof or garden?"

Griffin's smirk was audible in the small space of the car. "Garden. The stars would be perfectly visible from there as well. And the grass is bound to be warmer at this time of the year." Griffin's fingers crept up Faragonda's thigh now that the car was slowly rolling up the alley, "Not that I'd let you feel any cold."

So much for her new dress. Even if the grass didn't stain it, she'd ruin it with her own arousal. She might have already done it with how drenched she was. She had to splurge more often on clothes that wouldn't survive more than one wear.

The car had barely stopped before Griffin was out of it. She swung open Faragonda's door and offered her hand. The keys were abandoned in the ignition when Griffin intently pulled her out and through the rows and beds of different flowers. She only stopped when they were staring at the same flowers that Faragonda had woven from Griffin's hair. With the only difference that those were blue unlike the lush purple of Griffin's locks.

Griffin swept her into a kiss and they stumbled into the bed of flowers, the ground a distant presence under Faragonda's back. All that mattered was Griffin's chest moving with hers and Griffin's thigh pushing between hers to make room for Griffin's deliberate touch.

"I promised you writhing and screaming. You chose the public." Griffin reached above Faragonda's head and plucked a flower. The petals tickled her breasts when Griffin fit it into her cleavage. It lured her into the need to have Griffin's lips caressing the tender flesh instead. "You've been wet since I mentioned fucking you in public." Griffin's fingers teased her through her soaked panties.

"Knowing I've aroused you so much that you don't care who else sees what you do to me as long as you get to have me? That's the sexiest I've ever felt."

An effortless confession. They overcame possessiveness by diving straight into it. She was all Griffin's and no one else could change that. Only witness it. A fact that let her find comfort even in the thought of someone else watching as Griffin left her a panting, trembling mess.

"Not for long," Griffin tore through her dress, the sound like the breaking of a dam.

The moans poured from her mouth like her love dripped out for Griffin. Her thighs squeezed Griffin closer as Faragonda reached blindly to guide their lips together. Her panties were gone, too, the fabric always giving way to Griffin's touch that had never damaged a book. She could handle an ancient scroll without breaking it but her reverence was different with Faragonda – alive and bold. Faragonda easily settled into it and having the clothes ripped right off of her. They didn't need any more barriers between them or any space.

Griffin pulled the shoulder straps down Faragonda's arms to expose her chest. "You'll feel even sexier when I get you screaming so much harder than I do."

Griffin carefully pushed the blue blossom into the hollow of Faragonda's throat before running a feather-light caress over her breasts. Her lips parted for a pitiful whimper to have Griffin's tongue thrusting between them while her fingers kept wandering Faragonda's chest lazily. Faragonda's hands clamping down on Griffin's hips pulled her mouth into a smirk that broke their kiss despite Faragonda's best attempts to bite into Griffin's lower lip.

"And what made you so drenched?" Faragonda panted, each gulp of breath making the flower petals dance over her throat and tingle her. Her brain turned to mush hadn't stopped her from finding Griffin's panties just as soaked as her own way back during the elevator ride. "My sexiness or yours?"

Griffin's lips ghosted over Faragonda's to torment her with a forgone kiss if she wanted to hear the reply. "A combined effort. I can't wait for you to be the one to destroy your own handiwork as you grab me by the hair and pull me closer, both of us moaning."

True to form, Griffin did just that when Faragonda tangled a hand in her hair and tugged her closer to crash their lips together. She would give her any truth Faragonda wanted. They could find all the answers together. Like how to keep each other's hearts quivering with love and pleasure.

[lydias--stiles]

you got me fucked up in the head, boy

juke | human!au | medley of "sour" by olivia rodrigo

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"I shouldn't call him," Julie decided.

Flynn looked up from her phone, doubtful that Julie's statement held any merit, and shrugged.

"If you want to call him-"

"You're supposed to congratulate me for my hashtag girl power."

"-then you should," she went on unperturbed. "You were with him for three years. You're allowed to ask how he's doing."

Her lips rolled in, frustrated. It wasn't that easy. If broken relationships were that easy to traverse, no one would write a billion songs about it - including her. Luke and her had history, fragmented moments of love and heartache mixed together to the point that she sometimes doubted herself. What did she craft herself - that stupidly imaginative brain of hers - and what was real?

Regardless, calling Luke was scary.

Everything started to spiral with one simple, Pitchfork article. Sunset Curve touring all festivals of the West Coast - the band to watch?

She knew the band had been doing well (without her), but she hadn't realised the big leagues were beckoning them on the stage. It was amazing, it really was, but it stung. Was she allowed to be jealous, to compare her career to theirs?

Her music was less marketable - a known fact after numerous articles calling it acquired taste - but now it felt like they were leaps ahead of her. It fucking stung.

Most of all, she just wanted to tell him she was proud. That at the end of the day, they were all artists and wished each other the best. That he deserved it. Because he did.

(Did he? When she was the one that launched the band into the public eye? God, she sounded bitter.)

"I shouldn't call him," she repeated.

Flynn sighed, rolling over on the bed to face her. "I think you should."

"Why?"

"'Cause you're clearly gutted about it," she muttered, an apologetic smile framing her lips. "Just call him, Julie. I'm sure he'll get it."

Julie laughed bitterly. "Yes. Because our relationship ended so amicable. Definitely not with paranoia and tears and-"

"Alright," she cut her off, tapping on her phone and then throwing the device in her hands. "It's ringing. Be ready."

The girl gasped at the sight of Luke's name and picture glimmering on Flynn's screen, heartbeat racing to an unhealthy speed while nausea rose.

She wasn't ready. She shouldn't call him. But knowing him-

"Flynn?"

-he always picked up.

She held her breath. It was foreign hearing his voice again. The same as three months ago, though somehow entirely different at the same time. Maybe because their was no mirth in his tone, no gleam in his eye. She heard it all - it was just confusion.

"Hey, Luke," she said.

It was quiet for a moment. Flynn stared at her with wide eyes, as if realising the weight of the situation. Julie wanted to chuck the phone out hre window.

"Julie?" It sounded accusatory. Fuck. "Why're you calling me from Flynn's phone?"

Oh, fuck. This was such a big mistake. Thoughts and shreds of sentences floated around her brain, none able to be plucked and spoken.

Her voice trembled. "I, uh, I wanted to ask how you are?"

"Why?"

It was cold. Somehow, she struck a nerve with a normal question like that. Her eyes shut, wondering if this was even happening at all and why he had so much power over her, still. They were broken up. They were on equal footing. It shouldn't feel like this.

"Because I saw the article," she pushed through. "That's why."

That seemed to mellow him down a bit. It felt like a tug of war, going back and forth with sickly twisted plays of power. One phone call, an entire coup d'état.

"Oh." A pressured pause. "Yeah, I'm good. It's crazy. Thanks." And then- "How are you?"

A smile mustered itself on her lips. Him just asking that… it felt nice. She wished her heart wasn't so malleable.

"I'm doing good as well," she said, unsure how truthful that was. "Thanks."

And then he made the big swing. "I'm seeing someone new."

It happened automatically, the way the phone retracted from her ear to put in on speaker. She wouldn't have the strength to recount whatever he'd say next to Flynn.

She kept the phone close though. "You are?"

Her tone had gone up an octave, sugary sweet, too fake that he couldn't have missed it.

He didn't comment on it. "Yeah. Just thought you should know."

Flynn scowled, sticking her finger in her throat

Asshole. "Good for you," Julie smiled. "Are you happy?"

The question was dubious. Are you happy you broke my heart into a million pieces? Are you happy with your new girl? (Does she know how much I've shaped you? That I taught you all those sappy songs on the guitar?)

Or maybe Julie was too emotional. Too much of everything. Too gready to be whatever he wanted her to be.

God, how did it end so wrong? It started so beautifully. They worked so well together. How could they have gone from origami stars - attached and idealistic and lovesick - to a simple rip in the delicate paper, for her to be discarded?

Did she even want to know if he was happy?

"I am," he whispered. He was smart enough to sound remorseful. "She's great."

Julie sighed and nodded. "And-" And did you tell her she was the one too? That your love is eternal? "And…"

"I kinda have to go, Julie," he cut off. Always the last fucking word. "Nice to talk to you again, yeah?"

"Yeah," she exhaled. Taking him off speaker, she held it close to her ear again and listened to his breath for a beat. "Congratulations, again."

"Thanks." A smile in his voice. "Take care."

"You too."

"Bye."

She hung up. He should know what that felt like for once.

And then the jealousy snuck in. Fuck. A new girl. A new girl giving him butterflies - prettier, softer, happier, more collected, less fucked in the head. She probably had both her parents. She probably had a perfect body. She was probably secretly everything Julie wanted to be.

(Comparison would kill her one day.)

Cautiously, Flynn took her phone and pocketed it. "I'm sorry."

"You're right. I should've called him." She sat down. "Now I remember why we're not together anymore."

A familiar hand caressed her arm. "Are you okay?"

Her head shook. "No… I guess that's… part of it. I feel regret and shame and… I feel like he ruined me." Her body tensed up, angered. "How can he move on so quickly?"

Flynn's lips pursed, though the words were clear as day in her eyes. That maybe, their relationship had been bad for longer than Julie thought. She couldn't assume, but if Luke openly told her about his new girl… then maybe…

"You'll be okay again, Jules," her friend soothed. "Some day."

She huffed. "Is it bad that I still care?"

"No. I bet he still cares too."

Julie burrowed her head in a pillow, agitated by her own overwhelming thoughts and emotions, wishing she knew the full story, that she didn't feel like a fool, that she didn't have so many regrets, that he thought it through before he swept her up in the romance of a lifetime.

Julie was barely twenty. It shouldn't be like this.

She wished he thought it through before she fell in love with him.

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@blush-and-books @bluefirewrites @willexx @unsaid-emily @pink-flame @constantly-singing @ourstarscollided

[worldwidemochiguy]

Date (Soft! Yandere Taehyung)

➵ Taehyung is well aware that you are trying to ask him out after crushing on him for weeks. But, you are easily flustered, and Taehyung loves nothing more than to fluster you...

➵ Warnings: This is a pretty light one tbh, Soft-ish Yandere, Smug Taehyung, embarrassed reader (lol im sorry), slightly voyeuristic grinding? idk but its not really sexual

➵ Word Count: 1.5K

➵ Masterlist

Taehyung hadn’t known you would be in the library to study today — despite his encyclopaedic knowledge of your daily schedule — so it was a pleasant surprise when you strode in, a folder and a stuffed pencil case tucked under your arm. 

Of course, he didn’t show the surprise on his face, masking it with a smirk and a wink when your eyes happened to drift over to him. You blushed prettily, head tilting down again and Taehyung smothered the adoring coo building in his throat, if only because the library was so quiet he would certainly be heard. You were so fucking cute. 

It seemed you were full of surprises today because, instead of sitting at one of the many empty tables like Taehyung expected you to do, you walked right up to Taehyung’s desk and cleared your throat delicately to get his attention, as if he hadn’t been solely focused on you and not his Chemistry notes since the minute you walked in.

Taehyung swallowed his excitement carefully, raising his head and allowing his eyes to give you a deliberate once over before settling on your face. Your cheeks were deliciously flushed. Temptingly kissable. Not yet, not yet, Taehyung chided himself.

“Um, can I… sit h-here?” You stuttered, your fingers curling around your folder and bringing it to your chest as if to shield yourself from rejection. Taehyung scoffed internally. It wasn’t physically possible for him to reject you. 

“A beautiful girl asking to sit across from me?” He drawled, relishing the way your pretty lips parted in shock, “I’m worried I won’t get any studying done at all.” 

“Um, I-I can move if I’m distracting you,” You said, already retreating in the direction of an empty table, your momentary courage having abandoned you. 

“Nonsense,” Taehyung declared, already sweeping his material off the desk to make room for you, “I’ll go crazy if I don’t have something pretty to look at to break the monotony of covalent bonding.” 

“O-oh, um, shall I-“ 

Taehyung stood up, rounding the table in a few quick strides and pausing behind you, just close enough to see the goosebumps surface on the back of your neck as his breath softly brushed against it. 

He reached his arm around your waist, curling it just enough that he could feel the warmth of your skin through his sleeves. For a second, he entertained the thought of taking you into his arms right then and there, but he resisted, convincing himself to be patient. 

Your shoulders slumped — in relief or disappointment, he couldn’t tell — as he pulled your chair out for you. 

“There you go,” He murmured, his mouth close enough that his lips almost brushed the shell of your ear. “Sit.”

You obeyed him, your posture tense as you watched him cross back over to his seat again, sitting across for you. Immediately, he rested his elbows on the table and propped his chin on his palms, surveying you intently.

“So, what did you want to talk to me about?”

“T-talk to you?” You asked, internally cursing your decision that today would be the day you finally screwed up the courage to ask out that cute boy in your Calculus class. 

“Well, yes. I assume that’s why you sat across from me, instead of on one of the unoccupied tables,” Taehyung smirked fiendishly, “unless you simply desired the pleasure of my company, which is completely understandable.” 

“No!” You denied quickly, and he let out a gasp of mock-offence.

“Are you saying you don’t like me?”

“No!” You panicked, this was not going how you planned, “of course I like you! I’ve liked you for ages!”

Taehyung’s eyebrows shot up, the only betrayal of his otherwise cool exterior.

“Oh, really?” He purred. 

“Uhm, that’s actually… um, that’s what I wanted to talk you about... today. Now.” 

“Right now?” Taehyung teased, “But I thought you wanted to study?”

“Taehyunggg~” You whined, lips jutting out into an adorable pout. It took all of Taehyung’s restraint to not lurch over the table and kiss you silly. 

He smiled instead, laughing a little as your entire face burned bright red.

“I’m sorry, baby.” He apologised, using the nickname that was sure to make you even more preciously flustered, “What did you want to ask me?” 

“Um… I-I… uh…” Your eyes were fixed on your fingers as they worried the edge of your folder, picking on the fraying fibres as the scraps you had already ripped off formed a small pile on the desk. With one hand, Taehyung intertwined your fingers with his, stopping you from fiddling. 

His other hand came under your chin, tilting your face up with a curved index finger. Your breath hitched, your eyes wide and fixed on him, finally. He loved when you gave him your full attention.

“Speak up, baby.” He murmured, and your eyes drifted inexorably to his lips. He ran his tongue over them deliberately, and your doe eyes widened even further, before flying up to his eyes guiltily.

You took a deep breath, steeling yourself, before blurting out,

“Wouldyougoonadatewithmeplease?” 

Taehyung stifled a laugh, watching with amusement as instant regret painted itself across your features.

“What was that, baby?” He said, reaching his thumb up to tug one of your soft lips slightly. The small whine you let out made all his blood run south abruptly, and he fought to keep himself unaffected. “Could you say it a little slower? I don’t think I understood.”

You moaned in frustration, eyes slipping shut as your brow wrinkled cutely.

“I… you… date?” You managed to stutter out, looking downright miserable, and Taehyung couldn’t stop himself from laughing this time.

“Oh, baby, surely you know the answer to that already.”

To Taehyung’s confusion and dismay, your face crumpled, flashing through the five stages of grief in quick succession before settling on intense shame. 

“Of course, I-“ You said rapidly, gathering up your folder as you stood up, ripping your hand away from his before Taehyung had the sense of mind to clutch it, “I’m so sorry, I should never have-“ You hesitated, seeing you had forgotten your pen on the table and Taehyung watched as you decided that it wasn’t worth it, continuing your abrupt retreat, “I won’t mention it again-“ 

“Wait!” Taehyung stopped you with a hand closed around your wrist. You looked down at his hand, and then up at his surprisingly earnest face, and then down at his hand again. 

Taehyung tugged you back around the table, and you were too shocked to resist as he pulled you down onto his lap so that you were facing him, straddling his thighs. Taehyung desperately hoped his erection caused by your previous moans had gone down, otherwise he would scare you even more than he already had.

“I’m sorry,” Taehyung said, almost choking on the unfamiliar words, which he would only ever stomach for your sake. “I wasn’t mocking you, I… ” I’ve loved you since the moment I saw you, “What I meant was... Surely, I’ve made my attraction to you obvious.” 

“Your… attraction?” You squeaked, your cute lips hanging open almost comically. 

“Yes,” Taehyung chucked, “Why do you think I call you baby all the time? Why do you think I sit next to you in every lecture we have? Why do you think I never look at another person when you’re around?” 

“I…” You flushed, head tilting forwards demurely, “I thought I was imagining it.” 

“No, baby,” Taehyung said, leaning forwards until his forehead rested against yours, “You weren’t imagining anything. I like you. A lot.”

He loved you, but he had already realised he should reveal that at a later date as to not scare you off too soon. But, it seemed like you had plenty of courage. At his confession, your eyebrows furrowed in determination, and before he knew it, you had lurched forwards, crashing your lips against his.

Heaven.

Taehyung was in heaven, with your sweet lips against his, soft and eager and willingly parting for him as he ran his tongue against your bottom lip. You surrendered yourself to him, melting on his lap as he slid his arms around your waist and tugged you closer, letting out choked little moans as he pulled your lip between his teeth, just enough to-

“No kissing in the library!” 

The raspy voice of the head librarian yelled, and you pulled away from him with an embarrassed gasp. Taehyung chased your lips shamelessly, pulling you back in even as you tried in vain to lean away. 

You relented, smiling as he continued to press kisses on your cheeks, your forehead, your nose, the librarian’s screeching fading into the background.

“I think we should probably go,” You giggled, and Taehyung grinned, nuzzling his nose against yours affectionately as he rejoiced inwardly at your use of ‘we’. Damn right, the two of you were a package deal now.

“So… um, date?” You proposed, biting your kiss-swollen lips, and Taehyung hummed in contentment, stealing another kiss from you even as you batted his shoulder in half-hearted admonishment.

“Yes,” He agreed, “Date.”