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zyvlxqht · 1 month

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pairing: idol!heeseung x hair stylist!reader

genres: fluff to angst (sorray 😣) word count: 2.7k+

warnings: hand holding. there’s like one kiss. slight forbidden love. crying. arguing. reader has second thoughts about the relationship. reader forgets anniversary. break up. let me know if i’m missing any!

mentions: enhypen members specifically jungwon, jake, and sunoo. bang pd. heeseung’s cover of ‘off my face’.

author’s note: a little something to keep your waiting interesting 🥹 this is something i’ve written a long awhile ago; i changed a few things but nonetheless, i hope you enjoy! i apologize in advance but i promise (no promises) it isn’t that… bad 🫂 this was proofread like one time only!!!

“ (now all becomes clear) one in a billion… “ his voice smoothly carries out the final performance of enhypen’s comeback show. there’s a stupid smile on his face as he sees jake make his way to him.

“ dude! that was amazing! " he snickered at the compliment, rushing out back after thanking jake. his members shared a few confused glances at how quick he left but to him, there was only one reason why and it was for you.

as soon as the door separating the stage and backroom opened, your eyes light up when you saw his slightly sweaty silver hair and the genuine smile plastered on his face. your heart raced and you almost run into his arms but you realize the setting you both were in, better to not risk it.

you mentally sigh to yourself before calling out to him “ heeseung! let’s get you all cooled down “ you say, flashing him a small smile as he makes his way to you. he gathers himself up, thanking you as he sits in the chair in front of you. he takes hold of your hand, his thumb making small circular motions on your palm.

he opens his mouth to finally speak but the sound of the door creaking meant the members and staff were nearby. immediately he let go of your hand and the lingering excitement he had; a sulking expression now on his face because he so badly wanted your opinion on his improvised high note.

loud chatter filled the room and the small moment that could’ve been something, disappeared.

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this became a new routine for you. what is it that makes having an idol boyfriend so hard? well for one, you’re his hair stylist.

it’s been about a few months since you landed the job and the idea of almost getting caught and sneaking around with him makes it even more worthwhile. you get to sneak small pecks on his forehead, hold his hand time to time, and sometimes even feed him a few snacks when no one’s looking. yeah, definitely worthwhile.

the boys had finished another round of rehearsals for tomorrow, it’s been a busy month since their comeback. you slowly make your way to heeseung, bringing along the small electric fan to help him.

“ here, this will probably be better than the thin paper you just folded. “ you glanced over at him when you realize his hand was already on yours, eyes stuck on each other.

his eyes sparkled and you didn’t know if you could ever look away. however, he takes the fan out of your hands and acts like nothing happened. you two share a small moment before snapping back to reality, taking a deep breath.

you turn back around to the corner desk, practically ignoring everyone’s stares in the room. you couldn’t believe how obvious that interaction was. thank god, your shift just ended. your cheeks flushed with embarrassment as you picked up your bags and left.

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once you’re home, you place your things down and lean against the countertop. you really need to make some mental notes so this doesn’t happen again. this is the first job you’ve been able to land in so long and you really need it. despite all your talk about it being worthwhile because of him, you can’t get caught under these circumstances at the moment.

you make your way to the bedroom, taking in how your room smells like his cologne. it distracts you from any negative thoughts you might have, which then reminds you that you two have reservations tonight.

you take a quick shower before getting yourself all dolled up. you contemplated on what to wear but you always knew you were going go with the short purple dress. his favorite color besides ivory. you wanted to blow his mind tonight… for all the good reasons of course.

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after about 15 minutes, you heard the doorbell ring and you happily open the door to see your handsome boyfriend. he definitely cleans up well, as if he knew you were going to wear his favorite color… he was also wearing a purple shirt and a pair of black slacks.

he grabbed your hand almost instantly, intertwining your fingers with his after you locked the front door.

“ i missed you love, you left so quick earlier “ there was a small pout evident on his lips. you gave him a gentle smile, pecking it away as he opens the car door for you.

“ i know i know but if i didn’t, i would not look the way i do right now “ you replied, hints of sarcasm in your voice. he raised his brow towards you as he made his way into the driver’s seat, casually placing his hand on your thigh like it was a regular thing.

“ whether you left early or not, you always look beautiful to me “ he said softly, stealing a couple glances of you while trying to focus on the road. he still couldn’t believe that you were his; it seemed almost impossible for the two of you to be together due to the company rules but hey, rules are made to be broken and knowing him, he would do anything for you even if it costed his career and maybe… that’s where the two of you are really different.

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heeseung actually lied about the reservations. he had planned a whole candlelight dinner at the beach right off this cliff with the view of the dark blue ocean waves and he went all out for decorations.

he pulled out the chair for you as you sat down, making his way across from you. there was a huge smile plastered on his face and you could tell just how happy he was in this moment.

“ can you believe our one year anniversary is in a few days? it’s kept me up the past few nights, i mean it already feels like it’s been more than 5 years with you so it’s still a bit unbelievable “ he initiates the conversation, reaching for your hand. handing hold was definitely a must in your guy’s relationship; it’s a comforting, yet intimate thing you two agreed on.

you return the huge smile, gazing into his brown eyes “ you’re so silly hee! one year has definitely come quicker than we expected but i’m happy either way with you “ you send a flying kiss in his direction and he pretends to catch it.

light laughter erupts the beginning of the evening and as you sit across from the man you just expressed your feelings to, you question just how much this relationship really means to you and the lengths you’re willing to go.

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there were various dishes placed on the table and you couldn’t believe just how much food heeseung ordered for the both of you. you even realized that it was all your favorite foods.

“ no you did not! “ you exclaim happily, a feeling of disbelief evident in your expression. besides heeseung, there was nothing else that made you happier than food. heeseung has always been one of the people in your life who encourages you to eat, he wants you to be healthy and of course, happy in your own body.

“ all for you my y/n, thank you for being so patient in this relationship. i know keeping us a secret and sneaking around can get tiring but you have never given up on us and i am forever grateful. “

there’s a weird unsettling feeling in the pit of your stomach at his words but even so, your eyes water and you choose to ignore it as you reach to cup his cheeks and kissing his delicate lips. it was definitely worth the wait this week.

he kissed you back almost immediately, a grin forming on his lips between the kiss. “ i guess someone really did miss me huh? “ he teased you a bit as you playfully roll your eyes.

you two pull away, locking your hands together at both ends of the tables.

“ i love you, lee heeseung. “

“ i love you more, kim y/n. “

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it’s been a few days since the dinner date with heeseung and his words still haven’t left your mind. if a stranger were to tell you that someone could actually love you as much as heeseung does, you’d probably laugh in their face but you’re so thankful that this love was real.

it was about 7:30 am when you woke up, you slowly got out of bed and did your morning routine. you weren’t a morning person and heeseung has constantly nagged you about it but who was he to judge you for wanting to sleep in?

you got ready for the day and grabbed your essentials before running out your door, it was already 8:15 am and enhypen’s performance starts in an hour, you worried if you’d make it in time. you’re usually very punctual so maybe bang pd would ignore this first late warning.

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as you made your way into hype, you instantly felt intense stares from individuals in the lobby. you started feeling anxious, what the heck was going on? you brushed them off and made your way up to the back room, enhypen was already waiting there for you but heeseung was missing. worry started to fill your head but you had no time to waste so, you continued on with your regular schedule like your heart wasn’t beating out of your chest.

the clock stroke 9 am when you finished the boys’ hair and still no sight of heeseung. you started picking at your finger tips for awhile before you heard a voice speak up as if they could read your mind.

“ if you’re looking for heeseung hyung, bang pd asked to speak to him earlier this morning.. “

pause.

“ there were photos of the two of you a few nights ago, are you two really dating? “

you look up to see jungwon, concern shown all on his face. you were so taken back that all you could muster up was a small “ yes “, which caused him to furrow his brows.

“ you both know the rules, risks like this is not good for the both of you. “ hints of frustration could be heard in his voice, clear signs that he was not happy about the situation.

“ we can’t risk losing heeseung hyung so… please leave him be. ”

and with a guilty expression, jungwon walked off.

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bang pd had just left the backroom after he spoke to you. he was willing to give you one more chance to show him that you deserved this job and a part of you broke inside. how were you suppose to leave the only person who’s ever loved you more than life itself?

the music from the boy’s performances were blasting from the tvs in the back room but that was the least of your worries. even then, jungwon’s words wouldn’t leave your mind. it seemed like you had no choice but to not interact with heeseung.

and just like every time, enhypen’s performance ended and the normal loud voices eroded into the back room but this time, you couldn’t bring yourself to look up from the floor.

you fought tears that threatened to cascade down your face; you could clearly hear his voice and catch his cologne out of everyone in the room. the scent of him so comforting to you.

you took a deep breath and nervously made your way to the members, trying to make it seem like nothing bothered you. you walked past him, handing the small electric fan that you usually give him to sunoo. you couldn’t help but feel his eyes on you; the fact that you two haven’t got to talk to each other all day made the tension feel ten times worse. you felt your heart ache as you turned around, making eye contact with him for a small second and that was the only thing shared between you both.

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a few long minutes passed and everyone had left for a lunch break. you sat in the room, trying to collect yourself but the world stopped when you heard his voice call out for you “ my love… please look at me. “

his words tugged at your heart strings and automatically, you brought your gaze up to him. he made his way in front of you, towering over you with his 6 foot figure.

“ i promise you, this doesn’t have to change anythi- “ you stood up abruptly and cut him off.

“ yes it does hee, you know it does. we always feared that this would happen… it was inevitable. “ your voice softly lingered on, seeing the agony slowly build up on his face.

“ don’t do this y/n, it’s not what you want. “

“ i will not live with the guilt of being the reason why your career ends hee! “

“ i’m not asking you to be! “

“ then what are you asking me, hee?! huh? “ your chest heaves up and down at how the conversation went from 0 to 100 in the span of a few seconds. you shifted your gaze to the side, almost defeated.

“ you’re the only one keeping me going y/n, i can’t lose you. “

“ i need this job hee... i can’t. you know how hard it was for me to find a job, i’m- “ there was a tight grasp on your wrist as he cut you off, your back up against the wall.

“ i’m begging you y/n… you’re the only one i need, i’ll provide for the both of us. “ you could hear the crumbling desperation in his voice and the constant deep breaths he took as he looked down at you.

“ how can i do life without you? “ he barely managed to utter.

you could feel the immense emotions ready to burst out as you two locked eyes once you gathered the strength to look up at him again. you and heeseung didn’t even have to speak to know how each other felt. he already knew you made up your mind and it hurt to know that you could make a decision so easily.

“ i’m so sorry hee… “ your voice cracked as you saw the tears form in his eyes. you longed for his embrace but you know you’re the last person to deserve to be in his arms.

“ do you even know what day it is, y/n? “ his voice trembled. his question caught you off guard. he tried to look for any remembrance in your eyes but he couldn’t. he was in disbelief.

“ it’s may 30th y/n.. our one year anniversary. do you really not remember? “

the realization finally hit you. you couldn’t believe the words that just escaped his lips, how could you have forgotten? even through his chaotic schedule, he still remembered. it was this moment, you couldn’t stop the flow of tears that left your eyes.

“ that cover, don’t you remember it? the smiles that we shared, that day alone will always be my favorite… “ he swallowed down his sobs, his posture straightening as the pain he felt intensified.

“ i know you already made a decision love... i just wish you talked to me before you did. “ he brought his thumbs up to gently wipe away your tears.

“ hee, if i could go back just a few hours, i would’ve done this all differently. i’m so sorry…“ despite everything that just unfolded, you embraced him one last time.

you felt the warmth of his arms around you and the warm teardrops on your shirt. “ i will never stop loving you, lee heeseung. “

finally, he let his sobs through the moment he wrapped you up in his arms. maybe if he held you a bit longer, this would all of a sudden be a dream. that’s what he hoped for, at least.

“ i love you kim y/n… with everything i have. you are undoubtedly, the best decision i have ever made. “ he mumbled through his sobs as he finally let you go.

#enhypen imagines #enha fics #enha x reader #heeseung x reader #heeseung fic #lee heeseung #yang jungwon #jake sim #kim sunoo #enha fluff #heeseung fluff #enha angst #heeseung angst #enhypen fanfiction #zyvlxqht

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mitchievousness · 2 years

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I’m dying over YQY being the one to give SY a makeover XD. Which ended up with him joining the host club. Also, in Gekkan Shoujo crossover, LQG is probably one of SY’s assistants and inspiration for the main character of his manga.

Hmmm, some more lore mayhaps? @zykamiliah

sj was too busy with school council reponsibilities and the one time he tried to, a-yuan just ended up looking like his twin which was funny but alsonkinda weird. yqy stepped in because he is a.) Very Classy, b.) the only person sj entrusts his brother to, and c.) knows enough of sj's own personal style and his preferences/expectations for his brother's clothing choices that make him far more qualified than any personal stylist ever would be.

yqy was also already the host club's president at that time so he basically told sy that if he started dressing nicely, he could join his club where all they do is sit, have tea, and occassionally talk to people. sy, with all the laziness in his heart, agrees, thinking he could probably get away with just slacking in the backroom reading his online novels. besides, who would request him of all people??

for the gsnk au: yes absolutely! prior to meeting lbh, lqg was the perfect protagonist material for his Shounen Action Manga and begins taking notes on lqg. sy isn't as sneaky as he thinks he is though because one day lqg Kabedons him and demands why he's been staring at him so much lately. sy has no choice but to admit he's been using him as reference and shows him the manga he's making in his apartment. lqg catiously helps out on the process and they find out he's actually pretty good at drawing action sfx and filling in betas. sy hires him on the spot.

post-lbh's ""confession"", lbh goes to sy's apartment to help with the manga and almost starts a fight when he sees lqg sitting in his spot, doing his work on the table, all alone with yuan-ge.

Sy, seeing two epitomes of masculine greatness standing in front of him, tension and hostility thick in the air, silently grabs a pen and sketches out an outline for a new series.

#in gsnk canon the shoujo manga is called Let's Love! so in this au sy's shounen manga is called Let's Fight! djdnjsdjdjnd #if i talk any more about this im gonna have ANOTHER au stuck in my head oh no djdjjdjsf #svsss hostclub au #gekkan shounen svsss au #<- pls i dont want this to become a proper tag djdhjsjdkd

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imhereformr · 3 years

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Hi! :) Could you please do prompt 11 for Rivusa? 💜💜 I wish you a wonderful day!

11: Secret Relationship

Rival gang AU /// Content warning: mildly smutty

The abandoned car factory wasn’t the most romantic place. It was certainly not where Musa had ever expected to be having rendez-vous’ with her lover. The place, even though it’d been deserted for close to twenty years now, smelled like a strange mixture of leather, chemicals and dust. Occasionally, the ghost smell of burning metal would tickle her nose, but those were rare. Besides, she spent most of her time coiled into Riven’s side, enveloped by the fresh, woodsy scent of his aftershave or the sweetness of his sweat.

She walked through the building to the backroom where they spent most of what little, precious time they had together. Always Monday nights, sometimes Wednesdays if they were lucky. She hated sneaking around, but it was necessary. If her father, the president of Magix’s Fallen Angels, found out his daughter was fucking – and in love with – the VP of their rival gang, The Dragon Riders, a war would break out between the two that would likely leave more dead bodies than she wanted to be responsible for.

No matter how hard she tried to keep quiet, her footsteps seemed to echo through the building. Every time they met up, she became paranoid. Musa was careful – more careful than she’d ever been about anything. She made sure to leave in the middle of the night once her father was asleep; made sure to always park her car a block away instead of in front of their house so that if he woke up he wouldn’t see her leave; made sure that no one was watching her as she got in her car; made sure that no cars followed her when she got off the ramp that led to the near-deserted stretch of road where the factory was; and made sure to park her car inside the old employee indoor garage who’s door that Riven had managed to fix so they could open and close it. All that effort – so much more effort than she ever thought she’d put into seeing a guy – just for a few hours by his side. And it was, in her opinion, more than worth it.

The door to the office where they spent their time was already open when she got there. Unlike the rest of the factory that was littered with trash, dirt and discarded production equipment, this office was in decent shape. It helped that Riven had taken the time to clean it when he had come across the area. There was a desk that faced towards the right wall, a torn black leather office chair, shelving and filing cabinets; all from the factory days, and all in surprisingly good condition. Riven had bought a loveseat for the corner of the office for them to cuddle up on a while back – that was the sole addition to the room. She would have preferred a bed so they could lie down, but there just wasn’t enough space.

Musa paused by the office door. Riven, leaning against the front of the desk with his phone in hand, still hadn’t noticed her arrival – she must not have been as loud as she thought – so she took a moment to drink him in. He was tall – significantly taller than her – with broad shoulders and a tapered waist. He always looked the same: dark wash jeans, a plain t-shirt and his leather jacket, the very one that told her she shouldn’t be near him. His maroon hair was slicked back – partially by stylistic choice, but also because he had a habit of running his hand through his hair whenever he was thinking about something or uncomfortable – and he still had a scar along his cheekbone from a fight he’d been in two weeks earlier. She knew that under his clothes, adorning a body worthy of a god, were more scars and bruises from that fight and others past, and two gunshot wounds: one in his right shoulder and one just above his left hip bone.

“Waiting for someone?” she asked when she realised she’d been staring at him far longer than was normal. Riven’s hand instinctively reached for the gun he kept tucked into the back of his jeans but stopped when he registered her voice. He looked at her over his shoulder and smiled brightly. His smile sent a bolt of lightning through Musa, awakening something deep in her. She returned his smile as she approached him, pulling off her own leather jacket. He mirrored her movements, tossing his jacket onto the desk where it landed on top of hers.

His lips were on hers within seconds, hungry and desperate. His hands wasted no time in making their way to her hips and pulling her as close to him as physically possible. Her own hands tangled in his hair, tugging lightly with every moan that escaped her lips. Riven backed her up against the wall, pressing himself into her. “You’re late” he whispered, removing his lips from hers to trail kisses down her neck.

“Sorry” she managed between gentle moans and pleased sighs. “Dad went to bed a bit later than usual.”

“Doesn’t matter. You're here.” His lips returned to hers, drowning her in desire. One of his hands wandered down from her shoulders to her chest, where his thumb brushed over her nipple lightly, sending a shiver through her, and down to the hem of her shirt. There was no pretense of modesty, no playfulness in the way Riven pulled the shirt off her. He knew what he wanted, and she was more than happy to give it to him. She hadn’t bothered to put a bra on in her rush to get out of the house, and Riven smirked when he noticed. He ducked down to suck at her nipple, and Musa arched her back to make it easier for him.

Her hands ran along his back, digging into him with her nails, until they found the edge of his shirt and yanked it over his head in one swift movement. Her eyes drifted down to his perfectly sculpted abs as she ran her hand across them, feeling every groove and bump. She let her hands slide lower, giddiness and anticipation building with every second, until one was cupping and teasing his bulge and the other was fiddling with his pant button.

Musa could feel his eyes on her, and when she lifted her own to meet them, she found him watching her with a softness that made her feel like goo. “What?” she laughed, her voice coming out much breathier than she’d expected. Riven shook his head, pulling his eyes away from hers and whispering an almost inaudible nothing. When they’d first started doing this – whatever this was – Musa would get upset when he would do that. She thought he was hiding something from her. It had been two years since then, and she knew better now. Nothing didn’t mean nothing; it meant I’m happy or you’re perfect or, her favourite, I love you.

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Riven pulled her onto the loveseat beside him and draped his arm around her shoulders. She leaned her head onto his shoulder, feeling it rise and fall in time with his chest and heavy breaths. Her finger trailed along his sweat-slicked chest, drawing figure eights. A smile was plastered on his face and his eyes were still glazed over from his orgasm. He was beautiful.

“I’ve been looking at Melody” he told her after a few minutes. She could feel his fingers ghosting over the angel wings tattooed on her back. He traced the wings every time they were together, and every time she wished they weren’t there. Those wings represented a stupid, made up barrier keeping her from him, and she’d grown to despise them.

“Oh?” Musa raised her eyebrow as she tilted her head to look up at him. His eyes were focused on the dark office, but looked faraway from where they were. She loved his eyes. They were a deep shade of violet that swirled and danced every emotion he felt. He was her ticket into his soul and, now that she could figure them out, she never had to wonder if he truly loved her again. Until the day when those eyes wouldn’t look at her like she was the sun, she knew he was hers just as much, if not more, than she was his.

“You told me you’ve always wanted to see the realm your mom was from. And I looked into it, there is no Dragon charter out there. You’ll have to confirm about the Angels, but I couldn’t find anything.”

Musa sat upright, resting her palm flat against his chest. She searched his eyes for any hint of dishonesty or humour, but found none. “Really?” They’d talked about leaving Magix – getting away from the gang life and starting over somewhere – more times than she could count. Everywhere had been an idea: Solaria, Eraklyon, Andros, Melody, Zenith, Dalona, Oppositus. That’s all they’d ever been, though, ideas.

“Yeah. I don’t know what my future holds, but if it doesn’t include you – all of you, not just secret meetings in the middle of the night in some shitty abandoned factory – I don’t want it.” Riven dropped his head onto the back of the couch and let it flop sideways to look at her. His hand caressed her cheek with a tenderness that she knew he reserved for her. Her hand lowered from his chest to trace the dragon’s tail that coiled up his right leg, ending in a majestic magenta, blue and black dragon on his back. “I like Melody.”

“Good” he smiled. “I’ve looked at real estate and I have enough money saved up that we can get a nice place of our own. We couldn’t get anything big enough for a family in the city, but the suburbs are still really affordable.”

“The suburbs? Are we the suburban type?” she laughed. “I mean, I’ll have to learn to bake pies. And what the fuck does a PTA do?”

“Do you think we’ll have to get a minivan?” he added, laughing at the snort that escaped her lips.

“Of course. How else are we gonna get the kids to soccer practice?”

“Fine, but I refuse to wear beige or polos. And I still want at least one bike.”

“And I won’t wear dresses or curl my hair. Plus I demand that you keep at least one jacket. You look too hot in leather to give it up entirely.” Musa eyed the leather jackets crumpled on top of the desk. “Preferably one without a dragon on it.”

“We’re gonna scandalise the neighbours with our tattoos, leather jackets and motorcycles.”

“That’s fine. We’ll probably be the coolest parents in the neighbourhood.”

They fantasized about their life after escaping until Musa’s alarm went off at 4:15, breaking them out of the dream bubble they created and forcing them to return to their real lives. They got dressed as slowly as possible, dragging out the time until they’d have to be apart again. Then, the lovers walked hand in hand through the factory to the garage.

When they reached their vehicles, Riven pulled her into a passionate kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck, reciprocating the tightness of his around her waist. After pulling away before the kiss became too heavy, Riven laid his forehead against hers. “One month” he whispered. She looked up at him through the messy fringe on her forehead. His eyes were closed, and his mouth was drawn tight. “That’s the goal. We leave in one month.”

“Wait, really?” Musa pulled her head away from his as she batted her eyelashes in confusion. She never thought he’d actually want to leave Magix. “You’re serious?”

“Yeah, are you not?” Riven furrowed his eyebrows and clenched his jaw. She could feel his fists clenching on her back, and the doubt and hurt that sparked in his breathtaking eyes tore Musa to shreds, made her feel like she’d just stabbed the man she loved. “I’m in. I just never thought you would actually want to. I mean, the Dragons are your family.”

“And the Angels are yours, but we can make our own family. One free of drugs and turf wars.”

“Just pies, minivans and nosy, scandalised neighbours. Sounds perfect.”

“Anywhere that you are is perfect” he whispered, pulling her back in and placing a gentle kiss on the crown of her head. They stayed like that for a few minutes, breathing in each other's scent and memorising every feature so they wouldn’t forget them in the week until they could see each other again. Riven’s alarm went off, alerting them that it was 4:45 and they had to leave now. He pulled her into one last kissed, far sweeter than any they’d shared in their two years together. It was full of promise and hope, something they’d never had before.

“I love you Musa.” It was so rare to hear him say the words I love you that Musa cherished every single one. In their two years, he’d said it exactly twelve times. The first was a year ago when it had slipped out after they’d had sex. Not exactly romantic, but still very cute. “I love you too Riven.”

They shared one more quick peck before Musa watched him take a seat on his bike and ride away. She got in her car and let out an elated sigh and took off, already counting down the days. All she had to do now was sit tight and not let anything slip. It couldn’t be that hard; she’d already kept this secret for twenty-seven months. What was one more? She just had to make it through this one month without her excitement bubbling over and he would be all hers.

#winx club #winx #winx musa #winx riven #musa x riven #riven x musa #rivusa #prompt #AU #alternate universe #oneshot #lowkey want to make this not a oneshot though #rival gang musa x riven is something i didnt know i wanted this badly until now #winx fanfic #fanfiction

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writingformadderton · 4 years

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Comfort

Ship: Richard Madden x male reader

Word Count: 2635

Summary: You come home after a long rough day having a bad stomachache. Today you’ll have to attend to a premiere of one of your boyfriend’s movies. Richard takes care of you and keeps an eye on you, especially as you start feeling worse

Additional Tags: fluff, male reader, soft, comfort, domestic, hurt/comfort

You come home tiredly and try to blend out the stinging pain in your stomach. It has been a rough, busy day at work and your stomachache didn’t really make it easier. “I’m home.” You say and kick off your shoes.

A second later, you can hear your boyfriend’s familiar steps on the stairs and look up. “Hey, bubs.” he says and pulls you into a tight hug. You sigh happily and cuddle into him giving your body some rest. “How was work?”

“Exhausting.” You just mumble into his chest.

Richard pulls back and looks at you observantly. “You look extremely tired.” he says and fondles over your cheek gently.

“Yeah, I am.” you sigh and smile up to him. “Don’t look so worried. I’m just tired.” you giggle softly and he nods slowly, watching you closely.

“Okay then.” Richard says, ready to let it go. But not a second later, he sees you contorting your face. “What’s wrong?” he asks worried and you press your hand onto your stomach for a moment.

“I’m having a bit of a stomachache, but that’s okay.” you assure him and smile bravely. “You should get ready for the premiere, love.”

“Are you sure you wanna come with me? Though you’re not feeling so well?” he asks carefully and fondles over your hair. “You know I wouldn’t be mad at you if you declined the invitation.”

“I’ll be just fine. I’ll take a nap while you’re in the bathroom and then it’ll be okay.” You assure him with a soft smile. But in actuality, you don’t really know if that will be the case. You wanted to support your beautiful lover. And you knew people would be confused if Richard attended to a premiere of his new movie without his boyfriend. So for tonight, you would stick it out and try to ignore the pain.

“Hm okay.” Rich hums, not sounding convinced but letting it be.

You lay down on the sofa groaning when you hear him turning on the shower and close your eyes. Tucking up your legs, you wrap your arms around your stomach and take a deep breath. The problem was that you didn’t feel sick or like throwing up. It was just a bad pain coming in stings, like having body cramps. The only relief you could get was taking deep breaths through the pain. It was damn near unbearable.

But quitting tonight wasn’t an option at all for you. Supporting your boyfriend was the most important thing. You would be able to blend out the pain for another few hours, right?

It takes some time until you’re finally drifting off to sleep, but only a minute later Richard steps out of the bathroom and sits down next to you. He rubs his hand over your shoulder, triggering you to open your eyes. “You don’t have to come with me, you know that.” he says, offering the option of staying at home again.

“I want to come with you. I’m really proud of you and your hard work, love.” you say and smile at him lazily before resting your head on his shoulder.

“I just don’t know if that’s such a good idea. You’re pretty pale love.” Rich says concerned. But he knows you, and knows it’s no use. If you wanted something you got it, even when there was a risk. This included supporting Richard’s career fully. The experience was what really counted for you. “Let me run you a bath, alright?”

You nod and watch him go into the bathroom, wearing his shirt and suit trousers already. He pulls up the sleeves and starts preparing the bathtub for you, making you giggle softly. Richard really was the only person on earth that runs a bath wearing an expensive suit before his film premiere. He comes back and lifts you up from the sofa, carrying you into the bathroom. “Richard, come on. I’m still able to walk on my own.” you protest laughing and watch him adoringly.

“Mm I know. But I don’t really care.” he admits chuckling and connects your lips in a sweet kiss. He puts you back onto your feet and smiles at you happily. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” you answer just as happy and start to get ready for the bath. As soon as the warm water surrounds your body, Richard sits down at the edge of the tub. “Careful, you’re gonna ruin your suit.”

“Never happened to me before, right?” he teases softly and smirks down at you when you roll your eyes playfully.

“Boaster.” you mumble, making you both laugh. “No, but seriously. No one else could wear an expensive suit while running someone a bath without getting wet.” you giggle at him.

“No one else has such a beautiful boyfriend they would take the risk to get their suit wet for.” Richard winks at you and your heart melts a little. Fucking cutie.

When you get out and dry yourself with a towel, you put on some comfy boxers and wait for Rich to bring the suit he got from his stylist for you. You put on the shirt and watch Richard close the buttons before putting on your trousers. He pulls up his sleeves once more, cleaning the bathroom and drying your hair afterwards. Richard can easily see how tired you are and that you’re still in pain, so he takes over styling your hair and fixing your tie for you. He makes sure you look presentable and feel comfortable before focusing on his own appearance when you have only ten minutes left.

“You should have gotten ready before me. The focus will be on you.” you sigh and watch him nervously. You didn’t want to be the reason he would have to rush there with an unfinished styling.

“Oh you wish.” Richard starts laughing and runs his fingers through his slightly curled hair. “Yeah sure, there will be a lot of it on me. But believe me, they’ll be more than happy to find out anything about you that ‘isn’t right’.” he explains and quickly washes his hands before reaching out for his tie. “People love nothing more than trying to embarrass the people that aren’t an actor themselves at these events.”

You swallow hard and nod slowly. You already knew that and sometimes it surprised you how much Richard wanted to protect you from it. Even when he was risking to get some shit to hear about himself. “Thank you, Rich.”

He looks at you through the mirror and his face softens. “You look stunning, as always, bubs. Don’t forget that.” he sees you blushing and a wide smile appears on his full lips. Turning around, he cups your face and kisses you lovingly before pulling you into his arms. He rubs tiny circles on your lower back and presses a kiss into your hair. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m tired and my stomach hurts a bit.” you admit and decide to be honest to Richard, knowing he would recognize it anyway.

“When we’re back, I’ll warm you a heating pad and then cuddle until you’re sound asleep.” he promises and fondles over your cheek as you look at him with a soft smile.

“Sounds perfect. I’m off work tomorrow luckily.”

In the beginning, everything was fine. You felt okay and your stomachache wasn’t as persistent as it was before. Walking with Richard on the red carpet while he held your hand the whole time and placed soft kisses on your temple was something you learned to enjoy. It went well and you two made your way into the backroom full of people.

With all the people in the room, you felt yourself getting a bit dizzy and tried to calm yourself down by taking deep breaths. Richard watches you suspiciously from the side but says nothing, which you’re thankful for, and grabs your hand. You interlock your fingers and follow him to a quieter corner of the room.

On your way there you bump into Taron, which leads to a tight hug between your boyfriend and his best mate. T wraps you into a hug as well afterwards and watches you two happily. “How are you doing?” he asks and leans against the table.

“Very good actually. He’s not feeling so well today, but he didn’t let me talk him out of it.” Richard tells Taron and usually you would have been offended. It was in no one’s interest how you were feeling. But you know it was Richard’s way of telling Taron to keep an eye on you when he was busy. He was keeping you safe and it was adorable.

“I didn’t want to make you come here alone.” you sigh and roll your eyes at him, grinning.

“Oh you think I wouldn’t have managed?” Rich asks and raises his eyebrows, smirking.

“You said you hate attending public events without me.” you pout at him and Richard just chuckles and kisses you lovingly, telling you you’re right.

“You two are adorable.” Taron grins and looks around in the room searching for someone. Suddenly, he stands up straight again and looks at them. “I’ll go and get Em. I think she met Dex somewhere.” he says and then he’s already gone.

Richard pulls you into his arms and looks at you, letting his eyes wander all over your face. “How’s your stomachache?”

“It got worse, but still bearable.”

The stomachache turned into a massive pain while you watched the movie. At first, you only pressed a hand against your stomach and discretely opened the button of your trousers. But when it got worse, you wrapped your arms around your stomach and sank down deeper into your seat. Something was clearly wrong and you doubt that’s it’s because you’ve eaten something bad. It simply doesn’t feel that way. Richard was sitting in front of you and you were on your own with Taron and his girlfriend. You hated to be parted from your boyfriend, needing him nearest now.

When the film is finished, you can barely get up because of the sharp pain shooting through your stomach and taking over your body. You stumble a bit as you walk over to Richard, who watches you shortly and frowns worried. “I think I’ll go to the bathroom for a moment, okay?” you say and bite your lower lip, biting back a moan.

“Okay. I hope you know I’ll check on you if you don’t get back in time. You’re terribly pale and your face is twisted. Are you sure you’re okay, (Y/N)?” he frowns and you can see how he’s doubting it already.

“I’ll try to be there in time, don’t worry.” you say, putting on a brave smile and search for the closest public bathroom.

Inside, you wash your hands and let some cold water run all over your wrists, putting some on your neck. You brace yourself on the sink and moan softly, closing your eyes and sinking down your head. “Fuck.” you whisper when a sharp pain shoots through you.

You can hear someone opening the door and stand up straight, looking into a pair of deep blue eyes filled with worry. “You don’t look good.”

“I don’t feel good.” you admit and tense at the pain.

He watches you closely and sees the tiny beads of sweat on your forehead, your pained, glassy eyes and the way you desperately try to hide how much pain you are in. “What’s going - Hey, easy!” Richard takes a quick step forward when you sink down onto the floor in massive pain and crouch down, wrapping your arms around your stomach. Only a second later, Rich is in front of you and fondles over your hair to try and comfort you. “Did your stomachache get worse?” you groan a yes and close your eyes, trying to blend the pain out. “Tell me when you feel good enough to get up. We’re leaving.”

You fight with yourself and look up embarrassed. “I don’t wanna ruin your evening. It’s alright. I can take a cab back home.”

“You won’t do shit.” Richard protests and wraps his arms around you when he sees your eyes brimming with tears at the pain. The features on your face are almost ghostly as the pain begins to take you’re your body, almost paralyzing you. “Listen, this evening isn’t as important to me as you are. I can still give the interviews another time or chat with all of those people out there. But you’re feeling miserable and I won’t leave you now. You hear me?”

You can only weakly nod into his shoulder and groan softly. “Fuck, it hurts so bad.”

“You think you’re gonna throw up?” Rich asks hesitantly, but you shake your head.

“No, I don’t feel sick. It just hurts really, really bad. And it doesn’t stop. The pain keeps on getting worse by the minute.” you press out through gritted teeth.

“Okay. As soon as you can stand, we’ll leave and I’ll take you to a hospital. Don’t even try to convince me otherwise. You look like you’re gonna pass out any second.” Richard states and you give in, not in the mood for an argument and knowing you needed more than a heating pad tonight.

Sitting in a cab didn’t really make it better and you just lean against your boyfriend exhausted. You weren’t so sensitive to pain normally, so Richard understood quickly that it must be severe.

After a little while you’re waiting for a doctor and the pain only got worse. You’re holding Richard’s hand tight, squeezing it from time to time, but keeping your distance needing some time. You lean your head back against the wall and let out a shuddery breath, your hand pressed onto your stomach. “If you’d dated a woman this here could have been her going into labor. You’d have a little baby soon.”

“Shut up.” Rich chuckles and you just giggle before sinking sideways into his arms. “Keep going, love.” he whispers and you sit onto his lap needing his near now.

“Trying my best not to go crazy.” you mumble and he grabs your hand, fondling over your knuckles.

After some tests and talking with the doctor, they decided to keep you here for the night. You were placed into an available room and Richard decided to stay with you.

Richard first took a cab home and got some comfortable clothes for you both, driving back with his car. He helps you change into one of his shirts and some comfortable sweatpants, knowing you like to wear his clothes when you don’t feel good.

Rich lies down next to you and you cuddle into him, taking in his welcoming warmth and calming scent. You close your eyes and smile a bit. “Thank you for staying with me.” you say after a while and feel him planting a kiss onto your forehead.

“I know you would only get cold without me.” Rich chuckles but there is such a softness and adoration in his voice. Your heart warms at the bare sound of it.

“True.” You say and turn onto your side, letting him spooning you from behind. You can feel him burying his head in your shoulder and his hand slips under your shirt, massaging your belly gently. You moan relieved at Richard’s efforts to ease the pain and cuddle closer into him. “I love you, Rich.”

“I love you too, (Y/N). And now you should get some sleep. It’s been hell of a day.” he presses a kiss into your neck and holds you close against his body. You realized once more how happy you were having him and what an amazing boyfriend he was to you.

@taron-eggmcmuffin @sarahegerton96 @multicoloredchicken @primaba11erina @maddertonmyheart @madderton-obsessed

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hisunshiine · 4 years

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—where do you want me? | sope x reader

⟢ pairing: BTS!yoongi x stylist noona!reader x BTS!hobi

⟢ word count: 2.2k

⟢ genre: nsfw 18+, BTS is BTS, smut, pwp.

⟢ warnings: tension and teasing, the title is said 5 times LOL explicit smut: threesome, noona kink, semi-public sex, double penetration

⟢ summary: Oh, this story is quite self-explanatory—and with that being said...where do you want me?

⟢ an: dont judge me sksksk

Being a stylist noona is perhaps one of your greatest accomplishments. You were in the rehearsal room, watching 3 of the boys prepare for their dress rehearsal before trying out the full practice on the stage. Leaned up against the mirror, you watched as Hoseok tried out the new pants he had for this stage. They were black leather, but specially made for performers so that he could still perform all of his dance moves perfectly. This was his first time performing UGH! In full costume, and you had painstakingly worked with the designers to create the perfect outfit for the moment when he would perform his monumental third verse.

It was your favorite.

You sighed, eyes never leaving him as he practiced the way he would deliver the lines, the buildup into a baepsae-esque pelvic thrust when he raps “욱 욱 욱 욱!” Namjoon and Yoongi both smiled, letting out loud whoops at Hobi’s moves, and you enjoyed the way he was feeling himself. You trailed your eyes from his shoes, black like his whole outfit with red laces to highlight the red accents in his shirt, up across his taught thighs, his lithe hips, and firm chest until you reached the beautiful alabaster expanse of his neck to his face. His hair was pushed up off of his forehead, and his eyes, the deepest brown, were on you. You froze when you made eye contact with him, heat moving towards your cheeks, and you almost turned away… but something made you maintain eye contact with him.

Son Sung Deuk, their long time dance director, called out to the boys to get them in position. Hobi, who still hadn’t taken his eyes off of you, called back to Song Deuk-hyung “𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘦?”

You couldn’t help but feel that he was directing it more towards you.

You knelt down to the left of Yoongi, pins clutched between your lips as you fixed a rip in his pants. He had gone a little too hard after performing UGH! on the stage for the final rehearsal, and kicked his leg up a little too high. The proximity of your face to his groin was illegal, the way you could tell just how big he was after an adrenaline filled performance was not something you just get used to.

“Sorry about this, Noona.” Yoongi’s calming voice traveled down to where you were kneeling, sewing shut the last of the ripped seam. This would hold it together temporarily until rehearsals were over so that you could then use the machine to sew it properly before tomorrow’s show. Finally, they were starting the MOTS Tour, and everyone was anxious.

You set the pins down from your mouth as you finished, shaking your head.

“Don’t worry about it Yoongs, you just go out there and kill it tomorrow. I’ll have these patched up in no time.”

You flinch slightly when his hand moves to curl the hair that was loose from your ponytail behind your ear. When you realized what he was doing, you relaxed, involuntarily leaned into his hand. You hold back a gasp as his thumb grazes your cheek softly, and by the time you’ve moved to look up at him, he’s walking back over to the group discussing the stage changes.

You grab your tiny tomato pushpin and mini sewing kit, rushing off of the stage to “use the bathroom”.

It went on like this the rest of the evening. Hobi would set you motionless with his stare, pinning you as he drank you in. And Yoongi would get away with subtle touches here and there, setting your core on fire. You were standing off the edge of the stage watching the maknae’s run around jovially, so happy to kick off this much anticipated tour. While you were watching them, you heard a voice yelling out to you. Hoseok was standing behind you further in the wings tussling with his shirt.

“Noona, I need you!”

As it turns out Hobi called you over for help adjusting his shirt as it wouldn’t tuck into his pant’s properly, and you could barely get your fingers to stop shaking as you pushed them lightly into the band of his pants and tugged the shirt around his waist, trying to get it to sit properly.

“I-I’m going to n-need to undo your b-belt..” you stammer, unable to make eye contact.

“Okay Noona, I don’t mind.” You take a deep breath to steady yourself before you reach and start undoing his belt. It seems like both of you stop breathing as your fingers fold back the cold metal to pull the strap through. Once open, you undo the top button on his pants, and you sigh in relief as you realize the shirt was bunched improperly and not the wrong size. You’re so focused on fixing the shirt now that you don't realize you’ve stepped closer to him and wrapped your arms around him to fix the back until you hear an intake of breath from above you. You look up, realizing from where his eyes are focused that your chest is pushed firmly against him, and he has a direct line of sight into your shirt.

“Oh!”

You step away, putting space between you when you back into a solid frame.

“Wow, Noona, I know you get close to us, but I didn’t know it was like that.” Yoongi’s voice, deep and strong in a pleasant way, washed over your shoulder. You shiver, a chill from the air he expelled snaking over your collarbones.

“I-I uh, I didn’t, I wasn’t think- I’m sorry Hobi-”

Yoongi’s eyes meet Hobi’s and you can see the silent communication between them.

“Follow me.” A hand grasps your wrist and tugs you gently farther away from the stage and deeper into the darkness behind the stage.

Once you’ve made it far enough away that you can’t hear anyone else nearby, Hobi stops walking and you almost plow into him. He turns around to face you and before you can move, his lips are on yours. He tastes like he smells, a soft vanilla flavor, and you melt into the kiss, making it easy for him to swipe for entry into your mouth. His tongue explores you, tasting you, and you gasp when you feel two sets of hands roaming your body as another pair of soft lips leave hot, wet open mouthed kisses to your neck and shoulder.

You moan, arching your back so your chest to chest with one and ass to hardening cock with the other. A set of cold hands slide up under your shirt, pushing their way under your bra to cup your breasts; Yoongi’s fingers deftly pinch and pull your nipples as Hobi’s hands squeeze at your waist, pulling you flush to his body.

As Hobi pulls away from the kiss, a string of saliva still connects you, his pupils are blown and his breathing hard.

“Fuck, Noona..”

“Hobi, Yoongi… We said it wouldn’t happen again.” Your voice is low, and not concealing the desire you have pooling in your panties.

Yoongi nips at your neck.

“But I want you, Noona, I want you so badly, can’t you tell?” He presses his erection onto you, and you squeeze your thighs together, an action they both notice.

“You want us too, baby.”

“Fuck...” you moan out as Yoongi continues his ministrations on your aroused nipples, Hobi leaning into kiss you again, trailing kisses from your lips to your ear. You feel your willpower dissolve.

“𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘦?” you ask.

“So good baby… fu-- you fuck me so good..” you’re mewling as Hobi splits you, penetrating your core, walls tightening every stroke he takes. You’ve gushed all over his dick, and the squelching sound as he fucks into you is lewd and dirty and you fucking love it. He has you bent over the arm of one of the backroom couches, while Yoongi’s alabaster thighs are in front of you, kneeling on the couch.

“You’re too loud Noona, someone might hear.” Yoongi caresses your head, and the pulsing head of his cock is pressed gently to your lips, awaiting entrance. You open your lips gently around the bulb of his head, and suck him in slowly, enjoying the silky feel and the weight of him on your tongue. You can only fit some of him into your mouth before he’s poking at the back of your throat, and you swallow to hear him groan out in pleasure. Hobi speeds up after he hears Yoongi’s response to you deep throating him and every thrust takes Yoongi farther into your throat before you're gagging, tears prickling your eyes. Hobi reaches down around your thigh and places his middle finger onto your clit, using your slick to slip and slide around it and you feel yourself clenching hard on him. Yoongi pulls out of your mouth to avoid the reaction of biting when you climax, his hand stroking his dick while he watches Hobi chase his high.

“𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘦?” Hobi asks you, panting, and you can barely form the words.

“I-Inside!”

You’re so fucked out that you can barely remember your own name, despite Hobi yelling it as he is cumming, spurts of white hot cum filling your tight cunt. He pulls out, and you roll onto your back on the couch trying to catch your breath. It’s pointless though. Yoongi still has to cum.

“I’m gonna take you now Noona..” Yoongi’s gravelly voice floats above you, and you cry out as he pushes his way into your already brimming hole, Hobi’s cum leaking out around Yoongi’s dick as he begins a punishing motion. He leans down over your body, his chest stilling the bouncing of your tits as his lips sought yours; Yoongi was a sucker for a sloppy makeout while he was balls deep inside you.

“Fuck her good hyung,” Hobi said as he sat back resting, sweat making his hair slick back away from his face.

Yoongi pulls away from the kiss with a pop to respond with an “Always,” and you whine for him to come back. He licks from your collarbone up your neck before returning his mouth to your pout, a clashing of teeth and saliva as he rolls his hips into you.

“P-Please Yoo-yoongi!” You beg, overstimulation causing you to tremble beneath him.

“Cum for me, baby, just one more Noona, you came for him.” Yoongi said, and you moan out in pleasure of hearing him call you baby. You were barely older than him, but you wanted to be his good baby girl, you wanted to be both of theirs. Their good, pliant, well behaved baby girl.

You felt it building a second time, and you clench, your body fighting with you against all this pleasure. Hobi, halfway dressed again comes and kneels next to you, caressing your face as Yoongi changes positions, standing to put your legs up on his shoulders before thrusting into you, deeper now with this angle. Hobi kisses across your chest before his tongue laves across your nipple, sucking it into his mouth as he plays with your other breast with his hand. You arch your back and he moves up your body to tangle his tongue with yours, biting your lip and sucking it into his mouth before releasing it, to do it again and again. You’re sure you have tears falling, it all feels so good, 𝙨𝙤 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙, and you’re sure you’re screaming now as you release your second orgasm, though this time you’re squirting all over Yoongi’s lower abdomen and as it leaks down his thighs, the sight is enough to send him spiraling, a low groan erupting from his throat as his hot cum loads you up till you’re dripping, all three of your juices mingling together inside your swollen pussy.

By the time you get cleaned up, the boys have sprinted off back to the stage, knowing they were going to get yelled at for disappearing. You fix your hair in the mirror before you grab your tools and head back towards the stage area. You’re intercepted before you get there.

“Ah! Y/N we’ve been trying to find you, they want you.” Another staff member points you towards the door you’re next too, and you can see different sections for hair, makeup, and clothes.

“𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘦?”

Sung Deuk hyung waves Hobi and Yoongi over, yelling at them for missing the change in the choreography placements.

“Sorry hyung!” Hobi says, “won’t happen again!”

“Just get into formation!”

“We don’t know where that is, hyung, we missed the alteration, remember?” Yoongi says calmly.

Hobi looks over at the side of the stage where you’ve just appeared again after setting down your sewing tools, and without breaking eye contact asks the dance director “𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘦?”

#hisunshiine #hisunshiinewritings #bts smut #sope fic #sope smut #suga smut #hobi smut #sope x reader #sope dp #jhope smut #yoongi smut #jung hosoek smut #jung hoseok #min yoongi #min yunki #min yoongi smut

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gyujeongfmd · 3 years

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schedule self para / adidas signings pt. 1

he picks his outfits for the fan sign, filled with a disinterest in the clothes given. still, make deal with what you have — he finds something. warnings / none wc/ 426

he doesn’t want to dress himself today.

not when the collection in front of him bleeds the the three stripes and half-washed excuses for streetwear. but it’s not like he had a choice to begin with — least not when there’s an impending fan sign, ready and in place, fans already lining up and the chatter stirring from the backroom.

he picks together a few pieces — a pair of nylon track pants, squeezing the noise every time he walks. a pair of socks pulled over the bottom, and the easy excuse of an oversized hoodie to top it off. there’s no begging for anything else when the choices all come up short, and the most he can manage is the mix and match of accessories lying at the table.

“the only thing that can make this outfit any better is if we have any chrome hearts pieces — flash the rings and the necklaces to detract from the clothing pieces.” gyujeong mumbles over towards his stylist, eyes scanning through the small intricate silver pieces till he lands himself no the heavy locks. figures, he can make something out of mix and matching the thickness of the pieces.

layers are key, especially when fall’s in.

he takes the necklace, then takes two more, double wraps it around his neck till it all hangs against his chest. manages to seek out a few more rings here and there, placing three then four on each finger — so, by the time he rests in front of the mirror, taking another glance at his outfit. he’s still shit out of luck for what to add.

one look over towards his stylist, and he raises a brow. “what do you think? anything better coming out of this?”

“could add sunglasses?” his stylist rides on the same pages, both nike boys at heart. when their eyes have a sort of ambivalence in a get-in-get-out mindset of an event like this.

one quick skim through the sunglasses, and his eyes are tapered towards the shoes — that much, he can make something out of. from the nmds to the ultra boosts, he knows, nothing’s meant to fit the bill of his needs. but if there’s anything he can muster from the shit choices, it’s the classics. a mere carbon copy of the reebok classics, but he turns his opinion for a second — enough that his hands already grabs the pair laid out front.

finishing touches on the shoes, and it’s obvious — he’s not happy. then again, has he ever been inside gold star?

#직업병 — selfpara #뀨뀨 — queue

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anotherhystericalqueen · 4 years

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As Easy As Breathing

Modern AU!Brian May x OC

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: None

Moodboard and Summary

A/N: Hey guys! I have been working on starting this new story for a while and I am so excited to finally be posting it. Please let me know what you guys think and I hope you all like it!

What do you think of this one Darlings?” Freddie spun in the store mirror, admiring his reflection as he modeled an old off-white leather jacket.

“Fred, it’s falling apart at the seams,” Roger stared at his roommate in disbelief. “There’s no way we can sell that as it is and there’s no way you can wear that onstage without it literally falling off. Where did you even find that thing?”

Freddie Bulsara huffed and turned around to face the two other owners of the Rag Trade, Roger Taylor and Josie Crowley, still modeling the falling apart jacket that he dubbed as ‘vintage’. “I have my ways Rog.”

Josie perched herself up on the counter, letting her legs hang over the side. ‘Let me guess, Kash?”

Freddie shrugged off the jacket and handed it to the redhead. “It doesn’t matter how it was discovered, it just needs a little bit of Josie Crowley magic. I’ve seen you bring garments in worse shape than this one back to life, maybe we have another miracle on our hands.”

Josie sighed and took a closer look at the jacket, running her fingers over the cream colored fake leather to assess the damage. There were some holes on the front and the arms and the zipper was falling off at the bottom, but those could be taken care of with some patchwork and embroidery. The seams were also close to falling apart in some places, but there wasn’t anything that could deem the jacket completely unsalvageable. In fact, it was the right amount of beat up that she could use it for another design she had already been planning out for Freddie.

“I don’t think we need a miracle here,” She shrugged, hopping off the counter and digging out her sketchbook from her bag. “Gimme a few days and I can give you a brand new jacket. I already have some ideas in mind.”

Before Freddie or Roger could give either of their input on the jacket, Roger’s phone went off over the stall’s speaker and cut off the music that was playing from Roger’s YouTube app. The blonde leapt up from his place on the couch and disappeared into Josie’s workshop in the back of the stall. The other two shop owners shrugged it off and went back to comparing the design Josie had been sketching, to the jacket’s current worn out state. They started going over details that Freddie wanted when Roger popped out from the back.

“Fred, can you come back here? It’s about the band.” He called back. Freddie got up from his place on the couch next to Josie and disappeared into the tiny backroom where Roger was.

Josie manned the register while her roommates hid in the back to take what she guessed to be a very important phone call. It was a slow day all around in Kensington Market, so the Rag Trade didn’t get as much foot traffic as it usually did. Josie managed to keep herself busy by getting to work with when she heard a wooden clacking noise coming from the stall’s entrance. She pulled her attention away from her work to find that she had a new customer, but instead of browsing around the racks of new and old clothes he looked like he was looking for something specific.

Josie Crowley wasn’t a girl to get easily flustered by a boy, but this guy was about to make an exception. He was tall, really tall for starters. His bright blue NASA jacket was too short for his arms, leaving his wrists exposed to the cold. Loose deep brown framed his long face and brought out the different shades of hazel in his eyes. She studied the details of his face, from how his lips were slightly parted to how the tip of his nose was a rush of pink from the cool fall air, to how his hair fell in front of his eyes.

“Hey,” She regained her composure to greet her potential client. “How can I help you?”

“Yea.” The stranger pulled out a light denim jacket, running his thumb on the worn out seams. “I think you may be just the girl I’m looking for.”

Josie studied the jacket in his hands. It wasn’t in as bad shape as Freddie’s but it looked like it could use some love and care. “Ye-yeah sure, I think?” She reached out for the jacket, which the stranger handed to her. She analyzed the denim and found that it was in better condition than she first thought. “Nice jacket, a little worn but overall in good condition. What do you need done with it?”

“Well I found it in my parent’s attic and my dad said I could take it.” As he explained how he found the jacket, Josie noticed that his cheeks were turning from a light pink to a flushed red. “It fits for the most part but the sleeves are too short. One of my friends suggested that I come to you to get them lengthened.”

Josie examined the sleeves, “Yea I can totally do that. I would have to get some measurements really quick to make sure they don’t end up too long or too short. Do you mind?” Josie gestured towards the stranger before fishing around in her bag to find her measuring tape.

The stranger nodded and put down his bag. Josie placed the measuring tape at the top of his shoulders and took his measurements for both arms, making notes on a blank sheet in her notebook for later.

They tried to make some small talk as she finished up the measurements. “So is there anything else you want done to the jacket besides getting the sleeves lengthened? Maybe even put some of your own customization into it instead of just being a repair?”

“Yea that would be nice.” He laughed. “What do you do for that?”

“Mostly embroidery and patches for denim jackets, but I can do whatever you would like.” She replied, her mind already spinning with ideas.

“Embroidery and patches sound really interesting.” The stranger smiled at her.

“Yea! I can put on anything you want on it.” She continued making notes.

“If you’d like, I can give you my number so if there’s anything else you want done you can just let me know?” She suggested before quickly backtracking. “Unless you think that’s too forward.”

Space boy laughed and pulled his phone out of his pocket. “No of course we should swap numbers. I’d love to stay in touch.” He handed his phone over for her to add her number to his contacts.

“I’ll text you later when I get home.” He offered. “It was really nice to meet you today….”

“Josie.” She reached out her hand. “Josie Crowley.”

The stranger reached out and took her hand. “Brian May. It was very nice to meet you Josie.”

“It was nice to meet you too, Brian” Josie felt heat was over her face as she watched Brian walk out of the stall, She kept running her thumbs up and down the worn seams of Brian’s

Unknown Number: Hey, thanks for your help today! I hope this will be an easier way to keep in touch. -Bri

Josie grinned at her screen but was suddenly interrupted by both Roger and Freddie bursting out of the back room, their faces lit up with excitement.

“Jo! You’ll never guess what just happened!” Roger called out, making the redhead jolt up and juggle her phone in her hands.

“Fucking hell Roger,” She gasped, clutching her phone to her chest. “What? You scared the daylights out of me.”

“Oh don’t be so dramatic darling.” Freddie rolled his eyes. “We have incredible news.”

Josie put her phone down on the counter, “What’s up?”

“We got a gig!” Roger exclaimed before Freddie could even open his mouth.

There was a long pause between the three of them. Freddie and Roger’s band, Queen, had been doing gigs around the London pub scene for the past couple months so it wasn’t huge news anymore whenever they got a gig somewhere. So Josie stood staring at her roommates with a confused look on her face.

“What kind of gig?” She broke the silence. “You usually don’t get this excited over one Rog.”

Freddie laughed. “Jo this isn’t any old pub show. This is a legitimate performance! We just heard that we are going to be part of a rising musicians showcase at Royal Albert Hall next month. I sent them our demo last week and they want us to perform!” Josie could tell that Freddie was really excited about this, so she had no choice but to join in on the excitement.

“That’s awesome!” She knew how hard they have been working to take their band to a more serious level, even if she hadn’t been able to make it to one of their shows yet or have even met the other members of the band. “Have you told the other’s yet? Or did they get a call too?”

Roger shook his head. “Not yet, we want to ask you something before we tell them.”

Josie cocked her head to the side out of confusion, she wasn’t part of the band so what would they have to ask her before talking to their bandmates?

“We want you as our band stylist.” Freddie asked. Josie felt her eyes widen and her heart started to pound. She knew that they wouldn’t be able to pay her much or at all since they were barely making it by at Rag Trade as it is, but she knew this would be a huge next step for both them and herself if the band took off.

“I know you hang out with us enough so if you don’t want to we get it.” Roger chirped in, pulling Josie out of her thought process, “But you’re really talented with clothes and we need to look our best for this show so-”

“I’ll do it.” Josie cut him off. “I’m in. I don’t care about money or anything like that. If you want me and the others are cool with it, I’m in.”

Both Freddie and Roger immediately lit up in excitement.

“But I do have one question though,” She added on. “How do you guys exactly expect me to style two guys I haven’t met yet? I can’t style someone that I don’t know, let alone have ever even seen.”

Freddie waived her off. “Don’t worry about that darling. I already alerted them of you joining our team as it was a given that you would say yes. They’ll be meeting with you in a few days since both of them have such busy lives.”

“You can use clothes from Rag Trade!” Roger piped up. “We got some clothes in the back we haven’t put out on the floor yet. We can set aside whatever you pick out to keep for the band.”

Josie blushed from Roger’s offer. “That is very thoughtful of you Rog. I swear that you guys get total input into whatever you wear. The last thing I want is for you to go onstage in something you aren’t comfortable wearing.”

“You don’t have to worry about that Jo,” Roger reassured her. “We know whatever you do is going to be amazing.”

Josie smiled at Roger’s comment. “Thanks guys, I promise I won’t let you down.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

After the Rag Trade closed down for the night, Josie and the guys made their way back to the small flat the three of them shared a few blocks over. They were immediately greeted by Freddie’s two cats, Miko and Delilah and Josie’s cat, Chip. Freddie and Roger hung out in the flat’s common area while Josie retreated to her room for the night. She changed out of her street clothes into a comfortable oversized t-shirt and shorts before scrubbing off her makeup for the day and climbing into her bed.

Josie pulled out her laptop and started scrolling through Pinterest for ideas not only for Freddie and Brian’s tasks for her, but to also get some tips and inspiration for Queen’s new stagewear, primarily focusing on what she would pick for Freddie and Roger. She was meeting the other members of the band tomorrow to get their measurements and start planning their stagewear for some upcoming shows.

She was soon distracted by Freddie’s newest kitten, Miko, jumping on top of her sketch and demanding attention. He paced around her legs and meowing insistently at the designer until she gave in and replaced the jacket in her lap with the tortoise-shell colored kitten, scratching right behind his ears.

“You’re just like your Daddy, aren’t you?” She laughed. “You know just how to get my attention.”

The kitten purred in content, kneading on her blanket covered legs. Watching Miko knead her lap, Josie reached for her phone and sent a photo to her roommates in the next room.

TO: Oh My God They Were Roommates👀👀

Josie: I have been graced with Miko’s presence, If you need me I will be in my room the rest of the night with him

Freddie: Give back my son

Josie: Never. He’s mine now

Freddie: Traitors, both of you. If you’re taking Miko then I’m taking Chip in return

Josie: Leave Chip out of this, he’s innocent!

Roggie: You two are weird

Freddie: Says the one who’s obsessed with his car

Before Josie could respond to her roommates, she saw a notification from her newest client- Brian.

“Hey it’s Brian. Thank you so much for helping me out today on such a short notice!”

She grinned and immediately switched over to his messages, ignoring the budding argument between her roommates that was going on over text.

Josie: Hey! You’re totally welcome. I should have your jacket all fixed up in the next week or so, feel free to swing by next week and it should be done!

Brian: Thanks! Please let me know whenever you finish it, but there’s no rush! My band just got called about a huge gig so I’ve been a bit preoccupied.

Josie: Oooooooh you’re in a band? What do you play?

Brian: Yea, I play guitar. What about you, do you play any instruments?

Josie: That’s so cool! Unfortunately my talents are more in the design world than the musical world. I do want to learn how to play the guitar someday though

Brian: Well maybe I can teach you sometime

Josie: I would like that. Are you busy this week?

Brian: Not too busy, my band does have a gig next week so I have been held up with rehearsals whenever I’m not busy with my work. It’s nothing big, just a pub by Imperial College. What about you?

Josie: I just got a new long term project to work on so I’m still in the early stages of working on that. And I’m looking at your jacket too for what to do for embroidery or customization besides lengthening the sleeves. Do you have any interests or hobbies that could help?

Brian: Well outside of playing the guitar, I’ve actually been interested in space and astrophysics. I have been actually working part time on getting my PhD in Astrophysics.

Josie mentally exited out of the conversation for a moment and turned back to her . She immediately went to her profile and made a new board that she named “Ideas for Brian”, noting that he really likes space and to look for space themed embroidery prints. She had a few ideas in mind now that she knew for sure that he had a strong interest in space. Josie also made a mental note to see if there was any way that she could combine both space and music into one design to make it special just for him.

“Note: see if Bri has photos of guitar he would like used.” She muttered under her breath as she typed out the note before jumping back into the conversation with Brian.

Josie: Oh wow that’s so cool! I had a feeling that you were into space from your jacket you wore today. And that has to be rough working and finishing a PhD AND being in a band

Brian: Yea I guess it was kinda obvious. Luckily we are on a short holiday right now so I can catch my breath and focus on my music.

Josie: I know how that feels, my last year at uni I thought I was going to break down from burnout by the end.

Brian: What did you study?

Josie: I double majored in apparel design and finance.

Brian: That’s cool, how did you get into two completely different subjects like that?

Josie: It’s a long story, remind me and I’ll tell you about it sometime. I have an early shift at Rag Trade tomorrow and need to get to bed soon.

Brian: Yea, I’m about to head to bed too. Goodnight Josie

Josie: Goodnight Brian, talk tomorrow?

Brian: I look forward to it :)

Josie shifted on her bed in a way that disturbed Miko from his nap in her lap. The kitten meowed at Josie before leaping off her bed and made his way out of her room. She noticed that the light in the common room was now out, so she guessed that Freddie and Roger were both asleep, or at least in their own rooms. She placed her phone on the nightstand right next and plugged it in to charge for the night. As she drifted off to sleep, her mind kept drifting towards the curly haired guitarist she had only met a few hours before.

~~~~~~~~~

Josie spent the next couple days working on Brian’s jacket and focusing on what she was going to do with Freddie and Roger’s band as their new stylist. Unfortunately, she had been so busy with her roommates and her own work that she hadn’t been able to meet the rest of the band. Today, she was finally able to meet the remaining members of Queen.

John, their bassist, was the first of the two to arrive. They were holed up in Josie’s back corner of the store that she used as her spot to meet up with clients. In the first few minutes of their meeting, Josie dubbed John as her favorite member. He was a lot more calm and subdued than Freddie and Roger, which was a relieving change. She learned he was still a student, which is why they haven’t met yet since John was busy with his classes whenever he wasn’t rehearsing or performing with Queen. Josie could barely juggle working here with being in school before she graduated, so she gave him props for going after both the band and an honors electrical engineering degree.

She had her tape measure slung over her shoulder as she leafed through a rack of clothes she picked out for the bassist. “What do you think of this?” She asked, holding up a black silky button down shirt. The chest was covered in small white pearl-like stars to add detail. “Freddie picked this one out, though it would look good for one of your upcoming shows.”

John shrugged, holding the material in his hands. “I don’t know. Are you sure it isn’t too flashy for the band?”

The designer laughed. “You’re in a band with Freddie. He would go onstage in red and white booty shorts and suspenders and nothing else if he could so I wouldn’t worry about you looking too flashy.”

Her comment warranted a small laugh from John. “Yea, I don’t really put that past him. But I really do like that shirt.”

Josie smiled and put it on the rack closest to her that she had labeled “Queen Wardrobe.” She was happy that John was warming up to her and her abilities as a stylist. She had heard from Freddie that the kid would go up on stage in plain jeans and a t-shirt if the frontman would let him. Unfortunately a band that had both Freddie Bulsara and Roger Taylor would never allow such a thing so they always had the bassist borrow clothes from one of the two. She made it her goal to find anything that would help John come out of his shell and stop having to borrow appropriate stagewear from his bandmates, but she still wanted him to be comfortable and have a say in what he wore.

Josie and John ended up deciding on three shirts, a pair of black flare jeans, and a pair of white skinny jeans that were also suggested by Freddie. Josie’s favorite thing that they found was a pair of tan platform boots that John was immediately drawn towards when she first pulled them out. She wrapped the clothes hangers together with a rubber band and tagged them “Deaky” to keep with the nickname Freddie had given him and so she would know they were picked for John. She already did the same for Freddie and Roger and was planning to do the same for their guitarist.

As Josie was setting up for her next client, she heard a familiar clacking enter the shop. She turned to see who it was as Freddie greeted them and she immediately froze in place.

It was Brian.

“Brian! I am so glad you were able to make it darling.” The singer exclaimed, abandoning his post at the counter. Brian still hadn’t noticed Josie yet, even though the Rag Trade wasn’t that big of a shop she was still in the back semi-hidden behind the varying racks of clothes.

“You told me to meet you here for the band.” He answered. “Something about us bri new stage clothes?”

Josie watched as Freddie led him back to her station, she saw the gears turning in Brian’s head as they made their way to the back of the shop. When Brian’s eyes finally laid eyes on the new stylist, he froze in place and his eyes went wide in surprise.

“Brian, I would like to introduce you to Queen’s official stylist, the one and only Josephine Crowley.”

#My writing #Brian May #brian may x oc #brian may fic #Queen #queen fic #modern au

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a cut above the rest | lee taeyong

for chlo~

hair-stylist!au honestly taeyong was the only member i could write this au for, because he’s so overworked & dyes his hair so damn much lol 🥴🥴🥴 if any rich nctzens are reading this pls bring him some conditioner and a kingsize bed at the next fansign

omg also I have no idea how a hair salon works so i’m so sorry for my inaccurate descriptions of how to dye hair sksksks

fluffy, two idiots in love my favourite kind tee hee, 4.5k words

song rec: lucky strike by trove sivan

Today was going to be a long day.

Usually, when you dyed hair, you were allowed the luxury of dealing with only one client over a series of hours, or days if necessary. However, your salon was well-known, and highly respected, meaning that you received frequent visits from kpop groups. Each and every time the idols came in, your usually tranquil hair salon was thrown into chaos.

The colouring needed to be done as quickly and discreetly as possible, to avoid the public catching wind of any spoilers for their potential comeback. Unfortunately, this meant shutting the salon down for at least 24 hours, and running all over the place attempting to complete about thirty odd jobs at once. As one of the senior members of staff there, you usually had the luxury of picking and choosing your clients, however whenever idol groups came in, you were expected to oversee each and every member, in order to ensure that they all received the exact treatment that their company entrusted you to give them.

To be honest, you didn’t mind tending to idols if their group was small. They were usually starved for conversation outside of their tight inner circle of mangers and staff members, so always provided you with fun stories and easy chatter. However, this relaxed and friendly attitudes only applied for groups with at most, six members. Since not every member would have a full-on bleach and colour, you had time to stop for a cup of coffee now and then, and still get the job done on time.

Today, however, you were not going to be granted that luxury.

Today, NCT 127 had been booked.

Nine members, though notably much more polite and charming than your average kpop idols, were still nine members, and that meant your day would be spent without hope of even sitting down. What’s more, SM had informed you that morning that every member would at least need a toner to alter their shade a slight amount. Essentially, your workload had just been doubled. Great.

You had barely polished off the breakfast your colleague had grabbed from the café next door, when the boys, accompanied by two managers, tumbled through the door. One of your interns then immediately pulled curtains over the shop front window, turning the sign in the door to read CLOSED. The boys immediately displayed signs of relief, cracking smiles as they pulled off the caps, glasses and masks that prevented them from being recognised, and loped over to their respective chairs.

You caught eyes with Lee Taeyong right away, and looked away to hide the faint blush that dusted your cheeks.

Unfortunately for you, hopeless infatuation with a more or less stranger was a much more common occurence than the average person. You had the tendency to fall in love, or at least into some type of temporary, superficial lust with the idol customers who visited the salon. Chan from Seventeen, Wonpil from Day6, and most recently, Taeyong from NCT. However, this crush on him was bothering you a lot more than your previous ones had.

Usually, your passing fancy was exactly that; passing. Usually intense, but still extremely fleeting. You could hold a coherent conversation with them within months, sometimes even weeks. However, with Lee Taeyong, you had found yourself stuttering for almost half a year now. It certainly didn’t help that he was definitely the most frequent client at your salon, changing his hair colour practically every month.

Though you two knew each other by name now, you were honestly too scared to actually spend a significant amount of time with him, since you knew how quickly your social skills fell apart around someone you liked. So, today you were determined to avoid spending time with him at all costs.

Of course, fate had other ideas. You quickly spotted two employees who were attempting to bleach Taeyong’s hair. No matter how awkward you felt around him, you were not about to let your incompetence get in the way of your profession, and so practically sprinted over to the chair he was sitting in.

“Guys, guys!” You tried not to whine. “If you start the bleaching process at the bottom of the head, you’re going to have to go over your original strips when you put the colour in.” Grabbing a brush from one of their hands, you ignored their bewildered expressions, to collect the strands falling over his forehead, just brushing his eyelids. He looked up from his phone when you did so, and gave a lopsided grin of recognition when he saw your face. He graciously ignored the blush blooming on your cheeks from stroking his face so boldly.

“Hey! It’s been a while, huh?”

“Uh... Yeah, I guess.” You attempted to play off your nervousness at replying to him as being entirely focused on his hair.

“How are you?” He continued, switching off his phone, and looking at your reflection in the mirror opposite you.

“Can’t complain.” You tried to smile back at him, but it came out as what looked like a pained grimace. “Er, you?”

“Tired. Always tired.” He chuckled, but you frowned slightly.

“You should get some rest. Sleep in the chair if you want, no one will mind.” Your parental instincts allowed you to forget how to be awkward for a while. concern taking over from the butterflies in your stomach.

“Maybe.” Taeyong didn’t sound convinced. “I’ve got to monitor our dance practice, but I’m, like, genuinely fine, otherwise. Like you said, I can’t complain.” He smiled again, but it didn’t meet his eyes.

It was obvious your worry made him uncomfortable, so you tried to scale it back, smoothing the frown lines off your forehead. “Whatever you say,” your tone was much more lighthearted. “All I’m saying is, I’m sure your fans would prefer it if you were conscious for your next comeback, not falling asleep on stage.”

“I won’t be falling asleep anytime soon.” He assured you, letting out a wry laugh while looking away from you.

“All I’m saying is, no one’s going to judge you if you take a ten, twenty minute power-nap.” You chided gently.

“You’re so sweet.” He turned around to look up at you, eyes soft, slight smile tugging at his lips.

You let out something that resembled a squeak, and thrust the bleach-covered brush at the coworker standing next to you.

“NicespeakingtoyouTaeyongbye!” You managed, before rushing off to the sinks to calm yourself down. It was almost embarrassing how affected you had been by one single look.

You did not manage to talk to Taeyong again that day. You were surprised how disappointed you were by the fact, however all your resentment washed away, when you caught him snoring softly in his chair, dance practice still playing in the phone in his hands.

You didn’t end up seeing Taeyong for a few months after that. Unsurprisingly, that made you even more curious as to his whereabouts. You found yourself refreshing your social media much more frequently, constantly checking NCT update accounts for any kind of news. You told yourself that it was all due to concern for his health, and it was true that you did fret over the eyebags that were prevalent even through his thickly made-up face. However, you also caught yourself smiling at candid photos of him taken by fansites, and giggling at his group’s appearances on variety shows.

You were worried about your crush. It had never gone further than harmless attempts at flirting with any other customers you had before, and something told you that the intensity was not going to fade any time soon. And that sacred you. You tried to occupy yourself as much as you could with things to keep your mind off Taeyong. Extra clients at work, reconnecting with old friends, clubbing every weekend. However, each time you thought that you were finally getting over your feelings for him, you would be reminded of his presence.

Sometimes it would be a huge billboard on the subway, however it was mostly something small and stupid that reminded you of him. A stuffed bear with huge eyes just like his, laughter heard from across a crowded restaurant that sounded like his, even the red of a balloon tugged along by a little boy that was the exact shade that you had just dyed Taeyong’s. In other words; you were screwed.

However, that morning, you barely had enough time to think of anything, let alone your illicit crush as you shoved a banana in your mouth, scrabbling to lock your front door. You had slept in, and woken up to around fifteen missed calls from your boss. You ran to your car, putting your phone on speaker, and then reversing out of your parking space as you called her back.

“I’m so sorry, I completely overslep-”

“Finally!” Came the shriek on the other end. “Listen, we’ve got NCT coming in today.”

“Oh.” You blinked, immediately regretting not taking a few extra minutes to pick a cuter outfit. “W-which unit?” You tried not to make your nerves noticeable.

“All of them.”

“What?!” You squawked. “All units?!”

“Did I mention the three new members they’ve added? With no notice to us at all? And that they’re expected in fifteen minutes!”

“Please tell me you’re joking.”

“I wish I was.”

You didn’t even bother to hang up before you let out your groan

Just under twenty minutes later, you almost knocked down the doors to the salon. Immediately eighteen boys, five staff members, and twelve of your colleagues stopped what they were doing to look at you. And of course, you could only see Taeyong. Staring at you with a good-natured twinkle in his eye, perfect as always. Great.

You waved to your boss apologetically, as you ducked into the backroom to put your coat away. And then, you got to work.

The day was one of the hardest that you had ever spent at your job. Not only did you have to organise everyone’s hair colouring, which meant attempting to have a eighteen individual fifteen minute consultations within five minutes, you also had to coordinate who would be doing what when, ensuring that there wasn’t a seven-person queue at the sinks, and that no one’s hair fell out from bleach being left in it for too long.

It was actually coming towards the end of the day when you finally got a chance to even be near Taeyong. You saw him sitting in one of the sink chairs alone, and decided to rinse out his final round of toner, since you figured even the interns needed a break. You admired the dusty pink hue that he had chosen silently, as you made your way over. Though it was true that the two of you usually engaged in conversation, no matter how awkward while you did his hair, by the time you managed to get to the salon chair, his softly rising and falling chest showed you that he had already fallen asleep, head lolling in the sink attached to the head of the chair. You smiled, in spite of yourself, and turned the hose on softly, testing the temperature with your hand before starting to wet his scalp.

You made sure to do your job gently, but meticulously, massaging his scalp slightly to ensure that all of the excess product was washed out his hair. You hummed under your breath, simply out of habit, enjoying the welcome break from the madness your day had been so far.

However, you were barely two minutes into the job when Taeyong let out a soft moan. It was so quiet that only the two of you could have heard it, yet the noise startled you so much that you dropped the hose with a loud clang, spraying water all over both Taeyong and yourself. The salon was immediately thrown into pandemonium, as stylists abandoned their posts to mop the two of you up. You apologised over and over to Taeyong, unable to even look him in the eye.

Later, when your boss asked you what had happened, confused since you had, up until then, been such a reliable and talented employee, you were unable to vocalise what had happened. You had barely had time to even breathe since the incident, but had accidentally caught Taeyong’s eye as he swept a cursory glance around the salon to check that all the members had left before walking out himself. As soon as you locked eyes, he blushed an even deeper shade of crimson than you did.

As if your life could get any worse.

Over the next few months, you came to the harsh realisation that Taeyong was avoiding you. Whenever NCT came in to your salon, he mysteriously always had a schedule, or some kind of last minute commitment that the staff members assured you he absolutely could not back out of. Even though it had technically been him who had let out that sound, it seemed that you were the one being punished for it.

However, you knew that you did not have ownership over Taeyong, after a while, begins to come to terms with not ever seeing him again, as it seemed he was extremely determined to make that happen. He stopped popping into your thoughts as much - some days he didn’t cross your mind at all, and you breathed a silent sigh of relief to yourself that your crush was finally coming to an end, convincing yourself that his hiatus was in no way because your feelings were mutual.

That was, until a fateful stormy Wednesday evening, when you were left to close up the shop by yourself. Until, sopping from the torrential rain outside, an all-too-familiar figure burst through the door, breathing heavily, as if he had ran all the way from his dorm to your doorstep. Until all of your buried feelings resurfaced in full force, with one look at his face.

“Taeyong?” You almost whispered, incredulous. “What are you doing here?”

He stood, motionless, dripping water onto the floor. “I have to dye my hair.” He grunted.

“W-well, um, I’m closing, so if you could come back in the morni-”

“No.” He shook his head fervently. “I have to do it now.”

Something about the way his voice broke slightly on the last word in the sentence, shook something within you, and so, instead of refusing, or even asking him why, you simply sighed and pulled out the nearest salon chair.

He seemed slightly taken aback at how quickly you had complied, his demeanour immediately changing from intimidating, to the much more neurotically polite Taeyong that you knew. “Are you sure? I mean-”

“What colour do you want, Lee?” You called from the other side of the salon, already mixing bleach in a bowl.

“Green, please.”

“Green?” You raised your eyebrows. “How green?”

“Have you ever seen our lightstick?”

Three and a half hours later, you were exhausted. It was God-knows-what-time at night, and you had been on your feet for the entire duration of you bleaching Taeyong’s hair about three times, colouring it twice, and adding in enough toner to last a lifetime. What’s more, you had completed your tasks in complete silence. Not even on his phone, Taeyong instead opted to stare determinedly at his own reflection, avoiding your curious gaze, and remaining stoically voiceless. Instead of your usual friendly conversation, all you could hear was the howling of the wind against the windows of the salon, and the rumbles oft under that seemed to be coming even nearer to you.

Though you weren’t particularly afraid of storms, you had to admit that being in such an uncomfortable situation so late at night made you much more wary than you were usually. However, you were much too nervous around Taeyong to even giggle at the awkwardness that hung thick in the air, let alone confide in him your nervousness about the weather. You were beginning to realise that he had an effect on you that no one else ever had before. You were tongue-tied.

However, your ordeal was now finally over. You rolled your head around, stretching out your neck as you walked Taeyong to the door after he had paid, still with neither of you saying anything. You fumbled with your keycard in order to open it, incredibly conscious of his close proximity in his eagerness to leave, breath fanning the back of your neck. You slotted your electronic card into the door’s lock, and watched the light by the handle turn green with a small beep. You then attempted to push the door open, but were prevented by the definitive sound of the lock rattling.

“What?” You muttered under your breath.

Swiping the keycard once more, you tried to open the door again, but were met with the exact same stubborn lock, and a distinctive sinking feeling in your stomach.

“What’s wrong with the door?” Taeyong asked.

You could tell he was impatient, shifting his weight from side to side, and attempting to surreptitiously check his phone for the time.

“I don’t know, it’s... it’s not opening. The lock is jammed or something, I think it might be because of-”

“The storm.” Taeyong finished your sentence. “But that doesn’t make sense. All the other electricity in the building would be fucked up as well. If it’s only the door then-”

Just as he uttered those words, as if by some sick twist of fate, the lights in the salon flickered a few times, before suddenly shutting off.

“Shit.” You said, more to yourself than anyone else.

“Shit is right.” Taeyong huffed. He was already pulling his phone out, dialling a number. You toggled the light switches by the door, but were met with no response.

You both waited with baited breath for the familiar sound of the regular beeps of Taeyong’s, signalling that it was calling someone, that you had a chance at escaping. However, the phone was silent, refusing to follow it’s owner’s instructions. Taeyong tried another number. Then another, then another, and soon he was going through what looked like his entire contact list whilst pacing up and down in the dark.

“I don’t think we have service, Taeyong, there’s no point-”

“I’m trying to get out of here!” He whipped around, snapping at where he had last seen you standing. “Some of us have places to be, you know!”

You couldn’t help but let out a tiny gasp. This was a new, short-tempered and just plain rude side of Taeyong that you had never encountered before.

He didn’t respond in any way to your small reaction, instead finally stopping his pacing. Your eyes still weren't used to the dark, and so you squinted in an attempt to work out where he was, having realised the sounds of him moving had stopped, until you heard his voice right by your ear.

“Sorry.”

You jumped about five feet in the air. “Jesus!” You exclaimed. “You scared me!”

Even then, with both of you still so awkward with each other, and in such a terrifying situation, Taeyong managed to laugh.

“What?” You huffed. “That was terrifying! I can’t see anythi-”

Taeyong switched on the torch on his phone. You resisted the urge to shove your face into your hands. By this time, you had slid down the wall into a little ball, wrapping your arms around your legs. You could now clearly see Taeyong sitting a short distance away from you.

“Oh.” You almost whispered, unsure of whether or not you should attempted to initiate conversation.

After a short pause, in which you could physically feel the uncomfortableness of the situation seeping through the room, Taeyong continued speaking.

“I am sorry though, seriously. I’ve just been stressed recently, ‘cause it’s awards season. I haven’t changed my hair in so long, because I’ve been so mortified about what I did, but the managers told me I needed to change my look, so I came as late as I could to avoid you, but you ended up being the only one here, which is why I’ve been so disgustingly awkward, and now we’re locked in, but I only have a few hours to practice my solo choreography until sound check, but now I don’t have anywhere to practice, not to mention how I definitely won’t get to sleep now, and the members are gonna kill me, since I’m now basically M.I.A., and I don’t-”

Taeyong cut himself off, when you reached over and grabbed his hand. It was an impulsive decision, that shocked you as much as him, however as soon as you did it, you somehow knew that you had made the right choice.

“Taeyong, I can’t imagine how you must be feeling right now.” You weren't exactly sure where you were going with this, but looking at how desperately his brown eyes bored into your own, you understood that you had to at least try to comfort him. "Everything must be incredibly stressful, so firstly, you do not have to apologise to me at all.”

“But-”

You silenced him with a look. “I think it’s amazing, and incredibly admirable that you have so many concerns for the others around you, and so much dedication towards your career. But, Taeyong, maybe this is a good thing. No one is going to be angry at you for getting trapped somewhere out of your control, especially when you were trying to follow orders. Maybe this is a sign that you need to take a minute to think about yourself.”

“I don’t know what you mean.” Taeyong protested stubbornly, now staring down at your intertwined fingers.

“When’s the last time you slept for more than an hour or two, huh?” You reasoned.

“I...”

“Exactly.” You said. “You know what, you’re sleeping now.”

“What?!”

“You heard me. I’ll watch our phones, and keep checking the door, but as long as we’re trapped here, I’m going to force you to finally get some rest, Tae!” The nickname slipped out, but he didn’t comment on it. It had felt so natural slipping off your tongue, and you felt a warmth bloom in your chest in spite of yourself.

“What about my dance practice? I only learnt it yesterday!” He protested.

“Then it’s their fault for not teaching it to you sooner.” You replied.

“I’m serious. I have to make sure it’s okay.”

You knew Taeyong would not let it go, let alone relax until he had the stupid thing nailed.

“Fine. Ten minutes.”

“Twenty.”

“Fifteen, and no more.” You bargained.

“What’s the song? I’ll play it for you.” You offered, searching it up via his instructions, whilst he stretched. Since the room was so quiet, your phone was a sufficient speaker, with the tinny sound of the beat just loud enough to enable Taeyong to hit each move perfectly.

You watched him, enthralled by the way he made his body twist and turn, contorting himself in order to pull off the most seamless performance you had seen from him. Again, you found yourself in awe of the boy’s talent.

“Are you sure you learnt this yesterday?” You tease. “You’re amazing.”

You didn’t miss the way Taeyong’s face heated up at your compliment.

“I, um... Well, it’s only cause, you see, the thing is-”

You interrupted his stammering with a chuckle. “Admit that you’re talented and drop it, Tae. Now come to bed.”

Taeyong almost choked at your provocative statement, and you realised that you enjoyed making him flustered.

“S-sure.”

You laughed again when you watched him lie down on the floor. “I’m not letting you sleep like a homeless person!” You teased. “Put your head on my lap, it’s much softer than wood, I promise.”

You had no idea where all of your newfound confidence was coming from, however you had an inkling that it might have had something to do with the way that Taeyong looked at you. Like you had galaxies collected in your eyes.

Barely able to look at you, he shuffled over, to rest his head on your jeans. Unable to resist, you started to run your fingers through his hair, blowing lightly on his neck, until he groaned.

“Please don’t. You’re too good at this.”

You blushed. “What?”

“This is what got me in trouble last time.” Taeyong was slurring his words slightly, and you realised with surprise, that he was already half asleep. “As if your smile, your smell, your personality wasn't enough, you’re so damn good as playing with my hair. It’s incredibly-” he paused to yawn, “-distracting.”

You smiled. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, I have a big, fat crush on you!” He mumbled.

There was a few seconds of silence where you simply blinked, attempting to process what you had just heard, before Taeyong shot up.

“Oh my god, I didn’t just say that out loud did I-”

The rest of his sentence was muffled by your lips on his. It barely took a few seconds for Taeyong to melt into the kiss with a smile, cupping his hands around your face, and pulling you closer to him.

You broke apart when the fireworks in your stomach became so agitated you could barely breathe.

“In case you haven’t realised,” you said, panting slightly. “I have a big, fat crush on you, too.”

“Well, then,” Taeyong grinned, already leaning in again, “There’s only one thing to do.”

“Nuh, uh.” You shook your head. “You are going to sleep, Mister.” You pushed his head onto your lap again. “What kind of person would I be if I deprived you of an opportunity to actually sleep?”

“Are you serious?” He asked, gazing up at you with nothing short at adoration in his expression.

“Afraid so.” You replied, smirking down at him.

“Well, this is very upsetting.” He pouted playfully, and you couldn't help but to pinch one of his cheeks gently.

“There’s really only one thing that’s going to make me feel better.” He continued.

“Oh yeah?”

“Goodnight kisses. Lots and lots of goodnight kisses.”

The next morning, you were woken by a very flustered intern who had been sent to prepare the shop for it’s opening. The electricity had come back on at around five in the morning, but neither of you had been awake to notice. You sent the girl off on a mundane task in the back, whilst you typed your number into Taeyong’s phone.

He apologised for having to leave, and then you apologised for having kept him so long. He thanked you for letting him sleep on your lap, and then you thanked him for being “Such a ray of sunshine.”

The intern gasped loudly when she saw Taeyong kiss you goodbye, however you were so infatuated that you couldn’t find it within yourself to care. He was all yours now, and you couldn’t be more grateful that your crush hadn’t worn off in the slightest.

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Wedding preparations; queen x reader

*Author’s note*

Okay guys here we go, these next few chapters are very near and dear to me because just last saturday (yep on May 4th) my sister had gotten married and I was so honored to be apart of it as one of her bridesmaids along with all her friends. She really married a great guy and I’m happy for them. Now that all the stress of the wedding is over, I feel like now is the time for these next chapters to be published. I wish my sister and my new brother in law the best of luck as they now move to Nashville and they both get better jobs so that they can spend more time with their baby girl.

Anyways enough rambling I’ll leave you all too it and thank you all for being so patient with me, this semester has really been kicking my ass as of late, I still got one essay and 2 finals to do but that’ll all be over soon and then it’s 3 straight months of writing YAY!!!!! Hopefully I do better now that I’ve managed to do some writing throughout the semester and that I don’t get caught in a rut like I did all throughout last year. Anyways enjoy everyone :)

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The next day I was on the phone with Jack who had apparently tried to call me repeatedly after getting a message from Deacy about all that had happened the past couple of days.

“Yeah love I got your message.”

‘Oh that’s good.’

“Yeah I even heard about the one where you said you’d bring Jensen and Jared to come over and beat the shit out of Freddie.”

‘I knew I should’ve pushed harder to come with you.’

“No, no love there was no need for you to come. There wasn’t any point of you coming here along with me to have only 5 days up here and then end up going back to America.”

‘I know. But you know I love you right (y/n)?’

“Yeah, yeah I know you do.”

‘I really do baby.’ I smiled and then I said.

“Well I—I’ll call you tomorrow.”

‘Okay babe, love you.’

“Love you too.” With that I hung up the phone and smiled softly. I heard footsteps coming from the kitchen to the living room where I was sitting on the couch, I looked up to see John coming with another piece of cake.

Veronica had offered to make some cake samples for the wedding. Even though I told her it wasn’t necessary, she refused to take no for an answer and wanted to at least see if I would go for a wedding cake that she could potentially make instead of having me waste money on a cake.

“Another cake sample; chocolate Zuccotto.” He said as he sat down in front of me on the foot stool.

“Do I really have to try another one?”

“You don’t want it?”

“I mean I’ve already had nine samples already and loved every one of them, I feel like if I eat another bite I won’t find a wedding dress in my size anymore.”

“Well I’ll just tell Veronica she’s too good of a baker for your wedding then.” He said as he set the cake aside. I playfully shoved him with my foot which made him chuckle. “So you talked to Jack?”

“Yeah. Yeah he just got the yes from some more family members, a few friends and his cousins have agreed to be his groomsmen. Have you told him that you and the guys agreed to be in the wedding?”

“Yeah Brian got a hold of him last night after you went to bed. And I told him I’d agreed to be the best man. Have you talked to Veronica about the Matron of Honor position yet?”

“I was planning on telling her later today when me, her, Nique and Chrissie go out dress shopping.” He nodded. “Have you gotten a stylist yet?”

“Jared’s wife Gen is actual a professional hairstylist and runs her own beauty salon so she’s gonna help with my hair and makeup.”

“And how about a song for you and Jack?”

“Not yet. Honestly I don’t know if there’s even a good enough song that could really help express my love for Jack.”

“You’ll find one love, don’t worry about it.” He said as he rubbed my shoulder. I nodded and that’s when I noticed the time and I said.

“Oh shit I better head over to the bridal store; I promised the girl’s that we’d meet right at the doors when it opens at 10.”

“Well I won’t keep you and I’ll just see myself out.”

“Thanks for bringing the samples over Deacy. Veronica’s lucky to have someone like you.”

“Nah she was stuck with me.”

“Hey, she loves you immensely.” I shoved him again as I grabbed my purse and we both went out the front door. I locked my house up and Deacy and I cheek kissed each other goodbye and he went home while I went downtown towards the bridal store to meet up with the wives of Queen.

I managed to reach the store with about 10 minutes to spare. Already I saw a crowd of women trying to be the first ones inside. Reason for that being was because today “Monique’s Bridal shop boutique” was having a 25% off sale on all her designer dresses. I parked my bike and tried to look over the crowd of women who were pushing and shoving people out of the way.

“(Y/n)! (Y/n)!” I could hear Dominque cry out. I soon saw her wiggle out and managing to peek out from the crowd and she held out her hand. “Quickly take my hand before I lose my spot!” I took it and she pulled me in.

Much like Roger, if anyone tried to push us out of the way, she would snap at them like a defensive lioness and tell them to literally ‘back the fuck away you harpies’ or my favorite, ‘you push this girl back, then your dress won’t be the only thing people will look at’.

We finally reached the front doors where Chrissie and Veronica helped us in and I said to them.

“God is it always like this?”

“When you have a sale like this, I’m afraid so. It was the same way back when I married Brian 10 years ago.” Said Chrissie.

“Okay ladies now remember, keep these whistles on you at all times, and if you see a potential dress, blow and hold that dress closer than you could ever imagine.” Veronica said as she handed out whistles for the three of us.

“Don’t you think it’s kinda extreme V?” I asked.

“Aww first time brides are so cute.” She said. She stroked my cheek and said as she cupped it, “Listen sweetie, deals on wedding dresses like this don’t come around very often. It’s a miracle we managed to pick a shopping date that this sale actually began on. Women will do anything to obtain the dress they need, even if it means using extreme violence.”

“For real?” I asked. All three of them nodded and that’s when one of the employees came up to the door.

“Alright ladies, this is it; as soon as that door unlocks, you run like hell.” Dominque said. The woman took out the keys and lifted them to the lock and I could hear the click, then like a broken dam with water spurting out everywhere, every single woman raced inside and went for the first dresses they could find.

I ran further into the shop towards a bunch of dresses that were on hangers and looked through them. They were either too puffy of the sleeves, or too long of a train. I browsed and browsed until finally I seemed to have found the right one.

“Oh my god, this is it. I’ve found the one.” I went to grab it when I felt someone else grab the dress at the same time. We were both tugging on it till finally I was pulled to the other side of the rack where a woman in her late 30’s early 40’s stood with short red hair and green eyes. She was tanned but I could see some early stages of wrinkles showing up.

“Well seems I’ve caught a little parasite with this dress.”

“Excuse me?” I snapped.

“Darling no offense but if you think you can pull off this dress, you might want to check the doll section over there. They might have one that’s for such a tiny thing like you.” Wow the girls weren’t kidding. This woman was really starting to piss me off.

“No offense giantess but if you tried on this dress you might not be able to hide those giraffe legs of yours.” She glared down at me and pulled on the dress and sneered.

“Let go of it you little brat.”

“No you let go bitch!” We tugged it back and forth till finally I grabbed my secret weapon and blew on the whistle and it pierced the air. I kept blowing it and blowing it till finally I heard Chrissie’s voice exclaimed.

“Oi! I think she saw the dress first.” The woman turned towards the three women who were now standing behind me and that’s when Dominque said.

“So I suggest you release that dress less you want to wake up with barely any teeth left in your mouth for that perfect wedding picture.” The woman glared down at me and I only smirked up at her as she had no choice but to release the dress and walk away.

“Wow Dominque, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you act this defensive.” I told her.

“Well when you’re in a relationship with Roger Taylor, you pick up on a few things. So you found one?”

“Yes, I think this is the one.” I said as I held it up.

“Now hold on love, first rule of wedding dress shopping; never go for the first one unless is absolutely the one for you. Now Chrissie and I managed to find about three others that would be perfect for you. So let’s try them on in the backroom.” Said Veronica as she placed an arm around my shoulder and guided me to the backroom.

Chrissie and Dominque stood guard of the remaining dresses while Veronica was in the changing room with me trying on the dress that I had picked out.

“So how did you like those cake samples I had made?”

“Oh V they were delicious. All of them, I don’t think I can pick just one.”

“Well don’t worry love, you’ll choose one. At least you and Jack both agreed on chocolate cake, now we just need to find the perfect brand of chocolate.”

“Maybe you could fly out to America and let Jack have a taste of some of your samples.”

“One step ahead of you darling.” As she tied up the corset part of the dress, I felt like I was being constricted like a snake as I gasped out.

“Can’t breathe!”

“See this is why we try things out. They may look good but sometimes it doesn’t mean they feel good.”

“I just didn’t expect it to have a corset setting though. And this was such a beautiful dress too. Now I feel like a complete idiot for almost rumbling with that woman when this dress wasn’t even going to fit me. What if we never find the right one?”

“Hey now don’t you say that. We’ll find you a dress, I promise we will find you one. Let’s try on the one Dominque found for you.”

Dress after dress after dress and they were either too tight, too long, or it just didn’t feel right on me. We spent god knows how long in the shop for trying on practically every dress we could find. It was then we decided to tag-team search; Dom and Chrissie went together while Veronica and I teamed up and we began the search again.

As Veronica and I went through almost every rack in the store, she gasped and said.

“(Y/n) come here quick!” I raced over to her and she held out the most beautiful wedding dress I had ever seen.

“Oh my…..”

“Let’s go try it on, quick!” She took my hand and blew her whistle for Dominque and Chrissie to hear as she raced me back towards the changing rooms.

After getting the dress on, Veronica first stepped out and I slowly followed behind her with the dress and matching veil on and the three of them were in awe.

“Oh my…..(y/n).” Dominque cooed.

“This is it. I feel so beautiful in this dress.” I whimpered out.

“You look beautiful in it sweetie. Let’s get it and then we’ll make an appointment with a tailor to make any adjustments.” She helped me out of the dress and we got Chrissie and Dominque to meet us outside while Veronica and I bought the dress. As the cashier rang up the price I thought it was a good time to ask her now.

“Hey V.”

“Yes love?”

“I want to ask you an important question.”

“Sure what’s up?”

“Well you’ve already done so much for me for this wedding already and since I don’t really have friends my own age anymore since I became the Rock Angel. I was wondering if you’d—would you like to be my Matron of honor?” She looked at me with a shocked expression before it broke off into a wide smile and she embraced me and said.

“I’d be happy to darling! Thank you so much for asking me.” I smiled and hugged her back. The cashier congratulated us and Veronica paid for the dress.

I tried to convince her not to but she wanted to because as the Matron of Honor she wanted to make sure that everything was perfect and that she could handle the big payments while I handle the little stuff. Of course I’ll let her have it for now but later on down the road we’re gonna come to a compromise.

After buying the dress and asking Dominique and Chrissie if they’d be willing to be my bridesmaids, they both agreed and were ecstatic to be a part of my big day.

Once getting the dress, we decided that after a stressful day of trying to get the dress, we all went to the pub in celebration for finding the perfect dress and for finally finishing picking my bridesmaids as well as officially having a Matron of honor.

By nightfall, I arrived back at the house with the dress and put it in the closet until it came time for me to head to America to help out with the remaining preparations for the wedding.

That night I tried to fall asleep but all I kept doing was tossing and turning. Something was stirring in my head as I began to dream a million dreams after the day of my wedding.

Jack and I buying a house, living away from society, having a large family, owning a huge property of land, or even a small cottage whatever it was we agreed to have in the end.

Finally looking at the clock to see that it was only 12:35am I decided to head down to my studio as the perfect wedding song finally came to mind.

*3rd Person POV*

Brian, Roger and John arrived at their Rock Angel’s house just to check and see how things were going since they didn’t get an update from either her or their wives. They let themselves in as Roger called out.

“(Y/n)?! Oi (y/n) you here love?”

“She might still be asleep.” Suggested Deacy.

“Maybe, or she could be downstairs in the studio, let’s check down there first.” Brian stated. The three of them walked down the basement stairway that led to the recording studio that was down there and low and behold they saw their girl lying at the control booth with papers scattered around and about a dozen cups of coffee mugs surrounding the studio.

“Some things never change.” Said Deacy.

“That girl I’ll tell you what.” Stated Roger. They walked over to her and Brian knelt down and stroked the hair out of her face as he whispered.

“(Y/n), c’mon love time to wake up. Open those beautiful (e/c) eyes of yours.” She quietly stirred and moaned but like the flutter of butterfly wings, her eyes opened. “There she is.”

“Asleep at the control again I see love.” Said Deacy.

“What time is it?” she groaned as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes.

“Almost 11 in the morning, did you even try to get any sleep last night love?” Roger said as he came up behind her and gently gave her shoulders a gentle massage.

“I couldn’t sleep at all, so many things were running through my head and then a song came up that I just had to work on. But I guess I must’ve fallen asleep working on it.”

“Poppet if this is for your new album put it aside, it can wait. Can’t have the future bride looking like a corpse as she walks down the aisle.” Said Deacy.

“There’s no album. This song is for the wedding. I—I came up with a song for Jack and I’s first dance as husband and wife. We’ve been having trouble picking a song, but then last night it hit me. So I tried getting to work on it as fast as I could and hopefully ran at least one full take of it before I fly back to America and get too busy with the rest of the wedding planning.” Brian took one of the pieces of paper and read over the words and said.

“Mind if we hear a bit of it?” she nodded and then stood up which caused Roger to stop massaging her shoulders but she quickly thanked him for it as she grabbed an acoustic guitar before sitting by the grand piano bench.

“I mean it’s not much and I’m still working on some of the words but here’s what I’ve got. First; I imagine the opening to be like a string opening of a cello or maybe several violins before coming in like this,” she then began picking at the acoustic guitar strings.

She then began singing the acoustic notes as she then switched and played the first few notes on the piano before returning back to the guitar and began to sing what she had.

I close my eyes and I can see

A world that's waiting up for me

That I call my own

She then scattered out notes since she didn’t quite have the words right for the continuation of the song until she came in at the bridge.

They can say, they can say it all sounds crazy

They can say, they can say I've lost my mind

*Scatters*

We can live in a world that we design

She then started up the full chorus and sung it loud and proud. As she sang it with such finesse and rawness, the boys began to see that she had a special vision for this song.

'Cause every night, I lie in bed

The brightest colors fill my head

A million dreams are keeping me awake

I think of what the world could be

A vision of the one I see

A million dreams is all its gonna take

Oh, a million dreams

For the world we're gonna make

She then played the piano for a bit before stopping.

“That’s all I’ve came up with. The rest as you can see are just various rubbish lines that I may or may not use.”

“Well I don’t think these upcoming lines are rubbish.” Deacy said as he took one sheet and read out loud, “‘Special things we compile each one there to make us smile, on a gloomy day’”.

“Thanks Deacy.”

“This song is promising, and I know Jack will like it. You definitely have a vision and if you’re willing, we can help you with the lyrics you’re having trouble with.” Said Brian. Her eyes widened and she said.

“You’d—you’d really do that for me?”

“This isn’t out first rodeo love, just leave everything to us.” Roger said as he rubbed (y/n)’s shoulders once more.

“Wait, wait what do I do?”

“You have the best job of all, and that’s getting some sleep.”

“What no? No I can’t I—I have to make sure this song is perfect and no offense guys not that I don’t trust you but don’t you think that I should guide you through on what I want for this song?”

“Yes, but at this point you’re running on hardly any sleep and over 12 cups of coffee that have long passed your system. At this rate you look more like a corpse bride and we refuse to allow you to push yourself than what you’re already under.”

“But I—”

“No buts. The only but I want to see is yours walking upstairs to your room and said but getting into bed and getting some sleep.” Roger stated. She looked at the blonde drummer who looked down at her daring her to speak up against him. Before she could say anything, Brian spoke up.

“He is right about one thing (y/n),” she turned towards the curly haired guitarist and he continued, “We’ve known you long enough to know that you’ll continue to work until you drop. This song shouldn’t be the sole focus at this point. With all the upcoming stress you will be facing for this wedding, you need as much sleep as you can get. We’ll try and work out the song and we swear to you; we’ll only change a lyric or two. We won’t change the vision that you have for this song.” She groaned and that’s when Roger acted.

He wrapped an arm around her shoulder and guided her out of the studio. Once they were at the top of the steps, Roger then picked his daughter bridal style and carried her the rest of the way up to her master bedroom.

He set her down on the bed hearing her soft mumbles, probably future lyrics to the song or saying that she needed to finish the song. Had to finish it.

“We’ll finish it love, together. For now bride to be, go to sleep.” He kissed her forehead and stroked through her hair and proceeded to sing ‘Hey Jude’ as a lullaby to her, and within no time at all, the Rock Angel was fast asleep. Roger softly chuckled and whispered to her, “Sweet dreams, my lion cub.” He lightly kissed her cheek and tucked her in before leaving her room and heading back downstairs to the basement studio.

*My POV*

By the time I woke up, the sun was still out and when I turned to look at my clock I saw that it was 4:15pm. I also took notice that beside me was a plate of pizza. I smiled softly knowing that the guys must’ve ordered in so I took the pizza and as I took a bite, it was still pretty warm so it must’ve been very recent that they ordered it in.

I ate up the pizza and felt like I had died and gone to heaven then once that slice was gone, I hoped they at least saved me another slice because now I’m beginning to feel the nipping of hungry chew at my stomach, you know that feeling when your stomach feels like it’s chewing on itself when you’re so hungry.

I walked back towards the studio and I could hear the distinct chatter of the boys.

“But see if we come in at 16 then that changes the entire tempo of the song.” I heard Brian say.

“But for a brief moment, then we can go back into the original tempo of it.” Roger’s voice said.

“I don’t think she’d like that, we’ll just ask her if it’s what she wants. I’d hate to be blamed for ruining her vision.”

“Well thankfully you don’t have to wait anymore.” I spoke up. The three of them turned around and Deacy said.

“Well someone looks well rested.”

“I feel well rested. Thanks for always looking after me guys.”

“No thanks are needed lovely.” Said Roger.

“So,” I hopped off the last couple of steps and walked towards them and said, “What have you boys done to my song?” I was then given my sheets of paper by Brian and the four of us went over the song.

“And you said that by the end of the chorus you wanted the piano?” asked Roger.

“Yes, I’ll take over from there at that point. I think the acoustic won’t come back till literally the end.”

“Okay done.”

“Hey, can I run something by you guys?” I asked. Their attention turned towards me and I continued, “So for the second chorus, I can’t decide whether to go up or down. I mean not to sound conceded, but both sound sexy and chilling. It’s been bugging me for days now.”

“Hmm, I think I might have an idea.” Said Brian.

“Lay it on my Bri. At this point I’m desperate. I’ll do anything except have a recording play over during the reception.”

“How about we make this a duet? Roger can assist you during the second chorus.”

“A duet?”

“He’s right. You both blend well with your voices together, if you guys can do what you both did for ‘Shallow’ I think it’ll do good.” Deacy confirmed.

“Rog?” I turned towards him.

“I don’t mind.”

“Okay let’s take it from this part. Now which word are you thinking about doing the blending of both high and low note?” asked Brian.

“At the word ‘take’ towards the bottom just before the chorus ends.” I answered.

“Okay so you’ll go down (y/n) while Roger goes high.” We both nodded as Brian sat by the piano and began playing the tune and I sang the last two lines of the second verse before both Roger and I came in at the second chorus.

Our voices blending perfectly together with my low alto range and his raw high range that he’s known for in Queen. And when it came time for the divide, Deacy reminded us of who was going up and who was going down. When the moment came, Deacy pointed down to the ground in my direction while he pointed up towards Roger’s direction.

As I heard the note that I had imagined, I literally had goosebumps going up my arm and shivers went up my spine. As I sang the last part of the chorus for my solo, I literally squealed.

“THAT’S IT!!!” And then like clock-work and after resting, the bridge suddenly came to me as I began playing the piano and singing the bridge that was coming to me like the flick of a switch.

The boys kept track of what I sang so that I wouldn’t lose it and as the workshop continued the song was slowly coming together until it was finally ready. I was now in the booth running the full track of the song and once it was done, the boys smiled at me from the opposite end of the booth and Brian said.

“Beautiful darling.” I smiled and was overjoyed.

Dress; check

Song for the bride-groom dance; check

Location for wedding/reception; check

RSVP checklist; check

Bridesmaids/groomsmen/matron and best man; check

Song for the Father-daughter dance; check, check and check

The check list for the wedding was coming along greatly. Within the next few days I then flew back to America to help with Jack and the two of us continued to prepare for the wedding.

Months passed and it was just a week before the wedding. The boys and their families flew out to America to get settled into the hotels they were staying at as well as the show up for any duties that they were required to do in order to help decorate the venue.

We had actually gotten a lot done in such a short amount of time. Currently I was up in Jack’s bedroom at his place. Veronica and Laura were with me, Laura was watching as her mum was currently working on my eyebrows, doing a home-style doctoring of them. I was holding the mirror while she used the tweezers to pluck out my furry eyebrows and make them look nice and thin before the wedding.

“C’mon now love stay still.” I groaned and whimpered in pain as she plucked hair after hair of my left eyebrow. She apologized every now as well as saying she just needed a couple more. Finally the torture stopped. “Sorry love.”

“Not too much arch V I don’t wanna be like,” I then mocked a fake gasp as I raised my brows as high as I could “The president and the Queen of England are having a steamy affair.” The two of us giggled and she said as she came back towards my face.

“Okay wait, wait, wait watch out let me get this one now.” She then pulled the hair out and I groaned as I rubbed around it trying to ease the pain as Veronica continued, “From furry to fierce girl, Jack won’t know what hit him. Don’t you think so Laura?” She cooed at her daughter.

“You look like a princess auntie (y/n).” she said.

“Aww thank you baby, say want me to do yours next?” I said as I tugged her into my lap and playfully tickled her making her squirm as we heard a knock at the door.

“Come in!” Veronica called out. Opening the door was none other than Deacy. “Hello my husband.”

“Hey Deacy.”

“Oh Veronica’s day spa?” he teased which made us laugh. “Veronica love, we should be getting back to the hotel. Brian was just putting the boys into bed.”

“Yeah you’re right. Let me just talk with (y/n) about a couple more things and I’ll meet you down in the car.” Veronica said.

“Very well, but you better be in the car in the next 5 minutes.” Said Deacy as he walked up to his wife and the two of them kissed each other’s cheek. He then came around towards me and kissed my cheek and said, “Goodnight love.”

“Night brother of mine.” I said as I pecked his cheek back.

“Alright you c’mon along. Maybe you can be an example for your mother and your aunt.” Deacy said to Laura as he picked her up. She tiredly rubbed her eyes and let out a soft yawn.

“Goodnight Laura-bear.” I said.

“Night-night auntie (y/n).” she said as she leaned up against her daddy’s shoulder. Deacy wrapped his arms around her and carried her out of the room. I smiled warmly and said to Veronica.

“You both are just too damn cute together. I swear it’s like you both were meant to be.”

“Ehh he’s alright.” She teased which made me playfully shove her making her laugh. “Nah John’s great. When I was pregnant with Robert I was so scared he wouldn’t want anything to do with him because we were so young, but he popped the question right then and there and vowed to stay by my side for every morning sickness, every appointment and every milestone for not only him but for every child we would have in the future.”

“And you both have made 4 perfect little angels. I only hope Jack and I can be just like you guys.”

“Sweetie, a word of advice. Just be you and Jack. Your story may have some similarities to John and I, but never try to follow our example. You both make your own stand and your own marks in life. Believe me even John and I have made mistakes in the past. Not every couple is perfect, no matter how it seems on the outside. But I do hope you and Jack find happiness together. After all you’ve been through, you deserve this honey.”

“Yeah.” I sighed heavily and said, “I just wish they were here to see this day. I bet my dad would be a blubbering mess right about now and my mum would be frantically trying to make sure everything was in place.”

“They’re always watching you sweetheart. When someone we love leaves us, they’re never really gone. And I know they’d be so happy for you right now. Just like we all are.” She stroked my cheek and we both hugged and kissed each other goodnight. She walked out of the room and soon her and Deacy left Jack’s home and soon enough Jack had come into the bedroom.

“Hey love.” I said with a smile.

“Hey baby.” He said as he came into bed and pulled me close to him. His arm wrapped around my back, drawing random patterns along my spine while I cupped the side of his face as the two of us lay there face to face of each other. “Can you believe in one week we’ll finally be husband and wife?”

“It seems like it was only yesterday when you popped the question before millions of people at Madison Square Garden.”

“I can’t wait to call you my wife.”

“And I can’t wait to call you my husband.” He smiled and leaned forward and kissed me softly. His free hand cupped the side of my face, his thumb brushing across my cheek and as we separated and pressed our foreheads together. “So, you got your bachelor party assembled?”

“Yeah, Jared and Jensen are taking me up to a lodge up in Colorado this weekend along with the rest of the groomsmen.”

“Promise not to have too much fun and end up falling in love with a hot ski girl?”

“She won’t even compared to you. Promise me you won’t fall in love with a male stripper?” I laughed softly and said.

“Don’t worry, the girls will keep an eye on me during our spa retreat in Huston.” Jack then reached over and turned out the lights and the two of us cuddled together before finally falling asleep.

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ahomeganeyatsu · 5 years

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Ran Off in the Night (Part 8)

The shop was a quaint little place a few blocks from their building. It was located in a busy street but it’s nestled within a corner and blended too well with the other shops. You would hardly even notice it was there. It was the kind of shop you would miss entirely unless you weren’t actively searching for it. The type that only shows up when you’re in need of it.

Lucas remembered coming upon it accidentally. How he stood in the middle of the street, wishing he could find a place he could hide in a bit to calm his nerves. And suddenly he saw it, right there across him. This hole-in-the-wall shop with its obscured glass display, with tiny knick-knacks and hanging plants. The stylistic script advertising it as QS and nothing more.

He felt compelled to approach it. He hadn’t even noticed he was pushing through the door until he was facing a dimly lit interior. The bell was still tinkling behind him, alerting the owner of a potential customer. He didn’t know whether it was an apothecary, a bookstore, an antique shop or all of it at once. There were shelves upon shelves of varying things, all mixed it one place and it should have clashed but it didn’t. The chaos exhibited a certain harmony Lucas wouldn’t have believed possible if he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes.

It has been months from what had been his first and only visit. (Until now, that is.) He thought that the owner would have redecorated by now, or resorted the shelves. But things look to be the same as the last time he had been here—save for the new additions or lack of some.

“That better not be you Dorian! I don’t care what you say, I’m keeping the grimoire!” a voice boomed from the back of the shop, echoing loudly in the whole room. He noticed how some items quivered in their spots, shifting to tuck themselves further, as if fearing for their lives. Lucas was used to strange things but he will never get used to that.

Claws clicked against the wooden floors and the teen twisted in his spot to find a tiny animal with large ears and a small slightly pointed snout walking towards him. The top of its coat was a soft orange and the rest of it was a cream-colored white. Its red-ruby eyes stared at him intently and like the first time, it unnerved him.

“Hey, Fynn,” he greeted the fennec fox. Fynn gave no response and continued advancing on him. Lucas kept himself still. He let the fox circle him, sniffing around his shoes and pants. He waited patiently until Fynn was satisfied in his scenting. Once he was, the little fox pounced on him without any warning. It didn’t surprise the teen as much. Lucas had been quite ready to catch him. He gave the little fella a scratch behind one of his large ears. For such a tiny thing, Fynn’s purr rivaled that of a car engine.

“Someone definitely missed you.” Lucas looked up from his petting and saw a woman standing at the entrance to the backroom, watching them with a smirk. There was a certain agelessness to her. And no matter what, Lucas would always feel like a child in front of her.

The first time he met Quellen Squall, Lucas had wanted to ask if she was real. At first glance, she looked human. With short ebony hair, sharp cheekbones, straight thin nose, plump lips and the shape of her dark eyes spoke of East Asian descent. She was wearing a bright red coat and pants and a silver mesh shirt, and combat boots. The only make-up she wore was the black eye-liner that curled into a winged-tip. She possessed one of those androgynous faces. She was beautiful and handsome, and Lucas felt himself flush when he realized he was staring.

But then he blinked. And he saw the way some parts of her skin shimmered, like dappled sunlight, and what he thought had been fin-like accessories on her ears were actually part of them. Lucas would have been scared. He would have run out of there. But Quell looked at him with such kind eyes and a soft smile. Lucas had decided to stay.

“So, what brings you to my humble shop? You weren’t pretty forthcoming in your messages.” Quellen’s words nudged him out of his trip down memory lane. Lucas blinked as she took her spot behind the counter. “Also, I can’t believe it took you months to actually come back! Was the tea that bad?”

“No, no, it was alright. Just… stuff happened. And it wasn’t like I was in need of anything.” Lucas shrugged as he walked up to Quell and deposited little Fynn on the counter. The fox was satisfied with the petting and decided he wanted off.

“Not even for the pleasure of our company? You wound us, mon loulou.” She swooned dramatically and Lucas could only watch, expression torn between amusement and confusion.

“Why would you want a mundane hanging out at your shop?” There must have been something in his voice. A catch. An inflection. An emphasis. He didn’t know. But it was there. Q’s whole face had just shifted along with the atmosphere in the shop. She straightened and looked at him. It made Lucas fidget with the hems of his sleeves. He felt like a specimen pinned on a slide, scrutinized under the lens of the microscope.

“I don’t tolerate that kind of talk in my shop, little one. And you’re not exactly one to talk, considering.” She left the statement hanging in the air.

“What does that even mean?” he asked flummoxed. Quell just gave him a look. One that told him he was on his own there, that he should know what Quell was talking about, that he couldn’t be that stupid not to have known. But Lucas really didn’t.

“Your shop isn’t easy to find when I’m actually, you know, looking for it,” he said instead. If Quell wasn’t going to speak more on the matter, he’ll leave it at that.

“Maybe I should reconsider that layer of the wards,” Quell muttered to herself, frowning at something in the air. She waved her hand and a wisp of magenta trailed after it. She nodded, pleased with whatever she had just done and turned to Lucas. “Great, now you can visit anytime. Fynn’s grown rather attached to you. You have no idea how unbearable he was the past month.”

“Uh…what exactly happened?” he titled his head to the side in query.

“I adjusted the wards so you can come and visit whenever. Play with this little monster,” she patted Fynn’s head, whose ears flicked irritably. Lucas wondered if he should warn Quell to be extra careful that night seeing as Fynn positively vibrated with the intent to murder. “Just you though,” Quell continued oblivious to the furry quadruped plotting against her, “so if you have friends you want to tag along, better tell me first. Also, this way it’ll be easier for you to perform your end of the bargain.”

Remembering what he had come here for, Lucas shoved thoughts of Fynn and his revenge aside. He leaned against the counter, ready to transact with the woman. “Okay, I need information.”

Quell looked impressed that he had gone straight to the point. “Information.” She hummed, rubbing her chin thoughtfully. Her dark eyes regarded Lucas with curiosity, “What information are we talking about?” The woman snapped her fingers and a tray laden with a teapot, two cups and a plate of biscuits appeared between them.

“A name, if you could. Or possibly places I could find him.” A stool had materialized behind him and prodded him to take a seat. He almost swatted it away. Hackles rising from being harassed by furniture. It was persistent and Lucas had no choice but to concede.

Quell smiled over the lip of her cup, breathing in Jasmine. “Well, who are you looking for mon loulou? Any particular specie? Is it a child of the Night? The Moon? Of Lilith? A Fey even?”

Lucas rolled his eyes. The terms Quell had thrown at him rang vaguely familiar. You’re certainly pretty enough to be one of the fey. He willed the blush not to show on his face. He gulped and forced himself back into the present.

“You know half of what you said doesn’t make sense to me, right? Like at all,” he raised his brow and his hand began to gesticulate wildly. “I barely understand what this other world is.”

“And whose fault do you think that is?”

“It’s not like I want to learn more about your world,” Lucas groused, crossing his arms over his chest. He knew he was acting like a petulant child. But Quell was telling him in not so many ways that not knowing how things work in her world was Lucas’ fault. Which, okay, was true but he was putting in efforts not to become a part of it. “I’d rather be as clueless as possible to avoid trouble and you’re not all the sharing-information-for-free type.”

“Point taken. Alright, well, give me a description of this person then.” She motioned for Lucas to go on.

He almost blurted out the stupidest thing but managed to stop himself. The descriptors drop dead gorgeous with the prettiest eyes and infuriating smirk weren’t going to help him. Quell needed identifying marks, things that made whoever Lucas was searching for distinct. He reached for the cup of tea Fynn was nosing towards him as he thought of where to begin. One that wouldn’t make him sound like he was interested in the guy in that way. (He was though. Like a teeny-tiny bit.)

He took a sip of his tea, mulling over his words. It was best to go with the easiest then. He lifted his eyes to meet Quell’s, “He wears a lot of black,” he started off. “I thought it was a fashion statement at first, but it seemed like it’s because it blended with the shadows. He carries this weird, glowy blade and his skin has these strange tattoo-like marks.”

He also kind of flirted with me, and gave me my favorite snack before disappearing on me, but this is after he stalked me for the whole week.

I also have his hoodie.

Quell choked on her tea.

If it had been someone else, Lucas would be laughing in stitches right now. But this was Quell. He’d rather not piss her off. So, the teen said, “Shit, Quellen, what the hell. Are you alright?” He coughed to dislodge the mirth trapped in his throat. The brunette scrambled from his seat to help her, but she waved him off.

Lucas wondered if she happened to catch his thoughts. He hoped to whoever she hadn’t.

Fynn was unbothered by all of this. He just sat on the counter top, chewing on a biscuit, minding his own business, and just soaking it in. Quell snapped her fingers and a box of Kleenex appeared. Lucas grabbed several sheets and handed them to her. She accepted them generously. She was still coughing as she wiped the dribble of tea on her chin and the corner of her lips. Then dabbed at the tears on her eyes.

Recovered from her ordeal, she turned to Lucas with wide eyes. Or as wide as they could go anyway. Her face spoke volumes of incredulity. Wrestling with the knowledge of what Lucas was asking of her. Trying to come to terms that the boy was looking for this particular person. “Lucas,” and hearing his name out of Quell for the first time that day, it clued in the teen that this had just gotten serious. “Lucas, why are you looking for a Shadowhunter?”

A shadow-what now?

Lucas stared at Quell, waiting for her to say something more. When she didn’t and only continued to look back at him, the teen tugged at the collar of his shirt awkwardly. He cleared his throat and scratched his cheek. “I don’t want to sound stupid,” too late, he already did. “But what the fuck is a Shadowhunter? Do they like, literally hunt shadows?”

Let it be said that some days he, Lucas Lallemant, may not be the brightest crayon in the box.

The way Quell’s brows slowly rose had the boy immediately protesting, “It’s a legitimate question! Don’t look at me like that!”

But the words have passed his mouth and his image was forever tarnished in the eyes of Quellen Squall. The prospect of smacking him right upside the head was looking quite tempting to her. “No,” she finally answered. “The job description doesn’t quite live up to the job title.” The blush he had been willing away earlier was winning the battle. He was glad that Quell wasn’t mentioning his ill-timed impersonation of a lobster.

“Shadowhunters. In simpler terms, they’re like the police of the Downworld. They keep things in order, as much as they can anyway. Usually they step in when mundanes get involved, when they get hurt. They used to stay out of other Downworlders’ business, but with the new Accords, a council’s been set up to hear cases when factions are disputing. It’s messy and you don’t need to know this.” She had probably seen the lost look overtaking Lucas’ face and took pity on him. “The point is,” she sighed, rubbing her temple gently, “Shadowhunters hunt demons. They protect mundanes and the Downworld in general. Keep the mundanes as oblivious about the existence of the Downworld.” Her eyes met his once again. “So, why are you looking for one?”

Lucas knew there was no point in lying to her. He may have been well-versed in the art of subterfuge, but Quell could probably whiff out any lie he would give. She won’t push him when he omits any information. She was simply like that. But it didn’t mean she would simply drop it. In the short time he had known her, that much had been certain to Lucas.

He drummed his fingers on the counter top. A 1-4-2-3 pattern he did as a child when he started playing the piano. He glanced at Quell. She was waiting for his answer. He wasn’t sure how much he could tell her. Quell knew something about him that he didn’t. Her earlier statement about him made that abundantly clear. He didn’t know why she couldn’t just tell him. But he guessed the universe didn’t function like that. It didn’t just provide answers that easily. If that had been the case, there would be less trouble in the world. Lucas also understood that in this world—this Downworld that Quell spoke of—you couldn’t trust people fully. Quell made no indication that Lucas could trust her wholly but she didn’t give him any reasons to distrust her either. He still has no idea why Quell was helping him in the first place. The woman did things for a price. And getting off with simple manual labor like last time, it sounded too good to be true.

She simply can’t be fond of him to be granting him these favors. Still, Lucas would take what he could get. She may be hiding something, but the day he met her she had been nothing but helpful to him.

“The guy’s been following me the past week,” he told her at last. “He said not to find him since he’ll come find me. Except he hasn’t exactly shown up again? He just—” he made a poof sound as his hand demonstrated the action, “—so I figured fuck it. I’m gonna go look for him.”

Quell gave him a look that said she was impressed of his initiative, but also spoke of how stupid she found that decision had been. She didn’t remark about it though. Instead, she frowned and asked, “Why was he following you?”

“That’s the thing I wanted to know too.” He scowled as he grabbed a cookie from the plate. He bit into it with ferocity, raining crumbs on the surface of the counter and on himself. “He wasn’t the most talkative about that.”

“Don’t take it out on the cookie, kid,” Quell chided him. With a wave of a hand, the crumbs that littered the counter vanished. “I can’t tell you where the Institute is. It’s like their base of operations,” she explained before Lucas could voice his question. “I’ll get in trouble for divulging that information, even if you do have the Sight. Shadowhunters aren’t quite fond of mundanes and us downworlders.” A rueful smile made its way on her face before she shook her head. She flicked her wrist and between her fingers, a card was pinned.

Quell offered it to him and Lucas took it carefully. It was a nondescript black card. On one surface it was blank, but when he flipped it over, there he found an elegant script written in silver ink. It was Quell’s full name.

“There’s a club called the Sans Jour, show them this and they’ll let you in. It’s a crowd favorite—mundanes, downworlders, even Shadowhunters come there.” She took a cookie for herself and bit into it more sedately than Lucas had. “I can’t be certain if you’ll find him there, but it’s worth a try.” She looked directly into his eyes. There was a fire there and Lucas found himself straightening in response. “I want you to be careful. Most downworlders leave mundanes well enough alone but there are still some who want to play. I would rather you go with someone than do this on your own, except I know you won’t endanger any of your friends. If something happens, burn the card. I’ll come get you.”

“Why not just come with me?” He asked as he studied the card before pocketing it.

“Mon petit chou,” Quell said with exasperated fondness. “I may not be the High Warlock of Paris, but I have other obligations. Even if I wanted to, I simply couldn’t.”

He wasn’t sure what that title meant. It sounded important and Quell really did look like an important person. She held herself with confidence and an air of authority. Even if the title didn’t belong to her, Lucas could imagine her owning it. But he did understand what Quell was saying: She was a busy person. He had already taken enough of her time. He also realized that she would charge him extra if she came with him to that club. He can’t afford racking up more favors from her.

“You never did describe what this shadowhunter looked like,” she sipped her tea. This time it smelled like strawberries. When she changed it, Lucas would forever wonder.

“He’s—” he coughed, taking a delicate sip from his own cup. It was still warm. It was also the right temperature that Lucas liked. Magic, his mind whispered. “—tall. Messy hair. Has these really pretty unique eyes.” Nice save Lallemant, smooth, real smooth.

Quell was leveling him with this curious stare. Like she was trying to pick him apart. She might as well have been.

Lucas tried to ignore it. He chose to finish his tea and another cookie. His hand itched to pet something to calm himself. Fynn had taken to napping near the register and Lucas didn’t want to disturb him.

All of a sudden, Quell made a surprised sound and the next thing Lucas knew, she had put down her cup of tea, and was bent over the counter, clutching her stomach as she shook from the force of her own laughter. Lucas just watched her. Worried and a little annoyed because it felt like whatever had her losing it, must have something to do with him. She finally lifted her head and looked at him again. She wiped a tear from the corner of her eye, laughs tapering off into quiet huffs of amusement.

“You actually have a crush on this guy, huh?”

The heat that climbed up Lucas neck and stole through his cheeks was so severe he worried he might actually be running a fever. “I— I do not!” he denied. It made him sound guiltier and Quell was definitely of the same opinion. The way her eyes were sparkling, she didn’t believe him at all.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, mon loulou,” she sing-songed.

“I really don’t!” His words fell on deaf ears. Quell still chuckled and the blush wasn’t going away either.

Fucking idiot shadowhunter.

#elu shadowhunter au #elu fic #elu chaptered fic #my fic #my written works

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NCT 127: Reaction to their Crush Being Stuck in a Bad Relationship (Part Two)

Request by Anon: hiiiii love could you please do a nct 127 + ten reaction to having a crush on a girl and she has a boyfriend who doesn’t really treat her right and they like her but she’s kinda stuck in the bad relationship with her boyfriend who isn’t really nice to her? thank you! I love love your writing! keep up the good work!

Members in Part Two: Jaehyun, Taeil, Winwin, Jungwoo

Warnings: Angst

Contains: A lot of angst and some fluff here and there.

Other Parts:

Part 1~ Click Me!

Part 3~ Click Me!

Notes: Crush is an idol. This is also my first anon request <3

Jaehyun~

She wasn’t even angry anymore. She was just… disappointed in her boyfriend. He never came to any of her group’s performances. He never even bothered to come to a Music Bank. He was too wrapped up in his own work.

But that is what she got for dating the man her group was going to do a video with.

Her group and all the stylists had left her alone in one of the rooms. She was sitting on one of the counter tops and her feet dangled freely in the air.

Her phone was vibrating several feet away under the sweatshirt she was previously wearing before dawning the skinny jeans and tank top she was in now. Her current attire was one of the casual outfits she would wear for her group’s performance.

The door to the room opened shortly after her phone stopped vibrating. She looked to see if it was one of the stylists, but it wasn’t. The person that walked in closed the door behind him and leaned against it with crossed arms.

Jaehyun was a breathtaking sight like always. His concerned look contrasted against the romantic red of his suit. She rolled her eyes at him. “Okay, who kidnapped you?”

He laughed, and his eyes sparkled with humor. “All of them.”

Her eyes rolled again, and she began staring intently at her feet. Jaehyun pouted and walked toward her. “Don’t look away from me!” His shoes clicked on the floor as he approached. She didn’t look at him and he pouted again. “I’m not an eye sore, you know.”

He was eventually standing directly in front of her and his forefinger and thumb captured her chin. He attempted to lift her head up, but she fought his attempt. He clicked his tongue at her after seeing her lips twitch. “Tsk, tsk. Don’t be naughty.”

Her eyes immediately met his. Her eyes were bugging out of her skull and Jaehyun lowered his hand into his pocket with a triumphant smirk. “Jaehyun!” She batted at his chest only half serious with the gesture.

His free hand grabbed hers, holding it hostage. He pulled it against his chest, almost taking her off the counter. She shot him an angry look now but there was a smile winning the fight to spread across her face.

Jaehyun turned serious now. She saw the way his brown eyes hardened before asking, “He’s not here again?”

She shook her head. His thumb ran across her knuckles out of habit. He didn’t even realize he did it while he spoke. “Well since he doesn’t tell you these things, you should know once again that you’re beautiful and even though your vocals aren’t grade A,” she nudged his shin with her foot for that remark, “your rapping makes Mark jealous.”

Jaehyun’s thumb continued over her knuckles again and again. He smiled now. “But don’t tell Mark I told you that.”

She held up her other hand with a smile now. “I pinky promise.”

Jaehyun took his other hand out of his pocket and accepted her pinky promise. Maybe his next move was instinct or related to the fact that neither of them even noticed his thumb rubbing against her knuckles. Maybe it was how comfortable they were with each other.

Those same excuses would run through her own mind. However, she knew she leaned into him just as much as he leaned into her with both of their eyes closed. Their lips captured the other’s very briefly, but it was enough for a tiny spark to go off.

When their eyes opened, they both thought it felt good and right.

But then it didn’t.

Jaehyun stepped away from her with his hands jammed into his pocket. His tongue ran across his lips, tasting the strawberry of her lip gloss, before she saw the panic in his eyes.

That panic made her panic. She clasped both of her hands in her lap. “I’m sorry. I don’t-”

He cut her off with his head shaking. “Don’t. I’m sorry. I’m going to leave now.”

He turned on his heels. Her heartbeat quickened. “Jaehyun!”

The desperate plea in her voice made him stop before he opened the door. He slowly turned back to face her after swallowing hard.

Her face reflected the pain and confusion he felt on the inside. “You’re still my best friend, right?”

He smiled as a small source of comfort from knowing this settled close to her heart. “Of course. Pinky promise?”

He held up his right hand and she held up her right with a broad smile of relief. “Pinky promise.”

He stared at her from this distance for a moment longer. Her pain and panic seemed to disappear. Her shoulders were held higher now. Her eyes were sparkling again.

Then he turned around and left.

Taeil~

Find her, Taeil. Find her.

He was drenched. His clothes were dripping water while he spared a few minutes beside the cafe door. His hoodie hid the bright red of his hair and his recognizable face.

His hair was falling into his eyes, but he didn’t care. The voice of her boyfriend sounding defeated echoed in Taeil’s head. Despite wanting to floor the man that stood in front of him, Taeil had listened to him.

Once the collaboration between her and her boyfriend was over, their relationship would end but for now they were trapped. She was trapped with one of the most inconsiderate guys Taeil had ever encountered.

Once her boyfriend told her everything, she had run. She ran from the world spinning out from under her feet. Her boyfriend had no idea where to find her. He never paid enough attention.

Taeil knew her. He knew her better than himself.

Taeil squared his shoulders again as he opened the cafe door and ran back out into the rain.

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The bell over the flower shop door jingled. Taeil quickly stepped over the threshold of the door and pulled it closed behind him. Thunder could be heard coming from the sky as his shoes squelched from the water.

He looked to the counter, seeing the familiar old woman behind it. She recognized him immediately. A small frown of concern appeared on her face. Taeil smiled softly at her and the old woman nodded toward him, confirming what he already knew. She was here.

Taeil traveled deeper into the flower shop. The counter was in the center of the shop. She had a backroom filled with other plants and supplies and her office was also there. He left a trail of water in his wake.

Eventually, he couldn’t see the counter anymore and could see the door to the backroom. However, Taeil suddenly froze in his steps.

You know when you pass someone and sometimes their music is so loud you can hear it past their headphones?

Taeil could hear music like that playing near him. Taeil looked toward his left and his heart jumped to his throat.

She was there, sitting in an empty, unused fountain. She was also drenched from the rain. Her hair was dripping wet and she wasn’t even wearing a hoodie or a jacket. Her t-shirt clung to her and her jeans looked uncomfortably wet and tight. Taeil was thankfully wearing shorts but water dripped down his legs, into his shoes and into the floor around him.

Emotions that Taeil had kept hidden for months now all bubbled up to the surface. He swallowed past the lump in his throat and bit down on the inside of his cheek, trying to stop his tears.

Her head snapped up from looking at her phone. Their eyes immediately met. Both of their hearts jumped in unison. Taeil slowly breathed out and she slowly breathed in.

Taeil knew this hasty confession would only make things more difficult but he couldn’t just stand by anymore. He needed to tell her. “I love you.”

(Yeah, I’m a total dweeb and used No Longer as an inspiration for his)

Winwin~

She was zoned out. Sicheng sat on the edge table in front of her sitting on the couch. He stopped speaking to look deep into her eyes for the first time today.

They were unfocused, seeing something in the distance. Her hands were relaxed on the guitar. Sicheng leaned forward with his arms resting on his knees.

When he was looking directly up at her, her eyes focused and her neck moved so she was looking down on him. An apology immediately left her mouth as her hands tightened their grip on the guitar. “I’m sorry.”

Sicheng shook his hand, concern showing in his eyes and on his face. “Don’t be. Are you ok?”

She nodded swiftly, a little too swiftly. Sicheng could also hear the false note in her voice as she replied with a small smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “I’m fine. Just a little tired, Sicheng.”

He gave her the softest smile. The mask on her face cracked a little when she saw it. A twinkle of sadness lit in her eyes. “You know, I’m always here for you to talk to.”

She began chewing her bottom lip. Sicheng could almost hear her mental debate. She was deciding if she should talk to him or not, but she already knew which one her heart wanted. Her brain just needed time to catch up.

When it did, she sighed and put the guitar off to the side. Sicheng moved to sit on the couch next to her as she spoke. “It’s just my boyfriend. I understand that he’s busy, so am I, but we haven’t talked much in the past month and we have a collaboration together, you know. I- I just want him to ask how my day was for a change.”

Sicheng could see her eyes watering while she spoke to him. He could tell she didn’t want to cry but as she opened up more, he saw her lip begin to tremble and how her hands clasped together to steady them. “I feel like I’m just being a cry baby about it, but it’s been so long since he initiated a conversation.”

Sicheng shook his head. His own emotions were beginning to escalate the longer he looked into her eyes. The mask had fallen completely, and he could see the sadness and fading hope in them. Her insecurities were shining through and Sicheng wanted to take her away from them.

He wanted to bring her into his arms and make her feel happy and be whole again. He would never allow her to be insecure. He would love her and fight for her.

But now the only thing he could do was listen and be there for her.

Jungwoo~

“So, why are we doing this again?”

Her low voice almost went unheard. Jungwoo took his place in front of her computer and turned around to see her place her phone on her nightstand. She needed to leave the world behind for a little while and Jungwoo knew that.

He saw it in the bags under her eyes that her makeup artist had tried to cover. He saw it in how her shoulders sagged when she turned around to walk toward the chair next to him.

He smiled softly at her. “Because I know you need some relief from life.”

She froze in the seat. Her eyes were wide with raised eyebrows. “What?”

Jungwoo swiveled his chair away from the horror game displayed on the screen. Neither of them liked horror but it would distract her from her struggles if only for a moment. “You aren’t sleeping. You won’t put your phone down. You’re constantly stressed or worried. Your group has even told me to buy you supper because you don’t have an appetite.”

She looked toward the carpeted floor to avoid his gaze. Silence fell upon them both. It remained quiet between the two of them for a few minutes. Jungwoo kept studying her, watching the way her feet dangling in the air. Her eyes remained focused on the floor, not willing to look up into his own again.

Beginning to worry he might have pressed her too hard, Jungwoo leaned forward and placed a gentle hand on her knee.

She jumped from the contact. Her head jerked up. Her eyes were inches from his, but she didn’t look away this time. Instead, she took a deep breath.

“I’ve been having nightmares about my boyfriend not being entirely faithful and honest to me. I’ve told him about them, but he just gets angry and claims I don’t trust him. I just want to talk to him…”

Jungwoo’s eyebrows met. She was tearing herself apart from the inside out. Jungwoo knew nightmares troubled her when she had them. She couldn’t shake the anxiety and emotions on her own. Of course, she would want to talk to the one she cares about the most. Nightmares were the only thing that made her crumble.

And Jungwoo hated the fact that her boyfriend didn’t even know that about her. However, how could he express that feeling without causing trouble between the couple during their collaboration? He couldn’t.

Jungwoo nodded to her. “Maybe horror isn’t the best idea? Maybe we should play Minecraft?”

Her eyes brightened at that proposal. “Please.”

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Isn’t It Harmlesss

INVOLVED: Robyn Lewis and Jasmine Atwater TIME FRAME: Friday, May 8, 2020 LOCATION: Leia Lauren Hair Salon; Lewis Home; Washington, D.C. SUMMARY: Robyn surprises Jasmine with donuts for the shop and a home-made meal just for Jasmine, just because. The two women end up back at Robyn’s home and in the bed that Robyn shares with her husband. NOTE(S): Not proofed.

Robyn pushed through the doors of the salon with her hip, humming softly to herself as she held two boxes of donuts in her arms, her purse hanging from the crook of her elbow. Smiling softly, she stopped at the receptionist desk and sat the two boxes of donuts down on the counter. “Hi,” she said sweetly, “I just wanted to drop these off,” she told the woman. “Two dozen donuts, the variety set,” she explained before she walked off, moving to Jasmine’s station with a bite of her lip as she reached into her purse. She pulled out a container of chicken pasta and sat it on Jasmine’s station easily.

Jasmine dried her hand and looked at Allison. “We needed a new couch, what do you want me to say?” she asked her curiously. “It’s fine, I already ordered it and it will be delivered sometimes in the next 4 days. It wasn’t like it was an expense we couldn’t afford,” she told her.

Allison shook her head and folded her arms. “Jas, you just can’t make decisions and leave us out of it. It’s not fair. If you say we matter, we matter,” she told her calmly.

“Allison, this is my shop,” Jasmine said as she stopped mid-stride and looked at her. “Yeah, I appreciate all that you all do for me, truly. But don’t forget that,” she told the woman with a lick of her lips. She walked away from the woman and moved back onto the floor seeing Robyn and she smiled gently before she said, “hey,” eyeing what she was doing.

Robyn turned slowly, looking at Jasmine as she approached and she shifted on her feet, pulling her purse up to her shoulder before sliding her hands into her back pockets, a small sheepish smile on her face. “Hey,” she said in a whispered tone.

Allison moved back to her station a little annoyed with Jasmine; and upon seeing her client with her she looked on confused as she walked by. She looked at Sharon at the receptionist desk knowing she didn’t have an appointment with Robyn and that Jasmine damn sure better not.

Jasmine looked at the woman and then looked down at her station. “What’s this?” she asked her, picking up the container.

Robyn looked around slowly before she looked at Jasmine. “Just a little lunch,” she said sweetly, gnawing on her bottom lip nervously.

Jasmine smirked a little at her words and she looked at her talking through her teeth. “You cooked me lunch?” she asked her curiously.

Audrey watched Jasmine and the client chick for a minute before she looked back down at her client.

Robyn nodded slightly, pulling a hand from her back pocket to tuck some of her braids back behind her ear. “I did,” she confirmed gently, shifting in her sneakers a bit. She could feel eyes on them but she tried her best to ignore everyone else as she pointed over her shoulder with her thumb. “I brought donuts for everyone as well, two dozen,” she told Jasmine quietly.

Jasmine nodded her head at Jasmine sitting the container down on the counter before she looked back and smirked. “Thank you very much, I am sure they would appreciate that,” she told her. She went towards the front of the salon and grabbed the boxes before she moved back towards Robyn. “Come on,” she said discreetly to her moving for the backroom as she did.

Robyn watched Jasmine sit the container down before her eyes slowly followed her and she turned, watching as Jasmine moved for the front desk. As Jasmine told her to follow along, she did so, grabbing the container off the station quickly, not making any eye contact with Allison or any of the other stylists as she moved swiftly behind Jasmine to the back.

Jasmine opened the door and sat the donuts down on the break table; she looked at Robyn taking the container and sitting it down on the table as well. “Thank you,” she said as the door closed behind them and she leaned in planting a kiss to her lips. “You didn’t have to do this you know,” she smirked resting her hand on Robyn’s full hip as she rested against the table.

Walking into the break room behind Jasmine, Robyn immediately took note of the missing couch and she smirked softly before biting down on her glossed bottom lip. As Jasmine took the container from her, she turned her eyes back to the woman as she pulled her purse from her shoulder and sat it on the table. “You’re welcome,” she replied sweetly, her eyes following Jasmine as she moved to close the door. Meeting Jasmine halfway, Robyn kissed her back sweetly. “I know,” she said gently, moving with Jasmine as she held her hips. She leaned into the woman gently. “I wanted to,” she informed her cutely. “Friday’s are short days for the kids,” she explained, “and I just wanted to drop by…”

Jasmine nodded her head at the woman and she smiled at her. “Good, I missed you. I don’t mind you dropping by,” she told her softly. She bit down on her lip gently before she released it saying. “You look good,” to her. She pulled her closer to her by her hips as she kissed her lips again gently.

Smiling softly, Robyn asked, “you did?” sweetly. She batted her eyelashes softly as Jasmine complimented her and she looked down at her oversized shirt with a small hum before she kissed Jasmine’s lips once more. “Thank you,” she whispered. “You look great as well,” she told Jasmine before pressing another kiss to the woman’s lips. Pulling back gently, she looked back at the door and said, “I hope I didn’t cause any trouble,” she rested her hands on Jasmine’s hips. “They were giving curious looks…” she said knowingly.

Jasmine nodded her head. “Mhm, thought about you in my arms for the past two days,” she said to her seriously. “Thank you,” she smirked at her as she licked her lips slowly. “Oh them,” she said to her as she looked back to the closed door. “Always nosey,” she chuckled, “they act like my children, they are always in my business,” she said to her. “Don’t focus on them, focus on me,” she said to her sweetly. “What’s new?” she asked her.

Robyn’s smile widened a bit and her dimples creased from Jasmine’s words as she looked away from her a bit. Robyn wasn’t really a big romantic person. Sweet words and things didn’t do much for her, however, coming from Jasmine, Robyn couldn’t help but to blush softly. “You’re welcome,” she said quietly before she laughed a bit. She looked back at Jasmine, biting her lip softly as she rubbed the woman’s hips sweetly. “Nothing really new,” she said with a hum. “As per usual, the kids got over it because Marcus promised them a trip to Disney World this summer,” she told Jasmine truthfully. “I have zero faith in this plan,” she admitted, “but I can’t tell them that…”

Jasmine listened to her and she nodded her head. “Mhm,” she said in response, of course he did. She licked her lips and shifted against her. “One second,” she told her as she moved to grab a plastic fork out of the drawer. She moved back to her and sat down in a chair at the table. She lowered Robyn into her lap and cracked the container open. She stuck some food into her mouth and chewed with a grin. “This is good,” she told her. “Mm,” she said as she stuck more food into her mouth. She looked at her, “well, as long as they aren’t angry anymore,” she said. “You’d just have to be one step ahead of his lie,” she said, sticking more food into her mouth.

Gazing at Jasmine, Robyn stared into the woman’s eyes softly before she pulled away from the woman. As Jasmine moved to get up, she watched her closely before Jasmine was pulling her down into her lap. She grew quiet as she watched Jasmine pop the container open and take her first bite. “I’m glad you like it,” she said sweetly. At Jasmine’s opinion on the matter, Robyn sighed softly, her shoulders slouching a bit. “Yeah,” she said softly. “I’m already planning in my head how I’m going to make it up to them,” she admitted. “I might actually start putting money away to just take them anyway when he bails,” she said softly.

At the woman’s words Jasmine nodded her head at her and looked into her eyes. “If he bails, we can take them,” easily, “I’ll pay,” she told her as she stuck more food into her mouth. Jasmine stuck another forkful of food into her mouth and munched hungrily.

Robyn turned slightly in Jasmine’s lap, looking at the woman shocked. “We?” she asked softly, a bit taken back by the suggestion. “Plus, I can’t let you pay,” she said with a nod of her head. “I will figure it out,” she said gently watching Jasmine eat hungrily. She wasn’t sure if the woman thought the food was just that good or if she was really hungry and this meal came right on time.

“Why not?” Jasmine asked the woman curiously, he won’t be there, he won’t be a problem at all. Plus, how much work would it take her to save up for the trip? She could just foot the bill. “Or I don’t go, but, either way, I could donate towards it,” she said cutely as she ate more for the food.

Robyn looked at Jasmine once more, staring into the woman’s eyes curiously as she spoke. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly and she blinked slowly as she asked, “what are we?” gesturing between the two of them. Yes, she had brought Jasmine donuts and a meal but this woman was talking about footing at the least a four or five thousand dollar bill. She needed to know what they were doing before she spoke anything else on the subject.

Jasmine looked at Robyn at her question and she licked her lip, sitting her fork down easily. She rested her hands on the woman's hip, holding her there gently and she shrugged. “Two consenting adults having sex once in a while?” she said, confused by her question. They couldn’t be more if they wanted to be; she was married and she wasn’t going to leave by no means.

Robyn continued to stare at Jasmine, waiting for a response from the woman and as she gave one Robyn nodded slowly. “Well, in that case,” she said softly, “I really don’t think it’s a good idea that you come, if I decide to take them,” she said gently. “I also wouldn’t feel comfortable borrowing that much money from you,” she told Jasmine easily. “Don’t worry, I’ll figure it out. I always do,” she said, tucking some of her long braids behind her ear.

“Fine,” Jasmine said easily she wasn’t argumentative at all and wouldn’t make the woman do anything. She licked her lips and shifted turning back to her food and she ate from the container more.

Nodding slowly, Robyn shifted slightly in Jasmine’s lap and she let out a small sigh. “I’m glad that you like the food,” she said sweetly, gently stroking Jasmine’s hand against her hip.

Jasmine nodded her head at her and she continued to eat a bit more from the container before she stopped and closed it. She licked the fork clean gently, sitting it aside easily. “I am glad that you are such a good cook,” she countered, resting back in the chair. She looked up at the clock for a moment before she looked back down.

Robyn rubbed Jasmine’s hip once more, smiling softly. Leaning in, she pressed a loving kiss to Jasmine’s lips, gently moving her hand from Jasmine’s hip to stroke the woman’s cheek tenderly. “I try,” she said sweetly, finally.

Jasmine allowed Robyn to kiss her lips gently, her hand stroking her face and she smirked at her. “What do you have planned for the rest of your day?” she asked her.

Smiling softly, Robyn stroked Jasmine’s cheek once more before she lowered her hand. “Uh, I need to pick up the kids from school in about an hour,” she explained, “then I’m going to run to the grocery store and pick up some things to meal prep for the week,” she told Jasmine easily. “How about you?” she asked curiously, wondering if Jasmine had more clients.

Jasmine thought to herself for a moment as she listened to the woman nodding her head at her. She licked her lips and she said, “I don’t know… I am just here overseeing everyone,” she said honestly. “I may eat your pussy for an hour, I don’t know,” she breathed nonchalantly as she brushed some braids back, placing them over Robyn’s shoulder. “May take Juana to the park,” she shrugged. “Who knows…”

Robyn nodded slowly at Jasmine, smiling gently. “Mhm, making everyone nervous,” she chuckled a little before she snorted gently at Jasmine’s words. “Oh. My. God.” She looked at Jasmine shocked before she looked to the door of the room. Her face was red hot and she giggled softly, fanning herself with her hand, unable to say anything else.

“What?” Jasmine asked her, giving her ass a little squeeze. She shifted the woman allowing her to sit in the chair as she got up and moved to grab her cup, opening the top and reaching in the fridge for some juice. She poured some of it in her cup before she put it back and moved to close her top and move back to Robyn.

Robyn’s heart was beating out of her chest as Jasmine adjusted their seating positions. “We can’t,” she said softly. “Not here,” though the thought was very thrilling, someone could just walk right in and catch them or hear them. Robyn knew she wasn’t quiet. She never was and never would be.

Jasmine looked at her and chuckled. “I told you, I didn’t know my plan though,” she said smartly. She moved to sit in a seat opposite of Robyn and lowered herself into it drinking her juice quietly.

Eyes wide Robyn continued to gaze at Jasmine as she sat down before her. Licking her glossed lips slowly, she said, “well…” her mind racing a mile a minute as she thought over the option. “My house is empty…” she whispered.

Jasmine drank some more juice down and she smirked, “are you asking me on a date?” she asked her, “people usually feed you before they take you home,” she said keeping her joke going.

Robyn couldn’t believe she had just invited the woman back to her home. It was insane. At Jasmine’s words, Robyn perked up a bit and she smirked as her long nail tapped against the container that Jasmine had just been eating from. “Oh, but I did,” she said sweetly.

“Touché,” Jasmine said chuckling lightly at the woman before she said, “I can make my home empty…” she countered, just toying with her now.

“Well where’s my meal?” Robyn asked back immediately, arching an eyebrow at Jasmine, going along with the game Jasmine was playing.

“You can have whatever money buys my dear,” Jasmine replied sitting back in her chair and folding her hands over her stomach as she did.

Tapping her nails against the container, Robyn said, “I’m trying to but you’re wasting time,” she chuckled gently before she leaned over and kissed Jasmine’s lips.

Jasmine smirked and kissed Robyn’s lips back before she said, “well you should be beating me to the car, you know you don’t want to be seen leaving with me,” she said slyly, her lips parted as she rolled her tongue over her teeth.

Kissing Jasmine’s lips lovingly, Robyn smiled as she pulled back. Smirking, she stood up and grabbed her purse off the table. She looked back at Jasmine as she reached for the doorknob, her eyes sparkling. Opening the door, she walked out, her hips swaying a bit as she did. Moving through the shop swiftly, she didn’t make eye contact with anyone as she moved out the door.

Jasmine smirked as the woman kissed her lips again and watched her walk out of the room. “Mm mm mm,” she said shaking her head, “anything that looks that good is a sin,” she told herself. She stood up moving to her locker and opening it, she grabbed her purse before she closed it. Slipping it on her shoulder she grabbed her cup and her pasta moving for the door, she stopped short. Sitting the cup down she grabbed a donut and stuck it into her mouth before she grabbed the cup. Moving for the door she opened it and walked out for it moving for the exit, she balanced the cup and tossed up a peace sign despite the chatter that came from it and walked out the shop's front door moving for her range rover.

Robyn moved for her car in the parking lot and she placed her purse in the passenger seat. Leaning against the door, she watched Jasmine as she moved outside and she chuckled softly, looking at the donut in the woman’s mouth. Smirking, she walked over and used her mouth to take the donut from Jasmine before she walked back to her car. That was risky. Anyone could have seen her but she didn’t care.

Jasmine moved towards her car, keys in her purse and she watched Robyn approach, stealing her donut. She looked at her shocked and said, “hey,” to her as she sat the cup on the hood of her car grabbing her keys out of her purse and unlocking the doors. She moved her purse into the passenger side seat and sat the container of food on the flooring before she grabbed the cup. “I wanted that,” she said looking back at her with an unamused expression.

Robyn smirked around the donut as she turned on her heels. She followed Jasmine over to her car, offering the donut back to her with a small chuckle around it. “Here,” she managed to get out around the mouthful as she placed her hand on Jasmine’s thick hip.

Jasmine looked at Robyn squinting her eyes at the woman as she raised her hand up to take the donut out of her mouth. Trying to hide her amusement she bit the donut and chewed lightly. “Time is wasting,” she reminded as she closed the door to the car and moved to the drive side with the keys jingling in her hand.

Robyn chuckled as Jasmine took the donut from her mouth and she licked her lips slowly, tasting a bit of the donut against them. “Follow me,” she said sweetly, patting Jasmine’s hip before she kissed her lips once more. Turning, she moved to walk towards her own car. Sliding into the driver’s side, she closed the door behind her, started it up and quickly backed out of the space and then moved out of the lot.

Robyn opened the garage door with her remote as she drove up the long driveway and pulled in swiftly. She parked and got out, moving around the car to gesture for Jasmine to drive into the space beside her own.

Jasmine followed behind the woman to her house and when they did reach it, she drove slowly down the road figuring she’d park on it however she gestured for her to come into the garage. Jasmine looked at Robyn as if she were crazy at first however she did as she was told. She parked her car next to the woman’s in the garage and turned it off.

As Jasmine parked in the space, Robyn walked over to the side of the garage door and pressed the button there, closing the garage door. With a hum, she turned to Jasmine with a sweet smile on her face. Walking over, she placed her hands on Jasmine’s hips and pressed a kiss to her lips. “Ugh, I just love kissing you,” she admitted. “Your lips are so soft and sweet,” she said before she pulled away. Walking around, she leaned into her car, grabbing her purse before she pulled her keys from the ignition and closed the door behind her. She hit the button on the remote once before she moved around the car, “c’mon,” she said nodding with her head as she moved up the short flight of steps. Pulling her keys from her purse, she unlocked the door and entered the mudroom, taking off her shoes. “Shoes off please,” she said to Jasmine.

Jasmine opened the door to her car, grabbing her phone and car keys. She closed it and looked at Robyn, smirking “oh you do?” she asked her curiously as she kissed the woman back. “Sweet and soft” she repeated in a hum as she watched her. Pressing the lock on her door handle she moved with the woman walking into her house and she looked down at her feet. “Okay” she said to her as she pulled the Gucci sneakers off and rested them on the ground.

Robyn sat her shoes aside, in the little basket that was designated before she waited for Jasmine to take hers off as well. Leaning down, Robyn picked up Jasmine’s shoes and placed them in the basket as well before she smiled and said, “welcome to my home,” sweetly as she backed out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. She took Jasmine’s hand, tugging her along with a wicked smirk on her lips. She was about to have sex with this woman in the bed that she shared with her husband. How fucked up was that? Tugging Jasmine along, she turned and walked normal as she guided Jasmine up the steps.

Jasmine watched her pick her shoes up and place them into a basket before she grabbed her hand tugging her along. “Beautiful house” the woman responded to her easily, she didn’t care about the house honestly. It just felt like the right thing to say in the moment though honestly she was ready to fuck. She licked her lips as they moved through the house towards the steps, and she continued to allow the woman to pull her along.

Robyn reached the landing and she pulled Jasmine over to her bedroom door, she turned the knob and pushed it open. She pulled Jasmine into the room before she closed the door behind them. Finally letting Jasmine’s hand go, Robyn tossed her purse into one of the chairs over in the corner near the wall before she began to untuck her shirt, stepping backwards to the bed.

Jasmine moved into the bedroom with the woman looking around, it had to be her actual bedroom. She watched as she closed the door and moved for the bed untucking her shirt and she looked back at the door again. She wasn’t even going to lock it? Her husband could come home at any time no matter the circumstances and catch them. Was she crazy? Or did she want to get caught in the act? She looked back at Robyn and said “you aren’t even going to lock the door?” as she moved into the room further. She sat her phone and keys down on the bed.

Robyn stopped short at Jasmine’s words as her fingers worked at the buttons of the shirt. “I can lock it if you’re worried,” she said gently as she took a step forward towards Jasmine. She brushed the long braids over her shoulder as she moved around the woman, hitting the lock on the door swiftly.

Jasmine watched her and she pulled her hoodie over her head and tossed it down to the ground. She took her socks off, tossing them on top of her hoodie before she moved to release herself from the waist trainer she had on that was killing her softly. The woman locked the door which made her feel a bit better about this now, well as much better as she could. She was sleeping with the man’s wife and in his house, on his bed for the matter.

Turning back, Robyn finished unbuttoning her shirt and she pulled it off her shoulders, tossing it into the chair in the corner, with her purse. Leaning down, she grabbed Jasmine’s hoodie and socks, tossing them into the chair as well. Smiling, she eyed the trainer around Jasmine’s waist and she took it from the woman, tossing it into the chair as well. She moved around Jasmine, she smacked the woman’s soft ass with a smirk tugging at the corners of her lips.

Jasmine watched as Robyn picked up the clothing, tossing them to the chair one by one, she eyed her curiously but said nothing as she adjusted her bra on her shoulders. She looked at the clock for a moment before she smirked at Robyn and her smack, tugging her compression like leggings down her thick thighs and she stepped out of them.

Robyn moved to shimmy out of her tight jeans, as well as her socks, taking them off and tossing them into the chair before she was crawling into the bed in her bra and thong, shaking her ass as Jasmine a little as she did.

Jasmine watched the woman as she tucked her jeans off and moved to climb in bed, she shook her head at the action leaving the leggings on the floor as she climbed into the bed behind her. She smacked the woman’s round ass as she moved closer towards the woman.

Robyn let out a squeal as Jasmine smacked her bare ass and she turned over, laying back on the bed with a lick of her lips before she spotted the leggings on the ground and she grimaced gently as she stared at them. She looked back at Jasmine briefly. “C-could you toss those in the chair?” she asked, pointing with her finger at the leggings.

Jasmine heard her squeal and she chuckled at her, as she moved to hover over her a bit. She had planned to kiss the woman however her eyes were trained somewhere else. She followed them looking back at her when she spoke asking her to pick them up. She tilted her head “Robyn” she said wondering if she was serious or not “you are worried about leggings right now and I am trying to bust a nut?” she asked her.

Robyn grimaced a bit harder, her hand against Jasmine’s arm gently. “It’ll take two seconds,” she said softly. “Please,” she bit her lip. “I will enjoy this so much more after those are off the floor,” she told her gently, her eyes now back on the leggings.

Jasmine watched Robyn’s hand, her eyes trained on it before they snapped to her face. She was being serious right now, and Jasmine was shocked. A single pair of leggings were bothering her for reasons unknown to Jasmine, the woman, who is willing to and quote eat her out for an hour. She blinked hard before she retreated, moving to climb off of the bed with her lips pressed in a straight line. She bent down and picked up the leggings walking them over to the chair as she still tried to comprehend what was going on.

Robyn gazed at the leggings before she looked back at Jasmine as she climbed off the bed. She let out a sigh of relief as the woman picked up the leggings and placed them on the chair. She smiled softly and said, “thank you, now come here,” as she lifted her hips and began to roll her thong down.

Jasmine looked at Robyn, a single eyebrow raised at her words she looked back at the leggings and then over at Robyn. Hm. Clear red flag the woman was either off or crazy; noted. She moved back over towards the bed with a slight squint as she rolled her thong off her body, moving across the sheets she moved closer to her. Her movements still slow however.

Pulling her thong off, Robyn let it rest on the side of the bed as she spread her legs slowly for Jasmine, her tongue rolling over her lips, her eyes trained on Jasmine now.

Jasmine watched her place the thong aside on the bed and her eyebrows stitched together. Huh? She ignored the woman being a complete nut and instead moved up her body. She pressed a kiss against her lips before she kissed down her neck sweetly. She sucked and nibbled on her flesh lightly, she wouldn’t dare mark up her skin considering. However, she grazed it with her teeth before she kissed her way down to the woman’s chest. Her lips dragged against Robyn’s warm kiss reaching her ample breast and she kissed the top of it before she tugged the front of her bra down. She wrapped her lips around the woman’s chocolate nipple sucking on it sweetly as she reached her hands behind her thick frame. She worked to unfasten the bra and release her breast to her as she continued to suck gently.

Robyn’s tongue rolled over her lips slowly, watching Jasmine closely as the woman crawled back to her. Letting her eyes flutter shut, she kissed Jasmine back before a soft moan escaped her as the woman’s lips trailed down to her neck.The sucks and nips of her skin, pulled a gasp from her and she arched her back a bit as Jasmine’s teeth grazed her skin. The thought of the woman possibly making her didn’t even cross her mind in the moment, her head was too clouded. And as Jasmine found her way to her breasts, Robyn’s back arched a little higher, a deep moan pulling from the back of her throat as Jasmine sucked on her sensitive nipple. “I love that,” she whispered, her hand trailing up and down Jasmine’s back.

Jasmine got the bra unfastened and she removed it pushing it aside as well as she ravished Robyn's large breast fully. She cupped both of them with her hands as she tongued to suck at her nipple gently, flattening her tongue she lapped at the pebble before she moved to the next breast. Jasmine played back and forth with her round plushy mounds, her eyes closed as she worked to arouse the woman further, toying with her. A sweet “mm” left the back of the throat gently as she massaged her breast with her hands.

“Mmm,” Robyn groaned out softly, her back arching even more. Her nipples were so sensitive and Jasmine’s assault of them had her withering against the mattress. “J-Jas,” she whimpered as she gently drug her nails down Jasmine's back. “They are sensitive,” she informed the woman with another throaty moan before she opened her eyes and looked at her, panting softly.

Jasmine released one of her nipples with a loud pop, her eyes still closed as she moved to the next one once more hearing her words. She moaned against her mouthful, flicking her tongue against her gently before she pulled back again. “Mhm” she said to her as she kissed down the valley of her breast and towards her stomach slowly.

Robyn whimpered softly; if Jasmine kept it up, she was going to cum just from having her nipples sucked and lapped at. However, as the woman began kissing down her body, she squirmed, a bit ticklish, and she smiled softly as she opened her eyes looking down at Jasmine.

Jasmine leaned up licking her lips before she kissed her way past Robyn’s belly button and towards her pretty pussy. She parted the woman’s thighs for herself and she pushed the back a bit as she licked at the woman, collecting all of her sweet nectar. She was nice and wet for Jasmine, she lapped at her clit playfully before she licked up and down her folds.

Biting her lip softly, Robyn took Jasmine in as she allowed her lips to trail down her body. As Jasmine pushed her legs back, she let out a groan, that groan turning into a deep moan as the woman’s tongue licked at her. “Fuck,” she breathed out, rolling her hips against Jasmine’s tongue as she reached a hand down, holding it to the back of Jasmine’s head.

Jasmine lapped up and down her folds for a moment before she moved back to the woman’s clit and she began to suck against it once more. “You taste so good baby” she softly said to her and she moved back to her clit, closing her eyes tenderly as she feasted from her, laying out against the bed.

“Mmm,” Robyn moaned out from the feeling of Jasmine’s warm tongue licking at her, sucking her clit, and from her words. “Do I?” she asked softly, whimpering as she arched her back, pushing her pussy into Jasmine’s mouth a bit more as her other hand gripped the sheets tightly. “Mmm, Jasmine,” she moaned out, rolling her hips a bit.

Jasmine released her clit and nodded her head sweetly looking up at the woman before she leaned back down lapping up and down her folds again. She moaned softly before she took her clit back into her mouth again suckling like a baby to a nipple, rolling her tongue over her clit gently ever so often as she held her head in her hands. She moved her hands to her hips and she held the woman in place for her as she worked diligently, nose deep in her pussy.

Robyn whimpered, her bottom lip caught between her teeth as her eyes fluttered and she closed them as Jasmine sucked her clit. “Baby,” she moaned out for the first time ever to the woman as she gripped the sheets in her hand, bunching them up. “F-f-fuck,” she stammered out, her bottom lip released now as she panted softly. As Jasmine held her hips, stopping her movements, she let out a groan as her body began to tremble softly. “P-Please d-don’t s-stop,” she moaned out, moving her hand from Jasmine’s head to pinch at her sensitive nipples as her hips bucked slightly.

Jasmine hummed sweetly to the woman as she continued to suckle her clit her head laying on Robyn’s thigh gently as she exhaled through her nose. She could do this all day if she wanted to, just hearing Robyn’s reaction to her was enough to fill her up. She moaned as her hips bucked against her and she sucked a little harder now, shaking her head side to side a bit assuming the woman was close to the edge with just her subtle actions right now.

Moaning out, Robyn played with her nipples more, her other hand fisting the sheets now as she shivered from Jasmine’s ministrations. “Baby,” she whined out, her hips bucking again as she began cumming, her cream oozing out of her as she squealed out, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

Jasmine heard Robyn but she didn’t let up, and when the woman came beneath her she moved to lick up her folds cleaning her of her cream. “Mm” she hummed softly at her as she licked back up towards her clit taking it into her mouth again and she sucked on it tenderly. Her eyes were open now and trained on Robyn as they tweaked her nipples, and she pushed the woman’s hand aside and replaced her fingers with her own tugging and twisting the bug between her fingers playfully.

Body shaking, Robyn panted hard as Jasmine kept at it and she moaned louder, her braids spread out across the pillow as she rolled her head a bit. “Fuck, Jasmine,” she said, her voice a bit high pitched from the pleasure as the woman sucked her clit and tweaked her nipples. She gripped the sheets in both hands now, her eyes rolling back behind her closed lips as her body undulated from the pleasure. “Ugh, s-shit,” she stuttered out, her hips twisting a bit as she began cumming again, her toes curling as she squirted a bit, for the first time, leaking into Jasmine’s mouth as she cried out softly.

Jasmine hummed softly and she felt the woman twisting; she didn’t want her to move just yet, however, feeling her trickle, she opened her eyes and drank her down. “Mm” she hummed loudly, the woman’s cum dripping from her chin a bit as she leaned up and exhaled deeply giving her tongue a break. “You okay?” she asked her quickly as her hands moved to the woman’s stomach where she caressed her sweetly.

Robyn shivered as Jasmine asked her question and she opened her eyes slowly, gazing at her lustfully. She couldn’t open her mouth to speak at the moment so she just nodded in response as her body continued to tremer as Jasmine caressed her stomach. Closing her eyes once more, Robyn took a deep breath, trying to calm her body down before she let her eyes flutter open again. She took Jasmine’s hand from her stomach, gently pulling the woman closer until she was kissing her lips, hungrily. Moaning softly, she drug her lips down as she began to lip up her sweet essence from Jasmine’s chin.

Jasmine waited for her to say something, however she moved when the woman tugged her up towards her. She kissed her back gently and she smirked as the woman tasted herself, licking up what dripped from her chin. “I told you, you taste good,” she breathed sweetly. She moved nestling herself between the woman’s thighs “you can come in my mouth like that more often you know” she said kissing her neck sweetly as the woman calmed herself down. e

Groaning softly at Jasmine’s words, Robyn rested her head back against the bed once more and she smiled softly at her. Finally able to form her mouth to speak, she said, “I’ve never done that before,” truthfully. Gradually, her body stopped trembling and she let out a deep breath as she said to Jasmine, “that was amazing though,” sweetly. She shifted a bit, spreading her hips wide for Jasmine as the woman rested between her legs. “I’m going to be late to pick up my kids but…” she trailed off as she shifted some, slowly rolling them over. She pressed Jasmine’s back against the bed and began kissing her lovingly. She pulled back for a moment, sticking her fingers into her mouth and getting them wet before she slid her hand down to Jasmine’s pussy, stroking her there.

Jasmine smirked at the woman and noted that in her memory bank “oh yeah” she said to her lovingly. “Good, I am glad” she said seriously to her as she pecked her lips again. She watched Robyn’s lips as she spoke and she nodded her head at her as she moved to roll them over on the bed and she leaned back at her kissing her back as she moved her hands to the woman’s face gently. As she pulled away she watched her and she widened her hips for her as she began to stroke her with her fingers and she bit her lip hard.

Smiling softly, Robyn watched Jasmine’s face as her fingers explored the woman’s pussy again. She used the pads of her fingers to slid up and down Jasmine’s slick slit, gathering her essence before she slid her fingers up to the woman’s clit. Stroking her there, Robyn rolled the woman’s clit in slow circles as she began to kiss down her chest to her breasts. She used her freehand to grip and massage one, while her mouth captured the nipple of the other, sucking and laving at the bud.

Jasmine watched the woman looking into her eyes as she explored her body fully in the bedroom. She licked her lips as she closed her eyes for a moment feeling the woman toy with her full breast and her clit at the same time. She opened her eyes looking down at her watching her as her body rolled on its own accord, reacting to her very sensitive and delicate touches.

Suckling Jasmine’s nipple Robyn closed her eyes, a small moan escaping her as she swirled her fingers around Jasmine’s clit. Her fingers slid back down slowly and she spread Jasmine’s lips, her fingers dragging up and down the woman’s slit as she switched to the other nipple. Two fingers pressed into Jasmine and she stroked deeply, her thumb working Jasmine’s clit as her two fingers curled inside of her.

Jasmine exhaled softly at the feel of the woman’s fingers working her heat and she swirled her hips in anticipation. She licked her lips closing her eyes as she rested her head back against the bed, as she released a moan loudly into the room. She pushed her fingers inside of her and it made Jasmine groan as she worked her hips in time with the woman’s fingers.

Robyn nibbled Jasmine’s nipple gently, her fingers stroking the woman deeply, her thumb working her clit in time with the thrust of her fingers. Releasing Jasmine’s nipple, Robyn licked her lips slowly before she drug her tongue down Jasmine’s stomach. Sliding her thumb out the way, she began flicking Jasmine’s clit with the tip of her tongue. Her fingers curled in and out of Jasmine and she tried to find the woman’s sweet spot.

Jasmine’s breath hitched at the feel of Robyn and she bit down on her bottom lip as the girl continued to stroke her just right. She panted her feet against the bed trying to keep her thighs parted for the woman as she fucked her pussy “yes” she moaned through clenched teeth as she pushed the girl’s head down further.

Feeling Jasmine’s hand on the back of her head, Robyn sucked the woman’s clit into her mouth, moaning around the bud. “Mmm,” she groaned softly, her fingers thrusting a bit harder now. Opening her eyes, she looked up at Jasmine, watching her closely as her tongue swept back and forth against her clit in between sucks.

Jasmine licked her lips slowly as the woman continued to thrust her fingers in and out of her, applying a little more pressure. “Fuck” she whimpered to the woman softly as she opened her eyes looking down at Robyn “that feels so good” she told her truthfully. It didn’t help getting Robyn who had been a huge turn-on for her already, she was nearly to her brink with that alone. However, the mixture of the woman’s tongue and fingers right now was driving her insane.

Lifting her head a bit, Robyn began sucking Jasmine’s clit teasingly, releasing it with an audible pop each time, doing so over and over again. The pads of her fingers found Jasmine’s sweet spot and she attacked that area, thrusting her fingers faster and harder. “Are you going to cum?” she asked huskily, her full lips wrapping around Jasmine’s clit once more, sucking like a vacuum.

Jasmine nodded her head at the woman’s words as she coached her to cum for her and the woman’s lips parted. A strangled moan caught in the back of her throat as her eyes rolled back and her head fell back against the mattress as she began to squirt against the woman’s hand. “Fuck” she released after a deep gasp, she growled lowly as her body shook for the woman. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop” she said to her as her cum spilled from her in waves. “God” she growled as her hips rolled against the woman’s fingers, her thigh trembling as she tried to keep them parted for her.

Robyn smiled around Jasmine’s clit as she began squirting. “Mmm,” she moaned out, her fingers working still as Jasmine asked her not to stop and she wrapped her arm around Jasmine’s thigh, keeping the woman spread for her, riding her waves and following her easily as her hips rolled. Her tongue lapped at Jasmine’s clit now, licking up whatever she could as the woman trembled. Gazing up at Jasmine, she watched the woman’s face as she went on.

“Fuck, my God” Jasmine said as she shifted against the bed arching her back and tugging at Robyn’s head full of braids. She groaned out again as she finally stopped squirting and she moaned quietly, opening her eyes to look up at the ceiling as her body shivered gently.

Slurping and lapping at Jasmine, Robyn only ceased as Jasmine’s body stopped squirting for her. Slowly she rolled her fingers to a stop and she pulled them out of Jasmine carefully, bringing them to her mouth. She sucked her fingers clean, releasing them with a pop before she lapped at Jasmine once more, cleaning her up as well. Letting out a hum, she began caressing Jasmine’s sides as she pressed soft kisses to her inner thighs. Gradually, she crawled up Jasmine’s body kissing up her stomach to her breasts until she was pressing a gentle kiss to Jasmine’s lips as she asked softly. “You okay?”

Jasmine groaned softly as she shifted against the bed and she evened out her breathing as the woman kissed up her body. She smirked at her and kissed Robyn’s lips back “mhm” she said nodding her head at her quietly. “That felt so damn good baby” she told her easily as she gripped her to her plush body.

Robyn smiled softly against Jasmine’s lips before she pulled back just a bit, a swell of pride rising in her chest to know that she could truly pleasure Jasmine and make the woman feel as good as Jasmine made her feel. “I’m glad,” she said sweetly, pressing another kiss to Jasmine’s lips as the woman gripped her close. She laid her body over Jasmine’s, resting against her gently as she rested her head on her shoulder with a small content sigh.

Jasmine wrapped a lazy arm around Robyn gently as she rested against her and she closed her eyes breathing out softly. She ran her hand up and down the woman’s back extremely slow before she cupped her bare ass.

Robyn closed her eyes as she rested against Jasmine’s soft body before she chuckled. “A waist trainer?” she asked, opening her eyes and lifting her head a bit to look at Jasmine with a smile as the woman gripped her ass. Slowly her eyes migrated to the clock and she groaned softly, dropping her head into the crook of Jasmine’s neck softly.

Jasmine opened her eyes and looked at Robyn “what?” she asked her confused “I just had a baby” she told her softly. Her hand moved back Robyn’s back tenderly “I have to get my body back” she said, licking her lips slowly.

Robyn giggled softly. “Your daughter is almost one,” she said. “You didn’t just have a baby,” she said softly, pressing a kiss to Jasmine’s jawline before she slowly began to pull her body up, looking around the room. “I’ve got to get cleaned up and change the sheets,” she said softly as she looked back at Jasmine. “I’ve got to pick up these kids,” she smirked, already 30 minutes late in doing so.

Jasmine pursed her lips at her words and said “Well I still don’t have my body back no matter her age” she countered as the woman leaned up. “You want me to go, right?” she asked her as she moved to sit up, sliding to get out of the bed and grab her clothes.

Robyn sat up fully as Jasmine leaned up and she bit her lip softly. “I didn’t mean to… offend you…” she said quietly before Jasmine asked her question. Watching the woman slide from the bed, she bit her lip hard as she sat there, hands pressed into the mattress. “You can come with me,” she said in a whisper as she looked down.

“You didn’t” Jasmine told her easily as she found her panties and her sports bra. She looked at Robyn and said “do you think that would be a good idea?” to her confused. “Can I use your bathroom really quickly to clean up?” she asked her next.

Robyn nodded slowly at Jasmine as she slid from the bed herself and she reached for her robe, handing on the back of the bathroom door. Slipping it on, she tied it off. “I…” she trailed off as she nodded and she stepped aside, pushing the door open for Jasmine. “Of course,” she said as she moved for her nightstand, picking up a hair tie. She pulled her hair back into a low ponytail before she said, “I guess you’re right…” with a sigh. Her mind was all over the place when it came to Jasmine.

Jasmine looked at her and nodded her head “yeah” she said to her “I don’t think that would be a good idea” to her without much thought. “Thanks” she added as she moved into the bathroom to clean herself up a bit before she placed her panties and bra on. She moved back out the room and placed her leggings on, she placed her waist trainer on as well. She combed her fingers through the wig she had on her head before she placed her hoodie over her head pulling it down.

Robyn knocked the pillows off the bed before she began stripping the covers and the sheets from the mattress. Thankfully, the mattress had a plastic cover to help prevent the collection of germes, dust, and bugs, something that she was very particular about. As Jasmine entered the bathroom, she sighed heavy as she balled the covers and sheets up in her hand and moved out of the room. She moved into the laundry room quickly and started a load with half of the bedding, laying the other half aside for now. Moving out of the room, she walked back into her own with Jasmine and she opened up the windows to help air it out. “Uh,” she said softly now as she turned to face Jasmine, “I’ll see you out?” she said a bit questioningly as she took her in.

Jasmine found her phone off to the side “yeah” Jasmine said to her nodding her head at her. She pulled her hair from tucked inside the hoodie and she looked at her with gentle eyes.

Nodding slowly, Robyn licked her lips as she fiddled with her hands. “Alright,” she said softly as she walked out of the room slowly, padding barefoot, which she hated to do. Moving down the stairs swiftly, she moved her way to the mud room and she turned to Jasmine, gently taking the phone from the woman’s hand. “Unlock it,” she said gently as she handed it back to her.

Jasmine followed behind Robyn as they moved through the house and she towards the area they entered. She stopped to put her shoes on for a moment before she looked at Robyn raising a brow and she unlocked her phone and handed it over to her.

Robyn licked her lips slowly, watching Jasmine place her shoes on and as the woman unlocked the phone and handed it back to her, she smiled softly as she added her phone number. With a hum, she handed the phone back to Jasmine and she said, “call me?” softly as she moved to open the door, stepping into the landing of the stairs there.

Jasmine licked her lip accepting the phone back and she nodded her head at her “okay, I will” she told her as they moved into the garage. She pulled her keys out of her pocket and unlocked her car easily.

Nodding, Robyn smiled softly and she hit the button, opening up the garage door for Jasmine. She shifted there on her bare feet, her feeling as if her skin was crawling. With a hum, she waved Jasmine off before she closed the garage door behind her. Moving back into the mudroom, she closed the door behind her before she was moving back into the house fully. She grabbed some cleaner and moved up the steps to disinfect and clean the mattress cover. With that done, she rushed to take a quick shower before she dressed in sweats and a t-shirt, rushing back out the house to get her kids from school.

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solastia · 7 years

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My Woman

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Smutty smutty smut smut (But still sweet and fluffyish?)

Note: This is my first time writing smut. I’m sure it shows. I’ve read plenty of romance novels in my day, so I’m hoping that payed off a little bit lol. Fun fact: This is actually a dream I had. I know, aren’t I lucky? One of the few times I remembered every detail of my dream and I’m forever grateful.

You and Yoongi had been secretly seeing each other for a couple weeks, without much progress.You had recently been hired as an assistant stylist, your main jobs being repairs and cleaning rather than much styling. He’d asked you to fix a zipper on his jeans but insisted he was too lazy to take them off. You ended up repairing the zipper on your knees, a blushing, mumbling mess. He didn’t say a thing, but you saw him grin when he left. Then that grin turned into a smirk whenever he saw you, and he’d come up with fifty of the dumbest tasks for you to do. Seriously, why would a grown man need help to put on socks? Why does it have to be your hand that goes up his shirt to see if it’s see through? You ran from the room when he’d asked you if his boxers were supposed to have a hole in the front, not even wanting to know how he expected you to respond to THAT, and you heard him chuckle.

He’d somehow talked your boss into letting you join him on his coffee runs, saying he felt safer with a staff member with him. How having little you joining him to feel safe sounded plausible to your boss, you’ll never know, but it worked, because you’d been going with him daily. No one seemed to question that it took you guys two hours to get coffee a block away. Sometimes Yoongi would actually talk and ask questions, seeming to want to know more about you. Other times the two of you would sit in a booth in the back of the shop and just relax. You’d let him play with your hair or fingers while he chilled out with his head back and closed his eyes. Those were your favorite times. You were happy knowing he was getting some much-needed rest, and it gave you a chance to stare at him without feeling creepy.

And now here you are, two weeks later, and all you’ve managed to sneak in was a single peck on his cheek before the rest of the staff came in. It didn’t seem to bother him. He hadn’t said a thing. You wondered if he even liked you as much as you thought, or if you’re just seeing what you want to see. You, however, were a mess. At least every other night you were waking up, sweaty, clothes torn off during the night, hands between your legs. Little things he’d do would remind you of the dreams throughout the day, and that didn’t help. He’d slide his tongue across his lips slowly (A LOT), your eyes following its movements. The constant smirks. The elegant fingers that were always moving. You hadn’t felt this damn crazy over a guy since you were a teenager.

Like a coward, you’d been avoiding him all day. It was just getting harder for you to hide how you felt in front of everyone because you were so damn frustrated. You knew if he asked you to do something stupid, like ask you to help put his pants on (again), you were going to jump him and then WOOPS, secrets out. That’s how you found yourself here, in a backroom filled with props. No one came in here except when the boys were filming a music video, so you knew you’d be left alone. Your boss knew you’d come back here sometimes and didn’t mind because you’d always finish ten times more stuff when left alone. You had a huge pile of mending to catch up on anyways, 90% of it belonging to Namjoon.

A couple of hours later you glance at your phone to check the time, pleased to note that your usual coffee time with Yoongi passed. You hate to miss out on it, but you just need a break to get your emotions in check. You hear a tone from your phone and freeze. You know exactly who it’s from. Steeling yourself, you pick it up with a sigh. It’s from Yoongi.

Yoongi: Where are you?

To the point, as usual. You wonder if you can get away with not answering, and go back to work. Five minutes later, another message tone.

Yoongi: ㅡㅡ

Did he really just try to give you a dirty look through the phone? Spoiled brat. Now you were determined to ignore him just for the fun of it.

Another hour goes by, and you haven’t gotten another message from Yoongi. Most of the other staff have already left, but you wanted to finish the mending up before you went since you’d been ignoring it for two weeks and it piled up so much. You decide to use the couch that’s sitting in here and relax a bit since no one is around to yell if they catch you. You move the boxes to the floor, pick up the shirt you are working on, and recline on the couch. It doesn’t take five minutes before you’re fast asleep.

You’re having another one of those dreams. It starts out fairly tame. Yoongi coming up from behind and pulling you towards him. Burying his face in your neck and nipping. Suddenly, he swings you around and bites your lip before kneeling, looking up at you with that smirk you both love and hate. Just as he’s getting his mouth close to where you want it to be most, you feel yourself being pulled out of sleep.

“Yoongiiii…” You moan, breathlessly, desperate to return to the dream.

“Fuck, don’t say my name like that.”

You shoot up, glancing first to make sure your hands weren’t up your skirt, before glaring at him. Or more specifically, at his hand on your knee.

“What are you doing in here?” You ask sharply, trying to hide the fact that just his fingers on your damn knee were turning you into putty.

He shrugs and plops down into the space next to you on the couch. For a moment, he looks at you like he knows perfectly well what you were just dreaming about before his face goes blank.

“I couldn’t find you and I needed my coffee, so I asked around. The stylist told me you come back here. I’ll have to remember this place. Perfect to hide and take a nap.” He looks around, completely poker-faced, meanwhile his hand is still on your knee.

You stare at the hand, hoping and praying that he’ll just hold still like that. If he moves his fingers just a little more to the right…

You squeak and his eyes shoot to you.

“What was that?” He drawls, his eyebrow raised.

You jerk your knee and clear your throat.

“I’m ticklish there, OK?” you mumble, not looking at him because you know, YOU JUST KNOW, he’s going to use this against you.

“Who the hell has a ticklish knee?” He laughs.

“I’m ticklish in a lot of weird places. It’s the way I was made. Don’t judge me.” you joke.

On second thought, you probably shouldn’t have said that. That fucking smirk is back, and he’s looking at you like he never has before.

“Did you tell me that for a reason? Because that sounds like a challenge to me,” he growls, leaning closer until he has both hands on your knees and you’ve backed up so much you’re almost lying down again.

“I’m going to have to figure out these weird places. For science,” he whispers softly, before leaning back again and pulling your legs into his lap.

“So, we’ve established the weird knee thing,” he says as he gives the offending knee a little brush of his finger, making you squirm and try to hold in the giggle.

He trails his finger down your legs, glancing up on occasion to see your reaction. You were fine until he reached your feet, and he tickled the toes. You let out a little snort.

“Well, that one isn’t weird. A lot of people have ticklish feet. Not me though.” He warns you with a quick look, before laying the foot back down into his lap. Yoongi grabs both of your shins and pulls you closer, your butt now against his hip and your legs draped over the armrest.

You’ve been waiting for him to make a move for so long it seems, that you’re already getting excited and short of breath. You thank the clothing Gods that you thought to wear a skirt today.

His fingers are back at it, trying to find your ticklish spots. He trails them up from your feet to your thighs, right where the skirt stops. Fully expecting him to put them under, you let out a little huff of disappointment when he instead goes over the skirt and up to the hip. He shoots you a grin, knowing full well what you expected. He digs into the skin of your hips a little bit, earning a squeak since that was one of your spots, before moving to the stomach. He lifts up your shirt a little bit (not enough), and flutters his fingers, turning your giggles into outright laughter since he wouldn’t stop.

“So cute.” he smiles, stopping the torture and kissing your stomach. You gasp and moan, not even caring anymore that he can hear.

He’s back to trailing his fingers up, moving them up your sides, down your arms, around your neck, finding all the silly little ticklish spots you had. You were starting to get frustrated. Right as you’ve gathered the courage to say something, he suddenly leans in, staring at your mouth.

“Well, damn. It looks like I missed a few spots.”

And finally, FINALLY, his lips were on yours. It was light at first. Testing and teasing. You wrap your legs around him, trying to draw him in and deepen the kiss. With a little growl, he complies, tracing the seal of your lips with his tongue and demanding entrance. The kiss goes on for what seems forever, wet and hot, teeth nipping at each other's lips. Meanwhile, his hand starts sliding up your shirt, and he finally tears his lips away. You both sit up and tear off your shirts, throwing them on the ground. He stares at you while you work your bra clasp, and you are thrilled that you actually wore a pretty black lace bra today, instead of the comfy wireless one you almost went with. As you throw that onto the growing clothes pile, you hear a hiss, and look up to see Yoongi staring. He lays you back down and caresses your breasts. He flicks the nipples, grinning while you squirm, then brushes them with his tongue. He stays there for a while, licking, sucking, and nipping until your not sure you’re ever going to breathe right again.

“Yoongi…please…” you moan, trying to hint at this damn boy to stop playing.

“What do you want? This?” He whispers while sliding his hand up your skirt. He teases your mound outside the panties, and you sigh. It’s not quite what you want, but he’s oh so close.

Yoongi pulls your panties to the side, slipping a finger through your folds.

“Fuck, you are so wet,” he growls, before sliding a finger inside.

You gasp and buck onto the finger, wanting more, but he is still in tease mode. He pumps his finger a couple times before he pulls it out and sucks it clean, never breaking eye contact.

Yoongi pulls off your skirt and panties, then stands up to tear off the rest of his clothes, eyeing your naked body the whole time. He walks back over to the couch, his cock bobbing and dripping with precum. He picks you up before lying down in your former position and places you on top of him.

“Sit on my face.” He commands, looking at you hungrily. And you almost came right then and there.

You crawl up the couch as gracefully as you can and drape your dripping pussy over his mouth. He latches on quickly, licking you like he’s starving, nibbling your clit and fucking you with his tongue. It doesn’t take long before your muscles tighten and you cum, riding his face with your hands latched in his hair.

You climb off and collapse into the couch, sitting there for a moment while you watch him catch his breath and lick his lips. He crawls over and kisses you deeply, holding your head in his hands, and you taste yourself on him.

Yoongi gets off the couch to stand in front of you, his cock so hard it looked painful. He sends you a grin before grabbing both of your legs and propping your ankles on his shoulders. He grabs his cock and pushes it into you slowly, watching your face intently. You throw back your head and moan as he finally is in all the way, and he pumps slowly, letting you get used to him.

“Yoongi, faster please.” You plead breathlessly. He groans and pounds furiously into you, He leans down capturing your lips in a sloppy kiss before burying his face into your neck, biting and sucking as he fucks you harder. He slides a hand down between you and rubs your clit and you cum fast and hard, screaming his name.

When you finally come back to yourself a bit, you look up and see that Yoongi is so close. You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him in further. You kiss the side of his neck and make your way to his ear.

“Cum in me.” You whisper, and that sends him off the edge. His pounding gets sloppy and with a growl, you feel him filling you. He collapses on top of you, breathing heavily into the crook of your neck, occasionally giving it a small kiss.

“Damn.” He groans, grabbing you and positioning the two of you so you’re lying on the couch together, with his arm around you and your head on his chest.

You giggle, knowing that was the understatement of the century.

Suddenly his eyes shoot up and he looks scared as hell.

“Shit, I fucking came in you. I’m sorry. Shit.” He runs his hand through his hair and you laugh.

“Don’t worry, I started birth control the day after I met you.” He raises an eyebrow at you and his damn smirk makes a return.

“Sure of yourself, huh?” he chuckles, rubbing his hand up and down your arm.

“More like wishful thinking.” You murmur, throwing your leg over his and burrowing in.

“Mmm, we are going to have to make this room comfier. You think anyone will notice the prop room suddenly has a bed, mini fridge and ten locks on the door?”

“Doubt it. We’ll just say they’re props if they do. Why, do you have plans to come here often?” You joke, trailing your finger down his chest.

“Hell yes. Until I can tell everyone you’re my woman, this will make a nice love nest.” He murmurs as he grabs your hand and caresses your fingers with is.

“Your woman?” You squeaked.

“Fuck yes. Now, is my woman ready for round two yet? I think I missed some weird ticklish spots.”

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(FROM THE ARCHIVE - Originally posted in January 2012)

FALLEN HEROES: #1: JACOB’S MOUSE

Jacob’s Mouse were a three-piece rock band from Bury St Edmunds. Between 1990 and 1995, they released three albums, one compilation and a string of EPs, earning high-profile fans in John Peel and Kurt Cobain. For the first in our new series celebrating Fallen Heroes of the local scene, B-Side's Seymour Quigley takes a guided tour of the band’s discography.

Back in the 60s and 70s, Bury St Edmunds town centre was, by many accounts, a little bit rough. Bury had its own musical dive bar, the now partially-demolished Griffin, (which stood half-proudly on the narrow strip of land between Cornhill and St Andrews Street South now occupied by Officers Club and Karooze), where local bands could “cut their teeth” and where on weekend nights and market days, mods and rockers, juiced to the nines on booze and cheap speed, would spill freely out into the marketplace, merrily beating seven shades of intoxicated shite out of each other, the Police and anyone else who happened to be standing around.

When the first wave of punk arrived in 1976-77, with bands like the Sex Pistols and The Clash pushing an agenda of Total Freedom to Express Yourself, it unwittingly helped encourage its weaker-minded disciples to take acting like a total prick in public to its logical conclusion and made punk a cause célèbre for the frothing right wing. So when The Clash visited the Corn Exchange during the Out On Parole tour of 1978 (in the face of strong opposition from the Council), popular legend has it that Bury’s punks, teds, mods and rockers were out in force and that the ensuing carnage saw blood on the streets, property destroyed, general indecency and the overall erosion of society. Whether this was the case or not – by several written accounts, there was no trouble whatsoever, The Clash signed a few autographs and everyone went home happy – so began the start of a Council-imposed 19 year ban on gigs in any public buildings within the town (Conservative towns have a long memory – until 1997, when Councillor Jackie Smith finally broke the embargo with a tentative inaugural BurySound gig, well-meaning promoter after well-meaning promoter found themselves turned away with the mantra, “When The Clash played here in 1978…” ringing in their ears).

So the big names stopped coming to town, the scene dried up, the rougher pubs were shut down, and – as is time-honoured fashion in places where creativity is stifled – Bury became a pub rock bore. Throughout the 80s, a small resistance movement of Goths, grebos and metallers kept the flame of DIY alive with local bands like The Never Never and Cutting Edge trying, but never quite managing, to lift the local scene out of the doldrums of endless cover band hell.

Then, at the dawn of the 90s, something miraculous happened. A group of KEGS students (that’s King Edward VI Upper School to you non-Bury types) – twins Hugo Boothby and Jebb Boothby on guitar and bass respectively, and singing drummer Sam Marsh – inspired by the rumblings of US alt-rock and proto-grunge (Fugazi, Minor Threat, Big Black, Pixies, Hüsker Dü) and the nightly clatter of Radio One’s John Peel show, released a 5-track, 12”-only EP through Liverish Records, an imprint set up especially for the release by much-missed second-hand record shop and local institution, The Record Pedlar. The Dot EP – with its iconic “big black dot” sleeve – didn’t set the World alight, but its mixture of new wave-meets-exploding guitar-meets-shitkicker drums-meets-screaming rage plus violins pricked up the ears of indie (which, in the early 90s, was still short for “independent”) types all over the country. Jacob’s Mouse had, in their own small way, arrived.

The Dot EP was followed in 1991 by the band’s first CD release, 8-track mini-album No Fish Shop Parking. Released on the band’s own Blithering Idiot label, and named in tribute to a chalk-drawn sign outside the Elephant & Castle pub, No Fish Shop Parkingstill sounds, even by today’s standards, absolutely furious. Recorded, like all their output, in a shed in Norfolk, No Fish Shop Parking perfectly encapsulates what it feels like to grow up, burdened by intelligence, in a town like Bury St Edmunds, with all the rage and frustration and inertia perfectly summed up in every seething groove of every twisted song. From opener Tumbleswan, which sees mournful violins collide with triumphant guitars while incomprehensible lyrics spill higgledy-piggledy over themselves, through She Is Dead (only lyrics: “She is dead… now!”), to the syncopated, nonsensical dub-jerk-guitar-aargh of Carfish, to the actually-quite-frightening Justice and, best of all, on the truly phenomenal Twist (written and recorded months before Nirvana unleashed Smells Like Teen Spirit), No Fish Shop Parkingperfectly demonstrates what can be achieved when newly-tapped talent meets genuine, simmering anger, and when Sam screams, “I’M SO CONFUUUSED!” in the dying moments of final, blistering track The Vase, you know exactly what he means.

No Fish Shop Parking earned the band a mountain of hype, a string of high-profile supports with pretty much every big indie band of the day (from the Manics and Suede, to Swervedriver and Th’ Faith Healers, to Babes In Toyland and Nirvana, whose singer – I forget his name – went on record as stating that Jacob’s Mouse were one of his favourite bands), Peel Sessions aplenty and, best of all, a record deal with influential, London-based Wiiija Records (home to Therapy?, Cornershop and, later, BiS).

The band’s first release for Wiiija, 4-track EP Ton Up, was a curious affair, with the band seemingly determined to take relatively straightforward pop songs – Motorspareis pure frantic Hüsker Dü punk, This Room carries a reggae shuffle underneath semi-spoken vocals, Oblong manages to be both obtuse and catchy – but subtly warp the edges, tempering their more rockist tendencies with avant-garde flourishes (most effectively on closer Fridge, which follows a full minute of white noise with a gigantic drum fill and none-more-Sabbath guitars). A minor triumph.

And then came I’m Scared. Their first “proper” album in that it contains 11 songs, I’m Scared marks the moment where Jacob’s Mouse began to decisively sever their ties with the outside World, and began doing exactly as they pleased. So whilst Kettleopens proceedings with a barrage of metallic angst, and album highlight It’s A Thin Sound applies dub grooves to shoegaze guitars, elsewhere things get really weird, really fast: Deep Canvas Lake is ushered along by urgent mandolins; Box Hole contemplates the nature of mortality via ear-piercing treble-shredding guitar; and Coalmine Dig eschews conventional percussion for what sounds like an army of schoolchildren employed to dispatch the contents of the music cupboard with hammers. Take that, woodblock!

If the music press – who generally gave I’m Scared baffled but appreciative reviews – weren’t quite sure what to make of Jacob’s Mouse by this point, the band’s next run of singles did nothing to help press relations. From the point of view of sheer creativity, 1993-94 was a good era for the ‘Mouse, and three EPs (the band having long since decided that nothing appearing on a single should also appear on an album) followed in swift succession: the deceptively poppy, 60s tinged, bass-led and thoroughly splendid Good, followed by the unsettling, down-beat, reverse-guitar semi-folk of Group Of 7, followed in turn by the splendidly-titled and genuinely odd Fandango Widewheels, the verses of which feature the band’s (clearly amused) neighbour reading random nonsense over angry grunge, before an unexpectedly anthemic chorus sees Sam screaming, “Ban the human being! / Kill the bastard!” Decidedly not Oasis.

Although the three EPs seemed, in isolation, somewhat disparate, when collected together and re-released by Wiiija as the 10-track Wryly Smilers compilation, their jointly fractious nature gave the songs a context and some kind of sense. It’s doubtful that there was any kind of masterplan – and, speaking many years later, Sam Marsh has indicated (in an unpublished interview for Mmmmm, Juicy! fanzine) that the band were literally throwing every idea they had down onto tape just to see what happened – but the sheer scope of Jacob’s Mouse’s creativity at this stage was truly astonishing. So whilst, on one hand, Palace – arguably the band’s finest punk moment – is an almost-unbearably exciting barrage of noise, Sag Bag sees dark subject matter (a first-hand account of a road traffic accident ending with the calm observation, “I can see there’s a bone jutting out of me”) grinding against unusual chord progressions and unexpected recorder outbursts, whilst Keen Apple – an impassioned diatribe against an un-named misogynist – comes across like gypsy psychobilly.

And then it all went really weird. In 1995, with Britpop in full swing, UK Indie Nation found itself gripped by a new-found, half-baked nationalistic desire for all things British. Blur and Oasis went head-to-head for the Number One slot as part of a pointless flesh carnival to prove absolutely nothing. Terrible bands called things like Sleeper and Powder were elevated almost overnight from backroom toilet venues to gigantic arena supports, simply on the strength of their hair. More than ever, indie labels were snapped up as credible fronts for the majors and along with the salivating A&R men, the stylists swept into town, dictating a “look”, a “sound”, an “attitude”. And did we mention cocaine? A blizzard of the stuff. A mountain of it. Well, it takes the edge off the smack.

As the music biz types of London and Manchester left their souls in a taxi somewhere between a maelstrom of outrageous fortune and an orgy of self-congratulation, a newly-received wisdom spread through the indie World: That pre-Britpop, everything had, in fact, been shit. All those records you thought you’d like at the time were, it turned out, rubbish. So unless you subscribed wholesale to the notion that only bands pushing an agenda of “Britishness” – Union Jacks, 1966, fish ‘n’ chips, The Beatles, Mary Poppins, cup o’ tea – were any good, and wore the exact clothes sported by Liam, Damon, Louise from Sleeper or one of Menswear, you were, quite frankly, dead in the water. Overnight, mighty bands who’d helped shape the sound of things to come, from Pop Will Eat Itself (who, in the mid-80s, had dared to combine metal riffs with clumsy hip-hop and creative sampling, in the process inventing The Prodigy) to Carter USM (Glastonbury-headlining indie giants whose mixture of clever-clever lyrics, Kylie arrangements and rockabilly guitars influenced misfits like Art Brut, The Indelicates and the Arctic Monkeys) were all but written out of the equation in a Stalinist putsch/proto-New Labourite misconception that the only way to learn from history is to pretend it never happened. There was, literally, no place in the World for a band like Jacob’s Mouse, and Jacob’s Mouse reacted by retreating from the World entirely. And so it was in these jingoistic times that Rubber Room, the band’s 2nd (or 4th, depending how you look at it) and final album, landed to universal bemusement in 1995.

Rubber Room is the sound of a three-piece band falling apart. It makes no sense whatsoever. Every beat of every drum, every distorted vocal, every skewered noise, every incongruous bleep and blatter and skronk that roars out of the speakers is the sound of three people gone completely insane. In terms of pop-gone-wrong extreme mentalness, at its most deranged it makes fellow artistic masterpieces of the era like the Boo Radleys’ Giant Steps and the Manics’ The Holy Bible sound comparatively tame. It is, needless to say, incredible. Of the 12 tracks on offer here, only two – unlikely single Hawaiian Vice and reasonably conventional US alt-thunderer Blither – could reasonably be described as “commercial” in any recognisable sense, but still see their vocals fuzzed up and mixed down so low as to be near-indecipherable. The rest of the album takes in looped keyboard jazz terror (Poltergeist), psychedelic dub grunge (Public Oven), unsettling acoustic/electric guitar trade-offs (Domestic) and, in general, jarring barrages of noise and confusion. But the absolute and inarguable album highlight, suicide note and distillation of all that made Jacob’s Mouse such an intensely wonderful band is Foam Face. Essentially the sound of three people playing three different songs at the same time, Foam Face is, simultaneously, a trance bass groove, a metal guitar workout, a softly-intoned paean to God knows what, and a full-on noise whiteout, culminating in the sound of a lawnmower committing suicide. To this day, no other band on a reasonably large indie label has released anything quite this unique.

By Sam Marsh’s estimation, Rubber Room sold less than a thousand copies; the band called it a day shortly afterwards, and as the 90s rumbled towards their tiresome conclusion (The Verve without Nick McCabe, Stereophonics everywhere, Turin Brakes, the much-vaunted “death” of guitar music as Fatboy Slim conquered the globe), Jacob’s Mouse were all but forgotten. In recent years, whilst one-time peers (and fellow early 90s Peel favourites) Th’ Faith Healers have reformed and found themselves embraced by the ATP set as returning heroes, Jacob’s Mouse have been seemingly happy to let rabid dogs lie. So while Sam has continued to write, record and release music (firstly solo as The Machismos, later with hardcore legends The Volunteers and short-lived dub types The People’s Choice and Zen Reggae Masters), Jacob’s Mouse have remained, for the most part, a footnote in John Peel’s autobiography.

But their influence is out there. The first hints could be seen, 10 years back, in the NME’s tenuous “No Name” scene, with the 80s/90s alt-rock influenced likes of Ikara Colt and, in particular, the mighty Mclusky sporting a distinctly Mouse-esque line in seething bass-propulsion, abrasive guitars and off-kilter lyrics. And on a purely empirical basis, your correspondent has been bowled over in the past few years by the number of music-loving types from all over the UK who, at the mention of Foam Face or No Fish Shop Parking in any kind of “favourite songs/albums” discussion, have responded with some variation on, “Oh my GOD! Jacob’s MOUSE! They were fucking INCREDIBLE!!!” The love is out there, and the love is strong.

Jacob’s Mouse mattered. From a musical point of view, they were a phenomenal band who released a string of incredible, genre-defying, increasingly deranged but always brilliant records, without ever sounding like they were trying too hard. But from a personal point of view, they were important because they demonstrated, single-handedly, that a band from Bury St Edmunds could achieve some degree of success, and make records than truly, genuinely, speak to you about how it feels to be in a certain place at a certain time in your life, with all the uncertainties of what the future might hold. Jacob’s Mouse may never receive the recognition they deserve; but they made the records they wanted to make and, for those who took the time to notice, they made a difference.

The entire Jacob’s Mouse Wiiija back catalogue (with the exception of 'Wryly Smilers') is now available on all major digital platforms.

HISTORY: Formed in the late 80’s in Bury St Edmunds, disbanded in 1995.

PERSONNEL: Hugo Boothby – guitar Jebb Boothby – bass Sam Marsh – drums/vocals

DISCOGRAPHY: The Dot EP (5-track EP, Liverish Records, 1990) No Fish Shop Parking (8-track album, Blithering Idiot, 1991) Ton Up (4-track EP, Wiiija, 1992) Company News (2-track single, Rough Trade, 1992) I’m Scared (11-track album, Wiiija, 1993) Good (3-track EP, Wiiija, 1993) Group of 7 aka Chocolate Cake 100 (3-track EP, Wiiija, 1993) Ton of Scum (2-track single, Wiiija, 1993) Fandango Widewheels (4-track EP, Wiiija, 1994) Wryly Smilers (10-track compilation, Wiiija, 1994) Hawaiian Vice (1-track single, Wiiija, 1994) Rubber Room (12-track album, Wiiija, 1995)

LINKS: Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/jacobsmouse/ Unofficial MySpace: www.myspace.com/jacobsmouse Wikipedia: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jacob%27s_Mouse

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