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hellishattempt · 4 months

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𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭 - false positive

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🢥 summary : celebrity!au jjk men and rumours swirling around your established relationship, wc 2.4k 🢥 series includes : choso, fushiguro toji, geto suguru, gojo satoru and nanami kento, part two of five 🢥 content : celebrity!au, female reader, mostly angst, some fluff, married, body dysphoria, pregnancy, photoshopping / body editing, miscarriage, sickness, blood, fake newspaper used, paps being an ass, lying, use of pet names, suggestive content if you squint so hard your eyes are almost closed, i hate winter so this is set in like summer, jasper simping for nanami the entire time, the ending is what it is, not proofread we die like robins /ref

. . . BEING MARRIED TO AN AUTHOR has its perks, especially when you're a reader yourself. you always got to read the first drafts, and the second, and the final drafts before anyone else, including your husband's editors. nanami claimed that if it wasn't good enough for his wife, then it wasn't good enough to be published. you always thought that was a bit extreme, but you loved his writings either way. however, sometimes it was hard to find the time to read the latest chapter he sent you, because your job drained you. you were an influencer, and had currently signed a promotional deal with koh gen do, a popular japanese makeup brand. recently, you were barely home, busy with photoshoots and videos for koh gen do, on top of the content you had to make yourself.

neither of you really liked the limelight, nanami especially. you were young and naive when you joined social media, rising quickly to popularity. it was something you enjoyed, and you still do enjoy it, but it felt more like a tiring obligation than an aspiring career. you blame the paparazzi, nanami blames societal expectations, although he's not the paparazzi's biggest fan either. throughout your dating, and going on six year marriage, you and nanami have had your fair share of scandals. this one had to take the cake, however.

you were out, doing one of the last rounds of photoshoots for your endorsement deal. nanami was home, trying to churn out the latest chapter on his to-do list. he wasn't very successful. the mostly blank document had two words on it: CHAPTER THIRTY in the fancy font you had selected to be chapter headers. any attempt to write after that failed. every paragraph had been written, rewritten and deleted. so the buzz of his phone was a welcomed distraction.

it was an article post from red sun times, a relatively newer newspaper company in japan. nanami preferred them because they were quieter, at least compared to japan newsline or tokyoto sistership news. but the article title cause a deep frown to wrinkle nanami's sculpted face.

. . . "IS NANAMI KENTO'S WIFE PREGNANT?" was in big bold print on your phone screen. you didn't see it right away, but your makeup artist did. she got your hairstylist's attention, who read it just before your phone shut off. they both began to pepper you with compliments.

"congratulations, nanami okaa-san!" aki, your makeup artist beamed. your eyes widened at the term. 'okaa-san' literally translated to 'mother' of which, you were not. she should've used 'oka-san', which meant wife literally, and ma'am respectfully. "you look so skinny, i couldn't even tell!"

"yes, congratulations! how did nanami-san respond?" your hairstylist added, smile wide on his face. "better yet, how did your families react? oh, i bet they were overjoyed."

you sat there confused, racking your brain over what the two were referring to. "wh-what? what are you talking about?"

they stared at you with blank faces, their excitement slowly fading into a confused expression that matched yours.

"y-your pregnancy," aki stuttered out, as though it was obvious.

"pregnancy? i'm... i'm not pregnant," you stated, getting out of your chair. "who told you i was pregnant?"

"we just saw the news flash on your phone," your hairstylist defended, gesturing to your phone. "there was an article from red sun times and the title read: is nanami kento's wife pregnant?"

"i'm not pregnant," you repeated, growing in frustration. the fucking nerve. "do i look pregnant?" you snapped, causing the pair to furiously shake their heads and protest the article. you scoffed, grabbing your phone and your bag, storming out of the dressing room. the directory of photography called after you as you exited the studio, but you paid no attention to him.

safe inside your car, you opened the article. you also had a slew of texts and missed calls from your husband, but you didn't have the patience for him right now. the article was crudely written, at best. red sun times had been losing subscribers and readers lately, and this seemed like a last ditch effort to get their subscriptions up again. it didn't make sense to you, however. neither you nor nanami were a-lister names in the celebrity world. nanami didn't even consider himself a celebrity. sure, you both had a hefty fan base, but it was nothing compared to some of the other celebrities of japan, like the model gojo satoru or the mma fighter fushiguro toji.

it didn't matter, anyways. it wasn't the words of the article that hurt. it was the pictures. all them were of you with nanami on your latest outing. your anniversary was coming up, and nanami always got really sweet around that time, taking you out on dates on the days leading up to your anniversary. your anniversary was in three days, and a couple of days ago, nanami had taken you to a strawberry farm where you each filled a bucket's worth of strawberries, that were then all eaten on the picnic following the farm. the picnic spot was the riverside where he had proposed about seven years ago. you had an amazing time, and fell a little bit more in love with your caring husband. his sensible attention to detail, his doting words, his thoughtful actions, all of it made the date, and your relationship, perfect. now this article and its malicious pictures tainted that saccharine memory.

. . . THE IMAGES HAD CLEARLY BEEN EDITED. that's what your logical brain was trying to scream at you, but your emotions weren't listening. a small bump had been added to your stomach in each photo, your hips had been wider, and in a couple, your breasts had even been adjusted, as though they were full with milk. you felt sick. it was so hard to tell the difference between what was edited and what wasn't. did you really look like that? did red sun times even have to adjust these photos? "you look so skinny, i couldn't even tell!" the words of your makeup artist bounced around your pounding head. if you were so skinny, why did she still assume you were pregnant?

you had tried so hard that day to look pretty for your husband, wearing his favorite yellow sundress of yours, with the sweetheart neckline and puffy sleeves. nanami always said he preferred your natural look, but you had still glossed your lips, tinted your cheeks a faint pink and dusted your nose with highlighter. you had tied your hair up with a soft yellow ribbon, curling the loose strands. you had checked your reflection at least fifteen times before deeming yourself fit for the day. you had looked good in the mirror, so why didn't you look like that in these photos?

tears threatened at your eyes, but you swallowed them with the lump in your throat. you were almost home now, and you were sure that nanami had seen the article. he loved the red sun times because they didn't do stupid stuff like this. guess they just lost another reader.

"darling?" nanami's voice rang out as you entered your home. he walked into your vision, looking worried. you hadn't answered your phone at all, hadn't even read any of his texts. "oh, koibito..." his voice softened as you raised your head to meet his gaze.

you look so despondent with your watery eyes, and sullen posture. you hadn't even removed your shoes before he had scooped you into his arms and you were sobbing into his shoulder. you don't know how long you stood there in the foyer of your home, everything silent except for your choked breathing. there was a dark blemish on his wool sweater now, but nanami waved it off when you tried to apologize.

he guided you to the living room, helping you sit on the grey sofa that you had bought together six years ago. nanami worked wordlessly as he removed your shoes and coat; he took your phone and bag, placing them on the stand by the front door. a high pitched whistle echoed from the kitchen, and moments later he returned with a cup of steaming sencha, your favorite kind of tea. you felt so pathetic, sitting there sniffling while your husband tended to you.

when he returned for the final time, nanami had changed into a black t-shirt, and sat on the leather ottoman opposite from you. his elbows rested on his knees as nanami watched you sip the tea he had made you. he didn't speak, but only because he couldn't find the right words.

nanami prided himself on his syntax and vocabulary. he was the type of person who always said the right thing at the right time, it's why being an author was the only career option he cared for. but here, you sat in a stifled silence. he knew he should say something, but what? what were you were supposed to say in a situation like this? you were clearly distressed, and it was nanami's role as your husband to offer you words of encouragement, but his tongue was dry.

if nanami was honest, he almost wanted there to be some truth to the article. you hadn't exactly been trying for kids, but you hadn't not been trying. kids was something you both knew you wanted, but you hadn't discussed it in further detail. reading further into the article and viewing the photos made it clear that it wasn't true, at all. nanami knew almost immediately that when you saw this, you were going to breakdown, and he would be there to pick you up. so he ordered your favorite ramen, made your favorite tea and held you in his arms until you had calmed down.

nanami knew that you would believe the edits, that you would see yourself like that. despite how much he praised your body, you hated it, and he hated that. anytime you made some side comment about your stomach or thighs, it almost started a fight. he loathed the way you saw yourself, and nothing he argued stuck with you.

in the last few months, however, nanami was starting to see some progress. you stared less in the mirror with your meticulous eyes, pinching flaps of your skin between your fingers. you began to buy less healthier foods, and stopped mentioning the stupid diet you had placed yourself on. you wore clothes that you specifically avoided unless you had nothing else to wear, because of the way they displayed your figure. he knew that this article had erased all of that progress.

"i'm sorry, nani" you croaked, curling your knees into your chest.

"shh, no, koibito," nanami disregarded your apology. "you don't ever have to apologize about your emotions, especially not to me." he moved from the ottoman to take the spot next to you, pulling your small frame into his. one hand held yours while the other stroked your hair amorously. "the article was cruel, and any person with a heart would be reacting the same as you. don't worry, i've already called their editor and he said he doesn't know why the piece was published when it wasn't supposed to. it's being removed as we speak."

your heart welled at his words. he was so patient and understanding. moments like these made you love nanami more. and it gave you the confidence to tell him the truth.

"kento," you began, pulling away from him slowly. you used his given name over your nickname, nani, for him. you only used it during fights or confessions. he immediately perked up. "i..." you sighed. words were always nanami's thing, not yours. "i'm not upset about the photos."

"oh?"

"okay, well, i am, but for a different reason than you think."

"and what reason is that, koibito?" his tone was emotionless, as if he hadn't decided how to respond yet.

"i know you think it's because i'm always stressing about my body and the way it looks, and you're worried because i haven't been fretting over how i look as much, right? well, that's because i was pregnant, and i decided i couldn't care about that when i had bigger concerns, like the tiny life in my stomach." it became harder to speak, your sentences broken by tears and sobs.

"...was?" nanami's voice cracked, and his misty eyes matched yours.

you nodded, "was. i... i had a miscarriage."

"w-when?"

"about a week ago. i was about a month and a half along."

"you mean that time you canceled girl's night because you were sick? you told me that it was just your period, and you sent me out to get you stuff from the store." nanami's brows furrowed.

"yeah, that's.. that's right." you took a breath to steady yourself. "there was just blood everywhere, and i was a wreck and i didn't have the courage to tell you. i know how badly you want kids of our own, and i just didn't want to hurt you."

"hurt me? baby, you were the one hurting, and i just played it off like it was normal. i feel terrible."

"you couldn't have known," you reassured him. "but that article, and those photos, it just tore me apart all over again. that's how i should look, that's how i want to look, but i lost that part of me, that part of us."

nanami didn't respond at first, just reached back out for you. you both sat there, quiet sniffles and crying the only sound in your home. he continued to comfort you, even though you felt like you should be offering him comfort. after all, nanami is learning that you were pregnant and now no longer pregnant all at once.

"koibito," he murmured after a while. "i want you to know that i love you no matter what. i don't care how you look or how you don't look. you're my wife, and i didn't marry you because of your body and figure. i married you because i fell in love with your laugh, your smile, your unpredictable personality, and all the other beautiful things about you. i'm always going to support you and love you. and if you want to be pregnant, then i'm happy to oblige."

you laughed despite your sadness, swatting at him playfully, which elicited a "what? i'm serious!" from nanami.

"shut up," you muttered, still chuckling. he smiled, happy to see that you were laughing along with him. nanami pressed a kiss to your temple, humming an "i love you" against your skin.

you snuggled deeper into him, craning your neck to meet his eyes. "i wanna be a mom, nani."

he wrapped both arms around you, meeting your gaze. "then a mom you shall be, my koibito."

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whovianderson · 7 months

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Sex Education season 4 thoughts

The good

Aimee’s journey. As I’ve discussed online no end, I have complex PTSD. While I was never sexually assaulted like Aimee was, her avoidant trauma responses were very relatable to me. To see her taking the power back this season, especially when the burned the jeans she was assaulted in and did the photoshoot with them, made me feel a bit less alone as I try and heal. I cried my eyes out, so much so that I had to take a break from watching to collect myself!

“Even when I’m doing something I love… it feels like I’m still wearing them, like it never goes away”

Cal’s story as a non-binary person is very different to mine (and for the record, that doesn’t make either of us any less valid, because there is no singular way to be non-binary). Nonetheless, hearing someone I love as much as I do Gillian Anderson affirm our shared gender nonconformity meant the world. I’m sick of facing transphobia from society, but especially from people that I once considered idols. So knowing that Gillian embraced a role where her character supports trans youth healed something within me. It’s not the first time she’s showed up for our community though - she always makes a point to include non-binary people, for example in her Dear Gillian announcement video. I don’t mean to undermine the real hero of the story here: Dua Saleh, the actor who played Cal - it’s just that I had already formed such a deep connection with Gillian, so it hit me doubly hard from her.

The funeral scene. Just… the funeral scene. I really lost it when Mr Hendricks played With Or Without You on the piano and everyone else joined in.

Other people have spoken about this better, so I won’t get into it as much, but by god, the representation. One example that really struck me was the sex scene between Abbi and Roman at the end, where she said “I love being inside you”. It wasn’t a big deal, their transness was completely normalised.

This might be an unpopular opinion, but I loved the Motis ending! Maeve made the right choice going back to America, and long distance relationships are really hard when you have no plans to reunite, so I get why they called it off. Also, relationships at that age don’t usually last, as much as I hate to say it, and yet via Maeve’s letter, the show managed to honour that they can still shape one’s life and be really important.

The bad

If it wasn’t clear, I’m a Jean Milburn stan first and a human second. Unfortunately, I was disappointed in how they handled her storyline this season. Firstly, I’m tired of every single female character on television having an arc that culminates in motherhood. Not knowing who the father was felt like bad writing for Jean specifically, like very out of character, because she’s a sex therapist, so she’s all about safe sex and communication around those things. By no means am I suggesting that they should’ve kept Jakob as a character (if you don’t already know, his actor sexually assaulted hundreds of women which, by the way, was public knowledge before he was ever cast), but they could’ve come up with a better workaround. Maybe I’m biased because Jean is a comfort character of mine, but I wasn’t very pleased with the fact that they didn’t allow her to be happy for a single second this season either! That being said, I do think it’s important that we don’t gloss over the postpartum depression representation here, which could mean so much to so many. I wish they’d brought Maureen in to help Jean though, because their relationship was so special and yet we didn’t see them interact onscreen once this season.

I haven’t heard anyone else mention this, but I was disappointed with how they handled sapphic relationships this season. Not only were Ola and Lily erased entirely, but the writers fucked up the storyline for the only established sapphic couple remaining (Roz and Sofia Marchetti). Like, why was the Big Plot Twist™️ that there was, in fact, a man intimately involved with their family? Our lives don’t have to revolve around men, you know? The show didn’t explicitly acknowledge the fact that genetics to not make a family in my opinion either, because Roz and Sofia’s conversation with Jackson was just about how his biological father was missing out on raising him.

The… mixed? Idk!

I deserve to be sent to horny jail for this, but Jean breastfeeding initially drove me insane. I quickly changed my tune though, because breasts are not inherently sexual and breastfeeding shouldn’t be sexualised, so it makes me feel a bit icky to see people thirsting over that.

I’m not sure how I felt about the development of Adam and Michael’s relationship. On one hand, I thought it was beautiful to see them both grow and reconnect. On the other hand, I was slightly concerned that it was veering into “you have to forgive your abuser” territory. I don’t have parental trauma, so I don’t have the authority to comment, but I’d be interested to hear other people’s perspectives.

I really appreciate how they tried to explore toxic relationships with the introduction of Beau as Viv’s love interest. However, I don’t feel that it was given the weight it deserved, because there was so much else going on.

In summary

I’m not disappointed with how this season turned out overall. Although it definitely wasn’t perfect, I thoroughly enjoyed watching it, and it made me very happy. I do recommend checking trigger warnings before watching it though, because it is a lot darker than previous seasons.

I’d missed this show and these characters more than I’d realised, and I can’t believe I’ll never see them again. It was really hard to say goodbye!

#yes I binged all of season 4 in one day but I was too lazy to post about it until now. love that for me #miscellaneous thoughts:#gillian anderson is a phenomenal actor jsyk #this season is confirmation that ncuti is gonna be an amazing doctor #I may be becoming a hannah waddingham stan what of it #also this is personal so feel free to skip #but I’m so so proud of myself #because this season would have been too triggering for me to watch not long ago #but I’m ✨healing✨ now #sex ed season 4 #sex ed s4 #sex education season 4 #sex education s4 #sex ed spoilers #sex education spoilers #sex education netflix #sex ed netflix

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malice-ov-mercy · 2 months

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Somewhere Along the Way - Part 7: Painted

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Pairing: Will Ramos x fem!Reader

Content Warnings: 18+!, smut, oral (female receiving), unprotected (p in v) sex, shower sex, overstimulation, fluff, will getting a little handsy in the back seat of a cab

A/N: Here’s more of this story :) I had this random thot a while ago and I couldn’t think of a better story to write it for than this one. I worked on this for like three months, but got most of it done in the last few weeks. It’s some of my best and worst work. I love this story so much, I don’t think I’ll ever stop writing for it even if it’s technically finished. Anyways, these two are so disgustingly in love, it makes me sick <3.

Word Count: 7.7k

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“Are you sure you’re okay?” Will delicately cupped my face, concern flooding his warm eyes.

I offered a small smile and nodded.

“Promise. It’s just a little nausea.”

His thumbs gently stroked the tops of my cheeks. He didn’t seem convinced as his brows furrowed more.

“Don’t frown so much,” I carefully patted his chest, “The paint is gonna crease.”

Will blinked then sighed heavily, pressing our foreheads together. I wanted to wrap him in a big hug, but I didn’t want to ruin Felix’s hard work. Most of it dried down, but the red on his face was still a little wet. He spent so long painting Will, I’d feel horrible if we messed it up. He did such a great job. From hair to just below the waistband of his underwear was covered in black and red paint. Will looked incredible.

I puckered my lips and Will quickly yet delicately pecked them over and over, lingering a little more every time. He pouted as I started to pull away.

“Why are you denying me kisses?”

“Because I don’t think Felix would appreciate having to redo his paint job.”

He tried to kiss me again, but I took a big step back.

“We’ll have plenty of time to kiss after the photoshoot.”

His playful frown gave way to an equally playful smile.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

I let Will kiss me again, but only twice.

“If you start to feel any worse, tell me and we’ll go back to the rental, okay?” He loosely laced our fingers together, careful not to ruin the paint on his fingers.

“Okay.” I gently squeezed his fingers.

Felix hollered for him. Will hesitated to leave my side until I nodded, sighing before giving me one final peck and joining his friend.

Throughout the photoshoot, Will frequently glanced my way, silently checking in. I gave him a quick smile every time, hoping to reassure him that I was just fine. Eventually his worries eased and he relaxed, much to my and everyone else’s pleasure. He found a nice balance of seriousness and playfulness. Silly faces were shot in my direction while the more stoic expressions were saved for the photographer—except for this one. Will decided this one was especially for me.

He made a show of pointing directly at me, ensuring I had his full undivided attention. I gave him a curious and amused look. A playful glimmer twinkled in his eyes. He extended an arm and curled two fingers, almost like a claw. His other arm bent at the elbow, hand level with his chin. The positioning of his fingers reminded me of the way he sometimes gripped my jaw and neck. I could almost feel his gentle caress on my throat.

Will locked his eyes on me then turned his head with a light tilt of his chin. The intensity in his stare left me rooted in my seat. I held his gaze for as long as I could before I squirmed. Desire stirred in my gut, warming me from inside out. My dress suddenly felt too tight and uncomfortable. No one saw his barely there smirk. It was gone so quick, I almost thought I imagined it.

For the rest of the afternoon, Will decided to make a game of getting me flustered. Frequent heated, sultry looks were shot my way, some captured by the camera, but most were in between shots—reserved specially for me.

I was buzzing by the time the shoot finished. Felix offered his space to Will so he could clean up, but Will declined, using my previous nausea as a cover. Truthfully I’d forgotten all about it. It went away some time ago. Felix insisted on at least paying for our ride back to our rental, an argument that both Will and I lost.

With a promise to swing by again before we flew back home, we piled into the cab. Like clockwork, Will laid his hand on my thigh and started his usual affectionate touches. The rental wasn’t far so the ride wouldn’t be terribly long, but that didn’t stop his hand from wandering. With each handful of skin, he traveled higher and higher, slipping under my dress and silently enjoying the warmth gathering between my legs. I kept my focus on the passing scenery, not wanting to dignify his actions with a response—that was until his pinky brushed against my dampened panties.

I crossed my legs and pressed my thighs together, effectively stopping Will and his inappropriately timed touching. In my periphery, I saw him glance at me with a subtle coy smirk. He tried pulling his hand from my legs, only to realize he could tease me more with the wiggling. The grip I had on him faltered slightly when he pressed his pinky to my center again.

Will took full advantage to maneuver his fingers so they were firmly fixed over my clit. I tried to squeeze my thighs together to halt him, but it only further pressed his fingers more to me. He rotated his wrist, causing his fingers to grind against my clit. I choked back a sigh and tensed my jaw. My cheeks burned.

His free hand slithered across my throat, settling it on the back of my neck. Will turned my head and angled my chin up with his thumb. Eyes full of lustful need saturated me, heightening my own and deepening the crimson hue blazing my face.

“Am I allowed kisses now?” He whispered low enough for just me to hear.

“What—“ he smiled innocently at the crack in my voice, “What about the paint?”

His eyes fell to my lips. “It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve made a mess of your pretty face.”

I’m certain my face was the same shade as the red on Will’s.

“Please, flower,” my eyes fluttered as he pulled my face closer. His breath fanned over my parted lips. “I’m dying to kiss you. It’s been hours.”

Will looked back to my eyes for a moment, his warm brown irises brimming with pure, unadulterated burning desire. Unable to will myself to speak, all I managed was a dazed nod.

The fierce, urgent kiss I expected didn’t come. Instead, Will captured my lips delicately, his kiss full of tenderness and bountiful love. A master of stealing my breath anyway he could, lightheadedness overtook me. My body felt weightless. I gripped his wrist to keep myself from floating away.

His thumb pressed lightly to my pulse. Any remaining air in my lungs escaped. My last, faint gasp of breath allowed Will to slip his tongue past my teeth. The quiet moan I let out was lost between our lips, adding fuel to a slow but steady building passion. I craved more of his practiced and perfected intimate caress. I craved his lips on my skin, following the trails he carved.

I uncrossed my legs, freeing the hand trapped between my thighs and spread them. I hoped he would take my offering, but he slid his hand away, opting to grasp handful upon handful of my thigh. I reached for his hand and guided it back to my aching core.

Will cupped my heat, then roughly clawed and dug his fingers into the soaked fabric barrier denying us both what we wanted. As he was about to slip past, a voice sliced through the world we created.

“Your destination.” The driver spoke.

Will removed his hand from my legs, but still held my neck firmly. He broke the kiss, breathing labored and breath hot on my mouth.

“Thank you,” He said, though I’m not sure if it was to me or the other person.

I’d barely noticed Will reaching over me for the door until I heard it open. My focus was fixed wholly on him and the aroused, frenzied, expression he wore.

“We have to get out, my love.” He pressed a lingering peck to my lips before he nudged me, finally breaking me free of my spell.

His arm wrapped possessively around me, holding me close to him as his hand tightly gripped my waist and hurriedly walked us to the door. He hastily fumbled for the keys, shoving them into the lock with urgency.

As we crossed the threshold, the tension around us thickened, making me hyper aware of the wetness between my thighs and the electric buzz coursing on my blood. Will let me go to lock the door once more. I swallowed thickly when he faced me, eyes heavy with lust. The red around his mouth was patchy and smeared. A little color lingered on the inner part of his bottom lip. Even with the mess, he still looked great.

Will reached for my jaw, gently pulling me back to him. His thumb mindlessly traced an unmarked path along my jaw to my bottom lip. I could almost see all the salacious and vulgar thoughts running freely behind his eyes. He dipped his head and kissed me just as soft and tenderly as he had in the car—maybe even gentler, but just as captivating and breathtaking.

I leaned in after him when he pulled away. He smiled fondly at my neediness. His hand trailed down my throat and across my shoulder. Will’s fingers brushed away the strap of my dress, continuing to trail them softly down my arm until he found my hand. He intertwined our fingers then took a step back, lightly tugging me along to the bedroom.

He led me straight to the bed, and immediately started discarding his clothes. Lost in a trance, I sat, simply watching him strip. The black paint started flaking, creating gaps and streaks where his tattoos started peaking through. Somehow, it made the look a thousand times hotter. My own thoughts began to run wild as he stepped out of his boxer briefs.

His cock sprang free, precum already making a mess of his tip. Eager to please him, I reached out, but Will softly slapped my hand away. He curled his fingers, gesturing for me to stand. He bunched the bottom of my dress and slowly lifted it up over my head, adding to the heap of clothes at his feet. He unclasped my bra with practiced ease and slipped it down my arms. I waited patiently for him to remove my absolutely drenched panties, but he didn’t.

Instead, he gently pushed me back, causing me to clumsily topple onto the bed. Will blantanfly raked his eyes over my mostly exposed body, scanning every inch of my skin and recommitting it to memory. I spread my legs wide, allowing him a nice view of the oasis waiting for him.

His restraint snapped and he pounced, his lips on mine in an instance and my hands tangled endlessly in his hair. His kiss was desperate, hungry and gluttonous, taking everything I could possibly give. This was the kiss I expected in the car—a sloppy mashing of tongues and clicking teeth.

Heavy panting filled the room. I couldn’t suck in enough air into my lungs. Will attached his mouth to my jaw then bit a harsh path down my neck.

He littered the space between my breasts with hasty kisses, leaving a trail of red paint down my skin. Each firm press of his lips and lick of his tongue on my stomach made me gasp. He left no area of my abdomen unkissed.

“Fuck, I love you so much.” His breath was searing hot, branding the words into my flesh.

“I love you too.” I breathed.

Over and over, from hip to hip, he kissed along the waistband of my panties. His heavy handed groping left behind black paint smudges on my thighs. Red smeared across my chest and everywhere on my stomach, showing me exactly where Will had been. My body and skin were a canvas waiting to be covered and painted by him.

His eyes locked on mine as he moved his mouth to the creases of my thighs. The bites he left were quick and sharp, making me hiss in pleasured pain. He nipped closer and closer to my core. I could feel the heat of his breath through the fabric. He closed his mouth entirely around my clothed cunt, tongue pressing against my confined wetness. An airy gasp escaped me.

Will slid his hands up the sides of my thighs, his touch warm and firm, and slipped them under my waistband. He pulled his mouth away briefly, only to tug at my panties with his teeth. His hands did the majority of the work removing the last piece of clothing between us, his teeth being mostly for show.

He stared intensely at the wet spot, then to my dripping pussy. Settling himself comfortably between my legs, he carelessly tossed the garment aside.

Warm breath fanned over my center. Delicate kisses were placed repeatedly to my lips, like he was trying to savor an appetizer. I arched into him, desperate for him to devour me. The buzzing under my skin and coursing through my veins was starting to make me itch. I felt crazed waiting for him.

“Will, please.” I plead.

He grabbed my thighs and spread them wide. Our eyes locked as he licked a long, slow stripe. His eyes rolled back with a deep, low rumble that penetrated my bones. I gripped a fistful of hair and grinded against him. He went easily with my movements, his tongue collecting my arousal as best he could with my erratic pathing. Try as I might to get where I need, I couldn’t.

“Baby,” Will panted, “I love when you use me, but please.”

He untangled my hand from his hair and threaded his fingers with mine.

“Let me do the work, okay? You just lay there and enjoy yourself.”

Will left his spot briefly to softly peck my lips and gave me a sweet, gentle smile. He kept hold of my hand as he returned to his second home.

“This is my favorite place to be.” He said, splitting his time by covering the sensitive skin of my inner thighs with little bites.

Another guttural groan sounded from him as he closed his mouth, encasing me entirely. He wasted no time drinking me in, lapping greedily like a parched man. His tongue teased my entrance, kitten licking straight from the source before experimentally slipping inside.

I tightened my grasp on his hand, choking out a strained gasp and writhing against his mouth. The sudden sensation of his teeth nipping my clit made me jolt. My retort caught in my throat seeing the kind eyes I loved so much clouded in something feral and dangerous, silently demanding me to stay still.

Will punctuated his warning by loudly sucking my clit. I pulled my lips between my teeth, biting down hard in an attempt to keep myself from squirming. His eyes fell shut as his tongue dipped back to my essence, his free hand splaying over my hip. The warmth of his soft touch seeped into me, kindling the calm burning fire spreading through my blood.

He trailed his fingers down, goosebumps following in their wake. The pad of his thumb glided delicately over my clit. He made no move to apply pressure, simply teased with a featherlight caress. A pleading, whiny moan escaped me. Desperately I wanted to press myself more to him, make him give me what I needed, but I fought the urge.

With heavy lids, I glanced down at him, finding him blissfully lost in passion. His movements stopped for a moment when I reached for his hair to brush it away from his brows. Creases formed in the red paint on his lids and faint smudges were left behind on his forehead from his hair. Sweat started cutting through the black paint on his arms and back, exposing even more of his tattoos. I marveled at the sight, rendering myself speechless at the sudden and overwhelming, all consuming love I had for him.

Mine. My love. My Will. My heart and my soul. Everything.

Will traded his thumb for his tongue, only becoming more relentless in his movements. The hold I had on his hand turned vice-like, my nails digging into his skin. If mine hurt from the grip, I knew his did as well.

“Will,” his name tumbled from lips in a clumsy prayer.

“Yes, flower?” He stopped long enough to respond and immediately went back to flicking his tongue against my clit.

“I—“ A long sigh interrupted my words. He flattened his tongue, firmly pressing it to the swollen bud and lightly shook his head side to side.

His approving hum sent vibrations up my spine. The slightest smirk played on his lips as I struggled to remember what I wanted to say. Something resembling a swear sounded from me. My grip on his hair and hand tightened, earning a low rumbling from Will.

Closer and closer I crept to the edge, seeking something, just a little more to push me over to ecstasy. I called his name again, not recognizing my own voice.

Will replaced his mouth with his thumb as he spoke. “What is it, baby girl?”

Words eluded me again, but only momentarily.

“I need more.”

I didn’t even try to mask the pathetic whine I made when he stopped touching me. Softly, I tugged on our intertwined hands. Will followed easily, slowly shifting to his knees to hover over me. Eyes full of love scanned every inch of my face. So much red was missing around his mouth. I wondered just how much of it was smeared across my own.

The delicate touch of his thumb on my bottom lip broke me out of my thoughts.

“Flower?” He whispered, my arousal heavy on his breath.

I raised my hips, brushing my aching and soaking pussy against his incredibly hard cock. He exhaled a shaky breath.

“I need you. Please.” I reached down and wrapped my hand around his throbbing length, gripping firmly as I pumped him agonizingly slow. “Please.”

Will let go of my hand and joined the other on his dick. He guided his tip to my clit, smearing precum as he circled it slowly then dragged along the slickness coating my folds. I whimpered in anticipation feeling him stop where I craved him most.

“Please, Will.”

“Since you asked so politely,” His lips found mine, followed by the sweetest smile known to man; my heart skipped.

We both watched as Will eased into me, connecting and becoming one with one another. Simultaneous sighs breezed past our lips. His head rested on my chest, his breathing already labored, the heat searing my flesh. I wrapped my arms around him and snaked one set of fingers into his hair while the other ran across the expanse of his back.

My pussy pulsed around his throbbing cock, causing him to groan. Will nuzzled his face in the crook of my neck while pressing our chests flush. His lips covered the sensitive skin in light kisses.

We laid there for what seemed like a lifetime, enjoying the feel and closeness of each other.

Will peeled his face away from my neck and pressed our foreheads together. He licked my bottom lip into a slow, passionate kiss. The taste of me on his tongue made me dizzy.

My moan was lost between our lips as he started thrusting just as slowly as our kiss. I felt every inch of Will, delighted by the fullness and stretch. His body was slick with sweat and so hot against mine. I tenderly raked my nails up and down his back, feeling paint gather underneath them. A shudder spread through him and he broke the kiss with a quiet gasping breath.

“Have I ever told you how much I love you?” He buried his face in my neck.

“Once or twice.” I chuckled lightly, the sound quickly transforming into a pitchy whimper when he picked up his pace and the tip of his cock brushed against my spot.

Silence fell over us, the only sounds that of our heavy intimate breathing and skin. I arched, desperately seeking more. Will slipped a hand under my knee and pushed my leg back. My pussy clenched as his cock sunk deeper inside, hitting where I needed with a steady rhythm. He sucked wet kisses along my neck, trailing them down to my collarbone, then back again.

Will hooked my leg around him then slipped his hand between our bodies. I tossed my head back, giving him more access to my neck and throat. The rough sensation of his teeth, his quick, purposeful circles on my clit, and his deep, deliberate thrusts created a euphoric blend of intense pleasure.

He crashed our lips together in a messy, desperate kiss. His hips snapped with force and finally I toppled over the edge I’d been seeking. My body trembled under his. I hugged him closer to me for stability and because I wanted to feel all of his weight crushing me. It became increasingly difficult to stay liplocked as he chased after his own release.

I spoke his name like a mantra, repeating it over and over as if I didn’t know any other word. My obscene, pleaing moans shattered his resolve and Will unleashed a grunt so low and profound in my ear, it rattled my brain. His seed spilled endlessly into me. Even after he emptied, he stayed buried, ensuring I received every last drop.

His arms slipped under my back and slowly brought my body to his. He sat back on his knees with me nestled as closely as possible. The shift in position allowed his cock to sink impossibly deeper in my pussy, making me feel fuller than ever.

“Just wanna hold you.” Will mumbled against my breast, placing a kiss right over my heart.

I threaded my fingers through his mess of hair while he ran his hands across every inch of my back, like he was afraid I would evaporate right before his eyes. I desperately wanted to shower, but it would have been cruel of me to deny Will.

How long we stayed tangled together was anyone’s guess. Numbness started to creep into my legs and I could only imagine how asleep Will’s were.

“Baby,” I spoke softly and gently pulled his head back so I could see his face.

My heart ached at the calm, blissed out admiration pouring from his eyes. I smiled sweetly and cupped his jaw.

“As much as I’d love to stay like this forever, we really need to shower.”

His silly pout pulled at my heart more.

“Do we have to?”

I pecked his lips. “Yes. I’m sweaty, sticky, and you got paint all over me.”

He smirked mischievously. “I certainly didn’t hear you complaining.”

Heat spread blazed across my face and Will laughed.

“You’re so pretty all the time, but especially when you’re flustered.”

I tried to wriggle from his grasp but he pulled me closer with a giggle. Still, I wiggled, causing us to fall back in a heap on the bed. Will kissed all over my face, making me erupt in my own fit of giggles.

Once he felt my face had sufficiently been covered in kisses, he peeled away from me, pulling me up with him. Will cupped my jaw and gave me a proper kiss.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Hand in hand, Will walked us to the bathroom. He stopped in front of the mirror and stared at our reflections. Truly, my body had been a canvas for him. Black and red streaked across my chest and stomach, all the way down to my legs. Black streaks highlighted pieces of his hair, mostly likely from the paint on my hands. We shared a glance and burst into laughter.

Fighting back lingering giggles, I rummaged through my things for makeup wipes while Will started the shower and grabbed our matching robes. Red marked everywhere around my mouth and neck, coming off easily with the wipe.

Will rejoined my side, placing a kiss on my cheek and his hands on my hips. He watched intently as I scrubbed off the mess he made on my face. I pulled two wipes and handed them to him. His paint came off less easily and left behind slightly stained skin, especially on his eyes.

His pout melted my heart. I handed him a third wipe when he asked. He managed to wipe a little more residue away, the red lines on his cheeks now not as harsh or noticeable.

Satisfied, he guided us to the waiting steam filled shower. Warmth penetrated my skin, seeping into my muscles and then bones. I sighed heavily, already feeling better. Will let me greedily soak in as much heat as I wanted before squeezing himself under the stream, eyes closed and equally enjoying the comforting warmth.

Trails of red trickled down his face, blending with black. I reached for his shampoo and squeezed some into my palms. Carefully, I stood on my tiptoes so I could lather it through his curls. His eyes shot open.

“What are you doing?”

“Washing your hair?” I replied, just as confused as him.

“You don’t ne—“

I silenced him with a kiss.

“Hush. I want to. Just lean down so it’s easier for me.”

Will stared for a beat then did as I asked. Tenderly, I massaged the shampoo through his locks, gently scratching my nails along his scalp. His entire body visibly relaxed and he quickly turned into putty. I could feel the groan he let out in my fingers.

“That feels so fucking good. You have no idea.” He grabbed my hips and gave them an affectionate squeeze.

I scrunched the suds delicately through the rest of his hair, happy to see the red lifting. Will subconsciously mimicked the movements of my fingers and hands, his own softly kneading the flesh on my hips.

“I’m gonna rinse now,” I said, reaching for the shower head, “Keep your eyes closed, okay?”

The grunt he made caused me to snicker.

Once I was certain the shampoo had thoroughly been rinsed, I meticulously applied conditioner, taking great care with my motions. His hands traveled to my waist when I began rinsing again.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I’m so fucking grateful.” Will professed unexpectedly.

My heart fluttered.

“All I’m doing is washing your hair, Will.”

He grabbed the shower head from me and blinked away the water falling into his eyes as he stood back at full height. Shining, bright happy eyes stared deeply in mine.

“You’re doing so much more than that.” Will kissed my forehead. “You’re spoiling me and I fall more in love every time I see your face.”

Stunned, my mouth hung slightly open. It’s nothing he hasn’t told me before, but his sudden proclamation rendered me speechless.

He pressed another kiss to my forehead then reached for his shampoo. I looked at him confused.

“I can’t be the only one getting spoiled, flower.”

“Yeah, but—“

Will quieted me with a kiss. “I like when you smell like me.”

His hands tenderly worked the shampoo into a nice lather. Eyes falling shut, I sighed contently as he lightly dragged his fingers across my scalp. Faint goosebumps pricked behind my ears and spread to the tops of my shoulders. More trailed down my back, following the cascade of warm water and suds.

I didn’t speak a word, allowing myself to enjoy and soak up his gentle affection. I barely noticed when he finished with my hair until the lavender and thyme scent of my body wash hit my nose. The contrast of the cool gel on my warm skin sent a shiver down to my toes. I made a move for Will’s body wash, but he stopped me.

“Noo,” He whined, “Use yours. It smells good and makes my skin super soft.”

How could I say no to that?

Comfortable silence settled over us, focusing solely on the intimate, soapy caress of hands and sponges. It was incredibly satisfying to watch the paint melt away. Heated, love filled glimpses paired with stolen featherlight kisses and coy smiles. Will spent an eternity running his hands over my breasts, down my stomach and back again. I spent mine tracing the lines of his back tattoo, admiring the intricate details and the warm softness of his skin.

I brushed my lips up his spine, relishing in the shudder that rattled his limbs. I snuck my hands around to his chest, grabbing the shower head from him and switched it to the massage setting. Slowly, my fingers wandered his pecs while I moved the pulsating water stream over his stomach. Will leaned back against me, a quiet gasp escaping him.

He gripped the hand exploring his chest as I moved the shower head lower, following the curves and dips of his v-line. I wished I could see the expression on his face.

Will stopped my wandering hand and brought it to his lips, placing a barely there kiss to my wrist, then to my palm and each of my finger tips. A purposeful and deliberate kiss was placed on the underside of my ring.

Distracted by the loving gesture, Will managed to slip the shower head from my other hand and turn us around. My back was now flush to his chest. He pressed his growing erection against my ass. Shameless he grinded, making sure I could feel him growing with every movement.

“Flower,” Will started, moving the shower head from my shoulders to my chest, “have you ever used one of these on yourself?”

He accentuated his question by slowly sliding his cock between my folds. My head fell into his shoulder as I felt the pulsing water on my nipples. A breath fluttered past my lips.

“I’m not answering that.”

He made an unbothered sound.

“Have you…” his voice trailed off and he eased his way inside me, “thought of me while using one?”

I decided not to answer that either, but he received a response from my pussy clenching anyhow.

“So bold in France,” Will ghosted his lips along my ear. “Begging me to fuck you in public because you couldn’t wait. Nearly making me finger you in the backseat of a cab—“

“You started the car incident.” I reminded him.

“Did I?” I felt his lips curve. “But still, now you’re all shy and can’t even tell me you think of me when you’re fucking yourself.”

His movements with the shower head were deliberate and agonizingly slow down my stomach, much like I’d done to him earlier. I writhed, feeling my sanity crack with him buried and stilled inside my cunt.

“Can you be bold for me again?” He nipped behind my ear then soothed the bite with a kiss. “I like when you're bold. It’s so hot and makes me so hard.”

Will held the shower head to my clit. My body jerked in response, my hand instantly flying to Will’s hair. He groaned loudly as I clawed at the wet locks, unable to control the intense pleasure rippling through my blood. Will started thrusting his hips and I moaned lowly, finding myself momentarily speechless.

“You feel so good, flower.” He panted, his thrusts long and deep.

I hummed.

“Mm, so do you, papi.”

The word fell from my mouth before I could stop it, though it didn’t seem like he hated it with the way his cock throbbed—and he asked for boldness.

“What was that, love?” His tone changed to something deviant, voice dark and full of rasp and gravel.

My skin felt like it was on fire. “I said: so do you, papi.”

He groaned and snaked his free arm between my breasts.

“Careful with that,” Will nipped the skin behind my ear, sending a shiver through my body, “unless you want me to make you mami.”

Will's shift in demeanor paired with the steam filing the shower made me dizzy. A knot quickly formed in my gut as my pussy throbbed in response. He snapped his hips harshly, muttering a swear under his breath. His free hand gripped my jaw and forced my head back. Teeth scraped the side of my neck.

“I’m gonna fill this pussy.” His voice was low and brimming with lust. “Who’s pussy is this?”

“Yours.” I breathed.

Will dug his nails into my jaw.

“Try again, flower.” He growled, biting my neck.

“It’s yours.”

“Try. Again.”

His thrusts grew in power, pounding into me with desperate urgency. The grip he had on the shower head at my clit wavered. He moved the stream of water around the swollen bud and my body jerked in response.

“It’s yours, it’s yours, it’s yours, it’s yours papi. It’s all yours.” I babbled, completely lost to overwhelming pleasure.

I couldn’t stop my incoherent, high pitched nonsense if I tried. My mind went blank. Will’s heavy breaths scorched my skin and I felt lightheaded. Every muscle in my body tensed. I reached for his hand on my jaw and slotted my fingers between his. My eyes rolled back.

A loud, gasping breath burst through my lungs, transforming into obscene, inhuman moans as the knot in my gut unraveled. I’d never cum so intensely and hard in my life. lt tore through my body. All I could do was spasm and convulse. Will pressed the shower head directly on my overstimulated and swollen clit and I choked back a shrill shriek.

“Holy fuck.” His grip on my jaw tightened.

My erotic cries bounced off the shower walls as Will’s thrusts became even more powerful and hard, each one knocking the air out of my lungs. I couldn’t breathe. Every nerve under my skin buzzed and tingled. Another climax barreled through me and forced the rest of the air in my lungs out with a feral cry. Tears trickled out of my eyes. I was overwhelmed with ecstasy.

Will’s rhythm staggered. His cock twitched and he unloaded with a pathetic whimper. He dropped the shower head and it crashed against the tiled wall. I sucked in a big gulp of air. His arm wrapped tightly around my waist, holding me close as he filled me, shooting his semen deep. My walls pulsed, eagerly accepting everything he could give.

His lips softly brushed the top of my shoulder. Will released my jaw and wrapped his arm over my chest, embracing and pulling me even closer. I laced our fingers together. He tried to pull out, but I stopped him, enjoying the closeness of our bodies— and to be sure I received every last drop of his seed.

“Not yet,” I pouted, my voice barely loud enough above the sound of the still running water.

Will chuckled lightly, pressing a kiss to my neck and squeezing me tighter. My eyes fluttered shut, wholly satisfied and completely blissed out.

“You know, I’ve been thinking a lot,” Will said, softly trailing his fingers up and down my belly. “I think I would rather take your name when we get married.”

I craned my neck so I could look at him. His eyes were full of love and admiration.

“Are you sure?”

He nodded and pecked my cheek. “You mean more to me than whatever ‘brand’ my name is.”

We stayed locked together long after the water ran cold. It was uncomfortable when Will eventually pulled out. I immediately missed the stretch and fullness of him.

“Also,” he said, spinning me around so we were face to face, “we’re absolutely changing the shower head when we get back home.”

Will settled his hands on my hips then dipped his head, capturing my lips in a soft kiss. I snaked my arms around his neck and pulled him closer. He squeezed my hips, grabbing handfuls of me until he reached my waist. A small sigh escaped me, allowing Will to slip his tongue between my teeth and immediately falling into their all too familiar dance.

Lost in sensation, I didn’t even notice him walking us back until my back pressed against the cool tile. Goosebumps pricked my skin. Will fumbled a hand around for the shower knobs and turned the shower off. The only sound that filled the bathroom now was dripping water and our heavy breathing.

I moved my arms from his neck and wrapped them around his back. I ran my hands across his damp skin, gently scratching my nails along his spine. Will inhaled a shaky breath and tried to suppress his shudder. He broke the kiss and nuzzled his face into my neck, the subtle touch of his lips and breath warming my skin.

Will slipped his arms behind me and embraced me tighter. I trailed my fingers to his nape, delicately running my nails along the grown out hair on his neck. He melted under my touch. I chuckled lightly at his content groan.

“I love when you do that.” He mumbled while pressing a kiss to my shoulder.

His hands wandered down to my ass, kneading the supple flesh without rhyme or reason. Teeth and lips gently dragged across my collar bone. I arched into him. He hummed, pressing my hips to him. A hand glided over my hip and palmed my throbbing pussy.

Instinctively, I shuffled, spreading my legs for him. I felt him smirked as he nipped a path lower down my chest. Will slipped his fingers between my folds, giving me a sharp bite when he felt the wetness. He softly pinched my swollen clit with his knuckles and rolled the bud between the joints, causing me to gasp.

“Do you think you could give me one more, flower?” Will sprinkled kisses in the valley of my breasts, then trailed them down and across my stomach, sinking to his knees.

He removed his hand from my center and ran his palms up my thighs, thumbs stroking the crease of my thighs. I don’t know if I had enough energy or strength for another round. My limbs felt like jelly and I was barely standing as is. I swear I felt my heartbeat in my clit.

Will made no other moves, simply waiting patiently, his warm brown eyes shining brightly. The way he gazed so heartfelt and lovingly made my head spin. Every cell in my body surged.

“I can try.” I cupped his face. He kissed my palm then grabbed my hand and kissed my ring.

“If it’s too much,” he said, placing my hand on top of his head, my fingers instantly threading in his curls, “pull really hard. Don’t worry about it hurting.”

I gave his scalp an affectionate scratch that swiftly transformed into a tight tug when he sucked my clit in his mouth. His muffled grunt rippled through me. He pressed his tongue firmly against me and I choked a gasp. I could feel my legs start to quiver.

Glancing down, I watched Will, eyes closed and lost in his own world of pleasure. He didn’t need to tell me how much he loved being buried between my thighs. He always did a wonderful job of showing me, making sure I felt every ounce of love he had. If he could make a sustainable meal out of me, he absolutely would.

I bit my lip, a small smile creeping on my lips as my favorite set of brown eyes looked up at me, so full of adoration and utter happiness. My heart swooned. Will flexed his grip on my thighs and I pushed more into his face, humming approvingly. His tongue moved from my clit to my entrance, teasing with little licks. The subtle way his eyes rolled back nearly sent me over the edge.

A low groan rumbled in my chest as he continued prodding and poking, dipping his tongue more and more to collect more of my essence. Tremors began rattling my bones. Will latched into my clit once more and meticulously flicked the overly sensitive and swollen bud. Deep, guttural, almost inhuman sounding moans escaped me.

Head thudding against the wall, my hips bucked and I involuntarily yanked his hair hard enough for him to back off. I saw a thin thread of saliva and arousal connecting us drop on his chin and whined.

Lovedrunk but concerned eyes stared back at me.

“Are you okay? Do I need to stop?”

“No, I just,” I shook my head and inhaled a heavy breath. “Give me a second.”

“You don’t need to keep going on my behalf, flower.” Will reasoned. “Don’t push yourself. You’ve given me plenty.”

He placed a reassuring kiss on my thigh then ran his hands up and down them. A frown formed on his mouth when he noticed my shaking body and heaving chest.

“Baby…”

Will stood and immediately wrapped his arms around me, cradling my trembling figure as close as he could. He pressed his fingers into my shoulders and back, rubbing the tension and spasming muscles until I relaxed.

“Let’s get you ready for bed, yeah?” His voice was soft in my ear, like he was worried he’d shatter me if he spoke any louder.

He cupped my cheek and gently bumped his forehead to mine. I gave him a small nod and managed to croak out a verbal agreement. Soft and sweet, he pecked my lips, leaving a trace of my arousal behind.

Warm hands rested on my hips and guided me carefully out of the shower. Will helped me into my soft, plush bathroom before slipping on his matching one. He returned his hands to my hips and slowly walked towards the vanity. It was then I realized how absolutely overwhelmed and weak I’d become. I nearly toppled over my own two feet. Will was quick to catch me, arms instantly sliding around my front to steady me. If not for his comforting and supportive presence, I would have faceplanted.

When we finally made it to the vanity space, Will helped me up on the counter so I could watch while he messed with his hair. He found it cute and endearing how much I liked to watch him care for his curls. I leaned against the wall, transfixed on him and his focus.

Sometimes I still couldn’t believe he was actually mine, that I get to wake up next to him everyday for the rest of our lives. I get to run my hands through those immaculately wild curls and kiss those soft, cute, pretty pink lips anytime I wanted. I could trace every detail of his tattoos with my fingers and tongue and be the reason he prayed to God.

Will was eternally and forever mine.

“Something on your mind, love?” Will raised his brows curiously.

I gave him a closed lip smile. “Just thinking about how much I love my fiancé and how pretty he is.”

He blinked then lightly chuckled, busying himself again with his hair.

“I haven’t even proposed yet.”

In a dramatic flourish, I held out my hand and wiggled my fingers.

“You practically did, babe.”

Will reached for my outstretched hand and delicately ran the pad of his thumb over my promise ring. He stared at it intently, momentarily lost in his own thoughts, then leaned down, pressing a long, meaningful kiss to the jewelry.

“I’m still giving you a proper proposal when we’re back home.”

His declaration along with his intense gaze warmed my skin.

I certainly wasn’t going to argue with him. While I was perfectly content and happy with the grandiose gesture in Paris, Will never stopped talking about wanting to do it again, but “do it right.” I would’ve married him the very next day after we got together if he asked.

“My answer is still yes.” I replied with a smile.

He kissed each of my knuckles and gave the ring one final touch before lacing his fingers with mine.

“Want me to do your hair?”

I nodded. Will pulled out the vanity stool and gestured dramatically. Giggling, I accepted his help and hopped off the counter. His hands landed on my shoulders as I sat. He kissed the top of my head then reached for my comb and hair dryer. Carefully, he brushed through my damp hair. I watched him through the mirror for a brief moment. My eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of the warm air.

Not a word was spoken while he tenderly cared for me, making me feel incredibly appreciated and deeply loved. Will softly threaded his fingers through my freshly dried hair, splaying them across the back of my skull. My head dropped forward and I let out a content groan as he started massaging my scalp and neck.

My voice broke through the comfortable silence. “If you ever decide to stop doing music, I think you’d have a promising future as a masseur.”

Will huffed a light laugh and glanced at me through the mirror, a small smile on his face. I smiled back. He shifted his focus to my hair again, stealing glimpses every so often. My smile never faltered.

I watched him struggle to get the braid he was working on just right. Will restarted three times before he was happy.

“It’s not the greatest,” he said, securing the braid with his hair tie, “but it’s fine for bed I guess.”

I tilted my head back. “You have all the time in the world to practice.”

Will stared for a beat, then leaned down and softly kissed me. His hand delicately touched the side of my neck. Slowly, he slid it to my throat. Warmth and goosebumps followed his path, spreading like wildfire across my skin. He tenderly pressed his fingers to my pulse. My shaky gasp allowed him to slip his tongue between my lips and deepen the kiss, the taste of me now lingering subtly in his mouth.

Absorbed entirely in each other, an eternity seemed to pass before either of us dared to break apart.

“I love you.” His kiss swollen lips brushed against mine.

“I love you too.”

“Not as much as I love you, flower.” Will pressed our lips together again.

That was an argument I let him every time—even if I knew I loved him more.

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Wanna Bet? 1/2 (Johnny Storm x model!reader)

Summary: You were a midsized model in New York City and Johnny has taken a liking to you. But you thought it was a sick fetish he had and Johnny was more than happy to prove him otherwise.

Notes: GIF is not mine, all mistakes are my own, mature themes (grinding, allusions to sex), MINORS DNI, reader is black

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You half listened to your girls gossiping about who they took home the other night as the group of you walked out of the photographer’s studio.

You look to where Johnny is normally parked as he waited for your photoshoot was over.

Your gaze fell to Johnny leaning against his crimson red Corvette, pushing his shades up the bridge of his nose. His black leather jacket hugged his frame nicely.

He smiled at you but you could tell something was wrong.

You left the girls to talk among themselves, tightening your grip on your bag when you neared Johnny.

“What happened to going out to lunch, Y/N?” One of them calls after you. “Raincheck,” you said over your shoulder. “That’s what she said last time,” she said under her breath.

��He’s going to break her heart,” her sister said in disbelief. “I know. But she’s just going to have to find out for herself,”

Your eye brows knit together when you noticed blue and purple streaks peeking out from behind his shades.

“Hey sweetheart,” he greets and you hum in response, crossing your arms. You reached for his shades and he let you take them off, wincing when the side grazes against the sensitive skin.

“What the hell happened to your face, Johnny?”

“Awe, you worried about me? I knew you cared.” He teases, but you weren’t laughing. His left eyelid was starting to bruise but it wasn’t to the point of swelling. Not yet anyway.

“Tell me what happened,” you prod. He sighs, gently taking the glasses from your hands and clipped them on his shirt.

There were some guys talking about you at the bar. And I didn’t like what they had to say, alright?”

“Well, what did they say?” He kicks off the curb and opened the passenger’s side door. “Come one. Let me take you home.” “I can’t. My driver is waiting for me.”

“I told the driver to take the day off. He happily agreed.” He says in amusement. “Johnny,” you scold.

He cocks his head to the open door and you signed in defeat, stepping around his large frame to slide into his car.

“Are you going to tell me what they said?” You asked when he piles into driver seat and cuts a guy off when he merges into the highway from the parking lane.

“It doesn’t matter what they said,” “It matters if you fought them over it,”

“They said commented about my weight, didn’t they? Do people not get that modeling agencies purposely hired midsized women and plus sized women. It’s not like we were shooed in or something. We have to earn that shit,” you add, looking out of the window.

“It was something like that, yeah.” Pulling your eyes from the window, you looked at his bruising cheek.

He held your gaze for a moment before returning his attention back to the road. He clenches his jawline as he concentrates on crossing over to the left lane to make a turn.

You stare at his plump lips for a moment. There were countless times you’d envision what kissing him would feel like.

Had he not been Johnny Storm, things would have been entirely different.

“And why would you do that? You realize that if word gets out that you defended me, people will start to-“ “I stopped care what people think a long time ago, Y/N.”

“So you don’t care if the media spins that we’re a couple?” “The media can think what they think,” he says with a shrug.

“Are you okay?” “Emotionally? I’ve had better days.” “You’re insufferable, Johnny.” You said with an eye roll and he chuckles.

“Well if you didn’t make pissing you off so entertaining. I’d stop doing it.”

“No you wouldn’t,” “You’re right. I wouldn’t.” You shook your head but couldn’t help the smile on your face.

He parks in front of your apartment, turning to find you already staring at him. Your eyes concentrate on his bruised kissed cheek.

“I know that look and don’t do that to yourself.” He states.

“I know I can be a bitch. But I never meant for you to get hurt, Johnny.” “I know you didn’t, sweetheart.”

His hand twitched in his lap as he practiced restraint from reaching to touch your face.

“You wanna come inside for a bit?” You offered, his lips parted in surprise. “You sure? You know, I respect your decision not to let me inside.” He negotiates.

“Johnny, we’re adults. I’m sure we can go inside my apartment and have a talk without it leading to sex.”

His cock twitched in his pants at you saying the word sex. God, he was much far gone than he cares to admit.

“You’re right.” He agrees. You opened the door and stepped out on the sidewalk.

Closing the car door, you took your keys out of your bag. Johnny waits behind you close enough to smell your perfume.

Tapping your keycard against the keypad, the two of you walked into the house you were renting.

“Wow,” Johnny says to himself, mesmerized by the high ceilings and crystal chandeliers. He had hoped your massive couch was as comfortable as it looked.

You clicked on the lights to the dining room and the kitchen on the way to your bedroom.

“Let’s order something. Maybe Chinese?” You suggest, setting your bag on the bed.

Johnny whistles before adding, “So this is what modeling will get you, huh?” “I’m glad you like it,” you respond, taking off your earrings and taking off your earrings.

He follows your voice to your bedroom, he nearly groans at the sight of the King bed in the center of the room.

“And they say you can’t make an honest living off of modeling,” he says, leaning against the doorframe.

“Who says that?” You quirked a brow in anticipation. “Bunch of idiots, that’s who.” He says, making the two of you laugh.

He smiles at you when you meet his gaze. You stood a few inches from him. “So, Chinese?” “Chinese works for me.”

“Great let me get my..” you turn to reach for your phone but Johnny catches your hand.

“I know this is wrong, but why does it feel so-” he starts until you interrupt him. “Don’t do that. Don’t make it about feelings or attachment. You just want to fuck me.”

“I don’t just want to fuck you,” he argues. “Oh really? Should I ask the laundry list of women that you’ve slept with in my model agency alone?” You retort, tearing your hand away from him.

“I’m not an idiot, Johnny. I know what this is about.” “If I didn’t care about you, do you think I would speak up for you?”

“I didn’t ask you to do that,” “That’s the point. I wanted to do that.” He closes the gap between you.

“I refuse to be just another notch on your belt. There’s countless women who want you, Johnny.” “I don’t want them. I want you.”

“Like hell you do. I know your track record. You like petite women. Women you can easily pick up and do cute little beach scenes with. I am anything but, and I’m okay with that.”

“So that’s what this is about. You think I’m not attracted to you because you’re curvy?” “No, I know you’re not attracted to me because I’m midsized,”

He stares at you with a blank expression and you narrowed your eyes at him to challenge what you had said.

He takes off his jacket and tossed it on the chair at your desk.

You said his name when he takes a step towards you. Before you could do anything else, he lifts you into his arms without so much of a grunt.

He wraps your legs around his abdomen and looked up at you with an amused smile. You had to hold back a groan threatening to leave your lips when your body pressed against his rock hard chest.

“Is this what you were worried about? Here, let me do you one better.” He slides his hands under your thighs and lifts you higher up his abdomen.

“Johnny,” you said fearfully, squeezing his shoulders. “Relax, sweetheart. I got you.” He said, breathlessly.

With that, he lifts your legs over his shoulders and buries his face against your cunt. You gasped when the tip of his nose nudged your clit.

Warmth spread through your body, your cunt throbbing with arousal. The vibrations of his groans against your core caused a breathlessly moan to leave your lips.

He casually walks towards your bed until his legs touched the base of the bed. Bending at the waist, he gingerly removed his face from you and set you down on your bed.

His tongue darts across his lips as he met your gaze.

You stared at one another in silence, his pink lips parted to let out a few a deep breaths.

“Sorry if I overstepped,” he tells you, grabbing his jacket and leaving the room.

As if your legs had a mind of their own, you rushed after him. “Johnny wait,” to your surprise, he was waiting in the hallway just before he reached the stairs.

You nearly run into his back, wrapping your arms around his body so he didn’t fall down the stairs.

He turns around in your arms and you quickly let go to take a few steps back.

He closes the gap between you and reached for your face but you press your hands to his chest to stop him.

“I have some conditions.” Your voice grew shaky the longer you held his seducing gaze. He needed you and you could feel it.

“I’m fine with this being a one time thing.” You start. “It won’t be a one time thing,” he says, walking you back into the bedroom.

“And I’m also fine with having no strings attached,”

Once the back of your knees hits the bed, you laid down with your arms holding you up. He tosses the jacket on the floor and kicked off his shoes.

You almost felt ashamed from how fast you spread your legs when he climbed over you.

Almost.

Your back arched when his painfully hard cock presses against your clit, putting more and more pressure every second.

He watches your squirm underneath him, begging for more friction.

“Oh there’ll definitely be strings attached,” he mutters, taking your bottom lip between his teeth.

#black!reader #midsized!reader #johnny storm x reader #johnny storm x black!reader #chris evans

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whumped-by-glitter · 24 days

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Day 5: Scream / Captivity / “NO!” Bonus Alt Prompt: Mouth Stitched shut

⚠️ CW: Needles, Piercings, Non-Con Body Mods, Creepy/Intimate Whumper, Nudity (non sexual), Drugging, Mild-Moderate Gore/Horror, Mouth Whump.

Day 4 Here < > Day 6 Here

This is an especially TW heavy entry, feel free to skip it, I will provide a summary of the plot important parts next time we catch up with Whumpee! some of these themes even squick me out!

Story Under The Cut

Days had passed since the horrific photoshoot. Whumper was true to their word and had provided them with a little food and copious amount of water, as much as they wanted after the session.

Whumpee sat ruminating, sitting against the wall they were once again chained to. A dim spotlight above them was their only source of light. They shifted uncomfortably, trying not put pressure on any of the still healing cuts and bruises that decorated their skin.

They winced at the word ‘decorated’, now they were sounding like Whumper apparently. They had no other word for it though, Whumper had carved an intentional pattern of shallow stabs and deep slashes across their entire body, front, back sides everywhere.

They plunked their head lightly against the wall, the sound echoing through the torture chamber hidden in the darkness ahead of them.

Their stomach rumbled loudly; they had not been fed again since that day. Whumper said it was to ‘keep them pretty for the masterpiece.’ Whumpee shivered at the thought, the person who held them captive was deranged. They desperately hoped the team would find them before it was too late. Their wounds weren’t healing right, likely due to the stress and lack of food. Many weren’t scabbing over and were oozing a clear watery liquid. If Whumper didn’t do something to kill them first, infection was likely to finish the job, they thought in despair.

All at once there was an echoing thunk-click and the room flooded with harsh light, blinding whumpee.

Whumpee knew this meant Whumper had finished the planning for their ‘masterpiece’. Whumpee cowered as best as they could in the chains, trying to make themselves small, trying to protect themselves from the inevitable pain that they knew was coming.

A knot formed in Whumpee’s stomach when they saw a bag of supplies. The knot grew tighter and tighter as Whumpee watched Whumper unpack the bag. NEEDLES! SO MANY NEEDLES!!! Whumpee started to hyperventilate. They were terrified of needles and there was a table full of the me being unpacked.

“NO! NO! NONONONONO!” whumpee wailed, visibly trembling. Fear was threatening to drown them.

“Oh, come now, sweetheart, we haven’t even started yet,” Whumper chuckled. He finished setting up some paints and strode over to their prisoner. Whumper stroked Whumpee’s face, running his thumb under Whumpee’s eye, across their cheekbone. “before any of that, you need some color,” Whumper said softly, almost lovingly, a tone that made Whumpee feel physically sick.

Whumper proceeded to unchain Whumpee from the wall, not even bothering to handcuff them, they were too weak to fight in any meaningful way. He led them to a St. Andrew’s cross in the corner. Once Whumpee’s hands and feet were secured, they could hear Whumper skipping across the room for a moment before, skipping back to them, humming.

Whumpee craned their neck but before they could look…

Crack!

The noise split their ears seconds before their brain registered the searing pain. Whumpee cried, jerking in their bonds.

More and more lashes came.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

The noise, the fear from the needles, the pain, it all got too much for Whumpee. They soon passed out.

When Whumpee came too, they felt a strange coolness being smeared on their back. It wasn’t unpleasant at first. It soon started to register that It was burning in the fresh whip wounds. Then the smell hit them, paint.

Whumpee tried to weakly struggle, to no avail.

“shhh, shhh,” Whumper crooned, “I’m almost done laying the background, blue looks gorgeous on you sweetheart.” Whumper wiped the access paint off, leaving the pigment just in the wounds, “now baby, its time for the real art.”

Whumpee started to feel panic welling up as they thought of the needles. Their breath quickened as they heard the table be drug closer to the cross. When Whumper unwrapped a needle and brought it to their back, Whumpee lost it.

Everything went black, their body burned, the burning soon became a feeling of being enveloped by white and it traveled up their body, centering at their throat. Whumpee gave a scream, an unnatural scream that shook the room.

Whumper crumpled in pain for a moment, trying to shake the ringing from his ears.

It took what felt like a lifetime to Whumpee for time to move again. ‘what had just happened?’

“My information said you didn’t have any powers!” Whumper growled angerly, storming to the table, grabbing a syringe. “No matter, you won’t be doing that again.” Before Whumpee could react, they felt a stab in their neck and a cool liquid flow into them. It only took a few minutes before they basically collapsed in the restraints.

To Whumpee’s horror, they realized they couldn’t move, at all, they couldn’t talk, they couldn’t even move their head. They started to completely lose their mind; fear coursed through them like a tidal wave. Every cell of their lizard brain was telling them to run, urging them to run, but they couldn’t move. Their tear ducts worked and that’s about it. They wanted to scream again but couldn’t. for the first time in their life Whumpee felt true Terror.

Whumpee felt themselves be detached from the cross and lifted. They were laid across the bench, the same one Whumper had drawn on them with a knife with. Whumpee would have winced if they could, the leather material touching their freshly wounded back stung.

“Now let’s fix that mouth of yours before the drugs wear off,” Wumper almost gleemed. “I wasn’t planning on this, but now the thought is there, this is going to add so much extra dimension!” Whumper was positively giddy. He disappeared for a moment but soon returned, standing over them.

Whumpee expected a gag, or tape, or….. they didn’t exactly know what they expected, but nothing could compare to the horror of what they saw…..

WHUMPER WAS STANDING OVER THEM WITH A NEEDLE AND FUCKING THREAD!!!!

“hold still,” Whumper gave a deranged smile.

The tears flowed freely from Whumpee’s eyes, as they tried to mentally brace them self for what was coming. They could do nothing but watch as Whumper threaded the thick purple thread onto the needle, inches from their face.

Whumper pinched Whumpee’s lips together and in one smooth motion pierced through both their top and bottom lip. Whumpee’s mind was screaming in terror, this couldn’t be happening, this couldn’t be real. Maybe this was just one of those sleep paralysis episodes they read about. they tried desperately to think about something else, of Caretaker. Trying to picture every detail of their face, of leader, of everyone.

Pain continued to prick across their lips, the thread burning as it was pulled through. The pulling sensation was causing waves of nausea and despair to wash over them.

They again tried to distract them self. ‘what was youngest doing right now?’ They wondered to them self. It was no use though; the fear gripped their chest hard. Darkness edged their vision then, mercifully took over.

When Whumpee came to again they were on their stomach, they were immediately hit by sharp piercing pains. ‘the needles’ they realized in horror. They felt the skin on their shoulder blades be pinched then pierced through, again and again. Each time it pulled and agitated their lashes. They tried to move but still couldn’t.

“Almost done, my beautiful fallen angel,” Whumper sung. This lunatic was singing!

Whumpee felt more and more needles go into their shoulder blades, being pressed under the skin and out the other side. They started crying again, their lips were throbbing, their back was burning, stinging, and throbbing. ‘this can’t be real.’ They thought weakly, as the prolonged panic was beginning to shift to mental and physical exhaustion.

Whumpee felt themselves be lifted once again. This time they were being carried up the stairs, to their surprise and dread. What was going to happen to them now?

On the way up Whumpee’s head lulled and they were horrified to see rough, distressed feathers sticking out of their back like wings. They began shedding fresh tears anew. They were terrified the team would never find them and that they would just die here with Whumper.

Whumper carried Whumpee through what appeared to be a twisted art museum. He brough them to a huge glass case in the middle of the room. There were cables with hooks hanging from the ceiling, ‘sharp hooks’ Whumpee observed fearfully.

Whumper stripped them of the rest of their clothes then placed their limp, still paralyzed body on the floor in the center of the glass chamber. Whumpee looked on in helpless horror as Whumper lowered the hooks with a button.

The panic whumpee felt as the first hook pierced through the upper right part of their skin was indescribable. The pain was horrible but the fear, the horror, being unable to do anything but watch, that was so much worse.

A second matching hook went in and out of their skin. They could feel blood trickle across their bare skin. Then whumper got another deranged grin.

“we should get the difficult ones; the succinylcholine will be wearing off soon doll.” Whumper was still humming that sickening tune.

He brought two hooks to his face and put the first one through the skin on their cheek bone, just inches below their eye. Whumpee’s fight or flight instincts once again started to uselessly kick in, serving only to heighten their terror. They could hear the gross sound of the skin being pierced.

“so gorgeous,” Whumper whispered softly, stroking Whumpee’s hair before placing the next hook in the same place on the other side of their face.

This processed over and over again, two through their chest, two more on either side of their lower stomach. The final 2 went through the skin just above their knees.

If Whumpee had had anything in their stomach they would have vomited.

“Now the final touch!” Whumper exclaimed exuberantly.

Again, terror flew through Whumpee as Whumper pressed a button and they felt themselves lifted by the hooks.

Again, merciful darkness overtook Whumpee, it was all too much.

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heartcereql · 1 year

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born to die

neteyam sully x fem!omaticaya!reader

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒- in which, you make it out alive from the attack to the sky people’s base, but a part of you is gone, forever. ࿐࿔*:･ﾟ Choose your last words, this is the last time / 'Cause you and I, we were born to die࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

𝐂𝐖- ATWOW SPOILERS !! , angst, mentions of death, blood, italics are past memories, pre-mating relationship, english is not my first language,

A/N- LANA’S NEW PHOTOSHOOT HELLOOOOO!! this had me in tears bskdhdfr if you have any requests w any song feel free to submit! <33

you didn’t cry at first. you couldn’t. you thought this was some joke- a sick one. despite tsireya’s efforts to keep you away from his body, you had to see him. you needed to see him. your neteyam. because he wasn’t gone, right? he couldn’t be.

why him, of all souls? why him?

you begged for your feet not to fail you as you ran on the rocks that surfaced towards where the metkayina girl had avoided leading you. you asked for your feet to take you to the finish line. yet your heart was breaking with every step you took. hoping that he would be waiting, that he would continue to be yours.

walking through the smoke, tears started to blurry your vision. every time you tried to deny it, it became more and more real.

*:･ sky people were at it again. and of course toruk makto’s eldests had to be there once again. as your hands carelessly prepared bandages for the hurt, you heart tightened at the though of neteyam out there. was he hurt? was he okay? had he been taken down? had he-

your thoughts were interrupted when you saw the sullys’ ikrans. you left everything to come to their encounter. jake was telling off neteyam and lo’ak. neteyam. he was okay. or so you thought until you saw kiri’s worried expression as she aided him to get to mo’at.

“hey! kiri, stop!” you shouted, jogging towards them. your eyes were immediatly roaming his body, in search of whatever injury was causing him the slightest pain. said eyes widened when you saw a trail of blood.

“neteyam!” you gasped, barely audible.

your fingertips were caressing the scratched area, worry washing your features, when his hands made their way to your jaw, gently lifting your gaze to meet his.

“ ‘m okay, i promise” he smiled.

for eywa, how you loved this man. you pressed your forehead together, kiri long forgotten a she made a disgusted expression, leaving to find her grandmother.

“don’t make me sad, don’t make me cry over nothing, neteyam sully” you whispered, while your beloved brought you closer to him *:･

oh how you wished love would be enough now, when the road got though. you just wanted him to make you laugh once again. life was long, but, with him, you carried on, trying to have fun in the meantime.

as you started to acknowledge it, every inch of you started to ache, every inch of you that wouldn’t be caressed by him again.

stumbling in your unsteady stride, you finally spotted a group of people. your heart fell to the floor. it could’ve stopped beating, it wouldn’t make any difference to you.

tears flowing now uninterrupted. your hands were shaking as you tried to control your breath, exhaling softly as you finally reached the family.

*:･ he had taken advantage of jake and neytiri’s night out to take you out. walking together, hand in hand, you diverted your gaze towards the glowing wildlife of the forest.

neteyam, however, couldn’t take his eyes off of you. the way some freckles shone, matching the night, made you look even more majestic. eyes wide, taking in the beauty of nature, reflecting the sparkly night, made you look different than how neteyam had always seen you, yet he loved it as much.

he was so absorbed in admiring you he didn’t even notice the drops falling until you tugged at his arm.

“ ‘teyam, it’s raining!” you laughed, dragging him under a big leaf.

“you look so pretty, yawne” he whispered, tucking a few strands of hair away from your face.

“ma neteyam” you spoke in an equally soft voice.

your hands went to cup his cheeks, the tips of your fingers brushing his braids slightly. your senses were focused on neteyam and neteyam only, so much that you didn’t notice the rain pouring harder and harder, making weight on the leaf that you were using as an umbrella. this resulted in a stream of water landing on the crown of your neck and sliding down your spine.

you gasped loudly, your body shivering against the cold liquid. neteyam was quick to laugh.

“stop laughing, skxawng!” you exclaimed, gently shoving his arm.

he took your hand again, intertwinning his fingers with yours. he hadn’t stopped laughing, and, before you could get ahold of yourself, you were laughing with him.

he dragged you out of the leaf and into the rain, making you laugh even more. he brought you close to him again. looking deep into your eyes he pressed a delicate kiss to your forehead.

“let’s go!”

he suddenly started dragging you throught he forest once again, but this time you two were laughing, enjoying the rain, the sky, each other. *:･

you grew up confused, lost, you tried to take what you could, scared that you wouldn’t find all the answers. but you were found. and yet, it was being taken away from you now.

muffled sniffs and agony grumbles could be heard from the distance you kept. seeing neytiri rock a body, his body, absolutely shattered your soul. as painful as it was, you felt like you had to get there.

the pointy rocks stung your bare feet as you sped towards the family. you remembered when he told you he was going away with his family. how you cried, endlessly. and how you were determined to go after them. and so you did. look where it got you.

if only your ikran hadn’t been injured during your flight along the metkayinas’s ride. if only you had been able to get there on time.

tuk was the first one to notice your presence, since she wasn’t able to keep her eyes on the devastating scene. she immediatly ran to you. the two of you had gotten close, back in the forest. you loved taking her to your favorite spots deep in the woods, or going for a flight together.

“y/n!” she screamed, strangled by tears.

you ran to her encounter as well, tears stinging in your eyes as well. you knelt down and hugged her tightly as she launched into your arms. shoothing a hand over her head, you buried your face in her shoulder. you wouldn’t be able to see lo’ak’s face, nor anyone’s for the matter.

tuk’s rapid heartbeat was aching you. you wanted to stay like this forever, in the comfort of a child as sweet as tuk, forgetting everything else. but you knew you couldn’t.

you lifted your head from tuk’s shoulder, only to meet their broken eyes. but your gaze quickly shot down to his body. and there he was. limbs rigid, eyes still open, since nobody could find the strength to close them. neytiri, who was all tears, was rocking his body. jake was holding lo’ak and spider, engulfing them into a hug, each boy standing at different sides.

letting go of tuk, you started to move to neytiri. to neteyam. getting close enough to see his expressionless face, his wound, his numb body, was enough to make you crumble.

you dropped to the floor, like your limbs were no longer at your command. your whole body was shaking, you eyes were exhaling every tear left on your body.

neteyam was loved. by his family, by his clan, by the metkayinas, by you. yet love didn’t seem to be enough when the road got tough.

*:･“you cannot be serious” you said “you’re leaving!”

“y/n, it was not my choice. my father chose to protect us by taking off to another place”

you were beyond upset. not with neteyam though. but who was going to care for him like you did? and who was going to care for you like he did?

“i understand. i try to” you whispered, looking now at your feet.

he was on the point of leaving. his things were packed and his ikran was ready. his arms sneaked around your waist.

“i see you, y/n” he said.

the tears that threatened to spill were now held back. of course you saw him too, more than that, but this was the first time he told you.

“i see you” you were quick to say back, the brightest smile adorning your face.

his tail was tracing patterns down your legs, making your stomach, and every other part of you, erupt in butterflies.

“i will be back, i promise” he spoke.

“i know you will” you responded.

as you watched him take off, you had made a decision. you were going after them. *:･

unconsciously, your hand was now over his cold one. remembering all the moments they were laced together. reality hit you as you came back to your senses.

his hands wouldn’t caress you again. his eyes wouldn’t see you no more. his lips wouldn’t twist into the beautiful smile you’d grown to adore. his mouth wouldn’t speak tender words to you again. his laugh wouldn’t spread to yours ever again.

your tears were staining your vision. slender fingers dazed over his face.

*:･“you are insane” neteyam scolded you. don’t get him wrong, he was beyond happy to see you, but you could’ve gotten caught, you could’ve been captured by the sky people.

what was truly a miracle is that jake and neytiri weren’t mad nor bothered by your presence, although they did tell you off about how dangerous it was.

“well, you like your girls insane” you shrugged, a playful smile on your face, that was quickly matched by neteyam’s.

“i’m glad you’re here” he told you, walking to you. “still, that what reckless. eywa knows what could’ve happened to you”

you didn’t hestitate no longer and oulled him into a hug.

“i missed you, tey” you whispered against his skin.

“missed you too, yawne” he rested his head on top of yours as he answered. *:･

‘i miss you , ma neteyam’ you thought now, as you evoked moments that were just mere hours away.

*:･“what do you mean you’re going back? we have to get out of here!” you hurried him.

“spider is still there!” he explained, grabbing your arms gently “it is dangerous, but we can’t leave him. i’ll be back before you notice i’m gone”

he kissed you knuckles as your heart clenched at the anticipated anxiety you knew you’d have as you’d wait.

“be careful, ‘teyam” you told him, eyes begging him to stay.

he nodded, giving you a reasuring smile as he rushed to lo’ak. *:･

he didn’t quite think his last words to you though, did he? foolish you, who had returned to where tsireya was waiting, believing it would be as he said.

you felt empty. a part of you was gone as well.

but you’d see him again, right?

cause you too,

you were born to die

#neteyam x reader #neteyam sully #neteyam #atwow x reader #neteyam imagine #neteyam x you #heartcereql #avatar x reader #avatar the way of water

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mephinomaly · 6 months

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[TL] BIOHAZARD/Chapter 4

[ This post uses Ois~su ♪ ]

Kaoru: Why would we take part in an experiment that sounds like something a sci-fi movie villain would do…?

Tomoya: “If we are able to duplicate people, duplicate idols, there are many advantages.”

Hajime: “Fundamentally, one person can only do so much. They cannot be in multiple places at once or complete multiple jobs at the same time.”

Tomoya: “However, if we can create clones such as ourselves, it will become possible.”

Hajime: “For example, say there is a super idol with plenty of talent–”

Tomoya: “This idol will be able to simultaneously sing and dance on stage, star in a movie, take part in a gravure photoshoot, recount a funny story on a variety show—”

Hajime: “These examples, that would otherwise be impossible, become possible.”

Tomoya: “If the original person ages or perhaps even dies, the copy will still be able to perform to the best of its ability.”

Hajime: “24/7, 365 days a year!”

Tomoya: “They won’t get sick nor be able to complain.”

Rei: Riiight, I suppose that’s true.

Robots do not have human rights. You do not even need to pay them a salary, all you must do is cover the cost of manufacturing and maintaining.

To a manager, it is better than a real idol whose body can rapidly degrade.

Koga: That’s fuckin’ insane, man. ES is… Is ES heartless or somethin’?

Rei: Nay, Itsuki-kun would say that it is only human nature to want to bend the world around you for your own wishes.

Kaoru: Itsuki-kun? Isn’t that more of a Tenshouin-kun thing to say?

Rei: He has a surprisingly unique outlook on art. I’m his friend, so I would know.

Adonis: Fumu… Personally, I understand the overall concept, but I’m struggling to accept this.

This sort of technology is an extension of drawing AI. When there’s AI that is better than real humans with beating hearts, that can easily be mass produced—

What do we do then?

AI has been able to accomplish tasks in seconds compared to us, who could take a year or even a decade to do the same thing.

And that can all be done with a simple press of a button.

In the beginning, we will abhor these “monsters”.

There are no laws in place in regards to non-human entities, so they'll be regulated in the same manner drawing AI are, right?

But as time passes, and new laws are passed, when those sort of things become commonplace–

In that future, is there a place for us, real people?

Koga: Y-You alright, Adonis? Ain’t you bein’ unusually talkative?

Adonis: I’ve been thinking about AI technology since Yuuki showed it to me. I’m not good at thinking, so I’ve yet to come up with an answer.

Rei: Adonis-kun is a serious boy.

For me, if that is the current trend, I want to follow it. Whether you dislike it or not, you cannot prevent big trends such as that.

Even if we feel disgusted and consequently don’t participate in this experiment, these guys will just ask other idols to do it in our place.

Hajime: “Yep.”

Tomoya: “We don’t particularly need UNDEAD’s help.”

Koga: Oi! What are you tryna say, huh? Ain’t you suppose t’be actin’ cute?

Tomoya: “We are aware that our actions and words are uncharacteristic of the original Ra*bits members.”

Hajime: “We, at best, are 40% accurate to the original people.”

Tomoya: “Our external appearance have been the main focus, rather than the internal, such as speech and behaviour.”

Rei: You are using tricky phrases that is unusual for Ra*bits.

Hajime: “Yes. In order to accurately replicate the internals, that is to say, one’s mental state and personality, we need data from your brains.”

Tomoya: “And that is what we are requesting of you for this experiment.”

Hajime: “Now, we will install these devices to your heads, or more specifically, your brains.”

Tomoya: “Then, we will download as much data as we can from your brains, and use it to recreate you.”

Hajime: “We believe we are capable of reproducing the identical idols, both on the inside and the outside.”

Kaoru: A-are you going to suck out our brains? Isn’t that kinda gross?

Hajime: “Your wording is misleading.”

Tomoya: “We are only obtaining data, your physical and mental will not be damaged in the process.”

Hajime: “Of course, private information will be protected in accordance with the law.”

Kaoru: ...

Hajime: “Well, if you don’t want to, you can always refuse.”

Tomoya: “If you refuse, we will ask other idols, such as Ra*bits, to participate in your place.”

Hajime: “However, the experiment cannot be cancelled.”

Tomoya: “Until we are able to create the perfect AI idol, the AIIE project will not stop.”

Rei: ...

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Chapter 3

Chapter 5

#ensemble stars #enstars #translation #biohazard #undead climax #kaoru hakaze #koga oogami #adonis otogari #rei sakuma #mephi's translations

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A Mile in His Shoes

He was a foot pig. Anyone around him would easily be able to tell you that: Zeke Tyler was a creepy smelly foot fetishist. If he were honest with himself, he'd perhaps be a bit more self aware about his... questionable tactics in obtaining his collection of ripe sneakers, but Zeke was too enveloped in his own sense of lust and objectification that he didn't even stop to think about the minute fact that he was stealing from these random dudes. In his mind, he was just... reappropriating their shoes. That muscle daddy from the gym wouldn't miss his rank Adidas, he'd needed to buy new ones anyway! Those ripe harness boots from the biker jock were better off in his adoring hands, the dude left them all alone at the rest stop while he aired his feet out. The frat bro that would leave his Sperries on the front porch would leave them out there every night, he was basically asking for them to be taken! Those Checkerboard Vans from that skater punk, the smelliest of the bunch, they just deserved to be worshiped and adored by someone who knew their value.

It was unquestionable to nearly everyone else who had committed these swipings, even the victims themselves; but being the sneaky little thief he was, Zeke was quick, quiet, and knew how to cover his tracks. There was never any proof, so there were never any consequences. Thus, as he planned his most important heist yet, he was even more confident than normal. He'd seen Dane for the past few months in the lobby of his building, having moved in at the beginning of the year, and he'd become absolutely fixated on the aloof bad boy. More importantly, he'd become absolutely fixated on those white Air Jordans, scuffed and well worn that were always fastened onto his massive feet. It didn't matter if he was riding down the road on his crotch rocket, or doing some photoshoot with his other sexy Instagram model friends: those trashed J's were always tightly laced.

It wasn't until that Sunday evening, just as the sun had begun to set, that an idea had begun to form in his sick mind. He'd call Dane from the front desk, between shift change between the day and night guard, and tell the stoic stud that his motorcycle was being vandalized. Of course, he wasn't going to do anything to the pristine Ducati, but it would most certainly be enough to draw him to the parking garage at warp speed. God willing, that would give him JUST enough time to get into his apartment, snag the sneaks and bolt back to his apartment. Risky? Absolutely. Rewarding? Undeniably. What had begun as a fantasy soon became a realistic plan, as Dane strode through the front door of the lobby, those sexy, mouthwatering Jordans squeaking against the tile floor as he walked toward the elevator.

Zeke had a problem with staring, so the inked hunk simply nodded his head in acknowledgement at Zeke's creeping across the room. The model was unbothered, he got plenty of stares all day long, just another thirsty person who wanted his dick. He pressed the button, waited for the elevator, and stepped into the little box while the doors closed behind him. Perfect. He waited just about fifteen minutes, long enough for Dane to get to the 17th floor, get to his apartment, kick his shoes off, and start to hit the bong that stunk up the whole floor each night. Then, just as the tired desk attendant put up the "back in five minutes" sign onto the counter, Zeke made his move.

He scampered behind the desk, looking for the intercom button for Apartment 17D. He breathlessly searched across the desk until he found the system,and pressed the button for 17D.

"What's up?" Dane's voice came crawling out of the intercom, as monotonous and uninterested as ever.

"Sir, the silver Ducati in the garage under your parking space has just been keyed. We will have someone enroute to collect evidence, but we will need you there as soon as possible to give a statement." The intercom was silent, no response. The panic started to set in- had he called his bluff? Could he tell? What was he going to do if he did?

"Aight. I'll be there in a sec." Dane was completely unaffected, devoid of any concern in his voice. The intercom clicked and Zeke rushed back to the couch across the lobby just as the night guard arrived for her shift. Moments later, the elevator doors opened, and a clearly stoned Zeke walked toward the parking garage door... wearing his Adidas slides. Everything was going according to plan. As he pushed the door open and walked up the ramp, Zeke made a quick exit to the elevator, rapidly slamming the 17th floor button. The doors closed, the elevator made it's typical quick ascent to the middle floor of the highrise and as the doors opened, he was met with the unmistakable smell of weed hanging low over the hallway.

Trying to balance a fine line between casually strolling down the hall, and frantically trying to get in and out in time, Zeke made his way to apartment 17D. Looking both ways down the hall as if he were crossing the street, he turned the doorknob, praying that Dane had left it open. A quick twist and... success. The door swung open and he quickly stepped inside, shutting the door quietly behind him.

The apartment was dirty and sparsely furnished, par for the course for the everyday Instagram influencer, but there, right by the front door was the most beautiful sight Zeke had ever seen. The Jordans, unlaced and cast aside right there on the hardwood floor.

There was no time to admire, or revel in his success- the heist was not over. He bent over and picked up the sneakers, still warm and damp from Dane's heavy daily usage. For good measure, he snatched a pair of considerably wet socks from the arm of the beat up leather sofa, and bolted out the door. Running as if he were a track and field sprinter, he weaved through the winding halls until he reached 17F- his own apartment. He opened the door, slammed it shut, and slid the chain lock into place. He threw his arms into the air, he basked in the glory of his successful snatch. Now breathing heavily and excitedly looking up at the prize which he held above his head, it was time to reap his reward.

He brought one of the sneakers down to eye level, peeling back the tongue, and peering inside. The insole was almost black, completely worn and even imprinted with Dane's huge, heavy footprint. He peeked quickly at the size tag as he brought it close to his nose, seeing the beautiful size 13.5 printed onto the worn piece of woven fabric. Zeke closed his eyes, the heat emanating from the shoe tickling his face, and inhaled.

Bliss. Pure, unadulterated bliss. It was a stench unparalleled by anything he'd collected before. Sour, yet buttery. Wet and musty. Not quite cheesy, though it came considerably close to the fresh smell of Roquefort out of it's wrapping. Though over all, it was entirely the stench of masculinity. The sheer power of the scent was enough to take his breath away, knocking him to his ass right there on the floor. It was unbelievable. The crown jewel of his collection. He took another indulgent whiff, letting the heavy musk drown him as it flowed like water down into his lungs. Even exhaling his breath had him catching the subtle remnants of the smell lingering within him. They were perfect. Though, as if out of nowhere, he had the sudden urge to slide them on.

This particular urge was not typical for Zeke. Sure, he collected the sneakers, he would sniff and jack his little dick off until he piddled his load onto the sole of the shoe. However he hadn't ever had the desire to wear any of them. It simply wasn't even something that came across his mind, and yet as he held those ripe sneakers in his hands, peering to the wet socks that sat next to him, it was as if they were beckoning him. Calling him. Ordering him. Commanding him.

He grabbed the socks and slipped them on, feeling the warm wet sweat built up for days of hot summer wear slick the soles of his feet as his smaller feet sported the drooping Nike Dri-Fits. He turned to the dank Jordans, salivating at the mere sight of them.

"Put them on." As if the command had manifested deep within the dark recesses of his mind, the quiet but stern voice repeated itself as more and more of the same phrase began to layer atop eachother. "Put them on. Put them on. Put them on." He could only obey as he slid his sweaty feet into the humid confines of the gigantic sneakers one at a time, feeling his toes fall into the little depressions made by Dane's huge fetid feet.

A shockwave of goosebumps emanated from his feet all the way to the top of his skull. Peering down at the clunkers gracing his feet, he watched in abject shock and terror as the laces began to pull themselves tightly and tie themselves. Had Dane pranked him? Surely this was a joke somehow.

"No joke. It's happening, Zayn." Zeke turned quickly to the side, seeing a young man, scantily clothed in a black tee shirt, old black briefs, and VERY well worn socks leaning against his wall. "I was hoping that my next host would come soon. I'd gotten so comfy inside of Dane, but I've been craving a new form for a bit now. And then you came along." Zeke panicked, yanking on the Jordans with all of his might, only for them to be suctioned even tighter onto him. The malicious laughter bellowing from this stranger brought horror to the thief, completely in the dark of what his own situation truly was. "And you're a foot bitch too, huh? You huffed those nasty ass sneaks for a solid minute, and I've been tied to those for years. Jumping from host to host, life to life. They're ripe with the stink of, what, almost twelve dudes? And you're about to be number thirteen."

Zeke tried to get up and run, hoping for as quick an exit as possible. Maybe a doctor could pry them off. Maybe a priest could exorcise them. Anything. Though as he tried to push himself up, his feet stayed planted firmly in place on the floor. He wasn't going anywhere.

"C'mon Zayn. Don't you wanna take a whiff of this big puppies?" The man stretched his lean legs out, putting his huge socked feet mere millimeters from his prey. "Take a whiff, Zayn. You're gonna be smelling these for a while."

The smell of the man's rank feet were more powerful than anything he'd experienced. They wafted the smell of an almost venomous musk, piercing his nostrils as if they were sharp knives sinking into his head. Irresistible. Unmatched. Flawless. Ripe. They were... perfect. Zeke could not contain himself, the unquenching, relentless addiction to that stink was simply too much for him. He bent over, letting his face press against the smelly socks.

The man laughed as he pressed his huge dogs against Zeke's face as his body began to slowly turn translucent and a light shade of green. Zeke felt the matted, cottony texture of the man's feet slowly shifting into a plasmic, almost rubbery quality, though maintaining that sharp scent that kept him so hooked. Though as he looked up at the man once more, he could almost see right through him. Pulling him up by the neck, the ghostly man began to rise, floating above the ground until Zeke was hovering nearly a foot in the air.

"Open up, Zayn." The ghost thrust it's head forward into Zeke's choking mouth, quickly slipping himself inside. The rubbery ghost squeaked and stretched, moaning as he squirmed his way down his host's throat. Zeke felt the pressure building as more and more of the ghost wriggled deeper and deeper into his body, squeezing the entirety of his mass into his bulging gut. His bulge, his legs, his ankles, all effortlessly compressed into him, sounding like a deflating balloon until all that was left were the very feet which had caused this entire thing sticking out of his wide open mouth. Zeke felt the ghost try to squeeze the very last of himself into his body, which finally slipped into him with a loud schlorp.

Still floating mid air, Zeke looked down at his inflated gut, watching the outline of the ghost squirming beneath his skin, squeaking and creaking within him until he finally began to slip him on like the meat suit he was going to be. He looked down as he felt the larger feet sinking down his legs, stretching them farther and farther until they slipped into his own, engorging them with the ghost's viscous and bulbous form. The tattoos of the ghost began to manifest from beneath his skin, as he continued to slip him on, thrusting his muscled arms into Zeke's as if they were a pair of tight gloves.

The ghost laughed from within him, as Zeke convulsed and flung his extremities all over the place, floating in the air like a balloon. Zeke could feel himself being worn, feeling the sensation of this ghost man's entire body stretching himself out within him, flinging him across the room and gurgling squeaking slippery noises as the last of him began to slide up his throat. The last thing Zeke would sense was the scent he loved so much which now wafted from his own ripe size 13.5 feet, tattooed, sweaty and sharp. His hands pressing on the top of his scalp, the ghost thrust his head into Zeke, letting his spirit envelope and absorb the former tenant of this body- tucking him safely away to be reprogrammed into the stoic bad boy minion that all his previous hosts would become.

Zayn opened his eyes, glowing a bright green before slowly tapering back to a chestnut brown. Slowly, the tattooed hunk floated back down to the floor, until he stood firmly on the ground. Cracking his neck and lifting his arms into the air, he took a deep whiff of his pungent pits and sighed in satisfaction. This one fit like a glove.

"Awww, yeah. Thanks, man. I needed the new digs."

A FEW MINUTES LATER

Dane walked back to his apartment, only moderately annoyed that he'd had to wait for his master to infiltrate his new body. Turning the knob to his apartment, he saw the lean, inked, tan man leaning against the railing of his balcony. Looking down at his huge feet, he could see the pair of Jordans perfectly fitted and suctioned onto his feet.

"Welcome, sir." Zayn turned to Dane, flashing him that tell tale unaffected glance and letting that monotonous, nonchalant voice flow from his lips.

"It's good to finally meet you, boy. I hope you like your... Improvements." Dane looked down at himself, proud of the man his master created, but even more preoccupied by the crushing need to worship the ripe body of the new host. "Oh I see, you want to worship. Get over here, boy. Suck this fucking cock, and I'll give you your meal." The evil spirit smirked as his minion got down on his knees and began to suckle on his huge, musky cock. This would be a nice place to stay for quite some time, and when the time comes, he'll make a great minion himself.

#male possession #ghost possession #male transformation #body transformation #body possession #musk #smelly feet #sneakers #bad boy transformation #punkification #evil transformation #minionization

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The Bangtan Gal Chapter 77- Fire

Chapter Summary: BTS film for Fire. Jennie hangs with Layla and thinks about when BTS went to film BTS NOW 3 and the Save Me MV. Jennie gets bummed when she sees Prom videos and photos on social media since she never experienced it before. Jennie helps Jungkook when he gets sick before promotions for Fire.

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2016 had been insane so far when it came to breaking news. Minzy had left 2NE1 and Jennie could not wrap her head around it. She was in tears, freaking out when she saw them reunite at the MAMA Awards and now she’s leaving, leaving the group as a trio? It just wouldn’t be the same.

She even tweeted herself listening to old 2NE1 songs with the caption, ‘Sad #Jen’

And then with Hyunseung leaving BEAST. Everyone was leaving left and right. It was insane. But as she thought about it, she thought about herself with Amity when she left. How she felt to move on to something beneficial for her. So she put herself in their shoes because she knew what they went through and understood why. And she understood from the fans' point of view to see a group member leave.

Was this how Amity fans felt when she left?

Finally filming and taking photos for their next comeback, Bangtan went to Jeju Island for the jacket shooting. Jen wore an off shoulder yellow dress for the shooting.

“I love this dress, ain’t it cute?” she asked on camera, spinning around. “No, I have not dyed my hair yet. Don’t be too upset, Army. It’ll happen one day. For this comeback I want to show a different side of Jennie, so stay tuned.”

She then took photos with a kite, which went successfully. Then they began the unit shoots. After Jungkook and Tae, Jen and Yoongi were up.

“Aw, your freckles look so cute.” she pointed them out.

“Ah...thanks smartie.” He tried not to smile at her compliment.

The wind kept blowing which made them shiver slightly. It was so cold but they got through it. They then took photos on the air balloon, standing back to back, as the camera got every angle. After they got what they needed, YoonJen high fived each other and got out while Hobi got in next, looking nervous.

“Scared?” she asked him.

“No, I am okay. This is fine.” Hobi smiled nervously. But once he got in, he started making loud sound effects, causing her to laugh. “Whaaaaaaaaaaaa~ What if I’m blown away?”

“You’ll be fine~!” she reassured

Once it was her turn to get inside the air balloon with Jin, she had a blast, not afraid at all at being a little up in the air. After she was done, she checked out the photos, in love with how she posed.

Next up for the comeback was filming for the Young Forever MV at Jecheon Airfield a few days later. Jennie wore a long-sleeved white shirt exposing her shoulders and black pants. The members were told to show emotional acting as they walked around the maze.

For her part, she walked around with one of her hands touching the steel fence. Then, while looking around, white feathers blew past her ethereally.

Once her shots were complete, she saw Yoongi snapping photos of Jin and walked over to them.

“Oh, oh we doing a photoshoot? Okay!” she joined in, posing with Jin. “Let them know, a future worldwide handsome model is standing next to me. Don’t forget about us when you make it.”

Jin laughed, “I won’t, dear.”

For the fire music video, Jen expressed her excitement as the cameras were following her, dancing around.

“I am sooooo ready for this! I love this song and I cannot wait to film it, it is going to be off the chain! I am telling you, y’all are not ready for this one!”

As the members walked in on the set for their party scene, Jen stood at a DJ booth, admiring the equipment.

‘DJ Jennie is here!’

“I just want to thank Big Hit for allowing me to DJ in a BTS music video, this is so exciting. Ahhh, this is heaven, right here!” she fangirled.

“What’s this button do?” Jungkook asked, walking up to the booth as she demonstrated. “And this? This? That?” he went on as she showed him.

While the set was still being prepared, Jennie was talking to the camera again, showing off her outfit which was just something to wear while she DJs. Sweatpants, white shirt, chain around her neck, looking fly as ever.

“I got Suga’s three dolla’ chain on my neck. Comfortable looking white shirt, these sweats, my Nikes-oh my Nikes! Check them out I designed them! Made a little something! Nike, I am still here! Give me a call! I got some great ideas for y'all!” she showed off the designs she made for fun which looked good.

"You are never going to let me live that down, huh?" Yoongi playfully glared at her for the inside joke from American Hustle Life.

"All in good fun!" she giggled.

There were so many extras for the party scene as Bangtan filmed performing fire until they got enough shots. And then they shot it again but this time with Jen at the booth. She was much more energetic for this comeback and it showed on camera, dancing around, flipping her hair all over the place, headbanging. The guys took a break while Jen started her individual shots at the booth.

They first filmed her turning to take a look at the DJ booth and then her walking over to it. Examining it while running her fingers over the equipment, she got a hold of the headphones and slowly placed them around her neck.

After that shot, she was filmed at the booth, dancing around until it was her cue to sing with the camera panning to her.

maenjumeogeul deulgo All night long

(Fire)

jingunhaneun balgeoreumeuro

(Fire)

ttwieobwa michyeobeoryeo da

Grabbing the mic, she started powerfully, doing what G-Dragon told her, “Errbody throw yo’ hands in the air, we gettin’-“

“Hot! Hot! Hot! Hotter!” the rest of the members joined in.

ssak da bultaewora bow wow wow

“Errbody throw yo’ hands in the air, we gettin’-”

“Hot! Hot! Hot! Hotter!”

ssak da bultaewora bow wow wow

Thinking of G-Dragon helped her as she even gave a mesmerizing stare at the camera that was sure to make Armies freak out. Starting again, this time Taehyung was with her at the booth, giving the Taennie shippers their fix as they partied. Then the rest of the members joined her, jumping and fooling around. Jen even threw her hands up and down while going over her verse for the end of the song, making things even more exciting.

“Yay!” she clapped and jumped off the booth. “That was hot!”

Going to see her footage from an iPhone, she smiled at her performance. ‘That’s really me up there jamming, huh? I look badass!’ she proudly thought.

The director praised her for her efforts and she went back to continue filming with the rest of the members on the stage. They even had Taehyung crowd surf. Jen could tell he was nervous and reassured him that it would be fine. Although the first attempt failed, he did much better the second time and it looked like he was having a blast.

Next was the members performing in an abandoned pool, performing the choreography. Even after one time of dancing, they were all out of breath as the stylists fixed their makeup and hair. When they worked on the dance again for the chorus, Jimin missed his cue to dance and they had to start over while he laughed and hugged Jungkook. But once they did it again it was successful. After that, Jin, Suga, V and Jungkook were able to leave since they were done for the day.

“Everyone gets to leave. I’m going to be the last one here. I have to film my little water dance.” Jen sighed on camera.

“Sucks to be you. I’m leaving soon~!” Jungkook teased while she rolled her eyes.

“Blah, blah, blah. Leave.” she playfully shoved him away, out of the camera’s view. As she continued to talk about what was going on, Jungkook would butt in occasionally. “Go away!” she laughed and pushed him again as he laughed.

After talking on camera, Jen waited as the staff members prepared the set for her, Hobi and Namjoon. With his things packed, Jungkook approached her again as he looked down at her with a smile.

“I’m about to leave with hyung. You sure you don’t want me to stay with you?”

Jen shook her head. “It’s okay. I’ll be fine. Go on ahead.”

He nodded. “Tony and I will be waiting when you get back to the dorm. I love you.”

“I love you, too.” she tried to go for a kiss but couldn’t reach him. She tried again, standing on her toes but he playfully avoided her kiss by not tilting his head down, watching her struggle. All he had to do was just put his head down to meet her lips but he wouldn't.

Frowning, she replied, “Wow, so you not going to give me a kiss goodbye?”

Laughing softly, he wrapped his arms around her and lifted her up. Now she was the one looking down at him as her heart raced. He then gave her what she wanted while she leaned down, pressing her lips on his as she cupped his face.

Taehyung quickly took out his phone to start filming them. A big smile was on his face as he thought about this being one of the cute moments to share when they decided to reveal their relationship to the public.

“Jungkook! Let’s go!” Jin called out, walking around to find him.

Yoongi walked with him and then spotted Jungkook with Jennie. “Good Lord...these kids.”

“What is taking so long-PUT HER DOWN!” Jin yelped while the 95 Liners cackled at him freaking out.

Before Jin could march over to them, Jimin made the save by jumping on his back to distract him. Meanwhile, Jennie and Jungkook tuned out what was happening around them as they kissed repeatedly, short and sweetly.

“Ahem!” the director cleared his throat on the megaphone. “Can we please have Jennie-ah on the set, Jungkook-ah?”

Reality hit the 97 Liners and Jen was slowly set down. The two let out a laugh while one of the makeup staff members pulled her away from Jungkook to fix her hair and makeup.

While Jimin was filming his individual scene, Jennie changed into her other attire for fire which was a pair of jean shorts, a black dragon crop top, and a dragon theme bomber jacket. She also had a secret tattoo of a dragon which was placed around her left inner thigh along with a thigh chain on her right thigh.

“Nini! You’re going to be the last one out of here.” Namjoon pulled her in for a hug while she sighed loudly.

“Why is everyone so happy they get to leave before me? Don’t rub it in. You excited?” she asked.

“Yeah, I am. It has been a while since we did something together in a music video. So, remind me, are you keen?”

“Fresh and keen, numba one chick when I step out on the scene.” she quoted, putting her twist on the Pussycat Doll’s song, making him laugh. “I had that song in my head all day. I blame shuffle. I was playing throwbacks on our way over here to film.”

Starting the scene, Jen and Namjoon coolly stood next to each other as she went first, adjusting the cap on her head

“Aye, live it up, Bangtan just exploded on the scene.”

Hey, burn it up jeonbu da taeul geot gachi

“Aye, shout it out! I’m turnt up, it’s okay, I’m keen~”

Hey, turn it up saebyeogi da gal ttaekkaji

With J-Hope walking through the door while a fire was in the background, he met up with the two, dancing around.

geunyang sarado dwae urin jeomgie

geu malhaneun neon mwon sujeogillae

sujeosujeo georyeo nan saraminde

Standing in between them, she shouted, raising a hand up with them, “So what~!”

Standing a little in front of them while they stood by her, Jennie showed off a little attitude while going over her verse, “Calling us extra yet you still want to hang. Bang to the tan, you wanna join this gang. Keep your eyes on me, I am still that chick!” she slapped her chest before pointing to the camera. “Don’t you stand too close, what, you think you slick? Admit we the shhh as we tear it down!”

When she said shhh, Rapmon and J-Hope dramatically turned to her while she placed a finger to her lips.

“BTS is the flame they wanna water down! Bangtan is still here and we killin’ it still. We always start the fire, you just a fire drill!” she smirked, shoving the camera away with her hand.

The three did the scene a few more times to make sure to get many shots. They even had Namjoon and Jennie back to back as they said their verse. Namjoon would look at her a few times, nodding before looking back at the camera.

“Okay, good job.” The director praised.

“It’s over! It’s over!” Hobi cheered.

“I’m still here~!” Jen dramatically dropped to her knees, making Hobi and Namjoon laugh.

Despite it being late and her being the last one here, she remained professional and went through with it, not giving anyone problems. She wanted these scenes to be great and she would do whatever she could to show how hard she had prepared.

As she walked on the set, the background was black and with water coming down them the ceiling and there was a large pool of water for her to step into that was up to her ankles.

“I’m just glad the water is not cold.” She said, preparing herself.

Once the music hit, she went hard while being expressive about it. Wet hair flipping around, popping and locking, she had a blast. Things went well as they made her dance a few more times to get the shots they needed.

For the final scene, she just had to lip-sync the song while in the water, doing whatever she wanted.

“Okay! Jennie can go home.” the director announced

She sighed out of relief, falling back, making a big splash as the staff laughed.

“Hallelujah!” she shouted.

For the second day of filming for their music video, after it rained in the morning, the members gathered around for their group set. Jennie yawned loudly, making Jungkook, Namjoon, and Jimin mock her yawn.

“Four hours of sleep. Four. Living the dream” she replied.

After filming the first scene of them talking and Yoongi shaking hands with someone, setting them on fire, Jungkook rode a bike around the man on fire and then watched his bike on fire.

Meanwhile, Jen was snacking on smarties until it was time for the group dance. She unzipped her bomber jacket so it could show off the black crop top. Afterward, she went with Jimin to practice the chorus of the choreography. He even got in front of her a little bit while she periodically glanced at him to make sure she got the moves right.

Standing in between Jin and V, she leaned to the right with the members.

Errbody say La la la la la

“La la la la la.”

Say La la la la la

“La la la la la.”

soneul deureo sorijilleo Burn it up

Strutting to stand in front, she flicked her nose with her thumb before tilting her head to the side, showing even more attitude.

Bultaoreune

Powerfully, she broke out into the choreography, going hard. She wasn’t expecting to be the one in the front to start it off and she wanted to make a good impression. It seemed like it paid off because the shot went well.

After being filmed watching the car drop down with everyone shooked at the scene, Jen had another solo scene in the same area Hobi and Yoongi were at night with a police car around. She started her verse with the bat she had from the danger MV. Carefully standing on top of the car, she performed, whipping her hair around. She even kneeled while pointing at the camera, continuing to lip sync.

“Jennie. Look at her go. She was not this expressive in the last music video. I’m pleased to see her so lively. She has been doing a great job so far.” Jimin watched her. “She is so cool.”

Then they had her lying on top of the hood of the car with her back against the windshield. After doing the group dance again, Jen fell on her hands and knees, acting like Patrick from that one Spongebob episode as she began dramatically coughing like him. The others were just as exhausted.

Finally preparing one more time, they successfully finished the group dance with the backup dancers behind them.

The last scene had Jin across the table with Taehyung having an iron on him. The members surrounded him as they did their final scenes fooling around. Afterward, they walked outside to the camera, expressing how happy they were that they were finally done.

“The Fire MV is complete!” Jen announced, clapping with the members.

“Fire~!” Jin sang

“Feel the heat!” Yoongi said, popping into the shot.

“Please enjoy the MV!” Jimin pointed.

“Go, Fire! Go BTS!” They waved goodbye.

The next morning, Jen went into her studio to see a cute note from Jungkook on her desk telling her to have a good day. He even made a tiny drawing of a smiley face on the note. There was also a pack of smarties next to it. Smiling, she ate them while going back to writing how she felt about him for songs.

Feeling a buzz on her desk, she grabbed her phone and looked at the caller ID, answering instantly. “Hey! It's been a while!”

“Hi! Wow. I’m surprised you picked up.”

“Of course I would. I’m not going to ignore you. How you been?”

“Happy. I wanted to tell you that I’m in Seoul, right now. I was wondering if we could grab a bite to eat, together. If you’re okay with it.”

Jen swung around in her chair, replying with no hesitation, “Sure, Layla. Send me the address of where you wanna go,”

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Jennie arrived at a small café where Layla had been waiting for her. Making eye contact, Layla smiled and waved while Jen made her way up to her.

Jennie didn’t know what came over her, but she embraced her tightly, taking Layla by surprise. Despite everything that happened, she missed every good moment she had with her. Layla was not expecting the hug, widening her eyes but hugged her back tightly, missing her just as much.

“For a second, I thought I was going to get punched like Hailey.” Layla teased as they let go.

“Nah. I have to admit, I’ve missed you.”

“I've missed you, too. Thanks for coming to see me. This means a lot.” she released her and they sat down.

“Trust me, I’m surrounded by men every day at the dorm. It is so nice to hang around you for a change.”

“I’m flattered. You still get this, right? When we were kids?” Layla pointed out what she had bought her. It was green tea and a cinnamon muffin. “You used to copy my orders to piss me off whenever you could. So, for today, I got you the same order I got...for old time’s sake.”

“Oh wow! Yeah, I remember!” she chuckled at the fond memories. “Remember the time we went to Friendly’s and I got every single thing you got?”

“Oh gosh...don’t remind me. I even asked for five cherries on top of my milkshake and of course, your ass got the same. Trinity had to escort me to the bathroom because I was about to pull your hair out.”

“I’m not sorry for that. Wow, I haven’t had a muffin and tea together in forever. It’s been a long time. I'm so used to eating other types of breakfast food these days. Thanks for buying this for me.”

“You're welcome! Aren’t you glad you came out with me, today?”

“Absolutely. What are you doing here in Seoul?” Jen took a bite out of her muffin.

Setting her tea down after a big sip, she replied, “Work related and also to just take some time to travel to new places. I’ll be going to the DR soon.”

“Lucky! I wish.”

“Hey, you have a comeback to focus on. I bet it’s going to be off the chain.”

Jen chuckled, “I hope! It’s my favorite song we made. It’s called fire. It’s pretty dope if you asked me.”

“I’ll be counting down the days for the comeback show. I’ve been writing a lot since that day with all of us in that hotel room. I have so many stories to tell. It’s getting me excited.”

“Your solo work is going to be good. Any idea what type of genre of music you want to go into?”

“R&B.”

“That suits your voice.”

“Thanks, Jen. I would love to get a Grammy someday for my music."

“You will. Anything is possible. So start saying that you will get a Grammy one day.”

Layla smiled at the thought. “I should. Do you remember all those dreams we had? We would talk for hours about what we wanted to do with our music careers.”

“Those were good times.”

“You always were talking about singing in Korean and we thought it was crazy of you to do it. But you went on and did it and you’re living your dream. Me, I am too. I’m writing the music I want to perform and I’m working on my solo stuff. Slowly but surely. We’re still young, learning and growing but we’re going to make it with our music careers.”

“No doubt about that. Muffin cheers to that.” she bumped her muffin with hers and they both took a bite, letting out a series of giggles. “Heard anything from Trin or Hailey?”

“No, not really. They kind of just fell off the face of the earth. No social media, no reports, nothing. It makes me a bit sad to see how everything is now.”

Jennie frowned, “Yeah. Deep down, I miss all five of us being buddies with each other.”

“It’s most likely going to take some time but I do hope that one day those two will come around, and just apologize for everything as grown women. Then we can move forward. Simple as that. But those two are so stubborn.”

“Very stubborn. They always want to be right.”

“Oh, I was hanging with Angelina a few days ago. We went boxing together and she almost gave me a black eye.”

Jen laughed, “Oh my gosh, why boxing?”

“In her words, she said it was to relieve all the frustration she had left for me over the years. That girl can pack a punch, my ribs still hurt from those body shots. But it was fun.”

“Yikes, I do not want to be on the receiving end of that.”

“I got another piercing, too.”

“Where?”

Layla pointed to her chest, which made Jen put two and two together.

“No way.” Jen dropped her jaw.

“Yeah! It’s my favorite!”

“Now I know getting your nips pierced hurts a lot.”

“Actually it wasn’t that bad. It was just sore.”

“You got that, I could never. How many piercings do you have now?”

“Uh...well it should be seven, right now.”

“Damn. Any more you want?”

“I want some nose piercings. But I’ll wait a little bit for that. I just hope this photoshoot goes well today.”

“Oh, you’re taking photos for work?”

“Uh huh! Doing stuff for my fans, I want to create a little photo album for them."

“That’s sweet. Ever thought of doing fan meets?”

“No, I haven’t. Any suggestions?”

“I have tons but just don’t make them have to buy hundreds of your albums for a chance to get into a fan meet. That’s something I disagree with when it comes to meeting our fans here. I just wish BTS could have regular meet and greets and all they have to do is buy a ticket. Or just buy one album for a fair chance instead of buying multiple. So you won't have to spend so much money for a chance in the lottery. But that’s how it is here, so I don’t have much say.”

“Oh nah. Yeah, I’ll do it for free. Maybe set up a location in New York. That would be fun. How’s it been over here for work?”

“I had to do a few commercials...one of them was very...cute which I cringed.” Jen thought back to the shooting.

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Jennie shook her head frequently, displeased at the fact that she would have to dance and sing cutely for the Smart Uniform commercial with G-Friend and the rest of BTS.

“Mm Mm! No. No. HELL NO. NO! NO! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~!”

“We’ll pay you in smarties! Come on, it’ll be fun!” Jin stated with a smile.

“Nah, fam. You gonna have to do a lot more than smarties this time. You tried it.”

The amount of suffering and cringing she dealt with when recording the song and learning the choreography in the practice room. And now here she was wearing a uniform, hanging around GFriend, feeling rather uncomfortable.

She hated this commercial with a passion, having a huge dislike for cutesy dances. It just made her feel so out of place. And fans got a kick out at how she was screaming internally in the commercial.

‘How did they make me dance and act cute like this?’ she pondered, as she felt mortified when they filmed themselves dancing.

She stayed professional and went through with it, faking it until she made it. One thing was for sure, she would be hating Wednesdays for a few months. And now she couldn't get the song out of her head.

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“Wooooooow! Kudos for you not dying that day, hah!”

“Not funny.” Jen narrowed her eyes.

Layla found the commercial and looked at it on her phone, cracking up at Jen’s performance.

“Stop laughing~!” Miss Bangtan whined and tried to grab her phone.

“This is hysterical! You are so adorable~!”

“Shut up! And don’t get me started on the Save Me music video filming. I just kept falling and falling. One of my pairs of Nikes got so messy when we filmed. I was not happy that day.”

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On the inside, Jen was in a foul mood, having to be forced to shoot the Save Me music video in this horrible weather. She was feeling herself getting sick and was not trying to let this upcoming cold win, making mental notes to fight it as soon as she got home. Her hair was straightened for the music video but due to the rain, her curls were already popping back up, and she decided to just roll with it, staying professional. She wasn’t the only one who did not want to be here.

Looking down at her shoes, her Nikes were getting a lot of mud on them thanks to the weather, which got her even more upset.

“My Nikes are getting screwed up due to this mud. Ugh. But hey, Jennie here...cold...wet...trying to survive.” She said in front of the Bangtan Bomb camera, wearing a poncho.

Namjoon and Taehyung had huddled around her to keep her warm which helped a lot while she continued to suffer.

“Are there crabs?” Namjoon asked, looking at a nearby hole that he assumed had crabs in it. “Isn't it the crab hole?”

“I had eaten crabs a few days ago. It was very delicious.” Jen called out, making him shoot her a dirty look. A loud cackle escaped her lips at the offended look he gave her.

"Eating crabs...you're evil!"

"No, I'm not!"

This music video consisted of one take, so the members had to move around a lot behind the cameraman while another member had their camera time. They rehearsed in their raincoats/ponchos while trying to keep warm.

During filming, mistakes were made, such as Yoongi bumping into the director as he tried to film, Jennie slipping and falling, making her pants dirty as the stylists cleaned them without any issues.

“Not funny,” she called out Jungkook and Jimin who were laughing at her dirty pants. “Remember that when you want me to bake something for you.”

That shut them up quickly.

Getting soaked in the rain after many more takes for the MV, the weather was starting to get a little worse and Jen started shivering.

“So cold...I can’t even breathe with this wind.” she shivered violently.

Taehyung engulfed her in a hug from behind, to keep her warm as she continued to talk about how she was doing on camera, with him adding a comment here and there. Soon after, he grabbed her hands and blew his warm breath into them.

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“My favorite part of Save Me is the dance break. I have so much fun doing that. But the weather was not it.”

Layla snickered. “You always complain but you still get the work done. You've done it with Amity and you're doing it with BTS. How about that,”

“Yeah, some things never change. We went to Chicago a few months ago for our third BTS NOW DVD."

"Ooh, how was that? Did you win again?"

"Well..."

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In Chicago for their first day, the members got their makeup done and wore colored contacts for their photoshoot. Jen’s contacts were red as she checked herself out in the mirror.

“Now this is a look. I love this. Red eyes? This suits me pretty well.” she looked on in admiration.

‘How does it feel to be back in America?’

“Exciting! We’re here in Chicago!” she happily announced.

Jin was walking with her in the hallway of their hotel but then he tripped, making her laugh with him.

“I was trying to be cool, but I tripped,” he explained.

“Ennie, your eyes look mesmerizing. You should wear red contacts for a comeback one day.” V pointed out.

“Maybe! That would be fun!” she grinned.

‘What will today’s photoshoot be like?’

Once they got on the bus, Jen immediately fell asleep. Having some fun, the guys decided to take selfies with her knocked out, plotting to use them for embarrassing photos to post.

‘They arrive at the first location’

“Jennie!” Jungkook called out, making her turn around. Once she saw him with his camera, she posed for him.

Seeing him taking pictures of her, Suga and Jimin butt in, posing with her, making the 97 liners laugh. After goofing around, it was Jennie’s turn to take pictures as she posed effortlessly for the camera.

Standing in front of a metal fence, she grabbed it while looking cool.

‘Jennie looking fierce.’

She then took unit photos with Jimin. Once Jungkook was done taking unit pictures with Rapmon, he stood behind Jennie as she leaned back, resting her back against his chest while they checked out Rapmon’s individual photo shoot. They laughed at how he was running for his shots. For the next shot, all the members wore unique eye makeup. With Jen, she had purple lipstick and colorful eye makeup.

In the van, Jen had her earbuds in while Jimin, Jungkook and J-Hope had their English time. Taking an earbud out, she stared at them in confusion, trying to comprehend what they were saying.

“What are you saying?” she asked in her native tongue, making them laugh.

For their next location, Jin had unit photos with Jennie against a tree, showing various expressions and poses.

“BTS Now 3 Mission Start!’

‘Choose a desired theme’

‘Create a picture with a story. The winning team receives a great prize! Which team will win?’

Once choosing teams, Jimin shouted “YES!” and ran around excitedly, which made the members curious.

“Who did you get?” V asked.

“I GOT JENNIE!” he laughed. “WOO HOO!”

“What!? No fair!” Jungkook whined.

“Sucks to be you~!” Jimin teased and turned to Jennie.

"AYEEEE!" she high fived Jimin. "Let's get it!"

Jimin and Jennie called their team JenMin. For the remaining teams, J-Hope and Jin called themselves HopeJin, Rapmon and Suga called themselves six years and V and Jungkook called each other TaeKook.

Throughout the second day in Chicago, the members got ready for more photos outside.

With JenKook taking photos of the view, Jin and Jimin decided to mess with them.

Jimin threw a toy grenade at Jungkook. “Ennie! Jungkook! Run! Jungkook! Ennie!” he kneeled down, covering his head to try to take cover.

The couple glanced at him for a moment and then continued to check out the pictures they had taken of nature. With the toy grenade thrown at them again, this time Jin ran over to them and went down on his knees to take cover.

“AH! Jennie! Jungkook!” he yelled but did not get a reaction out of them.

The photographer told them that there were props they could use. Jen picked a skateboard for her concept, to show off the skills that her friend Kevin taught her over the years. Grabbing a skateboard, she skated around with it as the camera snapped away. It looked like she was having more fun than she anticipated, feeling elated.

“She’s so cute.” Jungkook smiled and snapped candid photos of her. One of these photos was going to be his new phone lock screen picture.

While everyone continued to set up, Jungkook had a speaker and put on Show Me Your BBA SAE, while recording himself with V. They nodded their heads back and forth to the beat and JenMin walked over to join them.

‘Let me hear you say! BBA SAE!’

As soon as the beat dropped, the Maknae Line danced and whipped their heads back and forth. Hyped, Jen began the Wutang dance, jerking her arms up and down and side to side with V trying to copy her movements.

“How do you do that?!” Jimin laughed.

“Easy! I’ll teach you!” she demonstrated for them.

It took a few tries but afterward, Jungkook restarted the song so they could Wutang with Jennie on video. The Golden Maknae even tried to convince Rapmon who was nearby to dance but he refused, laughing it off.

“Come on~!” Jen grabbed Rapmon’s hands, gesturing him to dance.

“All right, all right.” he gave in as she cheered him on with V joining him.

On the third day, they went to a house they rented to take photos. This was where their mission began. Jen and Jimin decided that their concept would be a parody of Tom & Jerry. After much debate, Jimin was Jerry while Jen was Tom.

“We have cheese!” Jimin brought out a plate of cheese.

“You’ll be eating and chilling and then I’ll come and try to chase you,” Jen suggested.

The first few shots included Jimin looking cute, and eating his cheese. Then it would show Jennie glaring at him with her arms crossed. As the photographer snapped away, she snuck up behind Jimin and tried to catch him but he quickly moved out of the way, turning away in shock. He started to run away, initiating her chasing him around. Later they were in the kitchen and Jimin had a frying pan, placing it against Jennie’s face for the photo to show that Tom was about to lose again to Jerry. After that, she was on the floor, on her stomach with a hand underneath her chin, looking annoyed at the camera while Jimin sat on her back, looking happy that he won again.

“Good! You two are done!” The photographer praised.

“Yay!” Jimin bounced up and down on top of her, making her laugh.

After their mission, the members continued with their pictures around the house. Jen, ate cheese curls while sitting next to Jungkook on the couch.

“Can I have one?” Jungkook asked.

Taking a cheese curl out of the bag, she fed it to him. Meanwhile, the camera panned up close to his face and he cutely said: “I’ll kill you.” revealing his bunny smile.

“The concept of this outfit is yellow,” he mentioned as the camera showed off what he was wearing. “It’s been a while since I wore red.”

“And he’s wearing red Nikes. I love them!” Jen pointed them out.

After the camera stopped filming them, Jungkook randomly said, “You’d look nice in red, Jennie.”

“Thanks, I wear red constantly if you hadn’t noticed.”

“That’s not what I mean.” a big grin came across his face.

It took her a second to get what he was implying before she smacked his chest.

“Dirty!” she scolded with a laugh and got off the couch.

“Babe! Come back!” he laughed harder, getting off the couch to chase after her.

Once filming was over, each team was interviewed back in Korea

‘Please introduce your team.’

“JENMIN~” the two joyfully announced and hugged each other

“It’s our ship name. We’re back JenMin shippers! We all know Jennie has a special place in her heart for me.”

“I could say the same for you,” she replied, making eye contact with him which would freak out shippers.

‘After finding out the teams, what were your thoughts?’

“CLOUD NINE! I love doing things with Jennie!” Jimin giggled.

“I was excited, too. I love working with Jimin. He’s so sweet and helpful.”

“Win or lose, we were going to have a lot of fun working together.”

‘Introduce your film’

“We reenacted a childhood cartoon of mine! Tom and Jerry!” Jen beamed. “This cartoon means so much to me. So, the fact that we got to do this was so cool.”

“We had a long debate on who would be who,” Jimin said.

“At first he didn’t want to be Jerry because he thought I was picking on him for his size. Which I wasn’t!”

“I know, I know. But still. You know how defensive I get about people calling me short.”

“Yeah, I know shortie.”

“HEY! I am taller than you!"

“I know. So, I was Tom and Jimin was Jerry.” she changed the topic, attempting to keep herself from laughing as he playfully glared at her. “Our concept was pretty simple. It’s cute and I’m sure people will like it and would want to check out some old Tom and Jerry episodes.”

When they were shown their best photo, Jen and Jimin cackled, holding onto each other.

“Your face!”

“My face? Look at yours! This turned out great!”

Everyone was in the room as they prepared to check out all the teams' photos. Six Years was first who did a parody of a horror movie.

“That’s so scary. Oh my gosh, the one when Suga is behind Rapmon with tissue paper, BRUH! His head is in the fridge.” Jen laughed. “Jimin and I voted for you guys to win. This was good.”

“Yeah, the pictures look nice.” The members agreed.

Next was to show JenMin’s photos and the members laughed at how cute the concept was.

“I like the one when you look like you lost and Jimin is on your back. That’s cute.” Rapmon said.

“This looks natural. And I’m not surprised Jimin was Jerry. He’s tiny.” Jungkook giggled.

“I am NOT tiny!” Jimin fired back

Next up was TaeKook’s pictures. They did a parody of an animation. The members couldn’t stop laughing at V’s passionate expression in his solo photo. Their shocking visuals were the main topic.

“The kick!” Jen laughed. “That was perfect.”

Last up was J-Hope and Jin who did a parody of a movie. Some of the members talked about how chubby their faces looked and joked around that they looked ugly.

“I gained weight for the concept!” Jin exclaimed.

It bothered Jennie that they were talking about how “chubby” their faces supposedly looked. They looked just fine to her.

“Guys cut it out,” she spoke up with a frown. “They’re not ugly, they look just fine. Don’t even listen to them. It doesn’t matter if you gained a little weight, at least you’re healthy.”

“Thank you, Jennie.”

When it was time to see who won, it was revealed that TaeKook got 18 votes, JenMin got 52 votes, J-Hope and Jin had 64 votes. For the winners, Suga and Rapmon, who had 68 votes, they shouted and hugged each other when they found out they won first place.

“Woo!” Jen clapped. “Congrats guys!”

“I can’t believe we won,” Rapmon said in disbelief.

“We gave up on winning.” Suga laughed as they received a $300 gift certificate

“Sharing is caring, I hope y’all know that.” Jen reminded them

“Not today!” Suga replied, earning laughs from the members

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"Darn...sucks you didn't win that $300 gift certificate. That would've been great. But hey, I hope you win in the next BTS NOW filming, if you have another one."

"Fingers crossed! I’m sure things will work in my favor next time!” Jen reassured.

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For the next few days, Jen had been a little down after checking out prom photos on social media. She wasn’t as cheerful as she usually was and it was starting to become noticeable by the members. Some thought that it was just the time of the month but little did they know it was something much deeper than that.

“Hey, are you all right, munchkin?” Hobi had asked one day in her studio with Namjoon.

“Ah, not really. Just been a little down but I’ll feel better after a few days.” Jen shrugged.

“What’s got you down?”

“I just...I just wish I was able to experience prom,” she admitted.

“Prom?”

After that, she broke down, “Yeah. I knew the sacrifices I had to make when I came here to become an idol. I would miss out on school experiences such as prom. But just seeing everyone all decked out in their dresses, nails done, all beautiful, it just makes me sad. I will never get that American high school experience. My sisters got to go to prom. My parents got to go to prom. Angelina got to go to prom. But for me, I never will with this idol life.”

Wiping the tears from her face, she cleared her throat. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to get all emotional. Just give me a few days to cope. I’ll feel better, soon.”

“Munchkin...” Hobi looked at her in concern.

“I will be okay.” she smiled sadly and stood up from her seat. “I need to use the bathroom.”

After watching her leave her studio, Hobi and Namjoon turn to each other.

“I didn’t think it would be this bad.” Namjoon sighed.

“I know...poor thing. What should we do?”

“Why not do prom here?”

“Plan a prom? You think we can?”

“We can figure out something. Even if it’s something small. Something for her. Let’s talk with Bang PD and then the rest of the guys about it.”

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Once the fire M/V dropped, people were pointing out Jennie’s dragon tattoo and trended it on Twitter, making edits and asking if it was real. They were shooked to see that it was even hidden too, starting from her lower stomach and then going down into her inner thigh. It looked sexy and something they were not expecting her of all people to have.

‘Jennie is your tattoo real!?’ she was spammed with questions on Twitter and Instagram.

She tweeted adding an emoji sticking out its tongue to tease the fans, ‘Curiosity killed the cat. Come and find out at your own risk.’

The reactions towards fire were insanely positive as Bangtan was trending and rising up the charts like wildfire. It was exciting and records and views were ranking up. But what was even more exciting was Jen watching these reaction videos from K-Pop reactors on YouTube and Instagram.

“I am telling YOU! I feel like G-Dragon, EXO, and whoever other idols she talks to had something to do with her because her stage presence and charisma for this music video are giving me goosebumps! Do you see my arms!?” one YouTuber yelled. “Whatever these idols are teaching this girl, they need to keep it going because she keeps getting better each comeback. This is crazy! My edges are gone, my face is cleared, and my grades are great! I am gay for Miss muthafucking Bangtan! She is that bitch! I cannot wait to see this live! And is her tattoo real!? Like got damn, I was not expecting her to be this LOUD! She is just GLOWING! Like I dunno what is going on behind closed doors but she just looks so happy and is having a blast. Jen, sis, you make me so proud~!”

Jennie smiled at that. She was glowing? That’s something she’ll never get tired of. She scrolled through Twitter to check out what fans were saying about her:

‘She is so cute!’

‘GLOWING! She is glowing! Look at her go!’

‘That NamJen moment thooooo! I ship!’

‘Go off!’

‘She better back it up!’

‘I’m living for this!’

‘MAKE JENNIE DJ AT BTS CONCERTS! #DJJENNIE4BTSCONCERT

‘BIHHHHH the facial expressions’

‘She said you a fire drill, I’m doneeeee’

‘The hair flips are giving me life!’

‘She is so extra, I love it ahahahaha’

‘She is killing it!’

‘Jen is going so hard during these dance moves, did she get whiplash?’

She chuckled at the comment. She did get whiplash a few times for being so extra while dancing but it was well worth it.

“No, they didn’t...” she said when she looked at the trending chart to see 'Jennie’s Legs' trending.

She read the comments with amusement:

‘Why did she hide her legs for so long!? They’re so toned!’

‘Choke me with your legs!’

‘Queen!’

‘Jen got a little thick and I’m here for it!’

‘My GOD!’

‘Ruining lives! She is continuously ruining lives!’

‘I’m in love!’

‘I’m straight...I’m straight...I think?? She’s making me question myself!’

‘WAIT! WAIT SHE JUST WALKED TO THE FRONT AND WENT HARD!’

Checking out more reaction videos, there was a group of male K-pop fans who looked like they were in their late teens and early 20s reacting to Fire. There was one guy specifically who was known for having a massive crush on Jennie and called her his bias. From the video, it looked like his name was Noah, as his friends would tease him and think of ship names for them. He was Caucasian and had on a Jennie shirt and BTS cap over his messy brown hair.

He seemed captivated as he stared with his mouth open slightly at her dancing. He looked so in love right now, it was astonishing to her how she could charm someone from her MV shots.

“Pause it for a second, oh my God, she is so beautiful!” Noah stared at the screen, shaking his head. “Wow...just wow.”

“You all right man?” one of his friends asked while laughing.

“Do you think she would date someone like me? She like white boys?”

That caused her to laugh as she continued to watch the video. This was too cute.

“She said she’s open to dating any race, remember?” one of his friends reminded him.

“All right, and BTS may be going to K-Con, right? I gotta meet her. Like I need to meet her in person.” Noah declared.

“You’re drooling my guy!” one of his friends laughed and nudged him. “Should we start planning a wedding? Buy her a ring? Hahah!”

As the video continued, Noah exclaimed, “You REALLY want me to watch her while she is looking like THIS? I’m a committed man, this is my wife right here. But I’m not gonna lie, I’m not sure if I can handle all that. She is so sexy.”

Some comments under the reaction video were teasing him for "wanting the chocolate" and that he looked like he was "ready to risk it all" which amused Jennie as she read them.

She thought it was cute of him to admire her like that. She was very flattered as she pondered if she was starting to get more people to speak out about their love and admiration for her. When she first debuted in BTS, she never thought she'd be anyone's bias. But as she continued to grow as a performer, more people began to fall in love with her and it touched her heart that she was called someone's bias.

Later that day, she decided to post a photo of her wearing the fire outfit that she took during filming with the caption,‘*Insert Jennie leg and thigh appreciation posts on Tumblr/Instagram/Twitter* #EXPOSED’ which made fans freak out.

With G-Dragon, he was in the dance studio with Big Bang. He had been watching the fire music video on his phone, mumbling to himself about how Jennie was improving.

“Is that the girl you were talking about?” Taeyang asked, checking out what he was watching.

“Yeah, that’s her. Jennie.” he smiled proudly.

“Wow! I’d like to meet her. I keep hearing you talk about her.”

“You’ll love her. She's a very gifted performer. I’ll see if I can schedule something.”

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Days before their comeback show, Jungkook had unfortunately started to get sick. It was so sudden and the company thought about having him sit out during their comeback show just so he can rest and get better. He had developed a fever and once Jen found out, she went straight to the store to pick up some items.

The protective mode of Jennie was on full blast as she came back to the dorm and went right to his room to help him. Whenever Jungkook was hurt or got sick, her focus was on him 24/7, doing everything she could to make him feel better.

Wetting a few small towels with cold water, she placed them in small plastic bags and let them stand in the freezer for a while to get nice and cold. It was a method her family used on her and her siblings when they suffered fevers.

“We need to work on strengthening your immune system,” she said, setting things up in his room.

Jungkook sat up on his bed and was handed a glass of cold water. Watching her turn her back to him to prepare the small towels, he downed the drink and placed the glass on his nightstand.

As soon as she turned back around, she saw the glass empty and looked bewildered. “You drank it that quick?”

“Yeah, it was good.” He grinned.

“Good, drink another glass.” she gave him the second glass and he downed it quickly.

“You always take care of me.” he smiled tiredly as she kneeled beside him on his bed.

“What can I say? I like taking care of you guys.”

“Can you just take care of me though? Not the other hyungs. Jimin hyung always likes to rub it in my face whenever you take care of him when he’s sick.”

“Kook, not this again.” she giggled.

“And did you really bake him those cookies that I like after his sickness was gone? What about me?”

“So, you want me to let them suffer?”

“Yes?”

“Absolutely not!”

A whine came out of him, making her laugh. “How are you feeling?” she asked.

“Horrible,” he complained. “Why does this have to happen to me now? And our comeback is in a few days but I have to sit out.”

“I know it’s frustrating but your health comes first. We all want you to just rest.”

“I can’t even kiss you...” he grumbled.

She placed a hand on his forehead and was startled to feel how hot his skin was. “Wow, you’re really hot,”

“I know.”

She narrowed her eyes at his giggle and cheeky grin. “Annoying. I need you to take off your shirt so I can cool you down.”

Once he complied, she made him lay on his stomach. Taking a cold towel out of the plastic bag, she placed it over his back, making him shiver slightly from the coldness hitting his skin. After a while, the sensation began to feel nice on his body as it helped cool him down. She resumed cooling him down a few more times and made him lay on his back to place another towel on his torso.

“My bad.” she smiled apologetically at his facial expressions of discomfort from the coldness.

“Don’t worry about it, Jagi. It’ll feel good after a while,”

After cooling him down, Jungkook remained persistent to get a kiss from her.

“Can I have a kiss?” he asked.

“You have a fever.”

“Please?”

“You’re sick.”

“Please?”

“Kook...”

“I love you.”

“Stop.” She tried to fight her smile.

“I love you~.”

“I love you too but I’m not kissing you.”

“Can we at least cuddle?” he pouted.

‘I hate it when he gives me that look, I can’t say no.’ she thought as she relented and got into bed with him.

Holding him, she watched him fall asleep quickly. Slowly running her fingers through his soft hair, she thought about how he didn’t feel as hot as before. The towels helped tremendously. She just hoped his fever would go away quickly.

“Ah, stop staring at him with those worried eyes. He’s going to be fine. He’ll bounce back quickly.” Hobi poked his head into the room, catching her attention.

“I wasn’t staring.” she felt her face heat up.

“Uh huh. Says the smitten munchkin. How is he doing?”

“The cold towels helped. He doesn’t feel as hot. As long as he keeps drinking water, taking medicine and I continue to cool him down, the fever should go away soon.”

“Good. I’m glad. Thanks for taking care of him. I’m happy the kid’s going to be okay. He’s in good hands because of you.”

She smiled at that. “Thanks, Hobi. I try,"

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emwritesfootball · 1 year

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Love to Hate You | Joe Gomez

Hiya - Would love a good old 'enemies to lovers' please if poss? One where you play for Everton women and hate everything to do with Liverpool..until you find yourself alone on a private jet with Joe Gomez as you're both flown to a photo-shoot for new England kit. Your mutual loathing is temporarily paused for some kinky in-flight entertainment as you induct him into the mile high club (with maybe a lil bit of spanking thrown in!)🤭🥵x

A/N: sooo, this turned out longer than expected. 1.6K of mile high sexy-times. Hope whoever requested this back in the day is still around. Enjoy xo

Warnings: teasing, loathing-to-lovers, spanking, blowjob, vaginal sex w/o a condom

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It was no secret how you felt about Liverpool. As a diehard Everton fan from birth who was now playing for Everton Women, it was only natural that you hated your rival team with a burning passion.

“Did you see Leah’s message?” Is the first thing your Everton and fellow Lionesses teammate Jess Park asks when you pick up her phone call.

“No, not yet.” You put the call on speaker as you swipe through all your message notifications until you get to the Lionesses group chat and see the unread messages.

Leah Williamson: Hey, ladies! Rumour has it our new kit is dropping next week and we’re to report to Wembley for a photoshoot on Friday

You scroll down through the replies from all our teammates, smiling at all of their predictable responses and adding one of your own.

“Apparently, it’s a shoot with the men, too, so you’ll have to try to hold back your disgust for the Liverpool players for one full day.”

You rolled your eyes but you knew Jess was right. “I’ll try my best but I’m not responsible if one of them starts something and I just happen to finish it.”

***

The week passed quicker than expected and you found yourself arriving at the airport for the flight the FA had chartered for you and some of the other players.

“Well, well, well, look who it is,” crooned a familiar voice, and you could feel the hairs on the back of your neck stick up as you turned to face Joe Gomez. “My favourite Everton player.”

“Gomez,” you seethed, giving him a glaring once-over. “I’d say it was lovely to see you again, but we both know that’s not true. Please tell me there are others joining us.”

Joe shook his head. “None from my end. Hendo’s been in London for the past few days and Trent managed to get himself out of this somehow. I don’t know about the Everton men, but with Dom out injured, he’s definitely not getting called up.”

“My teammate Jess should be here soon, and I know Liverpool women didn’t get any call-ups.” On cue, your phone pinged with an incoming message from Jess.

Jess: Sorry, woke up sick and can’t make it. Have fun and say hi to the girls for me!

You let out a sigh. “Well, there goes my friend. She’s sick, so it looks like it’s just going to be us.”

Joe made a sweeping gesture with his hand towards the stairs leading up to the chartered jet. “After you, m’lady.”

You decided not to argue with him as you boarded the plane, making sure to pick a seat farthest away from where he could possibly think to sit. Joe had other plans, though, taking the seat right across the aisle from you, grinning like the Cheshire Cat as he did so.

The flight attendant came round, handing each of you a glass of water and letting you both know that the flight would be a little under an hour and that the plane would be taking off shortly.

“So,” Joe began after taking a sip of his water and setting it down on the table, “anything exciting happen recently?”

“Like you care,” you snorted, pulling out your phone to send one last message to Jess.

You: Feel better! Wish you were here to save me from Joe Gomez - promise to bail me out of prison if I kill him?

Jess: Promise xx

“You’re right, I don’t. Just figured I’d make some idle chit-chat since we’re going to be stuck here for the next hour.” He paused, his gaze raking over your body to take you in. “You look good.”

You knew that was true, the extra hours of training you’d put into in order to make sure you got the call up to the Lionesses looking very good on your body, but you weren’t in the most flattering of clothes at the moment.

“Thanks.” You glanced over at him, trying to return the compliment. “You don’t look so bad yourself.”

Joe let out a laugh. “Just how much willpower did it take you to say that so sincerely?”

A smile tugged at your lips but you didn’t want to let it show. “Not as much as you would think, Gomez.”

“Please. Call me Joe.”

You pretended to ponder his request for a moment. “I’d rather not. Calling you by your first name implies that I feel something more for you other than contempt.”

He leaned into your personal space, a smirk on his lips that made you glance down at them for a brief moment. “I’m sure I can make you feel so much more than contempt if you’d let me.” Your name was a breathy sigh on his lips as he reached over and cupped your cheek, trailing his fingers down your face until he reached your neck.

“And why,” you swallowed hard, knowing he could probably feel your racing pulse under his fingertips, “would I do that?”

“You’re so tense and this photoshoot is supposed to be fun. Besides, I don’t kiss and tell. What we do - or don’t do - on this flight won’t ever be revealed to anyone.”

Your gaze searched his, briefly dipping down to his lips again. They were right there - so full and kissable, and you’d be lying to yourself if you hadn’t thought about it since he’d brought up the proposition minutes ago. “Promise?” You sucked in your bottom lip between your teeth, watching as Joe’s eyes tracked the movement and his pupils dilated.

“Promise.”

Ten minutes later, the plane had taken off and Joe had led you to the sofa part of the seating area. He sat down and spread his legs, motioning for you to stand in-between them. “Good girl,” he praised, his hand coming up to wrap around your wrist. “It’s a shame I’m going to have to punish you.”

“P-Punish me?” You hated that you stuttered at his words, but your racing heartbeat gave you away. “Why?”

“Why? For all the times you’ve been an absolute menace to me and I’ve let you get away with it, that’s why.” Joe looked up at you and smirked. “I’ve got at least twenty instances in the last year alone.”

Twenty. You knew you could be a dick - especially when it came to Joe and the other Liverpool players - but you didn’t think it had been that many.

You were so lost in thought you didn’t realize what was happening until Joe had yanked your wrist so that you went tumbling over his lap. He pinned you down and took your hands in one of his, the other rubbing circles over your ass. “Don’t squirm,” he ordered, landing one warning spank to your ass. “I plan to keep your joggers on, but if you’re going to be difficult, I have no problem taking them down along with your panties.”

Your stomach dipped in a mix of anticipation and adrenaline. “You really get off on this kind of thing, huh, Gomez?”

Your chuckle was interrupted with another smack to your ass and you let out a yelp. “No more than you are, love.” Another smack. “And you know to call me Joe.”

“Go to hell, Gomez.”

He rained down more slaps to your ass until you lost count. “Ready to be a good girl?”

You let out a groan. “Fuck you…Joe.”

“That’s a start.” He tugged down your joggers, letting out an appreciative whistle as he spied the panties you’d put on that day. His thumb ran over the soaked fabric and stopped at your clit, causing you to involuntarily moan as he pressed on the sensitive area.

“Done yet, Joe?”

“For now,” he hummed, releasing you and you stood back up, “but don’t think I won’t hesitate to put you back over my knee if you need it.”

You maintained eye contact with him as you sank to your knees, reaching for the waistband of his Liverpool-emblazoned joggers to free his cock. The sound he made had you feeling powerful as you worked your way up to slowly taking him in your mouth until you were gagging on his length.

Joe grabbed a fistful of your hair, guiding you as you worked him over with your mouth and hands. It was one of the dirtiest, sloppiest blowjobs you’d ever given, spurred on by his moans of pleasure.

“Alright, that’s enough,” Joe groaned, pulling you off his cock before you could make him cum. “I wanna see you cum all over my cock.”

Both of you rid yourselves of the rest of your clothes before you straddled him, your ass still stinging from your earlier punishment. Joe made sure to grab hold of your ass, adding pain to the pleasure he was about to elicit from you.

“Fuck, Joe,” you sank down on his cock, loving the way his girth stretched your walls and his length filled you up.

Your name was on his lips as you rode him and you buried your face in the crook of his neck as you came.

“That was…”Joe trailed off, trying to catch his breath.

“Yeah.”

“Feeling looser, princess?”

You let out a laugh as you climbed off of him, his cum dripping out of your pussy as you began to put your clothes on. “Something like that.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure we’re in a few photos together.”

You ignored the flutter in your stomach at his words, knowing that if a picture like that was used for the adverts, you’d forever have a reminder of today.

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borntoocry · 1 year

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𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬; 𝐩𝐭 𝟓

college Ellie au

part 5/?

pairing: Ellie williams x fem!latina oc

warnings: none, just a smidge of smut!

not prood read, yall know this... part 4

I woke up with an instant urge to throw up. My eyes shot open and all of the acid rumbling in my stomach through the night crept up my throat. I shot up and quickly looked around in search for a trashcan. It was sitting to my right and I grabbed it, shoving my head deep inside. I hadn’t thought about Sam, or the possibility of someone lying beside me, but as a cry spiraled out of me and echoed around my damp trashcan, I remembered I was in my dorm, with a roommate who might’ve been in the room, and a body weighing down my left side.

I didn’t remember a lot from the night before besides crying at my photoshoot with Jorge and drinking myself into oblivion. I didn’t remember coming back home, though. But as I turned my head to the left, fragments of how I returned seeped back into my brain. Ellie was who I called to pick me up, and Ellie was the one who helped me get into bed. Yet no recollection of making up was flooding back into my broken memory.

Ellie’s eyes were open wide, traveling around the bed and especially up at me seconds after I vomited out a lung. She didn’t smile and at first I wondered why, but as I sucked in a breath, I realized my face was contorted into a frown and a prickling set of eyebrows.

“Good morning,” she whispered, slowly pushing away the covers to sit up. I nodded but said nothing more, as I had thought we were still mad at one another. No one sober could talk an argument out with a heavily intoxicated individual. It would make no sense. “I see we’re mad.”

I nodded.

“Silent treatment too? Two-in-one I see,” she continued.

I shook my head. “I just threw up and every time I even think about opening my mouth, I want to throw up again so give me a—“

And I placed my head into my trashcan and threw up as much alcohol as I could. The weight next to me was lifted and returned with a water bottle waving around in front of my face.

Ellie took the trashcan away from me and took it to the bathroom. I could hear the water running for a couple of minutes, along with the sound of gags every other minute. I stared at the wall in a slightly drunken state, thinking about nothing one second and feeling bad for having Ellie the next. I didn’t want her being the one having to throw out my vomit—it was vile.

I slowly climbed out of bed and waddled to the bathroom. I pushed the door open and peeped my head in. I looked at her washing out my trashcan with a pair of gloves and an old sponge.

“You didn’t have to. It’s my throw-up, Ellie.”

She shrugged and placed the clean can on the floor. She sat down and placed her hands between her open legs. “It’s alright. You would’ve thrown up all over the bathroom and would take fucking forever cleaning up. I’d rather save you the trouble.”

“Well you were about to throw up yourself, so…”

“God, let’s just shut the hell up about… this. I will end up… fucking…”

“You can’t even say it now!” I exclaimed, as if seconds before I wasn’t questioning her presence.

“Yeah because it’s been said like fifty fucking times in the span of five minutes.”

“Okay,” I laughed. “We won’t say that word anymore.”

She nodded and helped herself up from the floor, grunting as she patted herself clean. She looked me up and down, searching for any cases of severe sickness. All I looked like, however, was a pale monster with purple eye-bags. I smelled of vomit, too.

“You alright?,” she asked, her body nearing mine and her hand lifting up to meet my shoulder.

I turned from her and looked down at her pale and veiny hand. If she smelled my breath she would have left and never looked back, so I whispered, “I’m dying but I’ll take a shower and see if it helps.”

She nodded and kissed my temple. “I’ll go buy you some greasy breakfast with a couple hangover remedies, alright. I’ll be back in a minute.”

I nodded and moved out of the way. I grabbed her arm at the last minute before her body fully entered the main room. “McDonalds?” I asked. She nodded. “Thank you.”

“We’ll talk when we get back, alright? I haven’t forgotten.”

When she left, I took off my clothes and hopped into my steaming shower. I stood underneath the running water for as long as I could, thinking about what I’d say to Ellie about the situation the day before. That I didn’t like Jorge—he wasn’t my type. I was a lesbian and even if I wasn’t, Jorge would never be my type. I scratched that and continued creating an imaginary list that ran as long as my hair did.

After fifteen minutes of steadily washing myself, I turned off the water and stepped out. The shower did little to nothing, but I no longer smelled of vomit.

I draped on my robe, washed my teeth and face, and held my stomach on the way out of the bathroom. A trail of steam followed me into the main room and I was instantly met with the smell of McDonald’s breakfast, a large Sprite, coffee, and an array of Pedialyte’s on my bed.

I huffed as I looked at Ellie and her stupid face. “I want to hate you so bad right now.”

She laughed and walked over to where I was—hovering over my desk where my clothes were draped over my chair. “Put some clothes on and meet me on your bed.”

I smiled at myself—a dumb smile that took over half of my face. A smile accompanied by hot scarlet blood smothering my face and dripping down to my feet. The blush swallowed me as I changed and I forgot all about the list I tried making in the shower. I was bound to screw up my words and give her a response that was beyond understandable.

I scurried across the floor with a heavy beating heart and crawled onto my bed, across from Ellie. I picked up the grape flavored Pedialyte and unscrewed it, gently sipping it like 90 year-old grandma. Ellie looked at me with sympathy, as if I was truly a sick bastard, not just a hungover nineteen year-old girl.

“You hungry?,” she asked.

I nodded and grabbed the greasy McDonald’s bag. I picked out a hash brown and brought it up to my lips, pushing my smile down as the grease clung to my lips. I was going to be a happy and sober person in a few hours and the thought was enlightening.

“We can eat before we talk?”

I shrugged. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go through another moment without speaking to her about our argument. It was severe and us waking up with one another, laughing, smiling, and eating seemed odd. I was yet to be given an explanation to how she woke up beside me and how I was able to get into her car is I was supposedly angry.

“I think we should talk before,” I said. “This situation has been weighing down on me and I just want to talk about it.”

She sighed and nodded. “Okay. Good. Where do we start?”

I sucked my lip into my mouth, trying to find both a place to start and words to accompany it. I only knew that I had to respond and soon, or else we’d be stuck in a silent room with cold food.

I sucked in a deep breath and said, “I’m sorry for what I said about Jorge and him sleeping with me. I didn’t mean it and I only said it out of anger. I know it made you mad and uncomfortable and I shouldn’t have said it but you have to understand that I was frustrated that you didn’t believe me when I said nothing was ‘special’ about our friendship.”

Ellie looked at me with eyes that seemed to get smaller as the seconds passed. There was a visible knot in her throat that bobbed about as I allowed my apology to seep in. She swallowed it down a short minute later and nodded.

“I’m sorry that I didn’t believe you,” she said, loud enough for me to hear but with a mousy tone that let me know she was just as scared as I was. “I trust you, Valeria, but I didn’t want you to leave me for Jorge. I didn’t know that you were lesbian and I didn’t want to assume, so my thoughts got the best of me. You never told me and I’m not saying you were obligated to, but I can’t lie and tell you that it wouldn’t have calmed the overthinking.”

I sighed and shut my eyes, dropping my aching head into my hands. “I should have told you, it was an important piece of information. I just thought that if I liked you, nothing else would matter. And to a certain extent, sexuality doesn’t matter, but I know that you’re strictly girls and the thought of someone you’re speaking to being interested in some guy is terrifying. The thought is there even if you trust the person. I understand and I should have thought about it. It’s just that coming out is scary, even if it is to someone you like. And even if that person is a gay girl.”

She chuckled. “No, I know. I’m sorry this got out of hand, Val. We should have talked it out before you left, it might’ve stopped you from getting drunk out of your mind.”

I laughed. “No it wouldn’t have, I would have still gotten drunk, I just would have invited you.”

“Agh,” she answered, “right. You fucker.”

I brought my hash brown up to my lips and ate it in less than a minute. I was hungry and hungover and as Ellie ate her food, I couldn’t fight off the horniness finding its way into my body. I was three h’s and the last H was not holy. She just looked so good—eating her food and sipping on her orange juice with only a white tank top and boxers. She had removed her pants, sometime within my dissociation as I put on my clothes. I was lucky I hadn’t noticed until now, or else I wouldn’t have talked our argument out, I would have just jumped her bones.

I ate my breakfast in silence. I watched Ellie watch me with the same lustful eyes I held. I could tell she was just as horny as I was, if not more. She was a horny being that ran on make-out sessions and boob fondling. I wasn’t quite ready to have sex, as it seemed like too much after barely finding my way out of the closet. It wasn’t only the thought of having sex with a girl, it was having sex in general. I had never had sex with anyone before, and coming out, unleashing my true inner character, changing my style to fit who I now was, kissing a girl and romantically speaking to her was more than I could take. So, I settled on making out with a little bit of boob fondling and humping. It was what I could handle.

Until now. I wasn’t sure if I was seeing through different eyes or feeling through a different body, but I wanted to do more than just grab her boob and have her kiss down to my chest, or push my hips down until she felt my throbbing cunt against her thigh.

“Mm?” Ellie hummed, pulling me out of my head. “You alright?”

I shrugged. I sipped on my Sprite and tried not to shred the straw with my teeth. “You look really good right now.”

She huffed with a smile piercing into her cheeks. “You think so? I look like I just got out of bed.”

“What’s bad about that? It’s a compliment.”

“You look great too,” she said in a low tone.

“Lying is bad, God doesn’t like sinners.”

Her eyes went wide, sarcasm already leaking from her pores. “Oh no! I’m a sinner,” she mocked. “I’ve been one my entire life, baby, I don’t give a shit about a little sinning.”

“Hm.”

“What?”

“You know what I heard about curing hangovers?”

“What?,” she asked.

“Having sex is a quick fix. Flushes out all the toxins or something,” I answered as I began crawling over to her, placing my drink on my desk before finding a place between her legs. She quickly set her orange juice down and grabbed my hips, encouraging me to keep going.

And I did. I grabbed her face in my hands and crushed my lips into hers. I nipped her lips and watched it spring back to normal with a deep sigh trickling out of Ellie’s mouth. One of her hands lifted up to my breast and she palmed it, earning a groan from my end. Her fingers twisted my nipple that seemed to pierce through my shirt. I was melting into her by the way my back arched and I began falling onto her. The simple twisting and pulling of my nipple had be wetter than a goddamn waterpark, how on earth could I handle her fingers inside of me?

Ellie caressed my hip and whispered into my ear, “C’mon princess, I have something else for you.” My breath shook and I sat up, moving my legs around so I straddled her thigh and my sweating face was in full view. She smiled and fiddled with the hem of my shirt. “Can I take this off?,” she asked.

I nodded. She instantly pulled off my shirt, throwing it onto the mattress, as far from us as possible. Her hands roamed my thighs and hips, up my skin and along my breasts. My breath hitched and Ellie could tell—her low chuckle sounded like drums in my ears.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” she whispered. She pulled me closer to her and pressed her lips onto my abdomen. I sucked in as much air as I could in one second. I couldn’t believe her lips were on my stomach, caressing my skin like a satin sheet. Her tongue slid across the expanse of my stomach and lingered underneath my breast. “I’m going to eat you up, Val, I swear. You are so… so…”

“Cat got your ton—“

Her lips encapsulated my nipple and I let out a harsh moan. I doubled over and placed my hands into her hair, pulling as much as I could. She moaned onto my breast, the vibrations rattling through my core. I was biting down onto my lip as best as I could, but the moans threatening to come out were beating me to pieces.

“You fucker,” I rasped as she twirled her tongue around my nipple. “You think this is so funny, huh?”

“Mhm,” she said with a pop. She pulled me down so my cunt was rubbing against her bare thigh. “You wanna be smart, so I’ll give you a reason not to be.”

I placed my thumb on her chin, jutting it upward so I could take a look at her throat. I planted my lips onto her throat and sucked. Between kisses and licks and sucks, I said, “You’re only giving me more reasons to fight with you.”

“Oh yeah?” She asked.

“Mhm,” I answered. This motivated her to push my hips down and urge me to move my body along her thigh. I answered with the moving of my hips and the pressing down of my cunt against her. I bit down on my lip and silently moaned. “Fuck,” I would say between movements, “I need these off right now.”

“Then get up baby, let me take them off.”

I stood up and let Ellie pull both my shorts off. But as soon as my shorts hit my thighs, a rattling doorknob echoed through the room. I almost screamed. Sam was back and I was topless and in a pair of underwear.

“Is it Sam?” Ellie whispered.

I nodded and lifted up my shorts. Ellie pulled me into her as she reached over to get my shirt and once she did so, she plopped me onto the mattress and helped me pull it on.

The door pushed open and Ellie and I tried to act as normal as possible. Sam looked at me first, then at Ellie. “I didn’t know you had friends.”

“Yeah,” I muttered. “I have two.”

She nodded. “I’m Sam,” she told Ellie.

“I’m Ellie,” she answered. “It’s nice to meet you.”

Sam walked to her side of the room and settled down. “Are you guys going to be here all day?” She asked. No rudeness seeped out of her words, one curiosity. Yet Ellie wanted to speak up.

“We might, does that bother you?”

Sam stopped packing and looked over at us. “Just asking, Ellie. I might be gone again in a few, just wanted to know if I could come back with my boyfriend for the night without interrupting anything.”

Ellie looked over at me and I shrugged. She returned to Sam and said, “We’ll be gone when you come back. She’ll probably be back on Monday.”

“Cool.”

“You’ll probably be seeing more of her,” I quipped.

“Cool,” Sam said again. “Is she your girlfriend or something?”

“We’re talking,” I answered quickly. Ellie pinched my thigh and I smiled. It felt good telling someone other than Jorge that I was talking to Ellie.

Sam nodded. “I didn’t know you were gay. That’s cool.”

“Thanks.”

I looked over at Ellie and dropped my head onto her shoulder. She pinched my side and patted over my legs. “I liked that,” she whispered with a laugh. “Now let’s go to my dorm to finish what you, miss, started.”

#ellie williams tlou #ellie williams x reader #thou part 2 #ellie willaims #lesbian #lesbian romance #x reader #ellie tlou #ellie williams fic #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams x oc #ellie williams x you #the last of us fic

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— Jiminie Face Off —

a.n : hii ! my first writing after so long .. tbh i feel so rusty, so i apologize if this story isn't any good and just meh. i lost touch to my writing hejsjdjks anyway you all must have know already that this based on jimin's last live. ( i hope he's feeling well already :(( ) anyway .. enjoy !

"Do we still have schedule after this?", Jimin asks as soon as he finished changing his clothes—throwing himself to the couch, closing his eyes, as his hand weakly move to remove his eyeshadow and eyeliner , at the same time still trying to catch his breath and calmed down the adrenaline that's rushing in his body after the recording. His head pounds rhytmically to his heartbeat.

"No .. we're done for today", The manager cleared it, gaining a hum from the artist. "Are you okay, Jimin-ssi?"

"Mhm", Jimin slowly pushed himself up, with a low groan, as his muscles starts to ache. He really pushed himself hard the last few days. Good thing today is the last schedule of his promotions. "Can we go home now?", he asked, blinking rapidly to refocused his sight.

Why is the room spinning a little?

"Yes yes, we can"

The manager stood up from his seat on the couch next to Jimin, holding out a hand for Jimin to take. It takes him few seconds before he finally takes it, standing up on his own two feet. The world was spinning again. He squeezed his eyes shut once more, leaning his forehead as he gently massaged it—can't help a low whimper escapes his mouth.

“Jimin-ssi .. what's wrong?”, the manager asked, concerned. Jimin shakes his head, pressing his lips together.

“No no .. it's fine, just stood up too fast“, he mumbled, not looking at the other man. The manager nods in understanding and guides them to the parking lot of the building.

Jimin leaned on his seat when the security opened the car door for him, immediately closing his eyes yet again—feeling exhaustion hits on him in a full blast. His body starting to hurts—as he plans to catch a good few minutes nap until he arrived to his apartment. It's an hour and half drive anyway, that's good enough to sleep.

He could feel a small headache starting to build at the back of his skull. He sighs deeply, bringing his hand to massage around his temple, feeling the car starts moving. He makes a mental note to take medicine as soon as he arrived—preventing it to become a full blown migraine that he should have seen it coming after working himself to exhaustion.

He has been on it for a month full, without a break if he thinks about it. Completing the album, prerecording then and there, photoshoots, etc etc. Truthfully speaking, it wasn't that hard. Just in some days like this, when everything is almost over, it dawned on him—like his body finally let it to get loose. And he knows he gonna fall sick sooner or later. It always been like that for him.

The manager didn't say much on their drive. It doesn't surprise Jimin in anyway. They were used to such silences between each other—the driver was just too focused on driving to really talk. Sometimes the silence will stretch, sometimes they'd be having some quiet conversations but mostly, it's just a silent ride. Jimin usually can't stand it—most of days he attempt to make few conversation, either it's about his schedule, or asking about his manager's children. Even it didn't last long, they still have talked. Anything. But now he's grateful at his manager silent demeanor. He's just exhausted, mentally and physically drained. He's not sure if he can let out anything other than groan or a whine.

Jimin had no idea where are they right now and how long it have been, when the familiar nausea creeps onto his stomach. He groans quietly, as his hands moves from his head to clutch at his stomach—his breathing getting shallow as he gulps the bile that starts rising in his throat. He tries to breathe evenly and slowly through his mouth—remembering his doctor instructions, while cursing himself to overestimated his motion sickness—hoping it'll keep it away. He didn't want to accept defeat and vomit right now. That would just be embarrassing.

"Hyung", He croaked out after taking 5 consecutive deep breaths, but get a futile results as saliva keeps filling his mouth. Making his tongue thicker and bland. It's uncomfortable.

He squints his eyes, as the light from the outside becomes too bright for him. "Yes? Do you need anything?", the manager said, turning around to look at him. Jimin blinked his eyes, "Do you have mint candy?", He tried to hide a grimace when another wave hit his guts, forcing him to bite his lower lip to keep his lunch in bay.

His manager—has been working too long for him— frowned. Knowing that the question usually meant nothing good. "Are you feeling sick?", he inquired, voice laced with worry as he rummages over his bag, and hands the artist few candies.

Jimin quickly plops one to his mouth, and taking a deep breath. Letting the fresh minty and sweet flavor filling his mouth to battle against the bland one. There was no point to lie, since the manager knew him that well anyway. "Just a bit", he muttered under his breath. "It's fine"

"Want water?", Jimin shook his head, the thought of drinking making his stomach swirls and bloated. "I will just sleep, wake me up if we're arrived", he whispered, and he heard the older sigh heavily. "Okay"

It didn't take long for him to fall asleep—but also didn't take long to stir awake as nausea looming again. Harder this time. He purses his lips, tried his best to sit up—but the motion made his head spin even more. He took a deep breath and try to ignore the painful throbbing behind his eyes as his heart started pounding erratically against his chest. He felt like he's going to throw up.

Jimin squeezed his eyes again as he pressed his fist against his lips. Trying his hardest to stay calm and collected, taking a few controlled deep breath. But the car isn't stopping yet and with his half awake state—his body reacts faster than his brain. Before he could hold it, a burp that he wants to let out, turns wetter than expected, followed by something burning his throat. He can feel the hot, sour liquid traveling up.

Jimin gasps, quickly tighten his hand around his mouth, as he sits up straight. A wave of nausea hit him when he tries to swallow the bitter taste. He sucked a deep breath.

It feels like he's locked in.

He is dizzy, nauseous, and his stomach clenching painfully. "Hyung?" His words came out muffled due to the grip around his mouth. His manager turned towards him, startled when he sees the younger. He didn't need anymore words, quickly rummaging the dashboard and fetch a plastic bag that they keep for time like this. He quietly swats it open and hands it to Jimin. Jimin shakily takes it, holding it against his mouth, trying his best to hold himself as his vision is already blurry from all the movement of the car.

"Do you want us to pull aside?", The latter speaks carefully. He didn't get an answer—but a quiet moan followed with a burp, and sounds of puke comes to the bag. He winces, then instructing the driver to pull aside as he could hear a new gag from the younger.

A tear ran down his face—"Jimin-ah"

Jimin feels awful. His stomach aches badly as the sickness continues climbing higher. He feels like throwing up over and over and sobs. He hates being sick—feeling the pain in his muscles and back from the long hours he put in adding to the cramps, as his stomach contracts again, sending more of his lunch up to the bag. Putting more weight of everything inside to the mix.

It's awful.

"Here", his manager says, handing a bottle of water which Jimin gratefully takes, taking a small hesitant sip as he could feel his stomach still upset on him actually. He barely aware the weight of the bag has gone from him when the manager quietly takes it. His head is too fuzzy to process anything. "Feel better?", the older asks again, taking the bottle as Jimin hands it to him, slumping over the seat.

He didn't even realized the car has stopped. He weakly lift his head, still hesitant to let go the bag as his manager open the door, letting the fresh air come rushing in. "You want to come out?"

Jimin is not sure if he can stand up right now, so he settles facing outside with still holding the bag tightly, as a new wave of vomit comes rushing up his throat. He coughed and gagged a couple of times before his inside calmed down.

"Yeah". Jimin murmurs, closing his eyes. "Thank you hyung". He feels the manager patting his back softly, before he ushered the younger in and hears his door close again.

When Jimin opened his eyes for the second time, the car has stopped. "Jimin-ah, we're arrived", the older informs, and Jimin hums, rubbing his eyes and yawns as the exhaustion hit him again. "Do you need my help?"

Jimin looks up at his manager with a small smile on his face, "No, thanks hyung. I got it. Go home. Have a good night", he said with a little tired voice.

"Alright", the manager replies with a small nod. "Call if you need anything"

Jimin gave him a small nod before pushing himself off the seat. "Thank you," he says, bowing a little, before the car drive off. He sighs, dragging his body up to his unit, still feeling dizzy as his eyes are a little clouded from sleep. He reaches his floor and enters the room, immediately collapsing on the couch. He falls into it, not bothering to take off his shoes, jacket, or even cleaning up before lying down. Closing his eyes.

He's not sleepy, but he's just too tired and worn out to care about anything. And the pain behind his head and the nausea hasn't gone too. Not even slightly.

He lays down like that for awhile, starting to feel his muscles relaxing, despite there's still cramps then and there. He looked at the clock, it's already 9—and he hasn't eat dinner. He's tempted to skip it and just go to his room to sleep. But there's this lingering hunger in him, as he already let out all of his lunch and maybe even breakfast earlier in the car. He needs to eat something. He huffs, can't help a loud whine that escapes his lips, as he pushes himself to clean up and find something to eat.

He finishes the food in no time, ditching the dishes for him to clean up in the morning, and retreats to his room. Throwing himself up to the bed with ease. He closes his eyes, and lets out a slow heavy breath.

There's only ramyeon. And some egg, that's enough as a complimentary. It wasn't a lot, but its food nonetheless. As he starts eating, he notices that his appetite hasn't gotten any better—even though he's hungry and doesn't have an option but to eat. But he can't really focus. His head feels heavy and he has never felt more tired.

He needs to sleep. No. He wants to sleep.

He's tired. Just...really tired. He feels his whole body slowly drifting off. Maybe sleep will come soon. His hand reaching his forehead, as he rubs at his temples. His entire body is sore and he can feel all the pains from the day weighing upon him. He curls himself small, tucking the blanket up high under his chin as he rests on his side and drifts to dreamland, feeling warmth seeping through his body.

***

Jimin know he's sick and fucked right then when he stirs awake in the middle of the night—if the darkness of his room is a right indicator—feeling a prickle burn all over his body, but his hands and feets are freezing cold as he curls it further up. He can barely breathe with his nose clogged up. His throat itch but coughing making him nauseous. His muscles aches especially around his neck areas, and his stomach .. the worst of it all—churns painfully. It feels like his guts lodged up around his diaphragm, in his middle, but also filling around it with gas that makes him feel bloated. Jimin whimpered softly.

He huffs when he suddenly feels like he'll vomit anytime soon, feeling a tightness in his chest and the knot tightening, as he feels his stomach twist and turn in protest. He coughs harshly once, trashing his arm to cover his mouth and nose. His dinner was making a jump to the back of his throat.

It feels like he's in the car all over again. Like someone shaking his bed, swaying it left and right, and spins it as nausea batted at him wave by wave. He keeps on rubbing and control his breathing—the thought of waking up and search for something, medicines, or even just candy ; slips through his mind, but he's too dizzy and weak to actualized it— hoping that this simple act could subside the waves of nausea that crash inside him.

He tries to turn to his back, but finds the sudden movement is causing more discomfort and make the headache worse. With a gasp and a low groan, he tries to relax against his pillows. It's awful.

He shifts again, while trying his best to keeping his stomach in bay. He sneaks his cold ice hands under his shirts, and bites the urge to curse as he feels it gurgle beneath his palm. With a wince, he moves his palms in circle motion, careful to not give too much pressure as he's currently trying not to throw up all over his own sheets.

He's tired. Tired enough to finally give in to sleep and allow himself to drift off to unconsciousness for a little while.

And it does. It takes time but it does.

After few harsh wave that sending him gagging all over his palm—threatening ramyeon he just ate to come up. Slowly but surely, the nausea disappears. He stops shifting, letting his hand rest on his stomach—which still feels heavy and tight, but now less painful.

***

The second time he stirs awake, Jimin assumed he already got enough sleep—if again, the faint sounds of bird and a dimness in his room is anything to go by. But he didn't get to ponder over what time is it or even think where his phone is like he usually did if he wake up, as he already got his mouth full and his hand gripping tightly around it. Brain screaming at him to run run and run, as he tries to untangles himself from the blanket, almost hitting the floor in the process as his dizziness hasn't easing up and standing up too fast is not helping his case.

He barely register anything when he throws himself over the toilet, and hear a splash of mouthful of sick hitting the bowl. He blinks. Taking a deep breath before curled over the toilet with gag, trickles of his dinner flowing freely from his mouth. He shuddered as it burns with the taste of spice. But he didn't get to whine when he burps, then the floodgates opening as a thick stream of undigested noodles plops into the toilet.

Jimin grimaces, squeezing his eyes as tears prickling over it with the horrible sensation filling all his senses. He pants, spitting the thick saliva that dangles over his lower lips, before caught on a deep belch, and a bigger stream coming up and splattering all over the rim of the bowl. He pulls his hand away, coughing hard afterwards and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, wiping away the tears running down his cheeks, the stench of sickness wafting through the bathroom.

He groans, shifting on his heels to get more comfortable as he knows this gonna be a long one. He drag himself to sit straighter before his breath hitched with a sour burp, that continued with deep, strong heaves—pushing all his dinner to come out, mouthful after mouthful, until his stomach was painfully empty and only discolored liquid gurgled up his throat.

Sighing, he drags himself up, ignoring the way his muscles burn and complaint with each movement he makes. He takes two steps towards the sink, turning on the tap before swirling some water into his bitter taste mouth, and throwing it away. He turns off the faucet and looks at himself in the mirror. His face still wet with sweat and red from the fever that still burning on his skin. His hair is sticking to his forehead and his eyelids. His whole person looks terrible as he stares back at his reflection.

By the time he's done, he barely have any energy to flush the mess and clean up himself as he feels weak. He sniffles.

Everything hurts.

With the last remaining energy he had, he curled himself back into the blanket—know well that his fever spikes up yet another notch. He shuts his eyes, and lets himself fall back to sleep.

***

Jimin grunts loudly, as there's a loud ringing—that he knows coming from his phone— that wokes him up. His room is no longer dim, but full of brightness as sunrays seeping through the curtain. He squints his eyes, the bright light piercing them as he tries his best to open them wider. There's an ache in his head too, probably caused by how his body kept tossing and turning throughout his sleep. He groans again, rolling to his side. His body aches, protesting as he tries to move. He pats his bed blindly, wanting to navigate where his phone is.

The ringing doesn't stop and he opens his mouth as his voice comes out hoarse and scratchy, sounding as rough as the sand in an hourglass after being thrown against a stone and repeatedly hit. "What."

"Oh my god, you're finally awake!" Hoseok's cheerful voice filters through the speaker.

"Mhm", Jimin hums, his brain coming empty with the response.

"Let's go out for lunch! Hyung will pay. There's this restaurant that hyung want to try—", Jimin tunes out as his hyung loud voice continues on, talking about food.

His eyes slowly adjust to the light that streams in through his curtains. "Hyung .. i can't", Jimin mumbles weakly when Hoseok stops on the other side.

"Why? Do you have any promotions left?"

" 'm sick", Jimin replies simply, wincing as his voice cracks from dehydration.

"What?!"

All Jimin remembers were Hoseok's loud gasps, he hang up the phone, and he fall asleep again.

He awakes to a banging sound of his apartment door along with the buzzing of his phone. Jimin's eyes flicker open, adjusting themselves to the bright light streaming in. He blinks rapidly, trying to adjust to the sunlight. His vision is blurry. He blinks again.

Everything is fuzzy. Too blurry. But there's someone that waiting at the door, and he should open it to make the banging stop.

He tries to push himself to sitting position, but his body immediately gives up on him; collapsing on the bed as everything swirls around his mind. He groaned, closing his eyes as he tries to focus his gaze somewhere else. It took him another few minutes before he could stand on his wobbly feet, and slowly tracing the walls to keep himself steady as he walks to the door.

"Hobi hyung?", Jimin croaked, his throat scratchy and dry and raw. He cleared it roughly, making it hurt.

"Why—", he's interrupted by a familiar shriek. And the next thing he knows, there are arms around him, and then palms all over his flushed cheeks and forehead as the older fusses over him. "Oh my .. Jiminie .. you're really sick", Hoseok mumbles, worry laced with panic in every words. He holds him close, his palms still pressed onto Jimin's cheeks as Jimin leans against him, and closes his eyes again. It felt warm. It's safe. And he's warm. "I know"

Hoseok shrieks, chattering as he guides him and the younger inside, "How long have you been sick? Have you eat anything? Why don't you call hyung?"

Jimin gulps at the concern. He presses his fingers faintly to his lips as liquid creeping up—"Hyung", Jimin mumbles, tugging the older sleeves to slow down his pace as he halts on his. Hoseok stops his rants about what he's going to make and to do to take care of the younger. "Yeah?"

"Bathroom", Jimin whispers. Feeling nausea licking the back of his throat, and he's pretty sure its bile.

A look of understanding flashes across Hoseok's face, "I'll take you." He grabs Jimin's arm, gently leading him towards the bathroom—and rub his back along with massaging the younger tense nape as he jerks out tons of water the moment they stepped into the bathroom. When he's finished, Jimin slump against Hoseok's chest, breathing heavily as he's still shaken up from the previous bout of nausea. "Here," the older says, placing the small bottle of water on his chest, "Drink up."

Jimin scrunched his face, "I will throw it out again"

Hoseok nudges the bottle toward him, "Take a small sips, Jiminie, slowly. You're dehydrated", he coaxed quietly, rubbing the younger's shoulder. "And let's rest on the couch? Or do you want to go to your room? I will make something for you to eat. I bring medicine too"

Jimin huffs, nodding along. His brain is too fuzzy to argue or make any comment. He just know the feeling of relief that flood his body—that his ex-roommate is here. And he's not alone.

"Hyung ..", Jimin calls out as he curls on the couch, listening to the clattering of pan and plates from the kitchen. "Hm?", Hoseok hums a bit loud. "Are you okay, Jimin-ah?"

"Mhm .. hyung .. you're staying, right?"

#bts sickfic #bts emeto #tw emeto #tw vomit #sick!jimin #caretaker!hoseok

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