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gimmeurtmi · 1 year

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backstage — lee know

pairing: lee minho x fem!reader

tags: established relationship, dom/sub dynamic, mc!lee know, fluff, smut!!!🔞

warnings: swearing, dom!minho, boyfriend!minho, minho shows off reader (in a non-sexual way), dirty talk, thigh riding, unprotected sex, finger sucking, exhibitionism as a fantasy and is talked about a lot, use of "good girl", "whore", "slut", some light degradation, praising, jewellery as consent signals, kink negotiations, lmk if i forgot any!

inspo: i saw too many gifset of lee know on music core. plus @lino-nyangi's posts about exhibitionist!minho

notes: i got carried away. again. let's just from now on always assume i'm gonna get carried away when it comes to minho. thanks. also i wrote this on my laptop so it's actually written normally lmao. this won't be consistent i'm sorry.

{ wc: 8676 }

A few weeks ago Minho promised you he’d take you with him to record MusicCore. You were a fan of the show before Minho joined it, and ever since he secured a job as an MC you begged him week after week to let you come with him.

Today was finally the day the stars aligned, and your schedule allowed you to come with him. Minho was very clear that you could only come if you were there to support him from the morning until he was done, something about how it would be unfair of you to leave him alone in the middle. So when you had some time off, and Minho was preparing to record, he surprised you with a lanyard attached to a card that said Full Access: Guest of Lee Min Ho on it.

You were gonna frame it after today.

So when you got up in the morning, thirty minutes before your alarm, you made sure to spend some extra time styling your hair and perfecting your makeup. It wasn’t like you were going there to impress anyone—but stepping into the studio of MusicCore felt like a fancy event, and you needed to dress accordingly.

Minho grumbled from behind you as he woke up—he only got home at three in the morning after practicing for his stage all night—searching for you next to him.

“Jagiya,” he mumbled, eyes still shut, “where are you?”

“I’m here, my love,” you announced from your chair in front of the vanity.

“C’mhere,” he mumbled, plopping his head back into his three pillows. You quickly followed his orders, crawling back into the bed, making sure not to touch the white pillows before you had a chance to set your foundation.

“What time is it?”

“Eight thirty,” you checked your phone quickly.

“Why did you leave me?” He whined, wrapping his arms around you.

“I couldn’t keep sleeping knowing where we’re going,” you grinned. Minho smiled softly, his eyes still closed.

“You’re excited?” He asked, unwilling to open his eyes just yet, knowing he had ten more minutes to stay in bed still.

“I’m so so excited! It’s gonna be such a good show, show, show!” You recited, causing Minho to chuckle at you.

It was then he opened his eyes finally, rubbing them slightly before he took a moment to look at you.

“Holy shit,” he let out after a few rapid blinks.

“What?”

“You’re gorgeous,” his grip on you tightened, pulling you closer.

“You didn’t know that before?” You asked, feigning offence at his shocked face.

“Of course I knew that,” he nudged his head into your shoulder, “it’s just a bit overwhelming seeing it first thing in the morning.”

“Well, you’re gonna be seeing this gorgeous face all day,” you smirked.

“I’m so lucky,” he concluded before kissing your neck softly. “We’re gonna walk up to every crew member there and make sure they know you’re my girlfriend.”

“Oh, yeah? You wanna show me off today?” You smirked at him.

Innocently, Minho mumbled a small ‘yes’ your way, unaware of the thoughts in your brain. It was too early to bring in such inappropriate thoughts to the conversation, but maybe you couldn’t help but think about that little thing you and Minho agreed upon a few months ago.

Neither of you liked the idea of doing anything inappropriate in public—but sometimes, when Minho talked to you, he’d mention things like that. And sometimes, it got you so horny he could get away with saying a lot of things.

To make sure both of you were comfortable with these kinds of things, you agreed on wearing certain things to let him know how you were feeling. When you wanted him to go hard, it was the red ring he bought you. When you wanted him to only praise you, it was the butterfly earrings you found at the old market place on your third date. And when you wanted him to mention these kind of things, play along to the fantasy that you two were going to do things in front of others, you wore the gold necklace he got you with a small M dangling off it.

Minho also knew you were completely happy with him ignoring those signs as well—as you both needed to want it for it to be enjoyable—so you knew you could wear it today even if he didn’t want to indulge you.

It sat beautifully above your collarbones and honestly, it brought the whole outfit together nicely. You might have to ask Minho to change the sign to a different necklace, as the more you looked at it the more you wanted to wear it every single day.

Minho didn’t comment on it, you weren’t sure he even noticed it, as he stepped out of the shower and started getting ready for his day. The pair of you had a quick breakfast, Minho making sure to kiss your lips when you were done, and then call a car to get you to the studio.

You squealed excitedly at him as you saw the studio coming into view—your previous thoughts from the morning forgotten as they were replaced by butterflies instead.

Minho was a very talented MC, you always told him that, and the reality of getting to see him record was finally starting to set.

“Thank you so much,” you said as your boyfriend laced your fingers together, walking you towards the entrance to the studio.

“Why are you thanking me?” He shrugged at you before smiling at the receptionist and offering her a small bow. You followed suit, watching as Minho signed in on the sheet and made small talk with her.

“Are you her?” She asked timidly, watching as you signed your name on the guest sheet.

You looked at Minho in question, unable to ignore the way his ears turned pink.

“The girlfriend,” she added, pointing at your interlocked hands.

“Oh, yeah,” you smiled, “I’m Y/N.”

The pair of you bowed at each other before she spoke up again, “Lee Know doesn’t stop talking about you. Every week he tells me something else sweet about you.”

“Does he?” You exclaimed, your eyebrows raising as Minho simply refused to look at your questioning gaze.

“You are very pretty,” she complimented. “I hope you two stay very happy.”

“Thank you,” you smiled widely at her. “Have a lovely day.”

“I’m never telling you anything again,” Minho joked at her, before he dragged the pair of you away and deeper into the studio.

“Min?” You questioned once you were alone, “since when do you talk about me?”

“What do you mean?” He said, adjusting his hair slightly to make sure his now red ears weren’t on display.

“No one has ever said something like that to me at JYP,” you point out. It wasn’t that Minho wasn’t affectionate towards you, you were showered with it, but never in front of people. You’ve met a lot of his colleagues and even stayed with him for a week during their world tour, and no one has ever reacted that way towards you before.

“She’s just very nice, is all,” he dismissed.

You nodded, dismissing it as well. You knew your boyfriend very well, and he was a private kind of person. You couldn’t imagine him walking up to reception in the morning and telling her all about you—it just didn’t seem like Minho. He was only that way with a select few people, so you assumed perhaps this colleague of his fell under that category, too.

It was probably nothing.

Minho explained what each room was as you walked past it, that one was Minju’s dressing room and that one was the wardrobe department and that one was the backup dancers room and that was a guest room. Then, after climbing a few stairs, you reached it.

The door had ‘Lee Know’ written across it with a blue star.

“And this is mine,” he smiled, opening the door before gesturing for you to go in first.

As you walked in, your hand fell from his as both your hands came up to hide your gasp.

“What is that?” You asked, referring to the huge vase full of flowers.

“I don’t know,” Minho said, walking up to it. “I didn’t put it here.”

You walked over to it, found a little card hanging off the yellow roses and opened it.

“Dear Y/N,” you read out loud, giving Minho a look. His eyebrows frowned heavily, and you knew that if he wrote it he would’ve just smirked instead. You kept reading. “We are so excited to meet you. We hope you enjoy your first day here. Kindly, Jinho and Mihi.”

“Oh my god,” Minho groaned, sitting down on the couch with a huff.

“Who are they?”

“The makeup artists,” he said, rubbing his eyes. “They stole my moment!”

“What moment?”

“Look behind the flowers,” he was whining, clearly unimpressed by the amount of attention you were getting. How did the makeup artists even know you were coming—and why were they excited to meet you?

You walked behind the flowers, far too big to see anything hidden behind them, and found a box there. You opened it to see inside a bag of your favourite snacks, a polariod camera, and Leebit. A small card sat next to it.

“Dear Y/N,” you read, chuckling out loud. “Thank you for coming today and I hope it’s as beautiful as you imagined it would be. Please cheer loudly for me when you see me on stage and take lots of pictures to remember it! I finally got you the Leebit you wanted, so you’ll blend in nicely with the rest of the Stays. I love you. Min.”

Minho’s face was in his hands, his ears still incredibly red.

“Baby,” you sighed, picking up the bunny plushie and holding him close to your chest. “This is so incredibly sweet.”

“You were supposed to see it later when I was busy and be moved by how amazing your boyfriend is,” he sighed.

“I am moved,” you made sure to tell him, making your way over to where he was sitting.

“The flowers are so much nicer though,” he complained, letting out a loud whine at the end of his sentence.

“The flowers are very nice, but only my amazing and considerate boyfriend could give me something like this.”

You leaned over to kiss his cheek, ignoring the urge to tease him about how warm his face was. “And I finally have my Leebit!”

“Yeah,” he chuckled, playing with the bunny’s tail, “I had to beg the merch team for it. They’re in very high demand.”

“I can imagine,” you chuckled. “Come on,” you urged him to stand up in front of the mirror with you, “we need to debut the polariod camera!”

You quickly unpacked the camera and pointed it at the reflection, telling your boyfriend to come over and join you.

Minho rolled his eyes at you but wasted no time in wrapping an arm around your waist and inching his head closer to you. With a cute smile on both your faces you snapped the picture, a happy dance following your movements as you waited for the photo to print.

“Thank you for this,” you said softly at him, “and thank you for bringing me and everything.”

“Anything for you,” he said sincerely, leaning down and kissing your lips softly. “Would you have enjoyed it more if the flowers were from me?”

You laughed at him, shaking your head as you waited for the picture to develop.

“You know I like your thoughtful gifts more than flowers. Flowers are nice, but you always think hard about what you buy me,” you smiled at him, kissing his cheek softly.

Minho nodded at that, pleased enough with your answer, before he walked over to his table and looked over the script sat there.

“I need to go over this,” he said, guesting at the pages in his hand. Minho warned you before you came that shooting involved a lot of work and he won’t have too much time to spend with you—but you were content with that. You had your phone with you and a book, you could entertain yourself without his help.

“Okay. Can I go find the makeup artists and thank them?”

“Sure,” Minho smiled, “call me if you get lost.”

You nodded at him, kissed his lips one last time, and grabbed your new camera and your plushie with you—ready to explore the halls where they filmed one of your favourite shows.

You remembered enough about Minho’s little tour to navigate without too much nervousness, quickly finding the door that said ‘makeup’ on it.

It was open, the sound of people talking coming from inside and you knocked lightly on the door.

“Hello,” you said politely, bowing to the strangers. “I’m looking for Jinho and Mihi.”

“Yes?” one of the women said, looking at you up and down. After a few moments her eyes settled on your face, taking in your hightlights and lipstick. “Your makeup is fantastic!”

“Thank you,” you smiled, knowing there was no bigger compliment than a professional admiring your work. “I just wanted to say thank you for the flowers and welcoming me today.”

Once you said those words, the woman looked at the bunny in your hand, and you could almost see the penny dropping in her mind.

“You’re Y/N!” You nodded. “Oh!”

The pair of them hugged you, smiling widely as they each introduced themselves to you.

“We’ve heard so much about you!” They chuckled, “every time Lee Know sits in that chair he does not stop talking about you. He’s either talking about that or we’re exchanging recipes.”

You laughed, imaging your boyfriend trying to explain his latest food experiement to the women in front of you.

However, you couldn’t just breeze past the fact he was sharing things with them, too. You knew his makeup artist in JYP was very close to him, too, as it was more than awkward to just sit in front of someone for twenty minutes without saying a thing—but she never said anything like that to you. Your nail tech knew all about Minho, but you were known for sharing things with people with ease. Minho was not.

“May I ask,” you dared, “what kind of things does he say?”

“Oh, nothing bad of course,” they thought to reassure you, “Lee Know is very protective of you it seems. He cares about you a lot.”

You smiled, “yeah, I care about him, too.”

The pair awwed in unison. “They’re too sweet!”

“It’s just… Minho doesn’t really talk about these things with a lot of people.”

They laughed at you, their eyebrows knitted together. “What do you mean?”

“Lee Know always brainstorms date ideas with us, and tells us about how well you’re doing at work! Congratulations on that promotion last month!”

You thanked them, a blush warm on your cheeks. “Really?”

“Oh, dear, I hope you don’t mind that he told us?” Jinho said, looking at her friend with slight concern on her forehead.

“Oh, no! Of course not!” You reassured. “It’s not that. It’s just, surprising, is all.”

They nodded at you. “He’s probably just more comfortable sharing romantic stories with us.”

They did have a point. You were sure it was much easier sharing stories with the makeup artists than with his crew members.

You thanked them one more time before suggesting to take a picture with them—using the camera your boyfriend bought you, and excused yourself.

You walked down the hallway trying to see if there was anything else to explore. You knew the canteen was on the opposite side of Minho’s room, so you slowly made your way there—making sure to take in as many details as possible.

You watched many behind the scenes features about the show and walking down the hallway you saw in them was like something out of a movie—stepping into a place you felt you already knew by heart. It was just the start of the day, there was so much more excitement to feel, but already you were overwhelmed by it.

You thought maybe grabbing a snack and a drink would make you feel better.

Once you arrived at the canteen you saw a few people sat around with coffees, some were reading over scripts, some were listening to music.

You ordered an iced drink and a pastry, paying for your order and smiling polietly and the man who worked at the canteen. His smile was very bright.

Everyone was so friendly, you noted, and even texted your friend as such when they asked how it was going so far.

Everyone in your circle knew how excited you were for today—so they all checked in to see you were still alive and didn’t die from happiness overload.

You sat down at the end of a very big table, not many other seats available, and started scrolling down your social media to occupy yourself.

“Can we sit here?” Someone asked.

You looked up to see a group of four boys with their meals. There wasn’t anywhere else for them to sit, and either way you didn’t mind. You nodded at them with a small smile.

Becoming very aware of the looks they were giving your bunny, you grabbed him and concealed him in your lap instead. You knew you looked like a fangirl carrying him around—and you didn’t mind in the slightest—but you didn’t want these strangers to ask you questions. You didn’t know who they were, and they clearly recognised what the plushie was meant to represent, and you could already see the horror scenario of you getting kicked out of the studio for being mistaken as a fan that sneaked their way in. You subconsciously checked your pass was still in your pocket.

The boys were, however, too immersed in their own conversation to even look your way.

That was until one of the boys got up and asked the group if they wanted anything, and then, he asked you the same thing.

“Oh, thank you. I’m fine,” you smiled, pointing at your still mostly full drink. He nodded.

“I think Tae-hyung was trying to flirt with you,” his friend helpfully supplied.

You chuckled at the angry look on his friend’s face before he walked away to get everyone’s orders.

“That’s no way to flirt with someone,” you joked back, trying to lighten up the awkwardness you were feeling. “That’s just being friendly.”

“And how do you flirt with someone?” The boy challenged with a smirk.

You laughed at him—he was doing good—but you couldn’t let him get his hopes up.

“I’d show you, but I’m taken,” your hand went down to your lap where Leebit was sitting safely, and you held onto him tightly.

At that the fourth boy, Tae, came back with the drinks, joining the conversation.

“Hear that, hyung? She’s taken,” one of the boys announced. He sighed dramatically, shaking his head at the news.

You chuckled at his dramatic reaction, enjoying the new relaxed atmosphere around the table.

Then the boys introduced themselves, informing you they danced on the show weekly.

“I’m actually a massive fan of the show, I thought I recognised your faces,” you said with a smile, knowing you saw the oldest boy in the group before.

“Really? Who’s your favourite MC then?” One of the boys teased, nudging his head in the direction of your lap—where they all knew the bunny was hiding.

“Is it obvious?” You joked, showing them your plushie, and then tapping your phone where a picture of Minho sat proudly. It was one of him on the show, holding his microphone with his name covered in glitter adoring it.

“I’m sorry to break it to you, but he’s also taken,” one of the dancers said. “And he’s whipped.”

“What?” You couldn’t help but ask.

“We probably shouldn’t say this, but every time we’re practising with him he has to stop around the same time to send his girlfriend a text. And he’ll talk about her a lot, too. So even if you were to ditch your partner for Lee Know—he would never leave his girlfriend.”

“I’ve never seen anyone that in love before,” one of them added, “she’s all he talks about.”

Your stomach crunched at their words. Who was this person everyone was talking about and since when did your boyfriend share so much about your relationship?

“What, uh, what does he say about her?”

“Are you one of the jealous fans?” The dancer made sure to ask. You quickly shook your head, making sure to let them know you were happy for him, and just curious to know more.

“Well, he talks a lot about what they do together. And how he wants to adopt a cat with her because she’ll be great at raising them.”

“Oh my god,” Tae chuckled, “remember when we were practising for his first stage and every time he got tired he looked at her picture?”

They laughed.

“He kept saying she’s better than caffeine.”

You slowly pressed a hand to your cheek trying to check just how warm your skin was. It was on fire. Your stomach was, too.

“That’s sweet,” you concluded, “I’m glad my idol is so happy.”

You knew you had to play the part now, as it would be far too awkward to let them know who you were now. So you just smiled instead.

“Well, I hope you get to enjoy the show today,” they said after you all finished your food. “We need to get going before we miss our schedule.”

“Of course,” you nodded, “good luck!”

So, the receptionist and the makeup artists were one thing. The dancers were a totally different thing. Since when was Minho like this? You thought you knew your boyfriend well, you thought he was only open about these things with his members and with his family, you didn’t think he just told everyone about you.

The staff at JYP definitely didn’t see you like any of the people around here did—and you couldn’t help but wonder why they knew so much about you.

You didn’t mind, of course, Minho was free to share what he wanted with who he wanted, but this was unexpected. You weren’t quite sure how to react to it all.

You pushed those thoughts to the side, instead asking your boyfriend if he wanted anything to eat and when he said no you made your way back to his dressing room.

You waited patiently as Minho read over his script a few more times, practising out loud in front of the mirror to monitor his facial expressions and his tone of voice.

Soon, a PA walked in and talked Minho over his schedule. First, he needed to go get his outfit on.

You followed him around, his hand never leaving yours, and sat quietly by him as they made sure the outfit sat comfortably around his body.

“You look really good,” you mumbled at him as the pair of you made your way to the makeup room.

He kissed the back of your hand in response.

Jinho and Mihi smiled at you as they saw your hands locked together, inviting Minho to sit down in one of the chairs.

The four of you talked about your day, how you were finding it around the studio, and if you met any interesting people yet.

“Oh, I met one of my favourite dancers on the show! I didn’t know his name until now but I recognised him as the dancer I focus on most of the time,” you answered politely.

Minho looked at you so fast you were worried his neck might snap.

“Your favourite what?” He gasped at you.

“His name is Tae, he said,” you answered.

“Tae?!” Minho nearly yelled. His face was forced back into its previous position by Jinho as she tried setting his foundation.

He didn’t seem as angry with a powder brush tapping around his face. But you knew you made the wrong move when he gave you the same look he did to his members when they made a mistake in the choreography. Only this time his jealous scowl was attached to it, too.

“Obviously, you’re my favourite dancer. But on the show you don’t dance a lot so he’s my favourite.”

Minho scoffed at that, causing both the artists to laugh at the interaction before they changed the subject to your work instead. You told them a bit about it, enjoying how attentive they were to your words and experiences.

When Minju entered the room to get herself ready, she gasped as she saw you.

“It’s so nice to meet you!” She bowed, and you followed her as you gave you that same sentiment back. The pair of you chatted away easily, excitement bubbling inside your stomach as you managed to speak so freely in front of her. You were a big fan of hers as well, having been part of the show for a while, and Minho even agreed to take a picture of the two of you together before Mihi insisted she needed to start working on the MC soon.

It was time for Minho to walk towards the soundstage, now that he was fully ready, and the pair of you made your way down there—hand never leaving his.

“You know, Tae also tried to flirt with me,” you decided to say, just to see your boyfriend’s reaction.

“Did he?” He let out, clenching his jaw visibly.

“Yeah, but then instead he told me all about how I’m like your caffeine.”

At that, Minho’s face changed from jealousy to pure embarrassment, and he was lucky it was then you reached the sound stage.

You forgot completely what you two were talking about as you saw the stage spread before you—you even jumped up and down twice.

“Min, this is so cool!” You exclaimed, “this is so fucking cool!”

Minho smiled at that, his eyes crinkling at your reaction. “Was it worth the wait?”

“This is so cool!” Is all you could say.

Minho wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pointing at different cameras and monitors and explaining what they were used for and when. You nodded at his words, listening carefully to everything he was saying.

Then it was time for him to start rehearsing, so you blew a kiss his way (as to not mess up his makeup) and clapped your hands in excitement. You had your camera at the ready too, snapping a few pictures of the set as you waited by the screens.

Jinho, who was monitoring the makeup on the screen, stood by you—helping you feel more at ease as the crew around the set watched as the three MCs rehearsed their lines.

After they rehearsed, and the dancers filmed one of their stages, it was time for a short break before the live stages were set to start. Minho got his makeup looked over before the pair of you were sent on your way back to his room.

You held onto his arm, your hand circling around his bicep as your other interlocked with his fingers. You kissed his shoulder lightly as you made your way down the hallway.

You passed the deep pink wall—the background of many pictures of your favourite idols—and so you stopped in your tracks.

“Min,” you started, but you didn’t even need to explain what you wanted before Minho grabbed the camera from your hand and gestured for you to stand against the pink backdrop.

After grabbing the small picture that printed out, Minho took out his phone and stood beside you—taking a selfie or four with you against the wall.

“Happy?” He asked as he handed you the now developed polariod. You nodded your head excitedly.

Minho chuckled at you, bringing a hand around your shoulder as he guided the pair of you back on your way towards his room.

Once you climbed up the stairs you reached your destination, sitting down on the couch by your boyfriend.

“So what’s happening now?” You asked, crossing your legs underneath your body.

“We have a few hours until we start. I usually just relax a bit before the crowd gets here and we do everything again but live.”

You nodded. “This is so cool.”

“You have mentioned,” Minho chuckled at you. He brought his hand to your hair, tucking a bit of it behind your ear.

“Can I ask you something?” Minho hummed in affirmation. “How come you share so much with the people who work here?”

“I don’t tell them anything private,” he promised you, “it’s just.. more relaxed around here. It’s hard talking about you with anyone who works at the company.”

“I don’t mind either way,” you assured him, “I just wasn’t expecting everybody to know me and tell me how much you love me.”

“Who told you that?” He questioned, his eyes averting to the plushie between your legs, avoiding your eyes again.

“Min, I think at this point I kinda know all that already,” you chuckled, amused by the way he was perfectly comfortable telling you he loved you, but suddnely now he was embaressed.

“I can be different here, I think,” he mused, “here I can be fun Lee Know who’s not cold and hard and if I said some of these things about you in the company they’ll think I’m being weird and--”

“—you’re not cold, Min,” you stopped him. He nodded. “But it’s nice being here,” you agreed, “everyone’s treating me like I’m famous or something.”

Minho grinned at you.

“So you’re enjoying yourself?”

“Yes,” you nodded, your smile reaching your eyes. “Thank you again.”

“What’s been your favourite part so far?” He asked, reaching for your hand and rubbing his thumb over the back of it.

“Well, I found the wall,” you said, reaching in to your pocket and grabbing all the polariods you took during the day, showing them off one by one to your boyfriend. “And I took pictures of the big stage! And I met Minju,” you smiled at the photo, “and of course my favourite part,” you found the picture you took of the monitor when it was focused on your boyfriend, “watching MC Lee Know in action.”

Minho laughed at that. You rarely called him by his stage name, and watching you get so excited about his side gig warmed his heart in ways he couldn’t quite explain.

He leaned forward, capturing your lips in a small kiss.

You ignored it all day—the thoughts probing inside your brain—but now that you were alone and kissing him, you couldn’t quite suppress it anymore.

The way he looked on stage, so happy and oh so stunning. His stage presence was always strong, always impossible to ignore, but on the stage you loved so much it was overwhelming you. The way he told just about everyone here how much he cared about you. The way he looked so confident in everything he did today. Even, the jealousy in his eyes when you dared call someone else your favourite dancer.

You were craving him.

So before Minho pulled away, you snaked your hands around his neck and pulled him closer. He moved his lips against yours softly, so softly you felt a lightness at the back of your eyes—as if the kiss was so strong it was dulling your other senses.

“Baby,” you whispered against his lips, tugging lightly on his hair.

“Yeah?” He asked, trying to pull away from your lips. In response, you climbed onto his lap and grabbed his jaw—pulling him even closer.

Minho responded instantly, sliding his tongue against your lips. You opened your mouth, your tongue finding his with familiar ease.

You could taste the makeup on his face, and you knew he could taste yours—but you didn’t care. All you could focus on was the feeling of his thighs underneath you, his hands around your hips, his lips on yours.

When you brought your hand to his chest, fingers reaching into his shirt, he finally pulled away.

His lips were swollen, he had lipstick around his cupid’s bow, and his eyes were glazed. It made you groan.

“What’s gotten into you?” He asked in a whisper.

“Nothing,” you shrugged, “you said we have some time to relax.”

You lean in closer, kissing underneath his jaw.

“Yeah, but we’re not alone,” he reminded you.

“We’re in your dressing room,” you countered, “we can lock the door.”

“Y/N, don’t forget yourself,” he warned you, “anyone can walk in here and need something.”

“They’ll knock,” you tried, rolling your hips against him. You could feel he was hard underneath you, you knew he wanted this, but Minho was very specific that when you two were outside of the house he wouldn’t do anything beyond kissing you. Even making out in a locked dressing room seemed like something very daring between the pair of you.

“What’s gotten into you?” He asked again with a chuckle.

“Seeing you on stage, Min,” you explained simply, bringing your hand down to the space where your bodies rested against each other.

“Calm down,” he said, grabbing your wrists and pulling your hands away, “you’ve seen me performing so many times before.”

“This is different,” you explained, rolling your hips again. Minho grunted at the contact, his grip on your wrist tightening.

“Regardless of that,” he started, tugging you away from him by your wrists when you tried to kiss him again, “we’re in public.”

“You could fuck me in front of that mirror though,” you said simply, looking at your reflection for a moment. Minho followed your line of sight, grinning at you through the mirror.

“Who are you and what have you done with my shy little girlfriend?” He asked, bringing his hand to your chin, forcing you to face him again.

He looked at your face, his eyes darkening slightly as he rubbed the lipstick stains away from your skin. His finger traced your jaw, your heart beat quickening at his actions, before his finger trailed down to your neck, your collarbone, and then rested on the M sat against your skin.

“Oh,” he let out in realisation. “When did you put this on?”

“In the morning,” you explained, swallowing slightly when you saw his expression change completely. “After you said you were gonna show me off to everyone.”

Minho cocked his head to the side, an impossibly attractive smirk on his still swollen lips.

“And then you saw I wasn’t kidding…” he filled in the blanks, his eyes still glued to the jewellery. “And now you’re horny.”

“I’m not the only one,” you argued, rolling your hips again. Minho grabbed you, stopping your movements completely.

“Yeah, but the difference is I have some self control,” he raised his eyebrows.

“Please, Min, you said yourself we have a few hours,” you whined lightly. “I’ll lock the door.”

“But if my baby’s in such a mood, surely I should open the door and ask everyone to come look at you.”

“Min,” you whined, trying to move in his grip. It was bad enough he wasn’t going to give you anything—it was straight up cruel for him to wind you up as well.

“Everyone’s heard a lot about you,” he kissed your jaw, “maybe today we should show them the parts I didn’t tell them?”

You groaned as he planted more kisses around your neck.

“Like how much of a slut my girl is,” he squeezed your hips.

“No,” you said, shaking your head, “not a slut.”

Minho looked up at you. You usually liked that name, telling him yourself it turned you on, so his eyebrows lifted up as he questioned you.

“Then what are you?” He asked softly.

“Your whore,” you corrected him, swallowing as you spoke.

You would’ve been embarrassed by the shock on Minho’s face—but it melted into a smirk just as quickly as he gasped.

“I see,” he nodded, his hands travelling down to your ass, “so you’re really in a mood.”

“Yes,” you confirmed.

“You can’t wait to get home?”

“No, I want you now,” you groaned. Minho grabbed your ass, hard, causing you to pulse around nothing.

“Get up,” he said, pushing you off his lap. You tried your best to hide your disappointment but stood up anyway. Before you could apologise for taking it too far—Minho walked to the door and locked it.

When he turned around you had to bite the smile on your face.

He walked over to you, kissing your forehead softly before he turned you around and wrapped his hands around your stomach. He walked the pair of you over to the mirror, kissing down your neck as he positioned you right in front of it.

“Like this? You want me to fuck you like this?” He asked, rubbing his crotch against your ass.

“Yeah,” you sighed, still in disbelief that Minho actually gave in to your request. He was a private person, but you guessed today you learned to see a different side of Minho from the moment you entered the studio.

“You’re gonna look at yourself while I push my dick inside you?”

“Yes,” you moaned, feeling him against your ass.

Minho started sucking on the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him with the hand still around your stomach. His other hand travelled up and down your sides—ghosting over your chest but never quite touching you there.

“And if I wanna take you like this?” He asked, spinning you around to face him. He pushed his crotch against yours, his erection teasing you against your jeans.

“Take me however you want, Min,” you moaned, rubbing yourself against him.

“You’re so fucking horny,” he chuckled dryly, wrapping his finger around the thin gold chain. “What got you this horny?”

“You,” you whispered.

“Don’t think I heard you,” Minho challenged. The rooms were all quite close together, and you knew if you said anything too loudly the people in the next room would hear you.

Minho was daring you.

“You got me this horny,” you said louder, swallowing loudly as warmth crept up your neck.

“You can’t do this,” he taunted, “you’re thinking with your pussy but we both know if I told you to moan loudly for me you wouldn’t. So why are you asking me to fuck you?”

“I’ll be quiet--”

“—but if I tell you to do something you need to do it,” Minho reminded you, “and do you really think you can take my punishment when you don’t moan loud enough for me?”

“I’ll do whatever you ask,” you nodded, jumping onto the counter you were pressed against and opening your legs wide.

Minho’s hand instantly grabbed your thighs and kneeded at your skin.

“That’s not my girl talking,” he said, kissing your cheek, “that’s your wet pussy talking for you.”

“Please,” you groaned, rolling your hips against the counter to feel something.

Minho looked down at your crotch, chuckling when he saw just how desperate you were in front of him.

“Or maybe you don’t even need me?” He questioned, grabbing the top of your thighs and rolling you against the counter again. “Is this enough for you?”

“No,” you begged, “I need more.”

“I’m not going to do anything,” he informed you, “we’re still in a very busy building and you can’t possibly be quiet.”

“You just asked me to be loud,” you groaned.

“I know,” Minho said, kissing you softly, “just wanted to see how far you’re willing to go for your boyfriend’s dick.”

At that, Minho walked away from you and picked up his script. He sat himself down on the couch, reading over his lines one more time in prepration.

“Minho,” you tried, but he simply shook his head at you.

“Not happening,” he dismissed.

“Minho,” you tried again, desperate for his attention. He kept his eyes solely on the pages in front of him.

“Calm down,” he advised.

“I’ll be quiet,” you tried.

“You know I’m gonna take that as a challenge,” he chuckled, “you being quiet means I’m not doing well.”

“Then I’ll be loud,” you offered.

At that, Minho looked up from his script over at you, his eyes dark as he leaned his head back. He looked at you for a few moments.

“What’s this about?” He questioned.

“I’m horny,” you said simply, shrugging your shoulders as you fiddled with your necklace.

“What’s it really about?” He offered you a second chance.

You jumped off the counter, walking over to him. You grabbed the script out of his hands, placed it on the couch beside him and climbed into his lap. You could tell Minho was holding himself back from placing his hands on you—instead they sat by his side.

“I’m proud of you, and you look stunning today, and I want everyone who already knows so much about me to hear how pretty I can moan for you.”

Minho licked his lips.

“I love being the person who gets fucked by Lee Know,” you added with a smirk, running your hands up and down his chest, until your reached his crotch.

Minho brought his hands to your hips, moving you against his thighs in an agonisingly slow rhythm.

“Maybe we should wait,” he offered, a raise in his brows, “we can go to the stage and I can fuck you in front of the cameras?”

“Fuck,” you let out, pushing against his thighs harder as you jolted from the friction.

“Is that what you want?”

You nodded quickly.

Minho grabbed your phone from beside him, checking the time. He smiled slightly at the new picture you set on your lockscreen—of him during his first time on the show.

He leaned up, grabbing your cheek as he brought your lips together.

“Tell me, whore,” he pulled away slightly, dragging you along his thigh faster, “when all those cameras are on you—are you gonna beg for my fingers or my cock?”

“Your cock,” you moaned, grabbing onto his shoulders.

“So everyone can see how you fall apart when my dick splits you in half?”

“Yes, Min, fuck,” you said, a rush running up and down your spine.

He leaned in, kissing you messily as you focused on riding against his thigh steadily.

“You better not make a fucking sound,” he warned against your lips, bringing a hand to his pants as he unbuttoned them. He pushed them down slightly, only enough to grab his dick out. He then unbuttoned your jeans, letting you manoeuvre for long enough to pull them down your legs.

“If I hear any sound outside we’re stopping,” he said firmly. You nodded.

Minho leaned up to kiss you softly, rubbing your shoulder. “You sure you’re okay with this?”

“Are you?”

“I’ll give you anything you want,” he smiled softly, “you just never wanted this before.”

“We’re alone, Min,” you assured him. “And I’ll tell you if I want to stop.”

He nodded before the pair of resumed your previous position, Minho nodding at you as you started sinking down on his dick.

“Fuck,” he let out, gasping softly as his head fell against the back of the couch. “Move when you’re ready.”

You nodded, moving up and down slowly as the pair of you groaned softly. Minho wrapped his arms around you, his fingers grazing against your bare thighs in comfort.

“Take your time,” he said sweetly. He kissed your cheek before he whispered down your ear, “the longer you take, the more likely someone is to come in here.”

You clenched around him.

“Maybe Tae will come to get me,” he kept going, smiling at the reaction he was getting—the wetness around his dick warm and so comforting, “he usually needs help with his dancing.”

“Really?” You chuckled, squeezing his shoulders as you upped your pace.

“Yeah, because I’m a better dancer than him,” Minho made sure to say, sighing as you clenched around him again.

“You think you fuck better than him, too?” You dared.

At that, Minho thrust up into you—causing you to swallow a moan before it escaped you.

“The only reason I’d let him watch you get fucked is so he can learn how to do it. And when I’m done with you he can try to make you cum,” he said through his teeth.

“Don’t think anyone can make me cum the way you do,” you said in between breaths.

“Right answer, whore,” he said, groaning as you clenched around him harder than before. “Fuck, stop that or I’ll be the one who’s too loud.”

At that you laughed, leaning up on your knees until only his tip was inside you—and then you sat all the way down, his dick reaching into the deeper parts of you.

Minho’s eyes fluttered shut as you repeated that action again and again and again, rendering Minho unable to move or even open his eyes.

“Where’d you go?” You asked, tapping his chin.

He grabbed your thighs, urging you to do it again.

“I’m trying to focus,” he let out, “you feel really fucking good.”

“I look good, too,” you smirked, “you’re missing out.”

Minho opened his eyes, blinking rapidly as he took in your features. You weren’t wrong. You looked amazing on top of him, controlling the pace, getting exactly what you wanted from him like you always did.

“It would be much better in front of the cameras,” he let out softly, “so they could capture how fucking beautiful you are riding my cock.”

You groaned.

“Quiet,” he warned you, burying his hand in your hair.

He pulled your face closer to his, kissing you messily, all tongue and gasps and teeth.

“Even if someone did knock right now I couldn’t stop,” you said quickly, “your dick is too fucking good.”

“It’s always yours,” he groaned, pushing you all the way down until he bottomed out. You rolled your hips, the pair of you gasping as he nudged your senstive spot again and again.

“I should take a picture of your pussy like this,” Minho said, tracing his hand around your clit teasingly. “So so full.”

You handed him the polariod camera instantly before you leaned back, bumping your hips up and down his dick.

Minho took the camera from you, unsure of what you wanted him to do with it. Nudes were not your thing, and although you were wearing that necklace today he didn’t think that meant he could just take a picture of you. Those were just words. But then, you did just hand it to him.

Before he could think about it too much you started moaning, finding the perfect angle as you sped up. Minho leaned forward, bringing a hand around your mouth to muffle your sounds.

“I said quiet, whore,” he said, kissing your neck as he felt your moans vibrating against his hand.

“Min,” you said, muffled, causing him to move his hand away.

“Yeah, baby?” He asked softly, grabbing your hand instead.

You leaned forward, hiding your head in his neck as you spoke. “Don’t like it when you cover my mouth.”

Minho nodded, squeezing your hand in agreement. “Can I put my fingers in your mouth instead then?”

You smiled at him, lifting your head from his neck and sticking your tongue out to him.

“Good girl,” he chuckled, bringing his index finger to your tongue. “And you’ve been so good today telling me exactly what you need.”

You started clenching at his praise, humming against his finger as he started meeting your thrusts from below. “You’ve been so so good with your words. And using our signals. I’m so proud of you, baby.”

You nodded, silently speeding up even more as you focused on sucking his fingers.

“Your pussy is so good, I’m gonna cum soon,” he warned with a grunt. At that he slid his fingers out of your mouth, moving them to your clit as he started rubbing it in fast circles.

You focused as much as you could on being quiet—letting your head fall on Minho’s shoulders as you felt him twitching inside you.

“Gonna cum,” you warned in a hushed whisper.

It was only a few moments later that your orgasm crashed into you—your mouth a perfect circle as you rode out your high in silence. As your walls clenched around him repeatedly, Minho came right after you, whimpering in between soft sighs.

You caught your breathes together, staying close as Minho planted small kisses on your shoulder. When you were ready to move, Minho rolled his pants further down his legs to avoid any mess on his outfit, and helped you stand up slowly.

You were lucky there was a shower in his room—and cleaned yourself off quickly. Once you were both dressed again, you sat down next to your boyfriend with a smile.

“Feel better now?” He asked with a smile, kissing your cheek.

Both of your faces were ruined, and you knew Minho would have to sit down to get his makeup redone. You had no idea how you’d get yours fixed without making it very very obvious why it got ruined in the first place.

Luckily, you remembered you packed some of your makeup with you this morning, and took it out in an attempt to fix both your faces.

Minho’s wasn’t too smudged, except for the colour around his mouth, but you managed to put enough translucent powder around it to make it presentable. The makeup artists could fix it for him.

Your mascara was gathered underneath your eyes, and Minho took a wipe from your makeup bag and cleaned it off softly.

“Thank you,” you said to him, taking a look at yourself in the mirror after he was done.

He nodded at you.

“You’re very quiet,” you observed, noticing the way Minho didn’t ask questions or say much like he usually did after sex.

Minho reached for your hand, locking your fingers together again. “Did you really want me to take a picture of you or was that just talk like most of it was?”

You pursed your lips together. “I’m—I’m not actually sure,” you admitted.

“I don’t want to take pictures of you,” Minho confessed. “I don’t want it getting into the wrong hand or for you to regret me having something like that.”

“That’s okay,” you agreed, nodding with a smile.

“I want to do everything you ask me to, but I couldn’t bring myself to take the picture and I’m sorry if that disappointed you or anything--”

“—Min, it didn’t. It was in the heat of the moment. Besides, your reason for not doing it is just to protect me, so it’s definitely okay.”

Minho nodded at that.

“And please never feel like you have to give me something just because I asked. You always say you can’t enjoy it if I’m not happy and that goes both ways,” you assured him.

Minho leaned forward to kiss you softly. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Lee Know,” you smirked.

He chuckled at you before burying his head in your hair as he hugged you tightly.

At that a thirty minute warning came on around the speakers, alerting everyone in the building to the time.

It was then time for Minho to go back to the makeup chair for any touch ups (which he definitely needed) and warm up his voice before the live stage started. You followed him around, clutching Leebit tightly as you smiled proudly at your boyfriend.

You cheered loudly like he asked you too—and at some point, you caught his eyes on you as the pair of you smiled at each other.

The crowd didn’t know you were his girlfriend, it was private, and the pair of you smiled at each other as you held onto that secret tightly.

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tonberry-yoda · 11 months

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Diegosaur requesting for Gyro wow how surprising and original(not)!!!

LMFAO i cant help it i love him sm

I just rlly rlly rlly wanna try different hairstyles on him bc his hair is so WOOOWW so like HES PERFECT FOR THE JOB

Braids curls pigtails literally anythingomg

I really dont know how to like title this like js use it as some kind of fanfic inspo(??i dont know man is that how it works) so i can save u some time for the topic💯

just having some fun with Gyro and his hair fr🫶🏻🫶🏻

Looks straight out of an ad for hair products if u ask me🤷‍♀️

ANYWAY TY SOOSOSOSOSOSOSOOSOSOO MUUUUUCH FOR YOUR TIME I SAW UR PENDING REQUESTS AND OH MY GOD I (and im sure we all) APPRECIATE U SOMUCHH TY FOR UR WORK🩷🫶🏻

Hair Stylist - Gyro Zeppeli

notes - I have really been missing SBR and my Italian cowboy, so I RUSHED over to my pending requests and literally SEARCHED for this one. It's one of my fav requests and I was so happy to do it for you. I can only imagine how soft this man's hair is, but even so, I'm really happy I wrote this. Thanks for the request! ilysm stay super hydrated!! <333

word count - 367

"What are you doing back there?" Gyro asked for the fifth time, trying to turn around, but you grabbed his hair tighter to stop him from doing it. "Ow! Hey! Just tell me!"

"Stop moving or you'll ruin it!" you told him, starting another braid on the back of his head.

"Ruin what?!"

"You'll get mad if I say it. And I'm already too far."

"I won't get mad, I swear. Just tell me or I'm gonna get even more mad."

You sighed and finished the braid on his head before grabbing a nearby mirror to show him the curls and braids you put in his hair.

Gyro grabbed the mirror from you, his face in complete shock and he touched every part of his hair that you did up even finding some colorful hair ties and even beads braided in.

"Don't be mad." you said, hiding behind a pillow from the couch.

Gyro stared at himself for a bit longer, feeling the soft curls again and again. You peeked out from behind the pillow to find him in awe and didn't know what to say.

"Gyro I-"

"Well, are you gonna finish the job?" he asked, sitting in an angle where you could continue and handing you a brush.

Now you were the one in shock. "Y-You want me to do your hair?"

He just nodded, knowing that he was blushing. He would've never let anyone do this EVER, but knowing that he wasn't going to be leaving the house anytime soon and knowing that you would be the only one to see this was fine with him.

So quickly, you got back to work, tying his hair up and curling it. It didn't take you long to finish the job, which was nice.

"There, done." You showed Gyro his reflection again and he laughed.

"I look like a little girl." he said, playing with the little beads tied into his hair.

"Is it bad?"

"No. It's fun. I like it."

You smiled to yourself and hugged around the back of Gyro's chest. "You have really soft hair."

"Do I?"

You just nodded and pressed a kiss onto his back.

"We should do this again sometime."

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Promise - CEO! Jaehyun x Innocent! Fem Reader

A/N: hi, yes, I know, I just wrote a Jaehyun fic and I'm writing another one. What can I say, maybe I'm slowly getting passed the love-HATE relationship :] NAAAAHHHH

But like, I've had this idea for a while and it doesn't help that @anya-writes-stuff wrote about Jae in Milan as a mafia so, thank you Anya for this. This is in honour of you :]

Also maybe a lil inspo from Twisted Love if anyone has read that book (I'm a simp for Alex Volkov)

Warnings: fluff, angst, some sexual harassment (please don't read if you aren't comfortable), thought of cheating, cursing, some form of stripping your clothes (? is this a warning? I just put it just in case), reader is very much a softie and innocent whereas Jeong is basically the opposite but a total simp for you

Summary: marrying the Jeong Jaehyun was something that you had never expected growing up but he makes up for all those little fairytales that you read and watch as you grow up because Jaehyun loved you so dearly that he wanted to gift you a long life filled with happiness and love. But how far is Jaehyun willing to do for you?

[7:19 am, Milan, Italy] - marrying Jaehyun, one of the top CEO in the country was never something you expected in your entire life, even when you first work in his company. You were just interning in his company under one of his managers but little did your innocence know that your kindness was being used.

You were constantly given tons of work to do that sometimes you'd have to work overtime but because it was your first internship, you were worried about doing a bad job and getting a bad review from your supervisor. Well, until one night you accidentally met the CEO himself, Jeong Jaehyun.

Though he is the CEO, he doesn't look that much older than you and you come to learn that he was indeed only 5 years older than you. That night, Jaehyun was wondering why someone as young as you and an intern was working overtime and you being the honest person you are told him that you had to finish up some work before the deadline which was the next day.

When Jaehyun looked over at the work you did, it was then he realised how much your supervisor was using you. Making a mental note to have a talk with your supervisor without getting you in trouble of course. Jaehyun told you to go back home because it wasn't your work to begin with.

Dumbstruck, you were still the hard head and wanted to finish your work until Jaehyun himself shuts your computer and cleaned your desk, telling you that he himself was going to take you home and promised you that you won't be in trouble and in fact, he even promised you that once you graduated, you can come work full-time for him; which again, made your jaw drop.

True to his words, you didn't get in trouble for not finishing your work; instead, you heard that your supervisor was resigning that week. To add to your confusement, Jaehyun called you to his office, giving you a contract for full-time work once you were done with your studies, promising you that he'll make sure that you are taken care of.

You didn't think that he actually meant it literally because here you are, 4 years after the intern incident, a wedding band on your left ring finger, sitting on a first-class seat with Jaehyun who was still your boss but now, your lover, your husband on the way to Milan, Italy for Milan Fashion Week since Jaehyun was invited by Prada.

Jaehyun was not only a CEO but a fashion icon. His slick, simple style caught the eye of the luxurious brand, Prada and he eventually became one of their fashion icons and since then, he would always be invited to their fashion show every year.

This year, of course, not only was he invited but because he recently got married to you, Prada decided to pay for both of your flights and accommodation whilst the two of you are in Italy, as a wedding gift for the two of you.

In addition, Jaehyun asked if you wouldn't mind your honeymoon trip to be in Europe and you gave him a wide-eye look, saying that you'd love to, telling him that Italy, Paris, UK were at the top of your list of places to visit.

You remember the night Jaehyun asked and the day after you agreed, you told Jaehyun where the two of you could stay but he just chuckled. "Love, when I asked for a list from you. I meant the places you wanted to go. I've got all the accommodation, flights and transport ready" Jaehyun bluntly told you, shocking you once more.

Waking up from your sleep, you saw Jaehyun already awake, his seat practically neat whereas you were laying on his thigh, under your shared blanket.

"Why didn't you wake me up?" you yawned, sitting up straight as Jaehyun helped you

"Didn't want to ruin your sleep. This is your first time flying this long, right? You need the sleep, trust me" Jaehyun replied, patting your head

"You should've woken me. I wanted to see the sunrise" you pouted while Jaehyun just chuckled, pinching your cute puffy cheeks

"Oh, I've gotten the picture already. Anyways, we have dinner tonight with the others, is that alright with you? We'll have lunch once we land then check in to our room to take a rest beforehand" Jaehyun mentioned as you much on the breakfast that the stewardess brought

"Hmm?? Yeah, of course. Though, what are we going to wear? I don't think I brought any fancy clothes..." you sighed

"Prada is lending us the clothes for tonight and tomorrow. Don't worry about it, love. Plus, even if they don't, I'll buy you anything you like" Jaehyun replied, wiping the crumbs on the corner of your mouth

"Jae...I told you..." you mumbled, Jaehyun cutting you off

"We need to save up and not spend on unnecessary things. I know. I know. But sweetheart, we've been saving on a separate account for 4 years now. I have my own savings to splurge on you. Plus, being able to see that smile of yours definitely is worth more than whatever I get you. Now, eat up, we're going to land soon" Jaehyun cooed at you while you continue to chew on your breakfast

Once you've landed, the two of you were escorted to a car and went to the hotel to check into your room and your luggages so that you could head out for lunch.

Lunch was simple because after nearly an hour in immigration and waiting for your luggages, both you and Jaehyun were starving and could eat almost anything that was served. Luckily, Jaehyun knows a restaurant nearby where the two of you stayed.

After lunch, the two of you practically waddled your way back to the hotel and while you were tempted to just pass out then and there, Jaehyun reminded you to shower and wash up, get into your comfy clothes (aka his clothes) then pass out.

Huffing, you oblige to his demands and once you were out of the shower, you crawled under the covers and scroll through your phone, your eyelids getting heavy and you suddenly felt the other side of the bed dipped, an arm wrapped around your waist while the other arm took the phone and put it on the bedside table next to you.

"That's enough scrolling, alright. Let's sleep. It'll help with the jet lag, trust me" Jaehyun mumbled, pulling you close that your back hits his chest while his arm rubbed your arm, lulling you to sleep until who knows what time

"Hey, are you still sleepy?" Jaehyun asked, stroking your hair as you slowly wake up from your nap

"W-what time is it? Did we miss dinner?!" you asked, wiping your eyes

"No. We haven't missed dinner. We have about an hour to get ready but if you're still too tired, we can just skip. I wouldn't mind if we ended up staying in to watch Netflix and just order in" Jaehyun mumbled, playing with your hair

Funny enough, the two of you didn't miss dinner and while it was awkward for you, Jaehyun being next to you helped calm your nerves. Well, you really didn't pay attention much during dinner because of the jet lag and the thought of having to get up early the next day for the Prada show got you even more tired.

Luckily, dinner finished quite early and once the two of you were back in the comfort of your room, you both took turns to wash up since you were still uncomfortable to shower together or do anything intimate past kissing then passed out for the 2nd time of the day.

The next day, the two of you were awoken by both your alarms which the two of you immediately turned it off. Knowing that the makeup artist, hair stylist and stylist were going to come soon, you were about to wash up when Jaehyun pulled you back to his chest and it took a few slaps, telling him that you got the message that everyone was on their way in 30 mins and only then did Jaehyun let go of you.

Once you've washed up, you practically dragged Jaehyun's ass to the bathroom to wash up and right on time, Jaehyun's glam team came and you greeted them. Both the makeup artist and hair stylist instructed you to sit as they did your hair and makeup, making some conversations now and then, helping you calm your nerves better.

Once hair and makeup were done, the stylist gave you your outfit and right on time, Jaehyun came out, whistling when he saw your hair and makeup done. "Damn, this feels like the wedding all over again only this time, I actually get to see what my wife looks like" Jaehyun joked while your cheeks flushed and the stylist ushered you to change then dragged Jaehyun to get his own hair and makeup ready

Now, you weren't the most insecure person, but you were also not the most confident person. So when you were given a cropped long sleeve black shirt with a matching black maxi skirt, you were a bit nervous but tried it on anyways then came out of the room, Jaehyun and the team were in awe how good you looked.

The stylist was tidying your clothing while Jaehyun went and got changed as well. Once the two of you were changed and ready, the stylist gave you both some additional accessories other than both your wedding rings at the same time, the photographer came and took several pictures of Jaehyun first before nudging you to join.

The two of you took several pics as a couple and once you were done, both of you thanked everyone for their hard work and Jaehyun led you down to the car that was going to take the two of you to the fashion show.

Along the way, Jaehyun tighten his grip on you, worried that you would fall. "You know, I never got to say it much but thank you. Thank you for sticking by my side. For putting up with my tough, cold and closed self. Thank you for being the person to open me up, to marry me" Jaehyun blurted, taking your hand and kissed your knuckles as he led you into the car

"Jae...did something happen? Did you have a nightmare last night?" you asked, Jaehyun's thumb stroking your knuckled

"Nothing. I just, I feel that I don't say about how I feel a lot and it's not fair for you. You always try your best to not only show your affection but let me know as well. Finally going on a trip just the two of us made me realise it. How much you sacrifice and going out of your comfort zone for me. How much I actually depend on you since you transitioned from intern to full-time and now as my wife. I don't think I'd be able to go through those four years without you, to be able to look past my history. Trust me, nothing is wrong. I just want to be more expressive. For you" Jaehyun admitted, pulling you closer to him as he kissed your temple

"Jae, I know you're not someone to actually say much but I know that you always try your best to show you care, through the little things. And I'm more than grateful for them. Even though sometimes I think you might go a bit overboard. Don't you ever think that you're not expressing enough because you have your own way to do it. But for reals, you scared me! I thought something bad happened!" you argued, playfully smacking his arm

"I'm sorry, dimple. I really, genuinely am glad and happy that it's you I married. Not just me, my entire family, even. My parents and grandmother were nagging me to make sure that you have a good time and that I spoil you rotten" Jaehyun chuckled

"I should be thanking you as well you know. For putting up with my child-like behaviour. Like, I don't seem like an adult but here I am married to someone who could possibly be the greatest man that I could've asked for" you replied, making Jaehyun smile

"Even better than all those prince charmings, all those Ken for barbie?" Jaehyun joked

"Definitely. Because you know why? They're all fiction and you're the real deal. Plus, you're mine" you mumbled

"You're also mine as much as I am yours, dimple" Jaehyun replied, kissing your temple

Once the two of you arrived at the fashion show, Jaehyun gave your hand a light squeeze, not letting you go even when the door was opened and he had to go out of the car first. He held your hand, helping you out of the gave and once you gave him an assuring nod, only then did the two of you turned around to greet the public for the first time as husband and wife.

The crowd was loud and after waving at them, Jaehyun led you into the actual hall where the fashion show was being held. In the venue, the two of you took pictures together and was led to your seat where the two of you were greeted by other Prada icons such as Tom Holland, Song Kang and Cai Xukun.

After several talks and pictures, all of you went to your respective seats right when they announced that the show was starting. Because this was a new experience for you, you decided to capture every bits of memory you could before the show ended. Once it did end, you and Jaehyun were then greeted by one of the Prada designers.

"You know, the more I look at the two of you, the more I see the two of you looking like soulmates. Jaehyun, don't forget to bring your wife to the store tomorrow, consider it a wedding gift" the designer stated while you shook your head

"You don't have to. You've done so much for us already" you reasoned while Jaehyun chuckled, kissing the top of your head

"Trust us, it's not. You newlyweds enjoy your honeymoon now" the designer replied, taking his leave as we went to talk with the others

After the event, the two of you went back to the hotel to freshen up, do some touch ups and went back out the door for the Prada dinner.

Arriving at the restaurant, the two of you greeted the others and made your way to your own seats. Though, you felt that there were some eyes eyeing you. You tried to brush it off and continued to enjoy your dinner, especially with Jaehyun checking up to see if you were alright. You didn't want to ruin the night for him or anyone.

When the waiter and waitress were going around to pour wine, you gently declined since you were not big of a fan of alcohol and opted for some fruity refreshing drink instead. However, your attitude got some whispers amongst the girls at the dinner.

Luckily, dinner went by quite fast and before you know it, it was already 10pm. Jaehyun was still talking with the others so you excused yourself to go to the restroom; Jaehyun telling you to just wait for him near the exit.

After your bathroom business, you were heading out towards the exit when there was a man who looked like he was in his 40s come up to you, trying to get you to go with him but you clearly declined, telling him that you were married.

Instead of letting you go, the man was not pleased with your answer that he pulled you back that you hit the wall, immediately, his hand covered your mouth to muffled your struggles. Luckily you were wearing chunky shoes so you managed to kick the man and as you managed to get out of his grip, another man came and practically pushed you hard enough that you hit your head and you fell to your knees.

After that, everything was quite a blur for you. One of the man was holding you in place, muffling your struggles while having his lips on your neck whereas the other man had his disgusting hands all over your exposed skin and all you could do was cry helplessly, hoping that Jaehyun or someone come to save you. Which, thankfully someone did.

Not long, the two man were yanked away from you and when you could manage to look up, you saw your husband, his gaze was something you had never seen before since Jaehyun never got angry in front of you nor raise his tone at you.

Immediately, Jaehyun wrapped his coat around your small figure, leading you out of the restaurant and to the car to take the two of you back to the hotel.

Even though the ride back to the hotel was quiet, Jaehyun had his arm around your shoulder, your waist, his fingers lacing with yours even when he had to open the door, leading you to the elevator and to your room.

It was only when you were back in your room did you managed to process everything and suddenly, you broke down to your knees, disgusted about what happened. Jaehyun was quick to bring you to sit on the bed, rubbing your thighs gently as you cried, telling him that you were sorry that you were helpless and always had to rely on him, that those men managed to touch you.

"I, I tried to fight back. B-but, another one came and, and then he pushed me, I, I hit my head. They were all over me. I don't like it. I hate the way they were touching me and I was so helpless and weak that I couldn't do anything. I, I don't even want to think about what would happen if you didn't come. I'm, I'm so sorry" you cried, worried about how Jaehyun might react

"No, sweetheart. It's me that's sorry. I'm so sorry that this happened to you. I'm so sorry that I even had a thought that you might left with some random guy. Fuck, why did I ever think of that, those stupid girls really almost got to me because you're my weakness, dimple. When I didn't get a response from you in the bathroom, I really thought about it. I'm so sorry. And when I heard your squeal, fuck, I knew something wasn't right. Especially when I saw you on the ground. I so wanted to commit murder right then and there but you're my number one priority. Getting you out of there, to safety, to comfort you was my priority. I truly am sorry, love" Jaehyun cried on your knees as he was also on his knees

"J-jae....it's, it's not your fault. Just, please hold me?" you whimpered, stroking Jaehyun's hair

"Of course. I still am sorry, love. W-where did they touch you? If I can see. If not, then just tell me" Jaehyun asked, sitting next to you, cradling you

Even though you were still shy and insecure about your body, you married Jaehyun, he chose you for you. He even broke down when he saw how hurt you were and even admitted that he was willing to kill someone that hurt you. While for most the thought would be sadistic, for some reason it brought you comfort in knowing that he was there for you just as he promised at the altar.

Taking a deep breath, you released your hand from gripping Jaehyun's shirt and slowly unbutton the top part of your shirt, closing your eyes as you revealed the bruises that were on your neck and your arm as you took off your top. Jaehyun gently traced all the bruises from your arm all the way to your neck, growling when he saw what seems to be a hickey.

If you think Jaehyun was pissed when he saw you on the ground, he was ready to burn those people to ashes for what they did to you. For touching you when even Jaehyun would never lay a finger on you without your consent.

Sighing, Jaehyun said that he'll run a bath for you, to help soothe all your bruises. But before he got up, you gripped his shirt, telling him that you wanted to take a bath with him because you felt safer with him holding you. Telling him that you can always stay in your underwear since you were still unsure of being bare for him

"Alright, love. It's alright. Are you really sure you want me to join you?" Jaehyun asked, littering your face with kisses as his hand rubbed your arm

"Hmmm. I just feel safer when you're with me. I, I don't want to be alone after what happened. I trust you, I know that you'll take care of me" you mumbled, Jaehyun carrying you to the bathroom

True to his words, Jaehyun joined you in the bath, still in his underwear, just like you. He held you close, massaging your shoulders, occasionally pecking your lips as the two of you watch some disney movies together.

After bathing, changing into your pyjamas, Jaehyun tucked you in bed, stroking your head, letting you cling onto him as he put you to sleep. Only when he was sure that you were asleep did he put a lingering kiss on your forehead, slowly slipping out of the bed because there was still some unfinished business that he had to do.

"I promise I'll get back at them for you. No one gets to touch you and gets away with it. I promise" Jaehyun whispered, kissing your temple once more before putting on his coat and leaving the room

Out of the room, Jaehyun instructed his personal security to guard your room, making sure that no one except him, and him alone is allowed back into your room.

Afterwards, Jaehyun made his was to the more "secured" room of the hotel. There he was greeted by the head of the Prada security team who led him into the room, locking the door behind him.

"On behalf of all of the security and prada team, I deeply apologise for what happened" the head security stated, bowing a full 90 degree angle towards Jaehyun

"As much as I'd like to be angry at the security team, my wife taught me to not blame on someone who didn't actually commit the crime. Even though it is your job to that it's not entirely your fault" Jaehyun sighed, putting on his gloves making his way to the two men that brought fear back into your life

"You both however, are a different case. I hope that the two of you are prepared for what you've done" Jaehyun growled, yanking one of the man's hair backwards

"You can't actually kill us. Wouldn't that put a stain on your career?" the other man reasoned, making Jaehyun chuckle

"Who said anything about killing? I'm sure all the illegal works that you've done are more than enough to you put you behind jail" Jaehyun scoffed, letting the man go and the head security put the files on the table in front of the two men

"W-where did you?! Y-you can't, th-that's impossible" the two men were shaking, adding to Jaehyun's amusement

"You have no idea who you're dealing with. You have no idea the connections I have. And you want to know what's funny. It was my wife, the woman that I love, the woman that the two of you dared to touch that actually told me not to kill anyone. I promised her I wouldn't. But" Jaehyun stated, leaning to see the cowering eyes

"That doesn't mean that once you're behind bars, I couldn't make both your lives a living hell. You two made a mistake today. So, I'll make sure of it. I'll make sure that the two of you suffer to the point you'd wish for me to kill you. To send a message to everyone that this is what happens when you mock the woman I love. When you destroyed every bits of confidence of the woman who has been through so much for me. When you touch someone that's mine. My. Wife. Afterall, I promise her that I will. never. let. this incident. happen. ever. again" Jaehyun snapped, piercing a knife on both the hands of the man that touched you

A/N: not me going off on another fic, and it's a Jaehyun fic. Tbh, the original drabble I wrote on my notebook was idol Jaehyun x makeup artist reader but idk how I found myself writing this. Anyways, it's 1am as of writing this, aka way past my bedtime (sleep schedule, who?) I hope that you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it!! And don't forget to support Jae's solo!! Stay safe and healthy! :] xoxo - vinet

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northwest-cryptid · 1 month

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Jumping off the anon from earlier: I don't think anyone likes the new world set and I've seen plenty or people call out the devs for it so your def not alone there. Also I thought the Ala mhigan gown was African American patterns, since that is what they take inspo from?

Also as a certified zenos simp he calls even himself savage and while I sympathize with you having it used against you I dont think its as deep as you're making it out to be, zenos is a villain of course he's going to say rude shit to the wol

Anyway I dont go here and I don't doubt you'd block me for this if I wasn't on anon and I don't feel like being attacked for an opinion. So ✌️

A. The fact "no one likes the New World Set" isn't good either, the thing I dislike about it is the headdress specifically. As I said the actual outfit itself feels very "Party City Native" but it's the headdress that's actually offensive. Everything else about it is fine, at least more or less.

B. "He's bad so he's gonna do bad things it's not that big of a deal" I'm gonna say it again, SAVAGE IS A SLUR THAT HAS BEEN USED AGAINST MY PEOPLE FOR HUNDREDS OF YEARS, DENIAL OF IT BEING A SLUR DOESN'T MAKE IT ANY LESS OF A SLUR. This is exactly what I'm talking about when I say people don't listen to Natives. I don't care if he's a bad person doing bad things you're REALLY missing the point, he's not real, someone at Square wrote that shit into the game thinking it's okay to use a slur and you are living proof that people do not care, congratulations you are part of the problem. Again people wouldn't be saying this shit "isn't that deep" if he used a different slur, you just don't think Native problems are worth worrying about unless they're cookie cutter shit like the New World Set which you still miss the point about.

C. You thinking the Ala Mhigan gown was African is exactly what I'm talking about, Natives aren't given any recognition when our culture is being stolen and profited from. I literally told you I'm Deer Clan Lakota and those very same patterns are on clothing passed down from my father's grandfather to him, and from him to me; patterns on clothes made by our people.

D. The entire ending of your message shows you don't know me but assume your opinion would upset me enough to block you rather than correct your misunderstandings, what do you take me for; some kind of savage? (See I can make that joke.) Ask yourself why you think I'd block you and ask yourself why you would be "attacked" for your opinion.

I genuinely do mean people like you when I say I wish people would listen to Native voices. A lot of people don't actually know squat about us, our culture, or our problems. Since you were so confident in making an assumption about me, allow me to do the same; you would not say these things about other minorities. Because you feel safe telling a Native that slurs that have been used against us aren't that deep, but you sure as hell wouldn't tell a Black person that the N word isn't a big deal, and before anyone says "well you can say one of them and not the other!" Yes I can, savage is our word, the N word is not. If I were Black it'd be the other way around for me.

People do not want to accept what we as Natives have to say unless we specifically say what you want to hear. This is specifically a big reason why most people don't know about our history, our culture, and our problems; it's not that we're not sharing them, it's not that we're not trying; it's that most people don't care enough about Natives and would rather get up in arms about FFXIV.

Do you realize how little I care about FFXIV?! There are Natives being raped, and murdered every day. The government has told us that if we cannot keep the blood of our people pure enough for them to consider us Native we won't be able to inherit our land and the American government will just take what little we have left because Native American people will no longer legally exist, our options are inbreeding or choosing to give up our very existence and we don't want to take either opinion.

And you want to argue with me about whether or not a slur is a slur because you're horny about a fictional video game character who says a slur.

I don't even have to say "people aren't listening to Natives when we try to tell you something is bad" because not only do people STILL think this is about FFXIV but people are willing to tell me it's "not as deep as you think it is" yeah alright cool thanks, let's not pay attention to the fact that it took until the 70s for Natives to be able to practice our culture and religion off the res, and even then where my father grew up, if a Native was off the res past 8 pm they would be violently beaten by cops. On my father's res the young men were taught how to survive in the white man's world of business while our young women were taught how to please the white men and not make them angry so they wouldn't be murdered or worse. Our culture was literally taught out of the youth because we are being forced to conform or die.

Let's ignore the decades of hate crimes committed upon my family alone, let's ignore every time I've heard the word savage while being beaten, mocked, and harassed. Classmates would try to hold me down and cut off my braid because they heard it would dishonor me. Classmates would grab me in the hallways and beat me, if I defended myself at all I'd put up with the parents of these kids screaming about how "this savage hurt my son" and when I'd explain I was just trying to get to class and was jumped by 3 kids with sharp objects even the principle would say I shouldn't have used force only to remark how he realizes "my people often don't handle conflict with words" so sure yeah, you can deny racism all you want.

Because it doesn't hurt you, and it's easier to look away and pretend this is all about some MMO than some actual real world problem that I was literally just saying the MMO exemplifies in its use of our culture and the use of a slur, and sure you can continue to defend it, to be mad about the wrong things because listening to Natives is hard.

But hey maybe it's just not as deep as I think it is, right? Perhaps all the racism and rape and murder and erasure of a whole people isn't that deep, because after all "savage" is just a word.

Look you're going to need to excuse me here, because yes I am upset; you have no idea what it's like to never be listened to when you try to explain racism and the problems your people are facing. Only for it to get some traction and then every inbox message I get completely misses the point, okay fair I'll explain things, no one has been offensively misguided until now; but to get this in my inbox first thing in the morning is like waking up to someone saying "no one cares about Native shit, shut up it's not that deep" and then ending it with the most passive aggressive "you're just gonna block me anyways and I don't want to be attacked for my opinion so ✌️" that tells me your not listening, you don't care to listen, you didn't want to learn you just want me to shut up.

This whole answer isn't for the Anon who sent me this message. This answer is for you, the individual who's actually taking the time to read it, because I do appreciate that you're actually reading what I have to say, even if it's easier to say it's not that deep; even if it's easier to look the other way and pretend we don't exist. I say these things in hopes my message reaches you and that you are aware of the kind of shit we deal with. I want for a world where the needs, concerns, and racism against my people receive the same coverage and care that other minorities get. We're being ignored, we're being intentionally forgotten, swept under the rug by anons like this who can't accept that our problems are real.

Do not be that person. Be better.

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luthien-under-bough · 15 days

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20 Questions For Fic Writers

Tagged by @girlwithakiwi

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

97! I am scratching and clawing my way toward 100 this year.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

537,646 *probably at least 400k of that is Daemyra

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Almost exclusively House of the Dragon/ASOIAF since HOTD s1 aired and Daemyra consumed my life.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

i got a bad desire (baby i'm on fire) - Daemyra modern AU multi-chapter (WIP)

ain't nobody hurt you like i hurt you - Daemyra modern AU multi-chapter (complete)

better not touch (i want it too much) - Daemyra modern AU multi-chapter (complete)

...anyone noticing a theme? 👀

I found some hate for you, just for show - Daemyra canon divergence oneshot

do you feel the hunger? - Daemyra canon divergence oneshot

5. Do you respond to comments?

I try to respond to all of them! Sometimes I get behind, but I usually get to them by the time I post a new chapter, at least.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Uhh probably i've looked at clouds from both sides now. Even though only one of the major characters dies, it somehow still feels angstier than the literal necrophilia fic where they both die.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I feel like most of my other fics have a happy ending? Both of the completed multi-chaps I linked above definitely do.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I occasionally get a rude comment, but I have no qualms about being a dick or just deleting/blocking. I have gotten a few tumblr anons that made me roll my eyes, but any hate I get has been firmly a THEM problem and not a ME problem. Haters stay pressed. 💅

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

It's a rare day when I do not write smut. I write all kinds. Since writing in the Daemyra fandom, my list of "hard no's" when it comes to writing has rapidly diminished; it seems like every other day I discover a new kink that makes my brain do a record-scratch. I started writing fic again in 2020, and published baby's first smut shortly thereafter, but it was fairly standard stuff. Now I'm like "well if you aren't literally digesting your lover, is it really romance??!"

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

The only crossover I've written is a House of the Dragon/Naked Attraction crackfic that infected my brain during the depths of binge of the latter show.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Only one that I know of - someone copy/pasted all of do you really feel alive without me into different chapters of their ""fic"".

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

for our blood is restless was translated into Russian here.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No. My writing process is chaotic and inconsistent and I would not inflict that on another writer. I'm also very particular about what I do and do not want to write, as well as my prose, so I don't think co-writing is for me. If we don't like to break the rules of English grammar in the exact same way, I'm afraid we won't be able to get along.

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

I mean, I think it's pretty obvious. 😅 Daemon Targaryen/Rhaenyra Targaryen (House of the Dragon) has only been my OTP for <2 years, but they are already my all time favorite. Prior to that, it was Dramione (Harry Potter), Cullen Rutherford/Female Inquisitor (Dragon Age: Inquisition), and Aloy/Avad (Horizon Zero Dawn).

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Not technically a single WIP, but I always meant to add more stories to my collection of Cullen/Inquisitor Dragon Age fics (most of which I posted during Swoon June 2022). It's possible I'll experience another burst of inspo for that fandom when Dragon Age: Dreadwolf finally comes out, but I'm pretty firmly entrenched in Daemyra for the foreseeable future.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue, characterization, ANGST. I think my smut is pretty hot. Idk I generally like everything about my writing. That's why I keep doing it.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Uhhh anything to do with plotting or planning. We thrive on vibes here. ✌️

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Beyond the occasional word or phrase in High Valyrian for my HOTD/ASOIAF fics, I cannot be bothered. Italics and a dialogue tag do me just fine.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

This changes semi-regularly, but my current favorite is one that I'm actively writing - a Daemyra early marriage canon divergence (milk teeth). Also because I just re-read this the other night - surrender (a rare non-Daemyra HOTD fic).

No pressure tags: @anamazingangie, @ar-feyniel, @grandlovescheme, @crimson-tulip, @bluegoldrose

#tag game #my fics #daemyra #id tag my other fandoms but lbr this is a daemyra post #i did this instead of writing oops

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van-ecks · 1 year

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So valid to have fics for your eyes only!! I do the same. If you want, tell me about your favorite fic you've written, that you haven't posted but has a special place in your heart/won't leave your mind?

it's more just that i get an idea for something and then start writing it and then just never finish it so i'm just like 👀 yes this is my personal little collection of abandoned fics i'll never post but will re-read over and over with the promise of finishing them to post them

buuuuut i think my favourite fic i've ever written was actually a fic for the umbrella academy that i adapted from something i wrote for an rp i was in years ago and just didn't want to let that particular piece of writing go so i adapted it into a one shot but never posted it because i couldn't figure out the context for it outside of the plot it was originally from!

but yes i re-read that one all the time because i'm so so proud of it but i need to figure out how to write it so it can be posted properly

there's also a chapter of the fic i currently have posted on my ao3 (the one i haven't updated in forever oops) that is steve & nancy's talk in the winnebago but from eddie's pov. it's basically just eddie listening in on that and having a lil heartbreaking inner monologue. but i wrote that chapter first and finished it and then decided to write the entire show from eddie's pov and turn it into a multichap fic and now i....... have lost the inspo to finish the fic but i really wanna post the winnebago chapter

ANYWAY this got long but those two are my current fav wips that may or may not ever see the light of day who knows

thank you sm for asking omg, i love sharing stuff like this!

#💜💜💜💜💜💜💜#bless u ily

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bardic-inspo · 2 years

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Happy fanfic Friday! 💕

Are there any songs as of late that have been inspirational in terms of writing a fic/scene? I've personally been having lots of fun writing songfics lately, and I love hearing about others'! 🤘

Happy Friday! Oh, I love this question! Thank you!!

Music is a huge, huge inspiration in my writing. I have so many writing and character-based playlists! I have been listening to a ton of the Weeknd lately, and a lot of his music has featured prominently throughout the process of writing Bring the Gasoline/different major phases of the fic. I think he does an amazing job of capturing feelings of love mingled with fear, hedonism, but also, just aching aching grief. There is a mournful quality to a lot of his songs I think is so fitting for a SoSu story.

Some of his songs struck a chord (heh) really close to both the beginning and ending I have planned for the fic in ways that are almost so on the nose, I'm sure he wrote them specifically about my blorbos hehehe (kidding, of course). But here's an example:

I'm trying not to lose my faith

And I love it when you watch me sleep You spin me 'round so I can breathe It's only safe for you and me I know you won't let me OD And if I finally die in peace Just wrap my body in these sheets And pour out the gasoline It don't mean much to me

Others that have served as inspo:

False Alarm, The Hills, Heartless (initial Nat concepts that I drifted away from a bit)

Take My Breath (Gets at Nat's fatalistic streak)

Party Monster (Early chapters, mostly Nat vibes, but also Mac)

In Your Eyes (Scene where Nat/Mac get drunk, drown some sorrows, and almost sleep together)

Blinding Lights (Inspo for a scene in Goodneighbor where Nat decides it's finally time to show Mac how she feels)

Earned It & Stargirl Interlude (smutty smut smut)

I Feel It Coming (Honestly this is just one of my favorite songs, but also, finally giving into feelings. A certain dance scene).

& Others: Pray for Me, Save Your Tears (I do like the Ariana version, hehe), Out of Time, Secrets, probably some I'm forgetting.

[Send in an ask for Fanfic Friday]

#thank you for enabling me to ramble!!#bring the gasoline #natasha sokolova #ask memes #fanfic writer friday #asks #music

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fernlessbastard · 2 years

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Hi! I'm an aspiring tnt duo author ahahaha who takes a lot of inspo from your fics and just like a lot of your vibe in general- do you have any tips on how to write tnt duo? Or just how to write as well as you ofc :DD

Hello!

Alright, so I tried to really think this one through, to actually give you something that might help, and for the longest time I had nothing, so I really hope this will help.

See, what personally helps me write them, is that in BDSM (this won't get full on sexual, dw) you have this concept of a brat. Essentially that’s a submissive person, who will constantly try to challenge and test their dominant - they try to tease and catch them off guard, just to get said person to put them back in their place.

That's how I read Wilbur's character (in general not just in bed).

Every time he's in power, he subconsciously sabotages it. He wants things to go his way, but at the same time he doesn't.

It works especially because brats are frequently misinterpreted, as just being bitchy, and not being actual subs, which isn't the case. That relates to Wilbur perfectly, in my opinion, seeing how clearly dissatisfied he is with how people treat him - run from him, listen to every word he says, ect. And yet he doesn't want that, even if that's how it seems.

But Quackity isn't like that.

Quackity doesn't bend to his will, he challenges Wilbur. He calls him out on his bullshit, holds him accountable. When everyone replies to Wilbur's shenanigans with fear and compliance, Quackity isn't afraid to metaphorically (or literally) grab him by the throat, and put him back in his place.

And that's what Wilbur wants, needs even. Like the content creator himself said, Quackity keeps Wilbur running. The opposition and defiance he gets from Quackity is enticing, irresistible even.

And that's how I write them.

No matter how many times Quackity throws Wilbur out of las Nevadas, in the end it'll only make him come back even more eagerly. The man has never had anyone else tell him no, and it shows.

And he wants Quackity to to say no to him. Because just as with the burger van, he doesn't actually want what he publicly claims he does. It's all just for show.

And Quackity understands that.

Notice, how he himself is clearly invested in their petty little dynamic.

He could get rid of Wilbur easily, he has the people and resources to do it.

But he doesn't.

Because it's fun.

Quackity understands the little game Wilbur's playing, and he eagerly participates. He's always one step ahead. Always keeping his composure. Always driving Wilbur mad, wanting more.

If it takes two to tango, then Wilbur is constantly trying to step on Quackity's feet, just for Quackity to dip him every time right before he can do so.

They both know what they want from each other, and what the other wants from them; they're willing to play that petty little game of pretend.

One other thing that is also incredibly important is trust. Those two are enemies, yes, but they respect and trust each other.

They've known one another for far too long, and have been far too vulnerable to just forget about it. They will both tease, destroy, lie, fight, but if either one of them were in need, they know the other will help them.

Ok I really hope this helps, because I genuinely have no idea how else I could reply.

Regarding writing, I really don't know what to say aside write what you want to read.

Losing Face is my first fic ever, and I started writing it 1. because I had fun writing, and 2. because I wanted to see more fics of those two in a BDSM context, that wasn't encroaching on the non-con territory with dubious consent, or unrealistic scenes, or things that just aren't BDSM at all, just a bit rough. I started it for myself, I wrote first 3 chapters in advance, and sent it just to my significant other, so that we can both enjoy it. Only then did I start taking it seriously, and posting it.

The reason why I'm so set on BDSM with these two is again - dynamic, and the trust they have in each other, but that's a rant for another day.

If you need me to clarify anything, please ask away

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kimageddon · 2 years

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A Prince of Dathomir - SPECIAL Q & A

Welcome!

If you aren't already aware, I have reached 50 chapters of my Maul x Nightsister fic, A Prince of Dathomir. I have had a really great response and I am overwhelmed that my readers like it so much. Thank you to everyone who was read this, thank you to everyone that asked me questions!

I also recieved my first ever fanart of the story and I am in awe.

FANART!!!

My wonderful friend @sl-walker made me this amazing piece of Zaiya, our protagonist, and I have to say, this is very close to how she appears in my head when I write her.

I love it so much and I am just floored by how good it looks.

Questions:

Q: So I noticed that Zaiya was teaching Savage and Feral in the usage of Force Techniques! Makes me wonder if their fates can be diverted along with them joining Zaiya and Maul down the line as a space-nomadic Dathomir Tribe?

A: That is certainly a possibility! I won't give away any spoilers, but I do have ideas for what I want to do with Feral and Savage, I don't want them to be useless certainly. Not everything will be canon accurate, we have seen a divergence already and you will see that the next few chapters divert things a little more. I know it's a vague answer but I don't want to spoil the story!

Q: I would be interested in your inspiration process.

A: Inspiration for a lot of the story actually comes from my life. I know there are those that dislike OCs because they are self-insert characters. It's my belief that the author puts a bit of themselves into every character they write. Zaiya however, I fully admit to having much of my personality, not all, but much of it. The main inspiration is from events that have happened to me and this fic is a way for me to write about it, but also combine it with my love of Star Wars. It's rather theraputic.

Q: Okay one imma ask is the Amulet. Where did you get the inspo for that? I know it was probably an homage to the amulet Savage got from Talzin but the design of yours and it's bisection.

A: I am a sucker for an Amulet. I love a tangible item for a character to be reminded of something, a physical embodiment of their connection. I actually forgot about Savage's amulet until I rewatched the show after starting the first few chapeters like "ohhhh yeah!" But I wasn't going to change it haha. I wanted something for them to have as their 'anchor'

Q: Depending in what happens to Jango or not, will we likely still possibly see some more interactions between Boba and Zaiya? You did say they were family in a way, just not under the same name?

A: I definitely think so, they are sort of cousins and I think Boba needs some friends. This was also quite the conundrum, introducing Boba and Jango. With one line of dialogue I realised that I had a big diversion from canon and my own plans, and deciding the fates of Boba and Jango. So I had to decide how far to change things and what to do about it. Either Jango had to live of Boba was getting adopted and I had not been prepared for either of those outcomes until I wrote the scene itself. Sometimes the fic and characters take on a life of their own!

Q: Will there be more animal taming?

A: I am not 100% sure. I think I would like to, Zaiya has an almost Disney Princess vibe, doesn't she? I was pretty excited when I saw the Loth-Wolves and OML I would love to give her one. Should Maul gift her one perhaps? Or maybe a Tooka? I would like to, but we shall see. I am curious now if you guys could pick an animal sidekick to give her, what would you pick? Let me know!

Q: Where you get your inspiration for her singing and songs?

A: I do write most of the songs myself (if I used existing songs they are linked in the fic), and for the inspirations I try to draw on emotion more than anything. I am a very emotive writer and I have to putmyself into the character's shoes. Feel what they feel and describe it. So when it comes to the songs, I ask myself: "What is the feeling in this scene?" "What do I want to say with the lyrics?" "Does it flow well?" With these I am usually able to conjure images and emotions and then I glare at the page in order for the words to appear. The song in Chapter 52 (Signal - Part 2) was meant to portray whimsy, innocence lost and longing. (I would be curious to know if that was what you felt on reading it, let me know!)

Q: Do you think it might be possible for Zaiya to encounter Ahsoka as well down the line? I’m sure that would make for an interesting encounter!

A: I think that is very likely! As we have seen, she finds the Clones interesting and plans to return to Kamino so I think that she will have to encounter Ahsoka at one point. As to whether they would get along... well I am not sure yet. What do you guys think?

Q: Who is your favourite side character?

A: Canon wise? Hondo. Absolutely. He is so fun to write and I make myself giggle when I do. I am not sure if any of you noticed but I have tried to follow his speech pattern as much as possible, and I hear his voice when I write his dialogue. It brings me joy. OC wise, it would be Adaji "MandoDad" Treshan. No Star Wars tale is complete without a Mando Dad, and even though we have not met Zaiya's real dad, Adaji has done a great job so far. He is kind of nuts but he has a good heart and I want to bring him back again. Lord knows what Maul will think of him. There is another mention of them coming up in the chapter titled 'Lost' (that will be chapters 55 and 56). It is my favourite chapter so far and a really big one too. There is a lot in there and it was fun to write.

Q: Did you always have the story in mind with the corporation of the pirate members as well as bounty hunters you create yourself like Adaji? Or was that something you thought of off the bat?

A: I do plan roughly, I have a small description of each chapter in a large document to give me an idea on what to do, so it was sort of planned, but I didn't have it in mind at the beginning of the story, I took a little bit to figure it out, I was writing the chapter and put Hondo in, though I realised he would need an offsider so Adaji was invented more or less on the spot. He had evolved as time has gone on and like I said, he is one of my favourites now.

Q: I was curious if Zaiya might possibly…"coerce" some of the Kaminoans to clone new legs for Maul?

A: You're not the first person to ask or suggest that to me and TEN GOLD STARS! I think chapter 51 (signal - Part 1) added more to that information. That is indeed her plan, but.... will it work out? That's the main question.

Q: What you want to do in future, do you already know how it will end or do you want to let it go on "forever"?

A: Ohhh the future... a fickle thing that it is... well, suffice to say I have at least 100 more chapters roughly planned out. At that would only take us to the events of Order 66. There will be a bunch more once we get past that because Crimson Dawn is a thing. So I think I will be doing this a while longer. Do I have an ending... uhhh... no. Not yet. Would I like to write it forever? I mean kind of... but all stories need an end. So yes it will have an ending... as soon as I think of a satisfying one.

Q: I’m thinking of posting some of my own writing but idk if anyone will read it. I haven’t posted before so I wonder how do you get readers? Did you ever have to promote your work anywhere or did you just post and ppl picked up on it?

A: I had all the same questions when I started. I didn't know if anyone would read it or care, let alone get to 50 chapters. My best friends that are also writers, they aren't that big into Star Wars either. What I have discovered is, that you write for you. If you write it hoping that it will appeal to others, it won't have as strong of a connection to it. Write the story for you and the readers will come. It's slow, hence the need to write it for yourself. I mentioned my fic on my tik tok once or twice, and on Tumblr I have had people reblog links so that has been helpful. I suppose the best advice would be to be patient, write something that makes you happy and be interactive in regards to comments and what not.

Thank you to Antex the Legendary Zoroark, @eyecandyeoz, ender_puppy and @mach-opress for your questions! I hope you are satisfied with the answers! If anyone has more questions, let me know and I might do another one of these!

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Join the tagist here and lmk if you wanna be removed. <3

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Remember me: A Night To Remember (2)

When the love of your life suffers from a disease that affects their memory of their life with you, what do you do? Will you spend your last days with them, trying to get them to remember you? The life you had, or would you give up and let them forget you?

Summary- Dr. Spencer Reid felt his whole life change when Agent Y/n L/n joined the BAU. She came in like a cool summer breeze changing everything Spencer knew about love and his capacity to care for someone so much. Y/n came to the BAU with a tragic past, her only goal was to save lives and make the world a safer place for everyone. She meets a skinny shaggy haired doctor, which causes her whole life to change, much like Spencer, will she fall in love or will her tragic past or even her job prevent her?

Pairings- Dr. Spencer Reid x f!reader.

A/N- This is a notebook inspired story, this story will be told and wrote like a chapter book. So some of the endings will not always make sense. Also I don't claim go own Criminal Minds or the Notebook, this is solely for entertainment purposes and for enjoyment. Some of the lines are from the notebook movie, again I don't claim to own either fandom/tv show/ movie. I try to make Y/n as vague as possible so shes more inclusive so if there is any descriptive things that don’t apply to you feel free to ignore them. Also just putting this out there as the story progresses Maeve is still alive and well, she is a good friend of Spencer and Y/n’s. There will be graphic content and sexual scenes in later chapters, warnings will be added as they go. Also if you want to be tagged send me an as or comment here, also send requests I'm down for making little fics.

Here is the board I've been using for inspo here

PS- Please don't post my fics anywhere without my documented consent, thanks -Karma (MoshyMosh)

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Spencer looked at his reflection in the mirror of the fitting room as he adjusted the sleeves of the suit jacket he was trying on, he sighed and stepped out of the small room into the sight of his coworkers.

“Do I look ok?” he asked his friends nervously

“Lose the gray shirt, go for white.” Derek said, looking up from his phone to Spencer. “Garcia just sent me a picture of the tie they got you that matches Y/n’s dress.” Derek said as he passed his phone to Rossi, sitting beside him.

“Yeah, white will look best.” The Italian agent said, looking up from the picture on Derek’s phone. “JJ has your tie, Spencer. She said she will bring it by later today, or in the morning it seems.” he said with a chuckle as he handed Derek his phone back.

“Looks like they're breaking out the wine.” Derek said, chucking at the picture of Penelope holding up two bottles of wine in Y/n’s living room.

“Good Italian wine they're having too.” Rossi remarked, smirking.

Derek looked back up at Spencer, “get the tux but with a white shirt.” he told him.

Spencer turned around to look at his reflection again and nodded his head in acceptance of the suit before he turned and told the employee nearby what he wanted. When the employee went to look for his shirt, Spencer went back inside the fitting room to change back.

Spencer handed the suit he neatly hung back on the hanger to the employee and followed his friends up to the registers to pay for his items. As he let Derek drive him back to his apartment he began to think about Y/n and if she really liked him or only saw him as a friend and coworker. Spencer then wondered if she was having fun with the girls.

“Why are you so quiet pretty boy?” Derek asked as he glanced from the road to Spencer then back to the road.

“Just thinking.” Spencer said looking from the window to Derek.

“About Y/n?” Derek asked softly, looking over to see Spencer nodding his head as he looked out the window again. Derek looked back to the road before he spoke. “Don't overthink your feelings or hers, it won't end well if you do.”

Spencer and Derek sat in silence the rest of the way to Spencer's apartment, once Spencer began to climb out of the car Derek spoke again.

“Keep giving her those gifts, let it come naturally.” Derek said as he watched Spencer grab his tux from the back of the car. Spencer walking into his apartment building, heading for his home as he kept repeating what Derek told him in his mind.

Y/n giggled as she sipped on her wine before she grabbed the box Emily was holding out to her. “What’s this?” she asked in confusion.

“Just open it.” Penelope said as she applied a face mask, looking into Y/n’s makeup mirror she set in Y/n’s coffee table.

Y/n shook her head with a laugh before she set her wine glass down and began to open the lid to the box. She let out a small gasp when she saw the necklace Emily showed her in the shop. “Emily... You didn’t have to do this.”

“Consider it my welcome to the team gift, that is several months overdue.” Emily said as best she could with the drying face mask on her face.

“Thank you, so much.” Y/n said before their laughter was interrupted by Y/n’s buzzer going off. “That must be the food.” Y/n said as she got up to buzz the delivery guy in. Y/n paid and brought their food back to be passed out to the girls. The rest of the night the girls laughed and cried together, just spending some time being friends.

Y/n walked into the bullpen with a groan as she felt the bright lights of the room hit her eyes. She walked over to her desk and plopped down on her chair, dropping her bag from her shoulder to the floor beside the chair.

Y/n spotted the coffee cup in her desk and grinned, looking over to Spencer. “Spencie, you are truly a Godsend.” she said as she saw him walk over to her desk, she stood and gave him a hug causing him to stand stiff.

“Uh, thank you.” Spencer said once she let him go and grabbed the coffee he got for her. She took a sip and sighed happily after.

"What are you guys doing here?" Hotch asked, walking into the bullpen in plain clothes as he looked around at the team that was in the room.

"What do you mean Hotch?" Derek asked him in confusion.

"We have the day off, I'm only here because security called me." Hotch said with a chuckle.

Y/n scoffed and shook her head, her hand reaching up to hold her head. "You're telling me I could've been at home sleeping off the wine headache?" She asked sarcastically as she reached down to pick up her bag. "Though if I did know I wouldn't have gotten my daily dose of Spencer coffee." She said as she grinned at JJ after seeing Spencer scratch the back of his neck in nervousness.

"Guys go home we have a ball tomorrow." Hotch said with a laugh, walking with everyone to the elevator. When they all began to load up in the elevator Y/n and Spencer slid to the back, standing behind everyone Y/n quietly switched the hand she was holding her coffee cup in and hooked her pinkie finger with Spencer's once she freed up her hand.

Y/n looked up at Spencer to see him smile before she leaned her head on his shoulder as they rode like the rest of the way down, only separating when the doors open to the elevator and everyone began to step out.

"Guys, let's have lunch at my place." Rossi said looking at his team. "I'll cook and from my profile of SSA L/n you seem like quite the cook."

Y/n chuckled nervously and shrugged bashfully. "I dabble but I'm down for some famous David Rossi cooking."

"Dabble? Bish please I've seen your kitchen." Penelope said, her arm hooked with Derek's as they stood around in the garage. "You're like a regular old Rachel Ray."

"That settles it. We're doing it. Everyone go home, change into more comfortable clothes and meet at my house after." Rossi called out as he walked to his car, his finger raised as he gestured to the team behind him.

Y/n watched everyone walk to their cars and begin to leave, she watched Spencer begin to walk to the exit of the garage to take public transportation back to his apartment. "Spencer!" Y/n called out to him causing him to stop and turn back around to look at her. "Let me give you a ride?" She asked him, holding her keys up.

"Uh-uh- yeah sure." Spencer said walking back over to him. "You don't have to stop at my apartment, all my clothes are like this."

Y/n smiled and nodded her head in thought. "Ok, it won't take me long to change." Y/n said as she unlocked her car and began to walk around to the driver's side door. "Come on, join me in my trusty steed." Y/n joked with a chuckle as she slid into her seat. Spencer laughed at her joke and slid into her passenger seat.

Y/n started her car and began to pull out of her parking spot then out of the fluorescent-lit garage. She started driving to her apartment, Spencer would steal glances at her as they drove, the soft sounds of Y/n singing to whatever song was on the radio, every time he looked at her a small smile would grace his lips.

"We're almost there, take a picture when you can." Y/n said with a smile, as she turned into her assigned parking space in the parking lot of her apartment complex.

"I have an eidetic memory, I physically can not forget things." Spencer said as he watched as she climbed out of her car.

Y/n laughed and leaned down to look at the man who was still sitting in the passenger seat of her car. "You coming smarty pants?" She stood up straight as she shut her door, moving to lean her hip again the hood as she waited for Spencer to get out. Y/n pressed the lock button on her key fob after he climbed out and began to walk up to her building complex.

Spencer looked around at the complex. "This is a very secure place." He noted when he looked back to watch her scan her keycard to enter into the gate that surrounded the living complexes and courtyard.

Y/n held the gate open for him and nodded as they began to walk to the building her apartment was in. "Yeah, safest one I could find when I moved here." She said softly as unlocked her door and stepped in letting him in behind.

"Why this place?" Spencer asked as he looked around at the organized chaos in her apartment. The chaos he knew from his own living space. Y/n sighed as she set her keys and bag down on the kitchen counter, Spencer looked into the kitchen and noted in his mind what Penelope was saying was true about Y/n's culinary expertise.

"I'll tell you someday." She said gesturing to her living room. "Please make yourself comfortable, I'll just be a minute." Spencer walked further into the living room as he heard her footsteps receding down the hallway to what he assumed was her bedroom.

After she changed and gather her things they were back on the road. heading to Rossi's house for the lunch he offered. The whole team had a great time at the Italian agent's house. Rossi true to his word roped Y/n into cooking with him. The time spent at his house was spent in laughter and fun. Lunch turned into dinner with Y/n being the sole cook this time and soon they were all heading home.

Spencer laid in his bed thinking about what Y/n might look like at the ball. No matter what she wore she would still look beautiful in his eyes. The night faded into the early morning dawn of the day of the ball.

The girls decided to all go to Emily's apartment to get ready for the ball. They did each other's hair and helped with their makeup. Y/n smiled at the girls as they fussed with their dresses. She looked out the window and smiled again at the soled of the setting sun. she looked back down at the mirror in front of the window and continued applying her light red lip stain.

Y/n finished her lipstick and stood, walking over her dressed that was hanging on the back of the door. "JJ help me get into this?" She asked the girl in question who was the first one dressed. She stepped into the dress and pulled it up where it belonged before she turned to let the blonde zip her up. "Girls the guys will be here any minute." She stated as she gathered her stuff.

Right as Y/n said that the doorbell to Emily's apartment buzzed signaling the rest of the team's arrival, causing Penelope and Emily to squeal in surprise. She rolled her eyes and laughed at the pair before she followed her female coworkers to the door to meet the guys downstairs to ride to the venue together.

Spencer stood outside one of the SUVs they were using for the night, watching each one of his coworkers exit the building. Spencer let out a quiet gasp when he saw Y/n, her being the last one to walk out. His eyes raked over her frame taking in every detail, knowing that it will be in his memory forever.

Y/n smiled as she stood in front of him. "Oh, I almost forgot." She said softly before she pulled out a yellow red-tipped rose that she had made into a boutonniere. "I uh- I got this for you." she said shyly as she gestured to the item in her hands.

"Thank you." Spencer said as he stepped closer to her.

"May I?" She asked as she looked up at the agent through her mascara-coated lashes.

"Uh, Yes please." Spencer said, feeling her skirt brush again his legs as she stepped closer to him. His hands instantly went to her hips, not knowing it was to keep her steady or for him to hide the shakiness of his hands. He committed the way the silky tule felt under his fingertips to his memory. Y/n focused on putting the flower in the buttonhole of his suit jacket and pinning it in place.

Spencer looked down at her hands as she straightened the accessory on his jacket. He had to suppress the whine when she stepped away, looking back to her face as it held a small smile directed at him, a blush coating her cheeks.

"Let's go love birds." Derek said with a chuckled as he and their teammates watched them. Soon everyone was loaded into the two SUVs and began driving to the location of the FBI ball.

Y/n and Spencer sat in the back seat of one of the vehicles, Spencer looked over at Y/n and watched the lights of the city flash across her face. Spencer's eyes looked down to his hand that was resting on the seat between them, her pinky finger was hooked onto his pinky and ring fingers. He smiled at the gesture and almost pouted when she pulled away as they arrived at the location.

"Let me get the door." Spencer told her as he got out of the car and rushed around to open her door. He helped her out of the car and smiled at her after he shut the door behind her. Y/n looked around before she linked her arm with his, as they began to walk up the walkway to the entrance.

The evening was spent in fun, dancing, and laughing after the awards were passed out and announcements of changes being made in the bureau were made. Soon the music slowed and Spencer asked Y/n to dance. She looked up and smiled, taking the hand he offered. He lead her to the dance floor and began to dance to the slow tune playing.

"Spencie?" Y/n asked softly, looking up from his shoulder that she was resting her head upon.

"Hmm?" He hummed out as he rested his head against hers.

"Those roses? The ones you gifted me, the coloring means friendships and or falling in love. You obviously knew that you know everything, mister four PhDs." She joked causing Spencer to chuckle and sigh in contentment. "What is your meaning behind them?" She asked softly.

"Well, we're already friends..." Spencer said softly. "Is it bad I meant them to be I am falling in love with you?"

Y/n smiled into his neck before she began to whisper. 'The poems of the privacy of the night, and of men like me. This poem dropping shy and unseen that I always carry. And that all men carry.' Y/n took a breath and pulled back to look at him.

'Love thoughts, love juice, love-odor, love yielding, love-climbers, and the climbing sap.' She continued only stopping when he started speaking.

'Arms and hands of love, lips of love, phallic thumb of love, breasts of love, bellies pressed and glued together with love.' Spencer recited from memory.

'Earth of chase love, life that is only life after love.' She recited along with him. She stopped speaking thinking that they were going to stop, she let out a soft gasp when he continued.

'The body of my love, the body of the woman I love, the body of the man, the body of the earth.' Spencer finished, as he looked into her eyes deeply. "Spontaneous me. Walt Whitman." Spencer said as he smiled softly at her.

He began to lead Y/n to the open doors that lead out to a garden, as the song finished, the garden only held a handful of people that were talking and laughing softly amongst themselves. Y/n leaned against the railing of a small gazebo he brought her to.

"You read the book of poems I gave you." She stated softly with a smile.

"I've read it and re-read it several times." He said shyly, as he rubbed the back of his neck. "And that poem I've deduced is your favorite."

"Why do you think that?" She asked, tilting her head as she looked at him, her arms coming up to rub her bare shoulders.

Spencer watched her before he took off his jacket and put it around her shoulders. "It was the fact the spine was worn and the edges of the pages were worn." He stated as he reached up to rub her arms in an effort to warm her up.

"Hey, love birds." Emily sing-songed, coming up to the pair, slightly tipsy. "Time to go or you'll be riding in a yellow chariot."

Spencer laughed and gestured for Y/n to lead the way, she smiled and began to follow the tipsy Emily to the SUVs. Y/n silently reached back for his hand, he saw this and reached for hers as well, smiling as she used one of her fingers to grip his. Spencer made a mental note to as her why she does this.

Spencer rode with her till she was dropped off at her apartment, even though it was in the opposite direction of his own. He walked her up to her door, making sure that she got home and inside safely before he let the driver take him back to his apartment. He saved the rose she gave him, much like she did with the ones he got her.

They both fell asleep in their beds, each of their thoughts thinking of the other as they drifted off.

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