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fukashiin · 1 year

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how they admire you from afar

— w. ace, deuce, floyd, kalim, jamil

⤷ times when they stare at you and think "wow theyre pretty"

ACE TRAPPOLA

- you? beautiful? him staring at you because of it?

- audacious. seriously

- he stares at you so much and he hates YOUR guts for it somehow

- like why do you have to look so breathtaking when doing the most ordinary of tasks? do you WANT him to stare at you? (not like you’re aware of how much he does anyway)

- and you miss the salty side eye he gives to the previous person you were talking to

- fail to notice the subtle pouts he sends your way and he ignores you back for the next week

- like literally what is his problem

- but the time he spends trying to “ignore” you doesn’t last for long

- because. you don’t know. how beautiful you are in his eyes.

- scribbles the most illegible notes down in his journal back in his dorm because he just can’t get rid of the sight of your face (no human is supposed to be that pretty. he’s just being ridiculous)

- posts weirdly ominous captions on his magicam stories about how “he’s going to lose it” or “how can someone be THAT blind?”

- he removed you from his close friends just so you couldn’t view it

- and he’s still wondering why you aren't taking the hint? ace please wake up you're going to harvard

- the next day is his basketball tournament. you were invited

- and the moment he was about to shoot the ball through the basket, he saw you amongst the crowd, cheering for him, yelling his name, encouraging him to score a point for NRC’s team

- he misses the shot with his hand a centimeter away from the basket and the ball bounces off the ring

- the whistle blows and the tension falls off of everyone’s shoulders

- he’s not ashamed in the least. in fact he was still focusing on you. why did you look so confused? head tilted and everything? now is not the time to distract him when he’s in a tournament you know? this is a very important day for him and he absolutely cannot miss this shot.

- he comes back to his senses when both teams that were competing against each other disappeared from the ring. only turns out it was time to take a break and he was informed of his foolish mistake

- he sees you running up to him, scoffs, and turns away

- why do you have to put him through so much? just when will you notice his dumb advances towards you?

- but all his thoughts dissipate into thin air when you smile at him so sweetly and reassure him that he’ll do better the next round

- he really hates you

- and he’s really down bad for you

DEUCE SPADE

- no. he can’t accept this. he won’t accept this. what happened to his first priority to become NRC’s notable honour student?

- stage 1: denial

- his gaze settles on you entirely, while you’re taking notes in class and you’re unaware of a hungry gaze that burns into the back of your head

- deuce then realises that he’s been balancing on the front two legs of his seat this entire time

- slips and hits his chin directly on the edge of the desk when mr. crewel calls out his name

- pull out the bandages with my melody characters cutely printed onto them, he’s going to need it

- but when your hands come in contact with his skin

- he absolutely

- FOLDS

- “let me bandage it up for you” you said. “i promise it won’t hurt one bit” you SAID

- stares at you the whole time while you’re focused on cleaning his bruise (caused by you)

- he takes notice of the bandages and feels the childish tears pricking at his eyes (caused by you)

- mutters a weak ‘thank you’ once you’re done and when you push your hair back to get rid of the accumulated sweat on your forehead, he feels an arrow shooting right through his heart

- can he blame you? everything you do is just so seemingly flawless and attractive that he can’t help but wonder if he’s truly worthy of your attention. after all, you are aware of his past

- spams his mother’s phone once he’s back at the dorm in the evening, telling her that there’s this person who’s so drop-dead gorgeous that he can’t get them out of his mind and he’s begging her, asking her what he should do with such unfamiliar feelings that poke at his heart

- except ms spade was probably dealing with a workload that evening and had her notifications off for the entire day (and probably forgot in the process so she’s worried about his son not texting her for one whole day)

- they’re bothj so silly

- the next couple of days fly by, same as ever, with deuce admiring your features at the other side of the table while you help wipe the crumbs off of grim’s face during lunch

- his entire thought process was just about how dreamy you were, he’s so lovestruck it’s insane

- and great seven does he thank them above for being able to live this day

- because you suddenly remembered that your fridge back at ramshackle dorm was out of stock

- so you offered deuce this golden opportunity to head to sam’s store together to help shop for missing groceries that you desperately needed to fill your fridge again

- he snaps out of his own thoughts and nods his head. violently. was he trying to mimic those bobble head figures?

- you were content and looked at him with that killer-smile

- instant K.O

- ace watches from the sidelines and gets up to purchase another deluxe steak hamburger that the cafeteria was handing out for a limited time

FLOYD LEECH

- completely ditches his work at mostro lounge just to sit at the booth you’re at to stare at you

- he doesn’t even say anything

- he just stares

- maybe even twirls a lil strand of your hair if you consent to that

- and he’s completely head-over-heels for you. but who knows that other than jade and azul thanks to their gifted intuition? not you, for all they know

- absolute menace

- casually slings an arm around your shoulders, wrap his arms around your waist from behind-he does all of these and starts a countdown out of nowhere for the person that you were conversing with to get away from the two of you

- you: (　ﾟдﾟ) Floyd: (*^ω^*)

- what’s that about personal space??? yeah he has zero idea of what that is while he continues staring at you

- your lips to be specific.

- every part of you just seems so-pretty? whenever you two have mixed classes together all his thoughts go right through the window and you’re the only thing that his eyes see

- leaves the classroom feeling pretty goofy. slacks his arms behind his head and accidentally whacks a student right in the face with his elbow

- hallway chases are nothing new

- you have to run twice as fast as you do in PE

- he justt thinks you’re so cute the nicknames are endless

- “my adorable shrimpy” “my cutesy little sherbet in a cup” “my one and only mike wazowski”

- they’re not even related to sea animals anymore

- revoke his pet name privileges please

KALIM-AL-ASIM

- smitten the moment he makes eye contact with you

- menace number #2 (lovingly)

- what’s wrong? you don’t want a costly chandelier installed in ramshackle’s lounge? Funny! kalim does not bother and your complaints fall on deaf ears

- cups his cheeks in his hands and kicks his legs while he watches you from afar like a little high school girl

- he has a big fat crush on you and he isn’t afraid to show it

- INSISTS jamil that they should bring back every traditional cuisine from their hometown for you to try out

- sends unprofessionally written love letters onto ramshackle’s doorstep when he’s away for the holidays (jamil modified some parts of the letter to not make it too hard to understand)

- think his only love language is giving gifts? absolutely not. doesn’t even know what the five love languages are but masters them all (and it doesn't even take him any strenuous effort)

- rambles to jamil about how beautiful you are during lunch. proceeds to even make an hour-long powerpoint presentation to show to his 30 younger siblings back at home with low-quality images downloaded from shutterstock.

- “how pretty are they?” “are you two going to get married?” “can i see them in person some time? I’ll be nice!”

- no you did NOT give him permission. but you’re okay with that. you love him too much to scold him anyway<333

- one time you were invited to scarabia’s dorm where they were holding a large banquet (kalim sat beside you and mindlessly kept placing portions of food from the table onto your own plate-it started overflowing you HAD to stop him from grabbing the tongs)

- by the time everything was settled, you went back to your own dorm to get a goodnight’s rest

- but kalim was so adamant on not letting you go that a student from his dorm basically had to rip him off of your figure

- he loves you and your cute face so much

- scratch that he loves everything about you from head to toe

- when he was back in his room daydreaming about you, he heard the door burst open

- turns out it was jamil needing to inform him about the upcoming dorm leader meeting happening the next day

- kalim accidentally called him “teddy bear” thinking it was you who decided to come back and give him a farewell kiss

- jamil took his first shot that day

JAMIL VIPER

- jamil viper is not like the other guys

- no he’s different

- he stubbornly pushes all his surfacing feelings down and outwardly ignores the elephant in the room!

- which is his abrupt crush on you

- but seriously-he has no idea what to do

- when you offered to help him make dishes for the next dorm feast scarabia was having

- he couldn’t stop staring at the way your hands handled the kitchen utensils so effortlessly

- and how you looked so laser focused on chopping the ingredients with beads of sweat starting to form on your forehead

- he’s DEFINITELY not into you at all. there’s nothing outstanding about you. he does not think you’re even pretty in the least. (press X to doubt)

- kalim takes notice frustratingly quick and suddenly he’s not a dorm leader anymore but a persuasive wingman

- kalim: you like them right??? do you want me to confess to them for you???? i promise i wont make you look stupid!

- jamil: PLEASE STO

- but when you start to become aware of the subtle signs and how he’s much more softer when it comes to you, jamil assures you that you had no fault in this at all and he’s stupid for letting such affection get to his head

- “It’s not you, it’s me.”

- (he secretly tells himself that it is kind of you because you’re just too charming to take his eyes off of??? inflexible much)

- but he still continues to stare at you. he doesn’t even know if it’s out of pure habit or if he’s just shameless anymore (news flash: it’s both)

- throw your personality into the mix and he’s very much in love

- and you were kind enough to not pay mind to it. when you do notice and call him out-he’s flushed. he’s flustered. bro ascended.

- and when you do accept his feelings, he’s relieved. he even offers to cook for you every day 24/7. and you’re rather surprised at his ability to balance all his responsibilities on his shoulders without a single slip up.

- sometimes kalim would walk with you guys in the hallway when arriving to your locker to pick up some books for your next lesson. jamil doesnt particularly mind but

- why does it feel like he’s the one who’s third wheeling?

- but in all honesty, he doesn’t mind in the least

- because he knew that you reciprocate his feelings so sincerely-and he’s grateful for it.

- mega W if you start dating jamil you won in life

#i had way too much fun writing this #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst imagines #ace trappola x reader #deuce spade x reader #floyd leech x reader #kalim al asim x reader #jamil viper x reader #ace trappola #deuce spade #floyd leech #kalim al asim #jamil viper

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negans-lucille-tblr · 3 months

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The Luckiest | JDM x Reader | Oneshot

Summary: A premier leaves Y/N feeling insecure, but luckily her husband knows how to help.

Rating: 18+ (Smut)

Pairing: Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Reader (Reader is about Jensen’s age)

Tags: Daddy kink, insecure!reader, insecurities, minor angst, oral sex (fem rec), p in v, praise kink, validation, fluff

WC: ± 2.7K

A/Ns: Commissioned by the lovely Tina. Hope you love this <3

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“Wow, Danneel looks incredible,” you sigh, your eyes landing on the dress that looks like it was handmade for Dee’s exact figure. Her hair and makeup are just as flawless as the rest of her, and she poses with her husband effortlessly as you shuffle awkwardly next to your own husband.

“She looks nice,” your husband agrees, “but you look better.”

You scoff at him, shaking your head in disagreement. Even though you and Dee are nearly the same age, you feel like your days of looking anywhere close to as glamorous as she is are past you. She’s even managed to have three kids and still look that good, and that just doesn’t seem fair.

You glance back at your husband to see him rolling his eyes.

“What?”

“You,” he chuckles softly. “I can practically hear your thoughts.”

“Oh yeah, and what am I thinking then?” You prompt, raising an eyebrow.

“You’re thinking that you’re not as pretty as her, and that you’ll never be that pretty, but you’re wrong,” he insists with a nonchalant shrug. He pauses when the organiser you’re standing beside ushers you onto the photo line. “Because I think you’re the most beautiful, perfect girl here,” he adds casually, stepping out to begin posing for the cameras.

You feel a little flustered for a second, just staring after him as the flashes illuminate him. He looks so perfect tonight in his suit without a tie. He looks over at you, a smirk gracing his lips as he lifts his hand and beckons you over with a flick of two fingers. You immediately obey, sliding up to his side where you feel totally safe, and pay the cameras no mind, finally putting the thought of your comparison to Dee out of your mind for a moment as you ride the high of Jeff’s recent words.

You giggle when he leans down to kiss your cheek and then he presses his mouth to your ear and breathes hot breath against your skin.

“Fucking gorgeous, baby girl,” he growls softly, making your insides flutter.

“Can we go soon?” you plead with your husband once all the formalities are over with and there’s just alcohol and mingling left. “I’m tired and my feet are killing me,” you complain, shuffling around in your uncomfortable heels.

Jeff chuckles softly, glancing down at the floor to your shoes, before looking back up and into your eyes.

“Five more minutes? I promised Jared I’d have a scotch with him,” Jeff explains softly, and you whine quietly under your breath but don’t protest too loudly, afraid of offending someone around you. “Don’t worry, princess, I’ll make it worth the wait,” he smirks devilishly, and then slips away, off to find Jared, you presume, and you wonder just what he means by making it worth the wait.

Your mind at first thinks of something sexual, because after that smirk, you’re pretty sure he was coming onto you, but you can’t think of anything worse right now. You’ve spent the night surrounded by women far prettier and slimmer and better than you in every single way, and all you want to do is curl up in a ball of self pity and sleep this whole evening off. You’re not sure what’s really gotten into you lately, but you’ve never felt this badly about yourself before. You’ve never loved yourself, but your insecurities have never gotten this bad. But then you suppose you and Jeff have been married a short while now, and the ‘honeymoon’ phase died off a little while ago. He used to barely keep his hands off of you, and while he still says the right things and calls you beautiful and makes you feel loved, it’s been a while since you’ve been made to feel sexy.

When Jeff finally pries himself away from the boys, he finds you once again, and wraps his arm around your waist, finally putting you out of your misery and telling you you can go home. He leads you out to the limo quietly, and opens the door for you to climb in, getting in alongside you. The driver takes you home, and you sit in silence with your husband in the back for a short while, just looking out of the window until you feel his hand on your thigh. Turning your head you catch his eye, and offer him a weak smile at best, feeling truly exhausted and ready to get out of your stupid dress, feeling like you’re trying too hard.

Jeff doesn’t say anything, and his eyes leave yours as he glances towards the driver, the partian most of the way up, so he reaches over to the switch and closes it completely. That’s when his hand slips down your thigh, to the hem of your dress, and then under it, moving back up to where it was, only this time, on your bare skin.

“What’re you doing?” you whisper, even though you know the driver won’t hear you through the privacy screen.

“I’ve tried to keep my hands off of you as long as I could, but I don’t think I can resist any longer,” he states matter-of-factly.

You scoff and shake your head, wondering if he’s just saying and doing all this to make you feel better. He’s not acted like this since you were dating.

“Jeff, c’mon,” you sigh, pushing his hand away.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, blinking.

“I’m not in the mood, okay?” you insist, feeling tears begin to press at the backs of your eyes as you look out the window again.

“Is this about Dee?” he asks, his hand once again on your thigh, but this time it’s lower down, over your dress, and he squeezes it lovingly.

“No… yes… maybe… I don’t know, Jeff, I’m just tired, and I feel shitty,” you finally conclude.

Jeff sighs heavily, his thumb brushing back and forth along your leg. “Alright,” he finally relents, and much to your disappointment he lets go.

For a moment, you feel annoyed that he hadn’t tried harder to cheer you up, wondering if he too thinks that Dee is more attractive than you, and when you glance over at him to wonder what he’s thinking, his eyes are fixed on his own window, and stay that way for the rest of the ride home.

It’s even quieter between you as you get through your front door, and you’re even more determined to get into comfortable clothes and go straight to bed, but before you can make your way to the stairs, you feel Jeff’s hand wrap around your wrist and tug you backwards, bringing you towards him.

“Jeff, please,” you whine, but when you finally look up at him and see the darkness in his eyes, you pause your protests.

“Jeff?” he questions, “have you forgotten your manners, young lady?”

“No, Daddy,” you reply, almost so quickly it’s embarrassing.

“That’s better,” he nods, and a tiny smirk dances along his lips. “Now, do you really want to go to bed, or do you want Daddy to remind you just how perfect he thinks you are?”

Jeff hadn’t pulled out the ‘daddy’ card in a long time, and instantly you remember back to the days spent between sheets when you first started dating, and how he would be so perfect at taking control, but there was always something so soft and caring with everything he did. You were his, you belonged to him, he could make you do anything he wanted, but in return he made you feel safe and protected, and like the most special thing in his world. And that’s when it hits you. This is what you’d been missing, this is what made you feel good about yourself before, and since it stopped, it’s like you felt like part of you had been taken away. And, of course, Jeff is just utterly perfect and can somehow read your mind and know you better than you know yourself. So of course, he knows exactly what he’s doing right now.

“I think I need a reminder,” you finally tell him, your voice quiet and soft.

“I think you’re right,” Jeff nods in agreement, pulling you tight against him, reaching up to caress the side of your face lovingly. “Because I don’t like the way you talked about my baby girl tonight.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” you whimper, feeling like you’ve let him down somehow.

“That’s okay. It’s my fault, I forget to remind her how she drives me crazy. I stopped telling her how often I find myself watching her, wishing I could be inside her all day every day. I guess she doesn’t realise how often I find myself thinking about fucking her.”

You whimper at his words, your legs becoming wobbly for a reason other than your heels, now. Your aching feet are the last thing on your mind as your pussy begins to drip in your panties, and you rub your thighs together for friction.

“I just wish she’d believe me whenever I do tell her these things. Because I really couldn’t wait to get her home tonight, I couldn’t wait to get my hands on her skin, couldn’t wait to rip this dress off and leave it on the floor. She was the only one that could steal my attention tonight.”

“Is that why you had a scotch with Jared?” you bravely sass, and Jeff chuckles, a little darker than usual which only makes your insides flutter.

“If I remember rightly, teasing is one of your favourite forms of foreplay,” he smirks, and you pout your lips, hating that he’s right and he knows you that well. “Now if you don’t mind, baby girl, I think I’ve been patient enough tonight,” he growls lowly, bringing his lips to within millimeters of yours. “I wanted to spend the car ride there with my mouth between your legs, but I didn’t wanna ruin your outfit.”

“Well you can ruin it now,” you breathe out, “Daddy,” you quickly add when you remember.

“Good,” Jeff growls, his hand twisting into your hair as he closes the gap between you and kisses you fervently.

You expect him to move it towards the stairs, or maybe even lift you and carry you to your bedroom, but Jeff does no such thing, and after a few moments of making out in the hallway, he begins to guide you backwards, towards the couch in the living room, pushing your back against the tall arm. You're just tall enough to slide your ass onto it, and Jeff’s lips leave yours as they drop to your thighs, and he eagerly pushes your dress up your legs and pulls your panties to one side, placing sloppy, wet kisses up the inside of your thigh, pushing your legs apart.

“Fuck, Daddy, please,” you whine, pushing your fingers through his hair and making him chuckle against your skin.

“I’ve missed that word on your lips,” he groans, biting down on your skin playfully.

“I’ve missed it too,” you admit, your eyes fluttering closed in anticipation.

“Fuck, baby girl, you’re fucking perfect, look at you. How did I get so lucky, hm?” he hums, and then licks a stripe through your slick, only moaning louder as the taste hits his tongue.

“Oh shit,” you gasp, throwing your head back in the ripple of pleasure that washes over you at the first sensation between your legs.

“You taste so fucking good,” he praises, licking another stipe, and another, before sucking your clit between his lips.

He dines on your pussy for what might be hours, and your legs tremble and shake around him when you release your third orgasm onto his tongue, panting heavily as you start to come down from your high, only to feel Jeff’s mouth build it back up once again.

“Please, Daddy, want your cock so bad, please,” you beg, wearily.

“How can I resist when you beg so fucking pretty?” he groans, finally standing at full height, unzipping his slacks and fisting out his rock hard cock. You moan at the sight which makes him chuckle, and instinctively your legs widen further as if to invite him in. “Jesus Christ, baby girl,” Jeff growls, his lips and beard still glistening with your slick. “I could make myself cum just watching you like this,” he smirks, his fist slowly moving up and down his shaft.

“No,” you whine needily, wanting him inside you before he even thinks about ending this. “Want your cock, Daddy, please,” you beg.

“Alright, alright,” he laughs, stepping forward. He reaches up and softly wraps his hand around your neck, forcing you to look right at him, his cock teasing your entrance. “Do you wanna know what me and the boys talked about tonight?” he asks, and you instantly nod your head, wanting to know absolutely anything he is willing to tell you right now. “I told them how I couldn’t wait to get you home, how lucky I was that out of all the girls there tonight, you were the one I married… I told them how hard you made my cock the second I saw you in this dress this evening,” he tells you. “And d’you know what Jensen said?”

You shake your head, your heart thudding in your chest. “No,” you whine, still desperate for Jeff to stop teasing and push his cock inside you already.

“He told me he couldn’t blame me, told me I was a lucky guy,” Jeff confirms, a smirk spreading over his mouth. “I couldn’t agree more.”

The fact that someone else thinks that you’re attractive – someone who is married to someone as perfect as Danneel, no less – seems to do wonders for your confidence, and if you hadn’t already started to lift out of your funk thanks to Jeff’s words tonight, this would’ve certainly done it alone. Jeff seems to choose that exact moment to sink into you, and your eyes roll in pleasure as he hums and whispers about how perfect you feel, and how he never wants to fuck another pussy, how yours is the only one he ever wants wrapped around his cock again.

His constant praises and brutal thrusts are enough to keep your climaxes coming, over and over again as you desperately try to hold onto your last remaining shred of sanity, but by the time Jeff’s through with you, you’re barely able to move, and your whole body trembles in his hold when he finally pulls you into his lap and strokes your hair as you both recover on the couch together. You smile happily to yourself, feeling so much better than you had been earlier this evening, and maybe it’s the countless orgasms he ripped from your body, but you feel like maybe you could believe at least some of the things Jeff had told you.

“You were lying weren’t you?” you finally ask, looking up at him.

“I don’t lie to you, baby girl,” Jeff insists, with no room for an argument in his voice.

“Jensen didn’t say that,” you tell him, adamantly.

“He did, actually,” Jeff chuckles. “Actually made me a little jealous,” he admits. “I urm… I know I’m not as attractive as him, and he’s younger, could probably keep up with you better,” he blushes.

You scoff, sitting up to shake your head at him. “Are you kidding? I was the luckiest girl there tonight.”

Jeff shakes his head, and you quickly realise that you’re not the only insecure one in your relationship, and you wonder if this is how you make Jeff feel when you say similar things about yourself.

“Okay, here’s the deal,” you announce. “I’ll start believing you if you start believing me.”

“Alright, deal,” Jeff nods, smiling softly. “But on one condition,” he adds, which makes you frown slightly. “We bring that Daddy thing back because fuck, that was hot.”

You laugh and nod your head. “Yeah, I guess I’m okay with that,” you smirk.

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sparklypinkflightsuit · 10 days

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Stars Align: Part 2

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Eventual Smut, Fluff, Mentions of Abuse, Violence, Angry Bradley, Alcohol Misuse.

-- Part 1 Here --

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18+ Only

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Present:

Bradley stood looking at you in awe and shock. He couldn't believe his eyes. In front of him stood a gorgeous woman, breathtakingly beautiful, and surprisingly confident having just nearly fallen. The woman in front of him was a stark contrast to the shy girl he'd known years ago, yet she was exactly the same somehow.

"Birdy is that really you?" He blinked as his strong beefy hands held you in place.

You chuckled, your mouth curling into a grin as you looked into the familiar brown eyes that kept you sane throughout high school.

"It sure is, but I'm having a hard time believing it's you, Brad." You took in his enormous stature, tanned muscles bulging under his tight shirt sleeves, sweat glistening off of his exposed chest under the colourful lights. He now had a strong moustache, a chiselled jawline replaced his chubby cheeks, and his mop of dark hair now neat blond-chestnut curls, complimenting his sun kissed skin.

You and Bradley stared at one another for what felt like forever, before he huffed a laugh of disbelief, shook his head, and pulled you in for a hug, the familiar feeling catching you off guard and you sucked in a deep breath. He still smelled the same, like tobacco and cedar wood, just without the sweaty teen boy odour.

You gingerly wrapped your arms around him and squeezed, you forgot how much you'd missed him.

You must have been holding one another for a long time, because Gabby suddenly cleared her throat and pulled you from your bubble. You pulled away and looked at her awkwardly as she raised an eyebrow at you.

"Been here literally 2 minutes and you've already pulled." She scoffed jokingly.

You laughed, "Uhm, Gabs this is Bradley, my old best friend I was telling you about."

"Hi." Bradley smiled and stuck out a hand. She shook his hand and mouthed a not so secret 'wow' at you. You rolled your eyes and turned to Bradley.

"What are you doing here?"

"Oh, it's my friends bachelor party tonight, he's around here somewhere." Bradley scanned the room but came up short. "What about you...two?"

"I just moved here, Gabby's showing me around, I guess you could say." You chuckled awkwardly.

"I'll... let you two catch up. I need the bathroom anyway." She winked at you as she handed you her drink to watch.

"So, you're not in New York for long then I'd imagine?" You asked.

"Nah, just until after the wedding. I'm out of here Monday." He explained as you walked a little way out of the crowd to a quiet corner. You nodded.

"That's a pity, would be nice to catch up. Look Brad, I'm sorry I stopped responding to your texts, I-"

"Hey, say no more. Life gets busy, I get it." He gave you a reassuring smile. Bradley had no idea just how busy and crazy life had gotten after you moved. "While you're here, do you wanna go for a drink?"

"What you mean, like, now?" You asked. "Aren't you here with your friends? Plus I'm with Gabby, I shouldn't..."

"Okay, how about after?"

You thought for a moment, and nodded. "Yeah, okay. I'll have a few drinks with Gabs, and you can come grab me when you're finished?"

Bradley nodded and bit his lip to stop a grin, "Good. We've got a lot of catching up to do, Birdy. I've missed you." and like the old days, Bradley ruffled your hair and left. You huffed and fixed your hair just as Gabby came back from the bathroom, and you struggled to keep your focus on her for the rest of the evening.

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Past:

You'd just finished getting ready, your baby pink prom dress looked super cute and your mom had loosely French Braided your unruly waves. She'd skilfully applied makeup so that your skin looked flawless and your eyes popped. You'd never felt more beautiful, and suddenly you felt less nervous. Maybe Bradley would see you and forget all about Michelle.

The doorbell rang and your dad went to answer it, you could hear him and Bradley talking about the latest football game.

"You ready?" Your mom grinned, "You look beautiful, pumpkin."

You nodded with a grin and you walked to the front door. Bradley turned as he saw you and his jaw dropped.

"Jeez, Birdy, you look pretty." He breathed.

"Oh shut up." You blushed, "You look nice too. But what's with the red tie, you look like a rooster." You teased. Bradley scoffed with mock offense.

"Right, Birdy and Rooster, get out of my house." Your dad laughed. "Have a good time, but make sure she's home by 11, son."

"Yes sir, have a good night!" Bradley waved goodbye to your parents and you shot them awkward looks, telling them to close the door and go inside.

You mom pulled your dad inside and shut the door.

Bradley helped you into his truck, carefully lifting your dress so it wouldn't rub against the dirty sides, and even went so far as to buckle you in. Your faces were inches apart, and you scanned the face you'd gotten so used to for the millionth time, only he seemed different now.

As he climbed into the front seat, he stopped to look at you for a while.

"What?" You asked, feeling self conscious suddenly.

"Nothing, you just really do look pretty. Didn't realise you could clean up so good." He grinned as he started the truck and pulled away.

You scoffed, "Speak for yourself, Bradshaw. Other than the tie you look like a real man."

"I am a real man, thank you. If only you could see what's under these pants, you'd be-"

"Ew, shut up." You smacked him playfully on the arm and Bradley laughed.

You pulled up to Michelle's house and you waited in the car as Bradley walked up the long drive to her front door. He knocked and Michelle walked out, looking stunning in a figure hugging red dress, her boobs almost spilling over the top.

You sighed as you watched Bradleys eyes light up as they walked down to the car. Michelle stopped in front of your door, looking at you expectantly. Bradley moved around her to open the back door for her to get in, but she didn't budge.

You looked at her and rolled down the window.

"Hi Michelle."

"Hello, aren't you gonna... you know?" Her voice was steely and bored.

"You want me to move?" You asked in disbelief.

"Well yeah, I am his date. What are people gonna think when they see me climbing out of the back of this thing?" she scoffed.

"Okay." You mumbled, unbuckling your seat belt.

"No, Birdy. Michelle, she's already sitting there, it's not a big deal, can't you just climb in the back? It's less than 2 minutes to the hall." Bradley argued, and you stopped in your tracks.

Michelle raised her eyebrows at him, and immediately you sensed the energy shift.

"No, it's fine." You opened the door and hopped out, Michelle immediately taking your place.

"What are you doing? That's always your spot." Bradley whispered to you as you climbed into the back.

"Keeping the peace." you whispered back.

Bradley huffed out a sigh and shook his head, crossing over to the front and climbing in.

The drive to the school hall was silent and awkward, and you noticed Bradleys eyes flitting to you in the back seat through the rear view mirror every so often.

When the car stopped, you hopped out, and Michelle waited for Bradley to cross to her end and help her out of the truck.

The three of you walked towards the school, and as more people came into view, Michelle's energy shifted again. She was all smiles as she hung on to Bradleys arm, you awkwardly falling behind.

"Smile for the camera Brad." She forced through her grin, and planted a kiss on his cheek as the school reported snapped a picture.

This would be a long evening and you knew it.

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Present:

The night moved quickly, and the drinks were flowing as you and Gabby took to the dance floor. You lost yourself in the music until you were out of breath and beckoned for Gabby to join you outside, but she gestured to the guy she was dancing with. You nodded and went out to the balcony.

The night air was beginning to cool and you welcomed the goosebumps that covered your too hot skin. Your feet were killing you, so you leaned against the balcony railing to take some of the weight off of them.

As you watched the people on the street below, you gradually regained your breath. You stood up to go back inside, but you felt a body bump up against you.

"Oh sorry." you apologised for them, as you stepped away, giving the drunk man a polite nod.

"Wait, baby, where are you going? I was hoping to get to know you, been watching you all night. You dance real good." The man slurred, grabbing your wrist.

You pulled out of his grip, "Sorry I have to get back to my friend." You turned to walk inside, but he suddenly wrapped a hand around your waist and pulled his hand against your stomach until you were pressed up against him.

You writhed against him, but his grip was too strong.

"Let go." You demanded, "Get off of me." You tried to pry his hands away, but even in his drunken state he was too strong for you.

"Come on, lady, I just wanna buy you a drink, stop being such a fuckin' prude." He struggled against you, his hot breath gliding across your cheek.

"I said get OFF!" You elbowed the man in the chest and he loosened his grip as he gasped, and you went flying away from him.

For the second time that evening, you collided into someone else, and looked up to see concerned, familiar eyes. Bradley scanned your face for a second, and once he was sure you were ok, he turned his attention to the man.

An angry scowl you had only seen once before appeared on his face as she crossed the balcony and lifted the man by his shirt.

As the man dangled a couple feet off of the ground, he whimpered. Your jaw dropped at the sheer strength Bradley possessed. You guessed those muscles weren't just for show.

"If I don't see you leave in the next 2 minutes, I swear to god I'm gonna ruin that pretty boy face of yours. You touch my girl again, or any other girl while I'm around, that's end game for you, buddy. Got it?" He growled.

The man nodded, "I'm sorry, I- I didn't know she was spoken for, honest." He whimpered, and Bradley threw him to the ground.

"Get out."

The man hurried to his feet and passed you. Sure enough after a couple minutes he exited the building quickly and you watched as he ran down the street below, before turning your attention back to Bradley.

"That was incredible." You mumbled.

"Are you okay?" Bradley asked, crossing the balcony to inspect you fully. His hands smoother over your bare arms and then his hands cupped your face.

"I'm ok, Brad, he literally just grabbed me, I'm fine." You pushed his hands away.

Bradley nodded, and let out a breath of relief as his big hands ran through his curls.

"You ready to go get that drink?"

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Past:

"Oh my god, Y/N! You look so pretty!" Sophie from your English class commented.

"Thanks Soph, so do you!" You turned and made pleasant conversation with Sophie and another girl, while Bradley did his rounds with Michelle and her friends. It was all fake smiles and posing for pictures, and Bradley found himself growing bored quickly.

"Hey, I'm gonna go grab some soda, you want one?" Bradley offered, and Michelle nodded, turning back to her friends.

"You look hot, girl, and so does Mr Bradshaw over there, did he get... bigger, over the summer?" Jessica asked Michelle, their whole group giggling.

Michelle rolled her eyes, "Ugh, maybe, I don't know. I'm having the worst time. His little friend is tagging along as a pity invite. It's like having his little sister along for the ride."

"Who?" Jessica asked.

"Y/N Y/L/N." she pointed to you in the corner of the room. "I doubt I'm gonna get my V card swiped tonight, wanna ditch?"

Bradley hadn't noticed when Michelle and her friends slipped out. Jessica had a fake licence, and they'd decided to buy some drinks and hit a house party instead.

When he turned around, she was gone, and he scanned the room for her. When he saw you, he immediately crossed over to you and handed you your soda.

"Thanks, 'Rooster'." You said playfully, as you opened the can.

"Have you seen Michelle anywhere?" He asked, distracted.

You shook your head, "Last place I saw her was over by the DJ booth talking to her friends. Maybe ask the DJ?"

Bradley nodded and walked over as you stood against the wall and watched your school mates dancing and chatting away.

A few minutes later, Bradley stormed over to you.

"Did you find her?" You asked over the music, Bradleys eyes were dark and his eyebrows were creased, he was pissed.

"What did you say to her?" He demanded. You straigtened.

"What do you mean?"

"What did you say to Michelle? The DJ says she was talking about you and then wanted to leave." his face was red now, and his chest was heaving.

"I didn't say anything to her, I've literally just been standing here the-"

"You must have done something. God, that's just like you, Y/N. Just because you didn't get asked to Prom you thought it would be better to scare her away so I'd be all yours instead, didn't you? Didn't you?" He demanded, and you were too shocked to say anything. Bradley took this as confirmation.

He scoffed and his hands fell to his hips as he nodded.

"Yeah, of course you did. Thanks a lot, you ruined my fucking night."

You watched as Bradley stormed out of the hall, and hot tears rolled down your face, ruining your perfect makeup.

"Y/N, are you okay?" Sophie asked, having witnessed the whole thing, gently taking your arm and pulling you to a table to sit. You wiped your eyes and nodded, your eyes trained on the door, hoping Bradley would come back in for you.

After a few minutes, Sophie having done her best to console you, you excused yourself and walked outside. You looked around for Bradley, but he wasn't among the few students and teachers outside, so you crossed the lawn and made your way down the sidewalk to where Bradley had parked the truck.

Your lip quivered as you realised, dread suddenly washing over you. Bradley had left you behind.

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desertdollranch · 1 month

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Opening and reviewing my first Australian Girl doll

She spent more than a month in a box, making her way halfway across the world to her new home, and now here she is! I'm so relieved that she arrived safely. It was the longest I've ever had to wait for a doll, and through much of her journey I didn't know where she was or when she would be here.

I don't want to drop too big of a spoiler, but listen to this........ she was so worth the wait, and the money. This doll instantly won my heart with how exquisite she is in every way.

Australian Girl dolls were specially made for Australian children, by Helen Schofield, a grandmother who loved dolls. She created the brand when she couldn't find an age appropriate doll that was locally available or good quality. So she created these dolls to help children feel pride in Australian culture, while teaching them about friendship and empathy. There are five girls to befriend--Amy, Jasmine, Emily, Bronte, and Matilda, each representing a different region of the country, ethnicity, and lifestyle.

The company itself has quite high standards. They strive to reduce waste in their product packaging, and they use a factory in China that treats its workers humanely and does not use child labor.

If you've been around my blog for a while, you know how much I love collecting diverse brands and types of play dolls, especially international dolls. Also, this one will be extra special because I actually have an Australian grandmother--she's also a doll collector, and I'm looking forward to showing her my new doll the next time I see her.

After the cut, I'll show you who she is, and talk about why I chose her. I'll compare her with similar-sized dolls as well, and have her do some dressing up.

Before we get to the unboxing, let's check out the little goodies included with my doll.

First is a little pamphlet explaining why the dolls are special, but also represent real girls growing up in Australia.

There's another pamphlet about how to care for your doll.

All of the dolls come with a fun freebie: this cute pair of thongs.

Another freebie (a $30 AUD value) is this very sturdy doll carrier with pockets for accessories.

I also bought a pair of sneakers for my new girl. I figured her feet would be a bit larger than my other dolls, and these are cute, so she now has three pairs of shoes to wear.

Anyway. Enough of the small stuff. Let's let her out of the box.

It's Amy from Adelaide!

I chose Amy after three entire years of being indecisive and going back and forth on exactly which Australian Girl I wanted. They're all equally adorable, so I picked Amy because her personality seems very sweet, and I love that she has mixed heritage. According to the Austrlaian Girl dolls website, Amy's family tree is a mix of Aboriginal and Dutch on her mother's side, and English and Indian/Fijian on her father's side. Very representative of modern Australia!

I have no regrets. She is perfect!!! Just the most charming little angel. I am officially WOWED.

I'm seriously impressed at the superior quality of her construction. I understand why she was priced a bit higher than similar dolls. She is, from head to toe, beautifully made, with so many sweet details. Her dress and shoes are also impeccably made and feel very durable.

Her hair is flawless. It's a Kanekalon wig with loose curls, in a gorgeous shade of brown. Her eyes open and close. She has both painted and attached eyelashes.

She has a gap between her big toe and the next toe, so she can wear her sandals and thongs.

Her elbows are dimpled and she has subtle blush color on parts of her skin, including elbows and hands.

She has a crease across her palm.

She has articulation at her shoulders, hips, and neck. Her limbs, head, and shoulders are vinyl, and she has a huggable soft tummy. I don't really have a strong preference for either cloth torsos, vinyl torsos, or half and half like Amy. They all have pros and cons. This specific construction is nice in that she can wear low-neckline clothes without showing a cloth body, but it does make her harder to repair in case she has to be fixed.

I have a pretty good idea of what she'll be wearing when she's ready to change out of her pink party dress.

The first photo shows her in a dress I made. The second is a Maplelea dress and hat. The rest are all American Girl brand clothing, except for the shoes. Amy can comfortably wear most stretchy clothes by AG and similar brands like Our Generation, but her feet absolutely will not fit AG, OG, or Maplelea shoes.

The exception to the clothes is some of the tighter pieces. This AG shirt did not fit well. Amy's shoulders are a bit more broad than smaller dolls, and so without some extra give this is too tight.

Amy is 20 inches/51 centimeters tall. Here she is next to my Our Generation doll Jordana. I'm using an OG doll because they're actually available locally in Australia. Whereas American Girl dolls, which I usually use when I compare brands, have to make an overseas journey. So it's only fair that I consider any Australians reading this now who are wondering how Amy compares.

Amy is tall, but not the tallest doll in the family! Here she is next to Fernanda, my Karito Kids doll, who is about an inch taller although slimmer. Karito Kids dolls are in fact just slightly skinnier than American Girl dolls, so they have a much easier time sharing clothes.

In conclusion, I highly highly recommend this doll. She's absolutely sublime! I'm so thrilled to have her here, and I'm looking forward to having lots of adventures with her.

Obviously I'm far from Australia, but my Amy will still live her life as if she were in a suburb outside of the city of Adelaide. I've been looking at pictures of the geography of the state of South Australia, and there are some places in the mountainous parts that look pretty similar to the desert southwest where I live. So Amy will have no idea she's actually in the USA. Don't tell her the truth!

#australian girl dolls #20 inch dolls #international dolls #doll review

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misseviehyde · 9 months

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HEAD-FUCK

Monica Johnson had been pretty fucked over when she had been at High school. A victim of bullying - even though she was now a Mom and a successful artist - she still had night terrors and flashbacks about those awful days in her past.

Her loving daughter Wren had given her Mom a book on art therapy and it had suggested that Monica work out her trauma through her art. She hadn't given the idea much thought - till one day when she was doing the gardening - she dug up a huge lump of weird grey clay and the idea came to her in a flash of inspiration.

She needed to rid herself of her bullies influence and perhaps she could channel that into her art? She could create something with the clay that she could pour all her fears and memories of the wicked bad girl bullies who had tormented her at school into.

The clay was like nothing she had ever worked with before. It seemed to suck out all the memories from her mind and she almost felt like the clay was shaping her ideas rather than the other way round. All the malice, evil and bitchiness of her bullies seemed to be drained out of her into the clay.

After a frenzy of work - she stood back and shivered as she looked at the five perfect busts now standing in her studio. The gloating, perfect face of her spoiled rich bully Violet gazed back at her with that wicked twist to her lips - the bitchy look she had always feared. Violet's slutty beta-bitches surrounded her... but her bust was the central piece. What a whore.

"Wow... that bust is kinda hot," suddenly giggled Wren as she walked in and her Mom nearly jumped out of her skin. Wren gazed admiringly at her Mom's work - not understanding the meaning behind it.

"She was the bitch at school who nearly ruined my life," chided Monica gently and Wren's face fell as she realised her mistake.

"Oh shit... I had no idea Mom. Sorry. What a bitch. She is kind of striking though."

Monica looked at Wren. Her daughter seemed fascinated by the bust and couldn't tear her eyes from it. She was flushed and her breathing seemed heavy. There was almost a magnetic charge in the air and without even realising it Wren was being drawn towards Violet.

"Wren... it needs firing, don't touch it yet please," warned Monica and Wren shook herself out of whatever trance she had nearly been in.

"Oh... sorry - I didn't even realise, sorry. Ummm dinner is ready. You okay to come now?"

**************

Wren's heart was pounding as she unlocked the door to her mother's studio and flicked on the lights. She didn't know why she was here... but something had made her desperate to see the busts of her Mom's bullies once again.

Wren approached Violet's bust. She knew she should hate the face of her Mother's main bully but it was so beautiful and hot. The face of a fucking Alpha bitch and a slutty Princess.

To her shame she was wet and looking at the now fired bust, it was even finer and more beautiful than before. Whatever weird clay her Mom had found and used had really made it come to life.

Wren drew closer and slowly brought her hands to the face. She had... she just had to touch it. She wanted to know how it felt... she wanted to experience her Mother's bully close up.

Her fingers made contact slowly... almost longingly and Wren groaned in sexual pleasure as she felt the smooth perfect surface charged beneath her fingertips and an erotic tingle swiftly ran up her arms through her hands as the clay seemed to come alive.

"Oh fuck yes," she moaned wetly, not resisting as the clay began to flow and spread over her skin. It magically sank into her flesh and where it passed, her body was transformed and enhanced.

Wren groaned and arched her back as the clay spread like wildfire corrupting and changing her. Her small breasts swelled up with the evil clay and then took on the texture of soft flawless skin and her hips swelled out and her buttocks became round and perfectly toned. Her body was now that of a Goddess and it began to tan as every inch of body hair burned away.

Rapidly the clay spread up her neck and ran through her hair... her short red locks becoming lustrous strands of brunette perfection as the clay reached her face and she moaned as it spread and overwhelmed her freckled face... giving her the superior features of the busts original inspiration.

Violet's perfect lips and beautiful eyes came alive as the clay merged with Wren's skin and even her clothing transformed - her demure dress replaced by a tight crop top and tiny pair of shorts. It felt so good and her body was on fire as her voice and even her posture changed.

Wren's tight new pussy felt amazing and her body thrummed with power. She felt so alive.

Oh yes... you're a fucking hot bully now and it feels so good.

The clay had completed it's work and with a gasp she pulled her new sexier hands free and stated down at a familiar face. Wren's own face... now perfectly rendered in the clay... gazed back at her. She felt a wrench of disgust at how ugly it was.

Eugh, what a disgusting face. Your new one is so much better.

Wren smiled as she walked over to the mirror at the back of her Mom's studio and she began to play with herself. "Ohhhh fuck my big tits feel great," she grasped as she groped herself and began to finger fuck her tight wet cunt.

Yesssss so much tighter than your old pussy. Your ass is so tight too. Imagine how it will feel to get both pounded by all those hot boys you fantasise about at school?

"Oh fuck, that's so nasty. Yes I want it so bad!"

Her fingers went deeper and she rubbed her clit and bit her full, plump lip as she imagined being spread eagled and fucked hard by a bad boy.

"Yessss give it to me!"

Soon it will be real... Violet. Soon you will be the biggest bully and popular girl at school. Now cum and enjoy how it feels.

Suddenly Wren was cumming harder than she had ever cum before and her head was thrown back in ecstasy as she enjoyed her superior new form and squirted into her panties. She was so fucking wet and horny... she loved how it felt.

Standing up she giggled and licked her sticky fingers, then with a slutty hum returned to investigate the bust of herself, idly admiring her massive new tits in the mirror as she did so.

"Such a disgusting face, but I assume I need to touch it to turn back." Wren's hands almost felt repelled as she reached down to touch her old face.

With great effort she forced them down and she groaned in pain as the freshly bonded clay on her body began to flow away and unbind- returning to the bust. Her big tits and perfect body melted away and in moments Violet's face had returned to the clay and a restored Wren lay at the base of the pedestal panting.

"Oh shit... what did I do? I felt so wicked and I liked it."

Conflicted Wren rose, then with a sob she turned away from the gloating bust of Violet and ran...

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Monica could see something was bothering her daughter but she couldn't tell what. Wren looked tired, like she hadn't slept properly. Her daughter was dark eyed and seemed agitated.

Deciding it was probably just a phase, Monica wished Wren a good day at school and left - just as Wren's best friend Laura arrived.

"Hi Laura... have a nice day girls."

Wren watched her Mom leave and then turned to her friend. "Thanks for coming. I have to show you something."

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Laura shivered as Wren confidently led her into her Mom's studio and she saw the five sexy busts on display.

"Laura. You'll think I'm crazy... but last night I touched this bust and I think I got transformed into a copy of my Mom's bully at school. It really freaked me out, but I've been thinking about it all night and I realise this is a chance too good to miss."

Laura shook her head. "Wren, what the hell are you talking about?"

"I think the other busts will do the same. Mom doesn't need to know that we're using them, but we can become hot and beautiful and more confident. We can have so much fun with these busts. I had such a good orgasm as Violet and I want more. Just watch."

With a grin Wren grabbed Violet's bust and moaned orgasmically as the clay began to spread. It took over her body much quicker this time and Laura watched in awe as her friend transformed into a hot busty bully.

Wren was clearly enjoying the transformation and as it completed itself she smirked and stretched her slutty body - flaunting it to her friend and showing off.

"Ahhhhh that's better. I'm Violet now. Now pick a bust you dumb bitch and let's see what you end up looking like..."

"I... I don't want to," sobbed Laura.

"Awww that's too bad bitch," laughed Violet as she grabbed Laura's arms and forced them down onto a bust.

"Did I say you had a fucking choice?"

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Wren smirked as Laura returned from the counter bringing her coffee. How fun to have a lackey. Corrupting Laura into an obedient Beta had been so easy and so much fun.

"Thanks Nikki."

"No problem Violet."

Wren felt a delicious surge of power at her friends subservience. Laura now looked like a beautiful bitch too - but not as beautiful as Wren. Clearly she also felt a desire to serve and please her Alpha. The new names were hot too.

As it should be.

Wren wasn't sure where the voice was coming from - but she really liked it. It made her feel hot and powerful everytime she heard it. It had infected her dreams last night after her experience with Violet. It had made her ache for more. It had awoken new hungers in her once innocent heart.

You should think of yourself as Violet. Wren is back in the studio in the clay. You're better than her now.

Violet nodded slowly. The voice was right. She was Violet now. Wren was a nobody. Being Violet felt so much better. She gave a fake smile as two hot boys checked her out. Yes... everyone wanted her now. It felt good.

We have lots to do Violet. Having one lackey is hot... but we need four more to really have some fun. Once you have a gang, no one will be able to stop you. We can take over the school.

Violet nodded. The voice was right. The voice was always right. She needed more bitches to serve her. She needed more power and she would do anything to get it.

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"A sleep-over?"

Monica was surprised. Her daughter had never asked for a sleep-over before.

"Yeah... just four friends from school. Laura and three others. You don't mind do you?"

"I guess not," smiled Monica and her daughter grinned a strange smile. "Thanks Mom."

Then Wren turned and went. Her walk seemed different. More sexy... more predatory. It reminded Monica of someone, but she couldn't think whom.

"Stupid bitch," hissed Wren under her breath. "I can't wait for tonight - then you'll see..."

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"Welcome to my sleepover sluts..." giggled Violet as she locked the doors of the studio and spread her arms wide to show them all the four remaining busts. She had not been able to resist transforming and had been enjoying herself in her bedroom with a vibrator whilst her guests arrived.

"As you can see. I've already changed - now you all need to pick a bust and transform. I have so much to teach you all before school tomorrow."

The other girls looked nervous- but Laura goaded them towards the busts - taking station behind her own. "Don't be afraid girls - it feels really good. Let it take over you." She moaned as she grabbed her bust and began to change into Nikki.

The girls followed suit as they moaned and gasped in erotic pleasure as each was drawn to a bust - the evil power of the clay corrupting each as they touched their new faces and began to transform.

"Ohhbh it feels good..." they moaned and Violet grinned fiercely as each was transformed into an evil minion to serve her needs.

"Yes that's right bitches... let it corrupt you. Give up your old lives and embrace the power of being a bully. It's going to feel so good," she gloated.

Suddenly the studio door burst open and Monica walked in with a horrified expression on her face.

"Oh my God... what is happening?"

"Hello Mommy," laughed Violet. "You're just in time for my sleepover. The girls are just finishing changing."

Monica gasped as the faces of the five slutty bullies she remembered from school took on life and her daughters once innocent friends surrounded her- laughing as they grabbed her arms and pinned them behind her back.

"No NO!" screamed Monica as memories of Highschool returned. The girls were too strong and she was helpless as Violet approached. It was just like the old days.

"Mmmmh, sorry Mommy but it feels so fucking good to be Violet. Her evil has totally corrupted me. I AM her now. Thanks for creating her bust and giving me and my friends there opportunity to take the power of your old bullies. Tomorrow we will begin to rule the school and from now on you'll be my little bitch."

Giggling Violet picked up a baseball bat.

"Now what would a sleepover be like without some games. How about we play some pinata?"

Monica watched as Violet walked up to the five busts... now showing the face of each girl. They were the only way they could ever turn back.

Violet paused Then with a wicked smirk and a moan of pleasure she began to smash each bust - taking particular glee at the screams of anguish from Monica as she smashed Wren's head into a thousand pieces.

"Bye bye Wren... now you're trapped as me forever..." she gloated. "Sorry Monica. Looks like I'm your daughter forever now..."

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Violet moaned as her boyfriend climbed onto the bed and obediently put his head between her legs to start eating her out. She loved it when he ate her tight pussy... once she was wet enough she'd let him fuck her too. She felt like having a cream-pie today.

"Make sure you paint my pussy perfectly this time," she moaned as Monica began to paint in the corner and she laughed as her Mom - now a broken woman obeyed without question.

Destroyed by the loss of her daughter, Monica was now just a plaything for the five bitches.

"Ohhh yes, I love fucking with her head," gasped Violet as she began to cum and she squeezed her thighs together tightly.

Meanwhile Monica painted with gritted teeth and thought of the bust standing on her work table in the studio. A little more glue and a few more hundred pieces and she'd have her daughter back.

She could still fuck with Violet's head yet... and she was at least going to try.

THE END

#evie hyde #bitchification #f2f transformation #f2f corruption #bully #magic busts #replaced #evil personality #daughter

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fandxmslxt69 · 8 months

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Loki (TV) - Speak Now(TV): Enchanted

Loki Laufeyson x f!asgardian!reader

Warnings: some swearing, few thoughts of insecurity, but that';s it. Bad writing lmao. horrible plot too. lazy makeouts too.

Synopsis: You escape to the royal gardens after a shitty start to the ball, but running into an enchanting stranger turns your night for the better. Based on Enchanted by Taylor Swift. Part of a series In The Works.

A/N: Wow this is so bad lmaooo I'll fix it another time but I'm posting it now so I can get into the schedule and be done with!! This is my little very rushed entry for @sarahscribbles Birthday Celebration I LOVE YOU SARAH and you deserve SO MUCH BETTER than this lmao i had so much more planned for this but sadly it all failed with having no wifi this entire vaca, so this is the best I can do. I do promise a part two some time though.

Tags: (I';m tagging everyone who asked to be tagged for this part AND part 2 so I have everyone in one place <3) @divine-knight-hand @the-fox-den @nyxlaufeyson @under00s616 @mischief2sarawr and ofc @sarahscribbles

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There I was again tonight

Forcing laughter, faking smiles

Same old tired, lonely place

The night, in conclusion, was an utter failure. You had been truly excited as the weeks neared to tonight’s ball. You had hoped for an evening full of dancing and laughs, twirling around in the arms of a handsome guy and enjoying light conversation, maybe even some good food.

So far, the food was the only thing that held out.

You watched from your corner as pairs danced across the floor as music and easy chatter filled the room. Women in dresses of all colours of the rainbow, and men in nicely fitted suits and uniforms. Everyone wore masks, elegant and with elaborate designs that complemented each person’s attire. “This is a waste.” You grumbled to yourself as you tugged at your mask to adjust it in place.

“Perhaps,” One of your friend’s slid into the vacant seat beside you, face flushed from dancing. “You should go ask someone for a dance,” “What?” You snorted. “That’s an ugly look. It’ll seem like I’m desperate,”

“But you are,” She pointed out.

You rolled your eyes, picking at the plate of fruit delicacies in front of you. “It’s alright. I don’t feel like dancing anyway,” She raised an eyebrow, “Were you not talking about how excited you were to spend all night dancing just this morning?” You threw her a look, getting up without bothering to finish your plate. “I think I’ll go for a walk in the gardens,” You said as you quickly fled out of the room.

Being out of the stuffed ballroom should have made you feel better, but you couldn’t help but feel as if you were still caged.

Tonight was meant to be fun. It was meant to be an opportunity. For..for socialising, and meeting people, and making friends and, funnily you thought, perhaps meet someone for the night.

Instead, you walked further through the gardens, trying to ignore all the giggles you heard from lovesick couples as you passed them. When you got further enough from the palace, you slipped off your mask, huffing as you carefully sat down in the wide fields, surrounded by blooming flowers and trees basking in the moonlight.

You took a deep breath, trying to ease the sense of disappointment that grew like an ugly beast in your chest. Caught up in your feelings, you hadn’t realised someone snuck up on you until you heard a soft crunch from behind you. Your head whipped around immediately, assuming a danger perhaps, until your eyes fell on the man.

Good gods.

The man smiled briefly, his mask dangling from his fingers as he seemed to look you over. His hair rested in dark curls on his shoulders, and with the way the moon peeked lightly through the trees and shone on him, he looked heavenly, with a perfect jawline and flawless skin, cheekbones that looked sharp to cut, and eyes that shone with curiosity and mischief. He fit nicely into his suit, with a lean frame that filled the clothing perfectly.

He was, as mortals said, a work of art. A being artists and sculptures would surely sell their homes and families to try and capture his beauty.

I need to calm down.

But he’s gorgeous. There was no hiding it, and you were absolutely sure you stared too long because he raised an eyebrow and the corner of his lips twitched upwards.

Walls of insincerity, shifting eyes and vacancy

Vanished when I saw your face

All I can say is, it was enchanting to meet you

“Sorry,” You muttered quickly, turning your head back to stare holes at the vast openings of the field. This had to be a joke, but a little part of your brain couldn’t help but get excited.

Handsome young man, a moonlit gorgeous garden, at a ball.

Could it get any more romantic?

But that was stupid- the man probably found you a little pathetic, out here all alone rather than enjoying the ball. And you firmly reminded yourself that there would be no making out and naked activities in the royal gardens. And maybe your friend sent him, and if you were too eager you’d seem truly desperate and it would be oh so humiliating and you’d never be able to show your face again in public and-

“I see you’ve found my secret place,” His voice interrupted your spiral of thoughts.

“Sorry,” You said quickly again. “I wasn’t aware that people could own areas of the royal garden,” You covered your hand with your mouth in horror, refusing to look at the man behind you.

What the fuck was that?

It was quiet and then you heard him chuckle, as if amused by such a rude remark. He made his way to another part of the garden and took a seat. “You’re right, forgive me, it is open to everyone during the balls,”

You didn’t answer him, or even acknowledge him. Your cheeks were blazing red with horror. From the corner of your eye, you could see him sitting under a tree a little away from you, head ducked low as he…

Is that a book? Is he reading? At a ball?

You looked behind you to the sound of the light music and chatter coming from the palace, then back at the man by the tree. “Why aren’t you inside?”

“Why aren’t you inside?” He replied, not even looking up from his book.

“I asked first,”

He looked up slightly then, raising a perfect eyebrow. So? He challenged silently.

You rolled your eyes, turning away from him to watch the leaves dance lazily in the evening breeze. You folded and unfolded your hands in your lap. “I got bored of dancing,” Right.

He didn’t answer right away, a few beats passed as soft music and gentle wind filled the space. Then, he said slowly, as if entertained by all this, “Liar,”

Your head whirled back to stare at him. “Excuse me?” “Liar,” He said, shrugging like it’s no big deal.

“You’re calling me a liar?” “Is there anyone else here to call a liar?” You could see the small twitch of his lips, and how a little smirk forms as he watches you.

Shit. You had to fight down your own little smile. Perhaps he’s an ass, and maybe a little suspicious- but he’s got a lot more banter and brain in him than everyone else back in the ballroom.

“And why are you calling me a liar?”

“Because,” He closed his book dramatically, leaning forward and you could feel trouble radiating off of him. “No one comes to a royal ball to ‘get bored of dancing’,”

“You don’t know that,” “I absolutely do. It’s the biggest event of the year, people come specifically prepared to dance until they can’t feel their feet,” “Fine,” You huffed. “It was getting stuffy, and I was tired of all the war talk and gossip, so I came out here for fresh air,”

Again, that stupid smirk. “You’re lying,” He said in an overly annoying sing-song voice. “I’m not!” You glared at him. “You are horribly rude,”

“Yet you find it amusing,” “I absolutely don’t,” Childishly, you stuck your tongue out at him, and he laughed, throwing his head back lightly and filling the space between you with such a warm, delightful sound.

The playful conversation starts

Counter all your quick remarks

Like passing notes in secrecy

You really couldn’t stop the smile that broke across your face. “Alright then, if you suddenly know everything, why do you think I’m out here?” You asked after his laughter died down.

“Hm…” He tapped a finger to his chin. “No one wanted to dance with you,” You gasped loudly. “Are you calling me undesirable?” “No m’lady,” He had that awfully cute smile again. “You said that, I just said I think no one wants to dance with you,”

You shook your head. “You are unbelievable! You know what, you’re terrible company,” He shrugged. “Then go back inside, perhaps get a chance to dance with the prince,” He said it easily, like he could care less if you stayed or left, but you had the strange feeling that he was challenging you to stay.

You hummed, pretending to think it over. “You know what, I don’t want to go inside,” “But I thought I was terrible company?” “You are,” You smiled innocently. “But I like the gardens,” He’s too funny to pass up on.

“Or perhaps you like me,” He had that shit-eating grin, and something in your chest started tingling, secretly hoping you could get more of his smiles. “Besides, you’ll pass up the chance to catch the crown prince’s attention just to sit in some garden?” “Blond isn’t really my type,” Stop talking stop talking stop talking.

He frowned, staring at you weirdly, clearly taken aback but such a dumb statement.

“Blond…isn’t your type,” He repeated, and you simply nodded. “So…you’d give up the chance at marrying the next ruler of this realm…because he’s blond,” “Exactly,” Like it made perfect sense. “What can I say? It’s less competition for the other women. I’m being kind,”

“You’re insane,”

“You asked!”

“Yes but come on, it’s the crown prince,” He raised an eyebrow. “Would you rather marry the farmer’s son? The baker boy, perhaps?”

You rolled your eyes. “No, stupid. There’s other royalty around, obviously. But it’s not like anyone has a chance,” “Other royalty?” He got up then, gracefully making his way over with his book and mask in hand. He sat down beside you. “Do indulge me, what other royalty is there?” Holy. Shit.

It took you a second to properly process his question. Maybe you lacked romance in your life, maybe you were too isolated, or maybe you were just really desperate for some decent conversation tonight, but you felt like you were losing your everloving mind.

He was breathtaking. You thought from afar he was beautiful, but now this close? You felt the air die in your throat as you properly looked over his face, your eyes catching on every detail.

His sharp angles.

The exact green of his eyes- emerald, pretty much identical to the jewel.

And the way he looked when the light shine of the moon hit his face? And the wind gently combed through his hair? He looked heavenly.

Godly, even.

And it was enchanting to meet you

All I can say is, I was enchanted to meet you

You were definitely staring (again) and he turned to look at you, those pretty lips forming another stupid smirk. “Yes?” You looked away. “Nothing. What was the question?”

He chuckled. “What other royalty is there?” “Oh, yes,” You frowned. “Are you new around here?” “No, why?” “There’s two princes. Prince Thor, and prince Loki,” “Ah right,” He pursed his lips. “But only one is looking for a bride,” “Yes well, all princes must eventually find a partner, no?” He shrugged. “I suppose so. So, if you won’t go for the blond, you’ll go for his brother? Woo him with your snarky comments and strange conversation habits?”

You smacked his arm lightly. “You really do not know how to talk to a lady. And no one ever said I’m “going for” anyone’s brother. I don’t want to marry a prince,” “That is the biggest lie I have ever heard,” He pointed at you accusingly. “Everyone wants to marry royalty,”

“Nope,” You shook your head. “Not me,” But you could tell from the way his eyes shone with mischief and the smile on his lips that he could so easily read through you.

“So you don’t have epic fantasy daydreams about marrying a handsome prince and gaining status, riches and power and living in the palace? Absolutely none about becoming royalty of Asgard? Nothing?”

“Weeellll,” You smiled wide. “Perhaps,” “Was he blond, your prince?” “I just told you, I’m not into blonds,” He nodded, like this was absolutely serious and he was understanding it better. “Right, so you had dreams about prince Loki then,” “What?!” Your eyes widened. “I didn’t say that!” “You hinted at it,” He pointed out.

“You- I did not! You are so arrogant, thinking you know everything!” You glared at him, face flushed from his accusation. I don’t even know why I’m even having this conversation with a strange man I met less than 10 minutes ago,” You plucked a flower from nearby and started plucking off the petals one by one, watching them slowly fall onto your skirt. “You think you’re so smart and you make horrible accusations-” “Why are you getting so defensive?” He sounded amused by this.

“I’m not!” You definitely were. “You’re just getting on my nerve,” You turned to glare at him again, but he had a funny look on his face, he didn’t even look upset, or confused, or insulted. He was simply…..looking at you. “I think you need to work on your manners,” “And I think you’re beautiful,” He said suddenly as he leaned in, the words a soft whisper, a secret shared between two strangers hidden away from the world.

You felt your face heat up, and your heart started beating faster. A swarm of butterflies erupted in your stomach, and you suddenly had the urge to fall back and kick your feet in the air while giggling.

Oh. Oh. Oh.

“Oh..um, oh,” You laughed nervously, looking down shyly. But you could still feel his eyes on you, his face close enough that you can see his bottom lashes brush his cheek lightly, and the small movements of his face. “Thank...you. Thank you,” You swallowed hard. “You’re…uh, really beautiful too,” You rushed the words out. You looked up a little to see his green eyes widened a fraction, a little smile tugging at his lips, and then the faintest colour red dusting his cheeks.

“Thank you,”

You nodded dumbly and looked away again, biting your lip to keep the laugh bubbling inside of you to stay down.

“What’s so funny?” He whispered.

Fuuck. You could feel yourself panic a little. He was so close. So pretty too. How could a man be so pretty? He had to be magic, right? He’s too gorgeous to be anything less than ethereal.

“Nothing,” You paused, biting your lip harder before a smile broke across your face, and a light laugh escaped you. “Sorry, sorry nothing’s funny,” His face broke into a smile. “You know, it’s rather rude to laugh at someone and avoid eye contact. It insinuates that you’re laughing at me,” His tone was teasing.

“I’m not!” You laughed again, shaking your head. “I’m not. Laughing at you, that is,” “Then look at me,” His finger lifted your chin up, and you sucked in a breath at how close you were. A few hairs apart, his pretty eyes looking at you in a way that made your heart flutter and insides melt to goo. And that smile.

You felt your chest squeeze with a sense of familiarity. That smile…it’s familiar, like you’ve seen it before a million times but yet, you can’t place where.

“I…” You started, and his eyes fell to your lips. “I want to kiss you,” He declared suddenly, and you swore the earth danced faster.

“Kiss me then,” You replied, and just as fast, his lips fell lazily to yours.

This night is sparkling, don’t you let it go

I’m wonderstruck, blushing all the way home

There were no good enough words that could describe how his lips felt against yours. In the back of your mind, you grabbed desperately at the languages you know, mortal and beyond, to find something to put this in words, a phrase, a string of letters, to explain the feeling of melting completely at his touch.

His soft lips moved slowly against yours, his hand moved up to cup the side of your face and pull you closer. It wasn’t a heated or lustful kiss, nor overly passionate. More of…a gentle caress, a lazy press of plush lips against yours in a pretty garden under the moonlight. He pulled away just as fast, his eyes searched your face.

You were…breathless. It was the most simple kiss and yet, it seemed to have turned your world upside down. Your mind was empty, yet at the same time it spun a million miles an hour but with no coherent things.

Just the thought of him. His lips. His kiss. His pretty eyes and perfect face and gentle hands. Your heart stuttered. You couldn’t help but think, if you went a lifetime without another kiss like that? You might go insane. You’d rather him kill you. Death would be better, more merciful than knowing you’d never experience this again.

There it was.

“Ya’aburnee,” You muttered softly, and when his eyes snapped up from staring at your lips to your eyes, you realised you said that out loud.

“What?” “Nothing,” You shook your head. “Nothing,” “Not nothing,” He moved closer, your knees now touching and you felt the renewed need to kiss him. “What did you say?” “A word,” Your eyes fell to his lips.

“Mm,” He leaned in, eyes fluttering shut and brushing his lips against yours. “What does it mean?” “Um,” You felt a hazy rush course through you, and you couldn’t form proper words. “I don’t know,” You lied quickly, chasing after his lips.

A look flashed across his face, as if he knew you were lying, before it disappeared. He pressed his lips against yours again and you sighed happily. He kissed you deeper, his tongue slipping into your mouth and suddenly, you were both all over each other.

He pulled you onto his lap, your dress bunching up at your thighs as you straddled him, your kisses growing sloppy as your tongues tangled together and your breathing got heavier and turned into heated pants. His hands tugged at your hair, and yours ran through his soft curls, making their way down over his shoulders and down his chest, searching and feeling the clearly built body underneath.

You pulled away after a few minutes, eyes searching his face. His now slightly bruised, and the flush of his cheeks and the wildness of his eyes. He smiled softly and your heart did another flip. He opened his mouth to say something before snapping it shut, a frown forming on his face as his eyes wandered to stare behind you.

You shifted around to turn. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing,” His hands fell to your hips. “Just…do you hear that?”

You frowned then too, straining your ears to listen.

“No…? What are we-...oh.” You heard the soft ticking of the palace clock, and the soft slow instrumental signalling the last dance of the night. “Oh. I guess we lost track of the hour,” He hummed. “Yes, it does seem so,” He paused, as if thinking something over before smiling. “Dance with me,”

Your eyes widened. “What?” “Dance with me,” He repeated again. “You didn’t get a dance tonight, did you? Well, let’s fix it.” “But we’re all the way out here,” You stated dumbly.

He raised a perfect eyebrow. “And?” “I-...well…I mean-...” He stared at you intensely, his emerald eyes searching your face. You sighed, shaking your head. “Okay,” You finally gave in, because with the way he looked at you there was no way you could’ve said no anyway.

You got up off of him, dusting off your dress and patting back into place. When he got up and you caught his face in the light of the moon, your heart soared at the smudges of lipstick on his lips and on the corners, you couldn’t help but give a satisfied smile. His hair fell in messy curls now and he needed a minute to adjust his suit.

You softly patted down your hair, trying to fix the hair do and your appearance despite the lack of mirrors.

He took a step towards you, holding out his hand. You took it and he pulled you flush against him and you had to strain your neck full up to meet his eyes. He grinned that same wicked smile and placed a hand on your waist as he carefully began dancing through the music with you.

It was a magical experience, to be in this gorgeous garden and have the chance to dance away under the stars with a beautiful stranger. It felt straight out of a fairy tale.

All too soon, the music faded and you could hear the faint sounds of clapping and cheers from the party guests. You looked around, then back up at your pretty stranger with a small smile. “That was fun,” You whispered, as if scared that too loud of a noise would shatter this delicate moment.

“Mm, very much,” He smiled back softly, his other hand dropping to rest on your hips. He leaned down, his lips ghosting over yours and you felt that lazy hazy cloud over you again. “We should get back,” He mumbled between kisses.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer and pressing your lips to his. His smell was intoxicating, and the feel of him so close made you dizzy. “We should,” You muttered, before kissing him again. He fumbled with the fabric of your dress, but before he could even think of getting further you pulled away quickly, straining your ears to hear the far away noise of horses and loud chatter.

Right. End of party. Oh god.

You looked back at him, a mournful ache coursing through you. “I have to get back,” He frowned. “What? Why? Stay here,” He pulled you closer but you only shook your head. “I can’t! I came with my family, they’ll be looking for me soon,” You reluctantly detached yourself from him and quickly worked to fix yourself up. He looked like he was about to argue, but he simply nodded. “Very well. I’ll…walk you back?” You grinned and nodded back. “Thank you,” You quickly grabbed your discarded purse and mask before linking your arm to his as he began to lead the way back, his mask swaying back and forth in his free hand. You snuck a few glances at him as you neared the palace, and you swore in the light of the surrounding palace area he seemed to almost…stiffen, and something slipped over his face. He looked so damn familiar, you cursed yourself for not being able to piece it together properly. You still felt dizzy from the eventful evening, and who could blame you?

When you made it to the carriages and turned to face him, smiling a little nervously. “Bye I guess,” A small smile ghosted over his lips as he let go of your arm, his hands now resting behind his back as he stood in all his beautiful glory. You basked in his beauty for a few seconds more, before something in your mind clicked.

There’s no fucking way. Your eyes widened, but you tried to keep your mind from spinning out of control. The way he stood now, the expression on his face- empty- but with eyes as wild as a storm, no wonder you thought he looked familiar. He held himself like royalty, he was regal and elegant and majestic in a way no other person could ever be.

He was, in every sense, magical.

You felt…enchanted by his presence, and you were sure you were staring.

You swallowed hard, mentally calming yourself down from the fact that you’ll probably never experience this again.

“Thank you for the dance, your highness,” You said as quickly and politely as possible. You caught sight of the way his eyes widened and his expression went from emotionless to absolute shock. You turned around and practically ran for your life towards your carriage, already spotting your friends waiting by.

As you got into the carriage, greeting your friends and ignoring their very obvious questions, you felt a pang of sadness hit through you at the thought of the night ending, but then a bit of joy, because you just got to dance with the prince, and nothing would get more magical or enchanting than that.

I’ll spend forever wondering if you knew

I was enchanted to meet you

#loki laufeyson #loki x reader #loki laufeyson x reader #loki fluff #Loki (TV)#Loki (Taylor's Version)#<- YES thats the name of the series now idc??? STAY TUNED FOR MOREE <3

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cowgurrrl · 11 months

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Wonderfully Bizarre

Pairing: rockstar!joel miller x actress!reader

Author’s note: DID YALL REALLY THINK I WAS JUST GONNA LEAVE YOU WITH THAT (i also don’t love how this turned out but I couldn’t leave y’all with all that heartbreak)

Summary: You and Joel try again [1.2k]

Warnings: fluff (finally)

You end up staying in Ireland for a year and some change. Fifteen months if you're being exact. The Beginning of the End is flawless. It's raw and real and one of the hardest things you've ever done, but it's done. You've been home for about a month. Elizabeth was ecstatic to see and show you all her new toys and make fun of Carolina for being too pregnant to bend down and pick her up. She's having another girl any day now. You thought your heart would burst when they told you on FaceTime, and you immediately went into overprotective aunt mode, asking what they needed, the due date, everything. You were gonna be back in the States around this time anyways, but being home permanently makes you feel better.

You did a lot of growing in Ireland. You had to in order to tell the story you were trying to tell. You feel like a completely new person, and you're still trying to figure out if you like it. You think you do. You want to. This version of yourself is slower and takes more time for little things. She sees there's more to life than work, but it's okay to be dedicated to your career. It took you half a decade in the industry to find a healthy work-life balance, but you finally did. Better late than never, right?

The sun is shining, and the ocean air is blowing through your hair, and it feels beautiful. Your sunglasses are big enough to obscure your face so people don't stop you whenever they walk past you on the boardwalk. An email from your manager, Sierra, pops up on your phone, but you don't jump to answer it. She knows the press is not your only priority right now. She knows she can wait. You smile when a familiar twang calls your name, and you stand to hug him.

"Hey, how are you?" Joel asks as he rubs your back, and you smile as you lean back to look at him. He's got a little more salt and pepper in his hair than the last time you saw him, but it suits him. Getting older looks good on him.

"I'm good. How are you?" You ask. You sit across from each other, and he takes a big breath.

"I'm good. Busy."

"I've heard. Congratulations on your Grammy."

"Congratulations on your Golden Globe nomination," he says, and you bow your head just a little in gratitude. He smiles and gets quiet as he just stares at you. You wonder what he thinks about how you've changed. Your hair is shorter, but not as short as when you shaved your head for the movie. It's growing back in slowly but surely, but it's taking longer than you thought it would. "It's really good to see your face." He says. Heat rises to your cheeks, and you have to fight a smile at his words.

"Yours too. How are the girls?"

"They're great. Sarah just started classes at UCLA." He says, and you gasp.

"I remember her telling me about that! What's she studying again?"

"Psychology."

"Smart girl. And Ellie?"

"Ellie's starting high school in a week. She's just… thriving. She's in the art club at school and even won a few prizes."

"Wow." You breathe, and he nods.

"Yeah," he says. "How are you? How was Ireland?"

"It was good! Very rainy and cold but good. I think it might be my best performance to date." You say, not modest about it at all, but he doesn't care.

"I've no doubt."

"Oh, and I got a dog."

"Really? What kind?"

"Big old mean one," you say as you slide your phone open to show him the picture of your big-headed gray pit bull with a flower tucked in her collar. "Her name is Daisy."

"She's beautiful. Rescue?"

"Showed up on my doorstep one day without a collar on. She's been with me ever since."

"I'll have to meet her one day." He says.

"I'd like that," you smile. "How's Angela?" You ask, and he sighs.

"I don't know. She left about a week after you did. Left Sarah a note sayin' she was sorry, but she couldn't do this, blah blah blah."

"That's awful. I'm sorry."

"Yeah, me too," he shrugs. "Anyways. Now that you're done with Beginning of the End, what's next? I'm sure you've already got somethin' lined up."

"I'm, uh... I'm actually taking a little break. At least, until the movie comes out." You say, and his eyes widen. You feel a little shy about admitting that you're pretty much nothing, but you have Daisy now and your little family.

"That's a big deal."

"Yeah, it's weird to not be working, but this role really took a lot out of me. I think I deserve a break."

"You do," he says, smiling. "'M proud of you."

"Thank you." You say as you stare at him.

You talk about anything and everything. He tells you about Sarah's experiences at UCLA and how the tour went. From what you saw, it was sold out night after night, and he kept getting bigger. He looked so happy. You tell him that Carolina's pregnant and give him the few details about the movie you are legally allowed to share. It's easy and fun and so perfect. You can't get over the fact that he's right here in front of you after so long, and things aren't super awkward or weird. It feels like you're picking up right where you left off. Well, before everything went to shit. You're laughing at his jokes and smiling, and he's maybe flirting with you? His boyish smile and stupid jokes always did it for you.

"Are you," he clears his throat like the words won't come out otherwise. "Are you seein' anybody?" He finally asks after about two hours of conversation.

"Joel Miller," you say. "Are you trying to ask me out?"

"If I was, would you say yes?"

"Depends."

"On what?"

"If I've gotta sign a contract or not." You say, and he laughs. The sound of his joy fills a hole in your chest you weren't even sure was still there.

"No contract this time. Just us."

"Promise?"

"On my life."

Years down the line, you'll tell your son, Samuel, about this moment. The moment you decided to give his dad a second chance and the moment that would, unknowingly, change everything. You'll tell him that sometimes people come into our lives at the wrong time, but if they're the right person, then they'll come back when they're supposed to. He'll grow up hearing that story and seeing you and Joel be completely and utterly in love like nothing ever happened. But you don't know that yet. Sam is years and a few heartbreaks away.

What you know right now is that Joel is looking at you the same way he used to, and you're smiling at him, and everything feels right. In this moment and in moments of reflection, you won't be able to explain why you say what you do, but you know it's okay. You don't have to have all the answers. So, you look at Joel and say, "Okay."

And that was it.

#one for the money two for the show #the last of us #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel tlou #the last of us x reader #joel miller fic #joel miller the last of us #tlou au #the last of us au #rockstar!joel

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chelleztjs18 · 10 months

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Dandelions (S.J)

Scarlett Johansson x Actress Female!Reader

Summary: When love comes between friendships.

Warning: None, just a little angsty fic.

A/n: Hello! It feels good to be back here with my very first fic of Scarlet Johansson. It was inspired by this sweet song but for some reason i feel angst from it so i wrote this. I hope you like this fic! To angst lovers, i have more coming. :D Happy reading!

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Her fingers rake through your hair, giving you soft touches on your head that takes you to cloud nine. You know you fell in love with her since the first time you both met at a charity event. Since then you both became inseparable. She has been so sweet and caring to you.

Having a picnic with her under the tree on a field of dandelions on a beautiful day feels definitely so nice and wakes up the butterflies in your stomach for real.

Her green soothing eyes locking gaze with you. The smile that was patched on her face is insanely beautiful. You feel okay when you see her smile. You look at her lips then back to her eyes. Your mind quickly plays all of the smiles and laughter when you two spend time together.

Your heart beats like crazy. She looks back deep into your eyes. You love the feelings of her body on you. You can feel her front lying on yours. One of her hands lay flat on your chest and prompt her head up. Her fingers run smoothly on your face and give a rush of soft electric waves all over your body. It's the best feeling and you can never get enough of it.

Gosh, you adore her so much. Her voice is like a melody to your ears. All the teasing sweet words she says and you love the little vibration from her body onto yours when she laughs at your jokes.

Her eyes drinking the view of you under her with awe. It gets so hard for you to breathe when she is looking at you. The sunlight for sure makes her beauty look even more flawless.

Her hair sparkles perfectly as if you see stars even though it's broad daylight.

"You look so beautiful." You told her as your right hand cups her left cheek.

"And you are so adorable." She replied, followed with a giggle as she held your right hand then kissed it softly.

"I love how I feel when I'm with you. You have made me happier since we met. I love how I am when you are with me. Promise me that you won't ever leave me." She adds and her eyes twinkles. You see her cheeks blush.

"I won't go anywhere. I promise." You smile and give her assurance she needs.

Your heart beats fast and slow at the same time as soon as you see her face get closer to you and her lips meet yours. You love the softness brushes your lips and how she doesn’t let go of the kiss for a few seconds. You can say it was a few seconds of a trip to heaven and back.

Every kiss you had with her felt so real, including this one until you heard a familiar voice interrupt everything. “Aaaand, CUT!” You feel her lips leave yours right after that. You internally complain, NO..NO, you secretly hate it.

“That was a wrap, everybody!” Pat, the director announced and everybody on set cheered and clapped at the same time.

Lizzie smiles at you and then quickly gets up, so do you. Trying hard to hide how you really feel. You smile back at her as Pat comes to the both of you.

“Lizzie, Y/n! That was awesome! I really love the chemistry both of you have! Every single kiss scene you two did really warmed my heart. Are you sure both of you are just friends?” Compliments flowed freely out of his lips followed by a joke and a teasing smirk.

All you and Lizzie did was laugh. You laughed nervously but you saw her laugh with no problem. Gosh, you wish you could hear her thoughts now to find out what her laugh means and that blush, why did she blush?

A few minutes of talk later, Pat finally left you both alone.

“Wow, today was easier than I thought. So, I’ll see you next week for lunch as we planned?” The brunette asks with an excited tone and a huge smile as her hand reaches your hair to clean some dandelions off your hair..

“Oh yeah, of course. You better not cancel on me.” You replied with your little joke. “Of course I won’t. By that time, I will already miss you, silly.” She responds. You see her smiling again but then you realize it wasn’t for you as she waves to the direction behind you.

You turn your head curiously only to find Robbie smiles at Lizzie while talking with some of the cast. Your stomach churns, your heart aches. You tried to hold back a disappointed sigh. Yes you are jealous. How could you not?

You have been secretly falling in love with her and have been there for her. Of course, by the time you decided to make a move, you also saw that Lizzie and Robbie started to see each other. You retreated yourself from your plan. All you could do now is to accept the fact that being her best friend is the only way to stay close with her and to love or care about her.

“Ohhh, Le boyfriend is here.” you tease Lizzie with a fake french accent and it makes her laugh. She rolls her eyes playfully. “Yes, y/n. Don’t be jealous, you know that I see you more than I see him, right? Plus you’ll see me again next week.” Lizzie replies with her own version of teasing. She hits your arm in a frisky way as she giggles. You and Lizzie love teasing each other casually.

”I know, I know. So how are things with you and Robbie?” You pitched the question to change the topic. “We are good. He’s just busy with his band and sometimes we argue a little but we handle it pretty well so far. It has its ups and downs.” Lizzie tells you her private life comfortably.

As she speaks, Lizzie notices a familiar face. “Oh Scarlett’s here, y/n.” she informed and her elbows nudged yours knowingly for sure that the blonde actress is here for you. Lizzie waves at her excitedly before she smiles at you and then proceeds to give you a kiss on your cheek and bids her farewell.

"I'll see you next week, okay? See you, y/n. Also, that was a good kiss scene." you feel Lizzie’s hand gently rubs up and down your upper arm followed by a teasing wink.

Your mind always wonders if Lizzie really meant all the teasing banter she does to you or it was just a pure joke to her. Sometimes you swear that she looks at you in the eyes differently as if she has feelings for you but you always think maybe you were wrong and never take any actions to it. You don’t want to ruin the friendship.

You are lost in your thoughts as you watch Lizzie do little small talks and laugh with Scarlett.

Scarlett’s voice greets you excitedly as soon as she gets in front of you. “Hey, y/n?” the older woman instantly gives the warmest hug possible. “Hi Scar.”

“How was the last filming today?” Scarlett asks while trying to keep herself together as she looks at your eyes then to your lips before her gaze gets back to your eyes again with her hands in her back pocket to contain how she really feels. She knows what scene you had to do with Lizzie today. The second you told her about it a few months ago, her heart kept wishing that it would be her who does the kissing scene with you, not Lizzie nor another actress in your other movie you play.

Her heart belongs to you. She has been secretly keeping her feelings to you all this time. You never tell Scarlett about your feelings with Lizzie but she sometimes notices how you look at the brunette whenever the three of you hang out.

Scarlett always looks at you the same way you look at Lizzie but you never notice it. She sees forever in your eyes while you are sure that Lizzie is the love of yours.

Little that you know Scarlet wishes for you all the time. When you are looking at her, she never feels so alive and free but to you, when Lizzie looks at you have never felt so happy.

“It was good and easy.” you answer and your cheeks blush as soon as you remember how the kiss felt to you. You smile awkwardly. Scarlet looks at you dearly with a little smile, thinking how happy she is everytime she sees you.

Scarlett has been venting out with you about her marriage for a while. You know in the back of your head every story she told you while she cried and you held the tissue box. He takes her for granted. You have been a very good listener and have been there for her even when she was going through her divorce until it was finalized a year ago. All the sweet things you do and care give her made Scarlett fall for you.

A lot of what if’s halt her steps to confess her feelings for you. Worry fills her heart that you will walk away from her if she does so. Her mind sometimes wonders if you will like an older divorced single mom, let alone being in a relationship with one.

“How’s the launching preparations for your new product? I’m so excited for you. Are you ready? Thank you for inviting me to have lunch with your business partner.” your hands do a little exciting clap expressing how thrilled you are.

Your words stop her bouncing thoughts in her mind. “Of course! Yes, I’m ready. Are you?” she tries to answer it as if she was not thinking nothing about you, followed with a smile.

“Yeah, let’s go.” As soon as you are about to leave, Scarlett stops you. “Wait, y/n. You forgot something."

You turn around and find her holding up to you a dandelion. "I forgot what, Scar?"

"We are in a dandelion field so at least you have to make a wish and blow it, silly. Here, one for you and one for me." Scarlett suggests with a playful smile.

"Oh, i don't know about that but okay, i'll do it." You smile with agreement and take the dandelion.

You close your eyes and make your wish, so did she.

Both of you blow the dandelions at the same time. You wish on every one that Lizzie will be yours someday and Scarlett wishes that you will be hers.

A/n: Welp, that's all for today folks! I hope u enjoy it. Let me know what you think. Reblogs and comments are highly appreciated. Follow me for more and see you in next!

Cheerio!

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i-didnt-do-1t · 2 months

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Newsies Goil

“Dat goil over there s called Emma.” Jack says pointing her out to Racetrack.

The newsie goil was far better than that bitch Sarah, who fooled CowBoy and then cheated on him.

“I’s love you.” Emma said and Jack smiled at her.

“I love that you’se a Newsie Goil. Dat’s so much better than Sarah. I’s love you too.”

Too show his love, Jack begins to serenade her.

“Wow.” She says. “I never knew you could play the piano.

“I’m full of surprises.” Jack says back with a wink. “Did you know that I have enough money for a wedding. You can get a dress and be the prettiest goil there.”

“I don’t wanna wear a dress.” She says frowning. “Those are so girly.”

Jack laughs and keeps singing Jar of Hearts by Christina Perri.

“Yous is right bout dat.” He says. “That’s like you wearing make up.”

They both laugh at his joke as they both know she doesn’t wear make up like Sarah to try and impress the boys. Her face is naturally pale and flawless with her green eyes bright even with no mascara.

She watches intensely as Jack keeps playing the piano. He must still be sad about Sarah cheating on him with Blink and Skittery two separate times she thinks, because how much emotion he puts into the song as his eyes tear up.

Tears start to stream down his cheeks as he sings about ice in her soul and Emma wants to hug him.

Her raven black hair covers her face as she looks down. She likes to stand like this so no one can see how ugly she is although she always has boys chasing her. She doesn’t understand why.

Jack finishes his song and she doesn’t look up.

“I won’t cheat on you like dat bitch Sarah.”

“I trust you.” Jack says and they kiss.

Jack goes home to tell davey and the other boys that he’s in love.

Emma is about to leave to but then she spots a man in the corner. One she never thought she’d see again.

Morris Delancey. A bully of the newsies.

She quickly tucked her hair under her hat to disguise herself as a boy again like she did for a year, it always helped her sell the most papers when she pretended to be a boy, especially because there were no goil newsies.

she was surprised when Morris started to cry.

“What’s wrong.” She asked trying to keep her voice low to disguise she was a girl, it was difficult because her long eyelashes could give her away so she had to disguise everything good.

“I don’t need no help from a newsie.” Morris says but his eyes are sad.

She hates him for hurting her friends but she feels bad for him also.

She decides to help him because if she wanted to she could beat him in a fight. She would take the chance at talk to him.

She did it last week when he had made a comment at Jack, the love of her life. She had punched his r face and broke his nose and was too fast for him.

“Even delanceys can get sad.” She says as comfort and he nods. “What’s wrong.”

“Ise in love with the prettiest girl I ever seen with raven black hair and green eyes. She’s 4 ft 5 inches but she disappeared before I could tell her I love her.”

Emma gasps. There’s no way he can be talking about her can he??

But she is that short she thinks. She always needs Mush’s help to climb into her bunk and reach things cause she’s too tiny.

It’s hard being the only news goil.

——-

Pops head up from behind walls

Waves. Hi guys sorry it’s been a few months-

Spot: a few months! Dat ain’t good enough goil the people was waiting

Me: I knowwwww

Didn’t watch newsies for a bit

Jack, looking offended but ripped: I thought you loved me

(My eyes tear up) ignore him!!

Anyway I’m back in newsies now and the next chapter is comingsooooon

Spot: (rolls his eyes)

Me: hey! Don’t roll your eyes at me! I could kill you off.

(Takes deep breath and smooths out shirt)

*anyway* should be back with the next update soon!!

Rawr XD (rolls out on mini convertible)

#newsies #jack kelly #92sies #Sarah jacobs #Morris delancey

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iheartnatasha · 1 year

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SLEEPOVER SWEETHEARTS

summary— when wanda agrees to do your makeup during a sleepover, she’s thrilled at the chance to spend time with her crush. little does she know, you have a confession of your own to make.

pairing: wanda maximoff x reader

warnings: none that i know of! just fluff! <3

a/n: hiii this is my first fic ever! something short, hope you enjoy!

word count: 0.9k

Wanda had always been a bit shy around her crush, Y/N L/N.

Like her, you were a more recent addition to the team, but you joined the Avengers a little earlier. The two of you became closer and quickly developed a good friendship as a result of being able to relate to one another and share this new world of fighting crime.

You were the definition of cool: smart, confident, and kind. Wanda couldn't help but admire you.

She had absolutely no idea that you admired her just as much as she did you, leading to an unknowingly mutual pining between the two of you.

So when you invited Wanda over for a sleepover in your room, Wanda was thrilled. She couldn't wait to spend the evening hanging out with you, even if it meant enduring a few hours of horror movies (which Wanda secretly found terrifying).

As the two of you settled in for the evening, you commented, admiring Wanda's flawlessly drawn eyeliner and glossed lips, "You always look so lovely.”

Wanda felt her face blushing red at the compliment. She had spent hours earlier perfecting her makeup in hopes of impressing you that evening. She muttered, "Thanks," as her heart raced.

A few minutes later, you turned to Wanda with a grin. "Hey, do you think you could do my makeup like yours? I love the way it looks."

Wanda's heartbeat quickened. She had never done anyone else's makeup before, but she was giddy with excitement at the thought of being so close to you. "Yeah," she replied, trying to keep her voice as casual as possible.

Wanda pulled out her makeup bag as you leaned back on your pillow. She started meticulously applying foundation to your flawless complexion. She applied eyeliner, mascara, and blush while remaining silent, her hands working softly and precisely.

Wanda couldn't help but steal a glimpse, or maybe multiple glimpses, at your face while she was working. Wanda had a strong desire to touch you, run her fingers through your hair, and gush about how lovely you are,

but she didn't.

She simply concentrated on the task at hand, being extra cautious to make sure your makeup was as perfect as hers.

Finally, she leaned back, admiring her handiwork. You looked stunning—your eyes were smoky and dark, and your lips were perfectly glossy.

You sat up, gazing at yourself in the handheld mirror with a smile. "Wow, Wanda," you said, turning to look at her. "You're amazing. Thank you so much."

Wanda felt a sudden, overwhelming surge of joy wash over her body. She gave a hesitant but delighted "No problem; I'm glad you like it" in response.

As you guys settled in for the evening, Wanda couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment. She had gotten to spend time with you, whom she had been in love with for a while now, and had even gotten to do your makeup. It was a small victory, but it made her heart sing.

Wanda felt her fingers brush against yours as you huddled close to one another to watch the horror movie. You didn't move away, and Wanda's fingers briefly intertwined with yours. Wanda's heart leaped for joy despite the small gesture.

There was a chance you could possibly feel the same way she did, she reasoned. Wanda had a sense of hope as you and her watched the movie together, thinking that perhaps more could come from this special night.

Wanda couldn't concentrate on the movie anymore. Her mind was racing with thoughts of you and what the small gesture might mean.

She wanted to ask you to confirm that you both were on the same page, but she didn't want to ruin the moment.

You smiled, turning to Wanda after the film’s credits began rolling. You shivered, whispering, "That was terrifying."

Wanda laughed, feeling relieved that the film was over. "Yeah, I'm not a big fan of horror movies either."

You shifted closer to Wanda, and she felt her heart race. You tell her softly, "Thanks for doing my makeup tonight, I really, really appreciate it. I feel so pretty."

Wanda's heart swelled with happiness. "You are beautiful," she said, quietly enough that you could just barely hear her.

You're relieved you did hear Wanda, because those words were enough to push you to have the courage to say the words you were about to tell her.

Your eyes search Wanda's as you face her. "I've been meaning to tell you something."

Wanda's heartbeat quickened. Were you about to admit your feelings?

You continued, fumbling with your hands, "I love you, Wanda. I’ve loved you for the longest time.”

Wanda's mouth fell open in shock. "You... you do?"

You nodded, your eyes shining. "I know we've been friends for a while now, but I can't help the way I feel. And just being with you tonight made me realize that I had to tell you."

Wanda's heart soared. "Y/N, I feel the same way," she said, feeling tears prick at the corners of her eyes.

Your face lit up with a smile. "Really?"

Wanda nodded, feeling a sense of relief and joy wash over her. "Yes, really. I've felt this way for so long, but I was too scared to say anything."

Wanda felt how delicate your lips were as you leaned in and kissed her. The two of you beamed at eachother as you both pulled away.

For a moment, it felt as though you were the only two people in the world; surrounded by a bubble of your new-found happiness.

“I’m so glad I told you,”

“Me too.”

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #wanda mcu #wanda x y/n #wanda x you #wanda maximoff fluff #wanda marvel #wanda my beloved #wanda

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thegreatestsandwich · 2 years

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Hey can you do a imagine with Morpheus where the reader is a normal person that is the reincarnation of Dream wife that was murder by Roderick Burgess and Dream find her? The rest is to you

Something fluff and romantic

A Blossom in Spring (Dream of Endless x Reencarnation!Reader)

(This man, I'm telling you guys, he got something that just ughh)

Pairing: Morpheus x Reencarnation!Reader

Word count: 2.3k

Summary: He lost you once and now he had you back, he won't let you go easily.

A/N: I hope you like it! Sorry it took so long!

Coments, Reblogs and Asks are happily received!

Masterlist

How many times can someone be lost in a city they had lived there their whole life?

The answer it’s just infinite.

But to be honest it could be helpful if you actually tried to stay focus on how you lived your life, but the reality is that you have the attention span of a goldfish. Your thoughts just seem to drift from one thing to another, you could be described as a golden retriever, your mind was brilliant, beautiful and creative thoughts happened there, sadly you just shift from new idea to new idea. Thankfully you were a baker, so that helped you. Sadly, you were a baker, so every burn was a consequence of that.

Life was just too beautiful to simply stay focus on one thing at a time.

You sipped your green juice, the same juice you decided you hated the moment you made it, but one of your New Year’s resolutions was to drink this sickening stuff every morning wherever you went to work. Stupid healthy life.

After two right turns, one left one, into a small dangerous alley, twenty-seven steps and almost running straight into a wall, you finally arrived at your bakery unharmed. Well, a pair of arms wrapped around your waist to keep you from crossing -running- the street into your death.

Your head turned to look at your savior or saviors. And you were definitely staring.

His face was the definition of perfection. It was like a Greek sculptor decided to just create what a dream come true was like. Saying that his face was just perfect was to insult him.

So every single synonym of perfection began running wildly into your mind.

Flawless? Check.

Superbness? Check.

Exquisite? Check.

Magnific? Check.

He was perfect, simply perfect, totally symmetrical. He was just wow.

So you said screw it and without any logical thinking, you reached up and grabbed his cheek, turning his face to every possible angle.

Yep. God decided to be good and create him.

Again. Wow.

“Are you alright?” The voice next to him asked, your eyes forcefully leave him to focus and the other person. And let’s just say, your reaction was the same.

“Are you real?” You asked instead, touching the women face the same way you touched him. You tried to shake off his arms but he didn’t budge, it kind of blush at that. “I’m sorry but like, why are your faces the definition of the crème de la crème?”

The women laughed, her hair bounced at the motion. “Thanks! Good genetics I supposed, don’t you think so little brother?” Your eyes turned to the men who refuse to let you go.

Your eyes wandered to their clothes, both where dressed in all black, it was really weird as it was the beginning of autumn, wasn’t people supposed to wear brown colors or something like that? The man reclusively let you go and took a step next to his sister.

“Something wrong?” The woman asked you curiously as she watched you practically devour her brother with your eyes.

“Nope!” You smiled, softly swaying side to side. “Thanks for saving me for a shameful death but I’m late for work, well I’m the owner but I have to be strict with me because I’m the only employer at the moment, but yeah if I don’t apply these kinds of rules to myself well, disaster. So I should go but if you see me walking straight to the arms of death you are more than welcome to save me. That goes specially to you handsome.” You began crossing the street, several people grunted at you when you pushed past them. You slightly turned and saw them still there watching you. “I’m single!”

Nailed it.

Death kept smiling as she watched her brother’s eyes kept on you. “So you were right little brother, she’s still the same as before.”

“Not a word sister.” Morpheus said as he turned and began walking away, not waiting for her to catch up.

“You know I have to go her way right?” She tried to kept the situation serious but it was impossible as her little brother halted his steps and turned to her. “I have a few stops the other way around but if you want you can retorn to your realm.”

Morpheus began walking back to her, his eyes hardening as he stood in front of her. “As I said sister, not a word.” His head nodded to the direction, silently motioning her to continue her way, he would follow.

Death linked their arms and began walking once again. “I’m happy you got her back Dream” She whispered, quietly hugging a little tighter his arm.

He only hummed in response. “I’m as well.”

Sometimes you hated Wednesday.

It was the slowest day of your week, the store mostly stayed alone, a few customers here and there but mostly you just sat behind the rows and rows of delicious pastries you made last night.

You sighed for the sixth time in the last fifteen minutes.

The sound of the door opening made you happily stand up, you breathed in relief when you saw Irene and her boyfriend-not-boyfriend enter your store. She smiled at you the moment her eyes made contact with yours.

“Hi seaweed.” You happily greeted her. “Hi Mickey.”

“Hey, little cupcake, what’s up?” She greeted you. Mickey nodded at you, letting himself being drag quickly to the little cabinet, looking at all your desserts. “Did you saved me the lemon pie I’ve been craving for weeks?” Her short hair moving alongside her excitement steps.

You pouted for a moment, trying to appear sad.

Key word. “Appear”

“You know I did.” Irene squealed in delight. “Let me just go get it.”

You quickly made your way to the back.

It wasn’t even a full minute when you heard Irene screamed, you quickly ran back to the front and the scene was just absurd.

Irene was screaming, hitting the handsome guy and beautiful girl with her pink bag.

“The fudge?” You whisperer alerted the two new arrivals. “I went away for five seconds and there’s a crime scene at my store.” You amusedly said. “That’s a felony, you actually committed murder on my store.”

“It’s not what it looks like.” The woman from before tried to defend herself against the fury of your friend. She was losing. Her brother stared at you. If he wasn’t a murderer you would felt flattered.

“Is he really dead or just passed out?” You wondered out loud. There was no telling what was going on. “You should stop hitting them Irene.”

“You know these people?!” Irene stopped for a second, looking at you in skepticism. “You know there murderers?!”

You shrugged, still looking at Mickey’s body. “Well, know, know them…not really, I just collide with them this morning, it actually makes sense that they are murderers, they are just absurdly good looking to be good people.”

“We are not murderers.” The woman offendedly said, moving away from Irene’s fury, “He was supposed to be alone for a few seconds.”

“We do not mean any harm to you.” The guy finally spoke, still looking at you. Irene noticed that and stood in front of your form, murdering him with her glare.

“Shut up, murderer.” Irene slightly turned to look at you. “Call the police, I’m not letting them get away.”

“On it!” You quickly grabbed your phone. “Hi! There’s been a murder on my store…Yes, the two murderers are here with me and my friend…Yes…Well, they are really hot…No, well that’s a really ambiguous question to ask…If you give me a minute I can ask them, yeah…Yeah.”

“Please hang up.” The guy slowly made his way to you, graciously moving around Irene, who gasp in offense when he ignored her. “Let us talk.” He pleaded gently.

You placed your index finger on his mouth.

“Shh, I’m reporting your murder with the police, hang on…” He grabbed your phone and destroyed it. “Hey! That’s a really not expensive phone…And you just destroyed it with your hand. Hot and strong? Awesome, are you an illegal alien…wait you are?”

“Jesus Christ, (Y/N).” Irene grabbed your arm, quickly separating you from the guy, still wary of the girl. “You cannot ask someone if they are an alien, that’s offensive. Plus, the last thing you need is to get involved with an illegal alien.”

“Irene! They are right there!”

“They are murderers, honey.”

“We still don’t know if they murder Mickey?”

Irene had never questioned your intentions, after she left her abusive boyfriend, spend several months trying to get back at her feet with no money, no place to live and no one willing to hire someone without experience, she knew she was to turn into the life of a criminal. But then you came, you offered her a place to stay and help her get a job. Irene knew in that moment she would do anything in her power to not let you go the path she went through. So when these two beautiful people came into the store and the woman touched Mickey, causing him to just tumbled into the ground unmoving. She knew they were up to on good.

“Fine, fine!” Irene stressed out, she turned to the other two who kept watching them. “I’m closing my eyes, so does her.” She pointed at you. “The moment we open them, you are not going to be here and same with Mickey’s body. Got it?” She close her eyes, her hand placed against your eyes. “I’m counting!”

Both of you felt them disappear.

You opened your eyes when Irene took of her hand of your face and you were correct they were gone alongside with Mickey’s body.

Irene forced you to close early and both of you went to your place. For some reason, you didn’t understand why you were so tired.

You were confused as in why you were in a basement.

Remember.

Everything was hazy and you couldn’t focus.

Remember.

You felt yourself being drag into something.

Remember.

Your body felt the coldness of another body, but it wasn’t uncomfortable, you tried to cuddle into the body, you felt it hum.

Remember me.

You woke abruptly, perhaps it was the nightmare you just had or perhaps it’s the set of two eyes watching you from the darkness.

“It is rude to stare at someone in the middle of the night.” Your hands began playing with the bed sheets. “At least come and sit on the bed.”

Your jaw went slack when you saw the man of earlier walking closer to you. Yeah, total insanity right here. You wrapped the bed sheet around your form as the guy silently sat on the edge of the bed. The moonlight illuminating his face, making it more dreamy.

You arched a brow at him, trying to understand why was he here.

“So…what are you doing here?” You asked him. “Wait, am I still in my dream? This definitely doesn’t look like that basement from earlier.”

The man looked at you un surprise, silently mumbling ‘basement?’

“You remember?” He asked you, his voice warm and smooth. “You remember me?”

You pouted, your eyes shutting with force trying to remember your dream. “Not really, I mean there was a basement and a naked man that looked awfully like you, have that dream for a few nights now.”

The man took your hand and kissed it softly. “I have truly missed you, my wife.”

“Wife? Wait, hang on, that’s like a thousand million steps ahead buddy.” You tried to take back your hand but he didn’t let you. “At least tell me your name, because I’m calling you Steve Rogers, like Captain America.”

“My name isn’t Steve,” He let go of your hand. “Dream of Endless.”

“Dream of Endless, that’s really a dramatic and kind of cool name to be honest.” You nodded along your words. “Tell me, Dream of Endless, why are you doing in my room, besides watching me creepily?”

He smiled, his eyes shining even more brightly. “You were having a nightmare, I came to ease your fears.”

“Nightmare? Are you like the king of nightmares of something?” You looked at him, he had such a powerful presence that for some reason it made you breathless just looking at him. It was as if the air around him revolved around the energy and strength of the universe. Something you wanted to keep to yourself.

He felt your gaze and turned a bit so you could look better. So you could take his aura more.

“Yes, I am.” He whisperer. “You know it, you just need to remember.”

To be honest, you lost yourself for a bit, not really paying attention to what he was saying. “You are so beautiful, like you are that limited edition of something that it’s so difficult to find it feels it doesn’t exist…Are you French? Because you are really dreamy.”

He laughed. “I have missed how you always say everything that comes to your mind.”

“You know,” You said. “You might be a vampire if you are not French, and you seemed to belong to a dream, and your name is literally Dream, are you really real? Is that dream really real?”

“Yes.” He answered honestly. “I’m sorry this feels too much information.”

You shrugged. “Heard worse things, believed me, being friends with Irene makes you experience some crazy things in life.” You paused for a second. “I tell you what, Mr. Dream of Something Something, Let’s talk a bit more at breakfast, yeah? I’m kinda tired right now.”

Dream smiled softly, his hand brushing away some strands of hair from your face. “I’ll see you when you wake up, my wife.”

“Can’t wait.” You smiled back.

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sluttywoozi · 2 years

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Like A Domino | Part 1

Keep Falling, Like a Domino || bsk x fem!reader

Summary: Seungkwan falls for you a bit more with every date you have. And by you, he means you and someone else. He’s just the bartender.

Rating: T | Word Count: ~4.4k

Content notes: from Seungkwan’s pov, lots of inner monologue bc I imagine he always has something to say, he’s simping so hard for reader, he is down astronomically

Reader notes: fem!reader, wears makeup, bad luck w blind dates, perceiving at all times

Content warning: alcohol, swearing, so much pining, suggestiveness

This is the fifth time Seungkwan has seen you this month. You, with your perfect hair, your flawless makeup, your beautiful clothes. You, with yet another douchebag who couldn’t be bothered to look away from your cleavage long enough to know what color your eyes are. He really doesn’t understand it, but he supposes it’s not his business to understand anyway.

Except he wants it to be his business.

Seungkwan wants to sit next to you at the bar, not serve you drinks from behind it. He wants to make you laugh with his words, not with his incredulous and judgmental looks at your dates. He wants to walk you home at the end of the night, not cash you out.

But you only ever come here for a date. You always show up by yourself, giving him a sweet smile and just a bit of hope, and choose the same stool and order the same drink. You talk with him, sharing bits and pieces of your respective week, and enchant him just a bit more every time with your humor and expressive eyes. And without fail, ten minutes later, some buff guy with good hair strolls in, claiming the stool next to you and a kiss on your cheek.

The beginning of your dates usually goes the same: generic getting-to-know-you questions and your quiet wit flying over their heads most of the time. Seungkwan always catches it though, chuckling to himself when he thinks he’s out of view.

This time, he looks up to see you watching him with a peculiar look on your face. You turn your eyes back to Chad, but not before flashing him a small smile.

Your conversation goes like this for a while, Trent doing a lot of talking and little to no listening. The bar picks up a bit and he gets busy serving other customers. He’s not trying to eavesdrop but through shaking drinks and shouted orders, he hears a bored, “Wow,” or, “That’s crazy,” from you every now and then.

Soon after, your eyes are boring into him, practically begging for another drink so you don’t have to listen to this idiot sober. He’s already halfway done making it and brings it over with a smile and a flourish, setting it down gently in front of you and leveling an unimpressed look at Zach. You muffle a giggle when your date doesn’t even notice, too busy checking his cryptocurrency standings to notice the bartender glaring at him. You catch Seungkwan’s eyes, mouthing "Check in thirty, please." He nods quickly in agreement before moving to the other end of the bar and setting a timer on his phone.

Hands busy making drinks, Seungkwan lets his mind wander. He wonders how long you’ll persevere. Five dates this month and you’ve gone home alone every time. He’s not sure how you’re meeting these men, if it’s an app or matchmaking friends. But he is sure that none of them are right for you. Seungkwan shakes his head a little, reminding himself you don’t actually know her. Maybe she likes this! Maybe she thinks it’s fun! Or maybe she’s coming to see you-

His phone vibrates on the marble, spooking him out of his spiral. He stops the timer, seeing that it’s almost nine now and his shift will be over soon. He adds up your drinks, giving you the discount you don’t know he gives you.

The please keep coming back discount. The your dates suck discount. The date me instead discount.

As always, Seungkwan clumsily draws a little caricature of your date, surrounded by bitcoins this time, and rings up Cody’s drinks, drawing a frowny face that only he can see in the bar’s logo. Placing the receipts in separate folders, he glides over to you. You sigh in relief and reach your hand out when he arrives, thanking him with your eyes and gently taking the bill.

Seungkwan sets Tyler’s bill down in front of him and turns to walk away, hearing a faint, “Dude, we didn’t ask for the bill yet.”

He doesn’t bother stopping until he hears you say, “Wait, Seungkwan!”

He freezes.

Is this the first time you’ve ever said his name? He doesn’t have a name tag on, they’re not required for bartenders. So how do you know his name? Why does it sound so sweet coming from you? Why hasn’t he turned around yet?

Seungkwan visibly restarts himself before spinning on his heel and walking back over with raised eyebrows and a politely giddy smile. He hopes his eyes aren’t sparkling too much and that you can’t hear his heartbeat, because he knows he can feel it and it’s about to beat out of his chest and he needs to calm down before you say something else and kill him.

“Can I give this to you?” You hold the bill back out to him, credit card sticking out and your eyebrows pitched together in hopeful desperation.

A smile pushes up Seungkwan’s cheeks as he giggles and takes the bill from you before turning to Nick and, with a blank face, asking, “Are you done?”

Brent pulls a face, shaking his head and saying, “Yeah, I guess so.” He carelessly shoves the bill across the bar and Seungkwan’s lips purse, snatching the bill and sending Derek another glare. He’s about to run your credit cards when he hears it.

“Thomas looking motherfucker.”

Thomas looking motherfucker.

The words echo in his head as his eye starts to twitch. Seungkwan turns slowly, seeing your face screwed up in incredulous anger and your mouth opening to defend his honor. He’s crossed the bar before he knows it, shoulders squaring and hands bracing on the counter before asking, in a deadly calm tone, “What the fuck is up, Kyle?”

Kyle just leans back in the stool, meeting Seungkwan’s eyes for the first time, and smugly says, “What are you talking about, dude?”

Seungkwan shakes his head sharply, “No, what did you say? What the fuck, dude, step the fuck up, Kyle!” He raises a brow and crosses his arms, running his tongue along the inside of his lip and shifting his feet like he’s liable to lunge at any second.

(You’re staring in fascinated horror, knowing you don’t want to defend Kyle but also not wanting Seungkwan to lose his job but also wanting to see how well he can throw a punch and also wondering how he knew your date’s name.)

His coworker, Vernon, arrives to take over the shift, cutting the tension. Seungkwan visibly deflates when he squeezes his shoulder and asks, “You good, man?”

Seungkwan just nods profusely, pasting a fake smile on his face and finally running your card. He mechanically walks back over to you, eyes still screaming in anger, and hands you your credit card. He stays for some reason, glaring daggers at Kyle and rolling his shoulders periodically.

Kyle glares back, resting his elbows on the counter and settling in. You and Vernon share a look, you raising your brow as if to ask is this normal and Vernon, face twisting in amused concern, shakes his head back at you. You stare at the counter for a second before nodding your head and grabbing Seungkwan’s hand from across the bar.

He startles, eyes now wide and staring right at you, though his body is still turned toward Kyle. You smile in a soothing way and he feels the tension bleed out of his shoulders, a sigh escaping when you squeeze his hand.

“Walk me out?” You ask with gentle eyes and a soft voice. He’s nodding before you’re done talking, as if in a trance, and he reluctantly drops your hand to round the bar.

Kyle is still complaining, Seungkwan’s not sure what about as he can’t hear anything but his own heart beat, hands sliding your coat on and handing you your purse. He hears Vernon say something to Kyle about belligerence and swearing at staff and calling the police but it doesn’t register, your hand finding the crook of his elbow and your feet falling into step with his. By his next breath, he’s holding the door open for you and you’re sending him another smile and a sweet, “Thank you.”

The cold outside is a shock to his system, yanking him out of whatever stupor you’d put him in. He shakes his head to clear it, fixing his hair in nervousness before asking where you were headed. You point at the building next to the bar, “This is me!”

He blinks at you. And blinks again. And steps away.

“You live here?!”

You nod cautiously, eyeing him in confusion. He really hoped the walk would be a bit longer and he’d have more time to talk to you. More than the fifteen feet you got.

He smiles though his heart is dropping, nodding to himself and forcing out, “That’s good! This is a great neighborhood! Very safe!”

He’s still nodding when your face softens, you seem to realize he wants more time with you. “But… we could always talk a turn around the block?” You ask sweetly, shoulders, eyebrows, and corner of your mouth turning up in sync.

Seungkwan’s expression smooths out, his heart warming with fondness for you and his stomach flooding with butterflies. He nods gratefully, adding in, “Yes, please, I would love that,” just for good measure. You smile back and weave your arm back through his, squeezing his forearm gently.

“Shall we?”

“We shall.”

Seungkwan hasn’t seen you in two weeks.

He’s starting to panic a bit, running over the bits of conversation he can remember, wondering if he said or did something to make you uncomfortable. You seemed fine at the end of the night, happy even, as you both slowed to a stop outside your building.

Your eyes were sparkling up at him, your cheeks creased with a smile and your hand trailing from the crook of his elbow down to wrap around his fingers. You swung his hand with yours as your conversation reached a natural conclusion, your eyes glancing up at your building then down to his lips then back to-

Wait.

Down to his lips? Were you looking at his lips? Did you want him to kiss you? Is that why you haven’t been back, because he didn’t kiss you goodnight? But it wasn’t a date… but maybe you wanted him to kiss you anyway?

He’s spiraling again when Vernon shakes his shoulder, voice exasperated with how many times he’d said Seungkwan’s name in an effort to get his attention.

“Bro, what’s up with you lately? You almost got in that fight, you’re zoning out all the time, and my mojitos are better than yours, which is just wrong,” Vernon says with concern clear on his face.

He must be really obvious if even Vernon has noticed something is off.

Seungkwan sighs, head dropping back to his shoulders before he grits his teeth and decides to tell the truth.

“I’m in love. And she doesn’t love me back.”

“Well, that sounds a bit dramatic.”

“Vernon,” Seungkwan whines and slap his arm, “I’m trying to be vulnerable here, you asked me what was wrong!”

Vernon laughs, apologizing through giggles and a hand over his mouth. “Sorry, sorry, I’m sorry! I’ve just never heard you talk about anyone before, you don’t even check out cute customers. Except for that one whose date you almost fought.”

His eyebrows shoot up and his mouth drops open, before he lets out a long Ohhhhhhh.

Seungkwan looks at him nervously, as if waiting for judgement. Vernon just shrugs and asks, “Do you think I’ve never had a crush on a customer before?”

This is a shock to Seungkwan. Vernon is always that perfect blend of professional and laidback, while Seungkwan is a perfect blend of professional and high-strung. Vernon has never given any indication he found their customers attractive, he seemed like he didn’t even notice them beyond their order most of the time.

“You’ve never mentioned anyone before.”

“Yeah, because I have a new crush every week. Keeps things interesting!” Vernon says with a smile.

Huh.

This throws Seungkwan for a bit of a loop. How is Vernon able to avoid getting attached? Is it that none of his crushes are regulars? Maybe he’s able to forget his crush when they leave, in preparation for a new one. Seungkwan doubts he’d be able to forget you at this point. And he doesn’t want a new crush.

He just wants you.

It seems the universe agrees because that’s when you walk in, hair mussed from the wind and coat on. A smile lights up your face when Seungkwan locks eyes with you and you practically skip over to the bar.

You look different tonight. You always look beautiful but usually it’s in a dangerous way, like if he got too close he may catch one of your sharp edges and pop like a balloon. Tonight, you look soft. Ethereal. Like you walked out of a dream and into his bar and into his heart and now he knows he’s never getting rid of you.

You sit in a different spot tonight, too. Directly in front of him, right where he usually stations himself for the night. Hooking your purse on the back of the stool, you turn to him with a grin and ask for a rosé spritzer.

A rosé spritzer.

WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?

Seungkwan is beyond unsettled now but tries to hide it. Luckily, his back is to you as he’s mixing up your spritzer with trembling hands and a heart that feels like it just might escape his chest. He turns around to set your drink in front of you and your eyes shoot up to catch his as you smile again.

You were looking at the bar, he guesses. The marble is especially shiny tonight, he just polished it and he’s glad you like it as he’s the one who picked it out. He would choose something much lighter for your kitchen, something airy and more durable, maybe a quartz.

“Bro, she was totally staring at your ass,” Vernon says from over his shoulder. Thankfully, you’re looking at your phone now, because Seungkwan’s eyes blow wide open. A deep gasp leaves his body, his hands clutching onto Vernon’s shoulders and practically dragging him down.

“Do you really think so?” Seungkwan asks urgently.

Now his heart is racing, imagining you, staring at him. Staring at his ass. Intentionally.

He presses a hand to his chest and thinks, this can’t be healthy. Hearts aren’t supposed to do this, why aren’t my vitamins working? What do I even take fish oil for if not this?

Vernon lets him take a soothing breath before removing Seungkwan’s hands from his shoulders and saying, “You really are in love, huh?”

“I tried to tell you! I wasn’t being dramatic!” Seungkwan nearly yells, lit up with passion and vindication. Vernon shushes him, shooting a look over at you to remind him that he needed to be chill.

And Seungkwan knows how to be chill. He can be so chill. He can be chill and calm and normal and-

“You just gotta go talk to her. Shoot your shot before her date comes.“

“Are you crazy?!” Seungkwan whisper shouts. “I can’t go talk to her, I’ll combust on the spot. Do you not see me right now?”

Seungkwan’s sure Vernon knows what he’s referring to. His eyes are bulging, his heart beating wildly and his chest expanding with rapid breaths. He itches to get into his calf raise position, knowing it’ll calm him down and help with the puffiness. He can’t do it in front of you though, he always makes a weird face and he’s not ready for you to see him like that yet.

Vernon eyes him with a bit of judgement but mostly concern. “Why don’t you take a trip to the freezer and cool off for a second, okay?”

Seungkwan nods, more than he needs to, and tries to compose himself before shooting you a smile and heading to the back.

The icy cold restarts him, just like it did when he walked you home all those days ago. Has it really only been two weeks? It feels like it’s been an eternity of keeping his eyes on the door, glaring at anyone who sat in your spot, and tearing up whenever someone ordered your drink.

He’s aware he’s being ridiculous, he barely knows you. All he has are the small conversations you share before your date shows up, and the little bit of time he had with you two weeks ago. That’s not enough to fall in love.

Is it?

His hands are starting to shake a little with the cold, indicating it’s time to get back to work. He dusts off his dress shirt and fixes his hair as best he can, hoping his cheeks haven’t flushed too much in the chilly air. He prepares himself to re-enter the bar, knowing that when he goes through the door you’ll be charming your date and probably hoping he doesn’t suck as much as the last one.

Seungkwan squares his shoulders and takes in a deep breath, opening the door and going back to the bar with false confidence. His facade breaks when he realizes there’s still no one next to you.

Did your date stand you up? You’ve been here for at least twenty minutes already. You don’t look disappointed but you do look happy to see him. He cautiously walks over to you, seeing that you’re barely halfway done with your drink and wondering why you tried so hard to catch his eye.

When he comes to a stop in front of you, he smiles apprehensively and you beam back and suddenly his brain is empty. You ask him how he is and he answers somehow, forgetting the words said as soon as they leave his mouth. He must be saying normal things because you’re still nodding and smiling, and now asking follow up questions oh god oh no.

He forces himself to return to his body, checking back into the conversation and catching your next question.

“So, I know you’ve been working a lot. What do you like to do when you’re not working?” You ask sincerely, like you actually want to know.

Oh, you know, I read, I listen to music, I take walks. I daydream about reading and listening to music and taking walks with you.

“I try to keep busy! I work out a bit, I’m working on my reading list now, and I always try to stay up to date on my favorite groups and their music.”

The conversation carries on like this for a while, Seungkwan ignoring every other patron in the bar and silently thanking the universe that Vernon was scheduled tonight too. He learns more and more about you, falling a bit further with every question and answer.

He can’t stop thinking about it though. Did someone really stand you up? Who would have the audacity? He wonders if he could find them, he just wants to have a little chat, no aggression or animosity here, definitely not.

“So where’s your date tonight?“ Seungkwan asks abruptly. Your mouth is still open, you were mid-sentence and he feels awful for interrupting you but it was driving him crazy.

“Oh, um, I actually don’t have a date tonight,” You answer a bit shyly, looking up at him through your dark lashes and scrunching your mouth to the side in a half smile.

Sirens are going off in his head, there’s a fuzziness taking over his body, and it feels like his throat has been stuffed with cotton.

“You don’t have a date? You always have a date,” He forces out, cringing internally at the hostile and somewhat disbelieving tone.

Your shoulders lift in a shrug, eyebrows raising with them and your half smile growing. “I did some… re-evaluating after my last date. And didn’t feel like setting a new one. I think I might’ve found someone I’d rather spend my time with.”

Seungkwan’s heart splits right down the middle, but he tries to be happy for you. It must’ve been exhausting, going on date after date with asshole after asshole. He’s glad you’ve found someone in the two weeks you’d been gone, really, and wonders if you came here tonight to tell him you wouldn’t be coming back.

He supposes it’ll be easier to get over you if he doesn’t see you often. Though, your time away before only saw you burrowing deeper into his heart. Which is concerning, for him, personally.

You should be fine though.

He’s processing, wondering if there’s any real science behind Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind and if he could get his hands on it somehow. Wondering if, maybe, he’s just meant to be alone and lonely and heartbroken for the rest of his life.

You must see the panic in his eyes and the tension in his form, fuck is he tearing up? Of course he is, because you lay your hand gently on his, stilling his fingers where they tap incessantly at the bar. You lean down a little to catch his eyes, smiling gently at him before saying, “It’s you, by the way.”

“What’s me?” He chokes out, fake smile back on his face.

“The someone I’d rather spend my time with. It’s you,” you say a bit bashfully, not that he notices because once your words register it feels like he’s left his corporeal form, his soul ascending to the heavens and shooting through space. He thinks he can almost see the end of the universe when he realizes he should probably respond to you, he’s already left you hanging too long. You’ve been bold, now it’s his turn.

He takes a deep, steadying breath before responding, “In that case, maybe… I could be your date tonight?”

Your smile is blinding. He feels his heart flip as his own smile grows, and the giddiness bubbles out of him in a laugh. “I’m off at nine and I know a great diner down the street, is it too late for pancakes?”

“Hmmm, it may be too late for pancakes but it’s never too late for waffles.”

“You’re a waffle person? This isn’t gonna work out,” he says with a smirk and a look up and down. He’s feigning turning away when he catches your exaggerated pout out of the corner of his eye and immediately spins back.

“Kidding! You could hate iced americanos and I’d still like you,” Seungkwan says shyly, shifting up and down on his toes. You lean forward on your elbows and say, “What’s an iced americano?”

He really doesn’t know what to do with that. He’s floundering a bit when he sees you cover your mouth in a giggle, eyes full of mirth.

“I know you’re kidding but just in case you’re not, I think I may need to take you out for coffee,” Seungkwan says with authority. He’s getting more confident now that he knows his feelings aren’t one-sided.

“I agree, maybe tomorrow morning?” You ask with a smirk and a raised eyebrow, hoping he’ll catch your drift.

(He does not catch your drift.)

“Yeah, I tend to be more of an early riser and my vitamins make me nauseous sometimes so like 11ish could be good?”

Your eyebrow falls, along with your smirk as you suck your lips into your mouth and squint a bit at him. He’s confused by your reaction, you seemed excited about getting coffee before but maybe you’re a tea person? His favorite coffee shop has tea though, he’s brought his friend Minghao there before and the man is like a tea sommelier-

OH.

OH. YOU MEAN-

He flushes from head to toe, he’s pretty sure you can see the red travel from cheek to collarbone down to where his chest is covered by his button down. He can’t even form words, his mind swimming with images and ideas and wishes and desires. Things he thinks about late at night, when he can’t sleep, when he’s lonely, when he’s sad. Things he never thought he could have, things you seem to be offering him right now.

He clears his throat and straightens his collar before saying, “So, just to clarify, you mean-“

“I mean I want to go get waffles-“

“Pancakes,” he interjects.

“I want to go get waffles with you,” you carry on as if he hadn’t said anything. “And I want you to walk me back to my place, and I want you to come up this time. You can kiss me goodnight at the door, or you can come inside. It’s up to you.”

Seungkwan feels like he might pass out. You did want him to kiss you that night. You do want him to kiss you tonight. You want him to do more than kiss you, you want him to come insi-

Nope, can’t follow that train of thought right now. He must stay focused.

He’s still trying to compose himself, willing his blood to return to the places it’s meant to be, when Vernon claps him on the shoulder. “Clocked you out, my guy, you’re good to go.”

Seungkwan jumps about a foot in the air but the shock was just what he needed to clear his head and formulate a response. He thanks Vernon before smiling brightly at you, eyes shining, and asking, “Pancakes?”

“Waffles,” you nod, slipping off the stool and waiting for him to grab his coat and come around to you. You’re smiling shyly, your boldness spent, as he helps you put your coat on and hands you your purse. He gently takes your hand and places it in the crook of his arm, steering you toward the door and holding it open for you. You thank him with a kiss on the cheek this time and he feels euphoric. He practically drags you down the street to the diner, desperate to get both out of the cold and one step closer to kissing you.

Part two

AN: I wrote this in like two days and i'm really happy with it, i am so soft for seungkwan, esp bartender with a crush!seungkwan.

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metamorphosisff · 11 months

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|Chapter 13| Goodnight Gotham

(Authors Note: For an amplified reading experience, listen to the songs mentioned here. Enjoy 🧡)

“Oh we about to turn it.”

Standing in front of me is Jazz alongside another one of her other honorary daughters who went by Chanel. Together these two had made Mari and I seem like we had always been a part of the House of Illusion. There were seven of us in total dressed impeccably waiting for our turn to enter the raucous ballroom down the hallway, live with colorful commentary, and beat pumping music. Tonight the theme the houses were competing over was intergalactic odyssey. We had been made up to look like sirens from outer space, with our glittery makeup, and tight aquamarine spandex outfits that left very little to the imagination.The reflective sequins sewed on gave off the effects of us having gills. On our skin were tribal markings similar to those from the movie Avatar. Chanel was a trained makeup artist who worked on movie sets all over the city. It took her less than an hour to get us ready. The look while far fetched and last minute were stunning on us both. Though I promised Mari a spectators view, I can tell she was excited to be pulled into the chaos of Jazz’s world, and so was I even though I was scared shitless.

This was not what Jazz had initially told me to expect. I should have known something was up when Jazz told me to leave my hair in braids because she had an idea. Currently my braids were intertwined with a mix of blue and green tinsel, styled in a crown that glimmered underneath the lights from every angle, adorned with gold cuffs and pearls. Mari’s curly mane had been wrangled into a fishtail braid using the same materials. The style showcased her cat like eyes and siren lips in a way normally hidden by her hair.

“Wow,” I breathed out, not believing the reflection I was looking at was my own. “You made me look so beautiful, thank you Chanel.”

“No honey, that was God. All I did was embellish here and there,” Chanel said with a wink.

“I’d pay you to embellish me everyday if I could. I look good enough to eat,” Mari cracked, phone already in hand, snapping a million pictures.

Neither of us got to have much fun, Mari even less than me, and watching her get excited helped my nerves some.

“I know that’s right. Keep that attitude when we hit that floor. Ma’ I’ma go check on the boys,” Chanel said, grabbing her kit to go to the room next door.

“Thank you boo, We’re meeting in that hall in five minutes. Don’t want to hear nothing from Lionell about us being late,” Jazz said, as she brushed at imaginary flyaways with her hands.

Jazz looked otherworldly in the silver sequined bodysuit that had flounce sleeves that were cut in the style the seventies were known for. A forty inch platinum blonde wig waved down her back, the tips dyed in the same sea green color as the tinsel weaved in our hair. Her makeup was flawless, eyes bejeweled by hundreds of rhinestones while her cheeks were carved out of metallic silver. Pointy stiletto nails dipped in the same metallic shade could poke an eye out but she wielded them carefully and strategically as she delegated tasks to get us floor ready.There were also the pair of jewel encrusted six inch heel less platform boots that went mid thigh she had to put on. She was a vision, an all knowing force, and carried herself as such.

“How do you do this all of the time?” I asked in awe.

“When I was younger, the answer to that question would have been drugs,” Jazz cracked, as she turned away from the vanity mirror to look at me. “But now, it’s love. I love ballroom, the culture, the people, and my family. These kids come from all walks of life abandoned and found fellowship under my roof. It keeps me going.”

That’s exactly who we were. Abandoned kids forced into adulthood before we were ready. Being around Jazz’s house felt like what a home should be: warm and inviting.

Leaning forward, I grab her hand, and give it a squeeze. “Thank you for being you to me even when I didn’t deserve it. You mean the world to me and I’m honored to be considered one of your daughters. I’ve missed having a mom.”

Jazz lips tremble as she tries to offer a watery smile. “Chile, don’t get me to crying this close to showtime. Damn you Birdie.”

I chuckle softly before saying, “I love you too Jazz.”

“Aww, now I’m crying. Que linda,” Mari sniffles, snapping pictures of Jazz and I.

Jazz gives my hand one last squeeze before slipping her hand away in order to clap two times. “There will be none of that. Chanel will kick all of our asses if these beats get undone by water works and if you think I’m scary, you have seen nothing yet.”

“Yes ma’am,” Mari says, quickly reaching for a napkin to pat against her face.

“Now, we only have a few minutes. Let’s practice your walks.”

And like that, we are back into the whirlwind of the ball. In literally three minutes, Jazz choreographs a walk for each of us respectively. Whispering in both of our ears what our motivations should be and loudly declaring to keep it to ourselves until after we handle business lest we get confused.

Worthy. You are worthy, Birdie. To be in this building, to be in that room, to be in this world. Show them bitches the respect you demand with that crown.

I let Jazz’s voice play in my head on a loop as we lined up in the hallway. As we pumped our way through the crowd that parted like the red sea at the sight of Jazz leading us. A mix of Beyoncé’s Alien Superstar played at deafening levels as we reached the center of the room. As soon as the first verse dropped we each hit our individual marks. The boys: Danté and Kevion began tumbling, landing into dips before launching into new school voguing choreography in tandem with Chanel and Ruby. Jazz was serving face in the center of the floor, commanding attention while Mari and I weaved through what Jazz had called an alien invasion. The lyrics pulsed through me as I swayed my hips, letting my hands rove over my body making sure to highlight my waist like Jazz said I should. We met on either side of Jazz right on time for the last dips of the piece. While the dancers hit the ground, Mari and I dropped low, holding onto Jazz’s legs dramatically, an act of deference to the house mother.

When I came back to myself it was to see that we have garnered three 10’s and one 9 as scores from the judges. I am so amazed that Mari has to tug me back into action as we walk off of the floor so the remaining houses could walk. I remain in this daze when we go up for second prize, collecting a trophy that would be added to the House of Illusions trove for the night. Chanel wins first place in Femme Queen, Jazz wins first in Femme Queen Face ,Ruby wins first in Female Figure, Kevion wins second in Old Way versus New Way, and Danté wins second in Male Sex Siren. There is cause to celebrate which we do as the ball turns into a full fledged party once the categories wrap up.

I’ve never felt as free as I do amongst my friends, old and new. I am happy I get to call them family and hope that with time I earn the right to do so without Jazz’s influence. In the interim, I imbibe drinks, and dance with them like it’s something we have all done hundreds of times before. The magic of ballroom is the community because it builds you up in a way where you can stand alone but you don’t have to. The House of Illusion has instilled in me the confidence to go after everything I want. To reach out and grab anything I claim as mine because the world is for the taking. A power that might slip away with the first highlights of dawn. I have to capitalize on it while it lingers in my bones. Pulling out my phone I sent a quick text: I want to see you.

It vibrates with a response instantaneously.

I want to see you more. Your place or mine?

From the moment I walked through the door, Xavier encircled his arms around me, bringing me close. He smells like a hint of smoke, alcohol, and cologne as he’s just come in not too long before me after hanging with his friends. I want to nuzzle my face into his neck but refrain due to my makeup and all of the glitter I am doused in. Instead, I place my hands on top of his and sink further into his embrace.

“Think I need you to save this lil outfit for when I take you and Papi to Comic Con,” he said, pressing a kiss onto my neck.

I giggled as I turned in his arms to face him. “I’m not even a real character. This is Jazz’s creation.”

“Don’t matter,” he said, pressing another kiss to my lips. “Remind me to thank her, you look good as hell.”

“Thank you. Help me get out of it?” I ask, smiling up at him.

“I thought you’d never ask,” he said, before hoisting me into his arms. I squeal as he playfully tosses me over his shoulder and leads the way to the bathroom. He hits the lights and turns on the shower before setting me on the counter. “You are shining.”

“I know,” I groan. “They covered me from head to toe with something called Diamond Bomb by Rihanna.”

“Nah, I’m not talking about that. Your eyes, your smile, hell your energy is transcendent,” he says, causing my cheeks to heat up.

“You're always saying things to me that I have no idea how to respond to,” I say softly, meeting his gaze.

Always affirming.

Always recognizing.

Always present.

Stepping closer, he invades the space between my legs as leans down so that his nose can tease mine. “Is that a bad thing?” he asks.

“No,” I answer quickly, leaning forward when he places his hands on my hips. The warmth from his palms radiating outward.

“Sometimes it’s okay to just say thank you babe,” he says, lips hovering over mine. “Or smile at me the way you do that makes your eyes disappear.”

I laugh and he absorbs the sound with a kiss. My hands fly to his torso as our kiss goes from innocent to urgent. In a flash my fingers are under his shirt and helping to lift it from his shoulders. Next to go is the bralette I’m wearing. We undress each other with a franticness that can only belong to new lovers. His touch is gentle and appreciative when I’m fully bare before him.

“Look at me,” he says, pulling back from our kiss.

My eyes flutter open at the command and meet his heady stare. Gone is the Xavier who bides his time. This version of him knows the best use of the seconds that drag by. In his eyes I see his desire for me unravel and marvel in it. All the while he trails his thumb over my bottom lip, swiping side to side, until he slips it into my mouth. Instinctively I suckled it causing him to groan before pulling me into another searing kiss.

I widen my legs further as I scoot to the edge of the counter. “I need you,” I breathe against his lips. My hands are roving against the sides of his torso, ghosting over hard, well defined planes of muscles.

“Okay,” he says, pulling my bottom lip into his mouth to nibble on. “Okay.”

Reaching down, I watch as he fishes his wallet out of his pocket and grabs a condom. He smirks as he catches my eye. I motion for him to come fill the space between my thighs once more which he doesn’t hesitate to do. He licks into a kiss the same time his fingers push inside of me. My lips tear away but that doesn’t stop him from covering me in equally as hungry kisses starting down the column of my throat as my head tilts back. He kisses me on the hum of my pulse, biting down gently as his thumb finds my clit.

My nails are digging into his biceps but he doesn’t let that deter him from working me into a fast orgasm. One that preps me for him pushing himself in so deeply that my breath is caught in my chest. Instinctively, my hips roll forward meeting his thrust.

“Shit,” I curse, releasing his biceps so that I can slam my hands against the counter.

“Talk to me, this shit feeling good to you? Huh?” he questions, yanking on braids so that my eyes pop open.

“So good Xay, please, just like this,” I moan, as he steadily strokes me to what I’m sure will be the best orgasm of my life.

He dips his head so that he can capture a nipple in his mouth. His teeth graze the sensitive flesh and I arch into it and the oncoming stroke in a way that makes us both groan out. A hand holds the back of his head close, lovingly, as he laps at my other nipple. All while feeding me steady strokes that don’t ease up in pressure or frequency. Thanks to the gym Xavier’s stamina is out of this world. Our bodies move in a tandem dance, working with each other to bring us both pleasure. Regardless of the steam filling the air, I’m warm all over because of him.

It’s the way he folds against me, whispering things that would make a nun blush in my ear while holding my legs straight up. The position leaves me unable to do anything but moan and succumb to the promise of his desire. With both of my ankles in one hand, he uses the fingers on the other to rub figure eights onto my clit.

“Xayyy please,” I said, hands reaching to grab onto something because the counter no longer feels like enough. I settle onto the forearm of his left hand, the one that’s supplying sweet torture.

My gaze lifts to meet his, which is unsurprisingly locked onto my face. His bottom lip is wedged under his top row of teeth, arms bulging from how tightly he holds onto me, and the view makes squeeze onto him.

“Fuck,” he curses, hips slowing momentarily. “Do it again.”

And because I’m such a great listener I do.

I do it again and again as he places sloppy kisses behind my knees that are my undoing. If I were to pass away in this very moment then it would be worth it having been experienced by this man. The reverent cry that escapes my lips is proof of that sentiment. There is banging on the opposite side of the wall but we don’t care. Nothing matters in this moment but he and I, the shared breaths we take, the trembles we place in one another’s spines. We don’t stop until we’re both utterly spent.

Somehow we end up in the living room, sprawled out on top of one another while Sade’s Stronger Than Pride vinyl spins on the record player. It took another round in the shower and then a thirty minute joint effort of trying to rid my skin of makeup before we left the bathroom. I’m dressed in a Thor t-shirt that barely grazes my thighs as they drape over his legs. My phone is in his hands as he goes through all of the pictures I managed to take tonight as well as the ones that have been sent to me sporadically from my new friends. I watch as he stops on one of Mari and me, mid laughter, drinks in hand. For once we actually look our age.

“Y’all look so much alike that you could be sisters. How did y’all meet? I want to know the origin story,” he says.

“We have lived next door to each other our whole lives. I don’t know a day where she’s not in it in some kind of way,” I said, strumming my fingers on top of his chest to the beat of the current song.

“Our brothers were super close too before Lonso moved away. After he left, Mari’s brothers got pulled toward the streets. The summer of our junior year they robbed this drug dealer in our neighborhood. That man was known for being vicious and as soon as word got back that it was them it was all downhill. Her second oldest brother Ramon was killed outside of his highschool and a few weeks later Martin, the eldest got locked up for killing that same drug dealer in retaliation. He’s serving life upstate and her parents went back to DR right after we graduated. During this time I was almost evicted three times and was struggling to survive.”

Xavier’s hold on my waist tightens as I go through memories in my mind. They play vividly as I try to sum up the hardest time in my life. “And through it all, we looked out for one another. I did her homework on the days she spent at court translating for her parents and she always made sure I had something warm to eat. We have gone through so much in that building. More than we should have had to honestly but we remained constant. We’re sisters in all of the ways it counts.”

“I’m glad that you two have each other. That y’all were never alone even when it felt like you were,” he said.

“So am I,” I said, watching as he locks my phone and sets it aside. “How did you and your friends meet?”

At that he smiles as he shakes his head. “Aiden and I met in first grade. He asked me to be his lookout on a cookie caper. Rah we met in middle school during 7th grade gym class and once the three of us got together, we’ve been at the hip ever since.”

“Cookie caper is hilarious. I like Aiden, he seems like a good time and Rah seems like the opposite of both of you,” I said.

I had gotten the chance to speak to both of them via Facetime not too long ago. Aiden ended up stealing the phone from Xavier and locking himself in the bathroom. For twenty minutes we talked about why rap girls are dominating and the best place for wings in the city. It was Rah who jimmied the bathroom door open with a belt buckle and proceeded to put Aiden in a headlock all while apologizing for his friends foolishness as Xavier retook possession of the phone. I laughed so hard that my stomach ached afterwards.

“That’s a pretty accurate observation except Rah is like the balance of us both. He just talks way less,” he replied, playing with the fingers I had laid on my chest.

“When I was…doing the most our senior year they never gave up on me. They would call me out for being on bullshit and even tried to help me find other ways to get out from underneath my father’s thumb. I had been so adamant about having to be loud with my actions so I wasn’t listening for real. I was desperately trying to be heard.”

I watched as his face lost some of the playfulness that had been there only moments before. His expression grew more grave as thoughts from the past came flooding forward.

“Is that how…,” I trailed off, knowing he would fill in the blank.

“Yeah. I was hanging out with the wrong crowd. Guys I knew would help me on the mission to piss my father off. One night, they decided that we should steal cars and we did. I got caught because I crashed into a pole. It was a stick shift and I never drove one of those before. Due to my father’s connections those three months were the only ones I served but I was on probation for five years. When I got out, they helped me enroll in school and find a job because at that point my parents were done with me. I was living with my grandparents which is why I feel like I owe them so much. They took a chance on me when no one else would,” he said.

It angers me that Xavier has often felt like there wasn’t anyone in his corner. Coming from a family of his size I assumed the opposite would be the case. I’m grateful he had his grandparents and friends to lean back on when his parents gave up. For some reason I wish that he didn’t have the uglier experiences of life. He is too much like light to hold onto such darkness.

“I love them for that. Your friends too. Parents…they forget what it’s like to be young. To be scared. To be discounted. Or hell, sometimes they remember and they hold on too tight instead of pushing away,” I say.

“In either scenario they only see themselves and that is the problem but it’s their problem. Not mine, not yours,” he said, using the arm wrapped around my waist to hoist me on top of him fully. I caress his face in my hand, tracing over the slopes of his high cheekbones with the pads of my fingers, willing the tension to ease from them.

We both carry the weight of burdens that don’t belong to us. They merely have been passed on from generation to generation with the expectancy that there will always be someone to shoulder the load. We are tired from problems that aren’t our own. In our respective ways, we have been trying to unload the weight, and find ourselves in the freedom that is being able to move freely.

“I agree,” I said, settling my legs around his waist. He reaches up to play with the ends of my braids. The cloudiness is clearing from his expression and I use the opportunity to pivot. “It’s crazy that it’s almost four in the morning but I could stay up and talk to you for hours.”

A smitten grin spreads across his lips as he says, “I know what you mean. I talk to scores of people every day but no conversation holds a candle to yours.”

“Xay,” I say softly.

“I’m for real. You’re the best part of my day. Even when we don’t have time to talk for real just knowing you’ll answer the phone whenever I call is enough to temper the worst of days and highlight the best of them,” he said, adoration in the forefront of his gaze.

I don’t have to second guess any of his words. It’s more than evident that he means each one with the way my heart wants to escape my chest. His vulnerability inspires my own.

“You brought the sun back into my world Xay. The least I can do is answer the phone,” I said, fingers settling on the sides of his neck. His hands move to cover mine, fingers threading between. He brings our joined hands up to his lips and kisses the back of my hand repeatedly.

“You are my world Mila.”

I almost tuck my chin as the blush takes over my face but I’m reminded of words from earlier when he squeezes my fingers. Worthy. This is another sign from the universe that anything I want is at my fingertips and I want Xavier more than I thought I had the capability to. Between him and Jazz, I am an unstoppable force. This in mind, I meet his eyes as a smile takes over my face which he returns with his own. We stare at each other until the space between us closes. Until his lips are on mine. Until I’m sinking on him. Until the sun rises over our shoulders.

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You sat at your desk, enjoying a rare moment of calm during your lunch break, scrolling absentmindedly through Facebook when your phone buzzed.

𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐑𝐀 please where are you?? im scared

You sat up at the text, brow furrowing in confusion; quickly you send a reply.

𝐘/𝐍 ????

Instead of getting an explanation, she just sends a quick 'no time to respond' before plugging in her location.

You don't waste a second, springing up to your feet, urgency propelling you forward, your meal long forgotten, your only focus on reaching Seora as quickly as possible.

A thousand scenarios raced through your mind. What could possibly have gone wrong? Was she in some sort of trouble?

As you darted through the building, your heart pounded not just from the physical exertion but also from concern for your friend.

Gasping for air after your sprint across the building, you finally regained your composure and tapped on the door to the press conference room.

A woman with a headset cracked the door open, peering out at you.

"I'm... I'm here... for Seora," you managed to say between breaths.

With a nod, she ushered you inside, revealing a set meticulously designed to mimic Yoongi's dorm room, complete with a bed and walls adorned with posters. A wave of familiarity washed over you as your eyes landed on a Kumamon poster, reminiscent of images you'd seen online from fan-pages.

As you absorbed the uncanny resemblance, Seora's voice pierced through your nostalgia. "Y/N! Over here!" she called, her hands waving frantically from across the room.

You couldn't help but notice her transformation, now clad in high-waisted shorts and a large black hoodie, her hair styled in a playful ponytail, allowing her curls to fall behind her head like a waterfall with tendrils framing her face, a stark contrast to her usual attire.

Approaching her, you couldn't contain a "Wow," impressed by the makeover.

"I get to keep these!" Seora beamed, spinning to show off her new look.

Your attention was diverted as a familiar, gruff voice chimed in from behind. "How long is this gonna take? I'm ready to get this shit over with," Yoongi grumbled.

You watched as the two of them get shuffled onto the set. As the make-up artists fixed up any last minute things, a countdown is being shouted out.

You quickly took out your phone, and opened up VLive. Deciding to watch them there to see the comments.

"Be sure to read what you rehearsed because once we go live, we can't stop," Someone tells Yoongi and Seora before exiting off the set.

"In 5...4...3...2...Go!"

Immediately, Yoongi's demeanor shifted seamlessly into his public persona, greeting the audience with his signature gummy smile. "Hello ARMYs! I decided to make this VLive to deliver you all an important announcement as well as clear up some misconceptions."

You stared at the scene in front of you, if you didn't know this was a set up, you would have thought this was real.

"So, recently, there was a meet-up here at HYBE headquarters to deliver lost items to previous volunteers we've had at our most recent fan-meeting a couple of weeks ago. It's here that a peculiar incident occurred," Yoongi began, maintaining a calm demeanor. "Some of you might have heard rumors—and even seen the video—about this, so I'm here to clarify what actually happened."

Despite the numerous comments rolling in, stating how the girl that hurt him deserved to die or needed to go to jail for laying a finger on him, Yoongi's delivery was flawless, his expression earnest as he recounted his rehearsed lines.

"The person you saw tackling me wasn't a sasaeng fan, nor did she cause me any harm," he continued, skillfully weaving the fabricated story. "Actually, she's an old childhood friend from Daegu."

Internally, Yoongi wanted to scream out how everything was a lie, but he knew that it was not just him at stake if the truth were to come out; BTS as a whole could be in jeopardy from his careless actions.

"I recognized her and was so surprised to see her during the meet-up that I tackled her into a hug," Yoongi elaborated, his story painting a picture of a harmless reunion tinged with a dash of unexpected comedy. "It was something we used to do when we were kids, but I think I might have frightened her, and she ended up hitting me on reflex, but once we cleared everything up, she apologized."

The change in the comments were immediate; they all began turning positive, some even awing at how soft Yoongi was being to see his old friend.

Yoongi eyes scanned through the many comments pouring in on his phone. One of them immediately caught his eye.

Instead talking some more about his childhood friend, Yoongi skipped it and went right into the next step.

"I see that a lot of you would like to meet her. So, if it's okay with you guys, I'd like to introduce you to her," Yoongi stated, a genuine smile growing on his face at the happy comments popping up. "Seora," he said, looking over to the right, like he practiced, and waved her over.

Seora bounced into the frame, casual and bright. "Hey there, Oppa!" she greeted, her casual tone throwing Yoongi off for a split second.

Yoongi's eyes briefly narrowed at the unscripted name, but he quickly masked his reaction with a smile, encouraged by the positive viewer response.

"Everyone, this is Seora, my old buddy from back home. And Seora, say hi to the amazing ARMY, the people who inspire me every day," Yoongi improvised, adding a personal touch.

Grinning, Seora waved at the camera. "Hello ARMY~! Oppa always shares how much joy and motivation you bring into his life," she said, her enthusiasm genuine, her eyes twinkling with delight.

The excitement in the comments grew as fans lavished Seora with compliments on her beauty and charm, flooding the live stream with heart emojis and compliments; you even saw some asking if she was single.

For the next few minutes, Seora and Yoongi communicated with those commenting live. Sometimes, as he delved into the rehearsed tale of their supposed childhood friendship, you could see the occasional scowl cross his face, quickly smoothed over by years of practice in the limelight.

All-in-all, you were certain everything was going to work out.

Well, that was until one certain comment popped up.

Isn't that Yoongi Oppa's favorite black hoodie?

You watched as Yoongi read the question, his whole body freezing up, before turning his head to look at Seora. His mouth dropped open in shock when he saw that she did, in fact, have his favorite hoodie on.

"You have my favorite hoodie on?" he asked, going off script.

"Yeah, so?" Seora said, eyebrows arching in a challenging way.

"Alright, fun's over. Hand it here."

Seora clutched the hoodie tighter, a hint of mischief in her eyes. "Not a chance," she retorted, clearly enjoying the tug-of-war over the garment.

"No."

Yoongi's attempts to maintain his cool demeanor were slipping as he reached for the hoodie's sleeve, tugging on it. "Seora, I'm not kidding. That's my favorite one. Give it to me. Now."

"I said no. Plus, it's cold, and I like wearing it," she snapped, snatching the end of the sleeve away from him.

The staff around you grew nervous; both Seora and Yoongi were going off script. No one could go over them or tell them to stop because if they were seen, ARMY would realize everything was just a fake set-up.

"I could really care less. Besides, who even gave it to you to wear it, I thought it was put away?" Yoongi asked, tugging on the hood of the hoodie.

"Dee," Seora stated, smacking his hand away from the hood.

"Dee who?"

"Deez Nutz. Now stop tugging on it, you're letting out all of the heat," Seora whined, nudging him away from her.

"Seora," he spok in a low, almost threatening growl, her name practically hanging in the air.

"Yoongi," she mimicked, her voice dripping with mock seriousness.

You found yourself glued to your phone screen, no comments popping up on the VLive feed; even the usually chatty ARMY held its breath, as if waiting to see what was going to happen.

"Oh, no," you nervously chuckled to yourself as you saw Yoongi's trademark eye twitch kick in, a sure sign he was nearing his boiling point.

"Seora," he growled again, this time through gritted teeth.

Seora, oblivious (or perhaps deliberately pushing his buttons) wrinkled her nose in mock disgust. "Eww, stop winking at me, Gramps," she chirped. "Dating isn't really on the agenda for this princess."

Yoongi's eyebrow shot up in surprise. "That's it!" he roared, lunging for the oversized hoodie that engulfed Seora. "Give me that thing!"

A yelp pierced the tense silence as Seora scrambled back, swatting at his outstretched hands. "Not a chance, grumpy grandpa!" she shrieked, her voice laced with playful defiance.

A back-and-forth tug-of-war ensued, Seora's head whipping from side to side like a ragdoll caught in a whirlwind. "Ack! Let go, Yoongi-oppa!" she commanded, her laughter tinged with breathless exertion.

Then, in a move that defied all expectations, Seora struck. A swift, precise pinch landed right on Yoongi's unsuspecting nipple.

The room fell silent, the only sound a strangled gasp escaping Yoongi's lips. His eyes bulged, his previously fierce expression dissolving into one of pure, comical pain. "Ow!" he yelped, clutching at his chest like he'd been struck by lightening. "What the— What was that for?!"

Seora, eyes wide with mock innocence, batted her eyelashes. "Self-defense, obviously! You were practically strangling me with that hood."

Yoongi scoffed, his eyes narrowed into tiny slits. "Yeah, right. More like grand theft hoodie. Give it back, thief." He rubbed his chest dramatically through the fabric, milking the pain for all it was worth before attempting to make another grab for the jacket.

Seora, unimpressed, was quick on her feet, dancing away laughing, "You'll have to catch me first, Min 'Can't-Catch-Me' Yoongi!"

The chase was on. Yoongi lumbered after Seora, his movements more akin to a grumpy bear than a stealthy predator.

Seora weaved around furniture and props, her laughter echoing through the room. Just when Yoongi—with a surprising burst of speed—managed to corner Seora, she ducked behind a giant cardboard cutout of his alter-ego, Agust D, leaving him flat-footed and fuming.

Suddenly, a mischievous glint sparked in Seora's eyes. Before Yoongi could react, she darted out from behind the cutout and launched a surprise attack. Not with fists or kicks, but with a barrage of tickles aimed squarely at his exposed midriff.

Yoongi, caught completely off guard, let out a high-pitched squeal that would make any dolphin blush. He writhed and squirmed, his previous scowl replaced by a wide, gummy grin.

The staff, initially bewildered by the turn of events, couldn't help but crack smiles as Seora unleashed her tickling fury.

The previously tense atmosphere dissolved into a cacophony of laughter, with Yoongi's booming guffaws echoing through the room.

The VLive comments section exploded in a frenzy. #TeamSeora and #TeamYoongi were locked in a digital battle, showering the screen with heart emojis and fire symbols.

"Don't make me get my brother to beat you up!" Seora threatened, puffing out her cheeks like a defiant hamster. "He knows Judo! He'll whoop your pasty butt with his black belt!"

Yoongi snorted, a playful glint in his eyes. "Oh, yeah? Well, prepare for him to be swept off his feet by the taekwondo master himself, Jeon Jungkook!" He swooped in, aiming a tickle attack right for Seora's giggle zone.

Seora shrieked, tears welling up in her eyes – tears of mirth, of course. "Okay, okay! Truce!" she gasped, doubling over with laughter. "Just... just give me a sec... to breathe!"

"Only if you surrender the hoodie," Yoongi bargained, a wide, mischievous grin splitting his face.

"Never!" Seora declared, dodging a lightning-fast tickle attempt and launching herself onto the bed with surprising agility.

With a dramatic flourish, she grabbed a pillow and launched a feathery projectile at Yoongi's unsuspecting face.

"Hey!" Yoongi yelped, momentarily stunned. He narrowed his eyes at the traitorous pillow, then back at Seora, who wore a look of mock innocence. "You did not just—"

"Did what?" Seora interrupted, parroting his earlier words in a sing-song voice. "Cry about a little pillow fight?"

Yoongi's competitive spirit flared. "Oh, it's definitely on now," he declared, snatching a pillow of his own and charging towards Seora.

The room transformed into a whirlwind of feathers and laughter. Pillows soared through the air, narrowly missing valuable equipment and unsuspecting staff members.

All thoughts of the script and the VLive audience were forgotten as they descended into a glorious battle of fluff.

"Who even names their kid Seora? You're not even Korean," Yoongi taunted between throws, narrowly dodging a sneak attack on his ankles. "Sounding like you fell out of a K-drama!"

Seora, ever the quick wit, flung a pillow right back. "Hey, it's not my fault my mom went through a boy band phase! Blame DJ DOC and Sechs Kies for this mess!" she shouted, blurting out two known K-POP groups during the 90's.

You couldn't help but chuckle, watching the adorable chaos unfold in front of you.

You looked back down at your phone a only to see everyone commenting how compatible the two are.

At first, I thought that this was just a fake get-up, but now that I look at them, I'm able to see how friendly they are with one another! I wish I could have a best friend like Seora-ah.

"Ugh, fine," Seora grumbled, flinging the pillow across the room with a dramatic sigh. "You win, grumpy grandpa. Take your stupid hoodie back." She flopped back onto the bed, chest heaving dramatically as she tried to catch her breath.

Yoongi, his competitive spirit sated, dropped his own pillow with a triumphant grin. He couldn't help but chuckle as he watched Seora.

Her carefully styled hair was now a wild mess, strands plastered to her forehead with sweat. Her face, flushed a rosy red, held a pout that somehow managed to be both adorable and defiant.

Then, just as quickly as the pout appeared, it was replaced by a tired smile that sent a jolt through Yoongi's system.

Wait a minute, a traitorous thought wormed its way into his mind, She's actually kind of... pretty? He quickly shook his head, trying to dispel the unexpected feeling.

Seriously, Min Yoongi, where did that even come from? Lack of sleep? Man, I need to get laid, out here thinking bugs are cute, he thought with a grimace.

Pushing those troublesome thoughts aside, he straightened up and addressed the camera, a playful smirk returning to his face.

"Alright, folks, it looks like playtime's over for today," he announced, wincing slightly as a barrage of comments flooded the screen begging for more. "Seems like some of us have a lot of pent-up energy to burn," he added with a side-eye at Seora, who just smirked innocently.

"Don't worry, ARMY," he continued, his voice regaining its usual playful lilt. "We'll definitely do another live stream soon. Maybe even convince some of the other lazy bums"—he shot a playful glare at the camera—"to join in the fun, huh?" he mused, running a hand through his now messy sandy hair, a testament to the unexpected wrestling match with Seora over the hoodie.

Just as he was about to wrap it up, a new wave of comments caught his eye. They were all asking the same question: would Seora be joining them next time?

Yoongi started to formulate a reply, "Well, I don't know, Seora might not be able to—"

A mischievous glint flickered in Seora's eyes as she cut him off, plopping herself down right next to him on the bed, the stolen hoodie draped nonchalantly across her arms. "Yoongi-oppa, was just saying I might not be able to do what?" she asked, batting her eyelashes innocently at the camera.

Yoongi, momentarily surprised by her boldness, sputtered out, "They were asking if you'd be available for the next VLive." He stole a glance at her, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes.

Seora, sensing his amusement, simply grinned and met his gaze directly. "Oh, well, if the lovely ARMY wants me there, then of course I'd be happy to join!" she declared, her voice dripping with mock seriousness. Her smile widened as the comments section erupted in a flurry of "yeses" and "please dos."

A slow, genuine smile spread across Yoongi's face. This chaotic day had definitely taken an unexpected turn, but seeing Seora's infectious enthusiasm and the positive reactions from the fans, a warmth bloomed in his chest.

Before the comments could explode with suggestions (and demands) for other guest appearances, Yoongi dropped another bombshell. "Oh, I almost forgot to announce some exciting news!" he said, a mischievous glint in his eyes, "Taehyung and a super talented upcoming artist will be featuring on the OST for a new K-drama called 'Threads of Destiny: Love Beyond Time.'"

The comment section erupted in a fresh wave of excitement, a mix of heart-eye emojis and questions about the upcoming artist. Seora, ever the opportunist, leaned into the microphone.

"Maybe it's me!" she chirped, a playful wink at the camera.

Yoongi's eyes widened in mock-horror. "Don't even think about it, Seora. You can't hold a tune to save your life!"

Seora just stuck her tongue out at him, the playful banter causing the comments to go wild.

As the live stream wrapped up, one thing was certain: with Seora around, things were never going to be dull.

"Alright everyone," he addressed the camera once again, "we gotta head out now. But before we go, I just want to say thank you, ARMY. You guys are the reason I keep going, the reason I keep making music. You inspire me."

Seora leaned in and chimed in playfully, "And don't forget to eat healthy and get enough sleep! We don't want any ARMY falling sick, now do we?"

With that, Yoongi winked at the camera and ended the live stream.

"And... cut!" a voice boomed from somewhere off-screen, signaling the end of filming.

The room buzzed with activity as the crew began dismantling the set and packing up equipment.

You made your way over to Seora and Yoongi, who were now surrounded by a group of staff members.

"Yoongi-ssi," one of the managers called out, waving him over. "Bang Pd-nim wants to see you in his office."

Yoongi nodded and turned to leave, but Seora grabbed his sleeve before he could take a step. "Hey, wait a minute," she said, holding out the black hoodie. "Don't you want your precious hoodie back?"

Yoongi grabbed it, staring down at the hoodie. Finally, with a barely-there shake of his head, he tossed the garment back at Seora with a playful smirk. "Nah, you keep it. Looks better on you anyway, shrimp."

Seora yelped, fumbling to catch the hoodie before it tumbled to the floor.

A surprised laugh bubbled up from her chest. This little prank war had taken a delightful turn.

"Besides," Yoongi added, a glint in his eye, "I'll need to contact you later to finalize that song, right Y/N?" With that final, playful dig, Yoongi sauntered off towards the manager, leaving Seora holding the hoodie and a smile that could rival the sunshine.

You couldn't help but nudge her playfully. "Looks like someone's got a case of the hots," you teased, your voice barely above a whisper.

Seora's eyes widened as she stammered, "N-No way! It's just... hot in here, right?" She fanned herself dramatically, hoping to cool her burning cheeks.

As if on cue, someone from the crew yelled out, "Hey! Can someone turn off the air conditioning? It's freezing in here!"

A slow smile spread across your face. "Oh, really? I thought it felt a little chilly too," you replied with a playful wink.

Seora scoffed, but a hint of a smile peeked through her blush. "Whatever, Y/N! It is hot!" she insisted, following you out of the room.

"Sure, sure," you chuckled, leaving Seora to stew in a delightful mix of fluster and amusement.

***sorry for not updating this friday, so to make up for it, today will be a double update 💗 also i had TOO much fun with this, loool. We stan a comedic queen like seora...

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